A Demon's Angel
Chapter 1 - Making Mistakes
Dante walked along the street in total solitude. In his hands he held Ebony and Ivory, and Rebellion sat loosely in the holster on his back. He let out a bored sigh. Why did he even take this job? There wasn't a demon around as far as he could sense. However, when he looked further into it, there was something that was just a little bit… off?
He rounded the corner and waved at the man who hired him - a priest of the church nearby.
"Oh thank lord you're here sir! It's right in there… somewhere." He cried, silently stalking off at the last word. Dante closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then let it all out and strolled in.
The church really was quite grand. It had a high ceiling, suspended by ornate stone pillars. Huge stained glass windows let in streams of coloured light. Dante whistled his approval.
"Not bad, not bad." He said, pausing for a moment before turning around. Somehow the doors were shut. How hadn't he heard that? Something moved in front of him and Dante shot at it by instinct. When he turned to look nothing was there.
"I-" He started, but similar movements behind him made him shoot again. Nothing. He was getting angry now. What was it, and how was it playing these games with him? Again he felt that strange feeling of there being something neither Human nor Demon around him, and lowered his guns. He walked further into the church, noticing that the biggest window was smashed.
He heard a gasp to his right and turned, but again, nothing was there. Dante felt played, tricked, something he hadn't felt in a while. It wasn't comforting.
"Right, I don't give a damn who or what you are, just come out so I can shoot you!" Dante shouted, shooting random places in the room. He sighed again and leaned on a nearby pillar. Something dripped on his head.
Naturally, Dante's first reaction was to point a gun at it. He looked up to see a demon of some sort impaled on a gargoyle's head, and cocked his head to the side, staring. He lowered his gun.
"Well. How did you get all the way up there, hey? God, I don't know. I get here and it's already dead." Dante said, shaking his head and turning to walk out. A flutter of feathers made him turn, but once again there was nothing there.
Then he walked into something. It was a huge beast of some sort, covered in black matted fur and foaming at the mouth. No feathers. It was almost as tall as him, and looked somewhat feline. Dante brought out his guns again and shot, jumping and bringing out his sword mid-flip.
The blade of Rebellious sliced straight down into the demon's neck and it fell limply to the ground. Dante took out his sword and cleaned it on the creature's coat. Stepping down he saw a white dart in it's side. He bent down to examine said dart and pulled it out, staring at the white feather on the end. He laughed a little, then threw the dart to the ground.
The same flapping sound as before and Dante found himself growing tired. He fell to the floor, and the last thing he saw was Ivory slowly slipping out of his right hand, and a light, fluffy feather floating down in front of his face. Then he drifted into an uncontrollable sleep.
When he woke up Dante was in a little yellow room. The floor was laminated wood, the walls painted too joyful a colour for Dante to feel at peace. But at least he knew it wasn't another demon who had captured him. If it was, then why were there yellow walls? Dante thought of a happy demon, who would probably kill him with cookies full of poison. He shuddered.
A girl walked in and snapped him out of his cookie-demon trance. She had ridiculously long blonde hair, reaching her knees almost, and a simple white shirt. Black flared trousers sported 2 hip holsters with sub-machine guns in them, and a purple sash around her thin torso had a dagger on it, with a blade of possibly 5 inches.
Her eyes were covered with a purple bandage of similar colour to the sash, and her lips were glossy and red.
'Goddamnit Dante! Stop admiring her lips, man!' He thought to himself, shaking his head. She walked closer and sat on a chair, leaving him on the floor with his hands bound behind his back. He looked up at her and smirked. He was being held hostage by a blind girl…?
"So. Dante, son of Sparda… What brought you to my church?" She asked. Her voice was smooth.
Dante snorted. "Since when was that your church? Besides, you had a demon problem." After he'd finished talking she stopped looking at him and turned away. If blind girls could look at anyone. She had a nice ass, at least. Dante scolded himself again.
"So what's your name, little blind girl?" Dante asked. The girl turned and threw a dagger at Dante, which landed between his legs on the floor. He let out a barely audible whimper. The woman leaned in until she was inches away from his face and snapped at him.
"I am not little, I am not a girl! I am a grown woman, demon, and if you have a problem with that then you can just go and fuck yourself! Just my way of saying that I don't give a damn, Dante…"
Dante stayed perfectly still, eyes shut, until he felt her taking her knife back. He let out the breath he had left and asked again, but more bluntly this time.
"Tell me your name." He demanded. The girl laughed and turned to face Dante.
"My name is Skylar, daughter of Xandra." She said, smiling until the last name. Her grin turned to grimace.
"Oh. Alright then, Skylar. Am I right to think your name means Guardian?" Dante asked, trying to be clever. He just wanted to lighten the mood a little.
"No. It means Protection, or Shelter. Also Eternal Life, Strength, Love and Beauty." She corrected.
"Well, I'm pretty sure you have enough of that."
"Of what, Demon?"
"Beauty. And shut up with the Demon thing, it pisses me off. I'm a half-breed." Dante said. Skylar walked out, in frustration.
After a few minutes, a young girl in a little denim dress came in and untied Dante. She had short black hair in curls on her head, framing a face of red lips and a dark blue eye. The other one was pure white, but the child looked adorable anyway.
"Thanks, what's your name sweetheart?" Dante said, tousling her ringlets.
"I am Catherine, daughter of Skylar." She chirped. Dante's face fell.
"Skylar? I thought…" Dante said, trailing off at the end.
"Catherine! Get away from him! Don't you sense it, he is a Demon!" Skylar shouted, rushing in and dragging her child away. She soon came back in, alone now, readying her gun in her hand.
"What did you do to her?"
"I never knew you had a man in your life, Skylar." Dante joked.
"I don't, Dante. What did you do to her?
""Nothing, I didn't do anything!" Dante shouted back, surprising Skylar when he stood up to push him away from her.
Skylar pushed the barrel of her gun against his chest, trying to push him back against the wall. He didn't move. She slapped him and he grabbed her wrist, jerking it down putting his other hand on the gun with hers. For a split second Dante thought that he saw her eyes behind the bandage, then Skylar shot and Dante collapsed backwards
