#thread: luis and dante

[lovesspell]

Location: Palacios Household Starter for @hearthandhallows

"Hey! Why does he get to taste the food first. You're going soft, Mami. Un gringo come antes de tu hijo?"He said it with more dramatics than he needed to and narrowly avoided the swat of his mother's hand as she tried to wave him on, clearly more focused on what Dante thought about her pozole. He didn't huff for much longer though, not having it in him to be jealous of his good friend, especially a friend who was far away from his own home. Luis was at least capable of having empathy even though he didn't express it verbally. "She gave you all the good pieces of meat," he grumbled as they finally sat at the table with their bowls. "But I guess we should enjoy it before Hector comes back from practice and demolishes it all. I swear I wasn't that much of a vacuum when I was in high school."

[solspina]

Omission in Angelism

Luis Dante ⋆˙⟡

a short blurb inspired heavily by a thread by @lemon-russ and @squishyowl that i came across earlier! this isn’t proofread, so i apologize for any mistakes :)

trapped within an endless and grotesque night terror, dante is forced to watch the worst of his fears spring to life. fear reveals his deepest secrets to him, and he may only come to terms with them within the waking world.

warnings: very gorey in the beginning, lots of blood, graphic descriptions of a very bloody environment, reverse hurt/comfort

the pulpy floor seemed to yield with every step dante took forward. blood splashed onto the golden calves of his armor with every sickening squelch the ground made, occasionally accompanied by the snapping and cracking of fragile and decayed bones. trapped pockets of air were released from the endless heap of flesh beneath his feet, emitting muffled gurgling in their wake. the air was thick with the stench of rot and putrescence, and it pooled in his throat with every shallow breath.

this was no battlefield; he had walked through those before and come out relatively unfazed. he had seen the bodies of his brothers, and been able to identify each one by their faces and mourn them as individuals. that wasn’t the case this time. instead, each face engraved into this unholy amalgamation of human meat was indistinguishable. if he looked hard enough, he could make out the shapes of different body parts. hands, feet, arms, faces here and there, all cauterized together into an unholy organic mixture.

and yet he pressed on.

he seemed to walk for what felt like days, each step a thousand pounds heavier than the last. the crimson decay had began to absorb into his armor, soaking his feet with flesh and blood that clung to the elegant gold like it were simply white fabric. with each stain upon him, it spread its will to engage in coalescence with him, to unite him with its rot. voices had begun to speak to him, but they spoke only of his failures, the ones that drove daggers into his soul like knives. “you need to apologize” they hissed at him. “you will never be forgiven” they echoed. “the angel is gone” they declared. “you have nothing left” they told… no, reminded him.

in the beginning, they were merely haunting whispers, barely audible over the squelching under his footsteps, growing louder and more insistent as he limped into the endless unknown every step he took amplified their presence until, their volume had begun to drive him insane, for they whispered even as they screamed curses at him. they spoke of unworthiness, of guilt, of life.

“dante…”

every noise around him ceased as he heard her voice, choked and raspy behind him. she was no illusion.

sanguinius wasn’t either.

crimson red poured down from her lips like a waterfall as she choked. the angel sat behind her, one hand wrapped tightly around her throat, and the other steadying himself on the ground as he buried his teeth deep into her neck, taking pleasure in her pained whimpering and desperate gasps for air, each sound of suffering a symphony to his ears. her body convulsed from every attempt to breathe, but only blood could escape from her mouth when she exhaled. sanguinius’ fingers dug into her soft skin, undoubtedly breaking the flesh open as red poured from where his nails penetrated it.

he smiled upon noticing dante, upon witnessing his son fall to his knees in desperation as he reached a hand out to touch her, his eyes reflected nothing short of misery upon seeing his personal serf’s skin turn pale and limbs lay limp in the grasp of the angel.

“no…” dante pleaded, his voice trembling with fear and desperation. he knew his pleas would fall on deaf ears, but he could not stop himself. “father please,” he choked out as tears began to flow from his eyes. they streamed down his face, mingling with the blood and grime that covered him in a thick film of the disgusting thing that he walked upon. “she’s all i have left, father” he cried. his voice broke under the weight of grief and fear as he searched for any ounce of mercy within sanguinius’ eyes.

“dante…” she called out again in a whisper mixed with a whimper.

“please!” he begged once again, the tears now flowed unrelentlessly from his eyes. “i can’t lose her, my lord. please!” his voice cracked with each anguished plea.

this was her end. her eyes had finally began to close, and dante got to watch the life within them fade. the angel had only tightened his grip further, digging his nails further into her throat as he absorbed every drop of blood she had left within her. dante began to sink into the flesh amalgam beneath him without noticing. it grabbed him, even as he screamed while being pulled under and consumed. he did not focus on his own sinking. his focus instead on his serf and her final moments of life. “she means…” he pleaded one last time, his voice barely a whisper, too choked by both emotion and the hands around his throat for his words to be coherent. for the first time in his life he wished that he could live a little longer, if only to save her. “everything to me.”

silence had finally befallen him.

“dante?”

“dante!”

she screamed out his name as he jolted awake. he gasped for air, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. the sensation that he was being strangled remained fresh on his neck, his breathing was fast and erratic, each attempt a desperate attempt to fill his lungs as he trembled. his mind still situated on a reality in which she was gone.

no. she was here. she sat in front of him on his bed, holding a cold towel to his head with one hand and wiping his tears with the other. he had cried in his sleep, his fears expressing themselves even outside of his nightmare.

“dante, are you okay? i heard you crying from my room and i-“ he lunged forward without second thought, trapping her in his arms, enveloping the solidity and warmth of her body against his. his tears had begun to soak her shoulder almost immediately, and his fingertips dug into her back so harshly she knew for a fact they would leave bruises.

once her shock had faded, she too held him tightly, her heart breaking at the sight of her master’s anguish. “it’s okay, dante” she whispered, her voice gentle and soothing against the whirring of the flagship’s engines. “i’m not going anywhere.”

she continued to hold him as his heartbeats began to calm, her fingers gently stroking his back in a soothing rhythm. “you’re safe,” she murmured, her words a soft lullaby even up against the hardened exterior of commander luis dante. “we’re both safe.”

“please stay.” he asked, his voice muffled against her shoulder. she hummed in response, in the tone of a question. “stay with me… please.” his request highlighted the true volume of the situation. she and dante were close, and he had been vulnerable before, but never once had he openly asked for comfort, let alone asked to share his bed after one of many night terrors. who was she to deny her chapter master?

she invited herself under his blankets, the mattress already warm from dante’s few hours of sleep. the familiar scent of him enveloped her as she slipped under the covers. before she could even say goodnight, he’d moved closer. his chest found itself against her back, and his arms wrapped around her, holding her tightly as if he were afraid she would disappear. he buried his face into her hair, inhaling the smell of her perfume as a reminder of her presence. she was not gone. she was here.

he mulled over words that guilliman had said to him a few days prior before he closed his eyes once more. the primarch was right. perhaps a serf was no longer a fitting title for the woman who lay next to him. he remembered his nightmare, the vivid image of himself falling to his knees, sobbing, panicking over the thought of losing her. she means everything to me, he’d told himself… told sanguinius… within his sleep.

if the only way of ensuring he got to hold the only person who could so easily ease his terror this close every night was by making her his wife, so be it.

[deadupon]

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if u want to send things in, PLEASE specify the muse. unless things have been discussed beforehand, it will not be answered if no muse is given. i cant read ur mind and idk what muses u followed me for even if may seem obvious.

primary.

astarion ancunin. baldur's gate iii, he / him. ascended route for close friends. bloodborne verses.

chris redfield. resident evil, he / him.

dante. dmc: devil may cry, he / him. canon divergent and influenced by several devil may cry media.

ezreal. league of legends, he / they.

jayce talis. arcane / league of legends, he / him. intertwined into giopara's lore & does not follow season 2. bloodborne, elden ring, final fantasy vii, and baldur's gate iii verses. ship exclusive with @toaugment.

luis serra navarro. resident evil, he / him. lives post resident evil 4 verses.

p(inocchio) / carlo. lies of p, he / him. devil may cry and league of legends verses.

prompto argentum. final fantasy xv, he / they.

roxas. kingdom hearts, he / they.

tooru oikawa. haikyuu!!, he / they.

zack fair. final fantasy -crisis core-, he / they. reimagined from canon. final fantasy xiv + xv, bloodborne, baldur's gate iii, devil may cry, clair obscur: expedition 33, and resident evil verses.

secondary.

boothill. honkai: star rail, he / him. soon to be reimagined from his source.

cole cassidy. rewritten into red dead redemption, he / him. cowboy bebop verses.

kayn. league of legends, he / him. heartsteel and kpop demon hunter verses.

kiyoomi sakusa. haikyuu!!, he / they.

mateo armendáriz da la fuente alias "gekko". valorant, he / him.

noctis lucis caelum. final fantasy xv , he / him.

osamu miya. haikyuu!!, he / him.

simon "ghost" riley. call of duty, he / him.

yasuo. league of legends, he / him. demon slayer, spirit blossom, and true damage verses.

** will be written selectively / voice testing; * some are written with the person that told me to add them. ur free to request them anyways i may surprise u.

** abby / jeon yul. kpop demon hunters, he / him. canon divergent.

* albert wesker. resident evil, he / him.

** esquie. clair obscur: expedition 33, he / they.

** jinu. kpop demon hunters, he / him. canon divergent.

* leon s. kennedy. resident evil, he / him.

** monoco. clair obscur: expedition 33. he / him.

* nicoletta "nico" goldstein. devil may cry, she / her.

** verso. clair obscur: expedition 33, he / him.

[grimdarkacademia]

Book Bucket List

Before I die, I want to read:

1. “To the Lighthouse” by Virginia Woolf

2. Kafka’s “Metamorphosis” in the original German

3. Dante’s “Divine Comedy” in the original Italian

4. One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez

5. The four Gospels and the Book of Revelations

6. Faulkner’s “The Sound and the Fury”

7. House of Leaves (I keep getting 100 pages in and then losing the thread.)

7. “The Book of the City of Ladies” by Christine De Pizan

8. Bhagavad Gita

9. Ulysses by James Joyce

10. “My Brilliant Friend” by Elena Ferrante in Italian

And every single published work by the following authors:

Helen Oyeyemi, Jorge Luis Borges, and Anne Carson.

What’s on your list?

[solspina]

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Masterlist

Space Marines

omission in angelism - luis dante

absolution in angelism - luis dante

into good night - mephiston

in unlovable hand - mephiston

hope in small places - malum caedo

halos are for angels - mephiston

to take away its pain - luis dante

Primarchs

where is a line for justice drawn? - magnus the red

never again will i be gone - roboute guilliman

we should stick together - sanguinius

an angelic ambassador - sanguinius

we should stick together (2) - sanguinius

Bonus

curze thread

Warhammer-may 2025 Masterlist

[WIP]

Dark angels World Eaters