DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but the plot and my OC.
Edited. 051414.
A few days have passed and I'm back to the simple routine of my pragmatic yet chaotic life - nothing out of the ordinary pulling at me or knocking me down, nope, just the same old routine of my daily hectic incognito life.
Thankfully, Dante seems to have gone missing, not that I care. And coincidentally – or strangely enough – Kat, or should I say Vergil, has learned to back off and leave me out of his little ordeal. Not that I give a damn about it or anything.
It's come to my attention however that strangely enough, someone, other than those damn demons, knows of my situation. It got me thinking.
You see, I'm cursed. Not the cliché kind, but the kind that makes you stay put. For short, I'm cursed to this accursed city for all eternity. To never leave the borderline, or else I'll be sent back by some fucking force. I realized this horrifying truth right after Curtis died, when demons started to seek me as their trophy bride. I once took a plane, my ticket was immediately cancelled. I tried taking a boat, but the same thing would happen. There was even a time when I tried to swim away from Limbo city, I think I swam for days without food or water, and when I came to, I realized that I ended up just swimming in circles along Bellevue pier. Daddy-o seems to be the only one who can set me free, to break the borders leading to my freedom. Just that or he's a sadist, he won't do shit. He's enjoying of the mere fact that I'm crawling under city lights knowing that I have no way out. He's that of an asshole.
And to my surprise one day, Kat came and invited me to meet Vergil, says he knew how to help me. I was shell-shocked and skeptical at first, very skeptical I tell you. I mean, not once has anyone tried to reach out the daughter of Mundus, much less, help her.
But BAM, here came Vergil and the Order giving me the offer of a lifetime. Repeatedly, I've turned them down time and time again. I just don't trust a tempting offer if a master sends his dog, it's not convincing enough. Sure, I've really thought it through. But then again, it could be a trap. Kat's the real deal though, a psychic, I trust her. It's Vergil I don't trust. He could be using her just to sell me off. Poor Kat.
Back on track, so here I am at the abbey, per usual, delivering the kids a heaping box of pizzas. Father won't be pleased, but he'll have to deal with it. I like to think that I'm doing this out of kindness or charity, but that's not really the case. The main reason why I like to come around and show my face is because the abbey is the only place in the city where I consider myself safe, truly safe and hidden. I ran away after all when I was 16 and never came back; the police weren't so suspicious of the place then. It's a church, what harm can it possibly bring in a city ran by demons? And if you're thinking of something keep the place safe and demon-free, you're entirely right. Since, I don't know - forever I think? – The church has this holy barrier surrounding the place, keeping it safe and hidden under the eyes of idiotic and stupid demons. Father's a medium himself, except with greater power than that of Kat. He knows and has mastered a lot of spells, he keeps the place running and guarded. The nuns and priests are his apprentices, they train under him. And the orphans? Well, majority of them are mediums Father rescued. One way or another, he might eventually come to train them when the time comes. Father rarely goes out of the abbey; he'd rather spend his days in that abbey. It's kind of like his sanctuary; I don't complain or bother asking any further.
In addition, one of the reasons why I come around is simple – it was once my home. It's where I grew up and also, it's where I have the fondest of memories in regards to my mother. Cheesy, I know, so sue me. I keep coming for the kids, is my excuse. Because when I look at them, I'm reminded of me. And in turn, they remind me of what I never was – truly human.
Just as I was about to push through the main door, I hear a loud cry from behind me. In time, I duck and kick the wood off his hands, he cries in pain. Throwing the boxes of pizza at him, he panics and catches them in his hands. In a flash, I'm standing behind him with my hand on his scruffy white hair. Not quite gripping it, but forcing my palm into his head, keeping him in place. And with my other hand, I hold unto his shoulder with my thumb puncturing to his shoulder blade.
"Some move you pulled there kid." I say with a smirk.
I hear him grunt, he wriggles under my grip. I apply pressure on my palm.
"Better luck next time kiddo."
"D-Damn you!"
"Language." Came my sharp reply, he tries to turn to glare at me but fails. I have a firm grip on his head.
"Gemma!" a new voice called. I push the white haired kid and turn towards the caller, who immediately launches herself at me.
"Hey there Kyrie…" I say with a smile, the brunette beams up at me. Meet Kyrie, an orphan when she was just a toddler. Father found her roaming around the streets with a rosary in hand and a faith far deeper and stronger than anyone else's. She has always been like a little sister to me, always clinging to me whenever I come around. Plus, she always tries to be the peacemaker – of which, she fortunately is good at – and is a total sweetheart.
"Did you come to play with us?"
"Sorry, not this time…" her face falls, I smile apologetically. Putting my hand over her hair, I gently stroke her soft chestnut hair and spoke "Some other time alright? I promise."
"Okay…" she says in understanding, though I sense that there's a hint of sadness in there. She offers me a smile in attempt to lift herself up, I smile back for her sake.
I announce that we should get in, pushing the door with one hand, when I felt a kick heading my way. Acting on fast reflexes, I easily dodge, pushing Kyrie gently to the side and grab the kid's leg. He now hangs awkwardly with his hands holding unto a stack of pizzas and his one leg on my hand. I smile smugly at him, he only glares. Just as I was about to say something, he tosses the pizzas with great force and turns to me, throwing me off before I was able to take one of his hands and twist it behind him. He tries to punch me; I managed to kick his hand away. I swore I heard a crack there.
"OW!"
"Nero, would you stop sneaking up on Gemma?" Kyrie says exasperated, her face puffed up with anger. Nero winces, struggling against my grip.
"I-I just want her to teach me her moves! She goes out and fights all the time after- OW!"
Oh yeah, I forgot to mention this kid, Nero ladies and gents, the one kid who keeps at his badassery to show off. The resident rebel, baby boy or the 'cool guy' yadda yadda yadda, I tell ya, he awfully reminds me of Dante when he was a kid. 'cept the kid has freakishly snowy silvery hair. Plus, he has this painfully obvious crush on Kyrie.
"Don't make me want to break your arm kid."
"I'm not a- OWWWWWW!"
"Nope, you're barely twelve and you have the gall to act like you're my age."
"But I- AAAAAH!"
"That doesn't save the fact that you're still a kid shorty."
"SHUT U- OOOOOOOOOOOOOW!"
"Had enough?" I ask smugly. Instantly, the silver-haired boy's head nods and I let him go. He massages his tense muscle as he walks up to meet a less than pleased Kyrie.
"Really Nero, when will you learn?" she sighs, sounding a lot older than her age.
A flush of scarlet crosses his face, I stifle a giggle.
"I just wanted to brawl…" he mumbles, averting his gaze from me to Kyrie, awkwardly rubbing at his arm. "Gemma does it all the time."
"Used to." I correct him. What? I'm just correcting the truth! And okay, I did have a history but Christ, that was ages ago!
Nero's eyes widened, turning to Kyrie, he was only silence by the look of worry crossing her face.
"Gemma, don't encourage him please."
I throw my hands up in defense, feigning innocence.
Before anyone says another word, the pizzas land unto the arms of Kyrie. I narrow my eyes at this, taking the stacks to Nero instead. Kyrie stops short at this.
"B-But his arm-"
"It's his punishment for sneaking up on me." I say firmly, taking Kyrie with me as we walk ahead. I hear the kid groan. "Stop whining you little baby, think of it as a sort of training." Even without looking, I could tell that there was this stupid look of hope sparkling in his eyes.
Kyrie's head immediately snaps up, I give her a look. "I won't promise anything." I whisper with a wink. Kyrie giggles, peeking behind to Nero before returning to look onwards. Kyrie talks on about the latest happenings at the abbey, the painfully same old boring stuff she never get enough of. Nero comments sharply at every turn, Kyrie and I giggle at him. This was one of the things I loved about the abbey, it's these kids. They've grown unto me like vines, giving me all the reason to keep the city clean and to keep coming around from assholic demons. Thank god none of them ever stood a chance against the barrier, and I have to thank Father for that. He sure as hell is a kick-ass priest. Plus, I would never stomach the thought of what would have happened if Father didn't take in these kids. Just thinking about it makes my blood boil and my stomach churn.
We were just walking under the walkway when I felt a change in the wind; I pick up something and lift my head. A man with platinum blond hair, dressed in sharp clothing and a cane walks towards us, his face awfully resembling a certain someone…
I hold out my hands, stopping the kids beside me.
"Gemma?" asks Kyrie beside me, looking worried. Nero too gazes up at me.
The man looks straight into my eyes as I to him, our gazes locked on each other. Even without any formalities, I can tell who this guy is. Judging by the mere look in his eyes, I know.
"You must be Vergil." I say distastefully.
His lips curls into a small smile, "Indeed I am." Came his cool and calm reply.
I feel Kyrie and Nero's eyes on me. Without breaking eye contact, I firmly instruct them to go ahead without me. Kyrie is about to argue, but Nero was already dragging her away anyway. He maybe a feisty kid, but he knows when to avoid making a scene when he sees one. Kyrie is the complete opposite of Nero. She tries to stop a conflict in any little way she can.
I wait until they were out of earshot and eyesight before directing my attention to the blond before me. He eyes me head to toe, seeming almost satisfied with me like I was a specimen. I glared.
"Impressive." He says. I sense a double meaning behind his tone and mentally sneer.
"Y'know, when they told me that you were the founder of 'The Order', I always thought you'd be older. Not like…" I say to break the silence between us.
"Like what?"
"My age…"
He chuckles, taking slow strides towards me. I don't move from my spot and watch him carefully.
His body language is similar to the ones I see on television, where he's been accused of a terrorist. I find it less than impressive to know what he looks like without the mask.
"So this is what it's like seeing your face on the other side of the mask."
"And?" he asks with a tilt.
Shrugging, I say, "I never how much younger I'd expect you to be. Not to mention, the resemblance you have with a certain asshole."
He chuckles heartily.
"What do you want from me?"
At this, he pauses right in front of me. I see the greyness in his eyes and feel the already unexplainable aura emitting off from him.
"I believe you know."
"Try me."
He raises his brow at me, sceptical and perceptive with my tone. "You once told Kat to never send a dog to tend to his master's labor, and apparently I must say that it's exaggerating to refer to her as such."
"Oh?" I raise a brow. "then what is she to you, a slave? A messenger?"
Vergil then has this disdainful look in his eyes again, it quickly turns into a small smile. I can feel a slight feel of sadness from his eyes, like he was feeling unjust with what I had said.
"She's a friend of mine." He firmly said. I take it as a finality and nod, but I don't buy his hidden motives.
"What do you really want from me Vergil?"
"Ah, but the better question would be this." He says smoothly, suddenly standing before me. "What is it do you want, Gemma?"
I feel the back of my hair standing and leap back, almost outbalancing myself. Never have I ever felt this creeped out before, even when I went through a lot, this sure was creepy as fuck.
"W-What are you talking about?" I asked, hating the way my voice trembled. It wasn't me.
Taking my reaction to heart, he distanced himself from me and began talking. His eyes never leaving mine.
"I know of your situation Gemma. And I know how to help you." Vergil looks confident as he speaks, suddenly, I feel convinced. But I don't let my guard down.
I sneer, "That's what they all say."
"I'm serious Gemma."
Looking away, I avoid his eyes. Somehow, they get to me. They awfully remind me of…Dante. Cut that, Vergil reminds me of Dante. And the way he says things so smoothly, it's almost enough to buy me in.
"…I…I don't believe you…" I muttered truthfully, watching my boot scrape against the ground. But then, his shadow draws clear and brings me up to him. Vergil was smiling at me, those grey eyes got me again, and then he gives me a pat on the shoulder.
"Come to 'The Order' and I'll show you. I'm here to help you Gemma." He said before leaving.
Two days.
It took me two fucking days to think it through.
And when my thinking was up, I decided.
Before Vergil left that day, he told me that Father knows of where to find them and just like that, I'm standing outside the place with Kat waiting on me. She smiles at the sight of me, I don't return the gesture.
When we got in, I wasn't surprise at how high-tech and remotely advance the place was. How top-notch they were but how overly cliché they were at picking the hideout. But then, who in their right mind would bother a church nowadays?
Keeping my hands to myself, I looked around.
In one office, I noticed a screen taken from secret cameras they kept around the city facilitated by a certain crew, then there was a room with a map posted by the wall with pictures of known thug lords, crime syndicates and criminals who were demons in disguise.
Kat narrates to me of what The Order truly is; a small group of freedom fighters working together to beat down the demons. Since they were about a handful, they were at a disadvantage. Also, they have been ruined and targeted by demons disguised as famous and powerful people – BoB Barbos for one. Apparently, they have been keeping track of me since the rumour broke out and since then, they've been trying to get to me. And when they did, well, you know the story. I know I said that I'd rather listen to the master rather than the dog, but I'm already walking inside The Order which is a lot to say that Kat's speaking the truth.
I hear a door opening and before I know it, I found myself standing before Vergil.
If I'm not mistaken, this is his lair or office, a camcorder on one corner with that mask I know of, more computers and important looking items. He stands at the heart of the room, hands on his cane as he acknowledges my presence.
"I believe Kat has told you enough about The Order."
I nod once.
"So are you willing to negotiate?"
"You want me to do what now?" I ask without breaking eye contact.
"Negotiate."
I blink twice. "How are you going to help me?"
"I know how to set you free."
My eyes narrow sharply and I ask impatiently, "I asked, how?"
Vergil doesn't blink, nor does he look away. "Kyle Ryder."
I've heard of him before, but what's the dude got to do with this?
"What about him?"
"We believe that Mundus," I grit my teeth to his name. "is using him as a human vessel, using him to live in the human world."
My eyes widened a bit from this fact. All this time, Daddy-o's been living around this dump? He's been here the whole fucking time?! My blood boils from all this, I know where this is going.
"So if we kill this son of a bitch, we kill Mundus…"
"We set you free." He reassures, I attest to that.
Mom's image comes to mind, followed by the image of Curtis. I calm down from the sight of them.
Mom, Curtis…I swear I'll make that fucker pay.
Having calmed down, I look up at Vergil and ask. "So what do I do?"
Vergil slowly smiles and walks towards me. "Exactly as I said, join forces with me. And in exchange, I'll help you break away from Limbo City." And then, he extends a hand towards me.
My mind was made up, I was going to do this and kill the fucker without second thought. I'm doing this for not only my Mom, Curtis and the kids, but I'm doing this for myself. I'm doing everyone a huge favor.
I take his hand and shake.
"So where do you want start off first?"
Vergil first assigns me to a high school downtown, for years, it's been headed by Bruce Cannister, an incubus in disguise who treats the school like a prison for kids. For years, they've been feeding the children with false information with the help of his little minions. Towards the end of the day, some of the kids end up with minor to major headaches. I'd have to investigate on that.
So here I am standing outside Limbo City High School, my alma mater before I flunked. Good times, good times.
It was midday, so class was going on. A perfect opportunity to investigate.
As I got into Limbo, I found out of what a hell zone the school really looked like. Casually, I walked up towards the main doors and kicked them wide open, enough for me to see countless Witches standing guard outside each classroom.
My assignment was clear, investigate what's going on with the school and clean up the mess I see.
Picking up my guns from the holster, I smirk. "Class is in session."
They only screech in response and run towards me. My guns sound off as I swing into action. Less than an hour later, 20 plus Witches lay dead on the ground. I kiss my babies by the barrel before putting them away.
I was just about to head on when something caught my eye, it left me shuddering. I headed towards one classroom before me and slowly peered in; surely enough I'm not gonna crave for lunch.
I calculated 34 students on their respective desks with something attached to their heads; it almost looked like they were fucking the kids' brains. I wanted to laugh, but that would seem rude. Instead, I try to check the teacher if he or she was something. My theory was right, because I found him by the board writing nonsense. It was a chained demon, a demon that was less than average and not that powerful. He was chained by the neck, keeping him there, and what seem to feed him are the things on the student's heads. Demons like that were easy to kill by us hunters, but when dealt by humans, surely would lead to an easy kill.
The bell rang, and the students rose from their seats and started walking out. The things detached themselves from the students and hurriedly ran towards the teacher. When the last student got out, I stayed and watched. He fed on the things, eating them sloppily. Before the bell rang, he transformed into a woman and a swarm of students walked in. that was one of the grossest things I've bared witness to.
And then I left in search of Bruce Cannister.
I stopped by a directory, reading the map before heading towards the direction of the fucker's office. And when I got there, a grotesque-looking creature that is Bruce Cannister appears before me, he seemed to be in a middle of something.
"Dude one word, gross." I said.
"Who are you?!" he asks impatiently, the demon slave before him whined when he stopped. She's crying in a whiny voice, "Master, master, why did you stop?"
I point my guns at him, "Miss Valedictorian."
He screams at the sight of my guns and lets go of his fuckmate, I end up shooting the whore.
"Shit." I mutter.
"Y-You! Who are you and what do you want?!" he asks, desperately sending those things at me. I quickly aim at them while taking a few steps towards him. Just when I was about to reach him, he lashes at me with his claws, I dodge in time.
Our eyes meet and immediately, he knows who I am.
"Daughter of Mundus?!"
I shot him a death glare and successfully shoot one of his eyes.
"Don't. You. Dare. Call. Me. That."
He recovers from the pain and turns to smile lecherously at me, it disgusts me. That kind of smile is what I get from every other demon I encounter, as soon as they recognize me, they immediately know what their after and start taking me lightly. Because I'm Mundus' daughter, I'm a trophy wife and my 'husband' gets to be buddy-buddy with Daddy-o. Plus, my kins or children would be ten times stronger than usual. That's why every demon wanted me, my body and whatnot. That kind of reputation disgusted me to no end.
He cackles at me, beginning to go all out by sending those things and lashes his claws towards me. I quickly dodge and kill as much as I can.
"HAHA, JUST WAIT 'TIL I GET A LOAD OF YOU!" he says. "BECOME MINE! YOU'RE GOING TO BE MINE!"
If looks could kill, this guy would've been ten times beyond dead.
Switching my guns for my twin scythes swords, I say icily, "I'm not worth being owned."
Dropping the boxes of pizza by the table, I slump against my seat and close my eyes. Yep, mission accomplished. I'm anticipating the time where I get my hands on Daddy-o's puppet and kill him with my bare hands.
There's no greater satisfaction than murdering the fucker who ruined your life with your bare hands. And I'm sure to give him a slow painful death, one that'll make him see into my eyes as I make him bleed for the things he's done to me.
"Gemma?" a voice calls, snapping me back to reality. A pretty blond boy, whose name I'm sure is Jake, looks at me with a pizza in hand.
"Hmm?"
Smiling, Jake hands me a plate of pizza. When I look over at the pizza, I smile and feel my heart warming up. He made a smiley out of the hot sauce, and wrote on the edge of the plate 'Thanks for everything.'
"You're welcome buddy." I say while ruffling his blond locks, we giggle.
Afterwards, he runs off to his friends and leaves me with his little gift. These kids will be the death of me, I swear. The little gestures they give me is enough to brighten up my worst days. I take a bite of my pizza, chewing it with a smile as I watch the kids when I heard Father call my name from the hallway.
"Gemma…"
"Yo?"
Father stares down on me, an unspoken conflict going on between us. He doesn't say it, but I know it.
I sigh and put my half-eaten pizza on my plate. I felt all eyes on me as I stood and quickly, I plastered a smile on my face for the kids. "I'll be back." I promised them.
My next few missions involved a radio station, a law firm and a prison.
To say the least, I haven't got a complete shut eye since I agreed to this ordeal. But since I've got inhuman strength, I managed. The flipside though? I don't get paid.
Gah! This sucks big time.
I mean, I can live with missions and killing off sad sacks of demons just as long as I get paid for my hard work. I don't do charity work. Helping out at the abbey ain't charity work either, neither is it volunteering. It's just plain visiting, to check on things. You get the idea.
What keeps me motivated to keep going are two things – one, I get to kill Daddy-o, and two, I get my freedom in the end. So that's more than enough.
"All done." Kat says, bringing me back to now.
She's just bandaged my left arm, a fresh gash from a Rage who took me by surprise. I expected it to heal, but it didn't. I was dealing with a demon named Florence Kingsley, one of Kyle Ryder's, also known as Daddy-o's, colleagues and his general.
"Looks pretty bad," Kat says when she first caught sight of it.
"Gee, thanks captain obvious." I said before peeling off my coat. When I was dealing with Florence, I tore off my coat as a means of diversion, I was about to get him good when a mangy mutt of a Rage took me by surprise.
I sighed as I looked at my bandaged arm. I never had an injury this big, it'd usually heal fast.
Behind me, I can hear Vergil hiss. "That looks like a close call."
Translation: you better be more careful.
"It'll heal." I assure him while rolling my eyes.
Sheesh, who's been fighting those fuckers almost all her life, me or them? Who's got inhuman abilities to heal faster than normal humans, me or Kat? Sheesh.
From behind me, someone whistles lowly. I let my curiosity get to me and look over my shoulder, wishing I hadn't turned. Because soon enough, I see Dante walking up to me with a smug grin on his face, the kind that I want to rub off on that face of his.
Shockingly, he's not wearing his coat either. And because of that painful fact, I have a glimpse of his supple and rippling muscles. Hot damn this motherfucker.
He looks at me from head to toe, lavishing the sight of my exposed skin now that I'm not wearing my coat.
"Heya short stuff…"
I give him the deadliest glare I could ever muster, my hand randomly rubbing at my injured arm. "Fuck off."
"Looks like you've got yourself in a pinch."
"I said, fuck off Dante."
He grins easily, unaffected. "It's alright, you'll do better next time."
"Fuck. Off." I say with a glare. If only looks could kill. What the flying fuck is he doing here?!
"Dante, I see you've met Gemma." Vergil says behind us.
Mentally, I groan. Way to settle the mood between us, plus, what perfect timing!
"Yeah, we've met, been acquainted and…" he starts teasingly, rolling his tongue against his teeth.
Using my index finger, I push him away from me. "Don't go there if you don't want to get kicked in where it hurts fucker." He only laughs at that.
"So you and my brother are more or less-"
"No." I say impassively, turning towards the exit. Without looking, I wave a hand at them. "You know where to find me."
Grabbing my coat, I leave as fast as I can to avoid a certain asshole.
"Where are you going?" I hear Vergil ask.
"Home." I said simply
Momentary silence brewed, followed by a wave of uncertainty. The combination caused me to stop walking and to turn towards them. I looked at Vergil straight in the eye, seeing as he knows something I don't.
"I'm afraid I can't let you do that." He says, as if knowing what I was about to question.
I don't like where this is going, but I ask anyway. "And why is that?"
Vergil looks at Kat, I've noticed the sad way she looks at me, who then nods and turns to the computer, clicking away before something up on screen pops up. It was today's news report, with me as the headline.
As Bob Barbas' face pops up on screen, I cross my arms and watch. I made today's headline, so what?
"Gemma Crawford, a well-known heiress to a war lord's reign and renowned vigilante. Many have known her before as a ruthless, aggressive and blood-thirsty person who's caused nothing but trouble…."
"Second to Dante." I add, hearing a snicker from behind me.
"…her identity was revealed to the public when she was 16, and at the same day, she murdered her own uncle." I scoffed, what bullshit. "…a few months later, she became second to one of the most troublesome youths and to the authorities next to Dante." My brows knitted together as I groan, hearing another snicker from Dante. I watched on, wanting to know of my glorious life spoken in such garbage manner. "…at the age of 13, she beat up her own teacher to death, leading to her drop-out. Miss Esteves was described as sweet, patient and wise to her students. At 14, she was found rebelling against law enforcers and even going as far as to riot against them. At 16, she was discovered in the underground world brawling, with a record of most knock-outs. Her opponents have been severely injured, have been on comatose and even beaten to death. And at the same year, she suddenly disappeared from the public eye. And even today, no one has ever heard or seen of Gemma Crawford ever since. That is, until now."
My eyes widened, I felt my blood run cold from shock.
"What did he just say?" Dante asks from behind me, clearly just as shocked as I was.
I hear Vergil and Kat beginning to explain to Dante, but I can't hear them. My ears have focused themselves solely on today's headline, on what they have regarding me.
"Just this morning, authorities have announced a lead unto war lord's heiress, Gemma Crawford's whereabouts, her colleagues and her association with 'The Order'-" At the sound of colleagues, I felt my body going numb. Saint Assiel Church pops up on screen, my breath hitched in my throat. "Authorities have come to believe that the Saint Assiel Church has been a terrorist infantry in disguise, orphans taken in are being held captives and forced to train for blood. This has believed to be going on even before the coming of Crawford. The discovery of such became a shock to not only the authorities, but also to the people."
And then, demons disguised as people comment on how uncomfortable they get passing by the church. The barrier's strong, it's kept to hold back the weakest demons down to the strongest. They also comment as to why they've never seen Father, the nuns or the sacristans even the children, go out. Obviously, they're not safe outside, that's why Father strictly ordered that no one must ever leave the abbey for far too long. Each apprentice has a tattoo on their wrist that enables them to freely move through the barrier, also, it keeps them safe and hidden from the demons. I have one too, except my mother had it imprinted behind my neck.
To my horror, the screen then showed of a SWAT team penetrating through the abbey, destroying the walls and the taking of the kids. I see their horrified faces as they were taken, Father's apprentices being beaten severely and Father being held captive.
"No…" I whisper, shaking my head at the scene. This can't be happening.
On screen, I can see Kyrie crying for my name and Nero trying to kick the SWAT team from touching him and Kyrie.
"Kyrie…Nero…"
And then, Bob Barbas' face turns up. "Authorities have both the captors and the captives in custody. The children especially are given special treatment and therapy to somehow relieve them from the lies taught to them. The captors however are being questioned for Crawford's whereabouts. Until now, none of them knows of Crawford's exact location. Rumours have spread however of Crawford joining forces with The Order, doubling the harm they may bring to the people. And if you have any information on Gemma Crawford, please do not hesitate to call us. This might save us all. This is Bob Barbas, just doing God's wor-"
I threw the nearest object – which was a steel chair – and destroyed the screen, leaving it hanging and the wires sparking. I shook with fury, breathing haggardly, my blood boiling in rage. Angrily, I strode towards Vergil, my anger blinding me. Kat quickly turns to her feet, pulling Vergil away as I was a foot away. But a hand stops me though, roughly pulling me away from his brother.
"Gemma, please…" Kat says, holding out a hand in an attempt to calm me down.
"Let me go Dante." I seethed, seeing blood.
Dante looks at me firmly, tightening his hold on me. "Calm down first Gemma-"
"I SAID LET ME GO!"
"WOULD YOU CALM THE FUCK DOWN FIRST?"
I try to pry his hands away, but it was for naught.
Instead, I angrily faced Vergil. He stares impassively at me, his eyes glistening with sympathy. I barely bought it with the rage boiling within me.
"How did this happen?" it was barely a whisper, but I knew he heard me.
Vergil sighs, running a hand through his silver locks. "I'm not quite sure how-"
"I asked, HOW Vergil!" I spat, my voice rising.
"Gemma, calm the fuck down! Vergil didn't mean for this to happen-"
I laughed ironically, it was almost sadistic. "Oh please, if he didn't mean for this to happen, he could have at least warned me that something like this would have happened! "
"Gemma," Kat speaks calmly "we didn't know that this would happen. You were under Limbo and we knew how careful you were living under the city, we just don't know how this actually happened. Believe me."
"She's right." Vergil finally says, getting my attention. Dante's hold tightens, knowing that I might have to launch myself at him. "From the very first moment I heard of you, I knew you were the type who didn't take her actions lightly, that she'd successfully keep herself incognito. As Kat said, we didn't mean for this to happen. I deeply apologize for the damage I've brought to you, and for the children as well."
If you think I'm that someone who doesn't take one's apology lightly, well think again.
My mother's words ring in my head, Forgiveness, it's not easy but it's better than to take your anger in for the rest of your life. I breathe out my tension, mentally groaning. Mother, you scare me sometimes.
Dante slowly releases me, but he doesn't take his eyes off me.
Hanging my head down low, I clench my fists as they shook.
"It's alright. I'm the one who should be sorry, you guys were just trying to help and I acted on instinct. I was…an asshole for a moment."
"A whiny one at that." Added the loose motherfucking asshole beside me, I gave him a sharp glare. He's quick to shut up, with a smirk to further annoy me.
I feel a firm grip on my shoulder, looking up, I find Vergil giving me his sincerest look. Compared to Dante, this guy's actually not that bad.
"I promise you Gemma, we'll get them. We will."
Those were all the words I needed to hear.
"You and Dante will work on this this time." Vergil added and I sour, fuck. "For now, seeing as you and Dante look exhausted, you should rest."
"Yeah, well…that's gonna be a problem…" I say, scratching the back of my head. I don't have a place to turn to anymore, my apartment's infested with SWAT teams and the abbey's a total goner.
Someone's arm slings around my shoulder, snapping me out of my thoughts. I don't have to think twice to know who the fucker is. Judging by his musk, I already knew who it was.
"Not anymore…"
So guess where I'm staying for the night?
Ding-ding-ding!
You are absolutely right, in that loose motherfucking asshole's trailer!
Even when I put up a fight, I found myself in Dante's trailer. Last I heard, some Hunter tore it apart when he was chasing Dante. But miraculously, it's here in its original stand by Bellevue pier. He won't tell me how, but I guess I'm not gonna ask any further as to why. Rain was down pouring from the outside, the metal of Dante's trailer roared as rain made contact. My coat was tossed to the far corner, leaving me standing in my clothes shivering. Why do I wear clothes that cover less of my skin?
"This place is as shitty as I remembered it." I found myself saying.
Remember my place being a total dump? Well, this guy's place is ten times worse than mine.
Pizza boxes, piles of trash, strewn clothes and beer bottles everywhere. His furniture is anything but cheap. The only thing he keeps neat is his bed though, I'm not surprised why.
Dante, who I just noticed was standing behind me, smiles dangerously at me. Damn, wrong thing to say.
"As you remembered it?" he asks lowly, slowly walking towards me with a glazed look in his eyes. "Do you remember it Gem?" I take a step back, watching him cautiously.
Shit, shit, shit, shit!
Why should those damn memories turn up now? Why am I even remembering all those?
My traitorous body aches for him, yearning to feel his body against his. I could still feel his body move against mine, I hear him chuckling darkly
"You know you want to…" he whispers lowly, huskily, a wanton need grows in me. Damn hormones. I stop once I feel the foot of his bed behind my knees.
"The first time was a mistake." I mumble out, trying to avert my eyes.
He raised a brow at me; his face lowers as hands reach out to take my scarf off, dropping it to the ground. Then, he reaches for the laces of my top. I watch as he tugs the laces at an achingly slow pace. My traitorous body is nothing but putty in his hands.
And before I could stop myself, I grab him by the back of his head and bring his lips to mine, meshing wildly from contact. I could feel him smile again our lips, his hands running down my body teasingly. He grabs a hold of my butt, I groan into his mouth and kiss harder.
We fall elegantly unto his bed, lips in sync.
He nibbles unto my lower lip, seeking entrance of which I gladly did. His tongue was in my mouth, licking every nook and cranny as if to literally fuck my mouth. And when he meets mine, we engage into a dangerous dance of a rhythm we don't know.
His hands slowly slipped into my shorts, dropping dangerously low before slipping through my folds. We part, a string of saliva connecting our mouths, and I pull my head back in ecstasy.
Dante uses this opportunity to bury his face on my neck, teeth rolling against my flesh. The grip I have on his scalp tightens, as if encouraging to continue. Nipping, kissing and sucking, I was sure he was going to leave a mark. His fingers were busy doing their magic into my folds, sliding in and out slowly. I clamped my eyes shut, breathing hard against his ear.
He pulled out before I had reached my orgasm, giving me one last kiss before taking his shirt off. A few seconds later, a few clothes follow and our places switch. He grins at our changed positions, leaning up to bite one of my nipples before I violently push him down.
"Oh, I like it rough…" he breathes, hands on either of my waist before he slides himself into me.
Oh shit, I forgot how damn good he feels inside me.
It hurt at first, but at the same time, it was painfully good.
"Fuck…" I groan once fully inside him, my hands resting on his well sculpted chest.
Dante laughed, bucking his hips against mine causing me to yelp. His hands never leaving my hips, they tighten when our eyes meet.
Groaning, I muster a glare before rising myself up and then pounding back roughly. He grins darkly.
"Asshole…" I say, riding up on him again.
"You…loose…mother…fucking…a-asshole…!"
Our hips grinded together, hitting pound for pound.
Fuck, it should be a crime to feel this good.
The heat we were building together made me forget the rain. I writhed and gasped, never wanted this sensation to stop.
The grip of his hand tightened, his nails digging through my skin, he threw his head back, and fuck did he look hot when he did that.
And then, in one sweet motion, we hit our climaxes.
My used body tiredly falls against his, resting my nose against his neck. He tiredly kisses my shoulders while his hands run around my lower back.
"Do you feel better now?" he asks against my ear.
I don't reply as I try to catch my breath. I breathe in his musk, finding myself calming down.
Suddenly, he bites my lobe and I groan.
"Impatient asshole…" I say, rising up to him.
He chuckles, putting the sheets over our nakedness.
Once fully calm, I rest my head against his chest and listen to the steady beat of his heart. Dante still inside of me, I try to lift myself off of him, but his hands firmly brings me down. I'm not going anywhere.
I lift my fingers up to his chest and absentmindedly trace his collarbone, my light fingers tickling his nerves.
"Gemma…" he says against my hair.
Sigh. "Yeah…I'm alright…"
As my fingers slowly run down the contours of his muscles, I have my mind elsewhere. I'm remembering the kids, Father's apprentices and Father. How are they? Are they being treated right? Are they fine?
Kyrie's crying face comes to mind, I've only seen her cry once, but it's enough to send a sharp pain to my heart. Nero, he looked so helpless trying to pry the SWAT team away. Shit, I miss them. I have to get to them.
"They'll be alright won't they?"
….
I can feel his eyes on me, he knows what I'm talking about.
"They will Gemma, they will."
I try to think otherwise, but come tomorrow, I'll personally see that they will be.
Suddenly, Dante flips us over and kisses me – dangerously and hungrily.
"Now…" he breathes, gripping both my hands above me. "…ready for round two?"
