Dante and Trish on a bad day: Chapter 4
(Trish and Mallet Island)
Trish had circled the plane around for so long around the debris that was left of Mallet island and in it's place now was a pile of clay that bubbled up the surface of the ocean. Where to land the plane, she thinks desperately. The amount of gas left in the plane was running a little low and she could see that landing was going to be very difficult. The terrain was uneven and nothing of the castle was left which once majestically stood. Fuck it! She decides to land anyway, hoping that there existed some kind of dimension that opened up a tear into the underworld. This was the most mysterious and hidden island, covered with thick foliage and powerful mountains that jutted upwards as if offering itself to the sky.
Landing was difficult and Trish decided that doing so would cause an accident. Biting her lip, she takes a moment to decide the next best thing. Jump out of the plane and land on the island. What if she were to be abandoned there? Left to nothing but a piece of rotting land that had nothing for her and no one knew where poor Trish would be. Would Dante come for her? Doesn't matter. She made the decision and she knew that going back and running home to him was out of the question.
The plane had swirved towards the ocean as she used her devil trigger powers to land with ease upon the rough and abused land. There were piles of ash everywhere where the catastrophic burns and explosions had marked it's territory. She remembered every detail of the castle grounds and where everything had once stood. There was a faint feeling of remorse. Regret? Perhaps she merely misses the place. Maybe it was the possibility that she could actually have feelings for this place because it is where she had come from. From beneath the rubble, she must find the hole to the otherside; the existing world where it churned out the illusion of a mirrored existence. The feeling of it was strong as she continued to walk along the rubble of marbled pieces of what once were pillars and castle walls that lined the exterior and interior. It's amazing what a giant explosion could do.
There was dust everywhere, ash black dust that stained her boots and the foliage that used to surround the island was gone too. Looking up at her surrounding she felt uneasy and tries to tap into the gut instinct of the underworlds power. It still existed, she knows this, but who now rules the part of the realm? Virgil? Was he dead? Did Dante actually kill him? Dante mentioned he had seen him after sending him back to the pits of hell. Beneath the further realms of hell. Where the rejected ones were sent. Poor Virgil. This she felt with a bit of sarcasm. Hah. The thoughts weren't really what she wanted to feel.
"Trish."
Turning around, with her pistol ready to blow out any demons lurking in the aftermath, she faces the intruder who dared. Virgil? No. It was a little maddening. But he stood there, faintly coming in and out like a broken transistor projection. She still had her gun pointed at him and ready still the powers she possessed to do some damage before they do unto her.
"Coming back for old times sake? Ah. Come then. We were expecting you."
His voice, faint yet clear, indicated a mocking tone but he was serious. The Nelo Angelo that once was was now Virgil. Standing there like a ghost with the clearness of his silver hair seeming to glow, creating a halo around his head and his blue sharp eyes watches her.
"You were? I knew Mallet island still existed. I had a feeling. I mean...."
"No. Mallet island is no longer, Trish. Look around you. Do you see anything left of the island? Or are you wishing for some long lost recovery? What does exist is what you think in your mind. The existence of the otherside. You want to cross it, correct? That is why you are here?"
Nodding hesitantly, Trish blinks then lowers her pistol. She asks him who is the ruler now of the underworld. Afraid of the answer he tells her.
"Did you think Mundus resurrected?" Laughing out loud, Virgil sneers, "I don't think so. My brother did a good job sending pieces of him that could well, let's just say, it'll take a long while before he's put back together again. Remember the humpty dumpty tale?"
"Don't mock me, Virgil. Who is the ruler.You? No no....wait. Phantom! With his little phantom babies? Oh that's just super rich! Little phantom babies crawling all over the underworld. Should I pack up my guns so I can earn points to shoot them all up? Oh shit. Not Gryphon! No!! Nightmare? I can't quite see Nightmare as a ruler because he had no brains but....."
Cutting her off, he was immediately angry, like a pouting child who didn't get his candy.
"Bitch! It's me! I'm the new goddamn ruler! Why can't you fucking shut up and face it! If you want to come back to the underworld, you're going to have to live under my fucking rules. You got that!?"
The words cut through her like a knife. She turned a paler shade, knowing that she had come here all for naught. Virgil, the new underworlds ruler. No. Where was Dante? Virgil didn't die after all did he? How could they? They never died, these demons, not in the true sense of death. They only went further back into the pits of hell. Demons don't die. They get hurt, abused, and they bleed like humans but they suffer a thousand times a death than those who are granted the gate to the other kind of realm. A realm that she, Trish would never ever see. Shit.
She can't chicken out like this. She can't feel the degradation she feels now that made her liken to want to crawl inside a hole and die. That was the worst feeling ever. Mundus had made her feel like that. Virgil on the other hand was merciless because of his temper tantrums and the immaturity he sometimes displayed. He needed to get his way and only way he could be checked was being under Mundus.
With some strength in her, she faces him with a lifted chin, "What makes you think I want to come back?"
"Don't toy with me, Trish. Are you coming or not? I can't remain up here too long so unless you want to play castaway be my guest.......babe."
The last word was so unlike him yet a mocking tribute to his brothers familiarity with her and with every other woman around. Coming from him, it seemed foreign and strange.
With a defeated sigh, she nods. "Okay. I have nothing left here anyway."
"You'll like the changes underground, Trish. I'm sure you'll enjoy it very much."
"I doubt it."
****
(On a plane towards Rio De Janiero)
Virginte grabs a couple of peanut complimentaries from the flight attendants cart and eagerly opens them up to pop them in her mouth. She then steals Dante's drink to quench her thirst, making sure to lean forward so Dante gets to feel the firmness of her breasts.
"Do you mind? You can get your own drink. While you're at it, you can stop with the play of teasing and taunting. It's NOT going to work."
Dante hissed out the words. Virginte pouted and giggled at the same time. Something totally unlike her but she was happy she is getting to spend some time with Dante. It has been years. The emptiness of those long years cut her up and she decided when the time was right she'd make her move to be with him. It wasn't as if she wanted him to fuck her. No. That wasn't the case. She could get any man she wanted. Demon, phantom, human, whatever in whichever form. Yet the realization of being with Dante for the rest of her existing immortality brought her a sense of relief. Not the emptiness she felt by being alone or by being with those she disliked and had no connection with. Did she feel like a sibling to Dante? No. It went deeper. Much more.
It was obsession.
"I haven't been in one these things, Dante."
"Why? You think you're too good for this kind of thing?" Dante had leaned back and closed his eyes. The flight attendant noted his unusual looks and looks further to the platinum haired beauty next to him. The thought crossed her mind to flirt a little but wonders if this was his sister? Taking her chance and the fact that she was a little unprofessional and bored, she leans over to him.
"Sir, would you like anything else? A pillow or a blanket?"
Dante opens one eye and sees the pretty flight attendant giving him one of those I want you can I have your number looks. He'd seen it a thousand times. But before he could utter a word, Virginte pipes in with a rude sneer,
"Get your horny self back to what you're doing. Working! Yeah, work. Go back to your pathetic little duties and leave us alone until we have further use of you."
Dante gritted his teeth and looks over at her, absolutely disapproving of her malicious retort.
With that, the woman's face was full of shock and humiliation, lastly given in to a slight anger.
Demons were always good at provoking anger you know and Virginte was perfect at doing that. Heck, no one could do it better.
Sighing, the silver haired demon hunter apologizes for his "sister" and added in that his "sister" was on medication. The woman smiles and nods, then returns to another passenger who had wanted her attention.
Virginte hisses, "Meds? I'm on meds?"
"Shut the hell up. I'm only tolerating your existence to be with me because of this mission. Now if you don't shut your hateful mouth I'll have to gag you when we get to Rio De Janiero and leave you in the hotel room. I know you'll be able to use your supernatural powers to phase in and out of the room but I'll tell you this. If you so as much as fuck this up for me in any way I won't hold myself responsible."
With that, Dante leans back and relaxes, saying nothing more. Virginte sits there fuming and she stares at him. You'll see, Dante, she fumes. you'll see why you need me more than you need Trish or Virgil or anyone else that has been close to you. With that she breathes a little easier and tries to control the raging anger that has consumed her as Dante spoke his speech.
Looking at her through the corners of his eyes, he could see the rising of her chest and the contortions of her face in heated anger. Dante could handle her. Handful or not. He'd push down her little playacting and little temper tantrums even if it meant being a little rough. "You done?"
"W-what?"
"You done being angry? Cause if you're done, you might want to tell me all about the murders and the connection of these to Mallet island."
"Oh that."
Dante looks at her, waiting for her to say something but a second passes, then another...
"Alright. I'll tell you. It's about your brother."
"What?"
"I've been told that the activities that are going on in Brazil during the parties on the streets and the festivals have left many people murdered and your brother is the key."
"How the fuck do you know this? Your source is in the spiritual world? Ah yes. Of course. The spirits have told you."
"I don't know if it's true, Dante. I can't feel any traces of his energy existing here or in the demons world. It's as if he had......died. I mean, truly died in a sense."
"I kicked his ass and sent him on his journey, Virginte. I wasn't too pleased but I didn't realize that was my brother. Too late now to feel regrets. Though if he has anything to do with the murders then I"m sure my brother is doing a fabulous job."
"This isn't a joking matter, Dante. I haven't seen Virgil in so long and I've missed him as much as I've missed you."
Her voice catches and she was serious but Dante shakes his head at the vain confession. He was used to her pity acts and moanings. It could never work on him and he doubted very highly that they worked on his brother years ago. But the possibility that Virgil was behind all this was pretty funny. He always thought of him as the kind of guy who wanted to rule and the possibility of his reign in the underworld was very possible.
Rio De Janiero.
Rio de Janeiro, the most unique and spectacular city, significantly set amid tropical forest clothed cliffs and the ocean is forever awash with pleasurable life. It had immense energy and one could feel this in the air. Locals love Rio naming it "cidade maravilhosa" and referring to themselves as Cariocas for being a piece of what is certainly the world's most stunning city location. One of the world's densest cities, it never sleeps, and like North America's Las Vegas, it is easy to get lost in the crowd amidst gambling, drinking, partying and finding a body to warm up to or pay extra for those fees. Cariocas are gracious folks who constantly have time for the bodily enjoyment of fine livelihood and the beat of samba!
The two silver haired couple stepping off the plane and into the interior airport could hear the sounds of samba music in the faint speakers, and tourists everywhere were encouraged to spend a few of their hard earned money to enjoy the life Rio de Janeiro offered.
"Whoooohoooo!" Virginte starts whooping it up the moment they set foot on Brazil's solid ground. The airport was flooded with people from all over the world and they glanced often at the long silver haired beauty that wore clothing from some masquerade vampire club. Although her enthusiasm was a sight to see on a pretty girl, they sent her smiles as she saunters alongside Dante, waving often at the men who eyed her.
"Wow! Can you breathe in the air of this place, Dante? Absolutely fucking fantabulous! Oh baby! We really should get out more!"
"Will you just calm down? You're making a scene and the way you're dressed, you'll cause a riot. I didn't expect us to be secretive with trenchcoats and masks to hide behind but with your attention seeking, you'll never be forgotten."
"Yes, I'm unforgettable aren't I? Oh! I want to samba! Dante! samba!"
"We are not here for doing ANY samba. Shit, woman."
"You know what? You're a fucking prude. Yes, an uptight fuck who can't realize that Trish is GONE! And the only piece of ass you can possibly get is me right now."
"You are high! And my missing Trish has in no way brought me to being irritated by your presence. Now we need to get a ride to our hotel. Whatever you do, Virginte. I don't want trouble. You hear me? No bringing guys to fuck in the hotel and no blood lettings and sacrifices."
"Not even a little S and M? Bondage and Samba?"
"Didn't they teach you anything in the supernatural world?"
"Yeah. Sleep. Dream. Boring stuff."
"You should have stayed there."
"Prude." Virginte sticks her tongue out.
(Trish and Mallet Island)
Trish had circled the plane around for so long around the debris that was left of Mallet island and in it's place now was a pile of clay that bubbled up the surface of the ocean. Where to land the plane, she thinks desperately. The amount of gas left in the plane was running a little low and she could see that landing was going to be very difficult. The terrain was uneven and nothing of the castle was left which once majestically stood. Fuck it! She decides to land anyway, hoping that there existed some kind of dimension that opened up a tear into the underworld. This was the most mysterious and hidden island, covered with thick foliage and powerful mountains that jutted upwards as if offering itself to the sky.
Landing was difficult and Trish decided that doing so would cause an accident. Biting her lip, she takes a moment to decide the next best thing. Jump out of the plane and land on the island. What if she were to be abandoned there? Left to nothing but a piece of rotting land that had nothing for her and no one knew where poor Trish would be. Would Dante come for her? Doesn't matter. She made the decision and she knew that going back and running home to him was out of the question.
The plane had swirved towards the ocean as she used her devil trigger powers to land with ease upon the rough and abused land. There were piles of ash everywhere where the catastrophic burns and explosions had marked it's territory. She remembered every detail of the castle grounds and where everything had once stood. There was a faint feeling of remorse. Regret? Perhaps she merely misses the place. Maybe it was the possibility that she could actually have feelings for this place because it is where she had come from. From beneath the rubble, she must find the hole to the otherside; the existing world where it churned out the illusion of a mirrored existence. The feeling of it was strong as she continued to walk along the rubble of marbled pieces of what once were pillars and castle walls that lined the exterior and interior. It's amazing what a giant explosion could do.
There was dust everywhere, ash black dust that stained her boots and the foliage that used to surround the island was gone too. Looking up at her surrounding she felt uneasy and tries to tap into the gut instinct of the underworlds power. It still existed, she knows this, but who now rules the part of the realm? Virgil? Was he dead? Did Dante actually kill him? Dante mentioned he had seen him after sending him back to the pits of hell. Beneath the further realms of hell. Where the rejected ones were sent. Poor Virgil. This she felt with a bit of sarcasm. Hah. The thoughts weren't really what she wanted to feel.
"Trish."
Turning around, with her pistol ready to blow out any demons lurking in the aftermath, she faces the intruder who dared. Virgil? No. It was a little maddening. But he stood there, faintly coming in and out like a broken transistor projection. She still had her gun pointed at him and ready still the powers she possessed to do some damage before they do unto her.
"Coming back for old times sake? Ah. Come then. We were expecting you."
His voice, faint yet clear, indicated a mocking tone but he was serious. The Nelo Angelo that once was was now Virgil. Standing there like a ghost with the clearness of his silver hair seeming to glow, creating a halo around his head and his blue sharp eyes watches her.
"You were? I knew Mallet island still existed. I had a feeling. I mean...."
"No. Mallet island is no longer, Trish. Look around you. Do you see anything left of the island? Or are you wishing for some long lost recovery? What does exist is what you think in your mind. The existence of the otherside. You want to cross it, correct? That is why you are here?"
Nodding hesitantly, Trish blinks then lowers her pistol. She asks him who is the ruler now of the underworld. Afraid of the answer he tells her.
"Did you think Mundus resurrected?" Laughing out loud, Virgil sneers, "I don't think so. My brother did a good job sending pieces of him that could well, let's just say, it'll take a long while before he's put back together again. Remember the humpty dumpty tale?"
"Don't mock me, Virgil. Who is the ruler.You? No no....wait. Phantom! With his little phantom babies? Oh that's just super rich! Little phantom babies crawling all over the underworld. Should I pack up my guns so I can earn points to shoot them all up? Oh shit. Not Gryphon! No!! Nightmare? I can't quite see Nightmare as a ruler because he had no brains but....."
Cutting her off, he was immediately angry, like a pouting child who didn't get his candy.
"Bitch! It's me! I'm the new goddamn ruler! Why can't you fucking shut up and face it! If you want to come back to the underworld, you're going to have to live under my fucking rules. You got that!?"
The words cut through her like a knife. She turned a paler shade, knowing that she had come here all for naught. Virgil, the new underworlds ruler. No. Where was Dante? Virgil didn't die after all did he? How could they? They never died, these demons, not in the true sense of death. They only went further back into the pits of hell. Demons don't die. They get hurt, abused, and they bleed like humans but they suffer a thousand times a death than those who are granted the gate to the other kind of realm. A realm that she, Trish would never ever see. Shit.
She can't chicken out like this. She can't feel the degradation she feels now that made her liken to want to crawl inside a hole and die. That was the worst feeling ever. Mundus had made her feel like that. Virgil on the other hand was merciless because of his temper tantrums and the immaturity he sometimes displayed. He needed to get his way and only way he could be checked was being under Mundus.
With some strength in her, she faces him with a lifted chin, "What makes you think I want to come back?"
"Don't toy with me, Trish. Are you coming or not? I can't remain up here too long so unless you want to play castaway be my guest.......babe."
The last word was so unlike him yet a mocking tribute to his brothers familiarity with her and with every other woman around. Coming from him, it seemed foreign and strange.
With a defeated sigh, she nods. "Okay. I have nothing left here anyway."
"You'll like the changes underground, Trish. I'm sure you'll enjoy it very much."
"I doubt it."
****
(On a plane towards Rio De Janiero)
Virginte grabs a couple of peanut complimentaries from the flight attendants cart and eagerly opens them up to pop them in her mouth. She then steals Dante's drink to quench her thirst, making sure to lean forward so Dante gets to feel the firmness of her breasts.
"Do you mind? You can get your own drink. While you're at it, you can stop with the play of teasing and taunting. It's NOT going to work."
Dante hissed out the words. Virginte pouted and giggled at the same time. Something totally unlike her but she was happy she is getting to spend some time with Dante. It has been years. The emptiness of those long years cut her up and she decided when the time was right she'd make her move to be with him. It wasn't as if she wanted him to fuck her. No. That wasn't the case. She could get any man she wanted. Demon, phantom, human, whatever in whichever form. Yet the realization of being with Dante for the rest of her existing immortality brought her a sense of relief. Not the emptiness she felt by being alone or by being with those she disliked and had no connection with. Did she feel like a sibling to Dante? No. It went deeper. Much more.
It was obsession.
"I haven't been in one these things, Dante."
"Why? You think you're too good for this kind of thing?" Dante had leaned back and closed his eyes. The flight attendant noted his unusual looks and looks further to the platinum haired beauty next to him. The thought crossed her mind to flirt a little but wonders if this was his sister? Taking her chance and the fact that she was a little unprofessional and bored, she leans over to him.
"Sir, would you like anything else? A pillow or a blanket?"
Dante opens one eye and sees the pretty flight attendant giving him one of those I want you can I have your number looks. He'd seen it a thousand times. But before he could utter a word, Virginte pipes in with a rude sneer,
"Get your horny self back to what you're doing. Working! Yeah, work. Go back to your pathetic little duties and leave us alone until we have further use of you."
Dante gritted his teeth and looks over at her, absolutely disapproving of her malicious retort.
With that, the woman's face was full of shock and humiliation, lastly given in to a slight anger.
Demons were always good at provoking anger you know and Virginte was perfect at doing that. Heck, no one could do it better.
Sighing, the silver haired demon hunter apologizes for his "sister" and added in that his "sister" was on medication. The woman smiles and nods, then returns to another passenger who had wanted her attention.
Virginte hisses, "Meds? I'm on meds?"
"Shut the hell up. I'm only tolerating your existence to be with me because of this mission. Now if you don't shut your hateful mouth I'll have to gag you when we get to Rio De Janiero and leave you in the hotel room. I know you'll be able to use your supernatural powers to phase in and out of the room but I'll tell you this. If you so as much as fuck this up for me in any way I won't hold myself responsible."
With that, Dante leans back and relaxes, saying nothing more. Virginte sits there fuming and she stares at him. You'll see, Dante, she fumes. you'll see why you need me more than you need Trish or Virgil or anyone else that has been close to you. With that she breathes a little easier and tries to control the raging anger that has consumed her as Dante spoke his speech.
Looking at her through the corners of his eyes, he could see the rising of her chest and the contortions of her face in heated anger. Dante could handle her. Handful or not. He'd push down her little playacting and little temper tantrums even if it meant being a little rough. "You done?"
"W-what?"
"You done being angry? Cause if you're done, you might want to tell me all about the murders and the connection of these to Mallet island."
"Oh that."
Dante looks at her, waiting for her to say something but a second passes, then another...
"Alright. I'll tell you. It's about your brother."
"What?"
"I've been told that the activities that are going on in Brazil during the parties on the streets and the festivals have left many people murdered and your brother is the key."
"How the fuck do you know this? Your source is in the spiritual world? Ah yes. Of course. The spirits have told you."
"I don't know if it's true, Dante. I can't feel any traces of his energy existing here or in the demons world. It's as if he had......died. I mean, truly died in a sense."
"I kicked his ass and sent him on his journey, Virginte. I wasn't too pleased but I didn't realize that was my brother. Too late now to feel regrets. Though if he has anything to do with the murders then I"m sure my brother is doing a fabulous job."
"This isn't a joking matter, Dante. I haven't seen Virgil in so long and I've missed him as much as I've missed you."
Her voice catches and she was serious but Dante shakes his head at the vain confession. He was used to her pity acts and moanings. It could never work on him and he doubted very highly that they worked on his brother years ago. But the possibility that Virgil was behind all this was pretty funny. He always thought of him as the kind of guy who wanted to rule and the possibility of his reign in the underworld was very possible.
Rio De Janiero.
Rio de Janeiro, the most unique and spectacular city, significantly set amid tropical forest clothed cliffs and the ocean is forever awash with pleasurable life. It had immense energy and one could feel this in the air. Locals love Rio naming it "cidade maravilhosa" and referring to themselves as Cariocas for being a piece of what is certainly the world's most stunning city location. One of the world's densest cities, it never sleeps, and like North America's Las Vegas, it is easy to get lost in the crowd amidst gambling, drinking, partying and finding a body to warm up to or pay extra for those fees. Cariocas are gracious folks who constantly have time for the bodily enjoyment of fine livelihood and the beat of samba!
The two silver haired couple stepping off the plane and into the interior airport could hear the sounds of samba music in the faint speakers, and tourists everywhere were encouraged to spend a few of their hard earned money to enjoy the life Rio de Janeiro offered.
"Whoooohoooo!" Virginte starts whooping it up the moment they set foot on Brazil's solid ground. The airport was flooded with people from all over the world and they glanced often at the long silver haired beauty that wore clothing from some masquerade vampire club. Although her enthusiasm was a sight to see on a pretty girl, they sent her smiles as she saunters alongside Dante, waving often at the men who eyed her.
"Wow! Can you breathe in the air of this place, Dante? Absolutely fucking fantabulous! Oh baby! We really should get out more!"
"Will you just calm down? You're making a scene and the way you're dressed, you'll cause a riot. I didn't expect us to be secretive with trenchcoats and masks to hide behind but with your attention seeking, you'll never be forgotten."
"Yes, I'm unforgettable aren't I? Oh! I want to samba! Dante! samba!"
"We are not here for doing ANY samba. Shit, woman."
"You know what? You're a fucking prude. Yes, an uptight fuck who can't realize that Trish is GONE! And the only piece of ass you can possibly get is me right now."
"You are high! And my missing Trish has in no way brought me to being irritated by your presence. Now we need to get a ride to our hotel. Whatever you do, Virginte. I don't want trouble. You hear me? No bringing guys to fuck in the hotel and no blood lettings and sacrifices."
"Not even a little S and M? Bondage and Samba?"
"Didn't they teach you anything in the supernatural world?"
"Yeah. Sleep. Dream. Boring stuff."
"You should have stayed there."
"Prude." Virginte sticks her tongue out.