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A Devil's Heart	By : PerireAnimus Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 4438 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own the Devil May Cry game series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author’s Note: Sorry everyone for taking forever in updating! Life as a college student has kept me extremely busy and will continue to be since I am taking summer classes now and will be double majoring and double minoring this fall… So I will try my best to stay on track in continuing the story and updating while juggling to be a full-time student combating these majors. Good news is I give you a very long chapter for my long absence and it was a lot of work putting together. The next chapter is under work and hopefully I can get three chapters in after this one before my fall semester begins, so cross your fingers and pray I can do it!
I want to give a BIG THANKS to my good friend Naiya as well for fixing the minor errors. Thanks to all those who have reviewed, it helps me and inspires me to continue, so don’t stop reviewing folks! I’m glad and very humbled that my story has been a favorite and being one of the best some of you have read, I have done my job as a writer even though this is one of my hobbies. I hope I do not disappoint and will continue to improve and bring smiles, tears, and get your mind thinking when you read ‘A Devil’s Heart.’ Affie and Rysha, thanks for your review and I’m glad you two are enjoying it and that it makes you giggle~
MassNinjaGaiden, what makes you think Angelea is defenseless and then possesses incredible power? Do not jump to conclusions, the story is just beginning and more has yet to be revealed. You do not know the true reason for why Lucifer is after her, maybe he’s after her soul, maybe he’s after her to stop her from getting in his way to his true intentions that has yet come to the surface; or that he can use her to his evil benefit or something else… much darker still. Every story known to man is clichéd in some way but what matters is how you write the story and put it together that makes it a great story for the reader. Also, I don’t think it’s very important to point out the pairings, I have yet to decide and it will stay a mystery. It will be revealed on how the story unfolds and I believe how the course of the story further on from now until later. The plot itself is what’s important rather than who kisses whom… and then some... I understand the purple posing and have been told about it in other reviews so I am working that out and will try not to do that in future chapters. Thanks for your reviews and I hope that you continue to enjoy the story as it progresses.
Enjoy the chapter and I hope all is pleased for the long awaited update. Do not be shy in reviewing because I enjoy hearing what people have to say about my story and appreciate it. It helps me improve and very much inspires me and brings a devilish smile to form upon my face. >:3
A Devils Heart

VII
Alatus Miles Exam
            The dim light crept through the slits of the long, crème colored brocade curtains and splashed across the wooden floors and rugs in the silent room. The bedroom slowly lit up to a new awaiting day, as the outside seems to come to life with sounds that came with the morning. But the day came unwanted, the slender man awoke from nightmares that left him tired and stricken with anxiety. His senses brooded over the reality that surrounded him and forgetting the dreams that plagued his soul; reminding him of what was expected of him as he arose to sit at the edge of his bed, the blanket falling to the floor near his feet, leaving him cold once again. He rubbed his face with his hand to make himself more alert, the rough fabric of his fingerless gloves rubbing coarsely on his dry skin, and noticed the light from outside the windows covered the floor and lit up the dreary room; as queer shadows made themselves more prominent. He sat there alone with his thoughts as his hand rest at his temple, taking a deep sigh of determination, his expression hardened in its usual coldness as he stared at the wall in front of him. The hand that rested on his left knee tightened into a fist and he arose from the bed, taking a piece of the curtain and yanked it open to reveal the outside.
            He looked through the dusty window, taking in the pleasant scenery of the woods and wildlife that dotted the property before him in silence. He looked at it dully, feeling unsatisfied as he looked away and observed the sword that stood quietly by the wall where he left it. He gently grabbed it into his left hand and saw the delectable fruit for which he saved for his morning meal. He brought it to his thin lips and paused, uncertain to eat something he was absent of for so many years. In the inferno he was trapped in, there was no food to partake in that could be even considered food, none that did not fill your mouth with rot and ashes and other sickening tastes. And most of the time there was nothing you could actually eat or drink. Was this reality just a form of torture? Another trick that the Devil was playing on him? His body ached for food as he hungrily bit into the soft flesh of the pear; it felt so strange to eat. The juices ran down his chin as the texture of its insides felt grainy and so wonderfully sweet upon his tongue. He closed his eyes, savoring every part of it as he ate; he ate the core without noticing, he was so hungry. His body famished from the emptiness within him for food and water and something else that seemed to eat at his soul, though he couldn’t quite place what it was. He ignored it, not allowing his mind to brood over thoughts that would plague him something trivial like his soul or feelings. It didn’t matter.
            He left his room, closing the door behind him as he headed down the long wide hallway to the kitchen for a drink of water to quench his longing thirst. Once there, he went through some cupboards, found a crystal glass, filled it with cold water, and gulped it down and filled it up to do it again. He noticed a piece of folded parchment on the island table in the room next to the bowl of fruit. He filled the glass a third time and walked towards the envelope curiously, noting that his name was written on the crème colored paper in the old cursive writing of an era long since gone. He assumed that it was from the Immortal Sorcerer as he put the glass of water down, setting his Yamato gently atop the table and picked up the paper to inspect it. Slowly unfolding the paper to discover a small map that could fit in a pocket and noticing that it was carefully drawn on a separate piece of paper in the same elegant writing as the letter, as Vergil carefully read over it with a grim expression:
            Vergil:
                        This map I leave with you is the map of the city, I have marked in red the locations of the Order in which you will most likely find Angelea Sanctus. It is your responsibility to figure out her schedule and the times she will be in each respective area. Today you may rest. Tomorrow I expect you to begin your duty for which our Dark Lord sent you. Do not disappoint us.
                                                                                                            V.A.
            Vergil crumpled the letter in his fist, gritting his teeth with irritation and animosity. He hated this task that in his opinion, was ridiculous and trivial. He wasn’t going to allow himself to rest, he decided, wanting to finish this job as quickly as possible so that he could be freed from all this and soon have his revenge. Grabbing the glass, he gulping down the rest of its contents, then setting the glass on the surface of the table a little too hard, making it chip at the base. He didn’t care. Taking the map and unfolded it to look over, regarding each of the several red marks that circled each location. He glared at the red marks as though they seemed to taunt him. He decided to go to the Main Branch of the Order, the Temple’s headquarters. A good place as any to start his search where he would most likely find her or so he hoped during this hour.
He folded the map closed and placed it inside his coat pocket. He grabbed his sword, his grip tightly around the scabbard as he stiffened to scan the room a moment. Glancing at the bowl of fruit, he grabbed an apple to take on his journey and headed towards the front door of the mansion with its strange dial and saw that it was set on red, the location of the city. With slight hesitation, he laid his hand over to where the charm lay hidden beneath the confines of his clothing and felt it unusually warm against his skin. He then grasped the decorative copper colored knob of the tall door and opened it, leaving the quietness of the mansion and into the loud city of his awaited fate.
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            The early morning came and went agonizingly slow. Angelea has successfully passed her written and oral exams with ease starting at eight-thirty till twelve-thirty and now she breaks for lunch. At one-thirty she would begin the last part of her exam, the dreaded physical exam. She sat at the end of one of the long dark wooden tables in the large room that is the dining area of the Temple, with the kitchen attached to serve the food, refreshments, and dining utensils. The plate with buttered chicken seasoned with garlic and rosemary coupled with melted sharp cheddar mashed potatoes and a small side of greens lay cold and untouched. She didn’t have an appetite; her anxieties filled her stomach with butterflies. The room was delicately ornamented with Judeo-Christian art accompanied with a large replica painting of ‘The Last Supper’ located at the left above the large entrance into the room to remind everyone the sacrifice and the symbolism of the first Eucharist*.
            Some of the Church members who worked along with Angelea sat quietly among themselves, some in groups chattering away as they ate and smiling. She picked up on their discussion of her last exam since it was an open event where everyone who is working for the Order could attend and observe. His Eminence will be there for the important exam for this was of great importance that if she passes all of her exams according to the satisfaction of his Holiness- he would give her his blessings and welcome her to the Society of the Winged Warriors that would make her officially a member. The very idea of it made her even more nervous and sick with each passing second as she bore at the cold food in front of her, her mind racing with thoughts of the outcome in the final.
            “Why so glum? You passed both of your exams right? Aren’t you happy about that?” came a friendly yet familiar voice in an Irish accent.
   Angelea looked up to see Sister Mary O’ Kelleher, Brother Le Loup’s partner that he mentors. She wore a simple blue and white uniform in the form of a robe; her short brown hair covered by a white head covering and is under the Priest Class. The fair skinned, glasses wearing young woman smiled warmly at Angelea as she sat down across from her. Her brunette bangs slightly covering her freckled face as she pushed the strands away from her blue-green eyes to peer at her friend.
   Angelea gave a nervous warm smile as her fork continued to play with her food, she looked down at her lap and mumbled, “…Yeah, I guess, but…”
   “But~?” grinned Mary,
   “…I’m worried about the final exam! I can’t do this; I don’t want to spar against Brother Ariel! It’s not fair!” Angelea whined, eyes beginning to moist with frustration and fear.
   “WHAT!? My mentor is the one chosen to spar against you!? Is the Society crazy!?” Mary said as she stood right up, the chair almost fell back, some of the people in the room from afar looked there way curiously and coughed in response to remind inside voices.
   The two noticed embarrassingly, and winced as Mary spoke a little softer,“…That explains his fowl mood this morning when I saw him walked pass me without a word…” Mary finished solemnly as she pursed her lips in thought, finger touching her full lips as she pondered and slowly sat back down in her chair.
   Angelea didn’t feel any better and was a little surprised that her friend didn’t know the fact, even though no one was supposed to know who the chosen sparring partner from the society would be until the starting of the third exam; she assumed Sister Mary would have known about it earlier cause she was Brother Ariel’s pupil and he likes to talk.
   He must be really upset that he didn’t even bother to mention it… nice to know he is as upset as I am about the situation… Angelea thought miserably.
   “So… what are you going to do? I know he is one of your best friends, you two grew up together.” Mary said quietly, worry written across her face as she stared hard at her friend, laying her hand on Angelea’s.
   “I have no other choice but to accept it and do what I have to… defeat him in the spar match, or at least do well enough to hopefully pass this last exam to his Holinesses standards.”
   “But Brother Ariel’s one of the best fighters in the Society Ange!” She said excitedly as she said the nickname Brother Ariel would normally call Angelea and now Sister Mary recently began calling her that too.
   “I know that Mary!” Angelea interjected miserably, sighing loudly as she covered her face with her white-gloved hands and rubbing her temple and eyes as if it would help wake her from a terrible nightmare.
   “Sorry, but… I mean he sparred against Brother David when it came to Ariel’s final exam and it ended as a tie!” she stated loudly as she sat up again to emphasize the seriousness in her words; the people glared there way again and Mary silently apologized for her actions, Anglea shrank in her seat and apologized also.
   Mary continued quietly, leaning closer for only Angelea to hear, “I don’t know about you, but no offense, you’re not a fighting type and I haven’t seen you spar against Brother David and… win… But then again, Brother David is also one of the best fighters too in the Society and he kept you from prying eyes most of the time when it came to you two sparring. I don’t know how much you have improved since the first time I saw you fight but… practicing with him, I pray you are much better than you were like, three or four years ago. Plenty of time to practice and hone in on your fighting skills right, hopefully, even if you’re a pacifist you still can succeed and come through right?”
   Angelea furrowed her brows, not saying a word as she looked away.
   “I’m sure you can do this and pass! Brother David and Father Constantine has a lot of faith in you to succeed as do I since you’re already accepted into the Society but not exactly fully acknowledged by his Holiness yet. That amounts to something right?” Mary finished in a nervous tone as she smiled to lesson the heavy mood; trying to show that she hasn’t lost faith in her friend who hates to fight or hurt anyone and God willing, could pass this difficult feat.
   Angelea was about to thank Sister Mary for her encouragement but was distracted as familiar faces came in to sit down next to Mary and her.
   Angelea’s first pupil with the strange arm and his female companion came to join them with their trays of food, Brother Nero sat next to Sister Mary as he dug in without even praying to bless the food first while Sister Kyrie smiled at Angelea as she stood next to her and questioned warmly, “Is this seat taken?”
   “Oh, no, it’s not taken you can sit there.” Angelea answered as she smiled back, pushing her worries away with it.
   “Thanks.” Kyrie replied as she sat down and gently laid her tray down in front of her on the smooth, clean table before her.
   Kyrie did a silent prayer to herself to bless the food before she began to eat and congratulated Angelea for passing her first two exams. Angelea smiled and thanked Kyrie as she complimented on how pretty she looked in her new blue uniform that Mary wore and introduced her to Sister Mary who was also another Priest Class like her.
   “Oh we’ve already been introduced earlier by Brother David; I’m suppose to mentor her a little when she’s with me in helping with the orphans and caring for them. Get an idea on her responsibilities and duties she will be performing.” Mary stated happily as she clasped her hands together.
   Kyrie smiled in return as she nodded, looking at the two, Angelea just nodded a little surprised and smiled along with them, “Oh… that’s good, how did you like the orphanage and the children? Did you visit it yet?” Angelea asked as she pushed her tray aside to rest her elbows on the table, her fingers entwined beneath her chin as she rested it a top her hand.
   “Yes I have and I’m certain I will enjoy working there, the children are wonderful and well behaved.” She answered happily.
   “Oh you say this now, just wait till you’re alone with them for a moment. They’ll run all over you and be bouncing off the walls. And since you’re new, they will be ten times more crazy that you may want to be relocated.” Angelea said giggling, remembering other member’s horror stories of the orphans.
   She knew a lot of people who asked to do deskwork rather than deal with the children who were nicknamed among most of the members of the Order as the “Little Devils”; but Angelea had such patience with people, and children especially, that she was one of the few who could handle the children without pulling out her hair and running for the hills screaming. Kyrie looked worried then and Angelea quickly apologized and believed Kyrie would do fine, she felt guilty for the words she had said. Mary added encouragement as well, saying the children will be on their best behavior when Kyrie is watching over them and that she will make sure of it, trying to remove the building fear that might threaten to fall on Kyrie.
   Nero just snorted his response of disapproval; children are nothing more than crazed, sniveling little brats that whine and are such a pain in the ass, to call those annoying monster’s ‘Little Devils’ is an understatement, he thought bitterly.
   He knew the kids would be hell in dealing with them and thankfully he wasn’t assigned to babysit the brats. The whole time he was with Kyrie and David- who was giving them the tour of the expense of the temple’s property and the orphanage therein- the children would poke at him or his glowing arm and tugged at his clothes playfully as they giggled and laughed; angering him as he prevented himself the urge to give the kids a beating because they’re just mischievous kids messing around, and instead, yelled at them to knock it off. A few listened out of fear of Nero’s intimidation but some liked to test his patience, which was on the verge of cracking. His day didn’t end there. Now he found himself eating with the chattering girls; it had gotten worse!
   Brother David took them to see Mother Katherine who had the new members uniforms waiting for them and presented them the clothes they were expected to wear and that it was mandatory to wear them so that they would fit in among the other members of the Order because that was tradition as members of theOrdo Pius Sanctus Caelestis. Nero argued with David after seeing the offending uniforms and that he wasn’t going to wear a uniform that made him look like some old, boring, virgin priest that made him appear like he was wearing a dress. David smacked him over the back of his head without warning and so quickly and hard that Nero almost fell forward but caught his balance and was going to counter attack when Kyrie loudly protested negatively against Nero’s action. Nero just cursed and grumbled as he snatched the terrible clothing he was forced to wear from Mother Katherine and stated rudely that he was keeping his boots and that David could shove the black shoes up his ass. David replied nonchalantly in a firm tone that he and Angelea would have to work on that childish attitude of his and teach Nero to learn respect for his superiors, even if it means he- David- would have to beat it into him. Nero sarcastically replied to kiss his ass and that he would like to see him try, stating how he would enjoy kicking his ass; Kyrie loudly protested against Nero’s way of acting when she said Nero’s name to show disagreement. David said nothing and waited patiently for them to change into their new clothes in the private bathrooms of the sewing and clothing room.
   The new black and white uniform he received from Mother Katherine was uncomfortably tight around his throat and he loudly confessed at how he looked stupid wearing it after putting it on. His former clothes he wore along with Kyrie’s were given to another member of the Order who worked on making clothes and washed them to have their old clothes cleaned and then placed in their rooms. After they had changed they continued to walk in silence, Nero brooding over his new clothing arrangement as he grumbled quietly to himself as David continued to show them around and introduced them to other members of the Order. Later, David show them the cafeteria and allowed them to eat, and now by Kyrie’s willingness to join Angelea and Mary for lunch when she spotted them alone did he find himself among other unwanted company; so now he sits there brooding silently as he ate.
   He wondered when will this day end and hopefully soon so he can go look for his missing sword that was given to him less than a year ago by the man he knows nothing about and left him with the name: Dante. He couldn’t stop thinking about the sword when he noticed it was missing earlier this morning as he rummaged through his belongings. Kyrie assured him this morning that it’s probably there in the mess of his room since he just moved here and everything is out of place and will seem like it has gone missing for a while until he unpacks everything. She believed it would turn up soon enough and he tried to take her advice to unpack everything first before worrying over it now. All he wanted to do was get back to his new living quarters and start unpacking everything as soon as possible and arrange his belongings to where it seemed like home. His other sword, Red Queen and his gun Blue Rose were there last time he checked but not the strange sword that seemed to call to him and give him this overwhelming feeling of great power that seemed to course through his very being every time he held it. It was special and that strange guy in red told him to take good care of it for the fact because it was important to him.
   “Good afternoon Sister Mary, how are you on this fine day?” came the friendly question from David as he sat his tray down next to Angelea and began to sit down.
   Mary replied with a cheerful hello and said that she was doing fine and asked how Brother David was doing. He waved a hand in reply as he nodded with a smile, stating he was well, and then preceded to do a silent prayer before he ate. Mary just nodded and smiled as she excused herself to look for her superior, saying farewell to them and the new members and loudly wished Angelea the best and good luck to her in the last exam and to not break a leg while doing it as she giggled, sticking out her tongue playfully while walking away towards exiting the large room. Angelea, David, and Kyrie just waved good-bye to Sister Mary as she left and disappeared, Nero just ignored as he watched, biting into an apple and laid his arm across his chest as he sat there in an ungentlemanly manner.
   David glared at Nero while Kyrie sighed at the way Nero’s been acting today and Angelea went back to her worried thoughts and thinking over the spar and pondering what would happen and what she should do and how to succeed. The anxieties washed over her once again, ignoring everyone else around her as she brooded in thought.
   David’s voice snapped her back to what is around her when he asked her a question she didn’t quite hear, “Pardon?”
   “I said, how are you doing?” he asked concerned, the fork paused above his lips.
   “Oh… I’m alright…” she said solemnly as she looked back down at her lap.
   David knew better, laying a gloved hand on her right shoulder and giving her a firm squeeze, “Don’t worry Angelea, worrying will get you no where and just believe that you will pass this. This is just another trial you must face in order to get above, you will be fine, it’s your destiny,” He assured her confidently as he took another bite of his potato.
   “…Yeah…” she mumbled.
   “Look, His Eminence is aware of the early announcement of you being welcomed into the Society before the Alatus Miles exams have taken place and is impressed by the fact, not upset as we thought he may have. He looks forward to seeing the final exam and in meeting you personally to congratulate you afterwards since he is certain you will pass as well after speaking with Father Constantine and I and hearing your results in the other two exams. He is very happy to know the possibility of having you be a part of the Society and believes you will go far and be a great asset to it so do not worry over the physical exam, you will do fine and I am certain you will pass so stop worrying! It will get you no where as I have told you many times before, to worry-“
   “Brings doubt, and doubt brings failure when faith moves mountains and will lead to success and greatness… Yeah, I know Brother David you don’t have to remind me… Glad his Holiness isn’t upset that I haven’t failed… yet. It is yet to be decided still since he has the last say on my future. Who knows if he will even be impressed with me after the final… if I even do well enough to his liking.” Angelea cuts in with sarcasm and annoyance in her tone, using “Brother” when speaking to David to emphasize her seriousness.
   David was surprised by her attitude and knew well enough to let it go, she was under a lot of pressure and understood how she was feeling and how upset she was about the situation; so he changed the subject to one he’d been wanting to finish discussing with her since early this morning.
   He put down his eating utensils and turned to face Angelea, his expression serious and eyed the other two who was present, “Could you two give us a moment please? I need to speak to Sister Angelea… alone.”
   Nero and Kyrie looked at each other and then at Angelea and David and nodded, “Fine by me, can I leave cause I got some things to do?” Nero stated flatly as he quickly got up and was heading towards the exit, leaving without even willing to hear an answer to his question.
   “Uh, no Brother Nero, both of you will be staying. Just sit a little further down the table to give Angelea and I some privacy to talk alone if you please. And take your mess into the kitchen if you are done eating, Nero; I don’t know how your former church run things but here we do things a little differently. You’re a grown man so act like one, be responsible and clean up after yourself like a civilized person would do!” He answered in irritation as he pointed down to an area where Nero and Kyrie should sit and towards the kitchen to where they can take their trays once their finished.
   Nero stopped himself when he heard this and growled in irritation as he turned around and stomped off to where his tray lay unattended; Kyrie moved down a couple chairs to sit where David pointed to finished eating and watched Nero complain quietly, she sighed. David ignored the white haired teen’s complaints and focused on Angelea who watched him curiously, wondering what it is he had to speak to her alone about.
   “I wanted to finish our discussion with you earlier this morning. About the man who came to help you last night, who was he?” he spoke in a monotone.
   Angelea groaned as she looked down at his feet and wasn’t really in the mood to talking about it either as memories flooded over her of last night with the mysterious masked man who helped get rid of the demons that threatened her, trying to remember his name.
   “…His name... is Da.. Dante… I think, yeah that’s what he told me.” Angelea said with uncertainty.
   David was about to say something when an infuriating kid with an attitude who was testing his nerves interjected, “Dante!? Wait, you know Dante?” Nero questioned excitedly as he stood not too far from David and Angelea and was eavesdropping into their conversation.
   Nero slammed his tray on the table in front of them loudly, utensils and pieces of food falling on the surface of the table and floor as he flattened his hands onto the table and leaned in to peer at Angelea with serious eyes, “How do you know Dante!? Where is he? Is he-“
   “That’s enough Brother Nero, this matter is none of your concern and I advise you that you will continue cleaning up your mess. I will talk with you about this later and ask that you refrain from asking any more questions since you are in no position to do so about this.” David finished angrily as he glared at Nero, wondering how he could possibly know about the man in question and would question him about it later.
   Nero glared at David, visualizing how wonderful it would feel to punch him but decided not to because he was in no mood in finding out what kind of punishment these people would do so he clenched his devil fist and stiffened his stance, jaw tightening and grinding his teeth as he picked up his mess with his human hand and resumed in taking it to the kitchen, cursing loudly as he stomped away.
   David released an irritated sigh to relieve the growing tension that threatened to build in his temple as he rubbed it, “As I was saying…” he returned his thoughts to the matter at hand as he thought of the name ‘Dante’ and it vaguely sounded familiar but he couldn’t quite place it.
   “This… Dante, what did he look like?” Hoping a description might help him remember.
   “Like I said, I didn’t see his face because it was covered by a masquerade looking mask but that he was very tall, he wore a wide dark hat and a trench coat I think, I’m not certain of the colors cause it was dark in the alley and so it looked almost black or… was it dark red?” She wondered, putting a finger to her lips trying to remember what she saw.
   “You met him in the alley?”
   “Yeah, he came out of nowhere-“
   “Uhm… excuse me, I’m sorry to interrupt but doesn’t Angelea, I mean Sister Angelea, have that final exam to do?” Kyrie asked nervously.
   David quickly pulled out his pocket watch and to his dismay as he looked at the time, realizing she would be late if she didn’t leave now. He cursed under his breath in a language Angelea couldn’t quite catch as she began to sit up with him, grabbing his tray and hers. David was frustrated to be interrupted again over this matter but it was important that Angelea wasn’t late to her exam and would be extremely disrespectful to keep his Eminence waiting.
   “Hurry, we’ll be late for your final!” David said as he pushed Kyrie and Angelea along down towards the kitchen to give to the servers and dishwashers.
   Nero was leaving the kitchen when he saw them and was told by David that they were leaving. Before he had time to complain again, he was pushed along towards the exit with the rest of them. Nero stared at Angelea as they quickly walked down the wide hall; he wanted to talk to her but thought better to wait until he could be alone with her later today where the asshole- David, wasn’t around. He wondered if Dante was with the Order or not and didn’t believe it to be the case anyways, but still, he wanted to know where he can find him again. He would rather join Dante if it were possible instead of this stupid Order, which he now regrets.
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   The large domed room was filled with people sitting on the long granite benches and more were coming in through the large opened doors for the exciting event that would soon take place. Members from all over the world from sister Order’s of the Pius Sanctus Caelestis came to watch one of the most important events that his Eminence would always attend and pass judgment on those who are trying to join the Miles Alatus Sodalicium. The physical exam was on everyone’s minds and the highlight of conversation as people talked excitedly on whom would be the one from the Society going against Sister Angelea. A few people dressed in red and white robes, the Order’s personal medics stood from the sidelines, talking among themselves of the fight to come and wondered if it would end in broken bones like last year’s with one young fellow, which ended in him failing the exam.
   Upon entering, one would see the dome ceiling painted with the images of angels and heaven opening up to reveal the Savior, the empty floor with the Order’s insignia of an angel holding a sword above its head and a long cross staff in the other in silver and gold threading decorated the large round white floor. The walls were decorated with silver and gold leaf and fashioned in a gothic like design of carved floral and sacred symbols with several tall and some rounded colorful stained-glass windows that made the room bright with sunlight. The stained-glass windows located behind where the tall private seating’s above had the symbols alpha and omega and a winged, shining cross with a crown above it in between- representing the Winged Warrior Society- was placed in the middle of them. The large mahogany private benches that overlooked the room and where his Eminence sat in the middle as his bodyguard dressed in a black and red robe, stood silently behind his Eminence. Father Constantine was sitting on his Holiness’ right and Mother Katherine on his left.
   Nero and Kyrie came in with the moving crowd and sat a couple benches from the floor as they squeezed through to sit. Over hearing the people’s talk did he realize that this would be a fight that everyone has attended to watch, a sparring match between Angelea and someone else that no one is certain who it is and were guessing, some making bets as to who it was she would spar against. He smirked and thought it was funny to know Angelea could even fight, looking at her; he doubted she could even kill a flea let alone defeat a person who was versed in combat. She comes off as being weak to him and assumed she would fail this.
   Finally something interesting is happen today, it would be entertaining to see her get her ass whooped, he thought grinning and still couldn’t believe the fact that Angelea is to be his superior and mentor and hated it as he played with his new ring she put on his finger the other night.
   As people were settling into the room, a tall man in blue came in unnoticed as he silently overlooked his surroundings with careful eyes from a terrace. People paid no mind to the silver haired figure that stood above them as he looked over the thousands of people in the room, searching for the girl he was sent here to deal with in somehow persuading a woman of faith to join The Devil. He knew this would be a challenging task and to his dismay, would take time it would seem after touring around the Order’s headquarters and seeing that she was probably a woman of faith who is constantly surrounded by the Church. He considered that blackmail would have to be involved in order to persuade the woman, but with what? His job was to learn and know who she is and the life she lives and the people she is involved with that she is close to, and with that, should help form a web of cornering her to submit.
   Nero grinned to himself as he spotted Angelea walking in from the far doors on the other side of the room, looking forward to the show and watching her fail, This should be interesting to watch.
   Angelea nervously stood next to David, facing the superiors and his Holiness, as she tightly held her weapon next to her. A hush quickly came as his Holiness raised his hand for silence in the room. Dressed in a long silver and gold robe and a beautiful glittering rosary about his jutting neck wearing a decorative gold cap atop his balding head, rings decorated his fat fingers when he moved it around as he spoke,
   “It is with great honor to be here once again and to announce that Sister Angelea Sanctus has passed her first two exams with ease and will now participate in the physical exam. “ His Eminence humbly said as he waved his hand for Angelea to step forward.
   Vergil’s ears perked up as his eyes narrowed in on the young woman who walked out into the middle of the room. She looked like a child to him and no real threat, even when carrying the long cross like spear in her hands. What did she possibly have that the Dark Lord wanted so badly? Her soul? He would never understand the mind frame of Devils when it came to human souls.
   “I will announce to all which I’m certain are curious to know who it is that we have chosen from the Alatus Miles Sodalicium to be participating in Sister Angelea’s final exam. Brother Ariel Le Loup, please join us.” He announced with pride as one of his best warriors entered in the room from large wooden doors located on the left where Angelea came through, the room became alive with low, tense murmuring of the awaited news.
   Ariel stiffly came into the room quietly, his Flamberge sheathed and strapped to his back as he walked towards the center of the room to stand a few feet away from Angelea’s right, his stone expression glanced at Angelea before giving his full attention to his superiors before him, standing at attention. Sister Mary walked quietly out of the room Ariel came from, straightening her dress and hair as she quickly moved near the wall, passing David and the medics who watched her curiously as she went towards the benches to join the other members. She spotted Nero and Kyrie and joined them as she sat down next to Kyrie and smiled, moving the rim of her glasses upward atop the bridge of her nose. A blush was present on her freckled face as she exchanged pleasantries with Nero and Kyrie.
   “Thank you all for being here and Brother Ariel for accepting such an important honor to be a part of this,” Ariel quietly snorted at this as he listened, Angelea briefly glanced at him and then quickly focused on his Holiness who was still speaking, “I wish you luck Angelea and would like to start with a prayer before we begin the exam,” His Holiness and everyone in the room clasped their hands together in prayer as they closed their eyes and bowed their heads, all but Nero and Vergil, as Nero crossed his arms and sighed annoyance,
   “Lord of all things and the Creator, the Alpha and Omega, bless Sister Angelea Sanctus in her endeavor in the physical exam. That You in all your wisdom, gift her with swiftness and cunning and give her the strength to succeed and overcome all obstacles that may cross her path to righteousness. Bless all those who are present and not present and to continue in leading us towards the Holy Light of Heaven that shines from above and into our hearts. So that we may know Your love and wisdom to understand your teachings here on earth, and to pass it to those who have yet to know You and Your love before it’s time You call upon us to join You above. In Yeshua’s name I pray, Amen.”
   Vergil glared at Angelea, not listening to the fat old man spew his dogma that made his ears burn. Angelea and Ariel bowed to his Holiness and the two leading superiors- Father Constantine and Mother Katherine- who represented their Order of their homeland here. Angelea held the cross up in her palms, for all to see, and nodded to Ariel, bending her knees to curtsy in respect. Ariel swiftly removed his sword from the protection of the scabbard and raised the blade of his sword in front of his face, saluting back before the command to begin was given. Angelea spun the cross over her head and brought it down, the point facing Ariel, who let the blade of the sword appear to fall to the ground on his right side, letting his left arm hang by his side, though those experience enough could tell the motion was fast but controlled as the blade didn’t clang or dig into the floor. She knew he had much more skill and experience, and she knew that right now, she was being baited, but she didn’t know how to respond. Slowly circling, she looked at his knees, his shoulders, his grip on the sword, looking for anything she could use to her advantage as David have taught her, trying to force the nervousness and the beating of her heart out of her mind.
   She knew she had to think, she had to plan: without the rear section forming the cross, her weapon was just a silver spear, and she had about a foot of reach over him, but his Flamberge, ignoring the wavy appearance, was still a great sword, meant to cut through spears and pikes, meaning she would have to dodge his attacks rather than block or risk having her weapon be destroyed, making her glad she had stretched beforehand. In his current position Ariel could swing the sword low toward her legs, which would catch most off guard, but he would have to readjust with his other hand before he could attack again; or he could swing the blade vertically to defend and then swing down, a safer, more defensive move, a move which was not her friend’s style: he would swing low. She rushed in, thrusting the sharp point of the spear towards his chest, she expected him to dodge, which he did, but she knew she had to at least look like she was trying to hurt him, even though every fiber in her being hated her situation.
   Ariel ducked her attack and swung low for her legs and while he was surprised that she managed to jump over his low attack, he was more proud to see that level of skill from her. It won’t be enough. He thought as hespun to his right, he stood up, and turned the blade so the flat would catch her on the back: she would be badly bruised, his intent was not to harm her too badly.
   Ariel was again surprised as she slipped the center of her weapon in between herself and the blade, though the impact threw her to the ground, Angelea rolled away, clutching the weapon to her chest to keep from losing it. Seeing an opportunity, Ariel raised his sword and stepped forward to swing down on her, only to see Angelea get up to one knee and throw the sharp point towards him with one hand. He let his hands swing behind his head, the flat of the blade slapping against the muscles of his back but the weight pulled him backward, away from the deadly silver point.
   Holding onto her weapon by the crossed end, Angelea pulled it back and regained her ready stance, slowly rising to her feet after the painful blow. She hoped it wouldn’t be counted against her so she had to take the offensive. She had practiced a combination David had called “Angel Fall” referring to Lucifer’s fall from grace, though she preferred to call it “Angel Wings”. She was about to implement it when Ariel began to move, slowly, the sword still hanging by his arms behind him, though it’s weight was rested comfortable between his shoulders. As he moved around her in a circle, a subtle smirk growing on his lips, Angelea couldn’t help but feel stalked, the image of a wolf slowly circling a small rabbit popped in her mind. She would not be so easily defeated, and she forced the image out of her head, and watched his body, slowly stalking her, moving almost casually, until she leaped forward thrusting repeatedly at his head and body.
   Ariel spun himself backward against the first few attacks, using the blade on his back to parry her strikes before he bent over and slipped under the last attack, the spear scraping roughly across the wavy blade on his back. Ariel stepped towards her in circling steps, turned himself completely around, Angelea having to jump back to avoid the tip of the blade which extended back over his hips, the unusual attack almost catching her by surprise, and as his head came to face her again he let the momentum swing the large blade out at her, he straightened himself, only to see that Angela had sprawled herself under his attack. She looked up, their eyes met, to his surprise as he looked down at her, her seeming to say “I’m sorry” as she threw the crossed end up at him, the silver square bouncing hard off his chin; Ariel swinging the blade in front of him, to block a possible second attack as Angelea picked up her weapon and returned to her feet, to the applause of some members of the audience. Nero was impressed by Angelea’s skill and did not expect that she really could fight and had proven him wrong. But not good enough to stand against me in a fight, he thoughtas he crossed his arms. Vergil watched on silently calculating and pondering what kind of girl Angelea is and what she is capable of doing, learning her way of combat.
   Ariel looked at her, rubbing his injured chin “You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you, ma petit ange… perhaps I should start paying attention…” Angelea shook her head, he was trying to intimidate her because he knew she knew he was better, but she knew there was a chance, otherwise she’d be fighting someone else.
   Ariel raised the Flamberge above his head and moved forward to strike. Angelea raised her weapon between her hands instinctively to block, realizing that this would only result in her losing her weapon and that she had no chance in a hand to hand situation, so she shut her eyes tightly and jumped forward, hoping to hit Ariel again with the center of the weapon.
   As she moved in her spear caught the cross guard, pushing the hilt of the sword back into his chest, the rounded pommel bouncing roughly off his collar bone, causing an angry grunt of pain. He swung the sword back over his head and behind his back, planting the point on the ground and spinning on it to move away from Angelea, twisting his arm so he faced the blade to keep the sword between him and her. She struck with the side of the pointed end, then the cross end then the point again, Ariel pivoting and stepping to use the sword as a wall against her. After her fourth strike, Ariel threw his hand out, as if to slap her face. Though it was only a distraction and he was already pulling back when she looked at it, if he had committed it would have been a sure hit. Instead, he lifted the sword, rested it flat against his shoulder and charged into Angelea’s side, throwing her violently to the ground.
   As she felt the breath forced from her lungs she realized the next hit would decide her future, she had to give Angel Wings a try. Quickly rolling back to her feet, she held the spear with both hands near the center and swung downward with the point towards Ariels head. Seeing this move he quickly shifted his weight and raised the blade in defense, the sharp silver point stopping so close to his face his breath clouded the shiny silver spear. With his eyes focused on the deadly point, Angelea was able to slip the cross bar on the other end behind his knee and pulling up with all her strength, she pulled the leg out, Ariel leaning heavily on his remaining leg to keep his balance. Angelea pushed downward with the spear point, forcing his weight to the ground, Ariel landing hard on his back. He hooked Angelea’s legs with the cross guard of his sword, she gasped as she angled the point of her spear away quickly so that only the cross bar of the spear would come down across his neck, pinning him down. All his throw would do is cause the full weight of his friend to come down through the spear into the soft tissues of his neck. It might not be fatal but it would definitely hurt. Looking up into her eyes, Ariel let go of the sword and gave a wicked smirk.
   Angelea sighed; she hoped that signaled his surrender. Ariel, however, grabbed onto the shaft of her weapon with his hands, angled his body and with the strength of his legs, and kicked Angelea away. He pulled her weapon down towards him, ripping the cross shaped spear from Angelea’s delicate fingers. As she winced in pain, looking at her hands and grabbed her abdomen as she caught her balance from falling backwards; Ariel spun his legs and twisted to his feet, knocking Angelea over in the process, as one of his boots slammed into her head. She shook her head to regain her focus only to hear a sharp snap and see her beautiful silver spear clatter to the floor in pieces. Amazed at Ariel’s superhuman strength that she recalled he possessed, almost forgetting his ability of great strength. As she looked up, her vision still slightly blurred, she saw his form rushing towards her, and began to feel more like a small, trapped animal in the path of a great beast, ready to pounce her. She felt she had no chance against him without her weapon and felt she has certainly failed the exam now as she watched him come towards her for the final blow that would decide her fate.
   In fear, she closed her eyes and out of instinct, threw up her arms and hands in defense to somehow block the awaiting blow; she felt her body tingle as overwhelming warmth washed over her. A familiar feeling of intense energy came over every fiber of her being, and then moved through the muscles of her arms and hands that felt like it was released from her palms and fingertips. It was so intense that she found herself on the ground, wondering if Ariel had knocked her unconscious somehow, she was confused and felt light headed. The room was eerily silent as they watched the scene before them in disbelief, Nero gaped at Angelea, unsure if he saw what he just saw happen before him like all the rest in the room with wide eyes and gaping mouths. Vergil, his lifeless eyes widened, staring in disbelief, as he finally came to the realization as to why The Devil was after her, a wicked smirk slowly crept across his sunken pale face. David looked on with satisfaction as he crossed his arms; he was the only one who wasn’t surprised by the fact and was proud.
   Angelea looked over to Ariel, lying against the wall beneath a large crack; the sight of blood forcing Angelea to her shaky feet as she gasped in horror.
   Running over to her friend she cried out, “ARIEL!” between shaky breathes and tears.
   Ariel opened his eyes briefly, Angelea apologizing between sobs; she felt responsible, though she knew not why. She paused a moment, whimpering, when she noticed he was trying to speak,
   “….T-très bien, ma pitit… ange…. Le tournament e-est finit…” Ariel breathed before succumbing to unconsciousness.

GLOSSARY:
Latin Translations:
Ordo Pius Sanctus Caelestis:The Order of the Holy Saints of the Divine
Alatus Miles Sodalacium: Winged Warriors Society
Alatus Miles: Winged Warriors
French Translations:
Ma petit ange: My little angel
Très bien, ma pitit ange. Le tournament est finit: Very good, my little angel. The tournament is finished
Interesting Religious Information:
*The Eucharist and The Last Supper: The sacrament of Holy Communion, which is known as the Lords’ Supper. The blessed bread is the body of Christ and the blessed wine is the blood of Christ shed for our sins. An important thing I must mention is that in Judaism, the sacrificing of the lamb to cleanse you from sin is what was practiced back in the biblical times. Jesus Christ is the name known to many in Greek, also known as Yeshua (Joshua) in Hebrew, and is seen to the Christians as the Lamb of God; in Judaism and Islamic religions he is seen as a prophet and not the Son of God or of divinity. Believe it or not, Jesus is mentioned in the Qur’an more often than in the Bible.
Going back to the main point, the Last Supper where Yeshua takes the bread and wine, explaining the meaning in which it represents His sacrifice to all of humankind to which His blood will take away our sins if we accept it as the ultimate sacrifice of the Son and go willingly in following God. To go even further, the Last Supper is placed during the major Jewish holiday that is a weeklong festival known as the Passover (Pesach), which is what the twelve apostles and Yeshua are celebrating.
The Passover is commemorating the Hebrews’ exodus from Egypt and to symbolize their liberation. The blood of the lamb killed for Passover meal, as the Book of Exodus relates, was placed over the doors of the Hebrews, thus keeping the angel of death from entering their homes while the power of God “passed over” Egypt. The most significant meal, the Seder (Order)- that is what the men present in the Last Supper painting is partaking in- at which Jews eat several symbolic foods. The meal includes thin, flat bread made without yeast, recalling how there was no time for bread to rise in the Hebrews’ rush to leave Egypt. A salad of nuts and fruits, which represents the mortar, used by the Hebrews in their forced labor, and parsley dipped in saltwater and eating bitter herbs to remind themselves of the suffering of the Hebrews during their oppression. And lastly, a shank bone of lamb or other animal, representing the sacrificial lamb to which such a bone was not present during the Last Supper, symbolizing that Yeshua (Jesus) is to be the sacrificial lamb that will bring everlasting life instead of death.
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