Fun little short story on why you don't eat a woman on their periods chocolate. Men take notes please.
This popped up in my head because I was reading an article about female serial killers and who doesn't love a crazy Kyrie?
Capcom's characters. If they were mine, Kyrie would have died the same time Santus was killed.
This had to be the top most grotesque fight Dante had ever witnessed to take place in his entire life. That sweet girl, what was her name again? Katy? Kylie? Kyrie was ripping the kid a new one. Her hands drenched in Nero's blood and the kids chest torn to shreds by the knife the not so angelic girl held in her hand. Each time the skin began to knit itself back together the pre-bloody blade would rip apart the section that was healing. That was pretty scary to watch. Dante did not have the guts to go and stop the girl from preforming such vile acts to Nero. Sure, he could easily pin her down and talk sense into her; she was just a human, but a human that could make the whole town against him in a blink of an eye. Girls like that should not be messed with.
Kyrie's silk dress was stain in blood due to her violent actions towards her friend, or per-say boyfriend. Clearly he was no longer considered as such. Wiping her hands on the dress, she cleaned her basic kitchen knife as well. The knife was set down on the counter next to a bottle of pure rubbing alcohol which she picked up right after. The other hand pulling needle and thread from the table as she passed. Her eyes wore a dead look and her cold piercing eyes would make Vergil proud. Vergil, another person that would commit such acts as Kyrie did a moment ago.
The clear liquid seeped down into Nero's open wounds that for some horrendous reason would close at the speed of a normal human being. Kyrie must have known that would happen from interrupting the healing process. The liquid was like fire. It burned in ways that not even his facial expressions could show. The thin but long sewing needle with pink, yes pink; the very colour Nero hated, poked through the skin. Making neat stitches as she went; this girl made a new meaning to the word serial killer. How the hell did Nero fall in love with this girl?
"Kyrie! Please stop! This hurts!" Nero begged to her.
"Next time you should think twice about eating my chocolate when it's my time of month!" Kyrie yelled.
That had to be a law right? Dante knew that one so well thanks to Lady thinking it was okay to leave a king size bar of chocolate on his desk then walk away from it. He was spitting up bullets for weeks after that incident. Guess men got to learn it the hard way.
Dante just watches this happen XD He doesn't even try to help.