The Angel's Demon

Chapter 7: Heritage

Siderea once again reappeared at the bar, everything was dark as if the place had been shut down for the night. She needed to rest, she had a wound across her chest, if the son of Sparda would have aimed a little more to the left it would have been a direct puncture wound to her heart and she wouldn't be here.

She continued to stagger around until she found a lit fire place, all she had to do was transform and unite with that source of fire to regain her strength. She slowly approached the fireplace unaware that there was a dark emerald gaze upon her.

An ice chill broke into the room knocking Siderea off her feet and even the fire place went out, the man with raven hair towered over her. He shook his head and turned his back to her while he spoke, "while it is true you got rid of her mother, the task I sent you to do is less than half accomplished, after finishing the Dacelus' mother you were suppose to bring the girl to me." There was irritation in his voice, "as much as I'd like to kill you for this incompetence another opportunity has emerged." He said rubbing his chin. "New questions have emerged from her and she is more than willing to seek out the answers."

Siderea tried to get up but something was pinning her to the ground, only then did she notice a dark shadow looming over her body acting as chains, locking her into place. "The twins have been tailing the girl for a while now and have discovered something interesting, her possible next move. Siderea you are a valuable assets to my game but," he turned around to look back at her, his emerald eyes narrowing, "fail me again and," Siderea started screaming, nothing was harming her but there was something attacking her, a pain that felt as if she was being ripped apart.

The raven haired man unfocused his eyes on Siderea , releasing her from his pain grip knowing she had learned her lesson.

"Now when Mors and Mortis come back with the directions of where the girl will be heading next, they will lead you to her and you bring her here."

"Yes my Lord, I do not intend to fail you again." She said unable to hide the breathlessness and pain she was currently feeling, there was also a hint of fear. It was clear to Siderea that if she failed him again he would kill her with no hint of remorse.

"Oh and if you encounter the son of Sparda again make sure to silence him, he has been a pest in my affairs since this began." She bowed and nodded. The room lit up and at the snap of his fingers the fire place lit up and Siderea dashed towards the fire, which also seemed to welcome her.

He walked back to his stool in front of the bar but before he took an actual seat he went behind the bar and stared at his assortment of fine drinks and deliberated which one he would try.

Angela had stopped sobbing and crying, there was just visible trail of tears down her face. Her head rested on Dante chest and in realizing this she was embarrassed. She took a step back her head still looking down, she glanced once more into the room. Her mother was there laying, no longer in pain, no longer alive. She looked away feeling a breakdown come once again, she quickly stepped out of the room and leaned against the outer wall.

Angela took a pair of silent deep breaths, mourning wasn't going to help her get anywhere closer to the truth or bring her mother back. Dante watched her full of curiosity, seeing how Angela quickly regained control of herself and composure: he was sure an event like this would have her sobbing for days like the female protagonists in Patty's soap operas.

"I have to go speak with Alphonse, my…" Angela caught herself before saying or thinking the next term and changed it into a more general word, "she mentioned that Alphonse had explained something, I need to know what it is." She turned and started walking toward the main hall to ask a doctor which room Alphonse was in.

A doctor they found in the hall gladly guided them to where Alphonse was. Angela inhaled deeply once more before knocking on the door. "you may enter," Alphonse responded cordially. When they entered the room he seemed to look much better, Angela noticed that some of his burn marks were faintly there or not at all, that was what Angela had been most nervous about. She had expected to see Al unconscious or something worse off not sitting upright in bed as if expecting them.

Angela and Dante took a seat next to Alphonse's bed. "Ms. Angela, I am so sorry, my deepest and most heartfelt condolences." Even if Al was just sitting in bed, he bowed his head deeply. Angela swallowed hard and nodded, accepting this reality.

"Al," Angela began to say, there was no reason to beat around the bush, "what did you tell…her?"

Alphonse stared at the pair, his grey eyes turned to look at Dante who was also starring straight back at him. There was no getting by the matter, he didn't want to be the one to explain future and past occurrences but it had to be done, like the saying goes the truth will always in the end be revealed.

It is always best though to start from the beginning Alphonse pondered, "I am not what you think I am."

"A demon? How long have you been hiding this old man?" Dante asked. From the beginning Dante had suspected of Alphonse but saw no threat at all from him.

"You knew? It is expected that the son of Sparda would know this much." Alphonse smiled gently. Angela on the other hand was surprised, Al had been the families butler for as long as she could remember including the fact that when her parent's split up Al had taken care of her and her… Angela also turned to look at Dante, son of Sparda what does that mean?

"I have seen many ages Dante, I have seen my fair share of things from peace to wars. Though that is beside the point, when you arrived I had to be sure with who I would entrust the guarding of Ms. Angela too because I am no longer competent enough. He said lowering his gaze, ashamed.

"Alphonse don't say such things." Angela responded.

"No it's the truth, I was unable to…" He sighed heavily and he couldn't look at Angela as he spoke these next words, "I was entrusted by your father to watch and protect you an your mother but I have failed you both."

"You didn't." Angela said even if she felt her chest weigh too much for her to bear at this moment, "You told her the truth about me, she died believing, knowing that whatever was put in my way I would conquer it. Alphonse you know more than you lead on to know, tell me the truth. Why did this happen to me, why am I a Dacelus?"

There was a strange presence in the area, Alphonse had remembered this scent, he could only give Angela clues to her answers, should the enemy find out what their up to before Angela's time they would be done for. "Do you recall where your father's mansion is located?"

"Yes of course." She hadn't visited often but the way to get there was engraved in her memory considering when they were a family…the place had some of her fondest memories.

"Your answer is in the library somewhere," his voice dropped into a whisper, "I can not say more for someone is watching us. Dante I trust you will help her?" Alphonse asked seriously.

Dante knew there might not be any more money involved at this point onward but the mystery behind this affair was far too intriguing to pass up plus he had grown into liking and favoring Angela's company far more than any of the other Devil woman that shrouded his life and also she was something very nice to look at.

"Fine." Dante said simply.

"You are much like your father Dante, a man of few words. Actions of course, speak more." Alphonse said.

"Thank you so much for the help Alphonse." Angela said getting up from the seat, Dante mirrored her movement.

"Just be cautious of everything, you do not know who or what is on the enemies side." Alphonse warned. He knew this was a dangerous path forced upon Angela but she was in good hands after all. They left the room without another word. They walked through the empty white hallways in silence. Angela hadn't said anything yet, she was deep in thought but Dante had a feeling of what she was planning.

Angela took a deep breath feeling Dante's eyes on her, "I want to get to his mansion as soon as possible, tonight if we can."

"Don't girls need their beauty sleep first?" It had been a very long night and it was probably early morning by now.

"Dante," Angela began to say. It was incredible to her how easy it was to talk to him about what she thought, his nonjudgmental personality made her feel at ease, "I don't want to think about her, I need to be distracted or I'll collapse, I feel so frail." She admitted.

"Well you seem set, we can leave right now then." He could see she wanted to get away from this but running away from the pain never helped anyone as he knew for a fact.

They continued to walk down the hallway when they finally met up with Morrison who had anger but most of all sadness plastered on his face.

"Angela-" Morrison was about to give her his condolences but she interrupted him by putting her hand up in as a gesture to let her speak first.

"Morrison now is not the time, I need a favor."

Morrison was stunned by Angela's reaction and the determination she seemed to carry, even Dante looked different, more alert and awake than usual. "What do you need?"

"I need you to stay here and take care of all the paperwork involving my mothe…her. Could you do that for me?" Morrison noticed the urgency in her tone and wondered.

"Why, where are you two going?" He looked at her then Dante.

"There is no time to explain, can you do this?"

"Of course."

"We won't be gone long and don't worry." She smiled lightly and continued to walk down the hallway and towards the exit with Dante following close behind.

"I'm counting on you Dante." Morrison grumbled to himself as he went to the front desk to ask for the paperwork.

"Won't Lady be mad about her bike?" Angela knew they would have to borrow Lady's bike for a longer period of time considering there was no other vehicle they could use at the current moment but she was afraid of Lady and cringed at the memory of Lady glaring at her when they first me.

"It's not anything I'm not use to." Dante on the contrary, was use to the insults and demands. He didn't like them but he was use to them.

"I'll drive this time, after all you don't know where the mansion is."

"While that's true I don't think I could hold on to you for support 'cause your wings are in the way."

"Your right," Angela thought, "I'll just guide you then." She grabbed a hold of the helmet and put it on, Dante was already waiting for her seated on the bike. She got on but was hesitant to grab a hold of him. Last time was the urgency to find her home but now she had time to think that she was going to hold onto him.

Hesitantly and slowly she wrapped her arms around Dante's waist, he could feel her arms shiver and softly grab on to him, he smirked slightly at her innocence. "Hold on tight." He inserted the keys and turned on the bike, as it hummed to life he tested the throttle still holding on to the front breaks. He turned the bike and speeded out of the lot, Angela was holding on tighter to Dante. "We'll be there in no time," he smiled again.

They speeded on the freeway, not many cars around at these early hours of the morning. "Just keep on this lane for about half an hour or less since your driving this fast." We might get arrested…

They continued on that road for a while until Angela once again spoke to Dante of their directions, they were to begin by getting off the freeway and entering the next town which was a city more vastly in touch with nature being there a forest that you had to pass by to get to the town.

Dante heard a voice speak to him, "GIVE US THE GIRL!" The demonic voices raged. Off in the distance where the exit of the freeway was a group of demons assembled and waiting for them. Angela feeling Dante's posture change peered to the side and saw the mob. "Take one side of the handle." Angela stretched forward to grab the right handle while Dante took his gun out of his jacket pocket.

He began to fire many rounds towards the mob, killing many of them but there was still a large sum of them left and there was no way to go around that to get to the exit. "Angela we have to make our own way through that welcome wagon."

"What do you plan to do?" She said still struggling to hold onto the handle to keep it steady.

"Jump!" He urged. With that command she feared what would happen next, she let go of the handle and slid her leg to the other side bracing for a jump but as she did her wings reacted, they began to flap and she flew upwards.

Dante braced himself but before anything strapped Rebellion to his back, leaned to one side making the bike hit the pavement not before he rolled off the bike and onto the road. He watched as the bike slid until it reached the demons and he fired a single bullet, "jackpot," he murmured. The motorcycle exploded causing a rain of fire that consumed the demons.

Dante got up casually and dusted himself off, he walked over to the burning demons and put a bullet in every single one of them making sure they wouldn't be getting up. Angela watched from above but she was all to happy she was able to fly and leave unscathed but of course she owed her thanks to Dante's brilliant move.

She fluttered down slowly trying not to repeat previous attempts of landing failure until she landed next to Dante. She couldn't help but turn back to look at the now dying flames.

"Something on your mind?" Dante asked, he walked forward as if nothing had happened, his hands in his pockets.

"Lady's definitely going to be furious about this." Lady's glare reappeared in her mind, she'll probably charge Dante a hefty sum for her bike, nothing I can't cover though.

"Where to now?" He said as they continued to push into the forest.

"The rock trail is just up ahead and we continue to climb up, my father like I mentioned was very secluded." Angela said staring upwards to the large steep hill. Faintly visible through the trees was a house but from this angle you couldn't see it well.

After almost half an hour they reach the grand mansion. It was much larger than the Dumont estate where Angela resided at, the abandoned mansion stood four stories high and took up an immense amount of space on the flat hill.

Angela went for the doorbell but just as she was about to press it she stopped and smiled, "Who would still be here a month after he passed away?" She walked around for a while looking for something, Dante watched her. "There is a statue of a man upon a horse with a sword in his hand, under it is a spare key." She said while checking around. Dante looked around standing there and next to a bush a ways down was a statue. He walked down the trail to retrieve it, he picked up the statue and flipped it forward until it faced him, his expression furrowed as he looked at the statue.

"Oh great you found it." Angela said making her way towards Dante. She noticed his expression and then she looked at the statue, her eyes widened with surprise, "Sparda?" She remembered the statue in Capulet Park this was just a smaller version. As she looked at the expression of the man upon the horse and then looked at Dante, there was something familiar.

Angela was fixated on Dante and tried to connect the dots in her mind, was it really possible that Dante was the son of the legendary hero Sparda? As far as she knew Sparda wasn't a common name, it would be a highly unlikely coincidence that there was someone else with that name. But Sparda rid the world of demons nearly 2,000 years ago not to mention he supposedly founded Capulet City a long time ago as well. It all sounds rather impossible, then again demons were impossible just a week ago…

"The key's here." Dante said throwing the statue aside and handing Angela the key. She snapped out of thought and grabbed the key and quickly inserted it and opened the door. As expected the large halls were empty, no sign of life or cleanliness done to the place for a months time. Angela grimaced and took a deep breath.

"Alphonse said we would find answers in the library." She said as she walked on the marble floor. The furniture and the painting had been covered with white sheets and this once luminous house felt like a shadow. She continued to lead the way until they reached a set of mahogany doors.

Fear once again coursed through her making her hesitant to open the doors. "Dante what do you think we'll find?" She asked her voice quivering.

Dante smirked down to her and chuckled briefly, "The truth, what else? We'll deal with it no matter what it is." He reached for the handle, pulled it down and pushed the door forward. Indeed it was a huge library filled from top to bottom with books making any librarian wish to be here.

Angela walked along the room and it filled her with memories at the corner of the room near the large window emitting a large quantity of sunlight was a chair. That was the chair her father would sit in as he read to her as a child. The library was also his study room. Angela walked over to her father's desk to inspect what was on it.

It was flawlessly organized, no hint of documents on it, his favorite pen upon a table and a book. She flipped through the pages but it was empty but as she reached the final pages they were glued together but in between these pages there was a form of a key inside. Eventually after a couple of tries she forced the pages apart and the key dropped onto the floor.

Dante who had been inspecting the rest of the library came back to Angela as he heard a soft clatter onto the marble floor produced by the key.

"This key, I, I know what it opens." Angela picked it up and ran out of the room towards her father's old room. There next to his bed was an antique night table, old and barley hanging by it hinges. She dropped on her knees remembering underneath it at the center was a key hole. She inserted the key and twisted it, the lock gave in and clicked. She took the bottom of the table off and out fell a small book, a diary with a white cover and an intricate golden design on it.

Angela had recognized this diary, "he was writing in this for as long as I remember until the day he died even as I spoke with him he was writing, weakly, as I took the book from his dying hands I tried to read it but it was in Latin." She opened the book and she felt something strike her head.

"Angela if you are reading this it is because you have inherited my powers and I am no longer alive, you are a Dacelus but not just any Dacelai you are the guardian and leader of the race, what's left of these miserable beings.

This is the language of the Dacelai, being a Dacelai you can understand as well as speak this ancient form. I wrote in this diary using this way considering there are not many who know of this forgone lingual.

I didn't mean for this fate to befall you, I felt I have cursed you with this but it had to be done, if I had just simply died and not given my power to anyone… The remaining Dacelai have been sealed away in the deepest shallows of Hell I could find, by inheriting this power the seal over their prison remains strong and unbreakable. You have the power over the seal and a sole other but his power over it is a minority compared to yours, a descendant of Sparda." There goes that name again Angela thought.

"This diary was meant to guide you, anything and everything you could possibly question is in this book, forgive me for this fate, you deserved something better…"

Angela turned to look at Dante, their blue gazes meeting. Now this was truly surprising to Dante, Angela was the guardian and leader of the Dacelai, her very existence is a key. It was clear to him someone was after her for this reason, someone wanted to control them.

"They are being smart, hunting you while you are so frail." Dante said smirking as everything had become much clearer, he went to stand a few feet away from a grand window. "No control of your powers yet, but that's why I'm here to protect you and give them one hell of a time." Dante unhooked Rebellion from his holster and stood ready.

Angela felt an ice chill run through her sensing something dangerous near her once more. As the glowing light entered the room, as she saw the demon materialize from the fire-light her chill turned into a fiery rage.

"Once again we meet, descendants of traitors. This time will be just as unpleasant as the last." Siderea said as she looked down at the two.

"Well, I was counting on this to be an exciting reunion." Dante shrugged, "I always hope for the best, I hope my impression is better than last times, it should leave a permanent mark." Dante said bracing himself for a good fight.

A/N:

Yeah this update took me long enough and I am sorry about that, not nearly enough time to write anything, work has been really piled up and stuff.

Oh there is totally going to be a fight scene which I am excited to write about!

Hope this chapter answered some questions also!

Thank you so much for reading, reviewing, following and favoring! Till next update :)

-roseimagine