Hey errbody! I'm back with a new series thing, will not last too long because I still have to finish up Indulgence. This story is from a dream and some parts are accurate and some I tweaked because...it will be too dirty. I hope I got New!Dante's personality correctly because I fucking love him.
This story is based after the events of DMC: Devil May Cry and Dante still has his black hair because his white hair looks like shit. This is not a one-shot but it does hold an essence of PWP so beware.
Enjoy my latest addition to my collection of stories and hope you find it just as amazing as I did.
Disclaimer: I do not own DMC or anything tied to the series, if I did own it I would make Dante's hair purple just to piss everyone off
"No evil dooms us hopelessly except the evil we love, and desire to continue in, and make no effort to escape from"~George Eliot
High in sky was where I was, basking in the light not only from the sun but from my peers. Duty and structure simplified my goals while temptation complicated it. I held no dreams and strived to please Him. For selfishness only led to misfortune. Despite my rigid rules and teachings, I was not prepared to anticipate the consequences of a being's ulterior motives. Thus I fell.
A crackle and whish burned into my ears like a screaming infant, instantly tearing down my resolve and setting my face into that of fear. My stomach coiled and snaked around my heart as I descended rabidly through the layers of air. Shock paralyzed my limbs and the air sanded over my back, creating an unbearable burn that escalated to shuttering pain. My hair obscured my vision, blocking the comforting sun rays and creating a blanket of shifting darkness. I flailed to regain balance and struggled to gain calm but the common sensations did not return for I knew this was the end to my life. My duty. My structure.
I had only fallen for a few moments before slamming back first into the ground, feeling my bones fracture. With my brain compressed and my organs ruptured I knew I was dead, however a small burning on my back reminded me death was not so lenient to my kind. Principally the Fallen.
With a dried gasp I shuttered as I felt my bones moving under my skin, retreating to their former position. Muscles regenerated to tissues and bones, creating painful spasms comparable to tearing them. As I gasped and wheezed from pain I stared up at the sun above, imagining I was basking in it as I once did, taking in the rays like a delighted child. I shouted in pain as my spine realigned and my vocal cords strained at the effort, eliciting a hoarse cry. I breathed deeply and closed my eyes, blocking the sun and focused on healing.
It was too hot. I wiped my forehead and shook off the perspiration as I gazed down the vast plains of nothing but dried soil. "Where am I?" I questioned out loud and ignored the brutal crack of my voice, trying to remain attentive on finding civilization. My hair was damp with sweat and weighed heavily on my head, resulting in pauses to lean my head back to assuage the pain in my neck. "Hey!" I blinked at the sound and looked off in the distance to only see waves of heat rising from the ground, wrapping around broken structures. I licked my cracked lips once more before rubbing my temples, trying to quiet the loud calling of my mind. "Hey!" the shout was firmer, gaining an aggravated tone, one used for reprimanding children. I ignored it once more and focused on the distance, seeing a tall series of collapsed buildings. I took a step forward, intent on investigating for signs of life before a hand slapped firmly on my shoulder. "Are you on something?!" the voice tingled my ears from the strange sound and I turned around swiftly, noting how my hair whipped the stranger's face. I furrowed my brows at the being and eyed his hand on my shoulder. "I'm on Earth…?" I said and searched his blue eyes, finding freckles of gray glinting under the sun. A sound erupted from his throat before he released my shoulder, leaving the area wet with sweat. "It's okay, Kat! Just another hippie!" the man hollered over his shoulder and I took a moment to analyze the strange being. His hair was a deep black but the style was unusual, nothing I have seen on men or women. I then looked at his attire and reached out to touch the advanced material, feeling the smooth material slide between my fingertips. "Animal hide" I murmured and I ran a fingertip along the grey material under the coat. The man reacted efficiently and stepped away from my touch and gave me a muted look, as if conflicted. "Whoa there, no touching!" he said and patted down his attire as a woman came and stood beside him, wearing a just as strange attire. She looked me once over attentively before giving the man a look. A look I could not decipher. "Is this Earth?" I finally questioned and the man smirked at me before folding his arm, seeming impressed. "Whatever you wanna call this," he motioned to the plains with a laugh before continuing. "I have to say, whatever drugs you got in your system seems to have fucked your sense. Got any more?" I registered his mocking tone but could not decipher his onslaught of words, leaving me with a grimace on my face. His eyes then trailed to my body and I followed his gaze, seeing as I was bare. "Just grab her and lets go, Dante. We still have to survey the rest of the area" she hinted and the man, named Dante, shrugged before leaning forward to grab me. His hand reached out for my arm and I flinched back, not in fear but hostility. "C'mon!" he grunted out and reached once more, this time with speed but I slipped my arm from his grasp, stepping away from the two. "I refuse!"
A curse lifted his lips and his hand became a blur, reappearing on my wrist and clamped tight. The violent grab shook me not only physically but mentally. The man called Dante must have noticed my astounded expression for he glanced down at the contact, knowing he was feeling the same thing. It was a terrible burn, the same burn on my back. The burn of sin. A prayer left my lips as I stepped back but was stopped by his firm grip. "Demon" I glared at him and he returned the gesture with one of his own, looking more demented than an average demon. I breathed out in a collective breath and anticipated action, however he did not move. Simply stared. "And what does that make you?!" he challenged, still holding tight and I looked at the wary girl beside him, seeing recognition within her eyes. "Angel…" the girl said with wide eyes and I looked upon the woman, was she a demon as well? "Bullshit! Why would a naked ass Angel be here in the middle of fucking nowhere?" I removed his strange sayings and surmised he was questioning the validity of my race. Taking advantage of his confusion I wretched my wrist from his grip and dug my heel into the ground before swinging a clenched hand into his jaw. The sound of skin contact and shuttering bones was enlightening and the force sent him to the ground, landing with a loud thud. I gave the woman one last look before turning on my heel, heading for the ruins in the distance.
When I turned I was met face to face with Dante, a look of pure ire etched into his face. "Move demon, unless you want to risk your life!" I side stepped pass the man, relieved he was no longer in my eyesight. However what gave me pause was the distinct sound of a withdrawing blade, a blade which cried of sins. I stopped in my tracks and flexed my hands, already feeling the tip of his blade pressing against my back. "You're coming with us, willingly or not" I sent a prayer above, knowing the quiet whispers were heard with the rampant beating of my heart. I felt my wrist heating up once again, feeling the light seep under my skin. With a small burst of light, a long and elegant sword weighed in my hand, crafted from blessed metal, the ivory hilt showcasing a golden guard divided into thick strands decorated with feathers and pearls. Disregarding the blade to my back I turned halfway, opening my body for a wide stance and aimed the sword at his neck in a challenging gesture. "You speak like one with experience, I do hope its not a simple act" I said and slashed diagonal from his chin, aiming to slice off his arm. With a smirk he dropped his arm and stepped back with ease. His eyes perused over my body once more before he licked his lips in near anticipation and lust. "Lets fight then, angel"
My heart flooded with blood as he made the first move, choosing for a short sprint. He rushed me with incredible speed, speed I have not witnessed amongst demons. His sinful blade arched upward and I jumped away in time to avoid the sharp blade. Before I could get my two feet on the ground he was in front of me again, this time jabbing before slicing left and right, moving like a skilled fighter. I met and dodged each swing, knowing he would tire out or reveal a damaging weakness. However the fire in his eyes did nothing to confirm my prediction. "Fight me!" he mocked with a smirk as he did one last swipe which I dodged carefully. I quickly noticed the sudden change in his expression and was startled by the sight of a large red battle axe. I expressed my distress with a subtle grit of my teeth as he moved swiftly, raising his weapon above his head before descending down just as quickly. With luck I raised my sword and made contact with his weapon nearly crippling from the weight. I crouched low to distribute the tremendous weight and Dante peered down at me with a grin. "You look much better on your knees" he taunted and pressed harder and at each sound of our weapons gratings, I began to register my purpose for being here. With a low grunt I shoved upward and heaved the weapon away, watching in awe as it suddenly transformed to his previous sword. I discarded the useless emotion and advanced, now more determined than ever to end this frivolous fight.
I slashed downward before going upward and with a powerful lunge I thrust my sword forward and skewered his shoulder. I did not relish in the hit and kicked the center of his body, hearing the wet swipe of flesh over metal. I rushed forward and sliced across his neck which he blocked with a simple raise of his sword. He then pushed forward and I rolled back, nearly dodging a blade to the eye. As I rose to my full height he was already on me, ready to sever my head. I blocked the hit with a small glare and kicked his shin before shoving my blade up into the pit of his stomach. The sound of air rushing from his body soothed me and I pulled away, watching gingerly as the demon knelt to the ground with a laugh. "Dante!" the woman yelled in distress, running towards his hunched form. I stepped passed the demon and watched carefully as the woman ran pass me, a terrible look of concern within her eyes. "Human" I called out towards her and she halted her advancement towards Dante. "Where is the nearest civilization" I turned towards her to see contemplation etched into her face. She refused to answer and I looked to the east, seeing a small cluster of buildings sweltering under the sun.
With caution I grabbed the handle of the door and pulled it open, hearing a distinctive ringing upon entry. It was a dim lit storage for clothing of some kind; harboring attire related to what is considered ideal. I realized upon entering this bustling city is that my lack of attire is frown upon, leading me to don a robe I found on a human. "Welcome" my eyes snapped to the lady behind a counter, knowing she was trying to hide her nervous smile. I approached the lady and contemplated what to ask of her. I gazed down at the counter to see a book she must have been reading. It was bigger than the average book and peculiar in content for it held detailed drawings. A particular drawing caught my eyes and I pointed at it. "I want this" she meekly peered down at my request before nodding gently, walking from the counter to the other half of the store to look in the storage of clothing. My choice was that of an attire I was more familiar with, a nice white robe. "This is as close as I can get in that dress, I also brought some shoes to match" the woman's voice was sweet and I could not help but smile at the tone.
I exited the shop with an ungraceful stumble, feet shuffling to accommodate the strange shape. My robe was tighter than the few I have worn before, and shorter. I was able to pay for the fee for such an attire since the primary robe I wore had a few notes. The sun was falling behind the buildings, creating an unnatural glow amongst the city. I gazed at the people passing by, their faces tight with stress and regrets. It was strange to see humans this close, to truly be in their faulty presence without startling them. Angels are graced with fluidity, strength and youth while humans are gifted with purpose, emotions, and life. They envy us and we envy them.
The sun vanished and the moon rose high along with the cries of the demons, lurking along the dark shadows of buildings. They smelled the sin and purity on me, knew what I was and will be. One of them. I have 7 days to regain my standings and maintain my grace with God, but how will that be possible in this forsaken world. Demons and humans roam together, fighting to become superior over the other. Where does the Holy stand in all this? Unlike most of the fallen, I still remember my life as God's messenger and can still pray without reluctance. The only answer I can produce from that realization was the sudden disappearance of an artifact. An artifact that when presented to my peers for the first time, it was met with disregard. A simple orb was found during one our hunts for demons attempting to access the holy land. It was found amongst the demons and we knew it must have been some sort of importance to them, a symbol for victory. We attempted to dissect it, discerning if it was a device meant to hinder us. It was placed it the vault and then disappeared some time later, reported by a fellow angel. Time is nonexistent in the Heavens but the time it spent there was brief. The time of the orb vanishing and my falling was not just simple chances.
I took shelter in between two buildings, shielding myself from the trickling rain and humans. My blonde hair lay against my cheeks, weighing my head terribly and sweeping across the ground as I knelt. I closed my eyes against the dark world and concentrated on my beating heart. At each thump I felt my skin crawling with light, stretching out and escaping my body, leaving to touch others across the city. I felt the humans, demons, and one angel. I concentrated on the beam of light, shutting my eyes tighter and imagined what surrounded them. A tall building, perhaps on par with the others. The masonry was basic and contained humans of many ages, sleeping soundly. I metaphysically slipped into the cracks of the building, catching the light of a human and the angel. The light of the human was far brighter than the angel's, causing questions to boil within my mind. The angelic light was dull and muddled with an inky black, sign of a demon. The darkness swirled with malice and I peered into it, trying to identify the being. As I neared, the light flashed with great might before sputtering like a falling star leaving an angry expanding black. The presence of the darkness overwhelmed me, seizing my strand of light in an intoxicating pull. Vertigo pulled my gut and as the darkness wrenched me closer I fought and reeled back from the building before crashing back into my body. I fell over with a gasp and landed flat onto the damp ground, soaking up the grime of the day. With another struggled gasp I clumsily rose to my full height, mastering the human form of footwear. I rubbed over my heart and emerged from the enclosing, peering down the streets for the presence of demons.
"Angel…" a whispering voice crawled into my ears and rattled my brain with fear, eliciting a sigh from me. I contacted the light within me and felt my saber weigh heavily in my grasp. My eyes shifted left to right, taking in the bright flashing signage along structures and the fall of the rain. A deep impact sounded behind me, shuttering the puddles as if a great being descended. I felt the vile tingles of sin on my neck and spun on my heel and thrust the end of my glowing sword into the face of a tall and mangled creature, its porcelain face mimicking a crying child. The face distorted and disintegrated around my sword and under that noise was a deep sound. I whirled around with my sword in a horizontal motion, catching the sturdy neck of a being leveled with my height. It's inky horns pulsed with power as the red skin of its neck mingled with the edge of my sword. I raised my foot and shoved it deep into its hollow torso before following with a downward slash, severing it in half. Black blood spilled onto me like a fountain, repelling off my pure skin. A glint caught my eye and reeled to the side just in time to avoid a blinding arrow. I followed the line of fire to see a mockery of a cherub aiming down it's sights. I did not risk hesitation and with a step back I hurled my sword forward. The beaming sword pieced the demon's gut and it fell with the weight, landing on the ground in a mass of porcelain. A growl emanated from beside me and another demon advanced upon me, this time swinging it's blade infused arm. It poised to strike and with urgency I seized their readied arm and shoved a heavy fist into their face, grabbing what was surrounding my hand and tugged. Blood spurted like small streams onto my face as I snatched out a malleable mass of ink. With a grimace I dropped the matter and was left with a stained body and dead demons. Not taking a chance to encounter more demons I dashed for my sword embedded into the ground and hurried away from the scene. The only thing clear in my mind was the angel and human. Especially the possessed Angel.
My eyes blinked away dirty moisture as I rounded a building and sprinted towards my destination, hearing a cacophony of demon cries behind me. Sin tingled at my back, tempting me to eradicate it but I refused, intent on invading the building. I ran up the slippery steps and slapped my hands on the handles and pulled. I glided into the crack I allowed and slammed the door closed, watching as bundles of demons crashed against the glass. A warding circle glowed upon the glass and I raised my brow at the scripture. The demons pounded against the glass, trying to break through the warding powers the circle emitted. I stepped away from the door with a small sigh before turning to face the long corridor. The floor was draped with a long rug, leading to a pair of metal doors. I walked down the hallway with urgency, keeping out my sword in case of an accidental encounter with the possessed Angel.
I discarded the idea of using the metal shielded device that opened with a press of a triangle button and opted for the wooden stairs beside it. The walls were wooden and riddled with portraits of various humans, always holding the expression of the content. The relation between the portraits was little, and held no significance as to who dwells within these rooms. As I ascended, I felt the tugging sensation of sin, alerting me of a demon lurking nearby. I knew it was that cursed Angel and halted my ascension when I felt the urge reach it's peak. I was at the limit of how the stairs took me and glanced at the wooden door trapping the evil inside.
I entered another corridor but it held one door at the end, leading to the room which held the human and Angel inside. I approached the door rather quietly and listened intently to the sounds on the other side. Nothing. I grabbed the door handle and twisted, finding that it will not budge. I twisted the device tighter, mangling it apart and pushed the door open, noticing wood shards littered the floor. "You!" it was the human woman from the wasteland, slowly rising from her position on a leather seat. I ignored the human and scanned the area visually, finding no signs of the Angel. "Where is the Angel?" I questioned softly and entered the room with a grimace. She looked at my feet and I followed her gaze, seeing a fresh circle painted to the ground. An entrapment circle. "You are the one painting those demon wards" I said and tried moving outside the small circle only to stop short at the edge. "And you must be the one pissing off those demons" I heard a voice comment from behind me followed by the closing of a door. I did not have to turn to guess it was that wretched demon, Dante. I felt his demonic presence, eating away at my control as time passed on. "I miss you without clothes" he commented and lightly touched my hair. He then rounded me and I faced his smug expression foretelling how much joy he was getting out of this. "What is an Angel like you lurking in this realm?" I suddenly sensed the strong fusion of his dark aura…and something else. Was this the possessed Angel? Would he know about the orb…or perhaps possess it? Only Angel's and the innocent are granted entrance into heaven but does that apply to a possessed Angel? "I will only answer if you are willing to answer my questions" Dante scoffed at my words in a reflexive manner before crossing his arms. "Makin' a deal?" he raised a brow at me before looking at the woman behind him. I was able to see her short brown hair and the mark painted on her forehead. "I do not deal, Demon. I simply offer" his head whipped back to mine and he laughed at my statement. "Same fucking thing, now ask away!" he seemed entertained by my discourse but I ignored the mockery, intent on asking my question.
"I can see the light and dark inside you. How are you able to possess a celestial entity?" I caught the slight hesitation and confusion in his eyes at my words but he hid it quickly with a smile. "I'm not possessing anything, this is all me" he gestured to his body and I analyzed it once more. He reeked of sin yet under the muddied black there was a faint light battling for recognition. "He's trying to say that he is both light and dark, a Nephilim" Dante and I made eye contact at the woman's admission, seeming to read each other's thoughts. I conveyed surprise as my gaze littered his body, trying to find some form of trickery. My eyes landed on his deep red necklace resting against his chest, glinting under the dull light. "Why are you here?" it was apparent he was avoiding the central issue. "I'm searching for an artifact, an orb" the woman was now beside Dante, close to his side but not close enough to convey fear. I do not know how humans perceive Angel's, most are blinded by our light and cower in fear. However the woman was staring directly at me without a hint of discomfort. "Have you seen it?" I looked from Dante to the woman, both showing the expression of passiveness. "No, why is it so important?" I eyed the dark man before looking to the human, giving me a cold face. Lie. "You are lying" I gingerly accused and Dante simply smirked at my accusation, not at all affected by his sin. "No I'm not" he lied once more and heard the grating in my ears, signaling another lie. "He is" the woman interrupted me before I can reply to his deceit. Dante visibly bristled before he slowly eyed her with a glare. "We know about the orb and we can help you find it!" she spoke in one breath, stepping closer to me. I chanced a glance at Dante to see ire seeping into his face like thick oil. "Who has it?" I made sure to hide my emotions as she approached me and swiped her feet across the circle, erasing her spell. Before the female can answer my anxious question she was pulled away by Dante, retreating to a small corner
Dante
I glanced at the Angel, not caring how she absorbed the pissed look on my face. However, I did make sure to hide the pull she exhibited like a fucking drug. Every now and then she would pause to look me over, taking in my body before making direct eye contact. Her sharp blue eyes reading me like a book and I read her, taking in her tempting body. From head to toe was elegance and purity, a perfect model for an Angel. And then there's me, a fucked up demon and angel. Her fucking legs were what nearly made me stumble into a realm of lust. She looked at me once more and I felt the tug once more, this time centering inside my pants. I breathed in carefully, inhaling thick air which weighed my lugs with anticipation. I took a steady step forward and grabbed Kat by the arm and pulled her back, glaring at the Angel. Her lips pursed in slight annoyance and I licked mine while pulling Kat to a corner. Knowing the Angel may be able to hear I turned my back towards the entity and glared at Kat. "Fuck was that?" I murmured and risked a glance at her, feeling another spike in my gut. The dress she wore was white, speckled with dirt and demon blood. It stopped above her knees and flared, closing in tightly around her tits. "She can help us in getting the orb!" Kat's urgent and thoughtful voice brought me from my musings and I contemplated her idea. "We can do just fine without her help! We have a few leads that will point us to him" I justified, knowing involving this Angel will bring all sorts of shit storms. "We have no leads, Dante! We've been searching for three months and nothing has come up! The longer we wait, the closer he gets!" she pushed passed me without another glance and approached the Angel in even stride, her hand held out for a handshake. "Let's combine our efforts" Kat said confidently, pushing her hand into the Angel and shook it. The Angel looked confused by the gesture but followed through with the motion with a nod.
Angel
I shook the human's hand and was astounded by her ignorance to my effect on her, treating me as if I was one of her own. I then eyed the Nephilim suspiciously, sensing he was conflicted with the immediate decision. I ignored Dante and smiled down at the girl, knowing the tense emotion of my eyes did not match the gesture. "Tomorrow we'll start early with the tracking, I'll show you the last spots showing signs of the orb" I noted her words carefully, trying to ascertain what type of signs the orb might display. "I suggest we relax tonight" she hinted, mostly to Dante before going back to the leather seats. She plopped down and I then noticed a box displaying an array of pictures, these images flickering followed by voices. I blinked my eyes at the sudden stimulation and turned away with a frown, seeing Dante staring at the picture box. I only caught his profile but was able to see his eyes shift with each image and I analyzed his reactions, witnessing minimal signs of annoyance. His darkness flowed with his emotions, slowly fanning out as he grew irritated. I took a step closer and observed how his heart rate increased with each passing moment.
"Do you have a name?" his curt question snapped me from my reverie and my eyes snapped to his red necklace before trailing to his face once more. His vibrant eyes was fixated upon the picture box, seeming not to care whether I replied or not. I squinted at the rusted box, trying to see what he was intrigued by. "Hmmm?" I stilled as he suddenly turned on me, dark eyes watching me. "I do not have a name" He took a broad step forward with one hand sliding against the leather seats, not bothered by our close proximity. As he advanced stealthily I felt my skin burn hotter, centering in my stomach before fanning out like a great flame. I could not stop the sensation and settled with a tight fist at my side to quell the ebbing pain. Dante halted before me, our eyes on par yet I felt my will shrinking with each passing minute. I shook my head at the humane thought before placing a hand over the necklace draped across his chest to steady my motivation. I paused at the unconscious action but did not pull away, instead I pressed deeper and felt his steady heartbeat. He inhaled slowly and deeply, pulling in whatever he sought before exhaling with heated air. "That's a shame" His voice came out disinterested but his eyes conveyed attentiveness as he surveyed my face. With that came heat, an incomprehensible sensation which added to my burning body. Was this sin? I stepped closer to his body and felt the burning rush to my face, coating it with a low hum. My breathing became shallow and fast, mimicking his as he pushed his face towards mine. I could not decipher his ominous intention but my body quickly discovered his goal. Dante's hand brushed my sides gently as if testing my skin for impurities before sliding to my lower back. His slow trail left burns of pain that had my stomach dipping from the novel feeling. His hands made it to my backside and I gave him an off look in confusion before gasping in surprise as he adjoined out hips. A soft yet masculine sound fell from his lips and I gazed into his eyes, trying to interpret these conflicting emotions and sensations. My mouth trembled from the overwhelming burn growing in my belly, spiking downward and hitting the apex of my thighs. I gripped his shirt and gazed down at our unified hips, slowly realizing his intention.
I released his crumpled shirt and with a stumble I slid from his heated grip, steadying myself by grasping the leather seats. The human continued to watch the picture box, not at all aware of the sudden rise in tension. "Did you like it?" Dante asked darkly and I raised my chin at his lecherous expression. Temptation. I gritted my aching teeth and brushed off the premise of sin which coated my body. I cannot rise to grace if I am corrupted with sin and that single thought scared me as I gazed into the man's eyes. Temptation is an evil thing, never should I fall into that pit. I turned away from him and placed a hand on the human's shoulder, successfully gaining her attention. "I need a change of attire" she nodded at my request and I caught the delicate tattoo etched onto her face and frowned. She did not notice my sudden change in demeanor and led me out the vast room and through a door which held another room fit with a bed. My shoes tapped loudly against the bare wooden floor and I watched in bewilderment as the human led me through another door. "This is the bathroom, you can shower and the like in here. I'll see if I can find any clothes that can fit you" she gazed up at me as she said this and I took the time to gaze around the bathroom. On my cloud I never had to worry about hygiene, simply a thought and I was anew once again. However in this realm I could feel my power dwindling away and at each increasing hour I felt my will wane. It was that demon. "Here" I stilled at the sudden sound of her soft voice and bundles of clothing was pressed into my arms. I blinked in surprise for I never notice her disappearance but I thanked her all the same.
I stared into the polished mirror with a small frown before trailing my hands through my extensive hair. It was still soft to the touch but held smudges of dirt and dark blood. I felt the remaining heat from before ebbing down my spine and I sighed in restrain frustration. I closed my eyes to block out the fiery shame within me but I still felt his sweltering touch running down my body. The heat was not the reaction to his sins but to his temptation. Lust. My eyes snapped open and I reeled away from the mirror, holding the side of my head as I my mind replayed the events. How such a demon can have this effect on me. I quickly stripped from my clothing and tore off my shoes before examining the intimidating contraption known as a shower. It took me several minutes to figure out the mechanism and I stepped in. The cold water from the spout splashed against my warm face and I sighed from the comfort. I began rubbing away the dried grime from my body with the aid of the soap, reveling in the pure scent. Did you like it? His voice filled my thoughts like a flood and I paused my actions, listening to his amused tones. I refused to answer and scrubbed harder yet at each scrub his labored breathing increased in volume. My legs gave out like a collapsing tower of bricks and I gripped the faucet above me to regain my faltering balance. My rubbed my face with my free hand before moving down my neck, reaching my aching mounds. I sighed at the alleviating contact with a small smile before moving downwards. As I reached lower I slowly halted, my brows furrowing at my instinctive actions. I shook my heavy head, denying the dark temptation fusing into my limbs and pulled my hand away. I prayed briefly before turning off the faucet, my clean body filled with awaiting sin.
I stepped from the bathroom with a pair of patterned loose shorts and a just as loose shirt. I was familiar with the garments but knew men mostly wear these where I formally resided. My cold feet padded against the warm floors and I glanced at the bed, knowing humans used it to rest. However the idea of resting was foreign to me for I never required cessations, my duty was to serve not relax. There was one lonely window to the right of the bed showcasing the unrelenting rain which pattered against it. I approach the frosted glass and peered outside, seeing nothing but tall building and flickering lights. I never imagined Earth to be like this, so advanced yet ever close to the edge of destruction. The times I would come to this realm would be to eradicate forsaken demons scattered throughout wasteland, far from civilization. Curious humans have encountered me but never saw my angelic form, always cringing from the blinding light I unknowingly produced. My angelic form was muted to gender, I did not bare any features to distinguish between man and woman. However once I fell my true form emerged and it is troublesome to have these feminine features.
"This place has really changed over the years" Dante's rumbling voice startled me as I felt his ghosting breath against my damp neck. Curiosity bled over my fear and I stared off into the distance, seeing the wasteland I fell into. "How so?" I questioned and he sighed with a soft laugh which tingled my ears. I felt his heated fingers swipe over my neck before he gathered my hair and slid it over my shoulder, watching it cascade down. I tensed at the action and turned around swiftly with a deep glare, warning him of his actions. "This place use to be controlled by demons. Human's didn't know what was going on and that they were being manipulated. They bought into any shit the media told them" Dante backed away from me and plopped down onto the bed and leaned back. I furrowed my brows at the information he gave me, knowing an incident happened on earth some time ago. "Mundus was the reigning king here" the name carved into my skull burned with recognition and I furrowed my brows. Mundus was here? "How did he get here?!" I furrowed my brows and approached the Nephilim and he smirked up at me. "Hell Gate" I placed a weighed hand to my head and closed my eyes in frustration. "Where were you guys during this shit?" he questioned and I heard the concealed hatred within his voice. "We cannot enter the human realm if no one believes in us and our miracles. Without their hope we cannot see into their realm let alone enter it" I defended and he scoffed at my excuse as if it was petty. "Whatever, in the end he was killed and humans continued on with their life" he brushed it off and I sat next to him with a skeptical look. "Just like that, someone killed him?" he nodded and laid back, not intent on elaborating on Mundus' death.
I dropped my suspicion and gazed down at his necklace, feeling the same pull as before. I resisted the urge to touch it with a scowl and settled with staring at the artifact, trying to figure as to why it exuded such a force. "Does that belong to you?" he glanced down at the necklace as if he forgotten it before lifting it before his eyes. The blood red crystal caught the light and glinted brightly like the sun except there was no heat or a sense of calm. I knew that necklace is not something easily attained for it contained properties foreign to this realm. "Why else would I be wearing it, hmm?" he retorted with a raise of a brow and I looked away, not content in starting a mundane banter. "Leave, I do not wish to argue" I moved away from him and rested my back against the headboard with a cross of my arms. He did not heed my stern warning and instead sat up with a planned smile. "Do you really not have a name, there's gotta be someone that calls you by a name?" his smile portrayed deceit yet his words played curiosity and I could not resist the contemplating induced question. My mind picked up the particular moments I spent on the human realm killing demons. The demons knew who I was and often called me by many cruel names I cannot keep track of. However I encountered a demon who was once an angel, these type of demons are called fallen angels. I halted at that thought and felt my back burn once more with the oncoming sin. I have fallen as well but that demon is not the same as me. I still possess my angelic abilities and I fell without a hearing. Regardless my justification, that demon and I are now equals. "Celeste" I simply said as my mind worked sluggishly around the name, trying to deny the title given by that demon. Once he used that name, every demon that emerged from the dark pit of hell remembered me well. I looked at Dante and saw a reassured look on his face, as if he expecting that answer. Did he know of me? "I don't mean to be rude but you look tired as hell" I touched my face at his insult and I furrowed my brows. Is Hell truly tired? "How do I not look as tired as hell?" I questioned seriously and with a smooth smile he shifted closer.
I finally breathed in after a moment of confusion as he loomed over me, his heady scent coating my lungs as if I drowned in liquid fire. I gripped the sheets beside my hips and concealed my untamed restrain with a steady stare. "You need to relax first" he said calmly and I hesitantly released the sheets before settling them in my lap. "I'm relaxed" I said with full confidence as he slipped off the bed. He gripped my ankle lightly and tugged gently while giving me a guarded look. He tugged harder and I slipped from my rested position to laying flat against the bed. The force alarmed me and I tried slipping my ankle from his firm grip. He released my limb but to my dismay he crossed his legs over me, straddling my hips. In retaliation I raised my arms and pushed him roughly by the chest, hearing the thick impact shutter his heart. Despite the deadly reaction he remained on top of me. "I'm helping you relax" he murmured as he gathered my hands before pinning it beside my head. He then pressed his forehead to mine and breathed deeply, I could not help gasping at his actions or the way he stared deeply into my eyes. "Relax, angel" was all he said before pressing his lips to mine and my mind reeled into a muck of confusion. The sensation was raw and new, nothing I have ever experience. His mouth moved against mine and I stared wide eyes into his, my limbs paralyzed. My lungs cried for release yet my lips craved more, wanting to devour him. I felt his tongue swipe against my lips and I shivered at the strange sensation. Before my lungs can burst from lack of air he pulled back with a sigh and released my hands, smirking at my dazed expression. "I have been wanting to fucking kiss you since I first laid eyes on those lips" he said without shame and accented his want with a quick swipe of his thumbs against my lips. "K-kiss me?" I said and remembered the deep gesture with a blush. "Are you relaxed?" he questioned and I was surprised by the question, not sure how to admit my state. "No" I said honestly and tensed as he leaned back and shrugged off his jacket. "Why?" he tossed the jacket off the bed and braced his hands on both sides of my head. I arched my back from instinct and he used the opportunity to slip one hand under my back and press me closer. "I…I want more"
And that is NOT the end, of course I'll get down to the dirty bits in the next chapter. Do take note that Celeste still wants to be an angel.
That's all, folks!