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Chapter 2
Dante cursed as stomped down an empty street in an abandoned town. Anger radiated from him in waves.
His encounter with his target had not gone as he had wished.
He had been searching for that woman 'Mary' – the daughter of the traitorous bastard Arkham - from one desolate town to another for hours without much success. Finally he had tracked her through one of her alias names 'Lady' to an old religious community and found her hiding in a safe house at the outskirts of an abandoned town he hadn't bothered to find out its name.
The half devil prince had busted in through the doors of her hideaway eager to beat the shit out of her and then commence with some much deserved fun.
Only to then realize that she had been prepared for his arrival.
There had been ambushes, traps and mazes all around the place (not to mention that the bitch had been equipped with some sort of customized rocket launcher) and he had had to side step each and every one to get to her.
In the end he had been so pissed off at being led around that the instant he cornered her in one of the many identical sparse rooms he lost his mood for play and instantly severed her head from shoulders. The sight of her rolling head had only brought the smallest inkling of satisfaction to his dour mood. He would have much rather preferred to take her first before killing her (Despite her bitchiness she had been a looker).
Oh well. Now with that out of the way it was time to move on to the next order of business; hunting down and killing the humans that had harbored the trollop.
They weren't particularly difficult to find. He found the morons cowering in some dilapidated church praying for salvation.
What a bunch of idiots!
When it comes to one of the sons of Sparda there is NO SALVATION!
Dante grinned sadistically and drew Rebellion as he kicked open the huge wooden doors leading into the cathedral. The sound echoed through the vast structure with a deafening bang. But much to Dante's surprise, none of the worshipers rose to run. The zealots simply remained down on their filthy knees reciting empty words with urgency despite the fact that one of the royal princes was standing at their doorstep ready to kill them.
A little disappointed at being denied a nice old fashioned human safari hunt Dante shrugged and moved in to finish them off quickly.
"Damn it!" a voice suddenly cursed. "RUN YOU IDIOTS!"
Dante was startled to hear the sound of footsteps coming from behind him.
He tried to turn to confront the person behind him, but was instantly met with the bottom soles of the new arrival's boots.
The other had kicked him, HARD!
Dante went flying across the vast chamber over the kneeling congregation's heads to bounce off the wall at the front of the church and collapse in an undignified heap at the bottom of the altar.
Silence descended across the hall as the worshipers ceased their prayer in horrified shock. Their eyes were wide and their bodies' trembling.
The royal prince, the terror that reigns over the land and son of the supreme overlord of all that was demonic, had been struck!
And by one of their own, no less!
Good Lord Almighty, what has that idiotic boy done!
The silver haired man was stunned, to say the least.
Dante remained where he was for a few seconds before rising to his feet- still clutching Rebellion- to confront his aggressor. But the moment he laid eyes on the other he felt them widen in shock.
There, standing at the back of the church donned in denim, was a handsome, slim young man with fierce blue eyes, white hair, and a demonic right arm.
A hybrid!
Dante was absolutely stunned. Never before in his life had he ever seen another hybrid aside from Vergil and himself. According to his father's laws; all hybrids were immediately killed from birth and never allowed the chance to take their first breaths. And here he was, looking at one which not only had managed to reach a good age well into his teens, but was also drop dead gorgeous.
The other was slender, of a fairly good height, with long legs, narrow waist, flawless pale skin, and a chiseled face. He was simply put; beautiful. He possessed almost a feminine-like beauty that would rival anyone. And Dante might have still stood there longer, ogling the handsome young man, had the other not spoken up in a strong commanding voice.
"Everyone, get out of here. I'll keep him busy."
Dante broke his reverie to see the previously motionless crowd stand up and start running out, nearly tripping over each other in their panic and fear. And each and every one of those ingrates cursed the boy as they passed him while they tried to make their escape.
"Damn you Nero…""…You've doomed us all…""…hit the half blood prince…""…he'll kill everyone…""…your fault, Nero…"
'So, his name is Nero.' The silver haired man thought as he listened to the fools rush out.
The other young hybrid, Nero, ignored their insults; his entire focus was on the red clad prince. Dante-likewise-was staring back at the young man with an intensity he had graced on no one else.
'He wants to fight, does he? This punk has some guts,' he thought as he lifted Rebellion, 'But I bet he's nothing but a pushover.'
Once the last of the ungrateful idiots was out Nero pulled out his gun and aimed it at his opponent.
Dante smirked.
"You sure you wanna take me on brat?" Dante taunted.
"I hope you brought a coffin with you." He said as he lifted Rebellion.
The kid snorted.
"Bring your own."
A solicitous grin broke on Dante face. Tightening his grip on Rebellion's hilt Dante surged into battle.
15 Minutes Later
'FUCK!' was the prevalent thought in the red clad twin's mind.
They had been going at it for 15 minutes and he still hadn't managed to break the kid down. And, frankly, Dante was impressed. He had seriously underestimated the little brat. Most of his opponents didn't last long against him, usually going down in the first minute. But this guy was holding his own despite the fact that all he had was a revolver and a nifty devil arm.
A devil arm that was starting to piss him off!
Every time he would try to attack with rebellion the younger would counter it with his devil arm and try to strike back, but Dante would quickly step away before any serious blows took.
"Come on kid, is that the best you can do?" he tried to provoke the younger male as he sidestepped his attacks.
"Shut up bastard." The other gritted.
The other so far had managed to keep up with the younger Sparda's speed, agility, and strength despite being so under equipped. And Dante was starting to get tired of tasting dirt every time the little hellion grabbed him with his devil arm's extension and smash him into the ground hard and repeatedly.
"Is that devil arm trick the only thing you've got?" he taunted as he locked steel with the magic image of the right arm.
The kid smirked.
"Why don't you hold still so I can show it to you better?"
Dante smirked and jumped back.
"No thanks brat," he replied.
He was actually having loads of fun, messing with this kid and teasing him. The fire in those pretty eyes, and the pretty scent of the other were exciting and made Dante's blood boil. None other before had had the audacity to talk back to the devil prince and it was refreshing to meet someone who was completely and entirely un-intimidated by him, and Dante thought it was a shame he would have to kill him.
…Or does he?
Suddenly, Dante was struck with a brilliant idea.
Unexpectedly-and much to the younger man's confusion-he sheathed his sword and stepped back
He stared into baby blue eyes, flashed the young man a brilliantly wicked smile, and cracked his neck before he suddenly burst in a flash of energy and was enveloped by a bright red aura.
He saw the other gasp and try to lift his weapon to fire. But he never got a chance to shoot because the next instant Dante was besides Nero with his fist planted in the young man's stomach. The younger hybrid doubled over and Dante took the opportunity to hit him in the back of the head successfully rendering the other male unconscious.
In the blink of an eye the white haired prince de-triggered and caught the younger one in his arms as he toppled forward.
Silence descended, everything was still.
Dante took the moment to enjoy the feel of the body in his arms. He then carefully lifted the younger man into his arms and cradled him bridal style.
Up close the hybrid was even more stunning then Dante thought. Such a lovely specimen was too beautiful to destroy and too dangerous to allow to go free.
He knew his father and brother were going to protest, but the red clad twin did not care. He would keep Nero. He would place in a lovely gilded cage were only he would appreciate him.
And with the time this young one would come to be his ally, his friend, and his mate.
Dante cradled the unconscious hybrid closer as he began to make his way outside the church.
One thought ran in a continuous loop in his mind.
'Nero, you will be mine!'
TBC
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