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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

III
The New Arrivals
   The large old Gothic building was filled with classical music of Bach, Mozart, Beethoven, and other famous classics. The ballroom was huge filled with various masked people dressed in a variety of rich colors in period clothing of the Renaissance. Laughing, eating, talking and dancing were found throughout the spacious room as the masquerade ball of Hallows Eve played on into the night. Everyone was having a great time, all but one certain anxious man stood amongst the crowd in a deep blue period clothing searching for a particular person.
   "Where is she!" he muttered under his breath in annoyance as his eyes skimmed up and down the ballroom.
   "Where's who?" asked a woman who appeared to be in her thirties, curiosity written on her face.
   She wore a deep violet dress of brocade and a silver chemise decorated with silver embroidery and amethysts. Her smiling face exposed when she moved her hand mask that was held by a decorated ribbon stick with matching colors.
   The man looked at her, "Angelea." there was annoyance in his tone as he looked away searching for his friend.
   "Angelea? She's late again? That girl, when will she ever learn?" the woman giggled, covering her smile with the edge of her mask as she shook her head amused.
   "Care to dance with me until she shows up?" the older woman offered laying her laced gloved hand on the broad shoulder of the troubled man before her, knowing that he enjoyed dancing and hoped that it might help calm him.
   He shook his head and answered "No", still busy searching the crowd with his pale grey-blue eyes. "Another time Katherine, thanks…" he finished as he removed his suede black hat with peacock feathers decorating the side of it and rubbed his temple, a headache coming on.
   His semi-curly, short, dark brown hair was covered again as he put his hat back on his head, sighing in frustration and worry, forgetting Katherine's presence as his mind was busy in thought of another woman. She just nodded in disappointment and left him where he stood, seeing that his interests were elsewhere, and went on to join in on the conversation with a group of women engaging in the latest gossip of O.P.S.C.
   After a short while, a man in his early forties walked up onto the decorated stage at the end of the ballroom, accompanied by two younger persons. The older man dressed for the occasion but the other two were not, they looked to be a little nervous and very out of place. The man who fit in held a crystal glass in his right hand and clinked it with a fork loud enough to get everyone's attention.
   The music and dancing stopped and the room came to a hush as they waited for the man to speak. Adjusting the microphone stand, he smiled at the audience and started with a joke to lighten the mood and ease his nervousness. Everyone laughed, whispering to each other as they paid close attention to the stage in front of them. As the speech went on about the years work and the plans for the future, he went on to introduce the two people standing behind him, to his right. Smiling, the masked man raised his arm as a gesture for the people to come forward; they obliged and slowly walked forward apprehensively.
   By then David was certain Angelea wasn't going to make it and wondered what was keeping her, he was upset, besides being very worried, and was going to have a long talk with her about this. Father Constantine was not going to be happy when he would see that Angelea wasn't here to welcome the new comers.
   Later, when Father Constantine called them up to the stage, reluctantly David left where he stood near one of the large marble pillars where he was waiting for Angelea and walked towards the stage, all eyes on him. He knew what Father Constantine would think and dreaded the disapproving looks he would make, especially the one of disappointment. Since Angelea was his responsibility and he was her superior also, the fact that she was late would look bad on him and he hated looking foolish to the higher-ups. Tonight would be Angelea's first time to be a mentor and superior for others below her in the Order and be entered into the Winged Warriors which tonight was her ordination into the group. It was an important night for her and she was not here to receive the award, this was a dishonor for him, the Order and her superiors above her.
   As he ascended the few steps onto the stage, Father Constantine gave him a questioning look, implying the missing person at hand. David just shook his head, a grave look upon his face as he stood next to the younger man before him, with an interesting looking right arm, he observed. Hushed voices were exchanged in the audience when they noticed that the person who was called up was absent, Constantine looked very upset and disappointed but continued on with his speech as lady Katherine came up onto the stage from the other side carrying three small cherry wood boxes.
   Suddenly, sounds and voices went up and the people onstage noticed the racket before them curiously. David realized it was Angelea trying to shove her way through the colorful crowd of masked faces, excusing herself and apologizing as she went trying not to fall. David couldn't help but glare at her, feeling embarrassed at the scene she was making: what she did, good or bad went onto him, and right now she was making a fool of herself which in turn made him look the fool.
   Constantine eyed David, giving him a grim look as Angelea was making her way up the wooden steps. She fell on the stage as she tripped on the steps, Nero tried to catch her but David got to her quicker before she fell on her face. He saw green and yellow slime on her when he was raising her up, she apologized and thanked him, trying to straighten herself out to look presentable and failing miserably as David removed a piece of slime from her hair the expression on his face of question. She turned to see what he was doing and looked mortified when she realized what it was and the younger man gave a curious questioning look while the younger woman beside him covered her mouth trying to conceal her slight disgust.
   Constantine cleared his throat to get their attention and they quickly stood at attention, Angelea went to stand between David and the youth who appeared serious and feeling quite awkward. Father Constantine apologized for the interruption and continued his speech, beckoning Katherine over to come closer and present the two wooden boxes.
   "I present to you our two newest members of the Ordo Pius Sanctus Caelestis: The Order of the Holy Saints of the Divine who are being accepted into this family of Holy Warriors and I hope that all of you will welcome them into your lives." Constantine said as he began to open both of the boxes that contained a silver and rose gold pendent and the other a ring of the same precious metals.
   They pictured an angel holding a sword upward with one hand and holding a staff in the shape of a long cross in the other inset into a rounded star sapphire. The jewelry were blessed and shined brilliantly in the bright light of the room and it was David and Angelea's cue to go up towards Katherine and take the gifts to present to the new arrivals. "The gifts we give to Nero of Fortuna and Kyrie of Fortuna are to recognize them into the Order and to bless them on their journey of redemption. May God shine his holy light upon them as they walk the path of faith." he finished smiling proudly as David went to Kyrie to put the necklace pendent around her small neck over a gold necklace she wore about her.
   Angelea went to Nero awkwardly and nervously, "Uhm… which hand do you want me to put.. the ring… oh… uh, I guess the left hand then huh?" her voice went low as she saw his arm, her expression was perplexed by the fact.
   She tried to smile to hide her embarrassment when she realized Nero's wicked looking arm glowed blue and she stared at it. Nero was a little tense and felt inept of the situation, agreeing with Angelea as he lifted his left hand for her to slip the ring onto his index finger while he raised his right hand to scratch at his head nervously; noticing that she wore the same symbolic pendent around her neck. She saw he wore another silver ring on his ring finger with a rose insignia on it and it looked plain in comparison to the new ring she just gave him. As soon as she put it on she stood next to him at his right and faced the assembly in front of her, David stood next to Kyrie on her left.
   Everyone clapped and cheered after the gifts were given, then Constantine continued on announcing that David and Angelea were to be the new comers’ superiors and mentors. The people again clapped and hooted, David just smirked and Angelea gave a nervous smile, uncertain of the task given to her. With the last part of his speech, putting Angelea in the spotlight, Father Constantine presented another gift but to Angelea, honoring her into the Winged Warriors. Everyone in the room clapped loudly and cheered again as Angelea went forward apprehensively towards Father Constantine who was revealing a medium size pendant of a rose gold cross with silver wings on both sides of the cross. He turned to Angelea and pinned it onto the front of her dress over the delicate gold chemise that covered her breasts.
   He smiled at her and gave her a reassuring squeeze over her shoulder as he turned her towards the gathered people who were still clapping. She just smiled and bowed at them, holding back tears of joy from the honor given to her. It was a dream come true to be a part of the Winged Warriors- an honor bestowed only to a certain amount of people and was not easy to get in to. She had one last test which David was confident she would pass and persuaded Father Constantine to give her the honor on Halloween during the masquerade ball. He willingly obliged, trusting David's opinion, but she wondered if Father Constantine regretted that after the stunt she pulled for being late for the very inauguration into the Winged Warrior Society. She hoped not, as she turned to stand next to her new peer, Nero who looked rather young, probably the same age as her.
   She almost tripped again but caught herself, hearing the gasps behind her and concealed laughs, Nero gave her a hand making sure she made it back to his side once again. He frowned at the girl, thinking what a klutz she was and how the dress she wore looked absurd, observing that she had some weird kind of goop dried on her dress and hair when he looked closely. He couldn't believe this was his superior and hoped he wasn't going to be stuck with her, assuming she would get them both killed somehow.
   Father Constantine ended his speech by again congratulating Angelea, Nero, and Kyrie; wishing them the best and good luck in their lives. He then turned to leave as he descended the steps with Katherine following close behind on the left of the stage while Angelea, Nero, Kyrie, and David descended on the right. The music began to play again, Toccata and Fugue in D Minor by Bach and the people went on to chattering and laughing and dancing the night away. Some people returned to the tables to dine on the fine cuisine and talk about the event that went on tonight.
   People went to congratulate Angelea and welcomed Nero and Kyrie into the Order, wishing them well and blessing them. Angelea hugged the ones who came to hug her, thanking all those who congratulated her, others went to David congratulating him and complimenting him for being a fine mentor, mentioning on how proud he must be of his pupil. Nero just shook hands, nodding with a bored expression, Kyrie mimicked Angelea; overwhelmed by the amount of people coming towards her. Angelea went to hug Kyrie as well, smiling big and congratulating her- taking note that she wore a long white woolen dress with gold embroidery design at the lower hem of her outfit and collar. Four silver buttons aligned the front of her chest and a thin black material lined under her bust and above it and buckled on the sides of her upper arm below the puffed shoulder sleeves. A gold stitched design on both sides of her shoulders where the material puffed out. Thick cream colored cuffs at the end of her long sleeves and matching color material over her chest. She wore modest black heeled boots and a gold pendant of wings crossed over a thin light red gem, holding it in place and another pair of wings spread out. Kyrie had semi-long light brown hair and kind hazel colored eyes that were welcoming. Perfect pale skin and slightly full pink lips that would smile warmly at everyone she met.
   Angelea hoped they would grow to be great friends and later turned to Nero about to hug him but stopped herself realizing who it was and instead gave him an awkward handshake. He grasped her hand with his devil arm and gently shook her hand then quickly let go. David shook both Kyrie and Nero's hands, adding his congrats. There was an awkward silence until Kyrie broke it and apologized that they weren't dressed for the event.
   "Oh it's alright, it was probably last minute before you two could plan on your costumes. Here, I'll offer you two masks so you two can fit in a little better." Angelea said kindly as she waved over a person who carried around an assortment of masks laid neatly atop a bronze colored tray.
   The mask keeper dressed to look like a 'fool' wearing the comedy tragedy mask over his entire face and a jingling fools hat made of motley material. He quickly came by and presented a variety of masks to them. Nero refused to take one but Kyrie gingerly took a white and gold hand mask of colorful feathers which was held by a ribbon stick of silver and gold and thanked him.
   Angelea had glanced repeatedly at Nero's unusual arm ever since she first saw it and would look away when Nero caught her staring. She didn't want to appear rude but she couldn't help her curiosity, she wondered if he was born that way.
   "Nero, would you join me in a dance?" Kyrie asked bashfully, taking hold of his left arm and gave it a squeeze.
   "I don't dance." he replied impassively as he looked around, he wasn't interested in the ball or the idea of dancing, he wanted to leave if anything.
   Disappointment crossed Kyrie's face, she was hurt by his answer as she was hoping to enjoy the night by dancing ever since they had arrived.
   David saw her expression, "Would you care to dance with me instead, Lady Kyrie?" he said warmly offering his arm for her, smiling.
   Kyrie wasn't sure what to say to this, taken back by his sudden offer. Seeing this, Angelea mentioned that David was a wonderful dancer and she would be missing out if she didn't join him, assuring her that she would enjoy herself and that he was a gentleman. After hearing this she agreed and then looked at Nero when taking David's arm, as if waiting for Nero's approval. He nodded his head silently in agreement, looking bored. She smiled and happily went with David, covering half her face with the hand mask and joined the large dance floor amongst the other dancing people.
   The scene looked as if one stepped right into the past and entered into the Renaissance era, it was so magical. Nero and Angelea quietly stood there side by side in awkward silence watching the crowd of dancing colorful masked people before them with Kyrie and David dancing together in the organized shuffle. Listening to the soothing music together, Angelea would occasionally look Nero up and down ever so often curiously, acknowledging that he was taller than her, had white hair and was small in build but clearly muscular.
   He wore a navy blue suede long coat with red accenting on the insides and the same colored cuffs that rolled up the sleeves and ended at his elbows. There was a strange red symbol on the upper sleeve near his shoulder and large silver buttons lined down the opening of his coat that also had the rose insignia. Underneath he wore a crimson hooded vest that had vertical strips stitched together in a criss-cross manner while two zippers connected the middle over his broad chest, and underneath that it appeared he wore a navy colored shirt. He also had navy blue pants of the same material and a dark brown belt wrapped around his lithe waist connected by a silver belt buckle, matching the symbol of his buttons and ring. Dark brown leather boots with matching gun holsters were buckled around his strong thighs and up towards his waist with the absence of any gun.
   She concluded he was a fighting type and wondered if they put him under the Warrior class: the Holy Knights that go out to hunt down demons and devils and send them back to hell. She was under that class but she preferred to be safely behind a desk reading out of one her books rather than fighting and hunting demons which she’d rather be far away from. She then gaped at the strange arm next to her again, mesmerized by its glowing and wicked appearance. It was of a deep red and blue color that glowed blue white at the fingers, top of his hand and palm and continued on down his arm in between the crevices with the blood color red flesh surrounding it. It was so strange and different, she had never met a human with such an arm and it definitely wasn't human; was it surgically put on him for fighting purposes?
   Nero once again noticed her staring and out of frustration asked in an agitated tone, "Is there something the matter?" as he looked at the strange woman who stood a couple of inches below him.
   Her gaze averted up to look at Nero's handsome blue eyes that were intently glaring at her. Feeling foolish she apologized and asked him about his arm and how he came to have it that way.
   Nero was put off by her question and wasn't expecting her to ask such a personal question as he unconsciously tried to hide it behind him, feeling unusually aware of his arm at that moment. Noticing how Nero reacted, she regretted asking the question realizing how rude it was and she didn't mean to make him uncomfortable.
   "Sorry… I didn't mean to come off strong and it was rude of me to ask such a question. Forget I ever asked." she said apologetically, sincerity in her voice as she waved her hand side to side as if the notion would make the question disappear from his thoughts.
   She left him alone when Kyrie and David returned to them, Kyrie giggling at a joke David had made between them. He handed Kyrie back to Nero and thanked him for letting him borrow her in a dance. Nero frowned at David without saying a word, something seemed to concern him, his thoughts wondering and he didn't seem to like being in the presence of David. Angelea picked that up too and decided that David and her should take their leave and leave the two new-comers alone for the night to enjoy themselves. She went to dance with David and tried to have a merry time, eating sweets and washing it down with raspberry champagne.
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   The night continued on late into the evening as the masquerade ball came to a close. People departed for their homes and Angelea was already feeling fatigued from the night’s event. She was exhausted and needed some rest in the comforts of her fluffy bed that she could have sworn was calling for her. David, Angelea, Nero, and Kyrie left the immensely large Gothic building that was clearly owned by the Order, towards their awaited home. Thankfully they had a luxury car to take them home and Angelea was grateful for the fact. Her feet hurt and were probably blistered and she was too tired to walk the seven something blocks home. They drove home in silence, everyone clearly tired, Nero wondered what time it was and what his new place of residence looked like.
   They finally arrived to the gates of the large residence, small lamp’s lit the path up the circular driveway and towards the entrance to the Victorian architecture with light peering through the tall windows. Two flaming torches lit the sides of the large stone drive-through archway with two wooden glass doors of the entryway that bore carved design of flowers and cherubim. They exited the car, David helping Angelea and Kyrie out gently in respect and then proceeded to open the entryway door and held it open for the three people who followed close behind him to enter in first.
   "You should find your things in your new living quarters." David mentioned quietly to Nero and Kyrie, once everyone was in he closed the door behind them.
   Nero and Kyrie looked at him and nodded in acknowledgment in silence and then inspected the surrounding area of the Victorian layout before them. The area in the entryway had elegant furniture displayed about with an angelic marble statue at the foot of the stairway, flanked by lilies and irises in long blue vases with a unique design upon them, and a dark wooden stand with old books and other decorative items laid about it. Some paintings hung on the side of the walls and pictures of people they assumed were in the Order over crimson, gold and cream colored decorative wallpaper and cherry wooden floors with colorful floral rugs laying neatly on it.
   Angelea was already going up towards the large rounded stairway, tripping every so often and cussing under her breath in frustration. She couldn't wait to get out of the dress and took back the notion of dressing like this everyday, regarding being in the Renaissance as a bad idea. David, Nero, and Kyrie followed suit as David helped her up the stairs towards her room. David gestured Kyrie's room down the hall to their right and the door would be on her left. He then pointed Nero's room which wasn't far from Angelea's room.
   "Welcome to O.P.S.C. and I hope you enjoy your stay here. Tomorrow I will assign you to your mentor and partner and will begin from there. Sleep well and see you two tomorrow bright and early. You too Angelea, no sleeping in." he finished with a tired grin at all three of them.
   Angelea waved a hand at him in reply as she opened the door, her face clearly showing disinterest to his remark from the lack of sleep. He just nodded then quietly walked away down the other hallway towards his room, unlocked the door, entered and closed it silently behind him to lock it again. All three of them just stood there gazing at one another silently, Kyrie clearly nervous yet tired as she quietly said "Good-night" to the two of them, blowing a kiss at Nero.
   Nero just nodded and answered back "Good-night" to her as well, a tired smile in reply. Angelea waved bye to her and returned the favor, her door opened to the dark room before her, some of the candles still burning but most of them burnt out. She looked at Nero and smiled nervously and said "Good-night" to him as well but he didn't answer as he quickly entered his room and closed the door behind him with a thud. A little disappointed by his action, she entered into her room as well and shut the door quietly behind her.
   She clumsily removed her dress, fighting with the tied ribbon behind her back once again and cussing all the while in frustration until she finally freed herself from the corset. She gently put it on a near-by chair and remembered to remove the pin that was given to her by Constantine. She then went on to remove her skirts and let them fall to the wooden floor, removed the underskirt wiring and bloomers near her skirt and slipped off the laced knee high socks and threw them on the floor as she was walking towards her bed naked.
   She was too exhausted to remove her make-up and didn't care. She would worry about it tomorrow… or later that day since it was almost three in the morning after looking at the bedside clock on the small wooden stand. She set the clock for eight A.M. and then pulled back the silk covers and entered into them, pulling them up so the edges covered her up to the neck.
   Her body relaxed as the events that had happened that day seemed to clear away from her mind. She would worry about it tomorrow after she would wake up, remembering the promise she had made of baking cookies for the mysterious man who had saved her from the monsters to Nero's peculiar arm and the honor received by Father Constantine for her hard work and perseverance in the Order. She had worked so hard to get accepted into it and she couldn't help but smile as she looked at the pendant still in her hand, rubbing her thumb on the winged cross. She hoped Father Constantine had forgotten her behavior; she had hoped David had as well, but she had a feeling that may not be the case, knowing him, he was likely to bring it up as soon as he saw her in the morning. She sighed, looking at the full moon outside through the tall window near her bed as she tried to forget the troubled thoughts of the matter, setting the pendant on the bed stand near the ticking clock. Content, she closed her eyes and tried to rest when sleep overtook her quickly, and she dreamt of the masked man who had rescued her from evil.
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