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Dante's personal Hell	By : BluewolfEthan Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 2409 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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(I like this morning
babbling so it stays): i just finished writing, its 7
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WARNINGS: unwilling; violence! suicidal themes in majority. [NO DEATH WARNING!] But
if your read up to here � then this mental sado-mazo
is what we freaks enjoy! Yay!
I DO promise the fluff
after, though�
There is a lot of colouring like bold and italics:
'speech' + important so
read) = 'important speech'
"thoughts"
"Thoughts that are too long to italic"
So watch out for double
quotes! On with it!
Kumoriko� thanks for staying with the fic! @->-
Aerys Krystie,
you hate het that badly 0_0 sorry! I had to introduce it for contrast. and to show that originally dante
was straight� and all that, y�know. And for better yaoi laters) and no, here is good
news � no such awful things in later chaps so we are back to the previous ones)
hurrays! So welcome to the fic
and I hope you stay tuned! Don�t be afraid of what is in this chap cause im a good girl� (the reader-became-author kinda author) so im gonna mend everything I break)
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Chap 05
The rest is silence.
Vergil woke up, jaded, into
the dance of black and white spots. Somebody's hands were slowly bandaging his
arm, and there was an ointment on the cloth, a pleasant chilling substance that
stuck to his broken body and relieved the tension.
'� not
here yet. I hope
you are up soon,' a feminine voice spoke, 'I don't feel like undressing the
former Dark Knight all by myself and without permission. Seems like a
life-endangering activity to me. But, if you still
need time for your recollections of the past, I might need to do it while you
rest. You see, Dante left this medicine to lessen the pain that you agreed for,
so I need to cover your whole body in it. Right now you have some of Dante's
blood in you, so the pain will return in full only in an hour. Maybe it would
be better it you woke up now, when you could be coherent. By the way, I wonder
where that jester is.
But we are better off not
knowing. I remember he often said that sex was his panacea. Good Lord, I send
you my thanks for he is not into all that debauchery in Devil Never Cry. Spare
me the dread of seeing that.
Hey� are you awake?' She
was smiling, he could hear it. 'It's time to get up, Vergil, dear.'
"Mother!" He shuddered. There was no
mistaking this loving voice, these caring fingers. She came to wake him�but
hadn't she been� killed?
Then, in the Demon World,
on the surface of the lake of blood there were only the circles that his steps
left behind. The sky was dark and only ruins around him. Deceiving
calm.
The black blots of demons
tore the severe harmony, Vergil bared Yamato, and the smooth surface of the
lake exploded in bloody fireworks.
Time passed. He was tired
and wounded. No matter how skillful and strong he was the demons crept from
behind the broken columns and walls, the innumerable horde.
'Vergil,' the voice
said.
He turned, almost stumbling
down, strength flowing from him in wide black streams, and there she was. Long straight hair the colour of honey,
light on her cheeks, happy smile on her lips.
"Mother,"
he almost breathed out, shaken to the core.
She turned her back on him.
A feral grin distorted her tender lips for a second, then her features became
stone-cold.
The blades and claws ripped
through Vergil; he absently noticed that whole pieces were torn from his body, a rib cracked and was pulled out.
"She was here, she
is here! She was not killed that day, she still waited for me here, to come and
help her. Please, let me touch her, one more time! Let me hold her hand!"
Vergil held out his hand, but fell, his legs not able to support him anymore. "Mother�
please, look back at me! It's me, I am here! Please, look back! Mother!.."
But she started to walk
away and very soon disappeared into the white milky fog, leaving the pale
bloody body under the black sky. In the ruins, he lay there in rugs, dying, icy
blue eyes wide open, crystal tears rolling down his cheeks and his dry lips
trembling as if still begging for her to look back.
Everything faded, nothing
left � no family, no friends, only a shadow of a person with light blue eyes
and snow-white hair, the person to be wiped off the face of the earth. Who was
that with the features so much like his own?
He was the Dark Knight. He
was the only one. And among numerous pawns of his Master, there was a tall
woman clad in black. She was a doll created to lure one person into a trap. But
she had the light hair that so reminded him of the sun that shone when he was a
child, her eyes were kind and her lips always wore a
gentle smile. So like those lips that called him in the morning.
"It's time to get
up, Vergil, dear."
Morbidly strong fingers
shut on Trish's throat in a tenacious grip, cutting off the oxygen. Her hands
let go of the bandages and she desperately clutched at the emaciated wrists,
trying to pry off the stifling hands. Vergil's eyes shot open, red glowing orbs
of liquid hatred, as he strangled her with an inhuman dedication.
Everything around Vergil
was not blurred anymore. In semi-darkness that was coloured
grey and blue by the light from the window, he saw the thin shining strings �
the shapes of the walls, the furniture, the books and the boxes. So clear yet
so ephemeral, built of this web of light. And in front of him was this
beautiful face, so familiar yet so ugly in its fake-ness.
The body in his hands was much brighter than every other object in the room,
the same brightness his own hand had; which meant only one thing. It was truly
a demon in front of him.
'It was you, you abominable
thing!' Vergil hissed and slipped from the bed, leaving the blanket on the
floor and pushing Trish down. She opened and closed her mouth like a fish on
the shore, tears of shock and panic in her eyes. 'It was because of you that I
was forced to use my sword under Mundus. It was you
who gave me the false hope, you confused me and
manipulated me. You were the source of my only defeat! You lowly worm, you
stole her sacred features! Now, I will put you back into your place!'
On the verge of losing
consciousness Trish somehow got hold of a heavy cast iron object. She
immediately grabbed it and swayed her hand. The medieval silvered candlestick
struck Vergil right on the temple. He howled, low and angry, and let her go.
Trish fell to the floor in
the heap of books and small boxes that she toppled down. She gasped, choked on
air and, disoriented, tried to get up.
"What does he mean?
What the hell is going on? Is he not himself?" Trish lifted her eyes
to look at Vergil and: "Run. I need to run."
Vergil rubbed the blood
from his face and threw his head back, his short white locks opening his eyes,
in which the liquid hatred froze into the glittering bloody rubies. Vergil's
features froze as well, a mask of indifference and loathing. The air around him
cracked with electricity and might.
Before Trish could stand up
he intertwined his fingers with her hair swiftly, coiled her strands around his
hand several times and lugged her out of the room. His stride even and
resolute, Vergil passed the corridor dragging behind him a wriggling, coughing
body.
Trish hardly understood
what was going on, she was too scared and shocked. Her weakened hands tried to
pull at Vergil's clothes, but Dante's shirt was open, it just ripped and slid
from his shoulders. The bandages entangled with Trish's hands.
Vergil quickly ran down the
stairs and into the lobby of Devil Never Cry. Trish trailed along, painfully
bumping on every stair; broke several ribs, split her cheekbone, broke her leg,
bruised half of her body. He finally threw her against the wall, she hit it
with her back, coughing out blood and fell on the floor in a mess.
Vergil threw the shreds of
the shirt away.
'A
heartless dirt like you will never understand,' he spoke, his voice
dangerously even and calm, 'what you made me feel like. For your sins, you will
suffer.'
He gracefully snatched the
set of ancient daggers that was on the wall and came up to the groaning demon
on the floor. His fingers on her throat again, Vergil lifted Trish, holding her
firmly against the wall. The temptation to just squeeze and let those
cartilages break was almost too much.
With a couple of precise
stabs she hung on the wall, daggers in her wrists and shoulders. Trish roared.
'You beast!' she spit blood
at him.
'Oh. Is that so. But you wouldn't know what the difference between a
human and a beast is, would you,' Vergil wiped his cheek gracefully with the
back of his bandaged hand.
'Oh, believe me,' panting,
Trish raised her head and glared at him. 'I know better than you ever will. He
taught me.'
'Really?' intrigued, Vergil
sat on the billiard table and crossed his legs. He observed attentively how his
victim was bleeding. To death, perhaps. 'Who was that
mysterious he?'
'Your brother,' Trish threw
at him.
'That fool who is just a
mistake of nature that robbed me of the power that was rightfully mine � is
nothing!'
'Wrong, Vergil,' she was
angry. Very, very angry. Trish could survive some
beating; hell, she was used to it. But she was definitely not the one to allow
Dante being badmouthed. Not even by his own brother. Especially not by him.
"I guess, this is a chance for me to pay for his kindness and for
saving me from Mundus."
'It is your brother who
saves everyone. It is him who comes to people's rescue when there is no hope.'
'He is just an idiot who
does not know life.'
'He happens to be the idiot
who is stronger than you anyway!'
'Silence,
bitch!' Vergil
jerked and started pacing in front of Trish.
'What? Maybe it's time for
remorse to eat you from inside out?' Trish laughed, wincing at her wounds.
'What remorse?' Vergil
snickered. He stopped and turned to Trish, his face like a mask, beautiful in
its features and terrifying in its grave lifelessness. 'Nonsense!
That brat took everything from me. He poisoned my life,
my existence itself was cursed by every minute of him breathing.'
I was laughed at by him
every single day; every day of growing up, of learning � it was his game.'
Vergil's mask was breaking down, an icy fury rising fast. 'He played a fool,
knowing that however I try, he will still be superior. What I needed
years to master, he took for granted the moment he saw it. He envied me
for being better. Poor liar! I did see his potential. Everyone saw it! And they
feared him, worshiped him, loved him!
He stepped in my way every
time I had a chance to become more powerful. He stepped in my way every
time...'
'Stop
being delirious!'
Trish shouted, interrupting Vergil. 'Listen to yourself! Are you saying that
this idiot who doesn't know better than junk food, wild sex and pizza; this
drunkard who can't cook properly or look after himself; are you saying he is
better than you are? You are fuckin' crazy about
him!'
'Then why is it that every
time,' Vergil's trembling hand took Trish's face, he leaned in, his cold
features dangerously close and hissed: 'why is that every time I have a plan in
mind, he is there to ruin it? Why is it, that it's him who gets all the devil
arms and devices? Why is it, that only he is the one
that the demons fear? Why is it, ironically, that he says he has no interest in
claiming his heritage? Why is it, that it was him who
claimed he had no father, who denied his family? Why is it,
that it was him, who put up easily with our mother's death? Why is it, that he can still smile, after all that
happened?
He is the rot in the family that
mocks all that is sacred to me! He is the jester who laughed at my father
and my mother, when they were near him. He is the jester that laughs at
them now, when they are gone, he is the shame, the eternal disgrace, the
stain that I will wash away with his blood!'
Trish was looking Vergil in
the eye, her whole body shaking in rage, lips unable to find words, teary eyes
full of disdain.
'You,' she whispered, out
of breath, 'you are just a clever cunning spoilt brat who gets pissed when
things don't turn up the way he wants. I would have kicked you and hit you
until you lost consciousness, for days, because the rational words would not
make it into your stubborn head. I would have burned you alive in the depth of
Hell, you ungrateful selfish bastard!
You are so, so full of
yourself.'
'What do you know, you
artificial doll,' Vergil spat at Trish.
'I know much more than you
will ever be able to figure out. You are deaf in your self-worshiping, blind in
your crusade for power and the only words you know are the words of hate. But I
will tell you what I know � for his sake!
Did you know that he tried
to kill himself in desperate mourning over you, fucker? Have you ever come to
the empty house to find him sitting in just jeans in a bathtub full of his own
blood, his wrists slit and bleeding in long red ribbons, a cigarette in his purplish
lips that carry an empty smile? Have you seen his hollow stare, when he sits
for hours without moving, looking into the window but seeing nothing? Have you
seen him lying in the middle of this bloody lobby, veins in dots from
injections and a mask of calm on his face put there by drugs? Have you seen him
drown himself in alcohol until he felt sick and lying after that under the
toilet sink, crying, because "it was his fault, he killed his last family,
could not save his brother"? Have you seen that?
And do you know the reason?
The reason is you! You, self-centered fucker, who seeks power and who
hates him for some illusory reasons that are not true! He twice thought he
killed you. The first time, when you fell into the Underworld, he was broken.
The second time, after facing you as the Dark Knight, I didn't think he would
ever stand up from the bathroom floor. He wiped that floor with himself and
dragged himself through the mud.
Even
though it is stupid � this mourning and self-beating he did � this is still
much more than you ever did or ever will be able to do for him!'
In a flash Vergil let go of
Trish's face and swiped her with the back of his hand with all he got. There
was a crack and her cheek hit the wall, then her hair fell down, shadowing her
face and the blood dripping from the corners of her eyes. Her head fell down,
helpless, her spine broken.
Vergil stood very still in
the silence of the lobby. The bright body painted before him with the web of
light dimmed, now dead.
'Is that� true?' he asked
the void, his voice coarse, and it was silent again.
A spark of pain reminded
Vergil that he was alive. He slowly turned around and went upstairs. The vial
with the ointment and the bandages were lying on the floor in a mess. He sat on
the bed.
Vergil's hands were
confident when he started bandaging his own body again, but they were trembling
anyway. He felt slapped in the face. It was one thing, if that demon decided to
lie to him in order to break him. But� he believed what those damned lips told
him, and it scared him like nothing ever had.
Scared him so, that he
almost lost control of his body; scared him so, that cold sweat was slowly
rolling down his temple; scared him so, that he felt bitterness and void
inside. Scared him so, that he felt like he had never felt before.
He felt guilty. And in
itself, it scared him the most.
...
Very soon the pain struck
him at full force and Vergil was sitting on the bed, tired, looking at the open
wardrobe. The things around him became extremely edgy and clear after the pain returned, they even got some vague colour.
So now Vergil was trying desperately to see, whether that shirt in the corner
was blue or grey. He should have stood up to check, but it hurt to move, so he
stayed frozen.
That Dante person who
should help him had not yet returned. Vergil sighed. That demon woman
considered it strange, so he should probably go look for him. Vergil lazily
took the shirt and put it on over his bandaged shoulders and back. The electric
shocks shot through him with each move, but it was all nothing compared to what
he had to take in the Underworld, so he languidly buttoned himself up savouring the feeling of constant pain. Oh, the shirt
turned out to be navy blue.
The white tie was tugged
from the mess that was Dante's wardrobe, and Vergil slipped the jacket on.
Looking into the mirror was�confusing. Well, he looked perfect in this black
suit, on that account he had nothing to say. But Vergil had bandaged his whole
body, the sharp features of his face swathed in wide white bands, leaving only
the fiery eyes, now crimson after seeing the blood.
'Mirror, mirror on the
wall, who's the fairest of them all?' smirked Vergil and went downstairs to
call Lady.
The old-fashioned telephone
on that Dante's desk was a nice item. Instead of a plain black one that Dante
smashed by accident there was the ruby and silver antique. Where did that man
find money for things like that, if he did not have enough to buy food?
Luckily, there was a list
of 'call in case of shit' phone numbers that had Lady's mobile in it. Vergil dialled and leaned into the chair where the devil hunter
usually would sit. It was the man's working place, after all, and it even made
Vergil feel more like him � more human.
'Hello there,' Lady said.
'Who's that?'
'I need your assistance,'
he stated peremptorily.
'Dante?'
'No. Vergil.'
'Oh!' there was some noise,
it seemed Lady lost hold of the cell and it fell down. 'What do you want? I am
neither your friend nor your servant, so no guarantees that I'll help.'
'That person did not get to
the agency. Not yet. Is it possible that he got in trouble?'
'Dante the idiot hasn't yet
shown up at Devil Never Cry? It seems like the rumours
were true in the end and he was kidnapped. Yeah, but I am not gonna help him. It's his own
problems.'
'It might not be as you
assume. Most probably he was kidnapped because of me.'
'In that case, rather, instead
of you,' Lady laughed. Then, realizing her mistake, she added: 'You look very
alike.'
'Do we now?'
'More than you will ever
imagine. And what do you intend to do, I wonder?'
'Go get him,' Vergil
answered plainly.
'What? Are you crazy? Can
you even walk yet? Don't even think about it. Moreover, I wouldn't trust you
with Dante anyway. I remember all too well what happened at the Temen-Ni-Gru tower, so you with your messed up mind are in
no condition to interfere. Send Trish to help him.'
'You see, that is one of
the problems. She seems to have wandered somewhere to take care of her own
business and I believe she won't be back any time soon.'
'Oh bother,' frowned Lady.
'Wait for me, then, I'll see what I can do.'
'No, I won't.'
'What the hell?' Lady
looked at the cell phone as if this piece of black metal could really transfer
her dumbfounded face to the cause of her astonishment.
'Listen you, impudent girl;
I bear with you only because you seem to have a relation to that Dante person.
Honestly, I do not care for you at all. I wouldn't mind disposing of you, since
you tend to try to order me about but right now I need to get Dante back � and
this goes above all. So right now shut that blabbing mouth of yours and tell me
two things: where do I find a sword and where do I find Dante?'
'You
fiend! You truly
are a heartless demon! But,' Lady smirked. 'I wouldn't mind letting you loose
on whoever got Dante. Look for a sword in Dante's room; I am sure he has quite
a collection of devil arms. And wait for me in front of the agency in three
hours. I will find out what that joker got himself
into and take you to where he is.'
'Don't be late,' Vergil
hung up.
'Just who does he think he
is?' Lady put her purple glasses on, the engine of the motorcycle roaring, and
hurried to the city center. Enzo had some serious
explaining to do.
Rummaging through Dante's
room, Vergil looked under the bed. There was a dark case, and something was
shining inside it so brightly, that he could see without opening it. Intrigued,
he took it out fast and threw the case on the bed, tearing the cord off. Inside
lay the moon-silver blade in the dark blue sheath, the
white leather plaited around the handle.
'So it was him,' laughed
Vergil, baring the blade with one smooth motion, his soul longing for the sword
he missed so. 'The reliable person I sent you to, it was Dante after
all.'
Vergil went to the lobby,
throwing the jacket onto Dante's desk, not even noticing the bloody body on the
wall. In the next three hours he wanted to remember the feel of Yamato. The
thin steel sliced through the air, too fast, too sharp - just as it was
supposed to be. Vergil smirked, satisfied.
...
'Wake up, Dante,' the voice
taunted.
'Shuddup
Verge, I wanna stay in for another five minutes,'
Dante murmured, ignoring the voice.
'Come on, sugar,' Nevan laughed.
'What the..?' Dante sat up
abruptly to find himself chained to the wall in a cell someplace underground.
It was cold, and behind the bars, across from the devil hunter there was Nevan, sitting on a Victorian style silk-upholstered chair.
Her hands played with his phone.
'What the heck?' Dante's
head was all hazy. Nevan smiled, and he noticed to
his amazement, that she wore jeans and a black sweater. 'First, you look
totally out of place, Nevan, with that chair of
yours. Second, why are you so dressed? I mean, why are you dressed so?
Third, give my phone back and let me the fuck outta
here! What is going on?'
'I sold you out, devil
boy,' the demon replied, leaning onto the back of the chair, her slender
fingers on the exquisitely carved arms of that old piece of furniture. 'To stay alive. You should thank me, by the way. I told them
I had my personal score to settle with you, so you were not beaten to death
yet. As to my appearances, I just did not feel like being exposed. You
definitely made an impression there, Dante. And I can't let you out, I just do not want to die so quickly. You see, there
are some powerful demons out there who need you, so who am I, a weak woman, to
stand in their way.'
'Why the bloody fuck not?'
'Dante,' Nevan snickered, 'I am not as almighty as you. And I value
my life enough to know what trouble is not to be troubled.'
'Okay.' The devil hunter
looked around, trying to think what he was supposed to do now. His hands in
shackles were chained to the wall, the lead ring practically fused into the
wall with runes on the stones. The chain was rather short, about half a meter.
The bars that separated Dante from Nevan were thick
and close to one another. Well, maybe�
'You cannot devil trigger
here,' Nevan told him as he tried to; Dante felt
something blast inside of him and spat blood on the floor, coughing. 'The whole
mansion is infused with demonic power that surpasses our abilities.'
'So it's a mansion,' Dante
grinned.
'You gain nothing from
knowing where you are as you won't be able to flee no matter what.'
'But if you could give me
that thing in your hand, I might call for some ghost-busters, and I would even
overlook your misbehavior.'
'Nah, tough luck Dante, I
won't risk my life for such an impolite vulgar bitch like you.'
'Look who's talking. Just
throw the cell phone where it belongs � into the cell.'
'Un-uh.'
'Fuck you.'
'What, right here right
now?'
'Hell no,' the devil hunter
laughed.
'But Dante, listen, they
won't wait forever; when they come, prepare yourself.'
'Alright, alright I get the
idea. But what am I to do for now?'
'Enjoy my company?'
'Okay, entertain me.'
'Nope, you humour me. Tell me, what were you saying about your
brother?'
'So that you could give
information to those bastards who trapped me, whoever they are? No freaking
way.'
'No, I do what they want me
to do, but not with my mouth.'
'Oh, I see. Still some very expensive bitch, aincha.
Then, Vergil. How about you tell me how you got to
know him first.'
'I told you already. He
despises masturbating, considers it beneath his dignity, so he came to me when
the tension became unbearable. That is all. He was always silent. Even as he
came, he never said anything. So I had no idea what he was thinking. I could
only tell from his movements whether he was angry or calm or annoyed� just the
general impression, though. I am not of big help here, sugar. '
'I know what you're talking
about, I also can tell from his movements what he
feels like. What?' Nevan was looking at him with a
strange unbelieving grimace on her face. 'I fight him a lot, you know!'
'Oh, you were talking about
that.'
'What did you think of?'
'Sex?'
'Gimme
a break, Nevan, he is my brother who hates me from
the bottom of his heart, who considers my presence detestable and you speak
about sex? Come on.'
'Hates? Did you do
something?' The second her full red lips mouthed the question Nevan regretted asking. In an instant Dante's face fell, he
looked like he suddenly was much older; he hid his eyes behind white locks and
his trembling lips were cut up by an empty smile. The smile was wavering, as if
ready to drop and reveal some bare nerves.
'I guess I did,' Dante
spoke quietly. 'Why else? But, you know, sometimes I wonder if he hates me for
ever being born.'
'Who are you? Where is
Dante?' Nevan nervously waved a hand at him. 'Hello
there, operator, connect me to that arrogant never caring for consequences
crazy jester Dante!'
'Nevan,
I am here. Cut the crap. Can't I sometimes not push myself?
It's true I fuck the consequences, I like partying and loud music and I think I
am kinda carefree. But you know, when you suddenly
learn that the person who is your only family wants you to die, for real,
it is quite a lot to deal with! Hell, I was into drugs and booze for a couple
of months, and now when I try to understand things and maybe somehow try to fix
this dysfunctional family of mine � you tell me to go all merry as a cricket?
You know what? I say, go die!'
'Uh.' "This got
rather awkward" 'Change topic?'
'Good idea.'
'So, do you have a
girlfriend?'
'Do I look like a person
who has time for that? I do with whores. At least, they appreciate it when I am
being considerate and affectionate. And they do not care that I am a demon and
that my life stinks of blood.'
'Well, I don't care,
either.'
'That's logical, you are a
whore. Your point?'
'That's plain rude!'
'So now you can throw mud
at me and I can't? Aren't we having a girls-only-allowed talk? It's give and
take.'
'Alright,
my turn to vilify you.'
'Go for it.'
'Don't you get rusty with
all that I don't do unnecessary sex?'
'Did not we just verify
that before you poisoned me?'
'Was just
wondering. But I
honestly believe you need a girl. To put that messed up mind of yours to
order.'
'Are you suggesting?' Dante
looked up at her, surprised.
'What if I am?'
'The
Hell?'
'No, for
real. I need to
get from these demons and you are strong enough to protect me. You do amazing
sex and I don't care for your job, your blood or your money. And so far we were
having a civil conversation.'
'Oh, I am flabbergasted� I
think. ' Dante blinked; he just could not embrace the
thought.
'So what is that Vergil Who
Hates You doing at your place?'
'He doesn't know I am me.
He is blind and thinks I'm Dante, a human. It is his brother whom he hates.'
'That is some news! Then
how about I tell you the demons who captured you think you are Vergil who
escaped from them?'
'Good.' Dante's eyes
flickered red. 'If they had him � it's a good opportunity to make them pay.'
'You can't do anything in
this cell, you are powerless.'
'I'll think of something.'
'Do it quick, devil boy,
they are coming for you. I hope you do not forget to save me on your way out,' Nevan sighed, stood up and laid the cell phone on the
chair. 'See you, Dante,' she disappeared into the dark corridor, her red hair
shining in the light of a lonely lamp hanging from the ceiling of the cell.
'Nevan? What's with leaving me behind?'
Several minutes passed in
silence. Then the phone suddenly rang and vibrated. It moved a little on the
smooth golden silk of the chair toward the edge.
'Come on, fall!' Dante
encouraged, snapping out of trance. He knew it was Lady.
The phone moved three more
times and finally slipped, falling onto the stone floor. It fell on something
like a pebble and hit a button.
'You
idiot, why did you not answer?' Lady yelled from the speaker.
'Oh, I am a lucky fucker!
Lady, find where my phone is and get me the hell out of this bloody place!'
'You kidnapped?'
'Yeah, it's some dem-..' Dante was cut mid-word when a patent-leather black
shoe smashed the cell phone into pieces.
'Look what we have here,'
mused the tall man in a short-sleeved shirt and a green vest matching his
trousers. 'Isn't it our missing prisoner.'
'And who could you be?'
Dante spat out. 'Be sure, I've got some tricks up my sleeve just for such scum
like you.'
'Oh, you did change after
coming to the Human world, the only heir to the Legacy of Sparda.'
"The
only?
You've gotta be kidding me," Dante was confused. "Don't
they know we are twins?"
Two more men stepped from
the shadows and opened the door to the cell. One of them was a blond with
straightforward eyes, his hair in a pony-tail; he wore a t-shirt and jeans. The
other was a bastard-like looking brunet in a beige suit. The one in the vest,
who seemed to be in charge, had rather pleasant features, sharp narrow red eyes
and thin dry lips.
'We'll have our little
revenge on you. That redhead cunt seemed rather friendly with you, so don't try
anything, or I might cut off her breast� or her nose� or even better, a hand.'
'Don't you dare!' Dante exploded.
'It's all up to you now,
Vergil. It is your choice,' an annoying smile was playing on the demon's lips.
'Get the chair inside, I'd like to have a proper event here,' he ordered.
"Just how do I get
into these situations? As soon as I manage to convince myself that I am not
some unworthy filth, life is always there to prove the opposite."
The guys took the chair in,
and the man in the vest leisurely sat down right in front of Dante who was
kneeling and looking at them disgusted.
'Dorian, aren't you staying?'
the sitting man asked the blond.
'I am done with this shit, I'll wait upstairs, Caleb.'
'It's not like he will be
able to break out.'
'I am not staying.' The
blond turned around and walked away firmly.
'Dorian?' Dante called. He got kicked in the
face immediately, broke his lower lip, but got the attention of the guy. 'When
a fair-haired bitch comes for me, say I am here and you will save your life.'
'Shut up,' the brunet
barked and kicked Dante again; two ribs cracked.
'Stop it, Jose, this is not
my objective.'
'I'll think about it, Dark
Knight,' Dante heard a smile and gratitude in Dorian's voice, and the blond
vanished into the darkness.
'Well then, get to work,
you pathetic loathsome lowlife,' Caleb spread his legs a little, waiting, his
gaze intense and confident.
"Shit," goosebumps of disgust towards himself ran down Dante's
back. "I am going to get raped. No magic tricks work and if I bite off
this asshole's cock they will get to Nevan. How do I
always fuck it all up? I truly am pathetic and lothsome,
I am going to let these bloody demons fuck me, shit. Shit. Shit."
Dante grit his teeth and
fought the tears of despair. Life was a bitch, and again it tried to show him
his place.
The devil hunter slowly sat
between Caleb's legs and took hold of the zipper with his teeth, feeling the
stare of the man burning stigmas of damnation on every millimeter of his body.
"I don't wanna. Don't wanna� Maybe they
will stick to just the blowjob? Please, let them make me do only this. Let them
leave then. Just� Okay, Dante, do it quickly and be
over it; not like you can do anything� Shit, I hate myself."
The zipper down, the
half-hard member lay on Dante's cheek.
"Welcome to hell,
shove your pride and get comfortable."
The devil hunter almost
sighed and, trying to make it easier and quicker, took the organ in his mouth.
He had never given a blowjob. He did pleasure some women, but having a cock in
his throat was a new experience and so far it was horrid.
"Think positively,"
like in a fever, Dante tried to calm himself down.
'Did you lose all your
skill in my absence?' the devil hunter looked up at Caleb's smug face and
barely contained the desire to bite down hard. Dante was sure his
features were now distorted with hatred. But he did not mean any harm to Nevan, so he looked back down. The member in his mouth
stirred.
"He is enjoying
toying with me� just you wait. Just you wait." Dante pushed himself
and sucked.
"Oh, please, I need
something to think about. Someone who could make it less� eeeehww. But whoever it is, I would never willingly
put a man's dick into my mouth. So let's think who of the man I know is the
closest to me, whom I would trust� shit. Vergil. They did this to him!
They raped him! And I was thinking of how to save my own ass� he said
they kept him for some time, tortured him. Shit, I am the selfish bastard. How
is he there?"
The demon's fingers grabbed
Dante's hair roughly and pulled; the devil hunter choked on the length in his
mouth, but no one cared, Caleb was fucking his mouth not bothering to let Dante
breathe.
"I don't care,
Vergil survived things much worse," and Dante's body was sucking
automatically, like a rag doll, his gaze hollow.
"Trish will come
and get me out of here. Vergil� will he be able to walk already? Wait, he will.
I hope he doesn't hurt too much. Would he go with Trish, I wonder� Vergil
coming to save me, how childish. Just what am I thinking�"
Dante could not hold his
smile back. The cruel reality did not care for him, though. Hot semen covered
the devil hunter's throat as Caleb came, almost tearing a handful of white
hair. Dante jerked and coughed. The next he knew hot splurts
hit his left cheek as Jose came, too, jerking himself off. The nasty substance
caused Dante to wince and close his eyes tightly.
"There, I am a
bitch. If I could only� Fuck, Verge� Verge, how did
you live through this humiliation and stayed so dignified? You know, Verge, you
are right. I am an arrogant kid. I don't know shit. I can't judge you.
But�"
Dante was on the verge of
crying, his eyes stung. He was miserable. But the tears did not roll down his
cheeks. Somehow, he managed to stay composed. It was only come that slid down
his chin, bitter salty taste in his mouth, white drops on his cheek and dripping
from his lips.
"I did not cry. Makes me feel somehow happy and proud. Maybe I am not so
worthless yet. I will survive, I promise, Verge. But� just� come and save me?
Please?"
...
An azure Jaguar and a
motorcycle stopped in front of an old manor in the suburbs. Lady loaded the
guns and walked towards the mahogany door, one hand holding the straps of Kalina Ann.
'Wait,' Vergil called out
for her, closing the door of the car and unsheathing Yamato. 'You deal with
those blood-goyles and I go inside. They have
something that belongs to me.'
'Fine then,' Lady turned to
look at the garden that was red, though it was not autumn. 'Just bring him
back.' She shot one bullet at the garden and a horde of blood-goyles rose from the dead dry trees, leaving it empty; the
birds in a bloody hurricane in the sky.
'Some phoenixes for
dinner,' Lady smirked.
'No, thank you,' Vergil
disappeared into the mansion.
The lobby was shabby from
age, portraits on the walls, a piano in the corner. On
the stair-well sat a blond man, who was watching the intruder with interest.
Seeing the man's face, Vergil clenched Yamato and moved forward with steady
steps. From the walls slid several of the Fallen, white wings shining and
covering those ugly cannibal masks. They soared around him for a moment and
suddenly attacked, launching their lances at him.
Vergil did not slow down,
his steps fast and sure. There was a swinging sound and a shower of snow-white
feathers poured down behind him, slowly floating through the air into the bloody
puddles that were spreading from the cut parts of the Fallen. Vergil held
Yamato to the side, red strings flowing down the steel blade.
The blond man on the stairs
startled, but did not move.
'He said there will be a
fair-haired woman coming for him, not a bandaged demon.'
'Where is he?' the tip of
Yamato touched the blonde's chin.
'Dungeons. It's strange, Vergil said if I told
you where he was you would not kill me, but now I am not so sure at all.'
'Damn right you are not,'
he hissed, grabbing the blonde's t-shirt and pulling him close to his face.
'Because there is no way I would forgive such a motherfucker like you. For I am Vergil. Recognize me, Dorian?'
'Shit,' Dorian looked into
the crimson eyes and knew he was a dead meat. The predator before him was now
playing a game that could possibly have only one victor.
'Is he there alone?'
'No. They are there�'
'Why are you not there,
then?' sarcastically asked Vergil, throwing the mess of a man to the checked
floor.
'I've had enough of this
shit,' Dorian averted his face and awaited his death. Nothing happened for
several seconds, so he tried to ask: 'Who is there, then?'
'A man
who is very useful to me. And they better not damage him too much. Now, he said you would live?'
Vergil was enraged, but also suspicious. What did Dante want with this bastard?
'Well�'
'Lead me there, and you
better hurry.'
'Yes,' the blonde nodded.
...
Dante felt numb.
'I think I am done here for
today,' said Caleb, tucking himself back into his trousers. He looked at his
prisoner's impassive face and frowned. 'But you do what you are supposed to do,
Jose. I will watch.'
Jose nodded and kicked
Dante in the shoulder. The devil hunter fell, his face to the floor. There was
the sound of a zipper.
"Shit, I am so
doomed."
'Just what do you think you
are doing here?' the stone-cold voice asked from the corridor. Dante started
shaking feverishly. He knew this voice. But he did not look up, afraid that
this illusion would vanish. It seemed like Caleb turned around, Dante heard him
inquiring angrily:
'Whom did you bring here,
Dorian, and why?'
'Nice to see you again,
Caleb,' the voice of the new-comer was trembling with wrath.
Something grabbed Dante by
his hair and the cold metal of the gunpoint was pressed to his head.
'One move,
and Vergil is dead,' Jose threatened, almost strangling Dante with his other
hand, holding him up.
'You mean me?'
Dante saw a person, in his
black suit, his navy blue shirt and with the white tie. The whole body of the
newcomer was bandaged, in his hand he had Yamato; there was no more hesitation.
Vergil laughed like a
madman for several seconds.
'I died so many times
already that I lost count.'
There was the swinging
sound and the sound of the bells. Suddenly blood splashed over Dante and the
body that stood behind him fell down in pieces. Next fell the bars, it was them
ringing like bells.
Caleb stood up but the next
instant Vergil cut his left hand off and pinned his body to the wall.
'You've got there a man
that is useful for me. I do not like it when others touch what is mine. I do
not like it when things that belong to me are used or broken.
So I came to take it back and teach you not to set your eyes on what is mine.'
Vergil stuck Yamato into the floor and in one elegant motion shoved his now
free hand into Caleb's chest and pulled it back, tearing out pieces of ribs,
lungs, and a heavily bleeding heart, pieces of arteries hanging down from
between the fast locked fingers.
'Die.'
Caleb fell down, his eyes wide open in pure terror, dead.
'I�'
whispered Dante.
"So this is what it
was, after all. He came to save me; just in time, just like I wanted him to. He
came� to take the thing that he wants to use and that he is sure belongs to
him."
Dante looked up at Vergil,
a wide grin on his face.
'I�' his whole body shook
violently, the accidentally cut chains clanking.
'I'm sorry, Verge,' Dante
took the gun from the floor. A drop of blood fell from the corner of his eye.
Then another one, and then they went rolling down his dirty cheeks, the Bloody
Tears, covering his skin with wide red streaks. Dante put the gun to his
temple. 'Sorry, Verge. The thing you wanted is broken. I am not usable anymore.'
And looking into Vergil's
red eyes, he pulled the trigger.
There was a flash of
crimson as the bullet went through the skull and out.
The gunshot echoed through
the dungeons.
The blood splattered on the
wall; dripped from the wound. Dante's body fell to the stone floor, the gun in
his hand, the fingers holding it no more. The white hair
lying loosely like a halo, blood and cum intermixed on his lips.
'No!' gasped someone behind
Vergil.
'No!' screamed Lady and
rushed to the cell, then stopped abruptly.
Dante's figure on the floor
was dimming. Vergil stood, shaken, watching the light slowly dissolve from the
man's body. That human, Dante. Vergil did not believe.
Suddenly something snapped
and the rays of light shone through Dante's chest, first gleaming, then
flaring, then turning into a glowing germ. It spread
throughout Dante's body, setting his skin ablaze, shining brighter every second
until Dante's form was incandesced white vessel of pure might. It made the air
vibrate with waves of power, it pulsated through
Vergil, making his blood boil and his heart skip a beat.
The man that lay on the
floor was not breathing. He was covered in blood, his clothes were all dirty.
His ribs were broken and because of that his flat chest was marred with dark
bruises. The strong hands lay motionless, pale powerless fingers. Long legs
were cold and lay in an uncomfortable position.
His face was frozen as if
caught mid-emotion. Sad sky-blue eyes open, but seeing nothing. Thin lips
slightly parted, in white cum and red blood stains.
'Dante,' Vergil's
lips moved without him realizing it. His eyes were fixed on the demon on the
floor. Vergil had never seen anyone more beautiful and more desired.
'I.
Want.
HIM.'
...endo
chap 05...
Um. There. He did it,
he could not stand it anymore.
And i
am bad-bad-bad i know. I am not gonna
tell you whether i killed him. No! Suffer! Suffer!
just like i do
when no one leaves comments at all! *angry bitching*
And no, no DV here
again... but! *you deserved that, greedy readers!No candy for you*
but! be Dante&Vergil cute action coming, the vergil smexeness coming first) yay!
Next coming: tender
Vergil! Nevan wants Dante, but Vergil wants him, too.
And I am afraid Vergil's at least bi, so that might
get the meaning we all want it to have!
Feed back still greatly
appreciated and welcomed!
~See ya
in next chapter! =_=zZzZ Ethan
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