I sadly do not own Dante, he is of Capcom's Devil May Cry series. Much love 3
It's not like my day hadn't gotten off on the wrong foot already... Now this?
Guess I'll start from the beginning...
To start, 3 hours sleep... I don't care who you are, that's like a cold slap in the face as soon as your eyes open just as you were going to crash into another solid 3 hours but no, not this time. The previous night was spent spraying bullets into a demon that rapes it's victims while sleeping, apparently causing much unrest for the family resulting in one the kids to run off in fear. That got me thinking that I could become a potential victim to my own subconscious after I'd given it plenty of thought... Bad idea. That certainly didn't help getting much needed rest for the following day.
My eyes were forced open as I'd heard somebody banging on the front door... Goddamnit, I'd finally pushed the thought of becoming an incubus' fuck buddy out of my mind and finally allowed the sandman to have his way with me, but no.
"Dante!" I heard Lady holler from the office, " Wake up you lazy ass!"
"If only she knew.."I mumbled into my pillow grasping my sheets out of sheer displeasure at her arrival. "I'm UP!"
I sighed heavily as I heaved the blankets over onto the other side of the bed, I grabbed the most necessary pieces of clothing required to go downstairs without offending Lady and hobbled my way out of the bedroom, doing up the belt buckle as I made my way downstairs.
She cut her eyes at me as soon as she had a clear view of my face, her eye brows pressed closely together she snapped, "Well it's about —Holy shit Dante, you look like Hell."
I glared back at her and said with a scoff , "Ya think?"
"Long night?" she guessed.
Sitting in my usual spot I hurled my legs over the desk and landed them a cozy spot, I looked at her and explained eagerly " Did you know there are demons that can rape you in your sleep?"
"The Incubus." She answered, " lusty little bastards."
I shuttered, I honestly was not privy to the idea of my hottest wet dream turning out to be the ugliest little demon on the face of the earth, it made my skin crawl after having seen it the night before
"Waddya want?" I asked picking up one of the magazines on the desk.
"My cut." She huffed impatiently, "need I remind you that last month— "
"Alright alright," I cut her off reaching into my pocket and producing several bills, sifting through most of it belonging to her and counting what I'd have remaining... Damnit...
"Thanks!" She snatched the bills from my fingers, and placed them strategically into her blouse. She shot back at me smiling rather cynically "That'll keep my roof over my head."
"And you could care less that I'm practically on the brink of conducting my business out of a cardboard box" I glared at her over my reopened reading material.
"If worse comes to worse" She chimbed making her way out the door, she turned back and winked "You could always whore yourself out to the incubus."
A growl came over me and I quickly found myself hurling Rebellion towards the door as she made her way out, it landed just above her head into the door as she was opening it to exit, where she looked back and added "Give it a rest, Dante. You don't have the nerve to penetrate me with your big overcompensating butter knife."
"OUT!"
And out she went. I could feel the satisfied grin on her face that she'd left me borderline broke.
With the last bit of money I had, the wretched sensation I felt in my gut, I did what any sensible man would have done...
Pizza...
I have to admit. Pizza makes the world go round.
Yeah I know, it was 10:00AM and I was ordering pizza already, but given the circumstances, I needed some serious comfort food. I was worn out, nearing my last penny, and almost afraid to go back to sleep.
As soon as my pizza was delivered I dived into it quickly, a party sized pie was just what I needed to get my day back on track. I set it down on the coffee table in front of the couch, laid down and let sheer cheesy bliss take over me. It was like having a love affair. Cept no guilt or having to give my number out.
Having finished what I could I put the rest into the fridge for later, possibly even tomorrow, and decided that perhaps a drive out on the motorcycle would help get my day back on track, ignoring the fact that I was probably in no condition to be operating heavy machinery.
I went back upstairs to adorn the biking chaps, trench coat and good old fashioned awesome. I was going to start my day over without the wear and tear from the night before.
I snatched good old Ebony and Ivory off one of the coffee tables, grabbed the keys off the key ring at the door and made my way towards my crimson Harley. The moment I turned my keys into the ignition my heart dropped... The Harley puttered to life and quickly died as it coughed up the last of it's gas... No bike ride for today.
"FUUUCK!" I cursed loudly, the entire word echoing into the neighbourhood.
An old man walking by the shop yelled out shaking his fist angrily, "Watch yer mouth son!"
I flipped him off and made my way back into the shop, being sure to slam the door extra hard.
"Could this day get any worse already." I signed as I sunk my pathetic self against the front door onto the floor, my head buried into my arms resting on my knees.
My question was met with silence for quite some time as I remained in the same position for several minutes...
Than it happened...
The rustling in the kitchen snapped me out of my daze, I could hear a very faint sound of munching through the paper thin walls that connected the office to the kitchen off to the right. With the unquestionable sound of the floor boards creaking, I drew ebony and Ivory to quickly dispose of the vermin that was invading my kitchen. God help it if it got anywhere near my left overs. I slowly made my way trying not to cause the floor to buckle under my weight, scaring off the offending critter.
As I went to turn into the kitchen, guns drawn. I was met with a bullet to the head.
Dear Day: Fuck you. Sincerely, Dante.
I woke up to muffled sobs coming from the corner of the kitchen near the fridge, I rubbed the glaze off my eyes after I dug out the bullet lodged in my right eye brow. I made my way up and was met with a frantic little voice.
"Don't move! O-or I'll!"
"What" I scoffed pinching the bridge of my nose, and went for a closer look at my assailant, "A shot like that would kill any normal human. You think a second good shot will do the trick?"
"D-DEMON!" It shrieked.
The figure before me became clear, first thing was a half eaten pizza slice on the floor... Oh Hell no... A gun in my direction was the second thing... small fingers gripping the trigger was third... And finally...
There was a kid at the end of the gun. Couldn't have been any older than 14.
"Just let me go!"
A stare was all I could manage, A blank, clueless stare. I could feel possible explanations for the current situation just flying out the window.
As I got a better look at the kid it was soon obvious that this kid was in fact a young girl, her hair cropped short and spiked in the back, it made it a little harder to distinguish, but If I hadn't known better, I'd say this was me when I was this young. The kid was adorning some pretty crazy attire, but who was I to judge.
"Ya just gonna stare at me all day old man?" She asked through a fearful voice, "Fuck you!"
The offensive language caught me off guard, coming from such a tiny girl "Hey watch your..."Than I remembered the old man outside and stopped short.
She kept the gun cocked towards my direction, her eyes fierce with a determined stance, she wasn't moving until I cleared a path.
"Why don't you put that away," I suggested, cautiously advancing towards the offending juvenile "No ones going to hurt you"
"Bullshit" She raised the gun back towards my head, "I wasn't born yesterday I know what you demons are like."
"Cut me some slack!"I advised arms out to admit defeat " Last I remembered you broke into MY place, and from the looks of it, are helping yourself to MY goddamn PIZZA!"
She quickly glanced down at her half eaten pizza discarded next to her foot, and back at me, " So what, You can starve for all I care. Your nothing but a rapist."
That last sentence caught me completely off guard " Excuse me?"
"You're one of the incubus that keeps attacking me in my sleep!"
I blinked, trying to recall the night prior, and remembered having done away with the demon myself... I remembered an old man had called in the job because of countless sleepless nights his family had been having for the past months... this must have been his daughter.
"I haven't slept in 39 days because of you" She hissed, her eyes ringed with the obvious symptoms of crazed sleep deprivation, they were sunken and lacked any kind of humanity. "Afraid that I'll be ravaged for hours on end. My Parents thought I'd been having sleep paralysis, screaming in my sleep, unable to move, but completely aware of my surroundings..."
It definitely sounded a lot awful than just having an erotic dream... I couldn't imagine having one of those things actually try to have their way with you... in their demon form... at least some of them took on a more pleasant appearance, some didn't frankly give a care in the world how they'd be seen. And clearly it left this girl scarred for life.
"Night terrors my ass."She finished, the gun trembling in her grasp "I couldn't spend another night in that house, It's haunted I know it is!"
"So you ran away?" I asked curiously,
"3 days ago."She responded unsteadily, " I went around the house last night and found you lurking around... I knew it had to be you... You probably had your way with my MOM you sick perverted demon!"
"Hey!" I cried out offended, " I was the one your parents called when they figured out it was a demon! I got rid of that incubus last night!"
Unable to keep the gun in her tiny hands steady, she lowered it slightly to bore deep into my soul with her piercing blue eyes, normally they'd probably look vivid like a tranquil oasis, but now they were so vacant and red from lack of sleep and possibly a nervous breakdown.
"So it's dead..."She breathed finally finding truth in my words.
"Dead" I repeated bending down to relieve her of the threatening weapon from her grasp "No more bad dreams."
What happened next was certainly the icing on the cake for my horrendous day...
The kid passed out. Exhausted, spent... Dead tired.
And I thought losing 3 hours of sleep was unbearable...
So here I was...Sleep deprived, broke, no bike, a lot less pizza than what I'd ever hoped for... and now a teenaged delinquent sleeping in my bed... that last one had lawsuit written all over it. I could feel it.
I had to find out how to get back in touch with the kids parents, I didn't typically record addresses or phone numbers, and I wished I had now. I couldn't for the life of me remember where this kid lived.
I gave up the search and simply had to wait for the kid to wake up... Chances are, that would have to wait until tomorrow, possibly the day after. I had a better mind than to wake a kid that hadn't slept in well over a month. I had to keep her somewhere out of the way while I tried to keep my business going, god knows I needed the money badly enough. But with no calls coming in, I decided that I needed some sleep myself before I started going crazy and breaking into people's houses...
That kid had some more explaining to do come sun rise...
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