Dante turned his head towards the north. He tasted blood, heavy in his mouth. No half demon could withstand what he took each day. Yet, he lived. His white hair was covered in small crystals of frozen water. High atop a mountain, he destroyed the left flank of an army of the damned. Some desipele he would make. Adreneline pumped through his veins as he slashed up and down through the hard winds. Despite his super-human strength, the sword was becoming heavier and heavier. The wind came in furius gusts, and even for him, the sun was blinding. Vergil had escaped last time, but Dante would decapetate his possed twin when next they met. At the top of this mountain, he could see everything for miles. Vangaurds and Sloths countinued to apear. But where so high up was there sand? Their eyes glowed as he chopped them away. Their violent screams were heard for miles around, echoing through the virtually empty space between Heaven and Hell-on-Earth. That was not a holy place anymore. Vergil was mearly a distraction before. But, blinded with rage, Dante chased his brother. Vergil knew what would happen next. If only Dante could locate him. Atop the mountain, his sharp eyes would domonate every corner of the city, but armies of foes appeared from litterally no where. All snow and rocks here. No happy medium.
Blood seemed to spurt from his sword . Should an army of Hell's decipeles, the living evil dead, have blood? Dante didn't know, nor did he care. The sun caught his bright blue eyes. A fair, almost kindley offset, to his dark rough appearance. He twitched as a scyte entered his body. He was almost convinced that this was his limit. Weeks without food or water, days without rest of any sort...It was tiring, even for one as mighty as he. A Greed appeared fiffty feet away towards his left. It would cause serious problems if he didn't destroy it now. Devil Trigger would wear him out even more. Though it usually provided great advantages, he was exauhsted and it reqiured a massive amount of energy to transform. Pulling out his nunchucks, Dante slipped the sword away and performed Revolver. It knocked a fair amount of the devilish warriors away, but they closed in fast. He colapsed in the snow. It was too much stress. Frost had covered all but his upper arms. His hair, eyes, and eye lashes glittered as his sight darkened. He saw fire and memories flashed trough his mind. His enemies began to move slower, cherishing this victory. Everything began to blur in his eyes, and he felt a warm tear run down his cheek. 'This can't happen. Not now...not when I'm so..s-so close.' The cold consumed him, letting it's frosty minnions bite Dante's cheeks. He went in and out of concoiusness in those few seconds, strugling to keep his head up.
He saw one demon turn into a pile of dust and rags, the scyte falling to the ground. It's blood splattered his face. Everything seemed to slow more and more. He was faintly aware of a flash of darkness over the white snow. He caught a glimpse of a human figure killing the twisted creatures, but not a decent one. The figure dashed through the snow with in-human speed, slashing away at the beings. Vaugely aware of the taste of blood in his mouth anymore, Dante stared at the flashes of light and darkness. Could it be Vergil, destroying the dis-obedient demonic beings? He breifly looked at his bloodied nunchucks, then was startled by a skull not a foot-and-a-half away from his nose. He struggled to reach it, but then blanked out. The human figure had been a woman. Her attack surprised the enemy, who fled when they saw her. The startled foe retreated like the cowarly servants they were. More of them fled then died durring a surprise attack.
The woman walked over to Dante's disgruntled form on the ground. His pants were torn, held together merely by spare threads. He had some flesh wounds but they would heal within a short time. Blood stained the previously white snow in the vasinity. The woman stood above him, gripping over the circomstances. A defeated ally, as she saw him. Lying in the snow, the exauhsted Dante was surrounded by the blood of his enemies, dust from the remains of the already dead corpeses covering him from head too toe. Feeling a sense of brotherhood with this strange man in some way or the other made her want to help him. But would she jeprodize her own life and goal by saving someone she did not know in the least? She thought about it for a moment or two, then decided that it was for the best that she help him. And BEFORE he woke up. It would be awkward enough if he woke up on a warm surrface, instead of just cold snow with his jacket off and bandeges around him. But if he woke up with his pants half pulled off as to treat his serios injuries high on his legs? She would have point five seconds to explain, and no more.
The woman looked around for anything she could use to house this paculiar man before he roused. When she saw nothing, and relized how high up she was, she made the executive decsion to build something herself. She left Dante and walked towards a large area of the mountain that was mostly non-snow-covered, and drew a fine sword. The blade was like no other: fine and sharp and thin. The overall skinny blade was very firm, though it appeared it would be flimsy. She tested the strong edge: tap...tap...clang! The sword made a clear ringing, even when struck with medium force. It was breakable rock. She took a fighters' stance, and swung the samari-like sword hard. The rock cracked and spintered. The cold had made it hard like steel, but britle deep down where the heat of the Earth and cold of the snow met. Just a few more blows...Bang! She side-swiped furiously, spider-webing the rocks' sharp mini cliffs. "Damn it...It should have broken!", said the woman rather iritably.
She pulled a bottle from her pocket, fumbling with it. With sigh and a frown, she opened the lid and tossed the contents onto the rocky surface. The rock began to dissolve witthin minutes, causing a small space to form. It had created what would be considered a doorway so high up on this mountain. A space seven feet tall by ten feet wide by twenty-eight feet deep. Another sigh floated out of the woman, but it sounded more like relief then frustration. She turned after examining the opening. Walking as fast as she could without tripping in the snow, she headed towards the still unconcieous Dante. After a moment, she noticed the scythe stuck in his leg. She could make it worse by removing it, so she left it there. Nothing she could do about it without a healer's remadies. As carefully as she could, she lifted him via his upper arms, and drug him back to the crevize in the wall. The space was enough for now. She knew not how to heal his wounds without proper equitment, so she sat there puzzeled. She the stood and left the cave, searching for even the tiniest thing to help her. The more serious wounds would reqiure stitches, so she needed something pointed to use, that would stay sharp for long amounts of time.
She glanced around and jumped towards a grove of Aspen Pines lower on the mountain. Picking the needles was strenuos work, as some were to dull, others were perfect, but surrounded by countless needles far too sharp that would prick her hand. One of them even got under her upper layer of skin and pulled at her hand. She was covered with her own blood by the time she got what seemed like enough. She more or less climbed the mountain all over again.'Going down is much easier', she thought. It ocured to her that the man could wake-up soon, so she picked up the pace.
When at last she made it to the higher mid-level of the mountain once more, she found Dante still asleep. She didn't know if that was good or bad, but she figited as she aproached. She stared at him for a moment. It had never acured to her to look at him. He was a beautiful white-haired man about her age. He was in good shape, and, looked fairly powerful by the condition he'd been in. She shook her head and stoped staring. But, as her eyes wondered over his body, she took notice to the fact that he was not badly hurt on his muscular torso area. She scrolled thoughtfully over the images she remembered of him just before, compared to now. She felt a shiver go down her spine. He was semi-concsious, and breathing faster. Not only was he coming to, but his wounds were healed! Aside from a cut or two on his face, and dried cracked blood, he was completely healed. Shaken, she retreated to the corner. Who or what was this man...
She stayed in that part of the cave for a fair amount of time, marvaling at this incredable man. While, at the same time, she feared him. What else could he do?..."Ungh..."
Dante picked his head up, taking a few seconds to understand what he last remembered seeing. 'That figure...could it have been Vergil?' Dante marvaled at what had happened, then looked down at his legs. He pulled the scyte out of his thigh, and tossed it over to the other side of the room. Blood poured from the open wound like a river, thick and red. With in a couple of minutes, it slowly healed over, leaving hot blood running over his leg and another tear in his pants. It made a loud claning sound as it came to settle on the floor. That wasn't right...then he relized he wasn't freezing anymore. He looked around and saw the grayish-black walls. He stiffened. The Vangaurds were gone. Just outside, he saw the white snow, blood still seeping through in spots. He heard a very faint noise, and lifted himself slightly. Turning faster then you can blink, he was face to face with the girl. He had to be cautious...Yeah right. He grabed the hilt of his sword and jetted toward the woman.
She balanced on her hands and knees, and the toes of her feet. With speed eqaul to that of his own, the woman came around back of Dante. Using a large chunk of fallen cave stone, Dante bounded back towards her. With amazing speed and power, the woman drew her samarai-like sword and met Dante's with a loud clang. Both were using two hands and all their strength, but one could not over-power the other. The woman was the first to speak:"You are a great warrior. What is your name?" she ventured to ask.
Dante's eyes narrowed and his forehead wrinkled with frustration. "I'll tell you when I get my wish" Dante sneared. They partted and started a new series of attacks against one another. When the hard blows came, they shoved one another back and forth to gain breif control. The fight seemed to go on for hours. Then, the woman exposed her right flank. Dante took this advantage to jump out of the way of a power swing. Turning the sword on it's side, he smacked the exposed leg hard. Squinting in pain, she feel to the ground. Dante then kicked her roughly. She rolled into the snow, cutting herself once or twice with her own sword. Their blood stained the cave floor, and turned white snow into a bloody battle field. Dante's eyes burned into the woman, his hair once again covered in crystalized water. He seemed to be a godsend, and angel of light, atop this shining mid-level of the mountain.
Frost nipped at her skin as she starred at the man before her. Blinking, eyes solemn, she searched him for a soul. It wasn't there. She thought for a moment, then decided on an action. Dante pointed the tip of his sword at her throat. Though he was a good ten feet away, she prepared for the worst. She respected him. Still disoreented, he'd managed to eqaul her strength and defeat her. "So," she called over the howling winds,"what is your wish?"
He was silent for a moment. Then, with a massive, cheery little smile, he responded:"Huh,...For Hell to freeze over."
She stared him a moment. 'He looks so simalar...', she thought, trailing off. Dante zoomed up so fast, you wouldn't think he'd moved at all had he been farther away. The cold steel of Dante's sword pressed against her warm, sweating flesh. Drops of sweat had frozen on Dante's face, making him sparkle in the dimming light. Though it didn't dim much up here, the darkness on the town below was obviously getting deeper. "Can we make a deal?" the woman asked Dante, clearly frightened. Pleased with her expression Dante nodded, interested. "Fine," he said in his usual cocky tone, " let me hear your little proposal."
She continued to stare at Dante for a time, still amazed. His eyes were brilliant. A bright beautiful blue like no other. And yet, a darkness of impurity flowed through them. While at the same time, a light and symbol of the good glimmered past that. Was he doing his service for greed, or did he truly want to help? The woman's long brown hair was tied up about half way down it's length, and it, too, caught the light. Dante stood impatiantly waiting for her to speak. "Huhh...Today lady!" he snarled. She blinked, then began her proposal:"How about we work together? We want the same things. We want the demons to leave this world forever. The great Sparda sealed them off, and now some deranged psycopath set them free. I know I can reverse this, and from the looks of things so can you." she shivered. The cold seeped into her, and her face tightened as she awaited his response.
He seemed to almost twitch at the thought of what she had said. His eyes wandered in his head, searching for the right thing to say. He didn't move from his position, or even lower his arm. He stood there for a moment, examining the woman for any signs of deceit. Her soul seemed clouded, and he couldn't make out any other intensions. The sun glinted off of her. She was covered in frost and frozen beads of sweat. 'She's no ordinary woman if she can survive fighting me this high up. There's not enough air for normal people', he thought. Though he was suspicious, he took a moment to come up with positive re-einforcement for the situation. "Alright. You can come with me. But do even the littlest thing to betray me to that fiendish demon-lover, and I'll destroy you myself." he said. He put one hand behind his back at an amazing speed, grabbing Ebony and aiming it at what would seem to be the woman. He shot it three times missing her. A horrendous scream tore through the air as a Lust fell to the rocky surface of the mountain. The woman looked scared and amazed at the same time. She stood and turned towards the town. It was dark as pitch, absorbed into a more powerful place. "What can we do?" the woman asked. Though she was talking to herself, Dante answered: "We can have some destructive fun to lure out the enemy." He chuckled. He walked over to an area of the snow that looked blue and slightly more shallow then the rest.
Digging through the snow, he pulled the nunchucks from the spot he'd left them in after falling unconcious. He slipped them into the bag on his back he used for holding them and other small weapons. Turning, he walked towards the woman. She looked over at him, the moon out-lining him, the skull from the Lust rested at his feet. An arura of white light surrounded him, making him look angelic. He swung his sword to his sholder and rested it there. An odd smile crept over his face, and he bounded forward. Ebony in one hand, Rebellion in the other. She jumped after him when he hit the lower mid-section of the mountain. Landing with a sharp thud on her feet, she steped forward to where Dante was. "So, what's your name?" Dante asked the woman. She looked at him and murmured:"You may call me Triata."
"I go by Dante. Nothing else." Dante said. He walked to a short cliff. Triata watched him uneasily. He shoved Ebony back into it's holster, and spread his arms. His face darkened, and that glow around him appeared once again. He fell forward, gripping Rebellion tightly. Triata's eyes widened and her mouth gapped open. She ran towards him, but he fell too fast. He suddenly spun in the air, propelling himself downward. He sheathed his sword and pulled out his guns in a blur of speed. He performed Rain Storm, slowing his descent. When it looked like Dante would crash into the rocky surface full-force, he turned via backflip and ran down the mountain like he had the Temen-ni-gru a while back. Though it was not quite as steep as the giant menacing structure, it still made him pickup massive amounts of speed. Triata jumped after him, trying to mimic him...minus the guns. She jumped straight down and spun in circles. She pulled out her sword, and clipped the cliffs with it. It sent her outward and speeding down. It also slowed her enough that she would be able to land safley when she got farther out. The harsh winds would have blown her to the side had she not been cutting it with the blade. Doing a semi flip to land on her feet, Triata took a snowbaorder's stance to slide down the mountain. Visous gusts rocked her back and forth.
The angry wind tore at Dante as he defied the laws of nature. Moving faster then the wind, he spotted some Blood-Goyles near the bottom of the mountain. Aiming his guns towards the creatures, he unleashed a deadly barradge of bullets on them. They sqealed and turned into statues. Holstering his guns, he pulled out his sword and threw it downward. The Sword Pierce broke the air and lit the sword aflame due to the speed Dante was moving. The Blood-Goyles shattered, leaving red puddleds where they had layed as statues. Taking out Cerberus, he waited until he was just feet from the ground to use Revolver. The attack smacked the ground and alowed him to land on his feet with ease. Triata bounded from a high cliff spiraling down with her sword in-hand. Curving her wrist, she launched the sword into a low section of the mountain where it stuck. Dante watched her techniqe, impatiantly waiting to keep moving. She put her weight down towards the ground now, moving faster. She dropped with tremendous speed. When she got near to where her sword was, Triata reached down and grabbed it by the hilt. Spinning on it, she pulled it from the wall and safley hit the ground. The tip of her sword jammed into the rocky dirt, and she yanked it up, sheathing the blade. Impressed, Dante spoke:"Well, well, well, it would appear you're quite the Trickster. Tell me, can you do this?"
Dante became a blur and ended up in back of Triata. She turned quickly to see nothing. "That's called a Double Dash. Think you can manage it?" he asked sarcastically. Triata blinked in surprise and turned to see Dante back where he had been just before. "How did you do that?" Triata asked. Dante positioned himself to Dash, then was ten feet away. "Like that." he said, clearly amused with his own supperiority. He stalked off, Triata struggling to keep up with this vigerous pace of his. The frost was gone from the both of them, so the two were covered with warm sweat and water droplets from the mountain mid-level top. Blood once frozen smeared and became blotchy as dirt stuck to it.
Looking down, she noticed her cuts were healed. Though blood ran down the length of her arm, no cuts remained to prove why it was there in the first place. She raced to keep up with the man posessing lightning speed, and suddenly felt herself jolt with a burst of energy. Her speed increased, almost making her stumble. A paniced thought ran through her mind: ' What's happening to me?'