A Demon's Angel
Shoutout to Meech Macko for their review on the last chapter, and yes, I realise that Dante is stupidly and incredibly stronger and more agile than I'm letting on here, but it's for a reason. All will be explained within future chapters ;) I finally got over my block and I'm getting the plot all wired up now, so… Enjoy? If you want to. If not, then just read it normally.
I'd listen to Enter Shikari - Destabilise or Quelle Surprise for this one. Unless you hate screamo.
Chapter 6 - Questions
"Lord, this is annoying." Lady muttered. She'd never had to clean before. Polish clearly wasn't working. It wasn't even her sword. God only knows what possessed her to steal it. All she knew was that eventually he'd come back for it, intending to kill her. Idiot. Even Dante knows it takes more than a half-blood to stop Lady.
When the doors flew off their hinges, then, and Lady was taken into a choke hold she didn't realise, she was slightly shocked. Not scared, of course. Lady didn't know what it felt like to be scared anymore. What, was she 10 years old? Of course she wasn't scared.
She thought.
Of course, when Vergil ended up a captive instead of Lady, then things changed. Even Lady knows it takes more than a blind girl to stop Vergil. Lady took up Yamato from the floor and tore the scabbard from it, charging at the woman who'd struck Vergil down and impaling her on its blade. She crippled and bent over the sword, holding her stomach. Lady drew out the katana and kicked her into a pile of black bin-bags, sheathing the sword and running out of the alleyway.
When Vergil came back around he saw Lady running off with his sword (again) and the same woman that had thrown him to the floor lying in a pile of trash. What the hell happened? And how did Lady still have his sword strapped around her waist? Anger boiled inside Vergil, and he struggled to hold it in, tensing every muscle in his body just to stay composed. When he was sure he wasn't going to explode in fury, he stood up to study his attacker.
Her hair was blonde, flowing glossily down to her thighs. There was a purple blindfold tied tightly around her eyes, and Vergil assumed with that fact that she was blind in one way or another. Or a sensitive. Her once white shirt was stained with blood, although it seemed to be paler than any human blood he'd ever seen, and a pair of guns were on a belt around some plain brown shorts. The boots she wore had a small 1-inch heel, and the red leather they were made of came up to her knee before stopping. A knife was tucked into her white knee-high socks.
Vergil knelt down, watching her all the while, and pried the knife from where it was loosely secured. It turned out to be more machete than knife. Almost as long as Vergil's forearm. He tucked it inside his jacket and stood up. The woman flinched. Vergil drew the large dagger once more and pointed it at the woman, then remembered that she was blind and slowly stepped back a few paces before putting it back into his coat.
She didn't move again, and Vergil made a slow, stealthy retreat from her injured body. He headed for where he knew Lady would be going, making his own way to Devil May Cry via his own, faster, more concealed route from the public spaces that Lady was currently tearing through with a sword strapped to her. Vergil's sword.
Dante was sort of glad that Vergil had decided to refuse his help. After all, this way he didn't have to worry about having to pay back his debt to Lady. If he killed her. If he was even luckier, they might run away together and have 8 kids. Maybe a dog. Perhaps they'd call it Dante. He laughed at that. Then she came charging through the door. Lady that is. Not one of the children. Or the dog. If they'd called a female dog Dante…?
"Dante! You need to hide this! Please? You know you owe me." She cried, holding the sword out in front of her. Dante shook his head.
"You do realise that a) my brother's going to kill you, b) My brother's going to kill you and take his sword back, or c) my brother's going to kill you, take his sword back, re-open the demon world with it, and then kill me. I can therefore disclose that it is in my least interests to hide that sword. And it's called Yamato."
Lady seemed infuriated. "But you owe me!" She shrieked. Dante tried to keep a straight face. He failed.
His laughter filled the room enough for Lady to feel worried and out of place, and she picked up an empty bottle from the pool table and threw it at Dante. She missed terribly. In return, Dante laughed even more. Lady charged upstairs, Yamato in tow, and hid in Dante's wardrobe. It stank. And whatever she was standing on was soft and squishy. God, she hoped it wasn't a dead body. Or a living body, which might be considerably worse.