Devil May Cry: Angelic Vices - Chapter 2
By: Seracen
Disclaimer: I only own the story, any I make money off it'll be due to sheer stupidity/insanity
Uncommon Terms: "poleaxe" in this case, a sort of long spear, blade is half-sword, half-axe; "naginata" staff with blades on ends, like Darth Maul's lightsaber
Before the reverberations finished traveling through the deep foundations of the building, Trish was in motion, letting her instincts tell her what to do before her mind could even process it.
She grabbed a large and evil looking blade off the wall rack, a giant black switchblade of a sword once wielded by Dante's father, Sparda, in his war against the Devil. Trish rushed through the door, her demon sight quickly allowing her to adjust to the disparity of light outside.
Trish cursed under her breath as she saw the mass of dark cloaked demons gathered like a tide on the outskirts of the street lights around Devils Never Cry.
Lady and Lucia moved into action not moments after Trish. Mary drew the silver gauntlets off the wall, known as Beowulf, and was immediately surrounded in an aura of bright white light. She hefted her favorite weapon, a rocket launcher with a bladed end. Though she had trained herself over the years in its use and weight, the gauntlets let her carry it with even more ease, and Lady was out of the door in a flash.
Lucia followed right on Mary's heels, grabbing the twin blades Agni and Rudra, viciously serrated short swords, one red and one blue. She felt herself imbued with a rush of power, the elements of fire and wind. The red haired siren grinned widely, feeling ready for anything. Once she stepped out the door and saw the ocean of walking demonic reapers, the moonlight glinting off their sea of scythes, Lucia cursed.
"Oh...shit, well...this should be fun," she commented, as she readied her blades.
Mary nodded, leveling her cannon at the swarm of reapers in front of her.
Trish simply glanced over the enemies, drawing her blade, Sparda, in front of her, "I don't think I need to say anything, have fun ladies."
With that, the blond ex-demon threw herself into the throng of devils, slashing her sword wildly in wide arcs.
The tide of reapers closed in around Trish, one of them bringing its scythe over her head. She ducked, but the demon pulled back, hard, drawing the haft against her throat. Trish began to choke, seeing butterflies flitting about her vision, as the reaper picked her off the ground, her legs kicking wildly. More reapers closed in on her from the front. A dark smile drew to her lips, as Trish unlatched the catch about the hilt of her sword. The blade opened further, forming a scythe as well, she thrust her legs downwards, forcing the reaper holding her to tip forward slightly, and planted her feet on the ground. Trish's smile grew into a death's head grin, as she jerked Sparda in a circular arc, shredding the shades, which screamed as they dissipated into nothingness. The end of the attack hooked around, catching the reaper trying to choke Trish full in the back of the skull, and it also vanished into mist.
The blond warrior drew the sword back, jerking the hilt so that the switchblade fully extended, now forming a gigantic poleaxe. The crowd of reapers drew back now, giving Trish a wide circle of space. She merely smiled her devil's smile, rushing against the tide...
Lucia was darting through the throng of reapers like a missile towards its target, flitting faster than a leaf in the wind. Her twin serrated blades in hand, she cut her way through the crowd. The backs of her swords rested against the angles of her lower arm. Lucia grunted as she surged forth, punching her fists, slashing, as reapers fell to her left and right. As the enemy in front of her burned away in a blaze of fire, her momentary blindness allowed a mass of reapers to attack from behind. A scythe sliced through the air, catching her in the shoulder.
Lucia cried out in pain, kicking the offending reaper away. She ignored the painful jerk as the weapon pulled out of her flesh, instead following up her attack with several slashes to the chest of the reaper in front of her. She flipped the blades in her hands, holding them lengthwise like knives now. She countered the attack of two reapers that came from either side, crossing her arms as she did so. Lucia grimaced as she spread the blades again, allowing them to grate against each other as she did so, causing a brutal blaze of wind and fire to strike at her enemies. She followed with a thrust, plunging both blades into the largest reaper in front of her, the recoil flinging the demon away. The backlash of energy staggered the reapers. Lucia grinned past the pain, in the advantage once more. She thrust her blades deep into the ground before her, sending shockwaves to draw a scar along the ranks of enemies before her, clearing a path before her and throwing the other devils off their feet. Lucia used the momentary lapse to catch her breath.
As the reapers recovered, they leapt into the air, pouncing at Lucia. She let them come, twirling both blades in her hands. The twin swords were a blur of motion, wind and fire leaping in circular arc from her hands to envelop the reapers as they fell on her, holding them and cutting them to ribbons. She finished her attack by slamming the hilt ends of the swords together, connecting them into a large naginata. She twirled the dual blade about her body, a tidal wave of flame searing the reapers into oblivion.
Lucia looked upwards from her reverie of chaos, the blood of her enemies dripping from her clothing. What she saw should have scared her...even more tides of enemies waiting to slaughter her. Instead, she simply grew...angry. With a crazed yell, she ran towards the thickest group of reapers, her double blades in front of her like a shield, cutting and burning through the devils as she ran. Lucia allowed herself to be boxed inside a large crowd of the demons, eyes fiercely narrowed as they closed in on her, sensing easy prey.
"Now," she whispered, connecting the hilts of the swords again as she spun them blazingly quick about her body. A typhoon of flame surrounded her, engulfing the reapers around her in a radius of several meters. The winds drew her up into the sky, as she turned in midair, now facing downwards. The wind now rushed to the earth, fire slamming down into the sea of reapers, scattering them.
Lucia landed on her feet, breathless, finding herself back to back with Trish.
The blue-eyed demoness swung her giant sword in wide sweeps, slicing the reapers in half at angles. Three more rushed her from the front, and Trish allowed the natural motion of Sparda to swing in front of her laterally, splitting the devils along the stomachs.
Trish turned to see one of Lucia's blades go flying past her, the wind causing her hair to flutter. Lucia ran by her soon after, screaming as she brandished the other sword.
The blonde allowed Lucia to run past, as Trish charged the demons chasing Lucia. She thrust her sword deep into the group, her arm and the blade a barely visible blur as she stabbed each of them countless times. The reapers shattered under the torrential assault. Again, the two women drew back to back.
"Having...fun yet?" gasped Trish.
The red haired warrior could barely speak, simply grunting a desperate laugh. They both turned in unison as they caught sight of an explosion, followed by a vast silence due to the gaping hole in the enemy ranks.
Lady plunged the Kalina Ann, her rocket launcher, into the ground, the bayonet holding it in place. She stepped on the catch at the bottom of the barrel, causing dozens of small explosives to issue forth like angry hornets from hell. The whizzing lights broke through the reaper lines, exploding in a cacophony of fire and destruction. When the lights cleared, all that remained about Mary were broken husks, tattered robes, and dust.
Still more reapers remained, though now she could see an end to the madness. Lady gauged how much longer she could go, how many were left, and shook her head, ignoring the nagging fear in the back of her mind.
As a flood of devils rushed in to replace their fallen ranks, Mary slung the cannon over her shoulder, balling her hands into fists, as the silver gauntlets appeared in her hands, softly enveloping her body in a hue of light, a shadowy suit of armor appearing like a ghost about her body. She drew her fists back, then gestured with her hands, as blasts of light shot from her fists, felling the demons as they came. Her arms were a blur of motion as she summoned blast after blast. Then Lady grunted, rushing the enemy. Her gauntlet powered arms raked from side to side, crushing the devils on either side of her. She pounced on a group of reapers in front of her, letting loose a flurry of punches, letting the natural motion of her body carry her into a blindingly fast series of kicks that withered the wraiths away.
But soon, her body ached, and her muscles grew tired. As she drew back from her enemy, she felt a shadow fall over her. Lady turned, narrowly sidestepping a scythe as it flew past her face. But the motion caused her to lose balance, and the attacking reaper thrust upward with the shaft of its weapon, catching Mary across the chest and face, slamming her back several feet.
Lady's vision went black, as she shook her head and got to her knees. She crouched, ready to stand up, but noticed that the onrush of reapers would get to her before she could move again. Lady played another move, slamming her fists against the street, as the tide of enemies reached its thickest around her. The silver light of Beowulf swelled, surrounding the area in its aura. A backflow of air rushed from the earth, flinging the reapers into the air. Lady got to her feet, leaping up into the air to follow the now flying reapers. Her arms and legs were an invisible flash as she struck the group of reapers about her countless times. She spun her body in circles, the forces of Beowulf drawing in the devils, crushing them into nothingness, before flinging them away like refuse.
Lady righted herself at the last moment, landing shakily to her feet. Lucia and Trish drew up on either side of her, as the woman breathed heavily, sweat pouring from her brow like bullets. She drew a pair of automatic pistols from her hip satchel and thigh holster, training them on the remaining reapers.
"Damn it," spat Trish, "I'm reaching my limit here..."
Lucia nodded. Despite having dispatched so many demons, there were still enough left to finish the job...and the devil hunters wouldn't last another round.
"Where the hell...is Dante?" gasped Lady.
The clouds took over the sky again, covering the red light of the hellish sun, as everything began to turn darker gray. Rain pattered down in rivulets, washing the blood and ash of the battle from the street and into the gutters. The street lamps did little to dispel the encroaching darkness. The downpour of water redoubled, lightning followed as if in reply.
From the top floor of Devils Never Cry, the reinforced window blew outwards, glass shards and steel raining down onto the street. A figure rushed out from on high, landing amidst the battlefield, placing himself between the women and the remaining reapers.
It had taken Dante a few minutes to gather himself after the first explosion. He was still winded from the demon hunt earlier today, but Dante ignored it, the gashes in his side already just scars. He sneered at the devils before him, flexing his arms as he worked out the kinks. The rainwater formed little streamlets as it dripped down his bare chest, back, and torso. The stream traveled down the strip of leather across his shoulder, beading on the blade slung over his back. The rain slid off his black leather pants, and Dante flung his head back to get his hair and the beads of water out of his eyes.
"Sorry I'm late girls," quipped Dante, "I was in the other shower."
Author's Note: Hmm...still no smut yet. Alright, next chapter is the last fight scene. Once they go back inside, I'll have them screw Dante's brains out...within reason. Thanks and enjoy.