The Devil who Cries
By Facing the Storm
The cloak of his opponent fell away to reveal the face of his beloved. "Kyrie!" The scream never left his lips. She fell, first to her knees, blood spattered on the floor and down her front. Like wine spilled on white silk. She fell into his arms, her breathing shallow and faint. "Kyrie...oh god, no..." He pleaded, fighting the tears he knew would come. She opened her gentle brown eyes and smiled. A stab of pain pierced Nero's heart. 'So happy, even in the face of death.' She reached for his strained face, the smile not leaving her lips. "Do not mourn for me, dear Nero, it was meant to be." She whispered. "But why Kyrie? I told you, we would be freed, both of us... together." He whined. "But I have been freed, and soon, so will you..." She told him and leaned up to kiss him one final time. She sighed and sank in his arms as death took her. "Kyrie..." His voice faltered and the tears came without control. "Kyrie... KYRIE!!" He screamed. The blood of the others spilt now became her blood and the victory he had long relished now turned foul. So this was the price she paid for freedom... would he pay the same? Taking the gun given to him by the demon Dante. He smiled down at the death peace expression on his beloved's face. "For the price of love and to be loved..." A gunshot rang through the empty church, drowned out by the rumble of crow's wings.
A/N: Sorry it is so short... I was having a blue day and thought about writing... reading a magazine about DMC. So I thought of a oneshot. Hope you like. Please review.
Always,
Facing the Storm