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As The Trumpets Sound	By : Laryna6 Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 4314 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I do not
own Devil May Cry.

This is Ch. 4, not Ch. 3. The real Ch.3, with the
non-graphic rape scene, is up on adultfanfiction . net. If you are reading this on ff .
net and want to read the whole thing, there is a link
to my aff . net account on my bio.

Nowadays we�re more
sane, but before it was often considered the woman�s fault if she got raped.

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She woke in that ornate bed, dressed, and when she
remembered she curled up, miserable, and no tears came. It felt like everything
was being drained away, even the core of terror and anger she had buried inside
in hopes it wouldn�t serve his purposes. She�d failed, she�d failed utterly,
and she�d� part of her had enjoyed it. She�d never felt so ashamed. It was all
her fault, the Antichrist (two of them) were going to
be born, and she would be their mother, and�

She knew suddenly she wasn�t alone, and pulled the blankets
up over her.

He walked almost silently over to the bed. She debated
running, but where could she run to? And there was no point, the worst had
already happened. She could feel concern radiating off him. Still trying to
deceive her when he�d shown his true colors? If he was really a good guy
(impossible), he would never have done� that.

She wanted him to go away so she could take a bath. She
wanted to scrub and scrub until her skin was raw, but she would never be clean
again. Would God forgive her? His mercy was infinite, right? Maybe she could
hold her head under water? Suicide was a sin, but martyrs had gone willingly to
death and they went to heaven. Killing the antichrist was a good thing� except
it had all been foretold and maybe she wasn�t supposed to mess up the divine
plan.

No, everything being foredoomed was heresy. Maybe the Book
was a warning? Plagues and� she had to prevent it if she could. She wished
she�d memorized that book instead of the psalms. Then she would have a better
idea of what would happen.

Was he lying when he said he would leave her alive? He must
be, the devil wouldn�t be so kind. Though he might
enjoy his whore being a nun, all unknowing. She couldn�t confess if she didn�t
know what had happened. Well, yes she could, but for something this big? She
wouldn�t be properly sorry if she didn�t understand the magnitude of what she
had done.

She sniffed, hands covering her face, and a hand touched her
back. Warm, and seemingly intended to soothe. Was she
feeling what he felt? No, he had to be tricking her. She stiffened instead of
trying to wriggle away. No point. God�
She stopped.

She was� dirty and forsaken. No, that was despair talking!
He must want her to despair!

�I wish it hadn�t been necessary. I� since you would not
forgive me no matter how much I� minimized it, I did
what was best for the world.�

There he was, trying to get her to believe he was good
again. Ha. �You enjoyed it.� Her voice should have been� courageous, there. Rejecting the devil and all his works like she had pledged to do.
Instead she just sounded tired and hateful.

�Yes. It�s been a long time since I fed enough.� Honesty, ha.

�You�re trying to make me forgive you. I never will. Never. You� you�� Loathing, for him and for herself, coiled
in her. Devil and his� whore. She gulped, face turning into the mattress and a
hand reaching down to touch her stomach, passing cuts on the way that hadn�t
healed, ridges of scars from the patterns in her flesh. She felt the one he had
used to make her� she shied from the thought, starting to breathe faster.

�I know,� he said softly, and his hand rubbed her back. �I
know I should feel more sorry. I�ve learned what is
right and wrong for humans, but I don�t feel it. Rape among our kind is
nothing.�

�Devils, evil incarnate.�

�If you were a devil, we would be mates now. My instincts
don�t understand why you haven�t submitted. My instincts want to take you again
until you realize that I am stronger and worship me properly. But� that is not
all I am.�

She shivered, fear and then it was gone. There was something
liberating to it. �You lie. You�re going to do it to me again.� And then she might
go mad. �Devil.�

She wondered if this was what going mad felt like. It might
be nice to go mad, to babble nonsense phrases and giggle. No, he wouldn�t let
her take refuge in that.

Her mind kept replaying what had happened. She dug her nails
into the palms of her hands, but it only reminded her of how the pain had been
twisted to feel good.

�I would give you my word, but I have no honor left.�

�You betrayed God. Of course you�ll betray me.� She was
nothing, now.

She couldn�t feel anything. Of course, too
soon. How soon until her belly swelled grossly, until her shame was
visible? She shook, again, silent sob, the only kind she could make. �I hate
you. I should resist it, but I do. Wrath.�

�I know you do. It�s� good. For the
children. I should be entirely happy you feel that way.� His hand moved
slightly. �You can hurt me, if you wish. If it would make you feel better.�

She had a flashback to when he had told her to run. This
wouldn�t make any difference either. She shouldn�t be tempted to enjoy
another�s pain. She should hurt herself, for penance, but she knew he wouldn�t
let her. And would anything but her death be penance enough? Only
if she took them with her.

Her� her children. She wanted to
murder her children. They were the symbol of how she was so unclean, beyond
redemption, symbols of her shame. They would help end the world.

Still. She wanted to kill children.

Oh, God.

�Eva?� he asked, cautiously, at her silence.

�Don�t say my name!� How had he even learned it? �Go away!� She
shook, rage and fear and� She wanted to be forgotten here. She wanted to be
nothing. She wasn�t herself anymore. Eva Michelson had been good. She was� less
than nothing.

Devil�s whore.

What had she done to deserve this? The
magic in her. She wished she could tear it out and maybe kill herself in
the process. Purgatory would hurt, but at least it would be a cleansing pain,
and she�d get to see God again. Hell was to be without God�s presence. She was
in hell.

�I will not go away,� he told her. �There is� nothing I can
do here. But still I will stay, so at least you will not be alone.�

�I�d rather be alone!� He reminded her of everything he had
done. How could he think he could make her feel better? Did he think she would
collapse in his arms and cry? She couldn�t cry. �Get thee behind me, Satan.�

His hand, which had been petting her back stilled. �Eva��

�Don�t call me that. Go away.� The moment of emotion had
exhausted her, it felt like. All pouring down the drain.
She closed her eyes and sighed.

He pushed back the blankets, almost gently, and she froze in
panic. Was he? Not again! She whimpered quietly and screwed her eyes shut,
shivering now.

�I don�t know why I�m doing this,� he said quietly. �I� I
should go. But� but.� He half picked her up, turning her around and laying her
head on his lap. She froze. Was he expecting her to� not even under torture!
She tried to get up, away, but found she couldn�t move, all her muscles
relaxing against her will.

His hand stroked her hair, her one vanity, long and gold.
She cursed her beauty before she remembered it had nothing to do with this,
right?

�He felt a little
lost, just like her, and she steeled herself against sympathizing with the lie.
He was beautiful, she�d noticed that before, just like
you�d expect the devil to be. Rich fabric, soft fabric,
vanity. Hands that were really talons that could crush
her. She shivered.

�I considered� making you love me. But that would have been
a lie. You will stay yourself, even though I wish you did not hate me. This is�
not for my comfort. You suffering is not the only pain
I should be fostering. This� will make them strong. It�s necessary. I wish it
wasn�t. But��

�Get your hands off me.�

�I should. But I won�t. This� makes me feel a little better,
and at least it relaxes your body.�

Traitor body, impure flesh that responded
to his gentle touches and kind, sad tone of voice. Was this another
spell? She felt so tired, she wouldn�t be able to resist.

She was feeling warm now, that had to be a spell. But it
felt like a balm, and she couldn�t turn away. �It�s all my
fault,� he told her. �Well, Mundus� fault, truly� do not blame yourself. You
were merely� born in the wrong time.� He sighed. �You are strong.�

No, she was weak, and she�d almost never felt that so
keenly. The devil was seductive, and she was tired. She felt herself falling
asleep� no! Not in his arms, not� like they were man and wife! He had
dishonored her! He was evil incarnate! She would�

Spring up, almost feeling chains connection her to the bed tear, and swipe at his face, hissing like a cat. She wanted
to hurt him, hurt something, she felt it boiling over. Tears ran down her
cheeks and she tackled him, both falling to the floor. She kneed him in the
groin like she�d been told to do, poked his eyes and
felt them squish, clawed at his face since most of him was hidden and protected
by the thick clothing. She felt the gold skull poke into her stomach, and hoped
against hope it would cause damage, crush the delicate things.

But he didn�t stay wounded, and she screamed in rage,
wanting him to have outer marks as she did, wanting him to not be so beautiful,
ugly outside as ugly inside, soulless monster that had taken her innocence so
brutally.

She beat her fists against his chest, knowing she couldn�t
do any damage but wanting to reach his heart to claw it out, even though he was
heartless.

He barely felt any pain, brief flashes. What she felt from
him was peace, his willingness to let her do this, wanting to give her some�
penance? What did the devil know of penance?

Was this a trick? She couldn�t think of anything more
calculated to make her stop. But it was hard, as she calmed down, to tear at
his throat and see red blood. It made her sick, and she wondered what she was
becoming.

As he hurt, it drained away, and perhaps it was because his
pain was filling the gap she felt her own feelings stay, and she gulped and
sobbed, feeling her eyes grow moist, and the relief was almost palpable.

She could almost bless him for it.

She wondered about trying to claw it off, but that would require� touching and looking at it. She shuddered, remembering and at
least she hadn�t seen it, then.

�Why?� She sobbed aloud. �Why?�

�It had to be, had to be you. I�m sorry. Almost two thousand
years without� and the last of my honor is gone.� He bowed his head, chin
touching the top of hers.

�Liar. Killing all those people�
even if they�re sinners� I�m going to� and�� She shuddered and sobbed against
him, taking a perverse delight in getting his clothes wet. They would dry, but
the only damage she could do was temporary damage. At least it was something.

She felt remorse, but disregarded it. Satisfaction,
from him. Had he orchestrated this whole thing so she could cry?

She shouldn�t feel grateful. She lashed out, on occasion,
but eventually she was too tired to move and she felt the sobs peter out.

She felt at least a little cleaner.

She would never be clean again.
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