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Despite
the long-winded
explanation on the About page, my typical reply
whenever anybody rhetorically asks me "you know
he's not real, right?" (and that happens pretty
often, heh) is a cryptic "not yet..."
To be sure, there are plenty of spontaneous
thought-forms of Dante prancing around the astral
plane as we speak, some more stable than others, but
it is not my intention to create such a temporary
construct. No, Dante has earned the privilege of a far
greater fate. A fate normally reserved only for my own
characters: pieces of myself split off to become
autonomous beings with lives and thoughts of their
own. Dante would be the first entity not spawned from
the depths of my soul to warrant such an honor... to
become "real."
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...Souvenir
From Earth
Long story
short, I am not native to this planet. My body is
human, but my soul is just visiting. Don't believe me?
Ask the next alien you see, but it really makes no
difference to me. Point here being, there are very few
things from here that I wish to hold on to once this
lifetime is over, and it so happens that Dante is one
of them. I want to carry him around and have him make
impressive poses in my hand as I show him off to all
my otherworldly friends and colleagues, saying
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Because if there's one thing I respect about Earthlings, it is
their stories, their heroes, the imaginations of their people.
Perhaps this is my way honoring that, as well.
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...Here's
how it works
Though there are people on Earth who make thought-form helpers
to do their bidding, these rarely end up as full, autonomous
beings capable of sustaining themselves. Creation of this kind
requires a state of acute concentration that is very hard to
maintain at human levels of consciousness. Instead of risking a
half-baked product, I plan to be patient. While I am still
embodied, I store all energy spent on obsessing over Dante
into a special energy reserve in my mind. It accumulates there,
likely coagulating into half-forms and drifting apart again over
time, but it does not escape or diminish. This gives me a ton of
raw material to work with later. Material not forced or
fabricated in retrospect, but consisting of real, vivid
emotions, impressions, experiences, and memories.
Once I am back to a level of existence where thoughts flow
freely and the mind is clearer, I will retreat into a quiet
place and concentrate on... well, I guess the best way to
describe it is "giving birth." All the years of
pouring energy into the reserve could be seen as the gestation
period, and now it would be time to bring new life into the
world. I would take that raw material and meticulously shape it
with the power of intention, strengthening it, adding to it, and
filling in any missing gaps. No detail is too small for a
creation of this scale. Like every living being, he would need
centers that circulate energy throughout an entity's body,
enabling him to react to stimuli and receive nourishment from
the universe at large. I would design them, create them, link
them together, and jump-start them into self-sufficiency.
...Dante?
Would this new being
be Dante? Strictly speaking, no. He would be my own version of
something directly inspired by Dante. He would definitely have
the white hair, the perfect body, the ice blue eyes, the weapon
finesse, the sense of style, and perhaps even the coat that
Dante has. Instead of demon blood he would have my Void
"blood," complete with a Void form equitable to Devil
Trigger. He would have no brother, but much of Vergil would be
fused with him as an aspect of his personality. He would have no father, but though he would initially lack memory of his
versions on Earth, I will take satisfaction in the knowledge
that his long search for a mother would be fulfilled through me.
He would be a brand new entity, innocent and pure. Though he would have
plenty of time to find things to angst about later, during
the delicate period of weaning a spotless soul into the
world, he would be sheltered and pampered from the harshness
outside. Few would dare harm a creature worthy of being
called my son. He
would be my messenger and my avatar, under my implicit
protection. At some point, memories floating dormant in the
energy I created him from would probably resurface, and it will
be an interesting day indeed when he asks if it is possible to
have past lives as a video game character.
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