The Angel's Demon

Chapter 2: Feathers

Angela was looking out her room window, watching the cars pass by and the people walk on the sidewalk. Her mother had just spoken to her about what she had done. "What am I four years old?" She questioned angrily.

"Angela try to understand, I'm worried about you." Her mother was standing at the doorway, pleading her daughter to understand her decision. "He will be here at nine."

"So soon." Angela whispered. She was loosing control, she clenched her hands into a fist but she was still shaking. She understood why her mother was doing this but she was afraid of hurting another person. She didn't want to bring anyone down with what she was suffering through. "I don't need anyone, just leave me." She said sighing.

Angela heard her mother entering the room, she felt her footsteps getting closer, "darling I only want to help." Before Angela could stop her mother, she placed a hand on her back trying to comfort her. Angela turned around grabbing her mother's hand but it was too late, Mrs. Dumont had felt something sharp and bulging from underneath the leather jacket Angela was wearing.

Angela released her mother's hand, "Leave!" She yelled. The room shook and undeniably afraid her mother ran out of the room nearly tripping on the shaking room and shutting the door. The room door clicked a few moments later, Angela understood she was locked in.

She felt a burning sensation consume her chest, she fell to the floor clutching her chest gasping for air, her breathing was shallow. Her back began to sting as well, she took off the jacket an noticed that the bulges protruding from her back had gotten more pronounce, tearing slightly at her red shirt.

She took off her shirt to get a better look, her back facing a large mirror hung next to her wardrobe. The flesh was pealing, giving way for something white. Frightened she reached over with her hand to touch the bulge massaging the area, her fingertips traced over the white line and it was very soft almost feathery. She took her fingers away still afraid of what was happening and going to happen to her.

She put her shirt back on and decided she couldn't be here, the need to get away was screaming to her. Without thinking she opened the door that led to the balcony and jumped out. It was a very high three story house and it was a significant distance down. As she fell through the air, she heard and felt something rip. There was a shadow cast above her, she turned around to see. Her light blue eyes widened in surprise.

Dante walked up to the front porch which was a set of two grand doors, he pressed the door bell. An eloquent voice later spoke through a small speaker located on the side of the bell. "Dumont residence."

"I'm here on Mrs. Dumont's request." Dante responded.

"I take it that you are Mr. Dante?" He asked.

"Yup."

"Interesting." A few seconds later the porch doors opened and Dante went through. The doors closed after he entered. He slowly approached the estate taking in the surroundings. He was on a path that divided the front yard into two equal sections. There were a variety of flowers planted, mostly roses among the bunch.

The estate was large, he looked up and noticed many windows on the third floor including a balcony, he saw the doors open but he couldn't see if someone was in the room from here. He continued to walk and along the path and noticed something white laying on an untouched patch of grass.

Compelled he walked over to the white bunch, kneeled and touched it. "Feathers?" As white as snow and longer than a common bird feather, Dante was intrigued. He looked up and noticed that a single feather lay at the tip of the balcony, so the source was in that room.

The main door open, breaking Dante's focus. An elderly man appeared, he was much shorter than Dante and glared at him, "please refrain from stepping on the grass and let alone the flowers."

"Sorry." Dante said shrugging. He got off the grass avoiding the flowers and made his way up the mini stairs and into the house. The elder man closed the door and left leaving Dante waiting in the main hall.

"I'm here pretty early." Dante said looking at the grandfather clock at the entrance of the estate, it read 8:30. He whistled in surprise of how large the main entrance hall was, the house was grand looking on the outside with a classical renaissance look but from the inside it was more immaculate.

The elder man appeared once more, "Mrs. Dumont will be with you shortly, follow me." The elder man walked ahead down the hall, Dante followed looking around curiously. They arrived at the family room which was very classically decorated. The many windows lined up made the room greatly illuminated by the sunlight. The central piece was a dark grand piano, there were also a couple of portraits hanging on the wall and some nice furniture around the vast room.

Dante sat in one of the many couches. "Would you like anything sir?"

"Nope, but thanks for asking."

"Very well then." The elder man rolled his eyes and left him. Dante made himself comfortable on the couch, putting his hands behind his neck and closing his eyes. This place was quite relaxing except for some strange presence, it wasn't anything harmful it felt familiar, powerful even but yet it was gentle.

"Something's definitely up in this place." Dante mumbled. He stayed in that position for a while, hell, he even dozed off once or twice before he heard someone speak to him.

"Excuse the delay Mr. Dante." He opened his eyes to look at Mrs. Dumont she had a polite smile but her eyes begged to differ, she had been crying this whole time.

"No worries, I caught on to my sleeping pattern." He said nonchalantly.

"I wanted to give my daughter some time before introducing the two of you." Of course Dante didn't buy that excuse nonetheless he nodded in agreement. "Alphonse, do you mind getting Angela."

"Of course, I'll be right back." Alphonse left once more up the stairs until he disappeared, Mrs. Dumont took a seat across from Dante. Dante maintained his laid back appearance.

"How close was Angela to her father?" Dante had is eyes closed but it had been a question he had since yesterday but couldn't ask it because he believed that Morrison might get mad at him for asking a quote personal question unquote. Morrison also seemed to be very close to the Dumont family that when Dante tried to question him later that day he avoided the conversation.

"Well, her father would rarely visit, she simply adored him and he adored her very much." There was sadness residing in her voice.

"Very close but not within distance then." Dante said.

"Yes, that sums it up." Mrs. Dumont said lowering her gaze.

There was a quickening pace approaching them, it got louder until it stopped and a heavy breathing Alphonse appeared before them. "Ms. Angela is not here, I searched everywhere for her!" He said panicking.

"That's not possible I had locked her in!" Dante finally opened his eyes and turned to look at Mrs. Dumont who looked ashamed for what she had done.

"Well," Dante said getting up and started walking towards the hall, "seems like it time to start working."

AN: Hope you readers enjoyed that!

So next chapter Dante meets Angela! Cue in the heroic guitar version of the DMC anime main theme. :O

Well, we're going to find out what's wrong with Angela next chapter as well, so I have lots to write!

Lately, I'm just in the Dante mood wanting to eat pizza everyday accompanied or better said followed by a strawberry sundae. LOL :D

Thank you for reading and have a good week and I'll see you all in the next update ;)

-roseimagine