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MISSION: #09
Pride
It's not easy, doing what I do. A lot of us are just too scared to try to do anything else. You know, like humans do. A lot of us envy humans and wish death upon them because of their will power. They can fight to resist just about anything. They can do whatever they want to do. They can laugh, they can cry, they can love...
Though what a lot of us don't realize is...we can all be free if we just try. We can't just live in fear of death, when death is an inevitable part of our job.
"Crab! Wake your sorry behind up and get moving!" Hissed the much bigger Hell Vanguard, looming directly over the lone cloaked soldier. The soldier was a Pride...cloaked in tattered deep blue cloths, weilding a 'standard-issue' sickle in their hands. He was sitting, leaned against the wall, hoping to be passed up. The other Prides, Sloths, and Lusts had been moving through the coridoors at the Vanguard's command.
"What are you waiting for, crab?! A playful pat on the rear?!" With a sudden motion, the boney foot of the large creature would swipe against the pride, sending him skidding across the dusty ground.
That's why I rebel. That's why I push it so much. I am no one's slave. Though my kinsmen may of forgotten this...I shall never. Death s my preference over slavery any day...
Picking himself up off the ground, the Pride pulled his scythe back into his grasp. His pained, bony face examined it over in shame. Since when had a powerful jailer and warrior become a mere foot soldier in a losing effort? He fell in line. Step by step, motion by motion. It was the same old routine they had been trained for. The same routine that lost countless soldiers to the sons of Sparda and Sparda himself all those years ago.
The Pride was sick of it. His military genius was wasted on such low class work. The ones in charge of the protection of this 'castle' were all idiots. Dependant on the so-called 'higher powered demons' to take out such a strong target and a mere mortal woman. They did not know that it took brains to defeat one stronger, not powerful and lucky strikes.
Even though he had no intentions of harming the son of Sparda...he knew this plan would only get them all torn apart.
However I must do as he says. I have to live...for her.
"Alright, ladies and gents, take five." ::The Vanguard called out, once again leading the pack. "We have our target exactly one floor above us and just within a mile of walking distance." Though his words sounded like 'shrieks' to any other ears, his soldiers understood him in clean English. "I want you all to sharpen your weapons and reflexes. I want any demon mountable, tamable, and obtainable mo-bile and le-thal. Understood?!"
"Sir, yes sir!" The demons responded in a chorus.
"Cornelius!" The Vanguard called out to the Pride who was unlike the others. "Head off down the left," He motioned up the hall. It was a cross road that lead to many different places on this level of Althena's inverted dwelling. "Hit the special inventory and get me a fleet of Wraths. Tell them it's time to put it all on the line, soldier."
"Sir." Cornelius offered a nod of his cloaked head, proceeding to march down the long hallway to his destination. The Wraths were always a questionable bunch. They trained thousands of years just to die in battle. It was the greatest joy one could ever ask for. To release all the pain, agony, and anger upon anyone in their path.
Cornelius turned the corner, now out of sight of his fellow soldiers. Stopping once again, he would come to a sit, draping his faithful weapon over his shoulder. He felt an emotion building up in the cage of his chest. It was like every inhale he took sent sharp shards of sand sucking down his throat. He hated this--he hated this...hiding.
Every day I would wait for her. Only on occasion would I be blessed by her presence. Our union could never be known by any...for it truly would be our deaths.
His waiting had paid off...as a soft light came into existence as a womanly avatar began to form through the wall. She was very bright, but as more of her figure visible, her bright glow started to dim down. With the face of a Deity, hair as thick as jungle vines, yet ever-flowing as beautiful streams...she was the most beautiful thing his eyes ever beheld.
Her presence made those sharp shards in his chest melt away, replaced by a tensing of what muscle he had left on the corpse of a body he had. His lone glowing eye could drink in her image for ages, unblinking...never shifting any direction away from her flawless form. He witnessed her hand come forth. It's dim glow attracting small particle sized glowing insects around her soft aura.
He marveled at this, as he always did. The warmth of her hand lowered his defenses unlike any strategic maneuver ever. Once her hand touched the side of his bony face..he felt flesh beginning to grow there. The flesh allowed him to feel her more...with a desire to rub his cheek into her hand. "...Verdani..." He whispered, allowing his lone glowing eye to shut itself. "...You've come."
Verdani...my lover. We'd run away together within the confines of the castle to live in our false world. A world where we could rest in the same bed. A world where we could enjoy eachother's company. A world without violence or threats to our union. I would die for her...but I cannot endure the afterlife without her presence. She is as her ability entails...the present.
"Yes..." Verdani's soft voice could inspire birds to sing. Cornelius' heart was hopeless to resist it's beauty. "My dear Timotheus..."
My name...my true name. She was the only one allowed to speak of it. She did so...with the utmost elegance.
"How many days has it been that we have been apart...?" Verdani drew closer. Her other hand clasping against the other side of his face. Flesh starting to grow against the bone, making him gasp at the soft crackling sounds.
"Ev-...every moment away from you feels like generations, Verdani. Yet have I seen the sun...." He now regained an eye, due to her touch...though it would once again be lost whenever her hand would remove itself. His eye was a deep gray, constantly searching her soft glowing blue appearance. "...Yet am I able to count the days properly."
"Soon you will..., soon..." Were her final words to the tortured soul. Her face drew closer to his own. Though her eyes blended in with the rest of her glowing body, Timotheus could feel her eyes searching his face. They embraced lips, partaking in a short lived, but much anticipated sweet kiss. She pulled away softly, brushing her hand along his regrowing flesh. "...Your brother?" She posed a question she was sure he was aware of.
"Slain." He responded in a low whisper. He held back pain and anger welding up inside his being. "That cursed Vanguard destroyed him for challenging his authority..." His eyes shut in pain of the memory not many days ago. "I told him to be patient...,though he could no longer take the abuse."
My elder brother and I were brought to duty hear thousands of years ago after Sparda defeated Lady Althena the first time, sealing away Temen-Ni-Gru. The Vanguards always treated us like filth beneath their stool. We were brilliant warriors, but forced to partake in training that would only play us as pawns.
The younger generations of Prides fell into this category of weaklings. We were once feared jailers and warriors in the demonic realm...
Verdani was pained to hear this. "I am deeply sorry, my love..." She could only speak her condolences. She could not revive him from the dead. "Though the time is now upon us...the son of Sparda is being lead here...he will defeat Althena...I can feel it." She released his face, allowing the stinging process of flesh loss take place upon her lover, though she hated to see it.
Though sore and gasping lightly from the sudden loss of flesh, Timotheus had his interest roused by Verdani's words. The very utterance of 'the son of Sparda' send chills through the decaying tissue. Finally, it was time.
"So it is definitely him, then." He had his doubts, though now they were gone from him. "I know what I must do...lead him further if you must. The Vanguard is preparing a trap for the son of Sparda. One he will survive...but the woman..." Timotheus paused, looking off to the side, then back to his lover.
I had my doubts the woman came on her own accord. What a foolish suicide I believed it to be. Though, it was the same foolish suicide Verdani and I were facing. What if, I thought, what if this woman was the son of Sparda's lover? A friend? Would my allowing her to be murdered to get closer to the son of Sparda mean I would have to allow Verdani to die to escape from this prison?
I could not let that happen.
"...I will prevent this." He vowed, starting to shift in his seated position, getting to his feet. "The Wraths--...I have to get them ready." The decaying feet started their motions further toward the area he was ordered to go to. "Stay away from me until this is over..I cannot have them hurt you."
"I am no weakling, Timotheus. If you are in trouble...I will help you."
Defiant as ever. Verdani had made a choice to revolt against Althena's goals ages ago. I truly did not expect her to listen to my own orders.
"I will not require help." The prideful creature stated, now vanishing deep into the blackness of the hall to gather the squad of Wraths.
I had a lot of time to think while rousing the troops. The plan was to take advantage of the illusion walls and floors of the castle and ambush. When the son of Sparda would land, the entire room would already be full of our men. There would be no breathing room.
No survival for the woman.
The immediate capture of Sparda's offspring.
The plan was flawless. It would of been carried out had I died long before.
( Much Later )
"Alright crabs! The target is expected to be here in exactly ten minutes foot time!" The leader of the pack, the Hell Vanguard called out as the entered a large square room from a long stretched hall. The Sloths in their dusty white cloths had been in position near the center of the room.
Wraths in the dozens, pacing impatiently all around, the Lusts breathing up the rear behind the number of Sloths, and the Prides in the far back. It was disgraceful...to be considered the lowest and least needed in the mission. The Vanguard took center stage, in the middle of the circle of Sloths.
The ceiling above was a safe drop distance for any being. It was an illusion, however, and if anyone from the floor above wished to progress in the castle, they would have no choice but to fall through to this floor.
"Now men and women!" The Vanguard continued on. "I want you to know that I am proud of each and every one of you. Together we claim this victory not only in the name of Lady Althena, but in the name of our kind!" The other troops--except Timotheus cheered, lifting their sickles.
"A demon mingled with human blood is a traitor to both races. Let us put him out of his misery!" The towering Vanguard once again garnered a loud response from his troops...except one.
I knew I had to prevent this attack. The cards were against me...there had to be something I could do...to at least put a dent in the numbers for the son of Sparda...
Timotheus clutched the staff of his sickle, choking up onto it. This was insanity.
I knew I would lose my life. Though I was willing to die for Verdani's future of freedom, and the defeat of the mighty Althena...
The single glowing eye started to shut itself, drowning out all the cheering around him.
Good-bye, my love.
SLASH!
The sickle ripped right through the torso of his fellow Pride, though it was a betrayer to their true nature. This at first didn't attract attention until the severed body hit the floor, turning to dust.
"Huh?!" Some of the creatures turned their heads, finding the dark blue clad Pride racing through them, swiping that sickly curved blade horizontally through the gathered beings. Dust and cloth began to hit the ground with each movement of that sickle, until it finally set in that this Pride had lost his mind.
"Kill him!" The Vanguard directed, clutching his own glowing weapon, but not moving a single decaying muscle. The Lusts jumped into the air, coming down onto the Pride with hopeful stabs into his body. Each was a failure as he simply jumped backward to avoid further contact.
In a swift rotation, his weapon was aimed high, sliding through the mouth of one of the lanky Sloths, bringing the skull along with it. His swipe began to curve downward while he turned, allowing him to 'bowl' the skull on his sickle toward a pack of Wraths in a far corner.
Cautious, many of the Hells jumped back. Sloths teleported. Though those who could not move in time found that the Wraths had very bad balance when disrupted. The skull collided with the leg of one, and it fell--and the result took some four Wraths with it, and an incalculable amount of Hells in the explosion.
Timotheus was feeling the rush of combat that he missed. Fighting as he was trained for all those years ago. Fighting like a true warrior. "Is this all you can muster?!" He taunted his fellow Hells. He felt air explode behind him as a Sloth appeared. Her sickle held high, coming down toward him.
CLANG!
The sickle had ripped through the Pride's entire center, leaving him in two halves. Though the Pride severed was not Timotheus!
"You assist me?!" Timotheus questioned, lifting the staff of his weapon in time to catch an incoming attack from one of the Lusts. The resulting impact made his elbows buckle.
"If you are in trouble,remember?!" The 'Sloth' replied, now using her teleportation ability to get behind the said Lust, and getting rid of it in a single swipe. The rest of the horde had them surrounded, jumping from one side to the other, sizing up the opposition.
"I require no assistance!" He knew it was Verdani--and now things would become difficult for him! The two had heard the reinforcements arrive--mounted on demonic creatures. Timotheus with Verdani's help was instantly relocated above some of the riders, coming down with a wide arcing slice that sent crimson fluids splattering across the ground.
The duo fought effectively...but the well protected Vanguard was not impressed. Nearly half of his force was gone--and more Wraths were being forced to fall, taking even more of his men out. He had to make a move, and make one quickly. He noticed one of the Sloths was acting as a partner...was she...a romantic interest?
What better way to slay an opponent than attack his heart? In a flutter of movement, the Vanguard was gone. The ground rippled just feet away from the swinging Scythe duo, taking down anything that got in their way. The Vanguard popped u, waving his massive weapon toward the ceiling.
Verdani had just moments ago slain another Sloth--and her head turned toward the Vanguard. Since she wore no cloth over her eyes, it was easy for the Vanguard to spot the misfit. Down came his Scythe toward her. She made an attempt to block with the pole of her weapon, but it was sliced right in half.
"Verdani--!" Timotheus shouted out, taking his eye off the ball just long enough to feel a sicle stab right though his back and out of the front. Then another right through his stomach and out of his back. "--Augh..!!"
The Vanguard took advantage of this situation, grabbing Vardani by the head and yanking her from the ground. "The shape-shifter, hm...?" A tight squeeze around her skull made the lanky illusion of the Sloth fade away into the blue energy based body of Verdani. "Now...do you know the fate of your present, shapeshifter...?" He cackled wildly until he was interrupted by the pained voice.
"--Let her go!"A quick swing of his scythe, and the Lust who impaled him from the front was reduced to dust. The elongated pole swatted the head of the Pride behind him, though both of their scythes tore deeper into him before slipping out. In pain, Timotheus did away with the final Pride in a single motion. He was now turning his attention to the only survivor...the Vanguard.
"Let her go?" He mused, tossing the woman's body aside, allowing it to collide with the furthermost corner of the room harshly. "There, I let her go. Now she can die with the additional pain of witnessing your death. As a sister of fate...she should know you are going to die..."
Wounded, Timotheus could not rush to Verdani's side...he was saving his energy to destroy the Vanguard. "Fate is an ever-changing road. Only when we challenge it do new paths grow..." He took a heavy step, ready to do combat.
"Noble speech. Though I'm going to have to cut you off, quite literately. Farewell, crab. Hoo-rah!" The Vanguard hissed, rushing in for the wounded Pride!
( One Floor Up )
"I mean, I have a lot of high hopes for season six," Lady said while walking along side Dante. "If the first episode is any indication, it should be the best one yet." They had been walking for so long, that conversation seemed inevitable. Lady was getting tired of lugging around her heavy weapon, however...
"Yeah, it's also the last season...so they say." Dante on the other hand was as fit as a fiddle. He was hardly tired, nor bored thanks to his long conversation with Lady. They had a lot of different tastes in things, but the back-and-forth action they had with the conversation kept it from going sour.
"You never really know with these writers. I mean, first Sayid's dead...then he's alive again at the end? That shocked me." Lady adjusted Kalina Ann at her shoulder, her eyes narrowing in frustration at it's growing weight on her tired shoulder and back.
"Shocked me too. At least we know who the monster is now...that black smoke, or whatever..." Dante would of loved to continue talking about their favored weekly television show, but he was noticing Lady's being tired. "Lets take a break, babe. I'm gettin' tired." He lied, just to make her more likely to rest.
"Alright. We can take five. This hall seems to be going on forever." She lowered her weapon, propping it against the nearest wall. Coming to sit, Lady would draw her knees up, looping her arms around them.
Dante started to lean against the wall--but suddenly came to a stop, looking back the way they came. "...Looks like we're going to have company...feels like someone just went through the door a few floors up..." Those demonic senses enhanced by Urd's power truly came in handy. He was aware of most things generally around them, and all above them.
"Then I guess our break can't last that long if we don't want to get sidetracked more." Lady grunted, pushing herself back to a stand. One of the pouches at her hip was opened, getting her flask of water. She took a quick drink, offering Dante some as well. "Let's get this over with and get out of here. Not looking forward to walking back down this way, though."
Dante took the flask and a quick drink. Passing it back to Lady, Dante stepped over to pull Kalina Ann up for Lady. "Want me to carry it for a while?" He was very thoughtful, wasn't he?
"I'll consider it. I've got a little more gas in the tank." Her hands reached for her prized belonging, which was soon handed over to her. She could make it on her own. Lady was always certain of her independance from a young age. It kept her busy, she didn't want to slack off and end up lost in the current of life.
Besides, Dante was clumbsy with her things. First thing of her's that he borrowed was her bike, and all she got back was it's scorched handlebars. That was not going to happen to Kalina Ann. She only trusted it with him once.
"Alright babe, if you say so." Dante couldn't argue with her there. A lifting of his shoulders was given right before he started to walk along her side again.
( One Floor Down)
The battle had not been pretty. Timotheus' garbs had been almost confetti from all of the strikes he had endured from the mighty Vanguard. However, this was a mutual effect. The Vanguard's garbs had very noticeable tears in his attire, though he seemed in much better fighting condition than the lone Pride.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
Repeatedly their weapons clashed, forcing each to recoil backwards. Each one increasing the timing of the swipe. In his injured state, Timotheus knew he could not continue to parry the strikes. His only option was to quickly roll off to the side to allow the Vanguard to hit nothing but the air.
Though successful in his attempt, Timotheus still felt the stinging pain of his wounds upon contact with the floor. The momentary flinch created an opening he knew would be exploited. Trying to defend himself with his weapon, he would find the massive purple sickle snapping through it with the utmost ease. This could of been the end of the fight.
Instead of following up with a slice, the Vanguard rushed in, palming the Pride's head and taking him down roughly to the ground. Mounting the 'lesser' and wounded demon, the victorious Vanguard would hold his sickle up against the center of the demon's chest.
"You got heart, soldier. Makes me wanna see it!" He found this rather amusing, much to Timotheus' severe hatred to be toppled. "Warfare is all about inflicting the highest level of pain on one's opponent. Especially traitors to one's own cause..."
That cackling demon's voice was like glass pouring into his ears. He wanted nothing more than to gather the saliva to spit in his face.
"You son, are a traitor. Two thousand years of service for this? A woman? Son I served with your father and I must say, he would be dis-a-pointed. He was one of my best men..." His attention shifted to the still shaken up Verdani, starting to push up on her hands. Truly a weakling. "So, she's awake. Just in time for the pain. Now, sister of fate...why don't you inform your little boyfriend here of his fate before I inflict it?"
Such a cruel thing to learn fate. It makes you feel...powerless. I was born a warrior. Wars and battles always had an unknown outcome...which made each of us fight that much harder. Victory is never certain...but when the fate is known to be grim...it makes the fighting lack effort. You are destined to die.
I awaited Verdani's words...I embraced death. I wanted to die for showing her such weakness.
Verdani looked to the floor. She couldn't stop this fight--she was not truly a trained warrior. Her fingers curled up against the stone. She didn't want to speak a word. In fear that her reading Timotheus' fate would be the end of him.
"Speak of his fate or you'll be the first one to die, little lady! You've got ten seconds! Nine! Eight!" The Vanguard hissed out, pressing the tip of that curved weapon into Timotheus further, making him groan in pain, clutching both halfs of his weapon still.
I had failed her...this was how I would go.
"Seven! Six! Five! Four! Three!"
Farewell...my love.
"Two! One!"
"Alright!" Verdani spoke up, quickly moving her face upward to look at the monsterous beast. "Timotheus...forgive me...I must...read your fate." She turned her attention down to the ground, having white steam starting to form over her glowing shape. "In this battle...it is...your fate to..."
The Vanguard nodded his head, glaring down at Timotheus, letting him feel the burn of that purple weapon against his chest. He could hear the footsteps above getting closer...was the son of Sparda early?! He had to do away with this quickly!
"Your fate is to live!" She looked up, and as expected, this caused the Vanguard to turn his attention toward her in shock. However, as he would do so, the Pride's severed staff came upward, it's now sharpened point jabbing into the glowing eye of the General.
"Graaaah!!" He screamed out, stumbling back away from the Pride.
Timotheus, with the sickle half of his weapon in his right hand started to stand slowly, stalking his former commander. With a wind of his hand, he tossed the bladed weapon, letting it spin and cut through the whisps of floating dust. It made a final rotation, before the entire blade found a home in the Vanguard's only soft spot.
"--Haugh--!?" The Vanguard was completely frozen. He couldn't speak or move. There was only the sound of bones bending while he started to fall backwards...exploding into several pieces.
Though the battle was won, Timotheus fell against the nearest wall, using one hand to support himself.
"Timotheus!" Verdani was quick to run to his side to help support him. He at first seemed to resist the assistance, but allowed her to hold him up. "You're hurt!...Oh I am so sorry for getting involved..." Her hands touched him at his forearm, as well as the wounds in his body. The deep gashes started to heal as flesh began to grow there. The steam from her body had all but vanished now.
"I...will be fine.." Timotheus stated--though they were interrupted by the sudden dropping in of the son of Sparda himself.
"Whoa~!" He called out, landing in a crouch on the ground. Pulling Ebony out immediately, Dante would point it toward Verdani and Timotheus. Normally, he would of shot first, but something told him to stop inside. They did not seem hostile. "...Coast is clear, Lady." He called up toward her. "Just really dusty..." He had been standing in the remains of several of the Hells, afterall.
Next, Lady would drop down through the illusionary ceiling, and land carefully in a crouch right next to Dante. "Augh--demons..!" Her sub-machine gun was lifted up immediately. However, it was lowered by Dante's hand. "Wh-what are you doing...?"
"We're interruptin' a tender moment...let's get going." He had already started to walk toward the only path they had presented toward them. Soon, Lady was in tow.
"However..." Dante paused near the opening of the entrance, having seen a Vanguard's remains scattered about. "...Just curious as to what happened here..."
Timotheus eased his lover away from him...coming to stand on his own two feet. "..I will share the story, son of Sparda...if you will allow me the time..."
Lady wasn't sure about this--she had never heard one of these things speak before. "...Just make it fast. We're kind of in a hurry."
"Very well..."
( Seven minutes later )
"And that is where you came in..." The prideful warrior completed his story, only offering a small motion of his head.
"...So, you're a rebel too, huh? I like that." Dante had to admit...he never knew a Pride could wreck shop quite like this. Clearly he had learned a lesson in underestimation. "...So...Verdani here is a Sister of Fate? I already got one of you helpin' me...she represents the future, right?"
Verdani had sat on her knees, clasping her hands in her lap. "My younger sister Urd is the Eye of the Future. She is young...her sight is still limited." A small shake of her braided head was given. "I am the Eye of the Present. I see what is immediately going on...within a certain span of time. Some longer than others."
"Interesting," Lady chimed in. "So, can you tell me if this loser is going to pay me after this is all over?"
The question struck Verdani curiously. She wasn't positive if this would be a success or not--facing Althena. "I..cannot see. It is quite blury. Though I hope I have not lured you here in vain."
"In other words, he won't." Frustrated, Lady shot a glare toward Dante. She was ready to go--but the glowing woman mentioned 'luring'. The trigger happy woman threatened to pull one of her pistols with a motion of her hand. "What do you mean lured us here?"
Dante was wondering the same...but since Lady wanted to speak for them both, he didn't interject.
"...I posed as the other son of Sparda. I knew you would need help finding things...I knew you would of never confronted Althena until it was far too late...I knew...you were looking for him, Dante..."
Dante had expected it all to be a wild goose chase. Now he had his confirmation. Vergil wasn't there. This was an extreme let down for Dante. It almost made him want to discontinue this venture. Though...he had an idea to make use of Verdani's powers. "...Before we go stop Althena..." He gave a pause, motioning for Lady to relax. "Can you tell me if Vergil is alive right now?"
Verdani looked toward Timotheus, then to the ground. Focusing her energy, that same steam would come to rise from her perfect shape. She took a deep inhale of these vapors, allowing her mind's eye to see into the present world of every kind. It took her several seconds...but finally she spoke. "He is...not dead."
That was all Dante needed to hear.
Lady was shocked--Vergil of all demons was still alive? That wasn't exactly good if he was still the same.
Dante had started down that hallway, and once more Lady would be in tow behind him. They had a job to do before Dante began his search for Vergil.
"Wait!" Vedani spoke out, now standing at her now silent lover's side. "...You can save your friend, Dante. She can still be saved. I can help you...." She looked over to Timotheus..."In exchange for you sparing us...and allowing us re-entry into the demon world to find ...or belonging."
Dante stopped dead in his tracks. Frustrated with the constant stopping, Lady continued to walk. Dante pondered for a few moments, then began to turn around to face them. "You got it. Just don't make me regret this..."
"Take care of her, son of Sparda...I shall await your safe return..." Timotheus had trusted him with his lover's life. He would be held accountable if she did not return. His single eye met her own set...he wanted to kiss her badly, but he could tell she was not going to. It would be something for them both to live for.
Farewell, my love.
Verdani turned her face away from Timotheus, and began to glow bright enough to make the entire room devoid of all color. Once the display of blinding light had ended, Verdani had become a small ball of energy. Racing toward Dante, she would impact that amulet Dante had collected from the castle.
The force made him stumble backward, but he gained his balance. The surge of energy made his Devil Trigger flicker on and off rapidly...though he began to gain control with great force. There was another explosion of light...both Dante's hands went forward, grasping onto..something.
When his vision returned...what he would be gripping had been the handlebars of one of the biggest and slickest motorcycles he had ever laid eyes on. "....Now this is what I'm talkin' about..." Dante grinned, looking over toward Timotheus. "Promise to bring her back in one piece, Tim. You just sit tight..." Mounting the bike, Dante popped the front up in a wheelie, and proceeded to rip down the hall.
He passed up Lady--and the roar of the bike had almost made her jump out of her skin! Swerving around, Dante would park the devilish bike just meters away from her, after leaving quite the driftmark on the ground. "Hop on, babe! Let's ride!" He grinned, removing Rebellion from his back, and sticking it into a compartment on the side of the bike.
"...Nice wheels." Lady commented, approaching him in glee. Mounting the back of the bike, her arms would come around his waist for safety. "I was getting tired of walking anyway...we should be almost there, right?"
"Yep..." Dante let the bike let out it's loud roar. "Althena ain't gonna be far away now. Woo!" The bike roared to life, and into the long hall they rode.
Back in the square room..., Timotheus had walked through the remains of his former kinsmen...stopping in front of the massive purple scythe on the ground. Reaching for it, the healing demon would use all of his strength to pull it up and over his shoulder.
"...And so a new chapter begins..."
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( Next Mission! )
Mission: #10 I Wish You Were Dead
