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As The Trumpets Sound	By : Laryna6 Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 4314 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Devil May Cry game series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: I don�t
own Devil May Cry.

Okay, this is rated M
(on ff . net, NC-17 on aff .
net), and the categories are horror and tragedy. If you�re expecting a happy
fic� this is somewhat of an experiment with my own comfort level, so if I creep
you out or give you nightmares that�s� well. Torture in this chapter!

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When she woke up, he was there. She rushed at him, but he
waved his hand and she smashed into an invisible wall. She pounded at it. �Let
me go!�

But he simply waved his hand again and she found she could
not speak. His eyes were hard now, and she knew again that she was trapped. Her
mouth worked, eyes glaring, using words she knew but had rarely used before.

He looked at her for a time, and she felt like a bug being
examined under a magnifying glass. �I should not have tried to gain your
willing co-operation. A slave to my conscience. I seem
to have acquired one. A weakness I assure you that will be rooted out.� His eyes flashed red, and she felt terror fill her
again.

He smiled. �This will go much easier if you hate me. Fear
me. Hurt. But I will not kill you. Though� no. After
this is over and they are born, I give you my word, and I have only broken it
once, that you will be returned home with no memories of what has passed. And your sanity intact.� He turned from her to look at his
hand.

She gasped soundlessly as it changed,
fingers to claws. �If I draw power from your torment there might be enough for
two children. That would double their odds of survival� if I had tried to be kind �I would have had to supply most of the
power, and that would have hastened my death. And perhaps
ensured theirs and the doom of humanity.� He shook his head. �I doubt
Mundus understands how humanity has progressed. His battle plans would be based
on the opposition of two thousand years ago. Your footmen are far better armed,
but your cities are unwarded and after he invaded
sorcerers and part-devils were hunted down, even those who fought for you. The
initial resistance would be fierce, but your leaders would be eliminated, your
forces untrained in this type of war�� he shook his head. �Weakness.
I am still trying to convince you this is necessary.� He curled his talons into
a fist and turned to her.

�I honor you for your bravery and strength. I wish this was
not necessary. For one thing, I very much wish the seal I cast was not killing
me,� wry humor there, so human for a second. �But� for what is left of my
honor, I must. What I have seen� All of humanity will be in your debt. I hope�
no, I should not hope that is any comfort to you.�

He gestured and she found herself elsewhere again, in a
place that looked like a sorcerer�s lair from a movie. There was an altar, that she found herself strapped to by invisible
bonds, still unable to speak. She would be gibbering soundlessly in fear, but
she wouldn�t give him that satisfaction.

If he needed her fear, she would deny him it. That was all
she could do. She already hated him, even though that was a sin and would give
him power over her. If she could stay pure that would stop him from
accomplishing his fell purposes?

She closed her eyes and prayed, trying to clear her mind,
trying not to think of what must be coming.

Still, she couldn�t close her ears. He was moving around
her, making� sharpening knives?

�There is a more gentle way to prepare a mother to give
birth to a half-breed, a series of spells that leave no outer mark, but there
is no time.� He stalked towards her. �Demon blood is poisonous to humans,
causing incredible agony if it touches them. You will hurt,
I won�t cast the full ritual. But you will stay sane.�

She debated trying to go insane, since he seemed to care
about that. She realized she had no idea how, and if she was insane than she
wouldn�t be calm. She willed her breathing to be slow.

He was standing over her. �Clever.� And her eyes opened
against her will, and she found she couldn�t close them. �I said too much. I� weakness. This is necessary, and I will do it, just as I betrayed my Emperor. Even humans say it is
just to sacrifice the one for the many.� His hand, holding a knife, was
trembling, then he willed it to be still.

She almost believed he was serious about not wanting to do
this.

No, he was trying to trick her! He was a devil, they didn�t
feel remorse, otherwise how could they have turned
against God? But Sparda became good� She
wasn�t Jesus, she couldn�t inspire redemption in
something that had turned their back on the ultimate good. And this wasn�t
Sparda.

This was the devil, and she was in his clutches.

The knife descended, and he watched her eyes as he started
to cut away her clothes. She gazed defiantly back into his, but he frowned and
she found herself watching the knife. The handle looked like bone, the metal
was black and where it passed her skin felt oily.

Light glinted from it and it was clearly very, very sharp,
cleaving her clothes like� a knife through butter. Warm butter, not cold, the
stuff could get rock-solid and then try to use a dull butterknife�
good, think of something else, not the fact you could get raped any second now.

�It�s been a while,� he murmured. �I�ve wandered
battlefields, tasted all of man�s inhumanity to man, but there�s nothing quite
like doing it oneself.�

This was horribly obscene, she knew as the knife cut away
her bra. It was cold in here, the only warmth coming from him. Should she be
feeling body heat at this range?

She couldn�t hear anything but him, nothing to focus on but
what was going on right now. She tried to pray again, but found herself losing
her place when he started to speak again.

�You�re healthy, that�s good� I was worried my spell would
find me a withered old crone. Not as worried as I was that it would find no one
at all� Before, you might have lasted a day or three, depending on how hungry I
was and how much time I had. Often it was a quick meal and then back to
whatever battlefield or yet another strategy session or report to Mundus� they
all blur together. Do you know what I�ve seen?� Out of the corner of her eye
she saw a book float over. He glanced at it, gestured with the knife, and then
it tipped so she could see the illustration.

It was an old-style woodcut of a woman. Naked.
With lines all over her body. �Knowing what�s coming
usually makes it worse� but at least you�ll know when I�m close to done.� He
laughed suddenly, the sound ringing out in the still dark room like a sudden
flame. �If Virgilius could hear me now� actually trying to minimize the suffering of a human!
You wouldn�t have heard of him. Unless you�ve read the Violet
Fairy Book?� Despite herself she nodded. The knife was hovering about
half an inch over her breasts, she was tilted up so
she could see. Keep him talking.

�Nothing about his heroism, merely old gossip about the
trouble he caused when he was younger� I think that thing he did to that woman
who embarrassed him was censored. She ended up naked in front of the whole city
of Rome� Well.�
And the knife slammed down. �I really should let myself enjoy this. It has been
far too long��

It hurt, oh god it hurt, and she prayed and pleaded and
whimpered, or tried to and failed. Somehow, not being able to speak made it far
worse. Making noises would have vented some of it, given her something else to
focus on. So cruel of him, to deny her even that abatement.

Her skin burned where the knife cut it, wisps of smoke
rising.

She managed to tear her gaze away from the knife to look at
his eyes. They were strangely detatched, hiding
something. Though there was pleasure there, his mouth was slightly open and he
looked hungry.

Terrible and terrifying.

Hiding remorse?

She wouldn�t be fooled!

If she had magic could she use it to fight him? But you were
supposed to turn the other cheek� but fighting demons was different. If she
could delay the end of the world even a little, that would be
worth even using magic, right?

But she had no idea how and the pain kept derailing her
trains of thought.

Please God make it
stop� Had God abandoned her? He�d abandoned a lot of people, the martyrs�.
No, the martyrs had kept their faith to the end and she would too! But that was
pride, thinking that she would be a martyr when she would be the mother of the
Antichrist� two of them? That wasn�t how the book went�

That�s right, keep thinking about something other than it hurts!

Her eyes went to the diagram, so much more to go, he�d
barely started on the front and he�d have to do her back too.

She couldn�t move, or she�d be writhing to get away from the
knife. Paralyzed and helpless and there was a demon with a knife� and
being a virgin sacrifice would be better than this. Then it would be over. He
couldn�t be telling the truth about letting her go.

Someone would find her and rescue her, right? There were
knights� she tried to imagine Father Thomas bursting in here with holy water.
But he�d held her crucifix without being burnt.

It was still around her neck. He hadn�t cut it away.

Cold comfort. But something to hold
onto, even though she couldn�t move her arm to grasp it.

She wanted to wince and shiver so badly, cry out for someone
to make it stop, please! But she could only in her own mind, praying to a God
who didn�t answer.

Had she sinned? What had she done to deserve this? Was she
damned before birth? Original sin? But that was
nullified by baptism. Or was it because of the magic she knew she had somehow?
Or did he have another spell on her, to make her believe him and lose even more
hope? Maybe the crucifix had hurt him and his immunity was just an illusion?

He hissed softly and her train of thought hurt. He wasn�t
looking at her eyes now, only at the knife as it traced the pattern on her
flesh: fingers flexed and she imagined him making those cuts with a claw. His
human form was an illusion, what did he really look like? Horns, claws and
teeth, her imagination pictured. The claws had been brown, not red�

Another thing that would have been a scream if it weren�t muffled, and water refused to well from her eyes. Bound and
not even able to scream, if anyone but him would hear her scream here.

Help! And her
whole body shook in the momentary freedom after she was turned over. At least
she couldn�t see now. She could still see the diagram, so she knew, usually,
where the knife would cut next.

Just her face left now. Why had he left it for last? She was
turned over again.

And he put away the knife. She shook with relief.

She could move! Just a little, but what a relief! Thank God.

�I�m not casting the complete spell, so�� he touched her
face. �The lines will scar, but I�ll remove them before I put you back.� He
seemed to be searching her eyes for something.

She glared. �Go to hell,� she mouthed. Or was she already in
hell?

No one would be able to save her then.

�There will be clothes in your room, and food.� He waved his
hand and they were in her room. She dove for the clothing and glared at him.

Regret?

She scrambled into the clothing and resolved not to eat.

An hour later he appeared again and enchanted her to eat.
She couldn�t make herself throw up either.

Taking very good care of her. The
clothing was expensive before she tore at it, not having anything else to do.

She tried to keep awake, but he made her sleep with a hand
to her forehead. She woke up on the soft bed and found she couldn�t weep.
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