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slifarianhawk · 4 months

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Chapter 42: Respects

I was crying. The face that Chris had made while I was being pulled away by Albert had broken my heart. I was told by my father to protect Chris, and while this would protect him for now, what are the long-term effects? It was moments like this when I wished I had a vice to cling to.

Albert drank and used to smoke when he was in the army. As soon as I found out, though, I helped him quit. Never did like the smell of tobacco burning. It reminded me of when my parents fought.

I shook my head while I was having a surgical shoe placed on my left foot. We were in the medical wing of Albert's Eastern European base. It was small and formerly a Veltro base. The doctor was nice but had a thick Russian accent.

"I am sorry, lady boss, but you have, without a doubt, fractured your fourth metatarsal on your left foot. Given your superior healing capability, I would say it still would take at least four weeks to heal." The doctor said as he closed the straps to the ugly shoe to my foot.

"And you are sure of this doctor? What about the children? Are they alright?" I asked a worried look on my face.

"You worry a bit too much about children. Your state is perfectly fine. As long as you don't take a fall down a forty-foot staircase, I am pretty sure you will be fine. Take a look at the latest ultrasound I just took." The doctor says, pulling up a picture on his monitor.

"What am I looking at, doc?" I asked, staring at the screen.

"Your virus is causing a special muscle around the children thicker than the average womb. It's like you are wearing a stabproof vest over a set of Kevlar clothing." He said, easing my worries.

"Thanks, doctor, but I should head to the airstrip now. I'm sure my husband is waiting." I said, standing up off the medical bed.

"Da, don't be a stranger. Do come to visit with younglings after they are born." The doctor said as I limped away.

As I was in the hallway, I saw Albert walking towards me. He zipped over to me and lifted me into his arms, bridal style as usual. I chuckled. I'm sure he loved holding me this way.

"I have fractured my foot, Wesk," I admitted shamefully only to have him kiss my forehead as we zipped through the base to the airfield.

"We are not made of diamonds and jade dearheart," Albert said, "we are still flesh and bone, as much as I hate to admit it."

I nuzzled into his chest as we arrived at the plane. The flight to Edonia would be short, but I knew I was going to sleep through it. What I knew was coming was something I had been waiting for a long time. A chance to meet my darling baby boy.

Reina Mueller was a dear friend of mine who helped me with hiding from Umbrella. Her dad had done it for years, so she picked up a few tricks. She was my midwife for my son's pregnancy. She taught me how to play a little bit of the piano, and I taught her how to cook some of my favorite meals. If it weren't for the fact I was with Albert and I loved him with all my heart, I would have stayed hidden.

"What are you thinking about my lotus?" Albert asked as he stroked the small bump slowly growing beneath our hands.

"Of Reina Albert, she was a good friend. I'm sure Jake was raised well, and my contact has been training him to protect himself. I hope that my contact will recognize me. It has been a long time since I last saw him." I said, closing my eyes.

"I must admit I wish you had told me sooner about our children. I knew when you had disappeared, it was to hide from Spencer. I could have helped you, and we might have been able to see them." He said, stroking my hair.

"I know, the first time I was Sergei's thumb the entire time. He said he would keep the child safe, and little did I know that Spencer had recruited him a few years prior. When I managed to escape his grasp, I landed at a local orphanage. I hid the remaining two weeks of my pregnancy there. I met two wanna-be parents who were unable to conceive. The orphanage director said that I should give my baby to them instead of leaving it there. I agreed they took me to their small house in a tiny village in the Russian badlands. I didn't ask much about them. I knew the more I knew, the higher the chances Spencer would find Alistar. I left shortly after she was born. Gods, it took me so much not to get attached. It took me four days to recover and disappear. During those days, I fed her and helped change her." I heard Albert Shhh me as tears fell onto his lap.

"Breathe, my dear lotus, we will at least be meeting our son soon. Spencer and Sergei no longer stand in our way." Wesker said, stroking my hair.

He was right, and that thought made me smile. All we had to worry about currently was our vow renewal and meeting our son and Alex. However, she could wait. We've put off our happiness for so long. Things are finally coming to fruition.

I breathed slowly, my eyes still closed but a smile on my lips. I place a hand on my tummy, giving the little ones some attention. With a light snore, I faded into black.

When I awoke, I was in the back seat of a black Mercedes. Albert was at the wheel. I let out a soft moan and stretched my back. I noticed Albert looking at me through the rearview mirror.

"How long was I out for love?" I asked, sitting up.

"Four hours and thirty-seven minutes, to be exact. I changed you into funeral attire. We are going to be late, but we were never going to be part of the service, were we." Albert asked as I looked at the simple black dress that accented my belly.

"No, we were going to meet my contact after the wake," I said, pulling out my phone.

"We are here, dearheart. Let's wait in the tree line... there is no one here except a couple of gentlemen and a priest." He said, putting the car in park.

"And one of them is my contact." I sigh. How were we that late? Or did Reina keep hiding after I left?

"Should I step out?" Albert asked about to open his car door.

"No, I will. It's my contact who has been training our son for the past two years. I think you should follow me still, just in case." I said, stepping out of the car.

Albert followed me quickly out of the car and towards the few people in the cemetery. I stood just at the edge of the tree line. The priest was an elderly man and stood next to a tall brunette man who had a U.S.S. standard pistol on his hip. His hand was on a young man's shoulder. The kid looked like Albert just with bright red hair. It reminded me of my mother's hair.

"HEY!!! WHO'S OVER THERE!" The young man said.

I grimaced and walked forward with a limp, "I AM A FRIEND OF REINA MUELLER I WAS TOLD HER FUNERAL WAS TODAY!"

"YEAH, WELL, THIS IS A PRIVATE EVENT!! SO GET LOST!!" The kid yelled out.

"Let's just go dearheart, it's clear we are not wanted here," Albert said, placing his hand on my shoulder.

I placed my hand on his face and stroked his cheek, "Just wait one second."

"If you truly are a friend of Ms. Mueller, then tell me what time does the Phoenix rise?" HUNK said, staring deep into my eyes.

The code phrase we had set up years ago. So it was clear he did remember me. He started to walk towards me, pulling out his pistol. The father looked horrified.

"The Phoenix herself rises at seven hundred forty-eight hours and falls when the light burns out of her heart. Who greets and bids farewell to the Phoenix when she falls and returns?" I asked, walking forward with my hands up and motioning for Albert to stay back for the moment.

As I walked forward Agent HUNK spoke, "The Grim Reaper himself greets the Phoenix upon her death arms open, welcome to see his long-forgotten friend and they bid each other goodbye once the fire in her heart is reignited granting her life anew. What treasure did the Phoenix last give the Reaper when they parted?"

We stopped in front of each other, I beckoned Albert forward, and HUNK motioned for Jake to come to him.

"The Phoenix left her chick with The Reaper for she knew her path was perilous and The Reaper her teacher had never let her down," I said, smiling as the Reaper hugged me.

"It has been a long time since we last spoke face-to-face, Tabitha," HUNK said as Jake and Albert arrived.

"You know this lady teach?" Jake asked, carefully eyeing me up and down.

"Yes, I was the one who invited her. Remember how I told you I had a job regarding keeping you and your mother safe." HUNK said, releasing the hug and putting away his pistol.

"Yea and what does that have to do with two random ass people showing up to my mom's funeral," Jake asked looking at me and Albert with a glare, "Why did you invite them, teach?"

"I was the one who paid Mr. Death here to watch over you and Reina," I said pulling out my PDA and handing it to Jake with my financials on screen, "These are my financials following July of ninety-eight six years after you were born. I set up an account to send your mother around two thousand five hundred US dollars every month."

"She told me a long time ago that we had a benefactor from the US. Someone who she was close to for quite a long time. But that doesn't prove that she meant anything to you." Jake snapped, and I noticed Albert's hands tightened.

"My treasure, grab my purse from the car. I need my wallet." I turned towards Wesker, and he nodded, walking off.

"Of course, dearheart, but be careful." He said, walking over to the car.

"What calling off your guard dog? That seems like a dumb move, lady. Especially in these parts, the gangs would tear a rich lady like you up and spit you out in the gutter." Jake said a nasty smirk on his face.

"That's enough, Jake!" HUNK snapped, "Ms. Redfield was my best student when I was employed as a trainer by Umbrella. She probably could kick your ass well up and down this cemetery if she saw fit."

"At ease, Grim, it's not like I couldn't, but I won't. I would not do that to Reina's kid. Not to mention, I'm nine weeks along with triplets. At my age, I have to be extra careful, I already broke my foot in an attempt to escape a B.O.W. I'm not testing my luck anymore this week." I said, Jake, staring in disbelief.

"Damn teach! How old are you?" Jake asked, scrolling through the PDA, "Wait a minute, why are there pictures of me in the photo library? Just who are you?".

"Here you are, dearheart," Albert said, jogging up behind me at a normal human pace and handing me my purse.

"Thank you, love," I said, opening the purse and wallet.

"I asked, who the hell are you?" Jake said, almost getting in my face.

I pulled out my favorite picture, one I knew there were only two copies of. It was of me, Jake, and Reina in the delivery room just after his birth. I placed it in front of his face and softened my voice.

"My name is Tabitha Elise Redfield. This is my husband Albert. Our actual last name is of no consequence. However, this photo is. This photo was taken on June twenty-first nineteen ninety-two. I had just given birth to a male with red hair and beautiful blue eyes. My best friend, who I came to Edonia to find, was beside me in this photo. I was just handed my baby when the doctors took this picture." I said, holding back tears.

"That's the picture Ma had on her nightstand. She always told me that this was her luckiest day. That she would one day tell me about the lady in this picture. When she was on her deathbed, she asked me to bring this picture to her. Said that it was time I knew the truth. I was gone not even thirty minutes. By the time I got back, she was crashing. They wouldn’t let me be by her side." Jake started crying, taking the photo from my hands.

"It's alright, kido. Let it out. You can trust her. It's him I am weary of." HUNK said, pointing at Wesk.

"It has been a long time, hasn't it, Mr. Death? I assure you I'm only here to support my Tabitha." Albert said, holding my stomach, "as well as keeping her and our little ones safe."

"I am sorry to pry, but can we return to Ms. Mueller's funeral? I'm sure you lovely folk can talk after I finish her burial rights." The priest said, walking up behind Jake and HUNK.

"Oh, sorry, Father, I didn't mean to intrude." I quickly apologized as did Albert.

"Then let's head back to the grave site. As long as Mr. Mueller allows it to stay." The father said, walking back.

"Yeah, they can come, but if I find out you're lying to me about who you are, I will not be friendly," Jake said, walking back.

I followed them, but Wesk went back to the car. I could tell Jake was getting under his skin. They were very much alike, temperament-wise, at least. It made me chuckle.

I wasn't going to demand Jake to come live with me and Albert. That wouldn't be right. Reina raised him. I knew I had no claims to call him son. I was just an egg donor. The same could be said about Albert being the sperm donor.

I thought back to my two childhood friends. Jake, who had died of gang violence in Raccoon City when I was fourteen. Reina, who was now beneath my feet from lymphoma. I had a perfectly resin-encased Ice Follies Daffodil in my purse, the same type we had buried with our friend back in seventy-five.

When the priest stopped his prayers, he asked if I had anything to say. I thought for a moment and nodded. HUNK placed his hand on my shoulder. I looked at him and looked at the freshly dug grave.

"Reina, I'm sorry. I honestly don't have much to say. I was a failure of a friend to you. After you moved out of Raccoon to Edonia. It was only by chance I found you again. I stayed with you in hiding for roughly seven months. Those were some of my favorite days. When your son was born, it was the happiest I've ever seen you. You had always wanted to be a mom since we were kids. I knew I had made the right choice when I saw how you held him." I said to the casket.

Jake stared my way with a confused look on his face. He stared at me and then at the picture, then back at me. I saw the gears in his head slowly starting to click into place.

I sighed and lightly kicked my bad foot, "That day while one of my saddest was also one of my happiest. I was able to make my best friend's dream a reality. When we looked at each other and laughed, we both knew then, didn't we? What do you have to name him? Did we not? A name that shared equal meaning to us, Jacob. The name of our friend who brought us all together and held us together like fucking glue. We both know he was in the delivery room that night, keeping an eye on our dumbasses. Reina, just as you promised me that day. I promise the same to you now here and on your grave. I will watch over your son and make sure to do my best to guide him like you did for me. I have something for you, ya know. A daffodil preserved in resin. It's just like the fresh ones we gave Jacob when he passed. You both loved the daffodilys that grew at school."

I pulled out the flower and placed it on the casket. Jake went wide-eyed but smiled and opened the top of the bare casket. I smiled and took one last look at Reina. She looked tired but at peace. A small smile on her lips. Her flowing ginger locks were brushed back and washed. I place the bloom in her cold, fragile hands. Jake closed the casket and I knew the last little bit I had to say.

"Reina, I promise I'll keep him on a path you would be proud of. He is the most sacred bond we have. May you find your way to your eternal spring filled with dillys, and shadows guide you, goodbye." I slightly bow.

HUNK nodded and I saw Jake with tears in his eyes. He was trying to hide it with his arm but it was obvious. When she was lowered into the grave I let my emotions show and cried. The last bit of my contacts dissolved as I wept my tears. I reached into my purse as the rain started to fall. Placing on my new corrective shades I look up to the sky.

"Heaven weeps as a new angel crosses through those golden gates." The Father said pulling out a rickety old umbrella.

Wesker walked up behind me holding a sturdy black umbrella as it began to pour, "Lotus, come wait in the car. We don't want to risk you catching a cold with the little ones still growing. I'll help bury her. That way I can at least pay my respects to Ms. Reina."

"There is no need for that. You four go to Mr. Mueller's home and have a meal. Reina was a member of my flock. I shall see that her grave is fully tended to before the rain stops." The father said reluctantly smiling.

"You both follow me and teach. We will take you guys back to mine and my mother's place, however, once we are there we need to have something settled." Jake said handing me back my picture.

"Are you sure you want to go down this path kid? Where we three are from there is no turning back." HUNK said staring at Jake.

"I sure teach and I think Mom didn't want me to hate my biological mother and father. At least that is the vibe I'm reading. Isn't that right mother, father?" Jake said scratching the back of his neck.

"It would be better if we discussed this at a secure place, but yes you are right. In both senses." I said.

"Then let us take my Mercedes. That way we can avoid this rain." Albert said pulling out his keys.

"Mercedes? Are you guys loaded?" Jake asked a bit annoyed.

"Off the records Yes but it's hard to be rich legally when technically we both have died," I said laughing as we started walking towards the car.

HUNK and Albert laughed while Jake looked confused.

"What does that mean?" He asked trying to catch up.

This was going to be a hard discussion.

Hey everyone slifarianhawk here and welcome to 2024. Yep already off to a good start. A chapter on the second day of the year. That's a first for me. Well, I hope everyone enjoyed their New Years. The next chapter will be a good one. My name is Slifarianhawk and I'm not so far away.

#albert wesker x reader #albert wesker #resident evil #wesker #wesker x reader #wesker x oc #albert wesker x oc #re wesker #resident evil wesker #resident evil albert wesker #resident evil jake

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usafphantom2 · 8 months

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Macchi MC-205 Veltro. Italian Air Force

@ron_eisele via Twitter

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landlordevil · 3 months

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ok i'm gonna finish bg3 re au so it can leave my mind. begone from me vile thoughts

Edit: adding the Wyll and Karlach bios from an earlier post for safe keeping

Karlach- Gortash (UBCS) betrays her to Zariel (top Umbrella researcher) who infects her w the T-veronica virus. Like Manuela she has to keep getting organ transplants bc of how unstable her condition is, and though she hopes for a cure she also recognizes the reality of her condition and tries to find humane ways of getting the transplants she needs w/out the help of Umbrella. May work as a lone mercenary in between escaping and meeting the other companions- can't imagine her working for something like the BSAA since that would put a target on her back

Wyll- Ulder starts as a high ranking BSAA agent and then gets into politics and Wyll is set up to do the same. Has the opportunity to go undercover and expose Umbrella by using Mizora (she works directly under Zariel but has her own motives) as a contact. His father finds out about their connection but not the reasons behind it and banishes him. Wyll decides to work as a travelling spy (working against bioterrorism with Mizora as a contact) and is at some point infected w the G virus. He survives but it mutates his right eye and he gets a prosthetic after. Is sent to kill Karlach, obviously does not after he learns about what she's been thru. Has made a name for himself but no one really knows the real wyll.... until now (gasp)

Lae'zel: was raised in a nondescript German village like the nondescript Spanish and Romanian villages that appear in re4/8. Everyone that lives there is infected with a unique form of the Megamycete ("for the good of the collective"). The people of the village subscribe to "the strong will survive" mentality which has made Lae'zel ruthless. She has never known life beyond the village. Trained to kill.

Gale: Kind of a Luis situation- low level Umbrella researcher, his hubris gets the better of him as he tries to appease his superior Mystra and he infects himself w uroboros. Has to take those shots Whiskas takes to keep it under control. Ends up fighting against Umbrella as a researcher and intel

Shadowheart: Il Veltro operative sent on missions to recover viruses from competitors. Morally bankrupt spy, Shar is her superior and she would do anything for her approval. Was given the P30 device by Shar and eventually seeks to be free of it. Weirdly enough the only one to have never been infected (until now)

Astarion: Corrupt judge gets nearly beaten to death in the street, he's found by Cazador and used as a subject for the submissive strain of Las Plagas. Continued to be used as a test subject until his eventual escape

They all meet after having been taken from their respective locations by.... IDK who and infected with Cadou parasites. It's a matter of days before they mutate hypothetically but for some reason some mysterious benefactor is giving them medicine to suppress the parasite... it may react weirdly w/ other people's various viruses and parasites (Supersedes las plagas so Cazador can't control Astarion, etc.) (Emperor has already mutated from the Cadou and probably looks more like Moreau than Mindflayer)

Edit: in this hypothetical game it's an Outbreak style, choose your own character but play as a team option. They each have their own specialties and weapons. Takes some inspo from old school resident evil, where Gale and Shadowheart are the only ones who can mix herbs, Astarion doesn't start with any weapons, Lae'zel has a larger health bar than the others by virtue of her training, etc.

#me: god i hate these games so much #me: writes this anyways #again none of this is set in stone i just. think i like thinking about all the different viruses and parasites in these games #re bg3 au #<- i will be revisiting this

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myristicisms · 1 year

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Zack's Verses;;

These are all still major wips and most are developed purely by myself with the encouragement of some mutuals therefore they're not as fleshed out as I'd like them to be. These are simply brief rundowns to make interactions a bit easier if the default verse isn't the one that's wanted/focused on.

VERSE;; to Fight for Honor (RE verses)

re2/re3- 1998, Zack is freshly eighteen and working under Umbrella's UBCS alongside Angeal. Sent to assist and aid in the clean up and rescue of Raccoon City, Zack gets a taste of just what his employers that he'd been so proud to work for are like. Armed with nothing but a pistol, hunting knife, and comically large sword alongside Commander Hewley, Zack ventures into the nightmare that is an infected Raccoon City, first stop? The Raccoon City Orphanage.

re revelations/re4- 2004, Zack, now a somewhat jaded twenty-four year old working under the BSAA with his partner and former commander Angeal Hewley, his main duty? To investigate further into the Terragrigia panic and Veltro, now far more experienced in combat, he prefers to carry a sword into missions alongside his trusted shotgun. He knows of Agents Redfield and Valentine though has yet to properly meet them, instead focusing on assisting with getting more information to HQ regarding the discoveries he manages to uncover; It is here where he loses his partner and mentor to the T-Abyss virus, resulting in not only having to fight a mutated Angeal but dispatch of the man that taught Zack to survive in this world of chaos.

re6- 2012/2013, rocking a new style altogether from still mourning the loss of his former partner and mentor nearly a decade prior, a thirty-two/thirty-three year old Zack commands team bravo of the BSAA, first starting his mission nearby Tall Oaks for an investigation relating to Neo Umbrella's connections to the recent infection, once again he's sent on a clean up mission and he's tired of seeing the aftermath of bioterrorism, when will it end? Once HQ is satisfied enough with the clean up of Tall Oaks, Zack is shipped off to China, like a wild goose chase in hopes that he'll be one step closer to discovering just what Neo Umbrella's got up their sleeve and rising tensions brewing within Zack, he steps up to the plate and continues onwards with the mission, occasionally providing information to Team Alpha's first lieutenant Piers Nivans with any new information he manages to discover.

re8- 2021, Having completely left the BSAA altogether, a forty-one year old Zack has picked up the career as a hired mercenary instead, deciding the bigger groups that claim to be counters to bioterrorism only did so to contribute to it instead, greed within the ranks having driven him from his once proud role as a captain into a much more jaded yet level headed warrior who offered his help to those truly in need; He ends up within the village from a tip offered to him by a fellow mercenary that the villagers there needed some form of assistance and ever the hero Zack Fair was, or tried to be, he's decided to offer his assistance as best he can. Buster in hand alongside many fire arms, former Captain Fair is ready to raise hell.

VERSE;; Tufts of Phoenix Down (Original Timeline Zack Lives)

Instead of dying during his final stand in the original timeline, Zack barely manages to survive through the skin of his teeth; He aches so terribly much but he manages to drag himself to Midgar just behind Cloud. (To Be Further Expanded upon.)

...More tba

#MUSE;; Zack Fair #TO BE A SOLDIER;; Musings #VERSE;; to Fight for Honor #VERSE;; Tufts of Phoenix Down #more to be added #just Zack's verses

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fuckyeahvk · 2 years

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#VELTRO #KOU #jrock #visual kei #vk #japanese rock #v系 #vkei #vkei art #vkeistyle

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thigh-inspectors · 2 years

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Veltro changed their name to DAMNED and Sakura is fully embracing his inner thot

HELL YEAHHHHHH BOIIIII thats what I'm talking about!!!!!

Now if only every other bandoman would follow his lead...

#he looks great #DAMNED #replies

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eifudannatopoeta-side-b · 1 year

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Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita

mi ritrovai per una selva oscura,

ché la diritta via era smarrita.

Ahi quanto a dir qual era è cosa dura

esta selva selvaggia e aspra e forte

che nel pensier rinova la paura!

Tant' è amara che poco è più morte;

ma per trattar del ben ch'i' vi trovai,

dirò de l'altre cose ch'i' v'ho scorte.

Io non so ben ridir com' i' v'intrai,

tant' era pien di sonno a quel punto

che la verace via abbandonai.

Ma poi ch'i' fui al piè d'un colle giunto,

là dove terminava quella valle

che m'avea di paura il cor compunto,

guardai in alto e vidi le sue spalle

vestite già de' raggi del pianeta

che mena dritto altrui per ogne calle.

Allor fu la paura un poco queta,

che nel lago del cor m'era durata

la notte ch'i' passai con tanta pieta.

E come quei che con lena affannata,

uscito fuor del pelago a la riva,

si volge a l'acqua perigliosa e guata,

così l'animo mio, ch'ancor fuggiva,

si volse a retro a rimirar lo passo

che non lasciò già mai persona viva.

Poi ch'èi posato un poco il corpo lasso,

ripresi via per la piaggia diserta,

sì che 'l piè fermo sempre era 'l più basso.

Ed ecco, quasi al cominciar de l'erta,

una lonza leggiera e presta molto,

che di pel macolato era coverta;

e non mi si partia dinanzi al volto,

anzi 'mpediva tanto il mio cammino,

ch'i' fui per ritornar più volte vòlto.

Temp' era dal principio del mattino,

e 'l sol montava 'n sù con quelle stelle

ch'eran con lui quando l'amor divino

mosse di prima quelle cose belle;

sì ch'a bene sperar m'era cagione

di quella fiera a la gaetta pelle

l'ora del tempo e la dolce stagione;

ma non sì che paura non mi desse

la vista che m'apparve d'un leone.

Questi parea che contra me venisse

con la test' alta e con rabbiosa fame,

sì che parea che l'aere ne tremesse.

Ed una lupa, che di tutte brame

sembiava carca ne la sua magrezza,

e molte genti fé già viver grame,

questa mi porse tanto di gravezza

con la paura ch'uscia di sua vista,

ch'io perdei la speranza de l'altezza.

E qual è quei che volontieri acquista,

e giugne 'l tempo che perder lo face,

che 'n tutti suoi pensier piange e s'attrista;

tal mi fece la bestia sanza pace,

che, venendomi 'ncontro, a poco a poco

mi ripigneva là dove 'l sol tace.

Mentre ch'i' rovinava in basso loco,

dinanzi a li occhi mi si fu offerto

chi per lungo silenzio parea fioco.

Quando vidi costui nel gran diserto,

«Miserere di me», gridai a lui,

«qual che tu sii, od ombra od omo certo!».

Rispuosemi: «Non omo, omo già fui,

e li parenti miei furon lombardi,

mantoani per patrïa ambedui.

Nacqui sub Iulio, ancor che fosse tardi,

e vissi a Roma sotto 'l buono Augusto

nel tempo de li dèi falsi e bugiardi.

Poeta fui, e cantai di quel giusto

figliuol d'Anchise che venne di Troia,

poi che 'l superbo Ilïón fu combusto.

Ma tu perché ritorni a tanta noia?

perché non sali il dilettoso monte

ch'è principio e cagion di tutta gioia?».

«Or se' tu quel Virgilio e quella fonte

che spandi di parlar sì largo fiume?»,

rispuos' io lui con vergognosa fronte.

«O de li altri poeti onore e lume,

vagliami 'l lungo studio e 'l grande amore

che m'ha fatto cercar lo tuo volume.

Tu se' lo mio maestro e 'l mio autore,

tu se' solo colui da cu' io tolsi

lo bello stilo che m'ha fatto onore.

Vedi la bestia per cu' io mi volsi;

aiutami da lei, famoso saggio,

ch'ella mi fa tremar le vene e i polsi».

«A te convien tenere altro vïaggio»,

rispuose, poi che lagrimar mi vide,

«se vuo' campar d'esto loco selvaggio;

ché questa bestia, per la qual tu gride,

non lascia altrui passar per la sua via,

ma tanto lo 'mpedisce che l'uccide;

e ha natura sì malvagia e ria,

che mai non empie la bramosa voglia,

e dopo 'l pasto ha più fame che pria.

Molti son li animali a cui s'ammoglia,

e più saranno ancora, infin che 'l veltro

verrà, che la farà morir con doglia.

Questi non ciberà terra né peltro,

ma sapïenza, amore e virtute,

e sua nazion sarà tra feltro e feltro.

Di quella umile Italia fia salute

per cui morì la vergine Cammilla,

Eurialo e Turno e Niso di ferute.

Questi la caccerà per ogne villa,

fin che l'avrà rimessa ne lo 'nferno,

là onde 'nvidia prima dipartilla.

Ond' io per lo tuo me' penso e discerno

che tu mi segui, e io sarò tua guida,

e trarrotti di qui per loco etterno;

ove udirai le disperate strida,

vedrai li antichi spiriti dolenti,

ch'a la seconda morte ciascun grida;

e vederai color che son contenti

nel foco, perché speran di venire

quando che sia a le beate genti.

A le quai poi se tu vorrai salire,

anima fia a ciò più di me degna:

con lei ti lascerò nel mio partire;

ché quello imperador che là sù regna,

perch' i' fu' ribellante a la sua legge,

non vuol che 'n sua città per me si vegna.

In tutte parti impera e quivi regge;

quivi è la sua città e l'alto seggio:

oh felice colui cu' ivi elegge!».

E io a lui: «Poeta, io ti richeggio

per quello Dio che tu non conoscesti,

a ciò ch'io fugga questo male e peggio,

che tu mi meni là dov' or dicesti,

sì ch'io veggia la porta di san Pietro

e color cui tu fai cotanto mesti».

Allor si mosse, e io li tenni dietro.

Inferno, Canto I, Dante nella selva oscura

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random-conspiracy · 6 months

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Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ché la diritta via era smarrita.

Ahi quanto a dir qual era è cosa dura esta selva selvaggia e aspra e forte che nel pensier rinova la paura!

Tant'è amara che poco è più morte; ma per trattar del ben ch'i' vi trovai, dirò de l'altre cose ch'i' v'ho scorte.

Io non so ben ridir com'i' v'intrai, tant'era pien di sonno a quel punto che la verace via abbandonai.

Ma poi ch'i' fui al piè d'un colle giunto, là dove terminava quella valle che m'avea di paura il cor compunto,

guardai in alto, e vidi le sue spalle vestite già de' raggi del pianeta che mena dritto altrui per ogne calle.

Allor fu la paura un poco queta che nel lago del cor m'era durata la notte ch'i' passai con tanta pieta.

E come quei che con lena affannata uscito fuor del pelago a la riva si volge a l'acqua perigliosa e guata,

così l'animo mio, ch'ancor fuggiva, si volse a retro a rimirar lo passo che non lasciò già mai persona viva.

Poi ch'èi posato un poco il corpo lasso, ripresi via per la piaggia diserta, sì che 'l piè fermo sempre era 'l più basso.

Ed ecco, quasi al cominciar de l'erta, una lonza leggera e presta molto, che di pel macolato era coverta;

e non mi si partia dinanzi al volto, anzi 'mpediva tanto il mio cammino, ch'i' fui per ritornar più volte vòlto.

Temp'era dal principio del mattino, e 'l sol montava 'n sù con quelle stelle ch'eran con lui quando l'amor divino

mosse di prima quelle cose belle; sì ch'a bene sperar m'era cagione di quella fiera a la gaetta pelle

l'ora del tempo e la dolce stagione; ma non sì che paura non mi desse la vista che m'apparve d'un leone.

Questi parea che contra me venisse con la test'alta e con rabbiosa fame, sì che parea che l'aere ne tremesse.

Ed una lupa, che di tutte brame sembiava carca ne la sua magrezza, e molte genti fé già viver grame,

questa mi porse tanto di gravezza con la paura ch'uscia di sua vista, ch'io perdei la speranza de l'altezza.

E qual è quei che volontieri acquista, e giugne 'l tempo che perder lo face, che 'n tutt'i suoi pensier piange e s'attrista;

tal mi fece la bestia sanza pace, che, venendomi 'ncontro, a poco a poco mi ripigneva là dove 'l sol tace.

Mentre ch'i' rovinava in basso loco, dinanzi a li occhi mi si fu offerto chi per lungo silenzio parea fioco.

Quando vidi costui nel gran diserto, «Miserere di me», gridai a lui, «qual che tu sii, od ombra od omo certo!».

Rispuosemi: «Non omo, omo già fui, e li parenti miei furon lombardi, mantoani per patria ambedui.

Nacqui sub Iulio, ancor che fosse tardi, e vissi a Roma sotto 'l buono Augusto nel tempo de li dèi falsi e bugiardi.

Poeta fui, e cantai di quel giusto figliuol d'Anchise che venne di Troia, poi che 'l superbo Ilión fu combusto.

Ma tu perché ritorni a tanta noia? perché non sali il dilettoso monte ch'è principio e cagion di tutta gioia?».

«Or se' tu quel Virgilio e quella fonte che spandi di parlar sì largo fiume?», rispuos'io lui con vergognosa fronte.

«O de li altri poeti onore e lume vagliami 'l lungo studio e 'l grande amore che m'ha fatto cercar lo tuo volume.

Tu se' lo mio maestro e 'l mio autore; tu se' solo colui da cu' io tolsi lo bello stilo che m'ha fatto onore.

Vedi la bestia per cu' io mi volsi: aiutami da lei, famoso saggio, ch'ella mi fa tremar le vene e i polsi».

«A te convien tenere altro viaggio», rispuose poi che lagrimar mi vide, «se vuo' campar d'esto loco selvaggio:

ché questa bestia, per la qual tu gride, non lascia altrui passar per la sua via, ma tanto lo 'mpedisce che l'uccide;

e ha natura sì malvagia e ria, che mai non empie la bramosa voglia, e dopo 'l pasto ha più fame che pria.

Molti son li animali a cui s'ammoglia, e più saranno ancora, infin che 'l veltro verrà, che la farà morir con doglia.

Questi non ciberà terra né peltro, ma sapienza, amore e virtute, e sua nazion sarà tra feltro e feltro.

Di quella umile Italia fia salute per cui morì la vergine Cammilla, Eurialo e Turno e Niso di ferute.

Questi la caccerà per ogne villa, fin che l'avrà rimessa ne lo 'nferno, là onde 'nvidia prima dipartilla.

Ond'io per lo tuo me' penso e discerno che tu mi segui, e io sarò tua guida, e trarrotti di qui per loco etterno,

ove udirai le disperate strida, vedrai li antichi spiriti dolenti, ch'a la seconda morte ciascun grida;

e vederai color che son contenti nel foco, perché speran di venire quando che sia a le beate genti.

A le quai poi se tu vorrai salire, anima fia a ciò più di me degna: con lei ti lascerò nel mio partire;

ché quello imperador che là sù regna, perch'i' fu' ribellante a la sua legge, non vuol che 'n sua città per me si vegna.

In tutte parti impera e quivi regge; quivi è la sua città e l'alto seggio: oh felice colui cu' ivi elegge!».

E io a lui: «Poeta, io ti richeggio per quello Dio che tu non conoscesti, acciò ch'io fugga questo male e peggio,

che tu mi meni là dov'or dicesti, sì ch'io veggia la porta di san Pietro e color cui tu fai cotanto mesti».

Allor si mosse, e io li tenni dietro.

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