A Bloody Reunion

[cathul]

Dante S. Inferno is drinking alone in the darkened corner of the GX Lounge; A man alone with his drink and his thoughts thinking quietly to himself. His long gaze into his amber lager, is broken by shiny coin flipping its way into the brew.

Cathul: A quid for your thoughts?

Dante: Cath, I was wondering when you were going to show up. You lost your belt and the spotlight isn’t shining its blinding light on you. Are you ready to accept the past?

Cathul gazes off, seemingly oblivious to Dante's question or even presence for a long moment.

Cathul: Pickman… is recovering. I saw him in this off season. It is strange that a priest should seek out the acquaintance of an artist to confide his troubling thoughts with. I lost my gold… and a bit of my sanity went with it. Pickman says I have to start facing my past if I’m ever going to have a future.

Dante: Is that why you arranged to meet me here? You want solace and forgiveness from me? Do you think because I beat Jay Dub at Inner Nemesis that my demons aren’t haunting me anymore? We hurt people, Cath… and I’m not talking about in the ring. You remember what happened that night. Why won’t you admit it.

A shadow of a memory plays across Cathul's face, his facial expressions changing from smile to shocked horror to something of unspeakable horror. Tears start welling up in Cathul's gaunt face, and his complexion pales to a fresh shade of white.

Cathul: I… remember some things… from that night. Cigarettes don’t burn hot enough to set fire to a building. I know that was us… I know that it was you practicing your fledgling craft that set the building ablaze. I know I could’ve stopped it. I know I could’ve helped people, but I didn’t know what made me walk out on them. I know who I am now, Dante. I know what I’m destined to become. I know my “ancestors” lineage wouldn’t let me save the denizens of this realm…

Cathul continues to speak faster and faster until his speach becomes unintelligible sounds and guttural noises. Dante silences the madness with a powerful SLAP across Cathul's face.

Dante: Cathul, wake up. You’re muttering gibberish. Why are you here?

Cathul: I need penance. I need your help. I need you to keep me from winning this match. I need you to keep me inside the ring, and I need you to continue to enrage Jay until he has had enough.

Dante: Enough of what?

Cathul: Enough of my blood and skin.

Cathul bursts into mad gibberish again.

[Black Spirit]

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