The year was coming to a close quickly; age-old ceremonies of the faith were taking place on Fortuna Island. The abandoned Fortuna Castle was in shambles, the former chambers of his Holiness lay unscathed, sheltered in the dust of time and decomposition. Something was stirring, a wickedness, waiting to bring about the end of days. Oculus Diavolo, the reason for the sudden epiphany of belief for the people of Fortuna had appeared. The prophets had predicted the sign in the sky, the blood red moon, what they hadn't foreseen was the chain of events that followed soon after. The city streets were quiet, almost violently so. The only noise was that of the churches, worshipping the omniscient goddess of time and space. The golden goddess, the protector and the savior. The light in the darkness that seemed to shine the brightest in times of chaos. People were praying for protection from the entities of hell, a deliverance from the heart of devils. Food stalls were abandoned, dust covered rosaries were cleaned and garnished the necks of worshippers once again. For if the foretelling was fulfilled, it meant that it was the end of days.
The gateway to hell opened, releasing a multitude of hideous demons unto the world. However, the gateway did not remain open for long, it closed only moments after; it seemed to need some kind of appeasement to remain unlocked.
Blue, young eyes, ferocious with hatred for the demonic creatures, burned with a passion to destroy the demons and everything they hoped to create. Blue fire burned in his eyes as his lips turned down in a frown. A breeze lifted his silvery hair off his face for a split second and let it fall indefinitely back onto his forehead. He would slaughter every last one of those things, even if they begged him not to…he would make sure every last one of them would develop a taste for the heavy, lead bullets in the Blue Rose. Without warning, the serious young man smiled to himself. Why make the demons suffer at the loss of the Red Queen? He looked at his oddity of a right arm. Damn the demons. He had no right to make them suffer for him not wanting to use his own sword. Smiling at his thoughts, he finally decided that he would have to bring the Red Queen, for it would be impolite to do otherwise.
Meanwhile:
A pair of equally azure eyes looked upon the world with unreserved repulsion, 'what a hideous world…' a kind of cool enjoyment seemed to drift across this mans elegant, attractive facial features. The wind tried to move his platinum locks, but they were spiked so violently, there was no way a simple gust could bring them down. His fine lips formed into an evil sneer 'now all I have to do is find her…' He unsheathed the Yamato with ease, studying its craftsmanship. He smiled as he re-sheathed it, he could never use the blade on her, the future mother of his offspring. The one who would bare his children. The girl he had been waiting his whole life for, the one who was to rule the world with him.
At The Exact Same Moment:
Unforgivably electric, blue eyes looked upon the situation with a look that would have been called 'less than serious'. A loopy grin found its way to his lips as he loaded a fresh magazine into the Ivory and another into the Ebony. His platinum locks falling in front of his face lazily. This was going to be one hell of a party. But knowing that his brother was behind the bash, it might not be as much fun as he had hoped. Who knew, maybe this time there would be more babes? He would have to leave that tidbit up to his twin.
At the Same Exact Second!
Mismatched eyes of pink and grey looked at the sky with worry. This was the sign of the faith. This was the sign that He was coming for her. The sign that He would take her as his bride and in so doing, consummate her human flesh with his demonic flesh thereby producing demonic offspring…the antichrist. She brushed her raven hair out of her eyes and tucked a lock behind her ear. She looked down at her trembling hands and they balled into fists. She would not give in so easily. She was a fighter damn it all! She wasn't about to marry the first demon that confessed his love to her! She was going to kick, scream, punch, bite and whatever else she could do to remain a virgin! No amount of sweet talk was going to change that. And if He intended to take her by force, well, He was going to find a lot of fight in his little consort. 'Do your worst' her eyes burned feminine fire as a new level of hatred for the demon kind welled in her heart.
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Dante sat aloof in his leather chair, his head tilted back to look at the ceiling. 'Any minute now' he thought to himself as he waited for the telltale knock. Dante was expecting a visitor.