| You scored as Dante Alighieri. According to you most of humanity will spend at least some of their afterlife in hell. You have a high likelihood of being exiled, but anyone as bloody fucking romantic as you deserves what they get. You have an exceptional moral code, overshadowed by the fact that you yourself cannot uphold it.|
Your existence bears a definite irony, although of fairly Christian morality, many pagans, satanists, communists, and intellectuals admire you and your works for all the wrong reasons.
Also, the brightest star in your sky is never going to be your lover...
It takes a lot of grief to be the cartographer of hell.
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Interesting, that. I've never actually READ any Dante... (I'm curious about the "pseudo historical" part... far as I can tell, pretty much everyone on that list DID exist at some point or another.)
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