Take 6: Who's on a bad day now?
(The way to hell and back)
Virgil leads Trish through a spiral tunnel and you can hear the groans of grasping spirits wanting to tear each other apart. There was a sense of coldness all around and absolute dread. What did anyone expect? Hell to be a nice place where you can get a suntan and free sex and drugs? Well, she muses to herself, the sex and drugs were free but they were more forced on you. Even the sado masochists couldn't stand it here.
Trish has been here before, down in this deeper level of hell but never really visited often for she had been with Mundus the whole time, doing his bidding and his errands, whatever they were. For the most part, the past errands were only to keep an eye on certain levels of hells planes and multiple areas. No one could know the possibilities of this kind of world. Not even the mythological stories of Hades in Greek and Roman versions could tell you how terrible it was to live out an eternity here. Although she had seen many of these souls and demons become very acquainted with this lifestyle of immortal existence. It was after all their world now and nothing could ever bring them back to the world of Mother Nature and its physical realms.
There were bridges, lots of them, which hovers precariously atop steaming water, or rather something akin to water and then there were the spirit-demons that ran amuck above them. Trish knew what they were and ignores them even now for the most part. Walking behind Virgil, he is very well suited for this position and so now he assumes ruler ship? His countenance, bearing that of like a general in a successful army or a great warrior who will never be forgotten yet Trish laughs at that concept because Virgil has been forgotten. All the more pity for him really. He is still a very gorgeous man and who could not see the similarities of the twins? Dante and him were so alike in physicality yet their personalities were so different.
"Where are you taking me, Virgil?"
Her voice had echoed off the spectral walls and he turns to look at her, his eyes a firey blue light that seem to bounce off and leave her frozen there. Trish takes a deep breath. She still had her powers and she still can fight like the rest of them and if Virgil tries anything, she'd do well to give him a couple bruises on the way down.
"You're nervous. Stop thinking that I'm going to ravage you."
He laughs in that deep penetrating sort of laughter and he approaches her. Searching into her eyes and smiles,
"It's a pity that you love Dante you know. It would have been nice if you stayed on here after Mundus was pretty much destroyed."
"You miss me, Virgil? My my I never knew you to be so sentimental now that your memory has returned. When did it return, Virgil? After you got your ass kicked by Dante?"
"Watch it. I'm not about to give you the satisfaction of taunting me. It won't work and the more you do it, the more I think you need a lesson in humility. I'm sure we can find ways to humiliate you further than you have been? Huh? What's the matter? My brother didn't want to come and get you?"
She ignores the comment and although she wonders if Dante comes to look for her, she felt the bite of those words and sets it aside. It was better to remember Dante as he was when he had treated her so cruelly that evening and the morning after she left. Fucking Virgil. Asshole was too good of a word for him.
"I don't get it. You knew I was coming? You had to. What is the deal, Virgil."
"I need to get back to the physical world, Trish. Back to humanity."
"What? That's not possible, Virgil. You can only remain here or in deeper levels of hell. There's no way you can go back. Even that is a general rule among the existence of both realms. It's something we are powerless against. Not my powers or yours or Mundus or even Dante can bring us back from the pits of hell."
"That's where you are wrong, Trish."
Trish stares at him. Her mouth gapes open and she was about to say something more but he walks onward leaving her to think about his words. Virgil strides towards the approaching bridge that hovers above the lava pits and bubbling blood and if one can look down, you can see the heads like warped skulls bobbing up and down. She was used to this before, but then again it's been a long time for her hasn't it? Living with Dante among humanity had softened her. Made her see what it was like and she for her part, loves it. The thought gave her a sense of fear and sadness. All these feelings were so fresh and new to her that she curses Dante for giving her this new awakening. The emotion that gave humans their terrible weakness, being vulnerable to onslaughts of good and evil and it was a typical scenario really.
******
"Aw FUCK!"
The curse came from Dante as Virginte slams him against the wall, using her phasing to her utmost advantage, going in and out to give him pain, her physical powers weren't as strong as Trish but she could with her own might do a few good moves and take out her guns. No time to take out her guns, she thinks in quick reflection and the knife that was stuck in the front of her pants now comes slashing out to graze Dante's skin, drawing blood.
The demon hunter was not amused really and his grin reveals to his opponent that he could stand a bit of pain. His physical strength outweighs her and the moment she leaves herself open, that moment of non phasing, he grabs her in a split second and pushes her on the bed in a fluid violence, and pins her with his one leg in the middle and his knee jutting against her groin. Dante's hands held her arms above her and his face now inches from hers. He knew that she could phase herself anytime but to catch her in this position, a situation in which she most desires would give him the upper hand. It was a bit of a sacrifice for him because he hated her but this time he wants the truth.
"Virginte, I'm not fucking around and you better tell me what the hell is going on?!! Stop playing these games with me."
With that he rasps out the last words and looks at her, the same eyes and her smell, although faint traces of death clung to her, there was a distinct sweet flowery scent too that assaults his nose. Her breathing was ragged and she parts her lips to say something but closes them again. The two of them in a locked embrace of violence and something other than just physical lust but Dante holds her fast, waiting for her to say anything.
"Dante…."
"Who the hell are you, Virginte? Who and what the fuck are you??!!"
"What? Now you're asking me where I came from?"
"This is not a matter of guessing games, bitch. I want to know what you did to me and Trish the day she left. What the fuck happened to cause all this. This was your game wasn't it? Some fucking little game that you took it upon yourself to manipulate like you always did in the past."
"Oh Dante…."
She turns her face around, facing away from the demon hunter and her body relaxes, and she could feel the rhythm of both of their hearts as if it were one. The man above her lets her go slowly and starts to get up but Virginte stops him.
"No. Please, don't go, Dante. I want you, please, I want you to hold me…."
The pleading sounds from her mouth were like a thousand haunted ghosts that rang in his ears and he looks at her in puzzlement. She touches him where he had gotten hard from their short exertion and knows this very much excited him. With her being half naked and her boots still on and him just hovering above her body so, it was fascinating to see the other half of herself, the male part of who she would have been or rather what he would have been if he were a female. Wasn't it one of the Chinese religions of ancient history that said we as men and women both possess two aspects of ourselves?
She starts to kiss him, letting her tongue slide across his lips and Dante jerks up, a moment of submission crosses his mind but he is still enraged despite his more needy disposition. He grates out scathingly,
"Virginte, is being a succubus part of your new occupation? Because you know, as much as I am curious I still want to know what is going on. I won't hesistate to kill you."
Her eyes widen and the ministrations of her fingers caressing the back of his silver locks had stopped.
"Dante, please know I did it for your own good. You couldn't kill me even you really wanted. I was going to tell you later. Honest."
"Don't fucking lie. You can't lie very well. Don't kid yourself that I won't kill you, babe."
"I put a spell on you two. Sort of."
Virginte bites her lower lip, waiting for the moment where he might burst out in a sudden violent reaction but he laughs harshly,
"You don't have that kind of power. Liar."
"I spent years in the spiritual world, Dante. Years! I have been able to take something out of there during my long sleep."
"You little bitch. What the fuck is your goal here? To keep me and Trish apart?"
She doesn't answer him and instead she replies softly,
"Dante, we need to go. We need to go outside and find the missing people who have been taken away from your brother."
Her sudden concern to go and find the clues to the murders perplexes him. She was psychotic and deranged, he knew but the unbalance in her still took him aback.
"Missing eh? What about the murdered ones? Can they be taken back?"
"I'm afraid not. You know that but the ones that have vanished can still be brought back here."
"What the fuck does my brother have to do with all of this?"
"If you let me up and take my shower I will tell you everything. This if anything, I promise. Now, let me up. If you don't want me to get up then may I suggest you just take advantage of me? I have wanted a good fuck for so long."
"Ah shit." Dante pushes up quickly and runs a hasty hand through his silver locks, his hands clenches and the blazing blue of his eyes stares at her while the woman with the same silver hair attempts to take her clothes off in front of him. Her breasts round and beautiful, pale against the light coming in from the outside windows. The only light in the room was a singular tiny lamp that barely lit up the entire space. Only a small portion of the corner of that room was lit by unnatural light. The moon glows on her perfect body and she flings back her hair. He notes the soft triangle shape that covers her virginity. He knew she was a virgin. She had always been despite the fact that she groveled for sex and acted like a floozy.
"I could use something strong to drink. There's already a crowd downstairs, Dante. Can you hear the tempo of the music outside? Beautiful music these Brazilians play huh?"
"Get going, Virginte. We've got work to do." he lets out a ragged sigh.
(The way to hell and back)
Virgil leads Trish through a spiral tunnel and you can hear the groans of grasping spirits wanting to tear each other apart. There was a sense of coldness all around and absolute dread. What did anyone expect? Hell to be a nice place where you can get a suntan and free sex and drugs? Well, she muses to herself, the sex and drugs were free but they were more forced on you. Even the sado masochists couldn't stand it here.
Trish has been here before, down in this deeper level of hell but never really visited often for she had been with Mundus the whole time, doing his bidding and his errands, whatever they were. For the most part, the past errands were only to keep an eye on certain levels of hells planes and multiple areas. No one could know the possibilities of this kind of world. Not even the mythological stories of Hades in Greek and Roman versions could tell you how terrible it was to live out an eternity here. Although she had seen many of these souls and demons become very acquainted with this lifestyle of immortal existence. It was after all their world now and nothing could ever bring them back to the world of Mother Nature and its physical realms.
There were bridges, lots of them, which hovers precariously atop steaming water, or rather something akin to water and then there were the spirit-demons that ran amuck above them. Trish knew what they were and ignores them even now for the most part. Walking behind Virgil, he is very well suited for this position and so now he assumes ruler ship? His countenance, bearing that of like a general in a successful army or a great warrior who will never be forgotten yet Trish laughs at that concept because Virgil has been forgotten. All the more pity for him really. He is still a very gorgeous man and who could not see the similarities of the twins? Dante and him were so alike in physicality yet their personalities were so different.
"Where are you taking me, Virgil?"
Her voice had echoed off the spectral walls and he turns to look at her, his eyes a firey blue light that seem to bounce off and leave her frozen there. Trish takes a deep breath. She still had her powers and she still can fight like the rest of them and if Virgil tries anything, she'd do well to give him a couple bruises on the way down.
"You're nervous. Stop thinking that I'm going to ravage you."
He laughs in that deep penetrating sort of laughter and he approaches her. Searching into her eyes and smiles,
"It's a pity that you love Dante you know. It would have been nice if you stayed on here after Mundus was pretty much destroyed."
"You miss me, Virgil? My my I never knew you to be so sentimental now that your memory has returned. When did it return, Virgil? After you got your ass kicked by Dante?"
"Watch it. I'm not about to give you the satisfaction of taunting me. It won't work and the more you do it, the more I think you need a lesson in humility. I'm sure we can find ways to humiliate you further than you have been? Huh? What's the matter? My brother didn't want to come and get you?"
She ignores the comment and although she wonders if Dante comes to look for her, she felt the bite of those words and sets it aside. It was better to remember Dante as he was when he had treated her so cruelly that evening and the morning after she left. Fucking Virgil. Asshole was too good of a word for him.
"I don't get it. You knew I was coming? You had to. What is the deal, Virgil."
"I need to get back to the physical world, Trish. Back to humanity."
"What? That's not possible, Virgil. You can only remain here or in deeper levels of hell. There's no way you can go back. Even that is a general rule among the existence of both realms. It's something we are powerless against. Not my powers or yours or Mundus or even Dante can bring us back from the pits of hell."
"That's where you are wrong, Trish."
Trish stares at him. Her mouth gapes open and she was about to say something more but he walks onward leaving her to think about his words. Virgil strides towards the approaching bridge that hovers above the lava pits and bubbling blood and if one can look down, you can see the heads like warped skulls bobbing up and down. She was used to this before, but then again it's been a long time for her hasn't it? Living with Dante among humanity had softened her. Made her see what it was like and she for her part, loves it. The thought gave her a sense of fear and sadness. All these feelings were so fresh and new to her that she curses Dante for giving her this new awakening. The emotion that gave humans their terrible weakness, being vulnerable to onslaughts of good and evil and it was a typical scenario really.
******
"Aw FUCK!"
The curse came from Dante as Virginte slams him against the wall, using her phasing to her utmost advantage, going in and out to give him pain, her physical powers weren't as strong as Trish but she could with her own might do a few good moves and take out her guns. No time to take out her guns, she thinks in quick reflection and the knife that was stuck in the front of her pants now comes slashing out to graze Dante's skin, drawing blood.
The demon hunter was not amused really and his grin reveals to his opponent that he could stand a bit of pain. His physical strength outweighs her and the moment she leaves herself open, that moment of non phasing, he grabs her in a split second and pushes her on the bed in a fluid violence, and pins her with his one leg in the middle and his knee jutting against her groin. Dante's hands held her arms above her and his face now inches from hers. He knew that she could phase herself anytime but to catch her in this position, a situation in which she most desires would give him the upper hand. It was a bit of a sacrifice for him because he hated her but this time he wants the truth.
"Virginte, I'm not fucking around and you better tell me what the hell is going on?!! Stop playing these games with me."
With that he rasps out the last words and looks at her, the same eyes and her smell, although faint traces of death clung to her, there was a distinct sweet flowery scent too that assaults his nose. Her breathing was ragged and she parts her lips to say something but closes them again. The two of them in a locked embrace of violence and something other than just physical lust but Dante holds her fast, waiting for her to say anything.
"Dante…."
"Who the hell are you, Virginte? Who and what the fuck are you??!!"
"What? Now you're asking me where I came from?"
"This is not a matter of guessing games, bitch. I want to know what you did to me and Trish the day she left. What the fuck happened to cause all this. This was your game wasn't it? Some fucking little game that you took it upon yourself to manipulate like you always did in the past."
"Oh Dante…."
She turns her face around, facing away from the demon hunter and her body relaxes, and she could feel the rhythm of both of their hearts as if it were one. The man above her lets her go slowly and starts to get up but Virginte stops him.
"No. Please, don't go, Dante. I want you, please, I want you to hold me…."
The pleading sounds from her mouth were like a thousand haunted ghosts that rang in his ears and he looks at her in puzzlement. She touches him where he had gotten hard from their short exertion and knows this very much excited him. With her being half naked and her boots still on and him just hovering above her body so, it was fascinating to see the other half of herself, the male part of who she would have been or rather what he would have been if he were a female. Wasn't it one of the Chinese religions of ancient history that said we as men and women both possess two aspects of ourselves?
She starts to kiss him, letting her tongue slide across his lips and Dante jerks up, a moment of submission crosses his mind but he is still enraged despite his more needy disposition. He grates out scathingly,
"Virginte, is being a succubus part of your new occupation? Because you know, as much as I am curious I still want to know what is going on. I won't hesistate to kill you."
Her eyes widen and the ministrations of her fingers caressing the back of his silver locks had stopped.
"Dante, please know I did it for your own good. You couldn't kill me even you really wanted. I was going to tell you later. Honest."
"Don't fucking lie. You can't lie very well. Don't kid yourself that I won't kill you, babe."
"I put a spell on you two. Sort of."
Virginte bites her lower lip, waiting for the moment where he might burst out in a sudden violent reaction but he laughs harshly,
"You don't have that kind of power. Liar."
"I spent years in the spiritual world, Dante. Years! I have been able to take something out of there during my long sleep."
"You little bitch. What the fuck is your goal here? To keep me and Trish apart?"
She doesn't answer him and instead she replies softly,
"Dante, we need to go. We need to go outside and find the missing people who have been taken away from your brother."
Her sudden concern to go and find the clues to the murders perplexes him. She was psychotic and deranged, he knew but the unbalance in her still took him aback.
"Missing eh? What about the murdered ones? Can they be taken back?"
"I'm afraid not. You know that but the ones that have vanished can still be brought back here."
"What the fuck does my brother have to do with all of this?"
"If you let me up and take my shower I will tell you everything. This if anything, I promise. Now, let me up. If you don't want me to get up then may I suggest you just take advantage of me? I have wanted a good fuck for so long."
"Ah shit." Dante pushes up quickly and runs a hasty hand through his silver locks, his hands clenches and the blazing blue of his eyes stares at her while the woman with the same silver hair attempts to take her clothes off in front of him. Her breasts round and beautiful, pale against the light coming in from the outside windows. The only light in the room was a singular tiny lamp that barely lit up the entire space. Only a small portion of the corner of that room was lit by unnatural light. The moon glows on her perfect body and she flings back her hair. He notes the soft triangle shape that covers her virginity. He knew she was a virgin. She had always been despite the fact that she groveled for sex and acted like a floozy.
"I could use something strong to drink. There's already a crowd downstairs, Dante. Can you hear the tempo of the music outside? Beautiful music these Brazilians play huh?"
"Get going, Virginte. We've got work to do." he lets out a ragged sigh.