Ten years ago, Dante took on three hundred men on his own and lost his sanity. Since then, he's not able to handle the smell of blood without going berserk, and his brother, Lante, is the only one who can pull him through. This flashfic takes place at that battle.
Rated: T - English - Tragedy/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 1 - Words: 589 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 1 - Published: 9/3/2013 - Dante, Lante - Complete