Woooow...It has been a long time since I was able to update and I sincerely apologize to those of you following and enjoying this story. Within the last few months, I had been trying to ensure the fact that i would graduate because one class I was taking was making me nervous. Plus with work in the mix, I never seemed to have free time! But I am still sorry for I should have found time .. Anywho, thanks to all those who have been subscribing, favorite, and commenting...and I especially want to thank those of you who are still going to read this even though my last update was ages ago! But you all make Moriah happy, which is a very good thing.
Without further ado, chapter 10 of Devils' High School! I think this is my favorite chapter so far...nice and action-y xD.
Dante, Vergil, and Nero spent the remaining hours of the day roaming the hallways of Westbrook searching for any sort of clue toward the whereabouts of the demon that had massacred Rina. As the sun began to sink below the horizon, filtering pink and orange light into the hallways through the many windows, the three half demons shuffled back up to their rooms feeling defeated.
"Man, why can't this be like an episode of Scooby-Doo?" Dante grumbled as he flopped down onto the bed, stretching out his limbs. "Why can't there just be some footprints leading to the demon somewhere?"
Nero snorted, following Dante's actions with his own bed. "Maybe because this is real life?" He ignored Dante's half-hearted glare in favor of burying his face into his pillow.
After closing the door, Vergil placed Yamato at his bedside and began pacing in front of the beds, thinking of the best way to accomplish anything on his night-time trek through the corridors. Nothing was making sense to him. If that demon was after them, why didn't it just come up to their room and attack already? If it's in the school, it would be easy enough. Maybe it had other plans?
Vergil finally sat down, deciding stressing over the details would not be in his favor. He had a good four hours of marching through the hallways looking for demon activity before handing it over to Dante. "So you two remember the drill right? You run into anything, do not try to take it on by yourself. We don't know what we're up against, and it will be safer to take whatever it is on together."
Nero simply nodded, head still buried in the pillow and half asleep. Dante rolled his eyes at his older twin. "Yeah, yeah." He sat up quickly, eyeing his brother suspiciously. "That means you have to abide by your own rules, too. I know you won't admit it, but your ego is just as bad as mine."
"Settle down, Dante. I assure you, I don't plan on fighting this demon on my own. I value my life." Vergil returned to his feet as the sky darkened, attaching Yamato to his hip. He turned to face Nero. "Get some sleep Nero. Dante, let's go." Dante stood slowly, grabbing Rebellion and placing it on his back before following his brother down the stairs and into the corridor below.
After hopping down the last few steps, Dante leaned against the wall next to the door. He blew some hair out of his face, already bored. He was not looking forward to playing guard dog for four hours. But, as usual, it was two against one when it came to choosing who did what first. As Vergil turned to begin his search, Dante stopped him. "Hey."
Half annoyed, Vergil glared at his brother. "Yes Dante?"
Dante ignored his brother's annoyance. "Don't get yourself killed, got it?"
Despite the less than eloquent way Dante worded it, Vergil understood what he truly meant by his words. What he was really trying to say was that Vergil was all he had left, and he didn't know what he would do if he lost his twin brother. The elder half devil waved his twin off, striding with purpose toward the end of the hallway and turning the corner.
As the third hour of Vergil's exploration of the school came to a close and the final hour began, Vergil let out an exasperated groan having neither found or heard anything. The whole building was silent as the grave and completely empty. By this point, the eldest son of Sparda was ready to call it quits. His feet were beginning to ache, and personally, a demon roaming around didn't bother him that much. Yes, he hated how they killed his mother and tore his family asunder, but he was technically one of them. He had demonic powers and sometimes impulses that were definitely not human. It was this part of him that cared less than others would feel was a proper amount.
A thud from down the corridor caused Vergil to snap back to the real world and turn toward the noise. Instinctively, his hand shot to Yamato's hilt as he dashed toward the sound. If his enhanced auditory skills were as good as he thought, the blue devil found himself positioned in front of one of the janitors' closets.
Vergil narrowed his ice blue eyes at the door, popping Yamato out of its sheath slightly with his thumb just in case. With his free hand, he jerked the closet door open, eyes darting around the small space for any sign of demon. Vergil huffed as he slid Yamato back into its sheath when nothing but cleaning supplies and abandoned spider webs met his gaze. He found the source of the noise had been a mop falling over and hitting the floor.
Vergil growled and slammed the door shut with enough force to cause other supplies in the closet to topple over. The false alarm had caused his irritation to rise ten fold, causing him to regret letting Dante's suspicions get to him. There really wasn't sufficient evidence to suggest that the supposed demon that attacked him and Rina's death were related. The fact that absolutely nothing had happened since the latest incident was making him think the two were just freak incidents.
With one last glare at the door, Vergil slunk off down the hallway to finish up his shift. He was honestly ready for his final hour to be up. He felt as if all the worrying he had been doing for the past day had been utterly pointless. What aggravated him even more was the fact that in his mind, worry was a weakness, and anything weak was a waste of space.
As he descended the steps to the main floor, a series of loud bangs and crashes erupted from one of the nearby classrooms. Feeling as if this cacophony had much more promise than the last, Vergil dashed to the place where the sounds were heard. Despite his skepticism, Vergil's heart raced and adrenaline pumped through his body as he came to the closed door of the noisy classroom.
Vergil threw the door open holding Yamato at the ready, eyes scanning the room like a predator stalking some elusive prey. The room was a disaster area: desks were flipped over and thrown against walls, shredded bits of paper floated to the ground like confetti, and splintered wook pieces were scattered about the floor. Other than the wreck that seemed like it could only be produced by a twister, the classroom was completely empty. The eldest half devil sniffed the air, taking advantage of his keen olfactory system. The scent that met his nose, besides the stale ones of his classmates and the teacher normally occupying the room, was one he hadn't smelled since he was a child: demons.
Judging by the fact that the paper hadn't hit the floor when he burst into the room, Vergil deduced that he had barely missed the beast, causing a sly smirk to cross his lips. It can't be far off...
Tha banging from before started up again in the room next door, and Vergil's eyes lit up as he sprinted out of the room and threw open the door, Yamato held at the ready. A hunched over, cloaked figure with a scythe was in the process of slicing through a desk when the door smacking the wall caused it to stop and turn toward the partial human. Vergil's eyes became mere slits as the pale gray face with hollow, black holes for eyes and permanantly open mouth met his gaze. This was easily one of the weaker of its kind, and Vergil hated to waste his time on it.
"So you're it? You're the demon causing all the commotion around this school? Tch...how disappointing..." He raised Yamato to his face, examining it and giving the demon a better view of the blade which would be its demise. "Since you're such a pathetic excuse for a demon, I'll make this quick."
A rattling sound erupted from the demon's throat as it lurched toward Vergil, scythe gripped in both hands ready to cleave the son of Sparda in two. Vergil's lips curled into a malicious grin as he flicked Yamato with speed not even his opponent could keep up with. The blue devil slowly slid his prized blade back into its sheath, and as he clicked it into place, the low-class demon's body split in half, the top piece sliding to the ground before the bottom toppled over.
Vergil huffed as he turned and entered the corridor again. "If humans weren't so weak, this whole episode could have been avoided..."
Vergil decided to finish off his shift, figuring there would most likely be more. He smirked to himself, hoping there would be more. He had finally been able to release some of the pent up aggression he could never fully express for fear of revealing the secret of their demon heritage. With these demons he could let his more carnal desires shine through.
Unbeknownst to the proud half devil practically strutting through the halls now, shadows behind him were becoming tangible, large clawed hands creeping toward him, and a pair of red eyes appearing in the center of the mass. Inch by inch, the clawed hand closed the gap between it and its prey. Finally, it shot out and grabbed Vergil by the ankle, causing the teenager to gasp and faceplant onto the stone floor below.
Vergil pushed himself onto his hands and turned his head behind him, attempting to see what sort of idiot had the guts to trip him up, only to be met with the razor sharp claws hurtling toward his face. With demonic agility, Vergil flipped onto his back, yanked Yamato out of its sheath, and knocked the the shadow claw away.
The beast reeled its claw back in, healing the slice Vergil's blade had made. The half devil sprang to his feet, coming face to face with a mass of black that filled the whole hallway. Not even a sliver of moonlight from the windows behind it shone through. Piercing red eyes stared at the half demon menacingly. Undeterred by the monster, Vergil glared back, ready for anything it could throw at him.
The shadow demon shot its claw back out at the blue devil, only to have its attack easily dodged by the son of Sparda. Vergil chuckled. "You're going to have to do better than that." Vergil regained his footing and dashed toward his opponent, expertly side-stepping another futile attempt by the devil to make a slice in his belly. Vergil's eyes became absolutely animalistic as he came within range of the shadow demon. He swung his blade, watching it slice through the devil like butter, creating a horizontal gash through the length of its body.
The injured demon made a pained sound and recoiled a few feet, distancing itself from Vergil. The devil in blue smirked as deep purple blood began to ooze from the demon's wound. With a triumphant cackle, Vergil said, "Now that you've learned your lesson, it's ti-" Vergil's eyes grew wide mid-sentence as a searing pain emerged in his side. He felt a thick liquid begin to trail down his side and watched as that shadowy claw was retracted once more, red blood dripping from one of the talons.
Adding to his surprise, Vergil stared, stunned as the demon's wound healed over quickly, making it seem as if Vergil hadn't done a thing. The partial devil attempted to attack the demon again, only to have his side scream in protest. As his hand shot to the wound, another clawed hand stretched toward him, and he was barely able to parry it off with Yamato.
Reluctantly, Vergil decided there was no way he was going to be able to defeat this demon with his injury and would need time to heal. And, though he wouldn't outright admit it, he was most likely going to need some back up. So, ignoring the pain that tore through his side with every moevement, Vergil began backpedalling, being sure to watch his opponent carefully. He did not need another injury impeding his escape.
After fending off attack after attack from the encroaching devil, Vergil felt his backside meet with the corner of the hallway. His eyes twitched to the right where they met with his refuge: an adjoining hallway. With one last glance at the opposing demon, Vergil propelled himself off the wall and down the demon-free hallway, utilizing the demon speed he had never been more thankful to have.
Without looking back, he mounted the stairs and ascended them two at a time, only daring to look back when he had put the flight of stairs and three corridors between himself and the shadow demon. He heaved a sigh of relief when the squares of light cast by the moon outside the windows met his gaze and slowed to a walk once more. His sense of relief was heightened when he felt his injury begin to knit itself back together.
However, Vergil's calm came at a price. He began to hate himself for being defeated so easily. He was supposed to be powerful like his father, and he was ahsamed of himself for running away. He wanted more power. No, he needed more power. What had happened tonight had fully convinced him of it, and he would rest until he could someday have the power of Sparda to himself.
The demon in blue snarled, balling his hands into tight fists by his sides as he headed back to the dorm to tell the other two what he saw. He had no intentions of divulging all that had happened, though.