Author's note: I kinda rushed the beginning because I wanted to get to who the 'she' is. This chapter is super rushed. The next one i already wrote down and I'm actually really proud of it. So keep on reading when i update it. Please comment and favorite. Hint hint, keep an eye out for repeating words. They have to do with the story.
What would she know about family? Sure she had one. She had one. They're all gone now; killed by hunters. But it doesn't matter anymore. She was never one to complain, but then again she isn't in the position to. How long was she like this? She's seen the first men cross over to America. She's seen the rise of the great Roman Empire, the birth of Jesus Christ, the fall of Rome. She watched as the Spanish found the Bahamas and claimed it as American. She wept as the Japanese raped and killed woman and children in the Second World War. She laughed in irony when America dropped their bombs on Japan. She watched in horror as the Twin Towers fell to its doom. But how old is she? How long had it been since she first fell asleep? She remembers seeing the evolution of mankind. What year is it now? When will she wake? When will she be saved?
Dante walked into the large tower that loomed in the middle of a sea. If Vergil wasn't here, Dante would have never came. But the pay was good and he really needed the money. Dante scoffed at the memory of how he got this job.
"She is a very powerful demon. She is destined to destroy the human race. I don't really care for human at all but it would be somewhat lonely without them here," the demonic voice roared. He is and old demon. His minions call him the Father.
Dante was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, "and you want me to kill her?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact I do. I also hired someone else to make it more interesting. Whoever kills her first gets the money," the Father said mockingly.
"Who might that be?" Dante asked while moving away from the wall.
"Your brother."
"Vergil?" Dante asked, eyes wide open in shock.
"Happy hunting," the Father said disappearing.
Dante shook his head and returned to the present. The Father promised that it would be quick and easy. All he had to do was walk in, kill her, and get out. Easy enough, but nothing is what it seems. Dante walked up the tower without any hassle. He got to the door where his target would be. He opened the door and peered into the room. Long, dark, old curtains draped off the walls. Some were torn and some were pulled off the walls and laid on the ground. It was clear that the demons that lived here rarely entered the room. Spider webs laid abandoned and there was a dresser on the right side of the room. It was covered in dust and mold. He walked up to the dresser and saw a mirror which attached to the dresser; bathed in dirt and dust. On the left side there was a crystal vase with a dead rose inside. The water of the rose was dirty and black. A picture sat on the right side of the dresser. The picture was also covered in dust and dirt. Dante picked up the picture and cleared the dust from it. The picture was of a woman. She had black hair and emerald green eyes. A letter fell out from the back of the picture. Dante picked up the letter and examined it. The writing was in a language that he could not read so he put it back in the frame and set the picture back on the dresser. He turned around and there was a bed with candles all around it. There were bright red curtains hanging off of the walls behind it. The bed was round and a dusty red. A woman laid on it; chained down and lifeless she seemed. Her clothes were ripped and torn. It looked like she had never taken them off, as if she grew so much that the clothes started ripping instead of stretching. Behind her was a wall that had a ferret chained to it. The ferret seemed lifeless just like the woman. This woman was his target. To kill her he needed to talk to the demon that binds her and keeps her in this eternal slumber. On the left side of the room was a door. Dante walked up to it and pushed it open. It did not lead to another room but to a long hall way that seemed to have been built in a cave. He followed the path slowly and it led to a new door. Just like before, he opened the door and walked in. This time there was a woman inside the room. She was sitting on her bed. The woman noticed him and got up and walked over. She had black hair, grey skin, and piercing red eyes.
"I know why you are here," said the woman. She too was a demon.
"You can break the spell that binds the demon in the other room," Dante said. He was on edge, readying for a possible battle.
"Ah yes," she stopped for a moment, "she is my sister. Her name is Star."
"I don't care about her name. Just break the spell," Dante said impatiently.
"Oh I think you will want to know her name. For one day she will bare your child."
"Go home. You're drunk." Even though he was joking his voice sounded serious.
"What do you speak of? I am home," she replied.
"Sure you are. What were you saying?" Dante asked, dropping the topic.
"I can see into the future. That is why The Father keeps me around," she looked away for a moment, "I can break the spell. Please, Father has skeletons in his closet that need to be found." She handed Dante a katana, "kill me. It's the only way to break the spell."
"Why didn't your master do it himself?"
"Star can't die by just anyone's hand. When she was born, she was created a certain way. She is older than mankind, older than Sparda. Fate knew that Sparda one day would be born and save the humans. Fate knew that you would be born. Fate gets bored easily and created a game to entertain itself. Only a son of Sparda wielding either Yamato or Rebellion can kill her. That is what Fate has written in the oldest of stories. It is her destiny to try and kill all of humanity, and it is her fate to die by your hand. One day she will bare your child, a son. He will be strong and brave, like his father. You two will never marry, but you two will love each other. Once she gets a taste for human blood she will become evil. You must kill her before that happens. She will fall and die by the hands of the only man she has ever loved. Unless you kill her before this happens," she explained.
"You can change your fate," Dante said.
"Yes, and this is why you must kill her now," She gave the sword to Dante, "you will learn in due time, son of Sparda," Dante drove the sword through the demon that stood before him.
"Father lies," she says as she let out her final breath. Dante pulled the sword out from her and she fell to the ground. She laid broken and still. Dante dropped the sword next to her and walked away. He returns to the room before but to a strange new sight. The bed that held the beautiful woman was empty. The chains were broken and even the ferret was gone too.
"It can't ever be easy, can it?" Dante asked with a huff of his breath. He stormed out of the room in frustration. He can only hope he will find this demonic woman before it's too late.
Author's note: My best friend's name is Star and i promised I'd name the demon in here after her. This fanfic is for you Star! I love you 4evr sis!
Damn, going back and re-reading my whole story makes me wonder why I didn't notice all the grammar errors before. Ok so hopefully my auto correct won't keep making Sparda into Sparta from now on. Hope that didn't turn you guess off. Time to re-read the next chapter…
