"To your left!" Dante yelled to Trish, before firmly embedding Alastor into
the heart of a serpent.
"Damnit!" Trish spat, as she back flipped gracefully out of harm's way.
A snake the size of a car snapped its fangs at the empty air, wheeling around desperately to pursue its victim.
The Evangelical Church on Hobeis Ave was over run with deadly five-foot snakes. Long, means, and hideously distempered and discolored, they wielded not only poisonous fangs, but also scythes on the end of their tails.
Dante and Trish had no idea about the scythes until they had exploded from the ends of their tails and hissed.
"Dante, why did you have to leave your guns at home?" Trish wailed, before taking Sparda and hacked off a snakehead.
Dante laughed. "Like we'll need them."
Suddenly, a blade rushed forward, giving him a deep cut on his cheek.
He looked up. Towering above him was a large snake twice the size of the others, with poison dripping freely from its open mouth. The venom poured onto the flour, burning the carpets, but its eyes were completely shut. However, its rider was what surprised Dante the most. Delia was sitting calmly on its head, looking rather amused.
"Sleep now," She commanded, and the serpent she was riding opened its eyes, the fires of a sleeping hell burning in them.
The duo took one look and fell, over, never knowing what hit them.
~*~
Arkadi looked at the dozing couple on the floor, and gave Dante a kick for good measure. He didn't even wince. Arkadi smiled slightly to herself and watched as the severed snakes on the floor repaired themselves, and slithered to her side.
"We can't kill them just yet, so we'll just enlighten them a bit," Arkadi whispered softly to the larger of the snakes, who unwrapped itself from its scaled skin and showed itself as a handsome man.
"Of course my dear," he replied, kneeling low and kissing her hand softly.
Arkadi wrenched her hand away from him and walked over to Dante, and began to sing a story to him.
~*~
Dante stirred slightly in his sleep, and woke to realize he was soaking wet.
"Where are we?" Trish wondered.
They were standing on a very sodden beach, and a small village was standing off the coast, and the little huts were spurting small wisps of smoke.
A girl was screaming loudly as she was dragged her knees towards them by a tall, hulking man, twice her size and spluttering with rage. As they came closer, Dante and Trish could hear snatches of conversation.
"I have been sinned by your, you whorish tramp!!" He bellowed, as the girl cried out again.
"I was never committed to you!!" she screamed in reply, and was boldly belted in the face with a leather club.
"You are my PROPERTY!!" he snarled, and grasping her more firmly by the hand, threw her forward and unbuttoned his pants.
"Wait, STOP!!" she shrieked.
"It's time you learnt some respect!" he replied bitingly, and kneeled down.
~*~
Dante bolted out from his sleep to look at the kind face of a bishop.
"My dear boy, how ARE you doing?" he asked.
Dante blinked once and wondered if he had finally died and landed in hell. The weird hat and cloak were odd enough for him, but the bishop's expression was really starting to disturb him. It was peaceful and serene, yet there was something lingering behind it that signaled something foreboding and dangerous.
Dante got up uneasily and pushed the stranger out of the way as he staggered uneasily to his feet.
"Bloody hell." he murmured, and pushed his way out the door to find Trish.
~*~
Dodlin looked at Arkadi and smiled. Arkadi "humped" and turned away from her servant, trying not to break under his gaze.
Dodlin had been rather been "assigned" to her, and been working behind the scenes for her. She despised him, and he was a mystery to her.
"Did you do it?" she demanded to know.
"I've made sure that those two will know of our story." He informed. Arkadi sensed that he was indeed satisfied.
She relaxed her shoulders sighed as he extended his teeth and sunk the slowly into her shoulder. A few moments later, Arkadi was passive in his arms, where he carried her to his bed.
~*~
"I cannot believe this." Trish growled and slammed down the receiver.
"It's one thing to double cross us, but it's another completely to ditch our bill, hm Trish?" Dante asked, propping his feet atop his desk.
"No phone call from Delia, any money orders, checks, no NOTHING!" Trish steamed. She turned towards Dante, "And why are you so calm about this?"
Dante shrugged. He was oddly elated these past few days.
Trish twitched slightly.
"I'm going to sleep," he announced suddenly, and clambered out of his chair and into his room down the hall.
Trish, perplexed, followed after him.
"Dante, what-"
"Never mind Trish," Dante said irritably, waving her away.
"But-?
"Shut up, will you?" Dante was looking annoyed now, like he usually was when somebody was invading his privacy.
Trish turned on her heels and headed back to the main office of DNC, and flopped lazily into her chair.
The phone rang, and Trish reached for it; a now reflex.
"Devil Never Cry." Trish said placidly.
A sweet sounding voice greeted her, "Hello, are you the private investigators?"
"It is," Trish, replied, "Can I ask who's calling?"
"This is Lydia," she lowered her voice, "I'm in desperate need of your help. Please come to the Angel Grove Center tonight at 10:00pm."
"What type of help are you talking about?" Trish asked tensely, praying for once that it'd be a real job.
"The demonic kind," Lydia said, and hung up.
"Damnit!" Trish spat, as she back flipped gracefully out of harm's way.
A snake the size of a car snapped its fangs at the empty air, wheeling around desperately to pursue its victim.
The Evangelical Church on Hobeis Ave was over run with deadly five-foot snakes. Long, means, and hideously distempered and discolored, they wielded not only poisonous fangs, but also scythes on the end of their tails.
Dante and Trish had no idea about the scythes until they had exploded from the ends of their tails and hissed.
"Dante, why did you have to leave your guns at home?" Trish wailed, before taking Sparda and hacked off a snakehead.
Dante laughed. "Like we'll need them."
Suddenly, a blade rushed forward, giving him a deep cut on his cheek.
He looked up. Towering above him was a large snake twice the size of the others, with poison dripping freely from its open mouth. The venom poured onto the flour, burning the carpets, but its eyes were completely shut. However, its rider was what surprised Dante the most. Delia was sitting calmly on its head, looking rather amused.
"Sleep now," She commanded, and the serpent she was riding opened its eyes, the fires of a sleeping hell burning in them.
The duo took one look and fell, over, never knowing what hit them.
~*~
Arkadi looked at the dozing couple on the floor, and gave Dante a kick for good measure. He didn't even wince. Arkadi smiled slightly to herself and watched as the severed snakes on the floor repaired themselves, and slithered to her side.
"We can't kill them just yet, so we'll just enlighten them a bit," Arkadi whispered softly to the larger of the snakes, who unwrapped itself from its scaled skin and showed itself as a handsome man.
"Of course my dear," he replied, kneeling low and kissing her hand softly.
Arkadi wrenched her hand away from him and walked over to Dante, and began to sing a story to him.
~*~
Dante stirred slightly in his sleep, and woke to realize he was soaking wet.
"Where are we?" Trish wondered.
They were standing on a very sodden beach, and a small village was standing off the coast, and the little huts were spurting small wisps of smoke.
A girl was screaming loudly as she was dragged her knees towards them by a tall, hulking man, twice her size and spluttering with rage. As they came closer, Dante and Trish could hear snatches of conversation.
"I have been sinned by your, you whorish tramp!!" He bellowed, as the girl cried out again.
"I was never committed to you!!" she screamed in reply, and was boldly belted in the face with a leather club.
"You are my PROPERTY!!" he snarled, and grasping her more firmly by the hand, threw her forward and unbuttoned his pants.
"Wait, STOP!!" she shrieked.
"It's time you learnt some respect!" he replied bitingly, and kneeled down.
~*~
Dante bolted out from his sleep to look at the kind face of a bishop.
"My dear boy, how ARE you doing?" he asked.
Dante blinked once and wondered if he had finally died and landed in hell. The weird hat and cloak were odd enough for him, but the bishop's expression was really starting to disturb him. It was peaceful and serene, yet there was something lingering behind it that signaled something foreboding and dangerous.
Dante got up uneasily and pushed the stranger out of the way as he staggered uneasily to his feet.
"Bloody hell." he murmured, and pushed his way out the door to find Trish.
~*~
Dodlin looked at Arkadi and smiled. Arkadi "humped" and turned away from her servant, trying not to break under his gaze.
Dodlin had been rather been "assigned" to her, and been working behind the scenes for her. She despised him, and he was a mystery to her.
"Did you do it?" she demanded to know.
"I've made sure that those two will know of our story." He informed. Arkadi sensed that he was indeed satisfied.
She relaxed her shoulders sighed as he extended his teeth and sunk the slowly into her shoulder. A few moments later, Arkadi was passive in his arms, where he carried her to his bed.
~*~
"I cannot believe this." Trish growled and slammed down the receiver.
"It's one thing to double cross us, but it's another completely to ditch our bill, hm Trish?" Dante asked, propping his feet atop his desk.
"No phone call from Delia, any money orders, checks, no NOTHING!" Trish steamed. She turned towards Dante, "And why are you so calm about this?"
Dante shrugged. He was oddly elated these past few days.
Trish twitched slightly.
"I'm going to sleep," he announced suddenly, and clambered out of his chair and into his room down the hall.
Trish, perplexed, followed after him.
"Dante, what-"
"Never mind Trish," Dante said irritably, waving her away.
"But-?
"Shut up, will you?" Dante was looking annoyed now, like he usually was when somebody was invading his privacy.
Trish turned on her heels and headed back to the main office of DNC, and flopped lazily into her chair.
The phone rang, and Trish reached for it; a now reflex.
"Devil Never Cry." Trish said placidly.
A sweet sounding voice greeted her, "Hello, are you the private investigators?"
"It is," Trish, replied, "Can I ask who's calling?"
"This is Lydia," she lowered her voice, "I'm in desperate need of your help. Please come to the Angel Grove Center tonight at 10:00pm."
"What type of help are you talking about?" Trish asked tensely, praying for once that it'd be a real job.
"The demonic kind," Lydia said, and hung up.