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Fire and Ice	By : Ginae_Evans Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 6391 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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*Source: wiki/Berial_the_Conqueror_of_the_Fire_Hell

You, Vergil and Dante had taken various seats on the sofa and at the desk while Vergil regaled Dante with everything that had happened thus far. The red twin's features were serious and brooding, not at all like his normal demeanor. Every so often he'd glance up at you with an inscrutable expression that filled you full of dread. Vergil noticed this and frowned, inching slightly closer towards you.
"As you can see, Dante, she is hardly a threat right now."
"Hrm," was the only reply.
After a bit, the younger brother leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and rubbed his hands over his face in a gesture of exaggerated fatigue. The silence grew heavy and oppressive.
"Well? Don't keep me in suspense, now. Are you going to at least give me a fighting chance?" You half-joked, trying to lighten the atmosphere.
"I shouldn't," Dante murmured, eyes still closed.
Your skin turned cold. This Dante was one you hadn't yet been introduced to, and you didn't quite like him. "Vergil's, ah, associate is going to try and rid me of my trouble." You offered, hoping it would work.
"Yeah? What if he can't?" Dante leaned forward again and pinned you with his stare.
You swallow nervously, "I-I don't know. This is a subject that I am kind of unfamiliar with."
Vergil kept shooting glances between you and his brother. Finally, expression grim, he spoke up. "If it should come down to that, I will take care of it. I accepted responsibility for her, after all."
Your mouth turned down and you gazed at him sadly. "I don't want to die."
He looked at you seriously, "Not many do."
Dante ran a distracted hand through his shaggy white locks, leaving his hair in disarray. "Mundus' seed, huh? I thought that finally, finally, we'd taken care of that asshole. Never thought we'd be having this conversation again." He turned towards you again, "I guess this is why your dad was so vague on the details. I swear, when I see him again, I'm gonna-"
There was suddenly a loud crash from above, making the entire shop tremble. It sounded like several somethings had landed on the roof. The three of you simultaneously glance up, startled. Immediately after, there were several more thumps and bumps, followed by a distinct tearing sound. However, it now sounded like the ruckus was coming from upstairs, rather than from the roof outside. Seconds later, scrabbling, shuffling and scratching sounds swept across the ceiling and towards the staircase.
Vergil swung his head over at Dante and glared, "You forgot the wards, didn't you. Idiot"
The red twin widened his eyes in dismayed realization. "Shit!"
The curse left Dante's lips just as a horrid, wretched buzzing filled the room. Shocked, you whip your head over to the staircase just in time to see a hoard of... of... You really didn't know what these grotesque abominations were. The closest your mind could come was to compare them to a species of huge, deformed fly.
"Fuck! I hate Beelzebubs!" Dante whined, before drawing Ebony and Ivory.
The creatures poured into the room; dozens and dozens of them. Ignoring you, the mutant-flies immediately swarmed around Vergil and Dante, projectile vomiting a vile, blue liquid towards them. Stunned, you were momentarily glued to your seat and, as you looked closer, you could see writhing maggot-like worms in the puke. Some of this managed to splatter onto Dante's guns, and you hear him spit out a string of cuss words as the maggots latched onto his weapons, jamming them. Frustrated, he drew Rebellion and dispatched several with one swing.
Vergil was having better luck. Unwilling to use firearms, his spectral swords were much more suited to destroying this sort of foe. The worm-infested vomit could not sabotage these, and one Beelzebub after another fell as they were impaled on the ghostly-blue blades. Yamato was also seeing its fair share of use, cutting through a cloud of them with a vicious, metallic-sounding whisper. Still though, as many that died and melted away, they were replaced by the swarms that were still pouring down the stairs.
Snapping out of your horrified stupor, you leap off the couch and run towards the kitchen, meaning to grab a knife or anything to arm yourself with. The twins, overwhelmed with the sheer number of the demon flies, don't notice.
"Ohshitohshitohshitohshi..." A mindless jumble of desperate swearing was a repetitive chant as you frantically searched through the drawers for something sharp.
Apparently, Dante didn't believe in keeping flatware in the cupboards. Instead of forks, spoons, and most importantly, knives, you were only able to find random crap that had no business being in the kitchen at all.
"Goddammit Dante!" You cry, slamming the last drawer shut.
Now what?
In times of desperation, panicked inspiration often struck. Dante kept a vast assortment of weapons in his den. Of course, you'd have to go back out and brave the Beelzebubs again, but you refused to just stand by this time. It was time to stop being so passive and fight back. You were just about to risk it, when the side door literally burst open, showering you with splinters of wood. A huge rush of hot wind threw you back into the cabinets and the kitchen was suddenly permeated with the heavy stench of rotten eggs. You cringe back into them as a hulking, fiery creature entered and loomed over you. Dimly, you wondered why your life wasn't passing before your eyes. Wasn't that what usually happened when one was about to die?
The demon that stood before you was easily ten feet tall, or taller. It, in fact, had to crouch down in order to fit itself in the room. It had the lower body of a large cat, the upper body of a human, and the face of a cat topped with vicious horns. Its body was black, like cooled lava, with large, wing-like jets of flame sprouting from his humanoid shoulders. As your detached study progressed, you observed more flames cascading off his tail. These flames were abruptly extinguished, however, and the creases of its body took on more of a smoldering orange glow.
You were literally paralyzed with fear. Something you'd read about but doubted could actually happen. Well, it seemed you now knew better.
When it spoke, its voice resounded in your very bones. "At last, the vessel has been found." A large, clawed hand/paw snaked out and snatched your leg, dragging you across the floor and towards itself. It held you at eye level, dangling in front of its molten eyes. "And such a pretty vessel it is. Our new Lord will be most pleased. And it can't happen soon enough. I so tire of the endless tasks and tedious responsibilities of leadership." Delighted, the beast gave you a soft shake as it studied you further. You wanted to scream. Really, you did, but your throat was locked. The best you could do was issue a kind of strained, wheezing sound.
"Hardly, Berial." Vergil's cold voice broke the silence. The blue twin had arrived on the scene. His hair now hung freely about his face, but otherwise he was as tidy and composed as ever.
The creature, Berial, swung its oversized head towards the doorway and laughed. Hot, sulfur-smelling wind gusted through the kitchen once again. "Verrrrrgillllll," It purred, sounding delighted. "Long time no see."
"Not long enough, Berial. You've no claim to this place, nor that human. Leave now, and perhaps you won't have to die tonight." The blue twin responded, using his thumb to unsheathe Yamato an inch or two.
"Yeah, dude." Dante had appeared next to Vergil. He was covered in blueish goo, but seemed cheerful enough regardless. He leaned casually against the door frame and twirled the tip of rebellion on his forefinger. "The fuck outta my house."
"All in good time, Sons of Sparda." Berial replied, nodding his head towards the two of them. "There is no rush. Our triumph has been too long in coming, but we can wait a bit longer. I just had to see her for myself. Many thanks for keeping her in one piece. Perhaps your generosity will be remembered and she will grant you a quick death when she is woken."
The blood was rushing to your head as you hung there, and black spots began to dance in your vision. Berial gave you another shake, harder this time, before hurling you into the twins. It was a hard enough throw that the three of you were knocked back into the living area, landing in a tangle of limbs and clothing. Frantically, you attempt to scramble to your feet and look in all directions at once. Dante grunted as your shoe found his head, and used it as leverage to stand.
"Hey, watch it!" He snapped, jerking his face to the side.
"Th-th-that th-thing. Wh-what- what..." You stutter as you finally manage to get your footing.
Swaying dizzily, you toss a frightened glance at the kitchen, but it was now empty. Directly after, you suddenly remember the mutant-flies and you dive to the ground, gasping and covering your head. It hadn't yet registered that the buzzing sound had ceased, along with the actual creatures themselves.
You feel a hand on your back, gently shaking you. "They're gone."
Hesitantly glancing up, you see Vergil crouching down next to you, expression unhappy. After a moment, you can see that he was telling the truth. The living area of Devil May Cry was now streaked with splashes and puddles of blue fly-vomit, but otherwise everything seemed quiet. After such an abrupt, savage attack, the silence was particularly unnerving.
"What was that thing?!" You cry, leaping to your feet and wrapping your arms around yourself.
Dante was unhappily gazing around at his soiled office. After a few muttered curses, he tossed you a glance and said, "That big, ugly motherfucker was Berial."
You shudder, "Is he the one trying to kidnap me?"
Vergil nodded, "It's very likely. He is the current emperor, willing or not."
Blinking, you offer him a blank stare.
Sighing, Vergil went on, sounding much like he was reciting memorized text. "*Berial is a giant flame demon who wields a large, flaming sword. He has a lower abdomen with four legs and an upper torso with two arms, similar to that of a Centaur. His skin appears as a black, charred rock with veins of flame running across it. Berial resides in a particularly unpleasant circle of the underworld known as the Fire Hell.
Though Berial once served as prince to Mundus, he is now faced with ruling the underworld alone since the Emperor was dealt with permanently. Berial once escaped from the underworld over two thousand years ago but was defeated by Sparda and sent back. The otherworldly flames that envelop his body help to protect him from physical and magical attacks by his enemies. When he is stunned or suffers severe injuries, these flames are extinguished, removing the protection they lend to Berial. Consequently-"
"Alright, alright. I get it." You huff. "I didn't need his entire back story."
Vergil glowered at you. "Ridiculous. 'Know thy enemy'. That's the first and most basic rule of war. Furthermore-"
"Shut-up. Both of you." Dante snapped, still seeming displeased with the recent event. "Just look at my shop! It's gonna take me forever to clean this mess up."
The blue twin shrugged, unconcerned. "Perhaps this little escapade will ensure that you will never again forget to put up the wards. You've no one to blame but yourself."
Dante's face fell even more. "Shut-up, Vergil." He muttered, sounding very much like a petulant teenager. Finally, he glared over at his twin and gestured to him, "Well, smart-guy? Since you seem to have all the answers, what do you propose we do now?"
Vergil stood there, features arranged in a thoughtful expression. "First and foremost, shield this place thoroughly. Secondly, a bit of cleaning wouldn't hurt. After, we probably ought to call Trish and Lucia, -and Lady too, I suppose- explain the situation, and come up with an attack strategy. I must admit that I'm rather tired of being the one who's ambushed. Aren't you?"
The red twin's mouth finally curled up into a strange, vicious-looking grin. "I am at that, bro. And, you're right. I think it's high time to plan a little party. It's been way too long since we had a decent one. Don't you agree?"
You watched as Vergil swiped his hand back through his mussed hair, straightening each strand back into place. Slowly, an unsettling smile of his own tugged at the corners of his mouth. "For once, I do."
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