A faded letter, partially burned
My Isabella,
As you struggled in the fever's grip, I invoked the ancient rite. I would not see your soul damned to the Pit even if it meant condemning my own. When your fever finally broke, I hoped for an instant that God had returned you to me. ...
Soul Thief Страница A faded letter, partially burned - в базе данных New World Guide of Lore
My Isabella,
As you struggled in the fever's grip, I invoked the ancient rite. I would not see your soul damned to the Pit even if it meant condemning my own. When your fever finally broke, I hoped for an instant that God had returned you to me.
But it's the Devil that delights in the hopes of weak men. I finally see that the creature that came back is not the woman I loved.
The truth is, until tonight, I've never done a single thing worthy of reward. Saving your soul was never within my power. The only thing left for me to do was steal it, and save the world from what you've become.
We will not meet in Heaven. I hope that we never meet again. To spend my life guarding this box…to grow old, to die alone, imagining the hate you feel for me…that will be my reward.
Goodbye, my love.
- Dante