Strawberry sundae's, pizza, and beer used to be his gateway to heaven on earth. Those were the day's. Nowadays, the demon slayer could only bask in happiness when his only female companions would tag-team and decide to leave him out of it; a girl's day out, slaughtering Hell's children.
Time's like these were what made the devil want to jump for joy. Trish and Lady would be off for weeks, or even a whole month! This meant Dante could spend time the way he wished; without a blond demoness or raven-haired human keeping him on a tight leash, all while forcing him to assist them on missions they chose.
The worst of the feminine duo's action's including Dante were the actual missions they chose. Gruesome deeds; not enough pay, and pay was what Dante needed most. Everyone wonders why his home was far from properly furnished. The root problem was always money. Hey Dante where's all the decor? Hey Dante, whats with the recurring outfits? Hey Dante, why are you always eating pizza and sundays? Money. Who could afford anything more?
Okay, the food and apparel appeals were more so because he loved those things more than anything, but his point still remains.
It always seemed like Trish chose the nastiest jobs. Or was it Lady? Hell, whoever did the choosing, they did an awfully horrible job at it. 'Women.' He thought, choking out a scoff. If anything, it looked like Dante was only dragged along to do away with the dirty work. Dante doubted anyone understood the disgusting stuff demons carried inside themselves. To think that crap actually makes up their inner body functions and bodily fluids...
Knowing what its like without the experience and actually being there to feel, smell, and even taste that stuff are two incredibly different concepts. The thought alone made him want to hurl chunks; memories of those rare accidents of letting the slimy liquids take the pleasure of tainting his buds washed over him like an invisible wave. It sent disgusted shivers down his person.
The devil remembered all too well the realization after the morbid deeds were done of Trish and Lady's disappearances. 'Leave me with the blood and guts and wait for me ahead like it ain't a big deal. Tch.' He thought. It was always the plan. Their plan.
This time, it'll be his plan. The Dante plan. This plan would contain every doable aspect of things that made him happy. The only question now, is what to do first? The devil tapped his leather-gloved fingers to his cheek. A quick pizza for the road sounds about right. The road to some innocent demon slaying, that is.
All that needed to be done now, was to place a signature red coat, sword, and color-contrasting pistols where they needed to be.
He rose to his feet, moving to the pool table. There lay his red beauty of a jacket amongst the short green fuzz that was the pool table's playing surface. After sliding both arms through, he strode to the doorway. As he began to move around an upcoming black leather armchair, he fluently swiped up Ebony and Ivory, spinning them around by the trigger guard before swiftly putting them in their places.
No one was around to see him show off, sure, but it was nice to make yourself feel like a badass. Double the points when you are and know you're a badass, too.
At the door he now stood as he reached for Rebellion. He was unable to keep himself from taking a gander at the sleek silver beaut as he smirked. What a wonderful weapon he had, indeed. His smirk grew singing himself in its reflexion. Anyone could take one glance and understand how giddy days like this made Dante feel.
Rebellion now on his back, he heads out. How he managed to sleep the whole day was beyond him, but apparently, he had done it, for the moon gleamed bright among the dark blue skies. Their were more people out tonight than usual. Dante wondered why. Whatever that was all about was beyond him, too. All he knew, was the local diner in town beckoned for him; called for him to order a nice pizza all for himself.
The substantial amount of people out this very night began to tug at his head once again the farther he ventured into the heart of town. Dante grew more and more curious of the reasoning. This town wasn't exactly the most lively or popular, so what gives? Whatever. Nothing is tearing this demon from his dinner, er, late-night...-lunch..? Whatever.
In a matter of time, he had reached his destination. His hand pressed against the cold glass that was the entrance and pushed it open. Jingling bells alerted his arrival like always. Just befire reaching his seat, he is greeted eith a cheerful "Dante; Hi!" from a familiar waitress. "Hello to yourself, Cindy," Dante greeted back. "How's my favorite waitress doing, 'uh?" "She's doing great, thanks for asking!" Cindy was always an upbeat spirit.
Stepping into this Diner nowadays reminds him of the blond muscle-headed bafoon who stalked him with no relent. "What about you and that guy? Uh, Isaac or something, was it?" The mention of that jealous idiot sent the redheaded waitress' hands around herself; holding herself. She looked like one of those ridiculous, love-struck school girls in those japanese anime's.
Dante's lips curled to an amused smile. "Good I take it?" For some reason, those choice of words didn't seem to cover it all. "Better than good, its fantastic!" She sang. "Enough about me, you're here for your appetite, not my love story; what would'ya like?" He wanted to add something along the lines of 'And that is why you're one of my favorite waitress girls!' But something made him think her mind would twist it into something rude. "Large pizza. Everything on it, but olives."
As if Cindy had to even jot it down. She did anyway, for the sake of the cook's knowledge. "On it!" That being said, she skates off. That woman would be happy 'til the day she dies. Cindy was such a youthful character. No doubt about it.
There weren't many people inhabiting the Diner tonight. He wondered what that was about, too. Oh well, it did only mean his order would show its cheesy face sooner. Speak of the little haven, here it came. "Here you go, Dante!"
As always, the devil licked his lips, ready to scarf down the treat.
"Have fun!" Cindy wagered she'd leave him to his nighttime lunch, and skated off yet again. As youthful as the two seemed, Cindy was the more genuinely happy, while Dante.. He was happy, but.. There were all kinds of dark voids shadowing his past he'd like not to get into. Dante was happy, but not entirely to the core.
Thoughts like these were the ones that almost screwed with his appetite. Almost.
Food now finished, it was time for the road. For demon slaying. As the demon fumbled around with his wallet, nearly dropping it every now and again, his peripheral view snagged onto a pure white cloak outside the diner's almost completely glass wall, waltzing down the street with haste. Curiosity was always the death of Dante. He rushed himself to get the bill due out his wallet. Once finished, he rushed out saying his goodbye's to Cindy. Fuck. Too late.
Whoever that guy was, that was an awfully noticeable cloak. Should anyone try to prance around unnoticed would surely get noticed. It was a bright cloak; he'd find the idiot some other time on accident hopefully. Right now, he had demon slaying to do.
Mountainside highways were his favorite. Only when they were accompanied by large bodies of the ocean at its side. It was best taking these routes during sundown or midnight. Sundown had its beautiful warm schemed skies, while Midnight had its breathtaking clear full moons; Both of which had the waters to help accent their beauty with almost seamless reflections.
The air was crisp, drowned in the scent of freshwater. With an arm folded over the convertibles left door, his blue orbs were pealed in the road and what lay ahead. With every window rolled down and the roof tucked away in the trunk, fresh wind seized the demon at all angles. The slightly violent winds rustled his pure white locks. Driving through these routes were probably the one one time Dante ever felt so at peace and down to earth these days.
Dante didn't like being alone with his thoughts like now. He always ended up regretting it, thinking of awkward subjects where he ends up yelling at himself, making himself remember past events better left unremembered, for most of those were very emotional times, or both. Dante sighed. At least he was finally here. It'd get his mind off relatives and past events he'd rather not reminisce. This city was in good shape; its a surprise it's abandoned. He's go so far as to say, "The place even looks like New York, what gives?" No matter. It had thousands of demons roaming it now.
The devil wandered the town hoping to run into something. Surprisingly, nothing came at him. This was awfully odd. Here in this city, they should be popping out of every angle of space at him. The place was like a ghost town. He continued to explore in hopes of a couple of time consuming of battles. Nothing. This didn't feel right; something just didn't. His instincts told him he should probably do with a little investigation.
Just before he could take another step, the bellowing of numerous species of demon sounded behind him. He smirked. "It's about time the party started." He remarked. Dante reached and took grasp of Rebellion's grip, drawing it from its resting place. "Come get some!" He taunted. His treacherously grinning expression fell to utter confusion and bewilder watching them all rush past him. They weren't after him... If not him, then what..?
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I wrote this with My Iphone; Bear with me..?
