[Espy]

Well. This was infuriating. And embarrassing. That vainglorious bastard!

Dante pulled the blindfold back up, and, still prone on the rocky ground, tried to stem the flow of blood.

What the hell is it with my face that this man...creature...thing...can't resist tearing the crap out of it?! And that face. The first thing he saw since Gabe's face when he barreled into him to push him out of the burning buildings.

The juxtaposition of his eyes' last memory and the latest one to laugh his head off and vomit at the same time.

He stood up slowly and caught the last of the old man's words. The urge to break down into crazed laughter was shoved down by his distrust of this Mithaias person.

Lion of God, my ass. The son of God was killed by ordinary humans. A mere lion is no different.