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But surely, Sparda could help!
"Mother? Mother!"
He would if he could, angel.
Heat, fire, shouts. Not even shouts, they sounded too inhuman to be categorized as shouts.
Bays…that's what they were.
They were baying like wild animals…
"MOTHER!"
Why can't he help now?
Desperate, the young woman jumped down the marble staircase, the hem of her dress tearing under her foot.
"Mama…Mom…Mother…" she whimpered, tears spilling from her eyes as she reached the end of the corridor.
She skidding to a brief stop then proceeding down the elaborate hallway. Smoke had begun to creep through the windows, her lungs beginning to burn the more she breathed.
Where is she? Mother! Please, whatever God can hear me…
"Mother! Where are you?"
…let her be alive…let me find her alive!
There was a whistling and then an explosion. Debris blasted through the air and the woman covered her face. Smoke stung her eyes and she felt fresh cuts on her face, but she didn't care.
"Mother!" she gagged, spinning around frantically, "Mother! Where are you! MOTHER!"
Please be alive! Please be alive…please…
As if answering her prayer, her mother called out,
"I'm here, my daughter."
Whipping around, the daughter sprinted back towards the mahogany door, ripping it open.
"Mother, we have to leave! Come on, we can go—"
"My angel, you know that it will do no good. Do you really want to look like a coward?"
"Of course not! But I—"
"Angel, it is no use. Nothing can be done to stop this. I know what I foresaw—''
"Let me fight!" her daughter bemoaned desperately, "I can fight! You know I can! Let me assist our knights…let me defend you and our castle!"
The queen could only smile at her courageous daughter, her long, slender hand pushing back a silky curl behind her daughter's ear.
"You know you're not strong enough to defeat what's out there…"
"Let me use Father's sword! I know it'll help—!"
The queen stood, silencing her daughter, her emerald green dress cascading around her ankles as she strode over to the wide window, her eyes surveying the charging knights.
There is nothing else we can do…but we will not lose without a fight.
Her men stood ready, prepared for battle, and the queen closed her eyes as battle cries rang through the air. The princess tensed as there was a whistling noise and an ear shattering crash, the queen wincing.
"There is no hope for me…but, you can escape though…" the majesty whispered, two tears rolling down her rosy cheeks, and the blood red sun making her auburn hair shine.
"Mother…"
"You have to escape…you will escape…go…now!" the queen exclaimed, her arms wrapping around her stunned daughter, "these creatures attacking us are not ones we are familiar with! You must leave…you can't fight them!"
"I'm not leaving you!" The princess clasped her mother and resisted being pushed away.
"You have to," the queen whispered, "you have to leave now. You'll return one day though. You'll come back and you'll know what to do."
"But Mother-!" the princess cried as her only parent pushed her towards the door.
"You must go! Go now!"
There was a trickling sound and the queen's breath stopped.
It can't be-!
Pausing for a moment, the princess caught glance of the green vines twisting into the window. Her mouth dropped open as she resisted her mother's pushing her out of the room.
"MOTHER!"
"Run! Run and don't stop until you are far away from here!" Tears poured from the mother's eyes and the princess resisted one last time.
"If you have any loyalty to me or your country, you'll do as I say! Go! Now!"
The princess let out a cry as the mahogany door was slammed shut in front of her.
"NO!" she pounded on the door.
There was more slithering and she pressed her ear against the door, attempting to open it. A second explosion jolted her and debris impregnated the elegant hall in dust, blood and gunpowder. Still, she attempted to claw her way back into the room, where her mother faced the gruesome death she had foreseen herself die countless times.
"I'll drag you straight to Hell," the princess heard her mother hiss.
There was a sickening crack of bones, the queen's last cry suppressed by her own will and the princess fell back as the splatter of blood sounded. Scarlet blood trickled beneath the door, the princess's eyes widening in horror. Screams were strangled in her throat and she tried not to sob.
Outside, fire filled the air and the princess could feel the scorch of the flames. Lightheaded and lungs burning, the princess reluctantly fled from the scene, tears flooding down her face.
You'll return one day…
The storm of metal boots almost deafened the defenseless princess, shadows of shapeless, unfamiliar demons morphed onto the walls. Ducking behind a drapery, the princess remained still, holding her breath as the demons passed. She bit her lower lip to keep from crying out, the forms straight out of a childhood nightmare.
"Find the princess," one voice commanded.
So inhuman…demonic…cold…
Sparda, where are you? Sparda…please help!
The princess carefully felt behind her to grip the passageway's handle. Slowly, she slid the door open as the three demons—barely four feet in front of her—bickered and strategized, hopefully none of them sensing her pounding heart.
"Princess," one of them beckoned in a low, silky voice. "Come here, princess."
Run.
"Princess," the head slowly turned toward the drapery and the princess felt her body freeze.
Open…come on…
The passageway slid open and the woman slipped inside just enough to spare herself the horror of looking into the petrifying red eyes.
Heart pounding and door locked best to her ability, the princess removed her heeled shoes and sprinted down the passage, daring not to look back. She heard the pounding of hooves and roars of anticipation, cries escaping her throat in gasping sounds.
She ran for what seemed hours, glancing back into the raging darkness, running underneath the battleground where her own defenders were being brutally murdered. Men hollered and monsters screeched. Fire scorched and angels fell. Heroes vomited blood and were left behind in pieces as her castle was burned.
She stumbled countless times, hitting her head against the stone walls and floor numerous times. Dazed but refusing to give up, the princess struggled to the end doorway, having no idea where she would be next. Pushing it open, the princess slipped once more, falling into a rain puddle and felt blood drip onto her hand. She felt her head, feeling multiple scrapes and cuts, her body burned and bruised.
Don't look back…keep going…
Gasping and lost, the princess wandered for what seemed miles into an unfamiliar forest. She hugged herself, lost, alone and desperate.
Everything was gone.
She had nowhere to run…nowhere to hide.
"Mother…"
The world turned black, her memory failing her as to where she was or what she was told to do. She dropped to her knees, lungs begging for oxygen, the world disappearing before her eyes.
Hours Later…
The doorbell rang. At this hour, that was strange, especially for Trish, unless of course, Dante or Lady needed her for something. Even so, their stopping by at this hour was sort of out of character. They never came by this late…even if it was an emergency.
Despite this, Trish forfeited her rare spell of sleep to answer her door.
"Yes?"
She answered, peering out into the misty rain and saw no one.
Odd, she thought before closing the door, but she then stopped.
"What the-? Hey! Are you alright!"
Trish stepped outside, picking up a young woman laying unconscious on the concrete.
"How in the world did you get here?" Trish wondered aloud, but the lady remained motionless.
Trish observed out into the road, but it was deserted.
What in the world is going on?
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