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Dreams Will Be Made Of These	By : Britt_601 Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 3810 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 8: And Action, No Wait, Cut! Pt. 3

Now that Nero was in the backyard like he should have been originally, the brat could finish the job and tag-team with him later. It also gave Dante a chance to avoid odd stares or questions from the youth about the whole head-groping thing. She readied to kill the punk and he needed to protect him. Though his plan of execution... wasn't really the proper way to go about it.

The half-hell flipped over a couch and found Ivory, readying to grab the weapon when one of the she-demon's feet stepped on top of her. She thrusted her pincer forward, intending on decapitating him as he side-blocked the attack with his forearm.

Her stinger lunged to stab him in his chest but he caught the burden in his hand, holding on tight. A tiny jolt ran through his finger, remembering the stubborn sliver still embedded in his left forefinger. She thrashed about in violent vigor, intending to release the extra weight from her tail again. Dante wanted to know what her problem remained to be, and why she craved to kill him so badly, besides the obvious reason.

He jumped on her back, stinger resting over his left shoulder, the demoness using her muscles to shake it out of his grip. Sun-kissed mounds jiggled with her every movement, Dante pointedly leaning over her shoulder to watch her breasts bounce without restraint.

Annoyance simmered in her being at his boyish impudence, snapping at the half-breed by throwing her arm over her shoulder but he moved his head to evade her attack.

"Get off of me you in-breed!"

"Hey, watch that potty mouth of yours!"

"You disgrace the meaning of the word 'demon'!"

"Speaking of disgrace, did someone forget to look in the mirror getting dressed this morning?"

"I will not be insulted by the son of a traitor!"

He scoffed. "Hey, newsflash sweet tits. I am not responsible for the shit my father did. Come to think it, if one guy made the world of Hell look like the greatest joke ever told, then I wouldn't mind taking some credit for it."

A deep, frustrated scream escaped her lungs, jumping towards the ceiling to make the elder collide with it. Before it connected to his back, he shoved the lady's stinger into her neck, kicking himself off of her just in time.

She hissed in pain, latching onto the ceiling while the hybrid dived down and retrieved Ivory. He gave his platinum beauty a once over to see if she'd been scarred. Satisfied that she looked as pretty as ever, the chieftain holstered his pistol while Ms. Attitude leapt from the roof to try to smash the half-devil into oblivion. Dante somersaulted out of the way, unholstering both guns to aim at the scorpion lady as soon as he landed on his feet.

"So," the hunter started, twirling his prized, twin ladies around. "What should I call you while I'm working on sending you back to your shitty home? Mary, Carrie, she-bitch… Anna?"

"My name, you cursed half-breed, is Eusimalkia-Nge," she said, drawling every word as if her title should be said with great care. She flicked her hair over her left shoulder, producing an enigmatic air about her, as if royal blood flowed through her veins. She continued, "and it shall forever be remembered in the annals of Hell for I will be the one to end your existence!"

Nero shook his noggin, stabilizing himself from his dazed state. He guessed his haziness fell upon him by way of those damned Soul Eaters, aided by that uppercut that sent him reeling… into Dante's groin of all places.

How he landed in that position escaped his reasoning, even though she intended for it to happen as such. Still, what on earth possessed the elder to smother him in his lap? And if she geared to behead him, why didn't Dante kick him to safety?

The teen felt the terrain ripple, temporarily forgetting where he landed. His slow movements allowed the artificial monster to propel itself out of the ground, head-butting Nero dead on in his mid-section. He snarled a shout, withdrawing his double revolver and shot once at the offending demon to buy him some time. A familiar clicking of his pistol let him know his gun cartridge ran out of ammunition.

While the other Cutlasses stalked their prey, the youth grabbed a magazine out of his jacket, scooting to one side as a Cutlass glided past him, leaving a deep groove in the earth's crust.

His right hand threw the munition in an arc above him, emptying the shells with his left. His human hand lifted Blue Rose to connect with the new ammo, each slug sliding perfectly into its designated slot. The earth rippled beneath him again, but he reached in with his devil bringer and snatched the flying trawl out of the hole.

He stood up and swung the goblin four times before launching the demon into its brethren. The next moron nearest to him received a similar fate; it whirled the same as he did the bait before, throwing it into its buddies.

The youngster rose too soon, a heavy sensation pressuring his knees to buckle. His endurance slowly gave way to exhaustion, not having enough to call his demonic limb to offer the magical bullets for his pistol, yet he would be damned if he would quit because his stamina lacked drive.

An accursed fish disappeared into the soil, its fin glowing a bright red. Three more Cutlasses circled him, seemingly to provide cover for the one submerged into the earth. Fired shots echoed around him, the ghostly specter of his right arm reaching for a selected target, but the sly fucker feigned and banked to the left. While he busied himself with the lone Cutlass, the underground fish shot out of the dusty turf and up into the air, taking Nero along with it as well.

A strained scream tore through his lungs as another head butt caught him in his stomach, landing hard before languidly rolling back onto his feet. His endurance couldn't sustain the weakness washing over him, almost wishing those Cutlasses were Dante so he can chop him into pieces. He hoped that dark-pink, coat wearing bastard got his ass sautéed by that witch.

Stop these foolish thoughts. You want him.

“That's it!” Nero roared, rage fueling his body where his energy ran out. He charged up Blue Rose and shot the quarry that sent him soaring. The bullets struck the artificial-fish into its side, stunned from the sudden impact laying flat on the terrain, finding itself sailing towards the angry human-demon.

Tired muscles lifted Red Queen over his head and slammed into it, taking minimal glee in thrashing the bogy, though a little faster and with more power. Repeatedly the action brought a small smile upon his face, discovering ways to release his pent-up anger on the offending creature. Tormented screams ripped from the creature's mouth as Nero smashed into its core; the fiend stuck between the slam of the sword and the ground.

Shouldn't you be making something else bounce?

"Shut up!" Nero let out a thunderous roar, snagging the next artificial-fish to him, gripping its fin with his devil bringer. He jumped on top of the hexed sushi to pull its flipper backwards, intending on snapping its neck in agonizing pain.

The Cutlass thrashed its tail, arms flailing in distress, screeching its anguish the further the teen pulled in reverse. Its brethren heard its cry, vanishing into the ground and catapulting in the air a moment later, planning to crash down with their razor-sharp fins. Nero jerked his scaly arm, successfully breaking the spine of the inbred fish, back-flipping in time to see the airborne freaks sink into the earth.

Eight blue slender, triangle-shaped tentacles emerged beneath the youth; the ridges glowing brightly to rival Nero's own right hand. The youngster stood in a trance in the middle of the odd object before immediately leaping to the side, avoiding the thing swallowing him whole.

"What the hell?" The partial-hybrid scrunched his face as the strips came up from its lanky shape to form an ugly mug; minus a mouth because the mouth was the… head. Large crimson eyes glared at Nero before sinking underneath the damp, brown surface again.

Dante said these things appeared under him every few seconds after he defeated that plant lady in the Mitis forest in Fortuna. Perhaps they didn't follow the teen because he didn't kill that she-viper in the woodlands, but how come they were here now?

Do not let it swallow you. That is your position for him.

Salmon-pink labiums puckered to retort something smart to his inner devil when another Cutlass knocked him in the spine, landing him in front of the gray fountain the Cutlasses surrounded earlier. Red Queen saved him from further bruising his injured back after spending most of the morning falling on it.

Cerulean eyes peered up onto the effigy, entranced that such a thing stood out here in the middle of nowhere. The woman held her hands up, shielding her face away from cloaked savages aimed to swipe at her with its scythe, ugly things looking like that troll from the movie obsessed with some gold ring.

Two scythes curved in an arc to swing down onto her posterior. The last ghoul squatted near her legs, its mouth lined with rows of sharp, decaying teeth positioned to take a chunk out of her. Clenched teeth and down-turned lips told of her agony, pain, and fear, and if he squinted hard enough he swore he saw clear streaks trailing over her cheeks.

As sick as it may have sounded, he admitted to the beauty of the beautiful yet grotesque formation, like it belonged in a museum representing some great tragedy... minus the gold knife sticking from her chest.

He lifted to rest on his haunches, smelling thick fumes of copper, seeing, in fact, dark red trails gliding down her back. It couldn't be possible for the effigy to bleed, but the pose seemed so life-like…

He hopped into the air before the multi-legged creature connected its limbs to form that hideous mug again. Nero spotted the swirling fish above and fired several rounds into it; the live sushi falling onto its side from lead overdose.

Gathering magical energy beneath his feet he double-jumped, snatching the rogue along with him, descending to the ground shortly after with the ugly fish in his right hand. Twirling the accursed around topped his agenda when that damned blue monster showed up underneath him again. He had to let the sea critter go as he dodged yet another chance at being swallowed.

"How fucking many are there!" he snarled, his devil bringer twitching to unleash the raw power lying dormant within the scaly armor. Charging up Blue Rose to the max, he fired off charged bullets, regaining his footing from the revolver's recoil. The Fault retreated too slowly, having two sets of slugs bust a hole open into its skull before it sank dead into the earth.

"That's what'cha get for not using your 'head' buddy," Nero allowed himself to laugh at his own corny joke, but would've laughed longer if the other Cutlass ceased to interrupt him.

A fin emblazoned in red shot off in Nero's direction, intent to slice the partial-devil in half. The young hunter skidded backwards, unholstering his sword as he revved up the handle; pivoting on his right foot to twirl Red Queen at an angle to counter the attack. The demon squealed in agony, flames engulfed its flesh in wicked delight, searing and sizzling as the fire melted its form into nothing. Alert pools of baby blue irises saw the last fish disappearing and reappeared in a snake-like pattern.

The youth's enthusiasm to see these creatures dead fueled his actions, sensing his body catch up to his movements. His belly held no food inside, running on fumes since this morning. As if to insult his memory, he remembered telling the chief that he should have ate instead of playing sleep at his desk; Nero's tummy grumbling to demand nourishment. Now.

His stomach could wait; he just had one more to eviscerate.

The devil bringer drove forward to catch the trawl in its clutches... surprisingly it worked. It didn't try to evade his grasp or swivel around; might have taken damage earlier in the tussle.

Two quick slashes hit the demon with his trusted sword and paused, drawing his internal energy to finish off the Cutlass and re-group with Dante's bossy ass.

Challenging his authority is futile.

The annoyed hellion finished off the rapid carving to the damned fish in anger, right hand and knee resting on the ground from the rough force of the swings. No logical explanation came forth to the reason of his inner nightmare sputtering out shit like that. He'll have sex with Kyrie when they were both ready, so what the hell was its problem?

A surge of some indescribable sensation coursed through his being; the dizzy feeling he had before came back with a vengeance. His insides tumbled around back and forth, up and down, sideways and diagonally; allowing him to perceive the effects his outside movements bore on his overall physiological being.

Warm, chunky liquid shot up his windpipe to eject the contents through his mouth. The thick, off-white innards held the meal, or lack thereof, that had not quite settled in the youngster's stomach.

Dante's repeated consumption of pizza led Nero to almost refute the food, yet his laziness triumphed over his need to go out and get food, seeing how Dante happily shared the grub with him.

"Anybody want calamari?" Nero brought his shaky human hand up to wipe his lips. Taking a nap right then seemed like an appealing idea… had it not been for eight slender blue ridges encircling him on each side.

"Aw, fuck me!"

There is no enjoyment to be had from that.

"Aw… fuck me!" Dante grimaced. "How the hell am I supposed to remember that?"

"It sounds pleasant on your dying breath."

Eusimalkia charged the veteran but he sidestepped her attack, bashing her in the back of her head with the butt of Rebellion. She flogged her tail, breaking tables and whacking down pictures, striving to stab the halfling.

She spun around, swinging her human hand to punch the mongrel only to find him missing. Electricity crackled, lifting the hairs on her arms, yet she could not tell where the sound originated. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a red line speeding towards her.

The Hell-cat jumped over the energy, unsuccessful to determine where the half-breed had gone. She landed on the ground, narrowed eyes omitted the second wave of pure bedeviled magic, smacking her along the right, temporarily knocking her down onto said side. The third wave damaged the already exposed meat on her end piece, weakening her porcelain-like armor.

Dante landed in front of the demoness, seeing no reason to let her live, else he let her escape and she starts her “Sparda” bullshit again; readying Rebellion to cleave her head.

In the blink of an eye she twirled around, spraying green, acidic liquid from her mouth across the hunter's face. Dante hissed and recoiled, the toxin eating away at his skin, baring blood and muscle on his chiseled left cheek. He moved from the vapors rising from the acid, registering violent spasms of pain originate from his already sore jaw.

It didn't click with his mind when his back hit the hardened clay outside, just the aggressive spikes piercing his chin.

Calm breaths stole his focus, taming his dark side from breaking free from his imprisonment . How strange, he thought, to want to shred this witch to pieces after she punched him a couple times.

The she-hell looked out the window, the demons once swiveling the fountain diminished thanks to that childish wretch. Alas, the ritualistic rights to her ascension had faltered, by conventional means.

The coveted prize for the Queen of the Spirits maintained something that few knew about; more or less able to achieve. To gain the desired crown, she had to find Aventurine gemstones, find a solicitor of the dark arts to poison them, and rectify fountains to suck the souls of the fated into the statues. With this newfound ability, she had enough power to raise a hellish, undead army of the unrighteously damned, shielding this pathetic world in unlimited darkness.

Finding a curator of black magic was the easy part.

An understudy of a now-dead scientist heard of her through the infernal community, seeking to become like her in exchange for the information she sought.

Finding a virgin was the hardest part for the statue.

Demons flock to a virgin's wholesome scent, an insatiable urge to defile their pure and innocent essence drew the condemned to them.

With the poisoned gemstone inside a blade, the demoness stabbed the virtuous girl and... taunted the demons by dragging the damsel near them. The virgin's pure nectar and savory blood wafted in the air, making the bloodthirsty creatures increase their efforts to have her. The evil stone's magic worked, withdrawing what puny auras the Hellish monsters called souls had and gathered in the gem. Then the statuette formed, freezing them into their final movement of action.

Twelve fountains needed to erect for the ritual. When all twelve stood strong she would chant a spell, opening a tunnel in which the souls would enter her body, claiming her status as a rightful queen.

Regrettably, this idiotic buxom blonde and some onerous dark-haired human destroyed all her fountains. She just destroyed the first one she created in this backyard... and the last. After months of planning, searching, and finding it was a lost cause. She nearly exhausted her resources, unable to keep the momentum going.

Yet she constructed a fail safe in case of such an event.

If she could get her hands on a powerful demon, stab him with the poisoned knife then devour his heart, the process can be saved. On this plane there was only one who fit the bill, protecting those weaker than him with the strong soul he harvested.

His name rung in the deepest annals of the Underworld, able to seal the devil prince Mundus away but where that gloating tyrant failed she would succeed. The devil prince lived in his foolishness, believing his arrogance would best the son of Sparda.

Through a connected string of concealed networking did she discover his place of business, and obtained his number, formulating a quick plan.

"It must wreak your pitiful heart when you can't save a poor, insignificant human," she boasted, hopping outside the window to smell the strong scent of dead, degenerative aura.

The red hunter recovered from the impact, making sure to stay away from her before he unleashed the beast―free of reign.

"Don't you have a big enough head to realize that whatever it is—" Dante scrunched his eyes closed with his fingers, opening them to survey the area; barely noticing a splotch of white locks at the opposite end of the field hacking away at his favorite friends. "—you're up to ain't gonna work? You dumbasses keep doing the same shit expecting different results.”

Eusimalkia's finger pointed to the statue, walking her way closer to him.

"Elisa Carmen. Twenty-two years of age. 5'11. Curvaceously slim. Creamy hazelnut complexion… sacrificial virgin." The she-scorpion read facts on the woman like she called it off a paper, smoothing her hair over from its ruffled state.

Dante solidified his movements at her last phrase, knitting his eyebrows in confusion. The red one looked over to the figure and saw the four brutes attacking what appeared to be the young girl. So this the statue she needed to complete her worthless quest for dominance?

Devils toiling with the innocent and weak soon joined those they murdered by his might.

Virgins had targets painted on their backs, attracting unwanted attention from the damned. Depending on what devil it attracted, a virgin's option for sacrifice, sexual gratification, dismemberment or a breeding host increased over a random human a monster chose to torment. Thanks to his efforts of keeping the demonic numbers low it didn't happen, much.

She continued. "Since your partner has killed off my quarry, I have to attain my power through other means."

The half-hell and the vixen circled each other; Dante with the look of cool indifference on his face and the she-scorpion smirking in all her glory.

"In order to create a fountain like that, you have to summon these lifeless rascals and trick them into sacrificing their souls to make it work. But I am low on time and patience. So I decided to go with the easier route. I devour your heart, I become a true queen, so lets make this so, shall we?”

She held out her palm, the knife once sticking inside the girl's bosom flew into her human hand. He glanced behind him, whispers of distorted screams filling the air before the fountain collapsed, dissolving into dark-gray sand.

Dante breathed in deeply, stretching out the muscles in his neck, gaining a hold of his devil side to stop him from coming through and slaughtering her to pieces. It tempted him to let it out, to pull her heart out and watch her watch him feast on her soul. But he couldn't ingest something so foul, it was hardly anything to take joy in.

She wasn't worth it.

A/N: The she-witch's name (Eusimalkia-Nge)is pronounced U-see-mal-key-yaa-ne-Gee. It's Swahili for "Dark Scorpion Queen" or "Queen of the Dark Scorpions." I'm sorry if any of you broke your tongues trying to pronounce her name, lol. She wasn't supposed to have that big of a role, but it just turned out that way.

I just had to put the Faults in there because they make Dante's life a living nightmare in the game. I noticed they don't follow Nero in DMC4, probably because the Hell Gate supplied magical energy and when Dante destroyed it the sought more energy.

I'll see you guys again in a few days! :D
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