Dante and Trish on a bad day: Part 3
(Introduction of Virginte: new character. DMC though is exclusively Capcoms treasure)
The plane looked worse than the one her and Dante hijacked out of Mallet. Shaking her head, she lowers her dark sunglasses, wondering if she could even drive the pile of shit. Whatever. It's not like she was going back to "Devil Never Cry." With that she mimicked to herself, hah, "Devil never cry" in a whiny annoying voice. Why Dante let her change the damn sign was strange enough already. "Devil May Cry" was even worse if not the same. What do devils have to do with crying anyway? Did we cry when we were born? Rolling her eyes she remembers her childhood. Yes, she had one. Vague and despondent but they were there. A lot of it was due to the fact that she wasn't really understanding the reasons behind the murders and the chaos. Being born bad had it's advantages. If you were good, hell, you'd think the ones who were bad were not even fit to be born or exist. Did that make sense?
Back at "Devil Never Cry", Dante stands there leaning against the doorframe, he hadn't moved an inch, not one, not even to chase down Trish. He did however beforehand grab his favorite happy demon faced mug and sipped from the remaining coffee inside. It was cold. Cold like the bed that was going to be in the following weeks, months, and so he stops counting and let his mind free. What the hell possessed Trish to walk out like that he couldn't fathom. She did it all the time. Always coming back with a tear in her eye and crying how much she misses him and wanted to make it up by doing incredible things to his groin. Shit. The thought of it brought a tingle down there. Yeah down there. And down there didn't mean his feet either.
A figure appears right beside him and he takes a deep breath. She materializes like a phantom. It's about fucking time she made her appearance. How long has it been since he had last seen her? A few years? Right before he went to Mallet island and destroyed Mundus? He turns to look at her. God she was beautiful. Maybe, even more beautiful than Trish. She looked like him, or rather what he might have looked like if he were a woman.
Gorgeous with long flowing silver hair and incredible shocking blue eyes. But her character was a bit odd. She sprouted biblical words during a fight and seem to want to right the wrongs of things. Like some kind of an avenging angel with a demons bloodline. As if it gave her reason to be someone other than the phantom she was. A phantom and a demon but never a human. At least she had powers from the supernatural. She was a woman who decided when and where she would appear next. Her birth came during the time him and Virgil were born. She was the long lost sister they never had. Yet Sparda and Eva never created her. The ties to her past were as mysterious as she was, like a hot desirable phantom possessing powers of higher demons.
"Missing her already?"
Her voice a little raspier than he remembered, which brought back memories. Raw and pure. If he weren't taught the proper initiation of sibling territorial rules and it's counterparts, he'd be curious as hell to know what she was like in bed. Virgil would have taken the opportunity because he was like that. You know, the type that went over the edge and stepped over the line of sanity. Devils were like that. Manipulating and can easily lose themselves in an ecstacy of depravity and lust, crossing boundaries of incest and torture. Shit. Even the sight of the pictures of The Blood Countess, Erzabet Bathory of Hungary that his father showed him then brought a kind of desperate feeling. Even as a child.
Those women sort of repelled him yet intrigued at the same time. The loving caresses of his mother brought him back from the edge of chaos. She was the one soul who could bring his demonline to a careful control. The one sole purpose that brought him and his brother true respect among humanity. At least for the most part, him. That's why his father loved Eva. She had the power greater than all the saints and angels put together.
"I don't recall inviting you back here."
She laughs at the comment, a deep throaty laugh that sent tingles down his spine. Shit. Was she here to torture him? Because he didn't want any of that right now. Not right now when the woman who heated his bed and cooked him terrible food just walked out on him. The way to a man's heart wasn't food alright. That's just to his goddamn stomach. Wait. He pauses at that thought. Heart? More like......
"Don't you miss me? I've missed you, Dante."
He doesn't reply to that. She stands in front of him, daring him to make a move, and she is tall too. The wind picks up at full speed driving the long flowing silver hair like a white glittery flag behind her. Virginte takes a cigarette out of her jacket pocket and lights it. Then tries to hand it over to him. He shakes his head.
"Too fucking early. Now what the fuck do you want? Because I thought I had seen the last of you."
"Hey, I've come because there is an important mission. And I KNOW how you love those."
She teased him. The mischievious glint in her eye and the clicking of her tongue angered him.
"Listen, I've got a raging headache that just won't go away. Say your piece, bitch. Because I'm not in the mood for any more of your games. You were always a thorn in my side and showing up like this out of the blue just brought back that thorn."
Dante stomps back into the house, making sure his pants were closed. He didn't want her to get any ideas.
"Dante, I'm not here to make fun or to bring back old memories of us and Virgil. I want you to take this mission. It's about the rampant murders that are going on in Brazil. And about.......Mallet island."
He stops. the last words were the clincher. "Mallet island?" Shaking his head. "That place is deep under the ocean, babe. Nothing is going to bring that place back."
"You're wrong and even your old partner knew it. Where do you think she went?"
Virginte sits atop his desk, lounging lazily with her hands steady behind her to keep her upper body up and her legs crossed. She wore black leather boots and a tight vest that made a dip to show her cleaveage. The tiny waist revealed a flat stomach and her large guns strapped along her thighs. There was a large knife in the front of the closure of her pants. She wore black lipstick and her skin was whiter than Dante's own, although tinged with a slight tan that gave her cheeks a pink blush.
She looks up at around the trophies he still kept. Recognizing a demon or two and swallows a bit at the sight of the family picture of Dante and Virgil, with Sparda and Eva. She didn't have a family. Those who had secretly created her, invisible hands she might as well called it, had forged her into the image of the twins, yet in a feminine form. She possessed a sharp mind and an incredible strength surpassing most demons, and to top it off, the ability to warp into time, and go into the spiritual world. That's where she remained for so long. She couldn't take the insistent and persistent hassles of the human world. They gave her a sense of anger.
"What do you think? You and me on the way to Brazil? I love traveling! I've spent too long in a dead coma out in never never land."
The silver haired woman stretches languidly and she continues to talk, while she starts to investigate his home. Noting the changes there. Little feminine touches could be noted and the thought gave her a bit of envy. She stayed away because of her. Because of Trish and now when she is gone, finally gone and she made sure of that too after last night manipulating time and Dante. If he ever found out the deviousness of her wrong doings, I think he would start world war three on her ass. But that's either here or there. Virginte didn't realize how easy it was to eliminate the competition. Why was she so jealous of Trish? No she wasn't. She just wanted Dante all to herself. She had lost Virgil too years ago so why lose Dante as well?
Dante puts on the rest of his clothes, checks on Ebony and Ivory and makes a call. Virginte listens as he made reservations to go to Brazil. That brought a wide grin from her, and she happily makes herself at home, grabbing a cup of coffee from the kitchen and seeing the damages left there from Trish's previous little drama. The platinum haired young woman was indeed enjoying the display of Trish's anger and frustration through her ghost like ability to see all and hear all.
"Shouldn't you brush your teeth, Dante? And shower? Oh yes, you need one."
"Funny girl. I would but you'd just peek and I'd want you to come and join me."
He said that sarcastically but Virginte chuckles, lowering her dark sooty lashes.
"Well, if you're going to be sticking around we might as well go to Brazil. Flights in a couple hours."
Virginte bolts up with a happy smile, showing white even teeth and tries to hug Dante, putting her arms around his neck. He didn't do anything but allowed her to kiss him soundly on his lips, black colored lipstick grazing along his.
"You won't regret it, Dante. I promise. It's like the old days before you kicked Mundus out of commission. Even before Trish came along."
Dante on the other hand was a bit numb. Standing there like a brick wall, he allowed her to caress him. So much has happened since he woke up this morning. The incessant pounding of his head and the dramatic departure of Trish. All the cussing going on inside the house could put a few god fearing christians making signs of the cross with their fingers.
"Mmmmm, Rio De Janiero, here we come! We're back in action again, Dante! And so says the lord! Hallelujah, lover."
"Don't assume much, Virginte. Oh, and I'm NOT your lover."
Rolling her eyes, she huffs out, "Lover, sister, mother, whatever. Trish looks like your mom to a tee and you fuck her like there's no tomorrow."
He then disentangles her arms around him and walks to his motorcycle. He had bought matching bikes, one for him and one for Trish. Trish had easily earned her keep for destroying his place and his bike. Having to deal with this righteous and somewhat mischevious sprite that looked like his female self was another matter altogether.
(Introduction of Virginte: new character. DMC though is exclusively Capcoms treasure)
The plane looked worse than the one her and Dante hijacked out of Mallet. Shaking her head, she lowers her dark sunglasses, wondering if she could even drive the pile of shit. Whatever. It's not like she was going back to "Devil Never Cry." With that she mimicked to herself, hah, "Devil never cry" in a whiny annoying voice. Why Dante let her change the damn sign was strange enough already. "Devil May Cry" was even worse if not the same. What do devils have to do with crying anyway? Did we cry when we were born? Rolling her eyes she remembers her childhood. Yes, she had one. Vague and despondent but they were there. A lot of it was due to the fact that she wasn't really understanding the reasons behind the murders and the chaos. Being born bad had it's advantages. If you were good, hell, you'd think the ones who were bad were not even fit to be born or exist. Did that make sense?
Back at "Devil Never Cry", Dante stands there leaning against the doorframe, he hadn't moved an inch, not one, not even to chase down Trish. He did however beforehand grab his favorite happy demon faced mug and sipped from the remaining coffee inside. It was cold. Cold like the bed that was going to be in the following weeks, months, and so he stops counting and let his mind free. What the hell possessed Trish to walk out like that he couldn't fathom. She did it all the time. Always coming back with a tear in her eye and crying how much she misses him and wanted to make it up by doing incredible things to his groin. Shit. The thought of it brought a tingle down there. Yeah down there. And down there didn't mean his feet either.
A figure appears right beside him and he takes a deep breath. She materializes like a phantom. It's about fucking time she made her appearance. How long has it been since he had last seen her? A few years? Right before he went to Mallet island and destroyed Mundus? He turns to look at her. God she was beautiful. Maybe, even more beautiful than Trish. She looked like him, or rather what he might have looked like if he were a woman.
Gorgeous with long flowing silver hair and incredible shocking blue eyes. But her character was a bit odd. She sprouted biblical words during a fight and seem to want to right the wrongs of things. Like some kind of an avenging angel with a demons bloodline. As if it gave her reason to be someone other than the phantom she was. A phantom and a demon but never a human. At least she had powers from the supernatural. She was a woman who decided when and where she would appear next. Her birth came during the time him and Virgil were born. She was the long lost sister they never had. Yet Sparda and Eva never created her. The ties to her past were as mysterious as she was, like a hot desirable phantom possessing powers of higher demons.
"Missing her already?"
Her voice a little raspier than he remembered, which brought back memories. Raw and pure. If he weren't taught the proper initiation of sibling territorial rules and it's counterparts, he'd be curious as hell to know what she was like in bed. Virgil would have taken the opportunity because he was like that. You know, the type that went over the edge and stepped over the line of sanity. Devils were like that. Manipulating and can easily lose themselves in an ecstacy of depravity and lust, crossing boundaries of incest and torture. Shit. Even the sight of the pictures of The Blood Countess, Erzabet Bathory of Hungary that his father showed him then brought a kind of desperate feeling. Even as a child.
Those women sort of repelled him yet intrigued at the same time. The loving caresses of his mother brought him back from the edge of chaos. She was the one soul who could bring his demonline to a careful control. The one sole purpose that brought him and his brother true respect among humanity. At least for the most part, him. That's why his father loved Eva. She had the power greater than all the saints and angels put together.
"I don't recall inviting you back here."
She laughs at the comment, a deep throaty laugh that sent tingles down his spine. Shit. Was she here to torture him? Because he didn't want any of that right now. Not right now when the woman who heated his bed and cooked him terrible food just walked out on him. The way to a man's heart wasn't food alright. That's just to his goddamn stomach. Wait. He pauses at that thought. Heart? More like......
"Don't you miss me? I've missed you, Dante."
He doesn't reply to that. She stands in front of him, daring him to make a move, and she is tall too. The wind picks up at full speed driving the long flowing silver hair like a white glittery flag behind her. Virginte takes a cigarette out of her jacket pocket and lights it. Then tries to hand it over to him. He shakes his head.
"Too fucking early. Now what the fuck do you want? Because I thought I had seen the last of you."
"Hey, I've come because there is an important mission. And I KNOW how you love those."
She teased him. The mischievious glint in her eye and the clicking of her tongue angered him.
"Listen, I've got a raging headache that just won't go away. Say your piece, bitch. Because I'm not in the mood for any more of your games. You were always a thorn in my side and showing up like this out of the blue just brought back that thorn."
Dante stomps back into the house, making sure his pants were closed. He didn't want her to get any ideas.
"Dante, I'm not here to make fun or to bring back old memories of us and Virgil. I want you to take this mission. It's about the rampant murders that are going on in Brazil. And about.......Mallet island."
He stops. the last words were the clincher. "Mallet island?" Shaking his head. "That place is deep under the ocean, babe. Nothing is going to bring that place back."
"You're wrong and even your old partner knew it. Where do you think she went?"
Virginte sits atop his desk, lounging lazily with her hands steady behind her to keep her upper body up and her legs crossed. She wore black leather boots and a tight vest that made a dip to show her cleaveage. The tiny waist revealed a flat stomach and her large guns strapped along her thighs. There was a large knife in the front of the closure of her pants. She wore black lipstick and her skin was whiter than Dante's own, although tinged with a slight tan that gave her cheeks a pink blush.
She looks up at around the trophies he still kept. Recognizing a demon or two and swallows a bit at the sight of the family picture of Dante and Virgil, with Sparda and Eva. She didn't have a family. Those who had secretly created her, invisible hands she might as well called it, had forged her into the image of the twins, yet in a feminine form. She possessed a sharp mind and an incredible strength surpassing most demons, and to top it off, the ability to warp into time, and go into the spiritual world. That's where she remained for so long. She couldn't take the insistent and persistent hassles of the human world. They gave her a sense of anger.
"What do you think? You and me on the way to Brazil? I love traveling! I've spent too long in a dead coma out in never never land."
The silver haired woman stretches languidly and she continues to talk, while she starts to investigate his home. Noting the changes there. Little feminine touches could be noted and the thought gave her a bit of envy. She stayed away because of her. Because of Trish and now when she is gone, finally gone and she made sure of that too after last night manipulating time and Dante. If he ever found out the deviousness of her wrong doings, I think he would start world war three on her ass. But that's either here or there. Virginte didn't realize how easy it was to eliminate the competition. Why was she so jealous of Trish? No she wasn't. She just wanted Dante all to herself. She had lost Virgil too years ago so why lose Dante as well?
Dante puts on the rest of his clothes, checks on Ebony and Ivory and makes a call. Virginte listens as he made reservations to go to Brazil. That brought a wide grin from her, and she happily makes herself at home, grabbing a cup of coffee from the kitchen and seeing the damages left there from Trish's previous little drama. The platinum haired young woman was indeed enjoying the display of Trish's anger and frustration through her ghost like ability to see all and hear all.
"Shouldn't you brush your teeth, Dante? And shower? Oh yes, you need one."
"Funny girl. I would but you'd just peek and I'd want you to come and join me."
He said that sarcastically but Virginte chuckles, lowering her dark sooty lashes.
"Well, if you're going to be sticking around we might as well go to Brazil. Flights in a couple hours."
Virginte bolts up with a happy smile, showing white even teeth and tries to hug Dante, putting her arms around his neck. He didn't do anything but allowed her to kiss him soundly on his lips, black colored lipstick grazing along his.
"You won't regret it, Dante. I promise. It's like the old days before you kicked Mundus out of commission. Even before Trish came along."
Dante on the other hand was a bit numb. Standing there like a brick wall, he allowed her to caress him. So much has happened since he woke up this morning. The incessant pounding of his head and the dramatic departure of Trish. All the cussing going on inside the house could put a few god fearing christians making signs of the cross with their fingers.
"Mmmmm, Rio De Janiero, here we come! We're back in action again, Dante! And so says the lord! Hallelujah, lover."
"Don't assume much, Virginte. Oh, and I'm NOT your lover."
Rolling her eyes, she huffs out, "Lover, sister, mother, whatever. Trish looks like your mom to a tee and you fuck her like there's no tomorrow."
He then disentangles her arms around him and walks to his motorcycle. He had bought matching bikes, one for him and one for Trish. Trish had easily earned her keep for destroying his place and his bike. Having to deal with this righteous and somewhat mischevious sprite that looked like his female self was another matter altogether.