Dante's Inferno Animated Page #2

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It was Lucifer that devised such torment.

Mercenaries of Florentina,

in payment for reclaiming

the Holy Land,

your Immaculate Father hereby

absolves you of all your sins.

Go with grace.

Praise God.

Do you think a priest

has such divine power?

Can he truly absolve us of sins so easily?

Of course, Francesco.

Why would you doubt the Church?

That is the path to Hell, my friend.

How soon until you leave?

Tomorrow, before dawn.

Dante, promise to watch over my brother.

Beatrice, I'm no child.

No harm will come to him, my love.

I'll protect him as if he were my own.

You who are living,

be gone from those who are dead.

I will not part, Charon!

I must cross!

I give you my soul to find Beatrice!

It belongs to us already, mortal.

Your will is nothing, mortal.

You will never traverse the circles of Hell.

Take me to Beatrice, demon!

Virgil, where did you disappear to?

I am pure spirit, Dante.

I cannot help you fight your enemies.

I am naught but a guide.

Dante! Can you hear me?

Can anyone hear me?

Dante?

Thank God.

I knew you would find me.

Dante?

Beatrice, my love.

Is... Is that you?

No! Dante!

No, stop! Stop, Dante!

What's happening?

How many ways can a man die?

No!

Come to me, Beatrice.

- I want to admire you.

- No. Let me go.

There is not only suffering in Hell, my love.

There are untold pleasures here,

pleasures your human senses

could not fathom.

Never!

There is nothing you can do

to hurt me, child.

What you perceive of me is a literal shadow

of my former self,

but you...

you can die a thousand deaths by my will.

What?

Think of the tortures I can create

for such a pure, delicate, angelic soul.

Tell me more about your life on Earth,

great poet.

I know your deeds,

but not the man you were.

Publius Vergilius Maro was my name.

I was the son of a commoner,

and though I died a dozen years

before the birth of Christ,

I foretold his coming in my works.

What is this place, Virgil?

The first circle of the Inferno, Limbo.

Here suffer those that did not sin,

yet did not have the required faith.

This is the realm where virtuous pagans

and unbaptized babies reside.

A child? Here?

How can this be?

Dearest Dante.

This is the fourth letter I have written

and the fourth I have destroyed.

I am five months with child.

I fear telling your father

as we have yet to be married.

I do not know how much longer

I can conceal my state.

All I ask is that you return to me soon.

Leave this terrible crusade,

and we... we can be married.

My lady, what is it?

The baby.

This is my son.

Oh, Beatrice, I didn't know.

Come. Quickly, Dante.

This is not a place to contemplate.

What madness is this?

Lord, too many.

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