.Dante.Sparda

You were destined to rule over every living thing on earth, created by the will of God. The Garden of Eden was your home, with everything at your disposal. You could eat any fruit, except one. The forbidden fruit grew more tempting as days passed. Why deny you this? Was God being greedy?

Sitting on the grass, you picked pears, resisting the growing temptation. Then you heard the rustling leaves behind you, followed by a mocking voice.

"It's beautiful here..."

On the forbidden tree sat, or rather lay, a man with snow-white hair. His body was covered only by a black cloth thrown on top. He was sprawled on the branches as if he wasn't afraid of falling off, wiggling his leg carelessly as it dangled from the branch. Dante stared at you, then bit into the apple, juice dripping down his chin.

"Ah... So tasty," he grinned. "Would you like to try some?"