Dominic Pericolo :: Purgatory

"This is it." Castle motioned towards the sweeping hills of dead grass before them. Everything remained bleak, but the one major difference in this land from the rest was the small tents which littered across the ground, a small fire in the center of them. Men and women gathered around the fire, glares set in their eyes as they looked up the hillside. They were bandits, one of the many rag-tag groups of people looking to take away from the land what it was trying so hard to maintain. Prosperity, and a hope for the future.

Galen was their leader, and the biggest criminal to that crime out of all of them. However, it was not yet Galen's time to meet his fall...and he knew that well, for he sent Durst up the hillside as planned.

"Dillon Durst." Dominic spoke firmly, watching him rise up the hill, a longsword strapped to his back. Dominic brought his cross down off his own back, the cool metal just as dull as the razors adorning his hat. The cross acted as a double spear, the smallest end and the longest end both spiked forward. The air around them cooled further, and the clouds above shifted ever-so-slightly in the sky...a change of pace for those used to the stillness.

"It would appear destiny has brought our paths to cross in purgatory...and only one of us will pass on down the road to salvation." Dominic said proudly, his eyes focused on Durst's.

"Perhaps." spoke Durst, drawing his longsword, "Or perhaps our destinies will continue forward even after this battle. You cannot kill me, and I cannot kill you...but we can show we are ready. How would you fancy that? An honorable duel between a bandit and a warrior of peace..."

It was this, a half-joke half-serious statement, which brought a smile to Durst's lips and a smirk to Dominic's own. Both men stared one another down from the many paces apart they were, their eyes never faltering from the other's.

"I've sought salvation for so long...and I've never tired of the hunt," chuckled Dominic, his voice lowering from the sadness flowing through his veins. "It bears down on me, depresses me for the wait I've suffered through...but I never relent, I never let myself tire. You will not stop me, Durst...my end will come when I choose. I will not lose here, Durst...it's not apart of my destiny--and there's no denying that."

"I am glad to find someone on this morbid plane who feels the same as I."

Dominic smiled, holding his cross outward as Durst held his own sword forward, their eyes locking once again.