A/N: Ok, after a very short and boring chapter, I am back and ready to bring you some more action. As always, I appreciate your reviews and would like commentary on improving/changing my fanfiction. And here you have it: Chapter 6
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A scarlet comet was sailing through the atmosphere, high above rolling hills of grass and wildlife. The streak of light behind the comet was fading as the flying demon advanced, ignoring the countryside passing below him. The air was getting colder as Dante kept heading north toward the city of Fortuna, the home of the Order of the Sword. He had to retrieve a stolen memento: the Perfect Amulet, Key to the Underworld, and only keepsake of his mother and brother.
Dante continued on through the increasingly frigid air, now aware of the pair of bright white orbs forming in front of him: the Fallen. Dante equipped Nevan, his demonic guitar, onto his back. His demon form warped, his limbs embraced by streaks of light. He blew right past the Fallen with a Vortex, then spun around, unleashing a bolt of lightning from each hand at the both of them. That should slow them down...And then he saw a blue streak fly past him. It was one of the Fallens' swords. They were still in pursuit.
He turned around, the scythe-guitar in his hands, speeding towards them like a violet-red Grim Reaper. He slashed the one to his right with a downwards slash, and took out the next with a slash to the right, Dante's demonic form flowing in combat like water in a river. He halted as the two Fallen turned faded in a dim flash of white light. Dante spun around, and switched back to Rebellion, his demon form warping back to its default form. He resumed his flight, this time more wary of any dangers that might appear.
Like he wouldn't be able to handle it.
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Nero finally saw it: the Monastery. Its elegant structure, with its stained glass windows and stone architecture evoked a feeling of grandeur. He headed through the courtyard, and through a wooden side door, gracefully crafted to show Sparda in a cloak, horns curving around his head, hands resting on the pommel of a sword. Nero slowly opened the door, careful to use his left hand, and slid inside.
He was inside a small room, with a bunk bed to his right, his own on the bottom, the top, his roommate's. He stepped forward in the direction of another door, where there sat an attractive young lady, brunette, writing diligently in a notebook. She took notice of the youth in blue and red, and her face lit up in an instant.
"Nero!" she exclaimed, getting up out of her chair to hug him, "You're back!" He hugged her back, again, ignoring the sling that was meant to 'support' his right arm. "How are you?" She let him go, happy to see him after all the time in which he had to track down the Sword of Sparda: three days. He walked past her to sit in another chair, dropping the bag,
"Me, I'm just plain tired. But I have something important." He reached with his left hand into his jacket and pulled out the Perfect Amulet: Key to both the Underworld and the power of Sparda. "Now, you know what to do with it, so here it is. Take it." He handed her the Amulet, which she took and regarded with great reverence, observing it under the light of a lamp on her desk.
"It's beautiful. All right, then. There's a service today that the High Priest is doing. You should come." she took the Amulet, and walked over to a small closet, pulling out a small blue box.
"I know I should, I am, as a matter of fact." Nero replied, as he unfastened Red Queen from his back and set it against a corner of the wall. "All right, we're off!"
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At last. The sun was already beginning to set, but Dante's target was finally in sight. Fortuna. The name itself meant 'luck.' It was time to see if Dante was gonna get any. He landed on one of the outermost buildings, relinquishing his Devil Trigger. Rebellion, sitting on his back, gleamed in the afternoon sun. Dante crept over to the edge of the roof, peeking over onto the ground. He looked over to the roof opposite to him. He stepped backwards two steps, then leapt across the gaping chasm that was the 10-story drop below him. He landed into a confident stride, as if he hadn't even taken the leap. He walked over to the other side of the roof.
There, his luck increased tenfold. A familiar figure was walking down the street. A figure in a blue coat. Hmm...his right arm...a sling? Looks like he doesn't want people knowing about him...Dante leaped across the next gap, trailing his new-found prey.
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Nero was delighted with his recent meal: salmon with mashed potatoes, and a delectable salad to boot. He had agreed to meet with Kyrie at the Monastery before seven o'clock. He strolled casually through the streets, stomach full, appetite satisfied, but he had an insidious feeling washing over him. He was being watched.
He looked around, glancing at windows, looking up at the roofs, but there was no one (or nothing) to be found. Pedestrians calmly strolled by in flamboyant attire, smiling at Nero as he passed by. He continued to have this vexing feeling as he sauntered onwards, ever prickling at the back of his neck, curling the hairs. What is this presence?? He glanced over his shoulder as he reached the corner, still wary of this...thing...that was following him with ever present determination.
Straight ahead, the massive doors of the Monastery lay before him, with a certain woman standing at the base of a set of stairs. He walked over to her, trying to placate his screaming instinct: something was after him. He put his hand to his waist, his elbow pointing to Kyrie in a mock fashion,
"Shall we?" Nero jokingly stated. Kyrie looped her arm through his,
"Why, yes, we shall." They walked in through the doors.
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Dante watched from his perch as Nero entered the building with a young woman. He leaped over to the Monastery in an incredible leap. He flew 30 feet up to land comfortably on top of one of the Monastery's spires, crouching down onto his knees. He observed the ground below: people heading into the Monastery, cars driving across streets, men and women going about their business. He turned to the roof of the Monastery, and got a glimpse of a large, round skylight, forged from stained glass.
If I'm gonna do this...then I had better make sure to finish these guys off..I really don't want them comin' back...Dante stood up and cracked his neck, twisting his head with his hands, loosening himself up. He exhaled, and took a single leap, at first heading diagonally upwards, but he stopped and fell straight down, foot first.
Here comes the Crimson Reaper.