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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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She was drinking blood. Again.

She�d feel so cold, so empty, the presences inside her
taking it all, all her fear, self-hate, hate of him, pain, remembered
happiness, but before she went catatonic he�d make her drink, and God help her
but she�d do it, just to feel anything.

The blood nourished the children, and it carried emotion
better than just� through this link they now had. She abhorred the idea of
being linked to him by the children.

They were sleepy little things� so innocent. She remembered
being that innocent. They made her think of kittens with their eyes still
closed. They loved her, and him, and trusted with all their little hearts and
souls. Souls? But they were half-human. Maybe she
could�

He stroked her hair while she fed, the other hand holding
the blade of his sword. It hurt him, the pain fed the children. Along with his
regret and his� he cared for her. Or at least he made it seem like he did. He
fed her, both this way and with food, made sure she� but she was just a mare in
foal, valuable property. Mother of his children.

Sorrow, his and hers flowed through her, and she had to
remind herself it was all a trick, all a lie. He had� actions spoke louder than
words, louder than thoughts, and he had raped her. That was the ultimate proof
of what she knew him to be.

He gently tugged her away, and the wound healed instantly.
She shamefully licked the blood off her lips, turning away until she was as
clean as she would ever be again.

�Are you all right now?� he asked, looking into her eyes.

�No.� She glared.

He only smiled. �Your spirit is back, at least. You�re very
strong. I hope your children will share that strength.� He reached out, but now
she wasn�t hypnotized by what flowed through her she pulled back, out of reach,
standing up and walking across the room.

She put her hand on her stomach and could feel little
flutters. How long had it been? She had lost count of the days some time ago. If devil children grew like normal children.

�So I am dismissed?� Surface cheerfulness.

�Yes,� she replied, not looking at him as she walked over to
the table and took a peach. �I�ll eat and bathe on my own now. You don�t have
to nursemaid me.�

He stood and came up behind her. She stiffened, not wanting
to respond. He laid a hand on her shoulder. �Despite who you think I am, you
aren�t paralyzed with fear. You still look for a way to save the world, though
your efforts are misguided. You are brave, and
intelligent for a human. I do respect you.�

�You don�t rape
people you respect. And you hate humans,� she answered through gritted teeth.
�We can go to the heaven that you denied yourself.�

�I am stuck here on earth� weak as I am I would be killed
there, and before if I had returned� no one would have let a traitor become
Emperor.�

�Quit saying you�re Sparda.�

�But it is the truth.�

�You�re lying.�

�When have I lied to you?�

�About everything, Satan.�

He sighed, and turned her around. Regret, on his
too-handsome face. �I wish��

�I�m not going to be tricked.�

�Your resistance is� enthralling. Another devil, as you call
us, would have submitted right after defeat. You have no chance, and yet you
fight on. I� salute your will.� He bowed slightly, eyes hidden from her for a
moment.

�Flattery will get you nowhere.� She turned her face away.

�I wish there was some way to prove to you� but you have no
reason to believe me.�

�I have every reason to hate you.� Now the babies were full
she could feel her own hate again. Her resistance was pitiful.

�Yes.�

�Now go away. I�ll be fine for a few hours,
you don�t need to take care of me.�

�Just� think, for one minute. What if I were telling the
truth?� He took her chin so she had to look at him.

She glared instead of lowering her eyes to avoid meeting
his. �Then the Sparda the world reveres is a rapist.�

�Several times over. I was� not
kind, before I saw the light,� he agreed. �And even after, I killed the
priestess. The seal needed a death, she tried to make
it mine. My death would have strengthened the seal, true. As it is, the seal
took most of my power. And so I am dying, spilt in two.�

�Even if you were telling the truth, you said you would die
within ten or so years. And Mundus is going to come after your kids. You�re
going to have them, have my children��

�Your children?�

�They�re in my body. Have my children be orphaned and alone,
with the devil himself trying to kill them. That�s� really not any better.� She
wrenched herself out of his grasp, stepped around him to the table, and picked
up a piece of bread to butter it, though she craved meat.

He put his hand on the back of her neck, and she put down
bread and knife (dull knife), hung her head, and sighed. �I wish I could
believe you. There? Are you happy? I wish the lie was real. I wish I could
believe you weren�t evil. Because you act and feel so kind, and
you�re seductive and beautiful and� but you�re the devil, and even though I�m
probably already damned I�m not going to give in and worship you like a witch.
Not after everything you�ve done to me.�

�I wish I had lied,� he told her. �I wish there had been
time to lie. I could have swept you off your feet, we would have married, and
you would have never known I was inhuman until I had made you love me. I could
have used a spell to make sure� But� I�m not human
enough to lie like that. I wanted you to know� but� this is war, Eva.�

�Don�t say my name. Of course you lie, you�re the devil.�

�Humans lie, Eva. Devils don�t need to when humans lie so
well to themselves. Mundus let them think he would give them what they wanted,
and they built the tower themselves.�

�And I�m not going to be another filthy devil-worshipper.�
Even though it would be so easy to give him, let him touch her, whisper in her
ear� he was with her all the time, she never had a chance to think or pray, and
then there were the children�

She�d stopped praying. What she should pray for was for the
children to die, and she couldn�t believe God would grant that. They were
children, and God loved children. They were� they could be saved? Even though
she was probably already lost?

Traitor body, traitor heart that wanted
him. She was always aware of him when she was around him, and the
dreams� she knew spells by now. She wished they were spell-caused.

She wished.

He laughed, and the sound was beautiful. �You keep very
clean. And if you worshipped� enough idolize the Legendary Dark Knight Sparda.
If you were one more it would ease my inconvenient conscience, but I would
not��

�Don�t you dare
say you love me.� Now, now she vibrated with rage.

He froze. �I will not, then.� He bowed his head, submitting,
and it just made it worse.

�I will never say
I love you either. Those words will not pass my lips.� With an act of will, she
picked up the bread and knife again.

He stayed, sitting down as she filled a plate from the
buffet that never seemed to spoil. Sometimes he would bring delicacies for her,
a parody of romantic dinners. The lights here dimmed and brightened,
the closest thing to days and nights.

She was hungry all the time, she ached all over from the
devil�s blood that came from them and mixed with hers. She was� unholy blood in
her veins, but the crucifix she still wore didn�t burn. Had he desecrated it
somehow? But it had never left her� he could have taken it while she slept.

He was watching her, poker faced. Just to make sure she
didn�t try anything with the too-dull (she�d tried) knife? She wished it was
only that.

He got up and took a slice of the chocolate cake, eating it
delicately, still glancing at her.

The more she saw him like this the harder it was to
reconcile his� odd, but human (no, angelic) visage with his devil form. The
harder it was to reconcile this kind man (guardian angel) who took care of her
while she was sick (and it was his fault she was sick like this), with the
devil who had raped her. But he�d tormented her in human form as well.

The Lightbringer, Morning Star had
been the most beautiful. The legends said nothing about Sparda being handsome.

Though there had been that movie, he had been handsome in
it. The movie had taken the fairytale version the Protestants taught (they
didn�t have saints, so no Saint Sparda), and she�d known it was false because
all magic came from the devil, so how could a pagan priestess have used the
devil�s magic to seal away the devil?

She had magic, she could feel it. She could feel it help
feed the babies, protect her, like it had fought against his spells. Not enough
to help.

�Would you be willing to call me Lucian? It is what humans
who don�t know I am Sparda call me,� he offered out of the blue.

�Why not just Lucifer? But okay.�
She was tired now, and didn�t want him to try to wear her down anymore.

He smiled, made momentarily happy by the victory, and she
wasn�t sure if she regretted her decision to give in or not. She should
probably fight over even the little things, only she was just� tired. It had
been months, she knew. Everyone must think she was dead.

Their worst nightmares, that she�d been raped and left to
die in a ditch, didn�t measure up to the reality. What would they think when
she suddenly returned home with no memories of what had happened?

There she was acting as though he had told the truth about
letting her go as soon as the children were born.

But� if she had even a chance to redeem the children� her
hand drifted down to touch the bulge. Would he let her stay?

Maybe if she pretended that she believed him, wanted to help
him, she would have a chance to teach them right from wrong?

She sighed. �I might as well just call you Sparda.�

And he smiled, and he was even more beautiful than he always
was. She glared. �I still hate you. If you are Sparda� how could you reject God
again after seeing the Son?� He�d be
suspicious if she caved too easily.

Or should she stay honest, reject him? Tricking him was a
lie, was too close to the ends justifying the means. But her soul was already
black, and she had horrible visions of the end times.

Anything to stop that.

And if he was telling the truth� she shouldn�t even consider
that. But� if it wasn�t all lies, then she hadn�t caught him in a lie. What if
he was trying to avert the
Apocalypse? Maybe he hadn�t felt like he deserved to have a human soul and go
to heaven after rebelling with Satan?

She wanted to believe him, she knew. Even though he had� she
had to hold on to that memory, as much as it pained her to think about it. She
felt so ashamed, doubly so because she had enjoyed it, partly. He had made
certain of it, manipulating her body.

He had used her, was using her, even if he was telling the
truth. And he had enjoyed it. He was a devil, at least
he didn�t deny that.
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