Tempest Rain walked nonchalantly into the light, as the fierce blue
eyes of Dante Sparda threatened to pull him in.
Dante had had quiet a number of uninvited guests within the confines of Devil Never Cry subsequent to his victories over both Mundus and Argosax. They had included demons looking for trouble, other devil hunters looking to prove their skill, and even a few Cult Assassins. Both devil and human.
But none of them had given off the air of normalcy that he got form the young man walking toward him, there was nothing odd about him that Dante's devil sixth sense could pick up. Nothing that even Dante's experienced eye could distinguish as abnormal, well aside from his attire and coloring. Those were odd, he was wearing a black cloak of sorts, held closed by a silver clasp at the neck with a hood above and combat boots below. Nothing else of him could be seen of coarse with the cloak closed, but Dante could easily make out the lean frame beneath the flowing material and was pretty sure he was unarmed. The other deviation of coarse was the stormy eyes and hair of the youth, which were flowing and somber accordingly.
This fact of coarse did nothing to remove the edge from Dante or his voice as he spoke.
"What is it you want here Mr. Rain?"
The man did not reply immediately, but instead finished closing the gap between himself and the devil hunter. Then said in a voice that was a smooth tenor, filled with concern.
"Please call me Rain if you would? And I came here to warn you Mr. Sparda about a job I fear you will take."
This took Dante aback suddenly, because deep down this was the last thing he expected from the young man's mouth. He had thought it might have been a plea for help, or maybe-although unlikely from a kid-a challenge, but a warning hadn't been at the top of his list of possibilities. Especially one of a job he hadn't taken yet.
"What job would that be?" he asked curiously.
"One that will probably get you killed."
This got a raised eye brow from Dante, anyone knowing who he was didn't just throw death threats about lightly.
"A little while from now, a priest by the name of Father O'Neil will come looking for you. He has a shipment of Catholic Relics going on a ship owned by the church called the Saint Maria. Most of these relic are useless, but among them is a sword."
Rain had recognized Dante's question and answered, but for some reason stopping at that.
"So what's special about this sword?" Dante asked, taking what he assumed was simply dramatic bait.
But if the ending at the sword was bait and Dante bit, Rain simply did not draw the line, because he remained silent. In fact he was silent for so long that Dante finally spoke up.
"What's wrong kid. Something spook you."
Still he did not answer. Then Dante realized why, his eyes were completely white, no pupils whatsoever. Then a violent tremble took him, he fell in an explosion of twitches and other involuntary movements. At first the human part of Dante was ready to reach for the nearest phone and dial 911, but that didn't last long as his devil sense told him the kid was having a vision not a seizure.
So he calmly waited until the guy's convulsions stopped and he helped him back up to his feet.
"You have those often?" Dante asked, as Rain dusted himself off and patted himself down.
"Not really, just when I need em'."
This got another eye brow raise from Dante, but this time Rain didn't explain, instead he brought his hands up to the clasp around his neck and undid it quickly.
"I want that sword, not to mention a word with the Bishop Natas that is currently behind Father O'Neil. So please stay out of it Mr. Sparda."
As he spoke these words, Dante watched as his cloak fell to the ground, revealing a black tank and cargo pants of the same color. Not to mention, a frame that was lean, but well muscled and a katana belted at his side.
This was so much of a surprise that Dante was stunned, he didn't have any relationship to the guy, but he had heard the concern for him in the guy's voice and he was sure it was genuine. In his stunned state the only thing Dante found himself noticing was the sword, well actually its hilt. It was a woman on her knees in prayer, in front of an obelisk with her hands up in the traditional was with her facing away from the obelisk, her face was a mask of sadness and sorrow. All of this was depicted in white marble, in such detail that Dante could see tears streaming down the woman's face and the beauty that face held. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
To him it seemed as if an eternity passed as he watched the unchanging sorrow of the woman, and her strife. But it couldn't have been more than a few moments, because when he looked up again, Rain hadn't moved a muscle, well if one didn't count the look of surprise on his face.
"You see Its beauty don't you?" he asked Dante, barely above a whisper.
"Yes." Dante answered, all the emotion in him put into a single word.
"It is called Redemption Saint."
"Can I hold it?" he asked airily.
"No you can't you stupid fool." Rain growled and slapped Dante across the face.
This snapped Dante out of his trance in a hurry and brought him back with a hell of a temper.
"What the hell did you do that for?" he growled
"Because I could." Rain replied, as his face showed the first emotion Dante had seen out of him, mirth.
This again surprised Dante, but did not stop him as he brought the Sparda up from its place serving as a cane, just in time to block the Redemption Saint's strike.
"I didn't want to have to hurt you kid, but this isn't some game." Dante snapped coming up with a twirl and upward swing of the Sparda (the back of the sword), that would have knocked Rain stupid.
Would have, because a that moment Rain brought his left hand free of his hilt and looked as if he would try of catch the back of the Sparda, but instead seemed to become almost weightless as he used the sword's momentum to hit a handstand on the back edge.
Dante had a whole three seconds to realize this before the Saint caught him across the neck and head.
Wooohooo. I finished another chapter. Good for me. Thank you to everyone that review last chapter.
Dante had had quiet a number of uninvited guests within the confines of Devil Never Cry subsequent to his victories over both Mundus and Argosax. They had included demons looking for trouble, other devil hunters looking to prove their skill, and even a few Cult Assassins. Both devil and human.
But none of them had given off the air of normalcy that he got form the young man walking toward him, there was nothing odd about him that Dante's devil sixth sense could pick up. Nothing that even Dante's experienced eye could distinguish as abnormal, well aside from his attire and coloring. Those were odd, he was wearing a black cloak of sorts, held closed by a silver clasp at the neck with a hood above and combat boots below. Nothing else of him could be seen of coarse with the cloak closed, but Dante could easily make out the lean frame beneath the flowing material and was pretty sure he was unarmed. The other deviation of coarse was the stormy eyes and hair of the youth, which were flowing and somber accordingly.
This fact of coarse did nothing to remove the edge from Dante or his voice as he spoke.
"What is it you want here Mr. Rain?"
The man did not reply immediately, but instead finished closing the gap between himself and the devil hunter. Then said in a voice that was a smooth tenor, filled with concern.
"Please call me Rain if you would? And I came here to warn you Mr. Sparda about a job I fear you will take."
This took Dante aback suddenly, because deep down this was the last thing he expected from the young man's mouth. He had thought it might have been a plea for help, or maybe-although unlikely from a kid-a challenge, but a warning hadn't been at the top of his list of possibilities. Especially one of a job he hadn't taken yet.
"What job would that be?" he asked curiously.
"One that will probably get you killed."
This got a raised eye brow from Dante, anyone knowing who he was didn't just throw death threats about lightly.
"A little while from now, a priest by the name of Father O'Neil will come looking for you. He has a shipment of Catholic Relics going on a ship owned by the church called the Saint Maria. Most of these relic are useless, but among them is a sword."
Rain had recognized Dante's question and answered, but for some reason stopping at that.
"So what's special about this sword?" Dante asked, taking what he assumed was simply dramatic bait.
But if the ending at the sword was bait and Dante bit, Rain simply did not draw the line, because he remained silent. In fact he was silent for so long that Dante finally spoke up.
"What's wrong kid. Something spook you."
Still he did not answer. Then Dante realized why, his eyes were completely white, no pupils whatsoever. Then a violent tremble took him, he fell in an explosion of twitches and other involuntary movements. At first the human part of Dante was ready to reach for the nearest phone and dial 911, but that didn't last long as his devil sense told him the kid was having a vision not a seizure.
So he calmly waited until the guy's convulsions stopped and he helped him back up to his feet.
"You have those often?" Dante asked, as Rain dusted himself off and patted himself down.
"Not really, just when I need em'."
This got another eye brow raise from Dante, but this time Rain didn't explain, instead he brought his hands up to the clasp around his neck and undid it quickly.
"I want that sword, not to mention a word with the Bishop Natas that is currently behind Father O'Neil. So please stay out of it Mr. Sparda."
As he spoke these words, Dante watched as his cloak fell to the ground, revealing a black tank and cargo pants of the same color. Not to mention, a frame that was lean, but well muscled and a katana belted at his side.
This was so much of a surprise that Dante was stunned, he didn't have any relationship to the guy, but he had heard the concern for him in the guy's voice and he was sure it was genuine. In his stunned state the only thing Dante found himself noticing was the sword, well actually its hilt. It was a woman on her knees in prayer, in front of an obelisk with her hands up in the traditional was with her facing away from the obelisk, her face was a mask of sadness and sorrow. All of this was depicted in white marble, in such detail that Dante could see tears streaming down the woman's face and the beauty that face held. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
To him it seemed as if an eternity passed as he watched the unchanging sorrow of the woman, and her strife. But it couldn't have been more than a few moments, because when he looked up again, Rain hadn't moved a muscle, well if one didn't count the look of surprise on his face.
"You see Its beauty don't you?" he asked Dante, barely above a whisper.
"Yes." Dante answered, all the emotion in him put into a single word.
"It is called Redemption Saint."
"Can I hold it?" he asked airily.
"No you can't you stupid fool." Rain growled and slapped Dante across the face.
This snapped Dante out of his trance in a hurry and brought him back with a hell of a temper.
"What the hell did you do that for?" he growled
"Because I could." Rain replied, as his face showed the first emotion Dante had seen out of him, mirth.
This again surprised Dante, but did not stop him as he brought the Sparda up from its place serving as a cane, just in time to block the Redemption Saint's strike.
"I didn't want to have to hurt you kid, but this isn't some game." Dante snapped coming up with a twirl and upward swing of the Sparda (the back of the sword), that would have knocked Rain stupid.
Would have, because a that moment Rain brought his left hand free of his hilt and looked as if he would try of catch the back of the Sparda, but instead seemed to become almost weightless as he used the sword's momentum to hit a handstand on the back edge.
Dante had a whole three seconds to realize this before the Saint caught him across the neck and head.
Wooohooo. I finished another chapter. Good for me. Thank you to everyone that review last chapter.