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A Devil's Heart	By : PerireAnimus Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 4438 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A Devils Heart
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Girl in the Masquerade Mask
   Wearing only a wired underskirt with bloomers and knee high lace stockings with gold and silver ribbons, tied neatly in a bow at the sides, a young petite woman stepped into the long delicate silver skirt and pulled it up to snap in place at the crook of her back across her waist, and smoothed out the gold embroidery on her legs. The long brocade dress glimmered under the low lamplight and candles that were lit quietly around the semi-large room of a bedroom.
   She took the brocade silver and gold bodice that laid on the pristine medium size bed to put it over her delicate flesh and well rounded chest. Pearls of white and gold complimented with brilliant crystals decorated the bodice and skirt in an elaborate design, a gold chemise covering the top of her chest that cut low to bare the tops of her breasts. Swirls of tiny pearls and crystals brightened down the ends of her sleeves, covering half of her hands with two small buttons keeping it in place. The translucent gold chemise covering the front of her dress in a triangle with bead-work designs running down the sides of it, connecting to the brocade material.
   Her small shoulders were slightly revealed from the cover of the roped and beaded top sleeves, adorned with spirals of pearls and crystals, the top of her back would show bare once the bodice was tied in place. She became engrossed in trying to tie her own corset, hands bent behind her back as she wrestled with the garment, until a hesitant knock at the door brought her attention away from the pesky silver silk ribbon.
   "Are you ready yet, Angelea?" a young man's concerned voice sounded from the other side of the oak door.
   "Yeah almost, I have yet to put my make-up on and I'm trying to tie the ribbon of my corset and I'm having trouble with it. Argh, stupid ribbon, damn it!" she blurted out in reply, frustration laced in her voice as the ribbon wouldn't go through one of the holes and she was having trouble finding the other one.
   "We're going to be late for the ball and everyone here has already left. Do you want me to help you?" the man replied, worry in his tone.
   "Grr, yeah fine, hurry up and get in here and help me tie this stupid corset!" she finished, dropping her arms down to her sides in defeat, angry and annoyed with the ribbon as if the ribbon itself had been the cause of her agitation that she had felt all evening.
   Brooding, she held up the corset with her arms crossed so as to not reveal anything as the door creaked open and a young man came in, dressed in a peacock blue, silver and gold suit, styled in the English Renaissance period. He wore a silver mask with peacock blue and gold designs decorating the eye slits and forehead which covered half his face.
   He was smiling sweetly as he slowly walked in and closed the door behind him to give them privacy in case someone decided to come back for something. As he went to stand behind Angelea, a slight blush crossed her smooth face which had a minor scowl upon it. With gentle hands, the young man took the silk ribbons between his fingers and delicately slipped them through each hole in the back of the bodice, and then tightened them firmly before going to the next golden colored metal hole. He could smell her sweet perfume of floral and sandalwood with a hint of citrus. He observed her slender pale back, ever so often brushing against it, Angelea feeling the warmth as his hands and fingers tied the ribbons down her back.
   "Thanks David… for doing this, sorry for the trouble." Angelea said in a low tone of embarrassment, she hated to trouble people with things.
   David just grinned and said in a warm voice, "Oh it's no trouble, I delight in helping you. And besides, you look radiant in this dress, did Katherine make this for you?" he said, tying the bottom into a neat long bow.
   Angelea nodded, smiling as she turned to look at David to thank him and then replied, "Yeah, she did, isn't it beautiful?" as she stepped back to show David the dress, her hand clasped together in front of her nervously.
   "Of course it is, you look exquisite and it matches your hair," he said, admiring her from head to toe as he reached over and slipped his right hand through the soft tendrils of her long silver hair that shimmered gold when the light hit them.
   Angelea modestly looked away from his lustful stare, shying away from his touch a bit and replied, "If only I could dress like this every day instead of it being once. I feel like a princess when wearing something like this, it's so fun! I wish I was born in the Renaissance, those people had taste and elegance." She said sighing in disappointment, imagining the idea of being in a world of the Renaissance.
   David smiled amusingly to hide his disappointment from her reaction and gave a curt nod in agreement. "Yeah it would be nice to live in such a time period, things were a lot different back then, you would have loved it," he finished as he took her hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze.
   "You really think so?" she said smiling, her perfect teeth showing a little through her small soft lips.
   "I know so," he said with utmost certainty, raising his head up a bit in a dimple grin.
   Angelea just smiled at this, removing her hands from his and gently nudged his chest that made him move backwards a bit, a playful gesture. She turned towards her vanity, her make-up laid out neatly, and began to put on her make-up.
   "Come on, you don't need any make-up; you look beautiful without it, let’s go! Father Constantine will be irate if we're late for the inauguration of the two new members into the Order. It's very important that we are there to welcome them since we are seniors and need to set an example," he urged as he stood right behind her, his reflection on the mirror looking directly at her in all seriousness.
   Angelea was powdering her face, trying to cover the long nights awake from under her eyes as she glanced at him in the mirror. "I know, I know, just go, don't wait up for me. It won't help if both of us are late, you go, I'll catch up. It's better if one of us is late instead of both of us. Don't worry I'll try to be quick and be right behind you, it's not that far of a walk," she finished as she began to put gold eye liner over her mismatched eyes of violet and blue-green.
   "Angelea it's almost seven city blocks!" he exclaimed to her in a high tone, surprised at her reply.
   "Go! Don't worry about me, I'll see you soon~," she said waving her hand at him as a sign to leave, not giving him a glance as she was too busy looking at herself in the mirror; cussing under her breath as she had messed up on the eyeliner, and grabbed a q-tip to correct her mistake.
   David sighed in defeat, knowing he wouldn't be able to get her to go any faster. He nodded in reply and turned towards the door, hands on the latch and turned it to open it as he gave her one last glance and then began to walk out but stopped when Angelea called out for him. He poked his head back in to look at her, giving her a silent questioning stare.
   "Thanks… for tying me up." she said in a low tone, a slight blush crossing her face again; embarrassment written in her words as if what she had said had sounded naughtier than what it was meant to be.
   David just smiled, "You're welcome." and with that he closed the door, leaving her behind for the awaited ball that evening.
   After finishing, she quickly put on her small matching heels and put on the gold masquerade mask that covered the top half of her face like David’s. It had silver colored designs of matching pearls and shiny stones that glittered in the light, giving off a rainbow hue upon her face and hair that she didn't bother to put up because of the short time. She then grabbed her silk purse and put the gold silk rope around her wrist, items that had been also handmade by her good friend Katherine.
   She checked to make sure she had everything and wasn't forgetting anything, keys, a small glass bottle of holy water which she had been told to always carry around her by David for important uses of blessing or to ward off evil and banish them. Satisfied, she quickly moved to the door to leave, but with some difficulty and almost tripped. Shutting the door to her bedroom and than running as quickly as she could in the full sized dress, she held up the skirts in front of her, trying not to trip to get to the exit of the shared home owned by the organization she served. She realized it was going to be difficult walking in the dress, let alone trying to run in it. She should have put on the dress and practiced walking in it before tonight but it was too late to brood over it now.
   She carefully went down the stairs and out the front door into the cold night that sent shivers down her spine. She had no time to go back in to grab a coat, she knew she was going to be late without having to look at a clock and was worried to hear an ear full from her superior. Quickly walking down the cobblestone walkway towards her destination, she noticed something didn't seem right. She went on anyways, trying to ignore the feeling of discomfort as she got to the city streets, passing the wall of stone and metal fence that surrounded her residence. Turning right and proceeding with quick attempts at walking without tripping on her face, she was beginning to get frustrated and started to regret wearing the costume.
   The feeling didn't seem to go away and instead heightened with intensity as she was having trouble breathing, and it wasn't caused by the tight corset around her chest. She knew this feeling all too well, something evil was near and she began to get even more frustrated. She didn't have time to deal with demons and didn't understand why they had been popping up so often lately. She passed the costumed people walking down the cracked pavement and tried to ignore the feelings and just concentrate on making it to the ball.
   She began to hear the inhuman voices whispering in the wind, her skirts billowing, as if they were right behind her, grabbing at her. The surrounding area seemed to get darker and colder and the voices more intense as she went further. She had planned on taking the alley routes to cut the time in hopes of getting there faster; to cut through the long blocks and take a quick short-cut to get to the building that she could see poking out from above the other buildings surrounding it as she passed by them. It was so close she could almost touch it and hoped she could get there before trouble started. As she crossed the street and turned left into the alley, she came to a halt as something blocked her path.
   Dante was driving down the lamp lit streets of the city, passing crowded bars and clubs of people dressed up in costumes. There were honking cars and people bustling on the sidewalks; he noticed a group of people spraying silly string at each other, laughing and hollering at each other. He just smirked and drove on a little faster down the semi-busy street, looking for anything suspicious. With his keen hearing he heard yelling- a woman's- and it didn't sound like one of merriment. He also noticed sounds that were inhuman, growls and whispers in another tongue. Yep that caught his attention, and he knew it was what he had been searching for all night.
   He slowed down his vehicle and parked it, kicked the stand down and turned off the engine, quickly getting off his bike to go assist the woman. Pulling out his scythe with ease, he quietly but quickly went towards the direction of where he had heard the sounds. As he got closer he realized the sounds were coming from an unusually dark alley. The sounds and words were clearer and he stopped to listen. The one talking was distinctly a young woman, her voice laced with frustration and anger. He came in a little closer into the dark alley and could make out a woman's figure. She wore such an outrageous looking dress that he had to hold back his laugh and stay serious as to not draw attention towards him. He also recognized the black shadows with glowing red eyes and knew instantly what they were- demons.
   "I'm not afraid of you! Bring it!" she yelled out in defiance, standing her ground against the dark shadows, rummaging through her purse and pulling out a small clear flask.
   Dante- intrigued by the display before him- could not help but continue to observe the situation quietly, smirking.
   This is going to be interesting… he thought with amusement as a devious smirk crept upon his smooth face.
   The young woman opened the flask and swung her right puffed sleeved arm forwards, then back and forth as the clear contents from the container sprinkled the air and the spaces in front of her towards the demons, he assumed it was holy water.
   Since when did people carry around holy water with them? he thought questioningly, no one but him did that. And he knew he was the only devil hunter around here so what did that make her? She just so happens to carry some with her on a whim? I doubt that, he finished his thought, concern written across his face as he wondered about it.
   The demons only hissed at her attempts and backed away. They seemed to have been badly injured by it but she didn't have enough to get rid of the five that were presently there and they seemed to be strong ones. She didn't seem to know how to use holy water properly, it could have worked in removing one of them, but not all of them, and she had too small an amount for it to properly work for her.
   He shook his head disapprovingly as he grinned. Amateur, he thought to himself as he removed his gun from behind his coat.
   Noticing her efforts failed, she was beginning to lose confidence but tried not to show it. She yelled at them again to go away and let her pass, because she didn't have time to deal with them. She wanted the creatures to leave her alone but they ignored her, yet she still stood her ground, unafraid. They didn't seem to like it and Dante noticed that they seemed a little hesitant in attacking her, he wondered about that too and thought it was odd.
   Then suddenly they all changed into a different form of creeping crawlies of mostly large hissing cockroaches with lingering hints of maggots, large spiders and centipedes and other gross insects and they began to reach towards her. In shock she screamed in fear, backing away, trying to cover her face as if that would hide her away from them and ran blindly into Dante, closing the gap between them.
   Her tear filled eyes of confusion looked up at him with surprise and then suddenly she jumped on him in hopes he would protect her from the demons. Her arms wound around his strong broad shoulders in desperation as she screamed in his ears to make them go away in urgency, trying to stay on him and off the ground, her puffed up skirts making it difficult. Taken aback by the girl's reaction, not used to having some woman willingly jump in his arms, he tried to hold her as he complied with her wishes.
   He raised his left arm up and aimed his Ebony gun at the repulsive display before him and fired five deadly shots of his blessed bullets at his targets. They exploded in a sick sounding splatter of bug guts and vanished instantly. The girl was still holding onto him in a death grip, her face hiding at the right crook of his neck and he could feel her shivering. He gently sat her down on the ground as she let go of him in distraught, asking if the cockroaches were on her as she unthinkably brushed through her hair with her hands and moved around her body in search of them crawling on her unknowingly. She was freaking out and moving back and forth in front of Dante as she felt nothing there but believed there was.
   He shook his head slightly in a 'no' and tried not to laugh at the funny display in front of him. "No they are all gone and none of them are on you from the looks of it. You have nothing to worry about, I blasted all of them away, just calm down, it's all over," he said with assurance and certainty in his tone.
   She stopped searching and placed one hand on her chest, taking in deep breaths with her eyes closed in concentration as if to calm herself, slightly shivering as she did so. Dante just looked her up and down and realized she was wearing period clothing of what seemed to be the Renaissance, it was an elaborate costume and it did not look to be the cheaply kind. He put his gun away behind him and just snickered at her, if it was because of what she wore, or the fact that she had tried to fight demons on her own and failed miserably, instead of being scared of their original forms; it had to be bugs that made her blood run cold. Women being afraid of harmless little bugs, he never understood it.
   "Sorry for… how I've acted. I have this terrible phobia of cockroaches and I just go berserk when they are around. …I-I didn't hurt you when… I jumped on you, did I?" she said quietly, embarrassment laced in her words as she sort of looked at him; a blush crept up on her cheeks but thankfully the mask hid it from her savior.
   She noticed the mysterious stranger also donned a mask, but this one seemed to cover his entire face and he wore a large red hat. She also noticed the clothes he wore: long crimson colored trench coat and black leather pants and vest over his muscular build, from what she could tell. Worn black boots, gun belt around his waist but no guns; she guessed they were hidden beneath his long coat and he was also holding a black scythe that glowed blue and white from its long sharp blade with his right fingerless gloved hand.
   Dante couldn't hold it in any longer and just laughed out loud in reply, "Fear of cockroaches huh? And here I thought you would be afraid of the demons more than anything!" he said in between laughs, doubling over as he was snickering at her.
   She just looked at him with hurt eyes and was surprised at his outburst. She gave him a scowl, waiting for him to stop laughing but he didn't. Remembering about the ball, she quickly grabbed her skirts and turned away from him, not wanting to stand around and be laughed at, she was definitely late now and David was probably wondering where she was. She could picture his worried face, looking all over for her and she hoped the people who were to be presented tonight haven’t already appeared.
   "Ah crap! I got to go, sorry! Happy Halloween~!" she yelled back at him with her back already turned, trying not to walk into the bug guts but to no avail; as she quickly went down the alleyway towards the building which wasn't far away, just two more blocks she thought.
   Dante, realizing the young woman was already leaving him, raised himself upright and called out to her, "Hey, where ya going! I save your life and get nothing but a rude way of saying 'thank you and good-bye' with you running off and there is no gratitude for my effort? I should get a piece of candy or maybe a kiss on the cheek for it, after all it is Halloween!" he finished with a huge haughty grin, seeing she was almost out of the ally.
   She stopped to turn, smiling back at him, "Oh, HA HA, yeah right, in your dreams~! I don't remember that being in the rules for saving someone, but I’m surprised they’d give you candy, let alone a kiss for, your endeavors. Thanks though, I'll make it up to you somehow!" she yelled back giggling, trying to hold the heavy skirt up as she peered at him through her crooked mask.
   "How are you going to make it up to me, you don't know who I am or where I live!" he yelled back at her in reply, his hand over his mouth in a 'C' to give his voice more range for the sound to carry for her to hear.
   She hesitated, furrowing her brows in thought as of something to say in reply to his questions. That's what she would get when she would say something without thinking, and this put her on the spot, was she really going to see this guy again?
   "Uh… what's your name?" she asked uncertain.
   "The name's Dante, you?" he said loudly in an aloof tone of voice.
   "Angelea…," she replied back with a nervous smile, unsure of herself.
   Dante just nodded to this, waiting for her to continue. "I'll… I'll bake you some homemade cookies as thanks for your trouble, how's that?" she asked in a loud voice, hoping that would please him.
   Dante just nodded in agreement, adding, "sounds fine, though you're gonna need to know where to drop off the cookies. You can find me at 'Devil May Cry', don't know what that is, look me up. You should have no trouble finding it, it's in the city," he said, giving his scythe a twirl with his right hand, showing off.
   Angelea nodded once saying the word ‘Devil May Cry’ under her breath, furrowing her brows in concentration as if it would help burn in her memory. "Okay… well thanks! I got to go, I'm late! Take care… Dante!" she yelled as she continued at the end of the alley, turning left.
   Dante wanted to ask her what it was she was late for and would offer her a lift but it was too late, she was already gone. Sighing, he turned around and went in the opposite direction towards his parked motor bike. He got on it, pulling the keys out of his pocket to turn on the engine. Guess it was time to find more trouble. He turned on the engine and put on the lights, stood up and pushed off to go.
   He thought about this mysterious yet unusual girl Angelea, feeling in a very good mood for some reason, maybe it was killing the demons that made him feel this way. He felt really warm and strangely very happy and he enjoyed the short time he had spent with this young woman, which was strange. He couldn't stop thinking about the girl while he was driving along the now busy street and he couldn‘t help but wonder. There was something very different about her now that he thought on it more but he couldn't put his finger on it. His silver brows furrowed as his expression mildly went serious in thought, he was even curious as to what she looked like since she had had a mask covering half of her face; he wondered if it was as pretty as her voice. One thing that stood out was that she hadn’t been afraid of demons, hell, she had been even willing to stand up against them and fight them without any weapon except for a small bit of holy water that didn't do her any good. That wasn’t normal for a human, let alone a woman. Usually people would run away screaming in the opposite direction when there was a demon around, but she hadn‘t; and that really piqued his interest.
   He wondered how long it would be before he would see her again, thinking about the homemade cookies that made his stomach groan. He couldn't wait and hoped she would come around soon. Who knew, maybe he would figure out what it was about her and get some answers to his questions. Smirking at the thought, he was content in waiting patiently as he continued on his path hunting demons; hoping it would get his mind off of the girl in the masquerade mask.
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