In The Abyss As A Toon Character

Quixotic (adj.): exceedingly idealistic, unrealistic, and impractical.

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Announcing his coming, a burst of sparks snapped against the fabric of reality; Dante instantly materialized back into the dimly lit cave from when he woke up. The residual hum of his teleportation faded, leaving only the comical afterimage.

The priestess stood motionless at the center of the room, with her figure framed by the ancient runes etched into the floor beneath her. She had been waiting patiently, unwaveringly, for Dante's inevitable return.

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A suspensive ellipses materialized above Dante's head. His mind was going into a feral turmoil, trying to brainstorm the best words possible, but each one seemed either too grandiose or really awkward for the occasion.

He had to say something natural, something that wouldn't make him sound like a delirious manic who totally didn't vomit an unholy substance that was nightmare material for certain players.

With his mild, cheerful clothes in hues, adorned with the casual yet slightly magical flair, and the usual soft pink glimmering cotton hair, messily covering over one of his eyes, "Did you see the colorful rain I made?" he spoke about the weather.

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A deep, swallowing silence devoured the room, pushing itself longer than it had any right to.

Then two voices replied at the same time, "Sorry!"

Dante was first, "Right now, I'm not in the best condition, I was in a feral state, which, needless to say, you were interacting with just my instincts, and it may have caused a few problems or killed someone."

The priestess watched him with an unreadable expression. There was no discernable emotion in her gaze, no immediate judgment, just quiet calculation as if she were piecing something together.

"I do beseech thee, pardon my own intrusion. My dealings with thy kind hath not oft been pleasant..." Her eyes drifted apart as though reminiscing upon corridors of the past. "Yet not all Aspects be indulgent fiends; some may yet be living beings, bound by the whims of fate. And as for my own allies, none lie slain."

Dante exhaled, a quiet but genuine relief settling over him, 'Thank god her first impression of me wasn't an edge lord because of the hate and fake love...'

Now that he had a better understanding of where he stood, he decided to introduce himself properly. Straightening up, he flashed an easygoing grin and gestured vaguely, "Anyway, nice to meet ya. Name is--..."

His voice drifted for a second.

Then, without a single movement, the space around him compressed, folding and twisting slightly as somehow Dante relocated to the left, changing position without even moving, "--Just call me the Aspect of Aqarath. Let's not get too tangled."

She replied, placing a hand lightly over her chest, "as doth wishes."

"Cool!" Dante hesitated, faintly curling his fingers together, trying to put his disorderly words into a coherent sentence, "I just have one tiny complaint."

His hand drifted up to his neck, pressing against a cold, metallic, yet weightless chain that was invisible to the naked eye. His brows knitted together as he felt the invisible pressure tightening. "Don't get me wrong, I am happy to be alive again. It's just... I had already made up my mind to fade away. I even had a monologue!"

")#)"#&$!"/#$(/%#"

Abruptly, he turned to the side with annoyance, narrowing his eyes at the nothingness, "I know, I was gonna ask that, just, ARGH! No, I won't do any crazy experiments again, and yes, I will get a new body as soon as possible.

The unseen presence didn't argue back, well, at least not aloud, but Dante's expression soured up as if hearing a remark he didn't like.

"NO IS NO!"

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The priestess's golden eyes slightly widened in intrigue; she tilted her head ever so slightly, feeling the small stands of hair slipping past her hood as she finally asked, "Who's dost partying with?"

Dante didn't even bother to turn around, nonchalantly replying, "Ghosts."

The priestess studied the young aspect for a moment, shifting her posture to a more thoughtful one. If there were ghosts, she should be able to see them, after all, her faith did not shun any supernatural event nor collided with beliefs. Her religion was more akin to a philosophy, open to weaving itself into the ideas and realities of others, much like Buddhism, it was a way of life, not a blind devotion to some distant, glorified idol.

"Mayhaps..."

It was already a miracle that this aspect didn't suffer from some weird syndrome; Alice in Wonderland syndrome or psychosis stands like the normal thing when compared to the usual chaos; such development was almost... reassuring.

"#((#!/$(#/"/""

"This isn't a discussion, so shut it up."

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"Wouldst--"

"Sorry for making you wait. NOW!" Dante, turned his eyes briefly to the right, then, as if repeating words straight from another's mouth, he spoke with eerie precision, "State your motive, reason, and circumstances of why did, you a priestess of a foreign god, rationalized that saving the aspect of Aqarath was the best possible outcome."

"I am thine ally," she said in a measured and unwavering tone, "As I didst impart aforetime, our gods share an accord, albeit an informal one. I, too, find mine own self beset by those selfsame factions that hath laid thee low."

A pause.

"Now, I couldst regale thee with the tale, yet such a recounting would span millennia and weary thine ears. Let us distill it to but a single utterance: politics. Shouldst thou desire deeper wisdom, thou mayest seek and inquire at thy leisure."

Dante clapped his hands together, "ALRIGHT!"

Without warning, the space in front twisted into white brackets of compressed reality that rapidly shrank inward. The air buzzed with an unnatural, high-pitched howl that grew with alarming speed, threatening to--

*Pop*

A sudden explosion of paper bustled through the room like scattered tree leaves. At the same time, Dante's form lost shape, dissolving into a smooth mass before reshaping itself into a delicate silver ring etched with patterns that perfectly fit the foreign priestess theme.

His voice resonated from nowhere and everywhere, "Priestess, I genuinely don't want to deal with "this"; I plead to you, just wake me up when we finish this event or if you are in danger."

The priestess's face was left stupefied. 'Just like that?' She didn't even have words to articulate at such events.

Dante continued projecting his voice into the room, "Mmh, what?"

She had expected resistance. A challenge. Perhaps even a battle of wit and will. But this? He had just… accepted it. "Underwhelming."

Dante didn't have much to explain, yes he could be weary of her, but, just like he was a slave of destiny, he was also a slave at her mercy, one with more freedom than normal, yes, but a slave nonetheless, "Sorry, priestess, but I'm not interested in helping you clean your mess UNLESS I am forced to. My hands are occupied by my own swamp."

From the void, Dante's voice added with casual indifference, "Also, you said you could fix me or something like that. if you actually can then I might consider it."

A small, gray sphere materialized before her; the sphere switched between pink and dark contours, humming with disgusting and acrid energy.

Dante warned, "It's a physical manifestation of my soul; don't try anything funny, or it will bite you.

"Cya!

As the words faded, a single note drifted gently from the emptiness, swaying back and forth as it floated down into the priestess's waiting hands.

She glanced at it.

"No, seriously, if you tamper too much with my soul, it has a few funny things, and they will count as self-defense, so the orders you gave won't be effective."

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Authors note?! I genuinely don't know what this is anymore.

Queencher, Juxtaposition, Galvanize, Prepastrous, and Kerfuffle.

I used all the words mentioned earlier (In college.)

More thoughts:

I kind of realized that I CAN'T WRITE A NORMAL MC.

I was reading all the ideas I have been writing and exploring for the last few months, and we have

A cat, A doll, A buggo (Design on Queen Chrysalis), another guy who got gender bended but is on a path to turning into a kaiju (Actually, I don't know why, but I love making monsters or turning them into one), A FUCKING FLOWER (A rose to be exact)

And NONE OF THEM ARE NORMAL; all of them deserve to be locked away in a mental hospital.

mmh?

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Why do I take so long for chapters now?

I genuinely want to conclude this, at first, it was for fun, to have a laugh, but now it feels like work.

I just write whenever I'm in the mood.

I have less and less time (FOKIU COLLEGE) and less "mood."

And if I'm gonna spend hours writing something, I would rather be it about my serious novel or homework.

Oh, now that I think about it, I won't be able to write them...

There are so many things that are gonna be left half-done.

Here are a few (I will tell you more about this next month. I plan to lock THE HELL in and finish this THIS MONTH!)

Fang Shan as an antagonist and a pair of incestuous sisters who love each other too much...

(The power of love, friendship and family all in one package) needless to say, these two sisters are aspect and priestesses. In fact you already met one of them, she was the aspect who told Dante that he smelled to fake love.

As for Fang Shan, he is busted like he doesn't need tricks.

He just grabs the sword and trains for a day, and that's it.