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Chapter 24 Dynes Braul with Nevia
Dyne stirred. He felt a cool breeze brush aross his face. He opened his eyes and saw that it was pitch dark. He sat up and rubbed the back of his head.
"Damn it. That hurt. . ." Dyne groaned as he slowly stood up. He was still in the park, but Nelo was nowhere to be found. "Guess I better go find dad." Dyne began stumbling in the direction Dante had gone. He felt lightheaded from being knocked out.
As Dyne headed down a narrow street, he heard the sound of flapping wings. He looked around.
"Caw!!"
Dyne looked up to see a few crows perched in a nearby tree. As he watched them, they took flight in the direction he was heading. He decided to follow them.
After a few moments, Dyne found himself in a large, circular street. There was a big sitting area in the middle of the street. There were two benches, two trees and a small fountain in the area. Dyne walked into the clearing and heard a number of crow caws.
He looked around and saw dozens of crows perched around the area. They were on the window ledges of nearby buildings, the two trees, and a few on the fountain.
"Woh. . .creepy. . ." He mumbled as he came next to the fountain. "Ah, water." Dyne bent over the fountain, cupped his hands and began drinking from it.
Nevia sat in the shadows of a street. She watched the young man drinking from the fountain. He had his black and white hair slicked back and was wearing a red trenchcoat. He had on the Cerbis gauntlet and a large sword that she could see.
"There's that bastard." She thought. She slowly walked from the shadows and toward the boy. He obviously saw her, because he stopped drinking and looked up at her.
"You again? What, you still mad about your stupid birds? Get off my back. I ain't in the mood. Too damn hungry." Dyne said grumpily.
Nevia reached into a small side pouch on her hip. Dyne watched her, thinking she was going for a weapon. She pulled her hand out to reveil a few large slices of jerky. She waved them in front of her to show them to Dyne. She then threw them toward him. He grabbed them greedily and smelled them. Knowing they were safe, he began stuffing them into his mouth. After he finished them, he looked back up at Nevia.
"Thanks. . ."
Nevia scoffed in reply. "Your welcome. I just want you to be better fit to fight with. Nelo obviously didn't do his job. What can I say though? Demitri sucks at summoning right now."
Dyne smirked. "So, I'm supposing we aren't going to be friends, huh?"
"I guess you could say that." Nevia said, smirking.
"What's up with you demons? You guys just love trying to kill us Spardas."
"It's not that. You start it. Am I right, Dyne?"
Dyne shrugged. "Okay, she has a point." He thought.
Nevia put out her hand and a long sword appeared in it. She grabbed the handle and pointed it in his direction.
"Nothing too personal. Just my job." Nevia said as she prepared to attack.
Dyne just stood there. "Aw, you wanna play? Okay, let's play."
Nevia ran at Dyne, her sword tucked close to herself. Right as she came in for a slash, Dyne dodged to the left. Instead of slashing forward though, she swung the sword to the left. Dyne moved, feeling a light breeze blow across his neck. He jumped to her side and came in for a stab. Nevia slashed his gauntlet as he did so. She jabbed forward, but was also blocked. Dyne dodged yet another quick jab. He wound up behind her. He went in for a side slash. As the arm blade came at her, she suddenly disappeared. Dyne stood waiting to see if she'd show up again.
"Dumbass." Dyne heard from behind him. Before he could completely turn around, Nevia jumped a little and kicked him twice, then spun around and kicked him in the jaw, sending him flying into the nearby fountain. The fountain crumbled under the blow. Dyne layed there for a second as water sprayed him. He stood up, his head soaked.
"Damn. For a girl, you're pretty good." He said, wiping his face. "Aw man, you got my hair all wet."
"And is that all you care about?" Nevia scoffed.
Dyne started shaking his head. Water sprayed around him. He shook until it was mostly dry. When he stopped, his hair was messy and no longer slicked back. He brushed though it and neatened it. Instead of being slicked back, it was now down in his face. He brushed some of it over to the side and out of his eyes.
"Hum, you look cuter like that." Nevia teased. She brought up her sword.
"God, come on, bitch. Can't you cut me a little slack?"
Nevia growled a little. "Don't call me a bitch!"
"Okay, you AND your mamma are bitches. That better?"
Nevia growled again. She swung her sword in front of her and brought it behind her. She swung forward and let the sword go. It flew toward him like a boomerang. He jumped onto it and down toward her. Instead of acually hitting her, he tucked his arm and charged her with his shoulder. She stumbled back, then he ran forward. He jabbed at her, slicing cleanly into her arm. It was just a scrap. She got away from him via teleport and appared on a rooftop.
"I'm not gonna take it easy on you anymore." She said, holding her arm.
"Yeah? Then come on down."
Nevia held up the sword. An odd blue aura shone around her. Pale, blue smoke came from the ground and concealed her from view. When the smoke cleared, Nevia was wearing an odd, spikey suit of armor that resembled a less bulky Nelo's. Her sword seemed to have grown and there was an evil glint in her eye.
"So what? Big deal, you got some snazzy armor! Oh, I'm pissing myself." Dyne cried sarcasticlly. He had a big smirk on his face.
"Yeah, laugh now, asswipe. I'm Nevia Yukin, the new commander of the demon army. I'm about to shove this sword up your ass. Do you think that would feel very good?"
Dyne winced a little at the thought of having a six-foot sword rammed up his ass. He then smirked.
"Stop smirking, jackass!" Nevia yelled. She wouldn't admit it, but his cocky little smirks made her feel somewhat weaker.
"I just like to do it 'cause I know damn well it pisses you off to no end."
Nevia growled and jumped down at Dyne. Dyne knew better than to stand there, so he jumped away. She was much quicker now and dodged all of his blows. She nearly got him every time. Dyne jumped away from her.
"What's wrong? You not in as good a mood to fight anymore?" Nevia teased, running at him.
Dyne blocked her on coming attack. She hit him with so much force, that he slid into a nearby wall. He was now backed up, trapped. Nevia grabbed his arm and pinned him. She brought her face close to his.
"Dumbass. You just can't fight."
"Sure I can. Just not when it's against a crazed, PMS'ed, phycotic sucubi from the great depths of hell." Dyne said smirking.
Nevia pressed her sword hilt into Dynes throat. "I wish I didn't have to kill you." Nevia said, staring into Dynes, icy eyes.
"Why's that?"
"'Cause you're kind of cute. It's such a waste to have to kill you."
"Gee, I'm flattered. . ." Dyne groaned sarcasticlly. "Great thing to tell a guy right before you kill him."
A smirk to match the one Dyne was wearing crossed Nevia's face. "Well, might as well get this over with, huh?"
"Go on, do what ya gotta do. . ." Dyne coaxed calmly. He couldn't fight back.
Nevia brought back the sword. She seemed a little hesatant.
"What's wrong? Just do it."
Nevia closed her eyes. Dyne could see that she didn't really want to kill him. She was just about to hit him, when a blade suddenly protruded from her chest. Her eyes widened and she turned around. A black haired youngster was standing there. There was a light haired
"Tye, great timing." Dyne groaned.
Nevia pushed the sword out of her chest. It fell to the ground behind her. "Bastard. . .I'll get you for that. . ." She groaned.
Tye tried to make a run for his weapon, but Nevia was too fast for him. She kicked him as he ran past her. He flew into Saia, who was sent flying as well. As Tye tried to get back up, Nevia was suddenly right there. She picked him up by the throat with great ease. He grabbed her arm.
"Let him go, damn it!" Dyne yelled. He ran at Nevia. Noone fucked with his brother. Nevia threw Tye into a wall, head first. He was rendered unconscious. Saia wasn't much of a threat either. She had been knocked into a bench and had passed out from the force of Tyes weight.
"Alright, back to us." Nevia said, turning her attention back to Dyne.
"Fuckin' bitch!" Dyne yelled. He picked up Tye's sword.
Nevia coaxed him toward her. Dyne growled and ran at her yelling. She jumped away and slashed at him. Dyne seemed in a mad killing spree. He only had one thing on his mind: killing her.
"You should calm down. It isn't good to fight with nothing but anger behind your strikes. You'll never win." Nevia warned.
Dyne obviously didn't care. He was into another blood lust. He bounced off a wall and came flying at Nevia. Right as she went to block, she saw that he went Devil Trigger.
"Shit! I forgot he could do that!" She thought as she changed her mind about blocking and dodged instead. Dyne slammed into the ground, upheaving grass and dirt with the landing. He turned and stared at her. His hair had turned a bluish tent and his eyes glowed red. Nevia felt a tinge of fear run up her spine at the site of the Dynes devil form.
She calmed herself and smirked. "So? What's the big deal?" She reassured herself. She cooly held her sword out to taunt Dyne. Dyne ran at her quicker than ever. He came in for a stab attack. Nevia jumped up and landed on his arm. She kicked him in the face and jumped from his arm. The kick didn't even seem to phase him. He ran at her again.
"I better pull out the heavy artillary." Nevia thought. Just as Dyne approached her, she went into a devil trigger state of her own. A purple aura shone around her. Before Dyne could do stop his attack, she moved elegently to the side and grabbed Dyne by the neck. She then threw him into a wall with so much force that the wall crumbled where he hit.
Nevia laughed and held her sword like a dart. She threw it toward him. The sword flew perfectly and stabbed into his chest.
Dyne groaned as the sword went through him and half of the blade went into the wall. He grabbed at it out of pain. His devil trigger vanished and he was back to normal. He groaned a little more as his arms dropped from the sword. His head fell onto his chest. He stood limply, and still, pinned to the wall by the sword.
"Well, that was easier than I thought it would be. . ." Nevia thought. She felt kind of bad about having to kill him. "He was kind of handsome. . ." She let her devil trigger fade, but left the armor on. She slowly turned and began to leave.
"Nev. . .ia. . ."
Nevia turned to see Dyne moving a little. His hand twitched a little and his head shot up. He stared at Nevia with his cold eyes. "I'm not dead yet. You'll have to a HELL of a lot better than that to kill me!!"
His arms shot up to the sword. He pulled until it started moving. It slowly slid from his body. He pulled it completely out and held onto it, blood glimished on the blade. His breath was a bit heavy and he heaved. He stared at her again and smirked.
Nevia watched him with a look of surprise.
"What? Thought that was all it took? Nuh, uh sweety." Dyne scolded.
"Humph, 'sweety?' I guess I was too easy on you. . ."
"Can it with that shit. Trying to tell yourself you're better doesn't work. So, you can kiss your ass goodbye now, 'cause I'm about to chop it AND the rest of your body into pieces!" He laughed, throwing the sword back to Nevia.
Nevia wasn't sure what to think. Either this guy was superiorly strong to her, or he was a complete dumbass fuck.
She smirked and held up her sword. Alright, lets keep at it then."
"I'm for that."
Nevia was about to run at Dyne, when a voice cracked into her head.
"NEVIA!!"
Nevia stopped. "What is it, master?" She growled. Dyne stopped, wondering who she was talking to.
"Nevia, stop this fight. I need you back here, NOW!" The voice yelled.
"But master! I just started fighting! Demitri told me to kill him!" Nevia protested.
"Oh, so Demi told you to kill me, huh?" Dyne growled.
"I don't care what Demitri told you. Get back. That boy will kill you if you don't. That I can promise you."
"Are you questioning my abilities?" Nevia growled.
"Just do what I tell you. . ." The voice commanded.
Nevia let out one last growl, then sighed. She brought her sword to her mouth and licked some of Dynes blood from it.
"Well, seems like I can't keep fighting. I have other, more pressing matters. Sorry to disappoint you."
"Oh, come on. Can't you play a little longer?" Dyne coaxed.
"No. I'd rather have my master spare my life than possibly dye fighting you. As much as I'd just love to stay and give you so much pleasure. . ."
"Yeah, yeah. I get the point." Dyne groaned. "Just go on before I decide to kill you where you stand."
"Don't worry." Nevia reassured him. "We'll get the chance to fight again. That's a promise."
Dyne smirked as he watched her jump onto a rooftop and out of sight.
"Woh, that girls a little spitfire!" Dyne yelped, rubbing his chest.
"No she isn't. She's a cruel bitch. . ." Someone said weakly.
Dyne turned to see Tye slowly getting up. "Hey, what do ya know? The little coward decided to show his face. I didn't think you'd show up."
"Yeah, I kept you from getting killed though. Didn't I?" Tye said, walking to where Saia was laying unconscious.
"You brought your girlfriend along? Good job, I'm sure she'll stay alive for quite sometime if you keep that up." Dyne groaned sarcastically.
"Shut up. She wanted to help."
"Doesn't mean you had to let her."
Tye was holding Saia in his arms. She was beginning to wake up.
"So, now what are you gonna do?" Tye asked.
* * * * * *
Nevia was holding her chest. She walked down a darkened corridor of the building that Demitri and her had met in earlier. She came to a large, wooden door. As she opened it, she heard someone inside.
"You STILL haven't killed Dante?!" One voice yelled.
"No sir. He beat me again." Demitris voice groaned.
Nevia opened the door all the way to see her master and Demitri. Demitri had fresh wounds all over his body. His face was completely bloody, along with most of the rest of his body.
"Got another wooping, Demi?" Nevia laughed.
Her master growled and looked at her. "You know, if Demitri would train harder, we wouldn't have this problem now."
"What do you mean, master?" Demi groaned.
Their master snapped his covered face back toward Demitri. "The only reason I took you in is because I knew you had the power to summon demons who have died. You better earn your keep. I'll kill you myself if you don't learn to summon better demons."
"I summoned Nelo Angelo! That's a 'better' demon!" Demi argued.
"Did he obey you?"
"Well. . .no. . ."
The master began pacing. His cloak swayed as he walked. "I want you to be able to bring back Mundus."
"Sir, I can't. I'd die trying. It wouldn't even be complete. I'm not ready to summon that kind of power yet." Demitri was desperate to make excuses. "I called Phantom with no troubles! He obeyed every-"
"Demitri, shut up!" Master yelled. "I'm tired of your excuses!"
Demi calmed down and sighed. "I'm sorry, sir."
The master sat down in a large chair in the middle of the room. "Nevia, Demitri?"
"Sir?" They said together.
"I want you two to rest. When you're healed, I want you to go and fight again. Demitri, you take care of Dante. Nevia, Take care of his brat children. Understand."
Demitri nodded and bowed. "Yes, sir."
Nevia smirked. "No problem."
The two went off to their sleeping chamber. Demitri layed down on his bed. Nevia sat on her's. A crow flew through one of the room windows and landed on her bedpost.
"Better get some sleep. It's 11." Demi commanded.
"Yeah, yeah."
Nevia plopped her head down onto her pillow. She stared at the crow. It made her feel at ease. She closed her eyes.
"That boy. . ." She whispered.
"What?" Dyne groaned. "What, you like that maniac Dyne?"
Nevia smiled to herself. "I guess you could say that."
"Ew. Well, don't get too fond of him. Don't forget that you have to kill him."
Nevia's smile faded. "I know. . ."
Nevia, exausted, fell into a deep slumber, thinking of the young Sparda boy.
That's Chapter 24. (My longest yet!) I won't have the next one until next week or so. Sorry. It should be kind of long and I'll probably have a lot to do during the week. Do give me reviews on this chapter though. I'd really appreciate them. (Really, I mean it. *Pulls out Sparda.* Give me reviews or I'm gonna be doing some major ass kicking with this bitch!!)
Chapter 24 Dynes Braul with Nevia
Dyne stirred. He felt a cool breeze brush aross his face. He opened his eyes and saw that it was pitch dark. He sat up and rubbed the back of his head.
"Damn it. That hurt. . ." Dyne groaned as he slowly stood up. He was still in the park, but Nelo was nowhere to be found. "Guess I better go find dad." Dyne began stumbling in the direction Dante had gone. He felt lightheaded from being knocked out.
As Dyne headed down a narrow street, he heard the sound of flapping wings. He looked around.
"Caw!!"
Dyne looked up to see a few crows perched in a nearby tree. As he watched them, they took flight in the direction he was heading. He decided to follow them.
After a few moments, Dyne found himself in a large, circular street. There was a big sitting area in the middle of the street. There were two benches, two trees and a small fountain in the area. Dyne walked into the clearing and heard a number of crow caws.
He looked around and saw dozens of crows perched around the area. They were on the window ledges of nearby buildings, the two trees, and a few on the fountain.
"Woh. . .creepy. . ." He mumbled as he came next to the fountain. "Ah, water." Dyne bent over the fountain, cupped his hands and began drinking from it.
Nevia sat in the shadows of a street. She watched the young man drinking from the fountain. He had his black and white hair slicked back and was wearing a red trenchcoat. He had on the Cerbis gauntlet and a large sword that she could see.
"There's that bastard." She thought. She slowly walked from the shadows and toward the boy. He obviously saw her, because he stopped drinking and looked up at her.
"You again? What, you still mad about your stupid birds? Get off my back. I ain't in the mood. Too damn hungry." Dyne said grumpily.
Nevia reached into a small side pouch on her hip. Dyne watched her, thinking she was going for a weapon. She pulled her hand out to reveil a few large slices of jerky. She waved them in front of her to show them to Dyne. She then threw them toward him. He grabbed them greedily and smelled them. Knowing they were safe, he began stuffing them into his mouth. After he finished them, he looked back up at Nevia.
"Thanks. . ."
Nevia scoffed in reply. "Your welcome. I just want you to be better fit to fight with. Nelo obviously didn't do his job. What can I say though? Demitri sucks at summoning right now."
Dyne smirked. "So, I'm supposing we aren't going to be friends, huh?"
"I guess you could say that." Nevia said, smirking.
"What's up with you demons? You guys just love trying to kill us Spardas."
"It's not that. You start it. Am I right, Dyne?"
Dyne shrugged. "Okay, she has a point." He thought.
Nevia put out her hand and a long sword appeared in it. She grabbed the handle and pointed it in his direction.
"Nothing too personal. Just my job." Nevia said as she prepared to attack.
Dyne just stood there. "Aw, you wanna play? Okay, let's play."
Nevia ran at Dyne, her sword tucked close to herself. Right as she came in for a slash, Dyne dodged to the left. Instead of slashing forward though, she swung the sword to the left. Dyne moved, feeling a light breeze blow across his neck. He jumped to her side and came in for a stab. Nevia slashed his gauntlet as he did so. She jabbed forward, but was also blocked. Dyne dodged yet another quick jab. He wound up behind her. He went in for a side slash. As the arm blade came at her, she suddenly disappeared. Dyne stood waiting to see if she'd show up again.
"Dumbass." Dyne heard from behind him. Before he could completely turn around, Nevia jumped a little and kicked him twice, then spun around and kicked him in the jaw, sending him flying into the nearby fountain. The fountain crumbled under the blow. Dyne layed there for a second as water sprayed him. He stood up, his head soaked.
"Damn. For a girl, you're pretty good." He said, wiping his face. "Aw man, you got my hair all wet."
"And is that all you care about?" Nevia scoffed.
Dyne started shaking his head. Water sprayed around him. He shook until it was mostly dry. When he stopped, his hair was messy and no longer slicked back. He brushed though it and neatened it. Instead of being slicked back, it was now down in his face. He brushed some of it over to the side and out of his eyes.
"Hum, you look cuter like that." Nevia teased. She brought up her sword.
"God, come on, bitch. Can't you cut me a little slack?"
Nevia growled a little. "Don't call me a bitch!"
"Okay, you AND your mamma are bitches. That better?"
Nevia growled again. She swung her sword in front of her and brought it behind her. She swung forward and let the sword go. It flew toward him like a boomerang. He jumped onto it and down toward her. Instead of acually hitting her, he tucked his arm and charged her with his shoulder. She stumbled back, then he ran forward. He jabbed at her, slicing cleanly into her arm. It was just a scrap. She got away from him via teleport and appared on a rooftop.
"I'm not gonna take it easy on you anymore." She said, holding her arm.
"Yeah? Then come on down."
Nevia held up the sword. An odd blue aura shone around her. Pale, blue smoke came from the ground and concealed her from view. When the smoke cleared, Nevia was wearing an odd, spikey suit of armor that resembled a less bulky Nelo's. Her sword seemed to have grown and there was an evil glint in her eye.
"So what? Big deal, you got some snazzy armor! Oh, I'm pissing myself." Dyne cried sarcasticlly. He had a big smirk on his face.
"Yeah, laugh now, asswipe. I'm Nevia Yukin, the new commander of the demon army. I'm about to shove this sword up your ass. Do you think that would feel very good?"
Dyne winced a little at the thought of having a six-foot sword rammed up his ass. He then smirked.
"Stop smirking, jackass!" Nevia yelled. She wouldn't admit it, but his cocky little smirks made her feel somewhat weaker.
"I just like to do it 'cause I know damn well it pisses you off to no end."
Nevia growled and jumped down at Dyne. Dyne knew better than to stand there, so he jumped away. She was much quicker now and dodged all of his blows. She nearly got him every time. Dyne jumped away from her.
"What's wrong? You not in as good a mood to fight anymore?" Nevia teased, running at him.
Dyne blocked her on coming attack. She hit him with so much force, that he slid into a nearby wall. He was now backed up, trapped. Nevia grabbed his arm and pinned him. She brought her face close to his.
"Dumbass. You just can't fight."
"Sure I can. Just not when it's against a crazed, PMS'ed, phycotic sucubi from the great depths of hell." Dyne said smirking.
Nevia pressed her sword hilt into Dynes throat. "I wish I didn't have to kill you." Nevia said, staring into Dynes, icy eyes.
"Why's that?"
"'Cause you're kind of cute. It's such a waste to have to kill you."
"Gee, I'm flattered. . ." Dyne groaned sarcasticlly. "Great thing to tell a guy right before you kill him."
A smirk to match the one Dyne was wearing crossed Nevia's face. "Well, might as well get this over with, huh?"
"Go on, do what ya gotta do. . ." Dyne coaxed calmly. He couldn't fight back.
Nevia brought back the sword. She seemed a little hesatant.
"What's wrong? Just do it."
Nevia closed her eyes. Dyne could see that she didn't really want to kill him. She was just about to hit him, when a blade suddenly protruded from her chest. Her eyes widened and she turned around. A black haired youngster was standing there. There was a light haired
"Tye, great timing." Dyne groaned.
Nevia pushed the sword out of her chest. It fell to the ground behind her. "Bastard. . .I'll get you for that. . ." She groaned.
Tye tried to make a run for his weapon, but Nevia was too fast for him. She kicked him as he ran past her. He flew into Saia, who was sent flying as well. As Tye tried to get back up, Nevia was suddenly right there. She picked him up by the throat with great ease. He grabbed her arm.
"Let him go, damn it!" Dyne yelled. He ran at Nevia. Noone fucked with his brother. Nevia threw Tye into a wall, head first. He was rendered unconscious. Saia wasn't much of a threat either. She had been knocked into a bench and had passed out from the force of Tyes weight.
"Alright, back to us." Nevia said, turning her attention back to Dyne.
"Fuckin' bitch!" Dyne yelled. He picked up Tye's sword.
Nevia coaxed him toward her. Dyne growled and ran at her yelling. She jumped away and slashed at him. Dyne seemed in a mad killing spree. He only had one thing on his mind: killing her.
"You should calm down. It isn't good to fight with nothing but anger behind your strikes. You'll never win." Nevia warned.
Dyne obviously didn't care. He was into another blood lust. He bounced off a wall and came flying at Nevia. Right as she went to block, she saw that he went Devil Trigger.
"Shit! I forgot he could do that!" She thought as she changed her mind about blocking and dodged instead. Dyne slammed into the ground, upheaving grass and dirt with the landing. He turned and stared at her. His hair had turned a bluish tent and his eyes glowed red. Nevia felt a tinge of fear run up her spine at the site of the Dynes devil form.
She calmed herself and smirked. "So? What's the big deal?" She reassured herself. She cooly held her sword out to taunt Dyne. Dyne ran at her quicker than ever. He came in for a stab attack. Nevia jumped up and landed on his arm. She kicked him in the face and jumped from his arm. The kick didn't even seem to phase him. He ran at her again.
"I better pull out the heavy artillary." Nevia thought. Just as Dyne approached her, she went into a devil trigger state of her own. A purple aura shone around her. Before Dyne could do stop his attack, she moved elegently to the side and grabbed Dyne by the neck. She then threw him into a wall with so much force that the wall crumbled where he hit.
Nevia laughed and held her sword like a dart. She threw it toward him. The sword flew perfectly and stabbed into his chest.
Dyne groaned as the sword went through him and half of the blade went into the wall. He grabbed at it out of pain. His devil trigger vanished and he was back to normal. He groaned a little more as his arms dropped from the sword. His head fell onto his chest. He stood limply, and still, pinned to the wall by the sword.
"Well, that was easier than I thought it would be. . ." Nevia thought. She felt kind of bad about having to kill him. "He was kind of handsome. . ." She let her devil trigger fade, but left the armor on. She slowly turned and began to leave.
"Nev. . .ia. . ."
Nevia turned to see Dyne moving a little. His hand twitched a little and his head shot up. He stared at Nevia with his cold eyes. "I'm not dead yet. You'll have to a HELL of a lot better than that to kill me!!"
His arms shot up to the sword. He pulled until it started moving. It slowly slid from his body. He pulled it completely out and held onto it, blood glimished on the blade. His breath was a bit heavy and he heaved. He stared at her again and smirked.
Nevia watched him with a look of surprise.
"What? Thought that was all it took? Nuh, uh sweety." Dyne scolded.
"Humph, 'sweety?' I guess I was too easy on you. . ."
"Can it with that shit. Trying to tell yourself you're better doesn't work. So, you can kiss your ass goodbye now, 'cause I'm about to chop it AND the rest of your body into pieces!" He laughed, throwing the sword back to Nevia.
Nevia wasn't sure what to think. Either this guy was superiorly strong to her, or he was a complete dumbass fuck.
She smirked and held up her sword. Alright, lets keep at it then."
"I'm for that."
Nevia was about to run at Dyne, when a voice cracked into her head.
"NEVIA!!"
Nevia stopped. "What is it, master?" She growled. Dyne stopped, wondering who she was talking to.
"Nevia, stop this fight. I need you back here, NOW!" The voice yelled.
"But master! I just started fighting! Demitri told me to kill him!" Nevia protested.
"Oh, so Demi told you to kill me, huh?" Dyne growled.
"I don't care what Demitri told you. Get back. That boy will kill you if you don't. That I can promise you."
"Are you questioning my abilities?" Nevia growled.
"Just do what I tell you. . ." The voice commanded.
Nevia let out one last growl, then sighed. She brought her sword to her mouth and licked some of Dynes blood from it.
"Well, seems like I can't keep fighting. I have other, more pressing matters. Sorry to disappoint you."
"Oh, come on. Can't you play a little longer?" Dyne coaxed.
"No. I'd rather have my master spare my life than possibly dye fighting you. As much as I'd just love to stay and give you so much pleasure. . ."
"Yeah, yeah. I get the point." Dyne groaned. "Just go on before I decide to kill you where you stand."
"Don't worry." Nevia reassured him. "We'll get the chance to fight again. That's a promise."
Dyne smirked as he watched her jump onto a rooftop and out of sight.
"Woh, that girls a little spitfire!" Dyne yelped, rubbing his chest.
"No she isn't. She's a cruel bitch. . ." Someone said weakly.
Dyne turned to see Tye slowly getting up. "Hey, what do ya know? The little coward decided to show his face. I didn't think you'd show up."
"Yeah, I kept you from getting killed though. Didn't I?" Tye said, walking to where Saia was laying unconscious.
"You brought your girlfriend along? Good job, I'm sure she'll stay alive for quite sometime if you keep that up." Dyne groaned sarcastically.
"Shut up. She wanted to help."
"Doesn't mean you had to let her."
Tye was holding Saia in his arms. She was beginning to wake up.
"So, now what are you gonna do?" Tye asked.
* * * * * *
Nevia was holding her chest. She walked down a darkened corridor of the building that Demitri and her had met in earlier. She came to a large, wooden door. As she opened it, she heard someone inside.
"You STILL haven't killed Dante?!" One voice yelled.
"No sir. He beat me again." Demitris voice groaned.
Nevia opened the door all the way to see her master and Demitri. Demitri had fresh wounds all over his body. His face was completely bloody, along with most of the rest of his body.
"Got another wooping, Demi?" Nevia laughed.
Her master growled and looked at her. "You know, if Demitri would train harder, we wouldn't have this problem now."
"What do you mean, master?" Demi groaned.
Their master snapped his covered face back toward Demitri. "The only reason I took you in is because I knew you had the power to summon demons who have died. You better earn your keep. I'll kill you myself if you don't learn to summon better demons."
"I summoned Nelo Angelo! That's a 'better' demon!" Demi argued.
"Did he obey you?"
"Well. . .no. . ."
The master began pacing. His cloak swayed as he walked. "I want you to be able to bring back Mundus."
"Sir, I can't. I'd die trying. It wouldn't even be complete. I'm not ready to summon that kind of power yet." Demitri was desperate to make excuses. "I called Phantom with no troubles! He obeyed every-"
"Demitri, shut up!" Master yelled. "I'm tired of your excuses!"
Demi calmed down and sighed. "I'm sorry, sir."
The master sat down in a large chair in the middle of the room. "Nevia, Demitri?"
"Sir?" They said together.
"I want you two to rest. When you're healed, I want you to go and fight again. Demitri, you take care of Dante. Nevia, Take care of his brat children. Understand."
Demitri nodded and bowed. "Yes, sir."
Nevia smirked. "No problem."
The two went off to their sleeping chamber. Demitri layed down on his bed. Nevia sat on her's. A crow flew through one of the room windows and landed on her bedpost.
"Better get some sleep. It's 11." Demi commanded.
"Yeah, yeah."
Nevia plopped her head down onto her pillow. She stared at the crow. It made her feel at ease. She closed her eyes.
"That boy. . ." She whispered.
"What?" Dyne groaned. "What, you like that maniac Dyne?"
Nevia smiled to herself. "I guess you could say that."
"Ew. Well, don't get too fond of him. Don't forget that you have to kill him."
Nevia's smile faded. "I know. . ."
Nevia, exausted, fell into a deep slumber, thinking of the young Sparda boy.
That's Chapter 24. (My longest yet!) I won't have the next one until next week or so. Sorry. It should be kind of long and I'll probably have a lot to do during the week. Do give me reviews on this chapter though. I'd really appreciate them. (Really, I mean it. *Pulls out Sparda.* Give me reviews or I'm gonna be doing some major ass kicking with this bitch!!)