Fragments of a Dove
Author's Notes, Warnings, Inspirations, and Disclaimers: Just so that we are all on the same page and so that none of you can say I didn't warn you. This work of fiction contains material that is religious in nature and contains material that you may or may not agree with. Also this work contains hints of romance between two people that are eighteen years apart, will eventually become full romance. This work will also contain characters that range along the religious spectrum of being extreme, laid back, hypocritical, and anywhere in between. If you are easily offended by works that show Christians in varying degrees of how they handle their faith personally and when in contact with others don't read this. Also if there are hints of incest in the past. The events of Devil May Cry four happened about two years prior to this fiction.
Characters/Orginizations of high note: Will be added to has the characters come into play
Michael – 18 year old girl who was conceived under unfavorable circumstances, the Dove that was prophesized, Morrison's niece, her friends call her Mika.
Dante - 36 years old, Devil Hunter who owns Devil May Cry and is hired by Morrison to protect his niece (I'm estimating here thinking that he is at least 18 in DMC 3 and then DMC takes place at least ten years later making him 28 and if we are going by the release date of the fourth game being how many years have passed in DMC 4 he was 34 and this takes place two years later making him 36)
Jasmine – 18 years old, English-American, Islamic friend of Michael's. Being trained by her father, another Devil Hunter that gets his contracts from Morrison, to be a Devil Hunter as well. Her family knows just about anyone who is anyone if every branch of the military and government officials in numerous countries.
Lilith – 18 years old, a Cheerleader friend of Mika and Jasmine. Practices Wicca behind her parents' back and can't wait to graduate from High School so she can move to a new town and live without fear.
Trish – ? years old Dante's old partner, clone of his mother and was at one time Mundus' puppet, as the ability to control over lighting and uses his father's old guns. How exactly do you count the clone years?
Lady – 35 years old, at one time she went by Mary; that is until after her father murdered her mother. She is the resident fire arms, lore, legends both urban and not, and bomb expert, a former gymnast, and thanks to her late mother's family can get just about anywhere with no one being the wiser.
Morrison – 37 years old, One of Dante's Agents and Michael's Uncle. If Lady can't get the transportation together to a job he can.
Also I think Morrison is his last name so I am naming him Gabriel for his first name.
This story was inspired by the movie Stigmata. Even so I did do some research on the actual Stigmata even so some fictional liberties were taken in the creation of the story. I also did some research on the Wiccan and the Muslim religion; having friends that are members of the religions and asking them any questions that I have.
Any characters or ideas that are owned by CAPCOM are not owned by me.
Thanks: Nikkiwalker, Sidrah, Kitsunefyu, Jamie, Kyia Star, and Cerridwenn who were a great help with this plot. Also many thanks to a friend of mine from High School Nat, who helped me with various things pertaining to the Mika's character in regards to her mental state and handling being attacked by her mom and other things of that nature.
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When one day gives way to the next,
When the veil is thin and transparent,
She will be born, the Dove of this World.
To save or to damn,
Is the choice to be made.
When the sacrifice of three is achieved
All will give witness to the Devil's Dove.
One hundred years after the Catholic Empire began to take hold of Europe, these words spoken by a prophetess were sealed away within the walls of the Vatican and were known only to the most privileged men and women. Two hundred years before this prophecy was to be fulfilled these words were stolen by a traitor to the Vatican's secret elite army and given to a dark organization that dabbled in devil worship and made contracts in blood and souls with devils. For two hundred years many women have been killed having these people think they were the Dove in the prophecy. For two hundred years all these women died in vain, but the day is at hand when the Dove shall be born and the fate of the world lies in her hands.
Thirteen Years Earlier Than Present Day____________________________________________________
Michael Morrison (called Mika by the few friends she had and her much loved uncle) stepped into the small room that her mother was resting in. She was hungry. In fact she was very hungry.
"Mamma," she called, entering the room. "Mamma, I'm hungry."
Michael's mother ignored her and continued to pray. This was not the first time she'd done so and .. Michael was used to being ignored; Uncle Gabriel said that her mamma was sick and that sometimes she needed to touch mamma to get her attention. Michael did just that and when Mamma jerked slightly, she expected Mamma to smile at her and make her lunch, like she normally did. That didn't happen this time. This time her Mamma pulled her to her knees beside her and pushed her forehead to the ground, before whispering a soft prayer that Michael had prayed all her life before bed.
"Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep. Should I die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take."
"Mamma?" asked Michael, looking up from the floor when she was done. "I'm hungry Mamma."
"Close your eyes Michael," she whispered, placing the palm of her hand over her daughter's eyes and laying her down on the floor. "Close your eyes, baby, close your eyes."
"Mamma?" whispered Michael.
Her mother said nothing and as Michael's eyes blinked a few times she noticed something in her mother's hands. She opened her eyes and screamed. Then pain came brief though it was it was still pain and the she heard shouting and her mamma screaming words then nothing.
Present day_________________________________________________________________
Michael, being unable to sleep, blinked back the memories of that night and wondered where they had come from and why they were bothering her now. She massaged her right shoulder slightly with her left hand; it was starting to hurt again. It did that whenever she thought of that night and again whenever it was going to rain. She hadn't thought of that night in years. Her therapist had been ecstatic when the nightmares had stopped haunting her on a constant basis. She sighed and rolled her head slightly working her shoulders to release any tension that had built there since she had been lost in a rather unwanted memory. She turned back to the portable stereo at her feet and turned it on, Rob Stuart blared from the speakers.
She inhaled deeply and closed her eyes and when she exhaled, opened them and ran down the blue mat guiding her body into a cartwheel and three back flips. She continued to do various tumbling moves to the music that would slowly build in intensity before going back down when she needed to cool down. Chumbawumba's, "Mary, Mary" came on and by then she could feel the sweat rolling down her body, between her shoulder blades and down her spine.
It was when one of the songs ended and she was standing in the corner of the mats that she noticed that a dove had somehow gotten into the room. She paused in her exercise and watched the bird fly around, wondering how exactly it got into the house, as much as she hated to do it, she's going to have to start her cool down sooner and then lock the creature inside until her uncle can take care of it in the morning, too late to do anything about it now. She sighed and cart wheeled her way to the music system to flip through the songs faster to start her cool down.
She was halfway finished with her cool down when she became aware of a scent reaching her nose, a familiar scent from church, of Frankincense and myrrh but there was also the smell of lilies. She came up from a cart wheel and paused, confused and a little afraid. The room temperature suddenly plunged and she wrapped her arms around herself as her breath came out in small puffs of smoke. She rushed over to her black, cotton hoody and pulled it on, zipping it up before rushing up the stairs. The cold and the smell seemed to follow her like a puppy as she made her way to the fireplace to start the gas fire going so it would start warming up the house. At least that was the plan; her night just sort of went to hell after that, the last thing she saw before her world was wrapped in pain was a dove flying past her to rest on the rolltop desk.
Elsewhere, Gabriel Morrison was tired, it had been a long day and all he wanted to do now was go home, take a shower, and get some sleep. Hopefully, all this would be accomplished without waking up his niece. He wanted to kill his father for naming her Michael before the man found out she was a girl, but he couldn't touch his father where he was and it wasn't worth the effort of even trying. He yawned as he drove his car down the streets of the city to reach his own street and thus his house. He had just dropped Dante off at the younger man's shop which also acted has Dante's place of residence. He would stop by later to deliver the money for the job.
Gabriel frowned slightly the closer he got to his house and wondered why he was suddenly felt more worried than tired. Perhaps being the liaison for Dante, along with being an old friend of said Devil Hunter and the other liaison, Enzo who was currently in hiding again, was starting to make him paranoid. He doubted it was serious, but just to make sure he mentally counted the amount of bullets left in his gun as he slowed his car down to make the turn onto his street. He got out of the car and broke into a run when he heard his niece, Michael, screaming from within the house. He fumbled with the door before kicking it down and running into the house. He froze when he saw his niece being whipped by an unseen force as her hands were held above her head by nothing.
"What the hell?" breathed the police officers as they stormed into the house and saw the two more lashes appear on her back before she collapsed to the ground unconscious.
Dream###########################################################
When Mika opened her eyes she found herself wearing a green hospital gown and was standing in undoubtedly the most beautiful garden she had ever seen and that was being cared for by the ultimate perfectionist. She turned around slowly to get her bearings taking in the feel of the softest grass with the greenest color beneath her feet. There was also the multitude of flowers that were in full bloom, showing off their rich colors as they filled the air with their sweet scents that mixed with the fresh air. The sound of birds singing filled the air along with the movement of animals on the forest floor and in the tree branches. The trees themselves were strong, tall and perfectly portioned, their leaves, flowers, and fruits were beautiful and deep with their various colors blending beautifully.
"Where am I?" she asked softly.
"Tell me little Dove," hissed a singing voice that seemed to be both in the distance and all around her. "What will you do? Will you cry and hide? Will you stand and fight? What will you do? The devil's son makes his way. The angel's son wants to play. What will you do?"
Mika followed the sweet voice's call through the trees until she came across one of the largest trees growing in the middle of a circle chamomile flowers with the thickest branches and the greenest leaves out of the entire garden. It was by far the most beautiful tree she had ever seen with a dark red fruit that was a cross between an apple and a pomegranate. She stepped closer to the tree until she was right below it and looked up into its branches where she saw something slithering its way down to her.
"What on earth?" she whispered, watching the large, emerald green snake hang on the lowest branch to stare into her eyes.
"Tell me little Dove," the snake continued to sing. "What will you do? When they place the world at your feet and in your hands? What will you do? What will you do? Will you save or destroy? Tell me sweet Dove what will you do? You have the whips of the Godchild on your back. You have the fate of the world in your hands. What will you do? Do you love the world with all you have? Do you hate the world through your tears? What will you do? The choice is up to you."
"Are you the serpent that they speak of in the book of Genesis?" she breathed in wonder.
"Very good little Dove," hissed the serpent, coiling loosely around her shoulders.
"Does that mean I am in the Garden of Eden?"
"You are."
"Why am I here?"
"To learn about your destiny," answered a female voice behind her.
"Learn what?" she asked, turning around to face another female.
Mika froze when she saw the woman that had been standing behind her. Her hair was a rich, wild dark brown color that hung loose around her face, down to her waist and her sea green eyes pierced into Mika's own eyes down into her soul. The woman she was staring at made her feel more exposed then she had ever felt and she fought down the urge to fidget with the stupid paper gown. The older woman's dark skin, reminded her of Jasmine's only with even more perfect skin. She also gave off a sense of power and control without being overly dominating; yet being willing to be dominated by someone under the condition that they understood she was being submissive because she wanted to be not because it was expected of her as a woman.
"Learn more about your role in life," answered the woman calmly. "Your destiny is tied to this world in more ways than you can even imagine."
Mika opened her mouth to ask another question, when she watched the woman's dark skin and hair pale to ivory and reddish blonde respectively as her green eyes became amber. Her open mouth was joined by her wide eyes as she stared in shock.
"You will come to understand all that in time," answered the pale, amber eyed woman while giving her a kind smile.
End dream*********************************************************************
Mika opened her eyes with a deep breath and found herself staring at the wall of a hospital room and her uncle sitting on a chair asleep.
"What on earth was that?" she asked softly.
Several Hours Later________________________________________________________________
Dante was sitting at his desk looking at one of his dirty magazines when Morrison walked into the shop, three hours late but at least he had his money. He raised an eyebrow at the man who looked like he had gotten no sleep.
"Morrison," said Dante, eyeing the older man somewhere between annoyance and surprise. "What's up? You're late."
"My niece is in the hospital," said Morrison, walking up to the desk.
"That sucks," said Dante, shrugging his shoulders and turning his attention back to the porn magazine he was holding in his hands. "What happened and why exactly does it concern me?"
"What sucks?" asked Lady coming into the shop with Trish not far behind her.
"Morrison's niece is in the hospital," said Dante, taking his eyes away from the magazine. "Sucks for the little brat."
"Good. You're here I have a job for the three of you," said Morrison, ignoring Dante and placing the briefcase from Dante's last case on the desk before the silver haired man.
"What sort of job?" asked Trish, knocking Dante's feet off the desk, throwing his magazine into the trash on the other side of the store, and taking a seat on his desk.
"Damn it, Trish! What the hell was that for?"
"Pay attention!" she snapped back.
"I am going to hire you to protect my niece," said Morrison, hoping to stop the argument before it could even start.
"Why are you hiring us to protect your niece?" asked Lady, taking off her sunglasses and perching on the end of the pool table. "Did demons attack her?"
"We don't know. We never saw who attacked her."
"They were gone before you got there?"
"No, she was still being whipped when I got there and there was no one there to whip her. She was whipped forty times before whatever it was that was attacking stopped."
Dante, Lady, and Trish stared at him for several moments; before they exchanged a raised eyebrow and turned back to him.
"We accept," said Dante, a smile forming on his lips.
Hospital_____________________________________________________________________
When Dante arrived at the hospital with the others to see Morrison's niece he was expecting someone like Patti, a little, bratty child. What he got was an eighteen-year-old. She was sleeping on her side, probably to help with the stitches, and her light blonde hair, which was almost white, was braided beside her on the bed. There were bruises around her wrists that looked like she had been tied to something. He watched Morrison reach out for her and shake her slightly. She blinked a few times before she fully opened her eyes as she shifted her head slightly to look at her uncle before moving again to look at them one at a time her eyes, he noticed, were a light shade of green.
"Mika," said Morrison, kissing her forehead gently. "These are friends of mine and they are going to protect you."
The blonde girl turned her head slightly to stare at them as she opened her mouth to say something when the hospital door opened and two girls stormed into the room, like hurricanes. One girl had brown hair, which she had pulled into a French braid, with amber eyes, while wearing a sparkly pink, long sleeved top and bleached out jeans and baby pink, sandaled heels. She wore a silver pentagram on a light pink ribbon secured around her neck, and diamond earrings in each ear, a thumb ring with a rose quartz crystal was on her left hand. Her tan skin was high lighted by gold make up and gold glitter. The girl she was with had darker eyes and black hair that was slightly spike out around her face. Her jeans were black and she was wearing a blue cardigan with sneakers. She had two silver studs in each ear with a small, silver hoop in her right ear, around her neck hanging from a leather chocker she had a silver Taveez, along with a silver ring that had a sapphire stone on her right hand.
"So," began the brown haired girl, flitting about the room and talking like she was on a serious caffeine high barely pausing to breathe between each word. "Trying to beat the rumors going around about Father Thomas and Sister Mary Bridget are we? Do you remember them? I wonder whatever happened to them."
"Last I heard they had moved to California, gotten married, and the baby had been born," said Mika, drolly. "And there is no we involved here; there is just me."
"Really?" asked the girl, rearranging some flowers. "California? Cool!"
"Lil," said the other girl, taking a seat on the edge of the hospital bed. "Chill, sit down, and shut the fuck up. So, Mika what the fuck actually happened last night?"
"I was attacked by an unseen force," answered Mika, drowsily from the morphine. "Well, to be more frank I was whipped forty times by an unseen force."
"What?!" shrieked Lilith, causing both Dante and Trish to wince slightly and zipping over to the other side of the bed. "An unseen force?! Are you alright? Jasmine, how can you be so fucking calm? Do you need anything Mika? Do I need to-."
Whatever it was that Lilith was going to say was halted when Jasmine yanked the pentagram off her neck, evidently the knot had been tied to be released in case of emergency, and slapped a hand over the girl's mouth just as a nurse walked into the room. The nurse was wearing light purple scrubs and had her black hair in a tight braid up in a bun. A silver Celtic Cross hang around her neck and she looked less than thrilled to be here. She raised a delicate eyebrow and took in each of the Devil Hunters in turn her eyes widening when she saw the skimpy outfits that Trish and Lady were wearing. When her eyes landed on Dante her mouth opened slightly at the leather and buckles he was wearing, she stopped when she noticed he was smirking and turned away with a haughty noise, to turn her attention to the blonde patient.
"Well Miss. Morrison how is the pain?" she asked, checking the IV unit.
"I've been better," she muttered, turning her attention to the ceiling. "Though on the other hand I've been worse so I guess it all evens out in the end. Thanks for asking."
"That's good, it looks like you should be able to go home Monday."
"Joy."
"Your cholesterol is healthy."
"That's good to know."
"Your heart rate is normal."
"I knew the gymnastic lessons were good for something."
"And you're not pregnant."
"Damn. Looks like we can't call The Tabloids over my giving birth as a virgin."
Lilith and Jasmine bit their lower lips to keep from snickering.
"Doctor Travis will be in to check up on you shortly."
"Great, I'm jumping for joy in my dark, happy place."
"Mika!" berated her uncle. "That's enough!"
The nurse made a noise of annoyance in the back of her throat and she left the room.
"Dark, happy place?" asked Dante, his voice laced with amusement and a raised eyebrow.
"What?"
"Morrison," said Dante, after breaking his gaze away from the girl. "Give Trish and Lady your key so they can look into the house."
"Right," said Morrison, digging in his pocket for his key ring.
"Trish, Lady," said Dante. "Go check on any demonic activity lingering in the house. I'll stay here and find out anything else I can about the situation."
"Yeah, right," muttered Trish, the blonde demoness was well aware that he was probably going to take a nap instead of talking to Morrison; that said both women left the hospital and headed toward their bikes.
Dante turned his attention back to the three girls and watched them chatter away with each other, the girl, Lilith, bouncing slightly on the bed almost as if she couldn't keep still; meanwhile Jasmine would make sarcastic comments to Lilith and threatened several times to break out the duck tape, this would normally calm the girl down for about three seconds. Morrison sighed and took a seat by the window, picking up the book that was resting on the table beside it; while Dante took a seat in the other chair, laying his guitar case where his sword was hidden beside him and in easy reach. He leaned back in his chair and let the chatter of the three girls lull him into a light sleep, he could still faintly hear them in the background. On the other side of the window were three white doves, cooing softly.
Morrison's Place______________________________________________________________________
The two Hunters entered the house; Lady slipped the key into the pocket of her dark green shorts. They glanced around the hall for a minute before Lady pointed towards the top level and headed in that direction, leaving the ground floor level for Trish. They would tackle the bottom floor together after meeting back in the hall.
Lady pulled the first door she came to open and sighed when she realized it was a spare linen closet. There wasn't much use there unless the devil had taken to hiding in the linen closet. She doubted it, but then again one never knew. She turned her attention to the next door, which was across from the closet and entered into what was probably Morrison's room, based on what she considered to be masculine decor. She shut the door and looked around the room. Directly across from the door was a large queen sized bed, with dark brown and green sheets that matched the curtains. Beside the bed on either side was a small table with drawers, examining the top drawers in each revealed books and guns. Did this mean Morrison moved in his sleep a lot? She sighed and found nothing of interest in the rest of the drawers of the small tables.
"I wonder how many times Morrison gets laid by these women," she asked herself softly, paging through an address book with a lot of female names and numbers.
She moved towards the door that was near a tall set of drawers and opened it to reveal a closet that had Morrison's suits hanging in it. The set of drawers beside it had Morrison's personal items such as his socks, ties, and boxer-briefs. She always wondered what the man wore beneath his pants, somehow this seemed to fit him rather well. She shoved the drawer closed and rummaged through the rest of them revealing workout clothes, undershirts and other odds and ends with the bottom drawer holding his shoes. Weird. She headed towards the final door and found herself in a bathroom. With dark green towels and brown wicker cabinets hanging on the wall. There was nothing interesting in the bathroom she headed back towards the hall and into another room, which was probably the guest room.
The guest room as she had come to call it was unisex with its cream colored walls and white, wrought iron double bed. The sheets were an ivory color with ivory curtains on hanging over the windows. The closet and the dresser were both bare, along with the small bedside table. Defiantly the guest room. She figured the room across from it was the guest bathroom. Turned out she was right all it had was a small shower stall, sink and toilet with ivory and white towels.
She entered the final room and pushed the door open, and raised an eyebrow when she saw the room. The only sign of the sun was the small ray that peaked through the dark curtains and she made her way across the room and pushed the curtains aside bathing it in the bright light of the sun. The curtains and sheets were a dark blue satin and the daybed that had been shoved into the corner was made of black iron and looked like it could either fit in a Harem or in a scene at a bondage club. The dark cherry bedside table had a black wrought iron lamp with a black shade with a beaded fringe. The top shelf held a book, lavender body lotion and pillow spray, along with a few hair ties and sleeping pills. The bottom shelf had a few small notebooks with a pen. Flipping through them she learned that they were all journals there was one for dreams, meditations and a personal one.
Lady made her way to the dresser. Two baskets sat before the mirror, one for make up and the other for lotions, deodorant, and body sprays. Then there was a small wooden jewelry box that held jewelry and more hair ties. There was also a hair brush, nail polish, hair spray, and other girlie odds and ends, only in a more goth style. Finally there was a small stero system that had a small groove for an ipod. The drawers held clothing
One of the two doors lead to a closet with dresses, skirts, and her school uniform hanging neatly on hangers with her shoes lined up neatly on the floor and her jackets hanging on hooks on the sides. The other door lead to a bathroom and had dark wicker cabinets with a sink made out of black porcelain and dark wood. There was a black wicker basket on the sink with shower gels, salts, and bubble bath stuff. There was no shower stall just a large, Victorian clawed bathtub in black like almost everything else. There was also a shower hose above it for when she takes a shower. Lady had a feeling the girl preferred baths based on the number of candles arranged on the wicker chest between the bath and the toilet.
All in all there was nothing to say that the girl was rather normal all things considered and there was nothing there to suggest she would have summoned whatever it was that had attacked her in the first place. Lady sighed and left the room meeting back with Trish at the bottom of the stairs.
"Find anything?" asked Trish.
"No. You?"
Trish smirked in a way that told Lady she had found something big. She smiled in answer and followed her partner to the front room. As Lady followed the other woman to the room the smell of a Catholic Church and flowers got stronger. When they entered the room it hit them full force and for some reason Lady felt relaxed, almost safe despite what had happened in the room the girl's blood still decorated some of the room.
"The smell leads to a downstairs work out room with gymnastics equipment."
"I thought we were going to explore the bottom floor together."
Trish shrugged and the two women looked at the small portrait of Mary on the far wall and it almost looked like she was crying tears of blood.
A few days later___________________________________________________________________
Mika sighed softly and pushed down the plaited skirt of her uniform, the dark blue cotton material rested a little below the black biking shorts she wore and matched the blazer with her school's emblem on the right breast pocket with gold buttons over her white blouse. She snagged her black tie from the hook and secured it around her neck. Adjusting her hair, which she had pulled into a braided bun, one last time she pulled her shoes on and slipped out the bedroom door, snagging her tote bag (that was currently doubling as her purse and school bag) on the way out as she could not use her school bag until her back was healed, which would be in about two weeks.
Her new bodyguards, she really didn't think they were necessary at school, she doubted whatever attacked her would do it in a room full of people, were waiting for her at the foot of the stairs as her uncle had already left to hand out a job to one of the other hunters that used him. The silver haired man, clad in red smirked up at her and she rolled her eyes heavenward. Her uncle had already warned her about his perverse nature.
"Ready to go, kid?" he asked, motioning for her to follow him when she nodded. "Well then let's get a move on; can't keep them waiting too long at school now can we?"
He lead them to his mustang convertible waiting outside, red really was his color wasn't it?