LaCuran, \n\nI've gone on the run. I am so sorry to leave you to face Captain Isabella's wrath alone. Whatever she does to you will be less horrible than what she had planned. Perhaps that's some small comfort? I hope so. \n\nI couldn't let her go through with it. I couldn't let her become the monster she wanted to be. \n\nMy final request of you is to distract her until I can escape the island with the box. She will certainly kill you for it, and maybe worse; still, I must ask, for the sake of our long friendship. If that's not enough, for the sake of every living thing in this world. Even now, I fear it is too late for I hear the Heretic's laughter. Hellish echoes that plague my waking thoughts and haunt my nightmares. \n\nI must flee. Go with God, friend, if you can still find him. \n\n- <b>Father Dante</b>

A faded letter, stained with salt

She Must Be Stopped

I heard the Heretic's voice again last night, in Isabella's quarters. They were discussing something. I ran in, crucifix in hand, but Isabella was alone. She watched as I searched the room, smiled as the crucifix fell from my fingers. I let her embrace me, and felt her body shake with silent laughter.\n\nDid I imagine it? Was I finally going mad? The Devil is certainly within his right to play tricks on me. Only a madman could think a wooden crucifix capable of saving Isabella's soul. Only a hypocrite could love her.\n\nI had to leave her. I couldn't leave her. Not until what I discovered tonight. \n\n- Dante

A scrap of a letter, stained with salt

The Love of a Madman

My Isabella, \n\nAs 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. \n\nBut 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. \n\nThe 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. \n\nWe 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. \n\n\nGoodbye, my love. \n\n- Dante

Isabella's Fall Chapter - NWGuide Database of Lore

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