He let his sword swish, rustic red dripping off of it, flinging in a bloody crescent on the ground. The blade, now clean, was placed against it's wielder's back, it slowly melting away to wait for it's master's call.
"How long are you gonna follow me for?"
A head of albino hair only swished slightly when he shifted his weight. A red trench-coat hung on his shoulders, almost covering his black button-up that was always un-tucked. It seemed to melt with the charcoal black pants the man wore. Silver eyes rolled lazily as they flickered to the man that he addressed.
There, of course, was no answer, but the man did come to stand beside the devil hunter. Dante, that was the albino's name, drank in the man once again. His bright orange locks were long,letting his bangs drop into his eyes, A chain tattoo wrapped around the man's right arm, his sleeve torn from the strange robe the man wore. His jaw was sharp, much like Dante's. Chocolate eyes stared blankly at the scene before them.
Different body-parts were slew everywhere. They were quickly dissolving, as every demon corpse did. The blood of every slain creature was mingling together before evaporating.
The orange-haired man simply shook his head, his lifeless eyes staring coldly into Dante's silver. The albino sighed, and started toward his home and headquarters.
Devil May Cry
The orange-haired male vanished, leaving no trace of him.
Dante walked into the run-down building of Devil May Cry, finding Patty, a small girl that seemed to be cleaning at the moment.
"Dante! How'd the job go?" Patty exclaimed, finally noticing the door opening.
The albino waved, grunted, and threw himself onto the couch. Virgil, Dante's twin brother, walked into the room, face glued to his book. Dante, not missing his chance, threw a pizza box at him, one that Patty hadn't gotten to yet. To his disappointment, Virgil dodged and glared at him. Dante tsked and relaxed into the couch. Virgil sniffed, then looked back at his brother.
"You smell of death," Vigil stated.
"Did just get done with a mission," Dante pointed out.
"No, not like you smell of dead demon, you smell of death..." Vigil scrunched up his nose.
Dante, being Dante, took his shirt and smelled it. He shrugged, and went back to lazing.
"There was a guy there, the one I told you about. The weird one with orange hair," Dante yawned.
"So are you saying that that guy is the Death?" Patty asked, just finishing with Dante's desk.
Dante shrugged, Virgil sighing. The doors opened once again, catching the attention of all the people in the room. Virgil gasped, taking in the sight before him. It was the man his brother had described.
"Hey," Dante greeted with a wave, Virgil glared at him all the while.
"Can we help you...?" Virgil asked, his face softening.
"Ichigo."
Dante raised a brow. It was the first time he had heard the man speak. Ichigo, as he was now dubbed, walked gracefully over to Virgil, who stepped back a bit. A silent chuckle left Ichigo's lips, knowing why he was being apprehensive. He, himself, could smell the death that rolled off of him. Virgil, who was being cautious, eyed the man's katana at his side. It's guard was spiraled, the handle a mix of darkness and crimson.
"So, you're this Death I've heard so much about?" Patty asked in curiosity.
A calming smile was what she was met with, making her pout that he didn't answer.
"So what is it you want? Your usually on my missions, why drop by?" Dante asked from his spot on the couch.
"I want you to see something. Come, Sons of Sparta," Ichigo stated, his tone dead, his face once again emotionless.
"Hey, wait!" Virgil called and went to grab the man, but he disappeared before he got to him.
Ichigo reappeared by the door only milliseconds later, urging the brothers to follow. Dante grunted, but rose from his lounge. Virgil followed begrudgingly and told Patty to close up. They followed the reaper, him being much faster than both the brothers. Ichigo suddenly stopped, making the boys halt. Ichigo simply pointed.
Following his finger, the boys were in for a gruesome sight.
