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Chapter 6
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Virgil opened one of his eyes, just enough to take a look, and to give no indication that he was awake. He noticed that most of the tables and other equipment had been removed. He never realised how big this basement was before. It was HUGE, about the size of his back garden. People started to pour into the room, in brown cloaks with big floppy hoods. Someone brought a pedestal in to the room, and set it down about 3 foot in front of him. Looks like they were preparing the ceremony.
He could hear the echo's of chanting from the rooms above and it started to get louder. The two dark figures approached again. They talked in a low whisper.
"Did it work Sashen?" Said the man.
"Yes Davoren, he's on his way now."
"Is he armed?"
"Yes. But that shouldn't prove to be a major problem. We DO have his son, after all. Not to mention the amount of followers we have. We should be able to take care of him."
"How long before he gets here?"
"About half an hour, at the speed he's going."
"Excellent, this should prove most rewarding."
The two walked off. The people in brown cloaks were facing the pedestal, and luckily no one could see him. This was his chance to make his escape.
Virgil pulled at the manacles; they almost instantly tore off. But in doing so, he caught the attention of a few followers.
"QUICK! Get him! Don't let him get away!" He heard someone shout.
Virgil dashed up the stairs.
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Dante was running full pelt towards the destination on the map. He didn't have time for any stops, and didn't even notice the two figures following him. He could see the house in the distance.
Still running, the house was getting bigger and bigger. Dante stopped short when he noticed that there were over 200 people outside. If they WERE people that is. There was no way he could take on that many at once, he had to think of another solution.
Hiding amongst the trees, Dante looked for another entrance. There was only one he could see.
The chimney.
"One day I'm going to look back and laugh about this… maybe." He thought to himself as he jumped to the chimney, not even stirring the crowd below. He looked at the hole. It was going to be a tight fit.
"Ho ho ho." He said to himself sarcastically. And dropped down into the house.
Luckily for him, the fire wasn't burning, so he got out without incident. He dusted himself off.
"Hold it right there." Said Sashen.
Busted.
Dante slowly turned around, knowing the drill. There was a dark-hared beauty, holding a gun to his head.
"I wouldn't try anything, this is a 'special' gun. Even YOU wouldn't survive a head shot." She explained.
"I congratulate you on your effort missster Sparda." Said a voice behind him in the darkness. "I'm impressed that you managed to evade our little…. How would you say? Army?" He stepped into the light. It was Davoren. He looked as if his face had been dipped in acid. His face was all grey and pale. Flesh was hanging from his face, seeming to rot away every time he spoke.
He clicked his fingers, and two initiates came into the room.
"Take his weapons."
One of the initiates took Ebony and Ivory, the other took Alistor, but was surprised to find that the sword shocked him badly as soon as he touched it. He dropped it on the floor with a large CLANK.
"You people can't do anything right! Hold him." Davoren went up to Dante, the two initiates holding him by the arms. He picked up Alistor, and was surprised to find the sword had a nasty bite to it. He quickly threw it into the ground a few feet away. It became embedded in the floor.
"ARGH! What kind of trickery is this?!"
Dante only smirked.
"Fuck this. Shoot him. We have his son."
Sashen aimed the gun at his head, and pulled the trigger. At this time Virgil was rushing out of the basement, and collided with her, making her aim wide. The bullet struck Dante in the shoulder, sending him flying. He hit the floor a few feet away.
Virgil quickly got up, and was about to run when Davoren grabbed him by the arm. Virgil retaliated with his Trigger, but it seemed to do no damage. Davoren laughed.
"You cannot harm me, you puny little half-breed." He grabbed Virgil by the neck, and pinned him up against the wall.
Virgil was trying to free himself, but was unable to get out of the vice- like grip. He could see his father a few feet away, in a pool of his blood; he could also see Alistor just out of arms reach. He reached for it anyway.
"Hahaha, I wouldn't touch that if I were you. You might get a nasty surprise." He looked to Sashen. "Is the Sparda alive?"
"Yes, but unconscious."
"Good. First I want to make this one scream in pain, then we will do the ceremony."
Sashen dragged Dante away into the basement.
"And now for you . . ." Davoren opened up his mouth to reveal a long slimy tongue, and slowly brought it up to Virgil's face.
Virgil was desperately trying to get Alistor, then maybe he could defend himself from this thing. He reached out one more time, looking as the sword sparked to life as the tips of his finger touched it. He then grabbed the handle with his right hand. Virgil exploded in a display of blue arcs of electricity.
Virgil wasn't hurt at all by this, the Demon on the other hand reeled back in pain, dropping Virgil. Virgil landed on his feet, noticing that he wasn't 'Virgil' anymore. He had turned into the Alistor DT.
Davoren looked on in pain as he saw what Virgil had become. Virgil had a dark red aura like his fathers, and orange and blue arcs flowing through his body from his mother's side, and Alistor.
Davoren didn't like this. He was not amused.
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Told ya I would make this chapter longer! Did you enjoy?
Then GIVE ME A REVIEW! ^_^
And yes, I DID have a lot of coffee while writing this. :P
Let's get down to business.
Chapter 6
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Virgil opened one of his eyes, just enough to take a look, and to give no indication that he was awake. He noticed that most of the tables and other equipment had been removed. He never realised how big this basement was before. It was HUGE, about the size of his back garden. People started to pour into the room, in brown cloaks with big floppy hoods. Someone brought a pedestal in to the room, and set it down about 3 foot in front of him. Looks like they were preparing the ceremony.
He could hear the echo's of chanting from the rooms above and it started to get louder. The two dark figures approached again. They talked in a low whisper.
"Did it work Sashen?" Said the man.
"Yes Davoren, he's on his way now."
"Is he armed?"
"Yes. But that shouldn't prove to be a major problem. We DO have his son, after all. Not to mention the amount of followers we have. We should be able to take care of him."
"How long before he gets here?"
"About half an hour, at the speed he's going."
"Excellent, this should prove most rewarding."
The two walked off. The people in brown cloaks were facing the pedestal, and luckily no one could see him. This was his chance to make his escape.
Virgil pulled at the manacles; they almost instantly tore off. But in doing so, he caught the attention of a few followers.
"QUICK! Get him! Don't let him get away!" He heard someone shout.
Virgil dashed up the stairs.
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Dante was running full pelt towards the destination on the map. He didn't have time for any stops, and didn't even notice the two figures following him. He could see the house in the distance.
Still running, the house was getting bigger and bigger. Dante stopped short when he noticed that there were over 200 people outside. If they WERE people that is. There was no way he could take on that many at once, he had to think of another solution.
Hiding amongst the trees, Dante looked for another entrance. There was only one he could see.
The chimney.
"One day I'm going to look back and laugh about this… maybe." He thought to himself as he jumped to the chimney, not even stirring the crowd below. He looked at the hole. It was going to be a tight fit.
"Ho ho ho." He said to himself sarcastically. And dropped down into the house.
Luckily for him, the fire wasn't burning, so he got out without incident. He dusted himself off.
"Hold it right there." Said Sashen.
Busted.
Dante slowly turned around, knowing the drill. There was a dark-hared beauty, holding a gun to his head.
"I wouldn't try anything, this is a 'special' gun. Even YOU wouldn't survive a head shot." She explained.
"I congratulate you on your effort missster Sparda." Said a voice behind him in the darkness. "I'm impressed that you managed to evade our little…. How would you say? Army?" He stepped into the light. It was Davoren. He looked as if his face had been dipped in acid. His face was all grey and pale. Flesh was hanging from his face, seeming to rot away every time he spoke.
He clicked his fingers, and two initiates came into the room.
"Take his weapons."
One of the initiates took Ebony and Ivory, the other took Alistor, but was surprised to find that the sword shocked him badly as soon as he touched it. He dropped it on the floor with a large CLANK.
"You people can't do anything right! Hold him." Davoren went up to Dante, the two initiates holding him by the arms. He picked up Alistor, and was surprised to find the sword had a nasty bite to it. He quickly threw it into the ground a few feet away. It became embedded in the floor.
"ARGH! What kind of trickery is this?!"
Dante only smirked.
"Fuck this. Shoot him. We have his son."
Sashen aimed the gun at his head, and pulled the trigger. At this time Virgil was rushing out of the basement, and collided with her, making her aim wide. The bullet struck Dante in the shoulder, sending him flying. He hit the floor a few feet away.
Virgil quickly got up, and was about to run when Davoren grabbed him by the arm. Virgil retaliated with his Trigger, but it seemed to do no damage. Davoren laughed.
"You cannot harm me, you puny little half-breed." He grabbed Virgil by the neck, and pinned him up against the wall.
Virgil was trying to free himself, but was unable to get out of the vice- like grip. He could see his father a few feet away, in a pool of his blood; he could also see Alistor just out of arms reach. He reached for it anyway.
"Hahaha, I wouldn't touch that if I were you. You might get a nasty surprise." He looked to Sashen. "Is the Sparda alive?"
"Yes, but unconscious."
"Good. First I want to make this one scream in pain, then we will do the ceremony."
Sashen dragged Dante away into the basement.
"And now for you . . ." Davoren opened up his mouth to reveal a long slimy tongue, and slowly brought it up to Virgil's face.
Virgil was desperately trying to get Alistor, then maybe he could defend himself from this thing. He reached out one more time, looking as the sword sparked to life as the tips of his finger touched it. He then grabbed the handle with his right hand. Virgil exploded in a display of blue arcs of electricity.
Virgil wasn't hurt at all by this, the Demon on the other hand reeled back in pain, dropping Virgil. Virgil landed on his feet, noticing that he wasn't 'Virgil' anymore. He had turned into the Alistor DT.
Davoren looked on in pain as he saw what Virgil had become. Virgil had a dark red aura like his fathers, and orange and blue arcs flowing through his body from his mother's side, and Alistor.
Davoren didn't like this. He was not amused.
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Told ya I would make this chapter longer! Did you enjoy?
Then GIVE ME A REVIEW! ^_^
And yes, I DID have a lot of coffee while writing this. :P