They are all on a bad day: Take 8
*****
"Oh really? You do? Well now, since we weren't properly introduced, the names Trish, and I'd like you to try and kick my ass!"
"Believe me, when I'm done with you, you'll be begging me to serve your head on a platter like the queen of Sheba did with John."
Trish looks at her oddly because it didn't sound quite right what she heard, then yells back tauntingly,
"If you wanted me dead why were you pointing the gun at Dante's head?"
"Because I like getting near him." Virginte snickers, "And believe me, we got very near A LOT."
"Not as near as I'm gonna be!"
Trish didn't even give the platinum haired beauty a chance to counter a response as her opponent shoots an array of bullets towards her way. Virginte barely rolls away to avoid more damage to her dry cleaned special garments, which she could not find anywhere on earth. The scraping of her shiny boots make whisper marks as she tries to jump back up after several rolls to get away from Trish's attack.
"Fucking bitch! You made me have all these damn scratches on my new boots!"
whines Virginte in angry child like frustration, and with the quick speed of a lightning rod forward flips, lands right behind Trish. Trish turns in that half split second and Virginte lands a solid punch to the blondes jaw.
"Looks like they're going to get along great."
Virgil says out loud to Dante. The demon hunter half grins at his brother, his gun still pointed at him, then before they both could lunge an assault on each other, the entire underworld starts to shake. The ceilings filled with jagged uneven spikes and hanging lava solid icicle-like cones start to fall all around them and make deafening noises like loud thunder.
"No! What the fuck is going on?! Not this again? Another one of those quakes underground? Shit!"
Dante's brother was momentarily taken aback as he screamed out those words, which give the hunter a chance to tackle him to the ground, a large and sharp cone falls where they had shortly stood.
"Give us back the people you abducted, Virgil or you'll see yourself lord of maggots beneath the deepest and bottomless well of hell!!"
Dante had shouted out the words to his brother while he was atop him, busying his fist by pummeling the other's jaw.
Meanwhile, Trish was a bit taken a bit by surprise at the speed in which Virginte displayed and glad that this woman didn't possess much in physical strength.
"Maybe I should return the favor, right, Virginte? An eye for an eye and a punch for a punch?"
The blonde swiftly kicks the other with the swiftness of her leg, causing Virginte to fall back unbalanced and Trish lands a whammy on the offered side cheek of her pretty contender, and the silver haired girl phases in and out of her body, backing up and shaking her long hair aside. That hurt her like hell!
"Bitch! You're going to pay for that!" Virginte hisses, a bit angry at herself for letting Trish get to her face, feeling the pain of those punches. Damn, she thinks, Trish can land a solid punch! But only because the damned blonde had the strength! And with her spiritual witchy powers she phases quickly out to avoid another one of Trish's punches. Virginte catches the other unaware and with a vise like grip holds her arm around the neck of the blonde. Pulling Trish's head backward and kneeing the curve of her back from behind, and with her other hand takes out a knife and slices her neck.
"Therefore, I tell you, her many sins have been forgiven - for she loved much. But he who has been forgiven little loves little, Trish, and that's from our friend Luke, verse 7, and this little blood letting is from yours truly. HA!"
Blood oozes out of Trish's neck and the pain of it rendered her a moment's shock while just seconds ago she was trying to get her wits in order at Virginte's power. She didn't understand what the younger woman was talking about. It sounded like bible quoting or something.The fact that she fought so wickedly and dirty gave Trish just enough time to hold the blood that flowed out with her one hand.
She had to save herself and heal! And Trish devil triggered her way to set Virginte back twenty feet in the air, landing against the wall with a thud, and her head hitting the sharp object there. Her body went limp and fell in a heap on the floor.
Virginte did not move.
The entire place was shaking violently and Virgil unbalances Dante to send him flying backward with his fiery blow, leaving smoldering fires on his brother's attire.
Trish ran over to the pits where the humans were kept and decides that Dante and Virgil can duke it out without her. She needed Gryphon's help too to get the innocents out of there and back to where they came from. It was not their time. Nor is it up to Virgil to go back to the world where humans roamed. She finds him not too far away. Witnessing the action the four of them were doing.
Gryphon complies, informing the blonde what she knew in herself already, suspicions confirmed by his words, "The Underworld is going to be destroyed further, sending the rest of us further in the pits, someone or something is upset at the imbalance since the abductions of the missing humans."
"Let's hurry, Gryphon!"
Before she set off to her tasks, she sees the floating device. A token from Virginte eh? Alright, well, Trish muses to herself. It's mine now.
*****
(And the light comes on underground)
Virginte wakes up and the first thing she sees is the sky, or what appears like a sky, the waters of the waterfalls above her are the lavas of corpses entwined in blood and churning guts. The smell of carcass stirs faintly in her nostrils and she begins to fear.....her senses reeling and in sudden movement, she gets up to find herself above the broken marbled steps of something ancient and ugly. The spirits here weren't the kind of spirits that she remembers in her spiritual realm. They had a definite unkind emotion in them, more than unkind, they scream for vengeance and for sorrow. It hurt her senses and she wants to scream but the words fail to leave her parched lips.
Abruptly, she sees something that is recognizable and different. The tall statue of Christ the Redeemer that stands with arms outstretched atop the rainforest-covered mountain of Corcovado that she remembers…..not so long ago….
Her heart beats a couple beats and she smiles, this familiarity helps her fear and she feels odd. What and where is she? Getting up from her place the view she sees in front of her, the statue of Christ is not exactly Christ, as she steps closer and closer and its feature changes. Virginte walks up to it and notices the immediate transformation. There in the face of what she felt was Christ who she had loved in her heart and soul was his face. No. Not him. What the hell is this?
"You like it?"
The voice startles her and she whips around to see HIM. Sitting there with one leg bended, his arm over it, props up on the throne he sat upon. His other leg stretches out, and there was an amusing smile that tugs at the corner of his lip, an upturned gesture that he was amused at what he saw. The icy blue of his eyes glitter in the hazy atmosphere and she gasps out loud. He wore his hair like he always had in the past, how she remembers him and will always remember him by, with his platinum color strands clean and brushed back beautifully. His features were just as beautiful, chiseled and agonizingly demonic for she felt the fear come back again, hoping for the tears that sting behind her eyes would not fall. The planes of his face distinctive and immeasurable in its languish expression, making him appear more ethereal, more devilishly gorgeous.
"Virgil? What? How?"
The words uttered sounded foreign and she backs up, only to have her back against the Christ statue that bore his face. Turning slightly she flinches and sees him laughing there on his throne and it doesn't take a genius to see how angry he was despite his lax position. There was a distinct edge to his body language, taut and ready to spring at her if she dares……
"I'm dreaming….?"
She makes another attempt to talk but he gets up, pushes himself off to walk over to her. Virginte is visibly shaking; she is in hell for there's no other reason why he would be here or rather why she would be standing here. She asks him why didn't she go back to her spiritual realm then? The panic she felt inside came in multiple waves and the tears she feels start to fall.
"Tears, Virginte? That's not your style."
His voice, deep and resonating, fall like daggers in her subconscious mind and she props herself up against the statue behind her, the words coming out in a struggle for breath,
"Virgil…..I …what am I doing here? For fucking Christ's sake!!"
Her screams were muffled in his violent kiss, his strong grip pulls at the back of her long silver hair and as abruptly as he kissed her, sends her flying back against the statue with the strength of his violent push.
Virginte emits a moan and she pushes herself to get away but he stops her, her every move barred by his quick reflexes.
"What's the matter, Virginte, don't like hell?"
"You fucking bastard! I hate you!"
"No you don't. You have always wanted me and Dante. Always. Now in place of Dante, you get me. Surprise, surprise. "
His grin widens and Virginte faces him, a little courage coming back into her veins and she swings a punch at him but was immediately blocked by his strong grip. His hand pulls hers in a binding twist behind her.
"Virgil…please."
"Welcome to your home, Virginte. I hope you like it because I'm going to enjoy your presence."
"Fuck you."
"Wouldn't that be fuck me?"
"So it didn't work! Your fucking plan didn't work! Why do I have to be here?"
"Didn't you know, Virginte?"
"What?"
"You're the compensation if the plan didn't work."
******
(Back at Devil Never Cry)
"Do you see anything, Trish?"
"Yeah, she's there and she's frightened. I think she'll become accustom to Virgil and her new home."
They were looking at a small global sphere that could peek inside the underworld for a mere few minutes. Yet it was too small for both of them to look in and Trish scans the rest of the area, being glad she was gone from that place. She didn't know whether she was sorry for Virginte or for Virgil. They were both a handful. They could keep each other company and none would be bored. The thought gave her a bit of satisfaction.
"Do you think it was wise of me to make this decision?"
The tall blonde shakes her head at Dante's slight regret, making her blond tresses fly about her. She was glad for the banishment of the annoying little bitch. But she was more worried about how Dante felt. She tries to look into his face and see if he had any feelings or inkling towards the lost woman whose feminine features would have been his had Dante been a woman.
"I'm glad we were able to get out of there and placed all the humans back on earth."
"Virgil almost had me when he tried to fry my ass but you know, I think that shit ass brother of mine has feelings for me."
"Really? Virgil has feelings? He never had feelings before. Oh okay he has bad wicked kind of feelings, I'll give him that."
"No, No, he would have delayed me there and have kept us in his hell hole but let us go."
"What?! Virgil allowed that? What the fuck is going on here? Is there something you are NOT telling me?"
"My brother is very strange and deranged, okay, Trish? Don't ask. But he did very much want to come back to earth to live."
Trish lets out a sigh, "Why? He hates humankind for the most part. He has a short temper and he's an asshole, worse than you!"
"He thought that by luring me to the underworld again and taking his chances by abducting a good amount of innocent humans he'd be able to exchange me to be the ruler in his wake."
"Risky plan for Virgil. I told him it would upset the balance. We would all die and immortality would be no more for our kind, Dante. He was willing to do all that? Why? What possible reason would he want to come back? To be with you?"
"My brother has his own agenda. I can try and read his mind but that would be violating his personal space."
"You guys can read minds?"
Trish was astonished again, remember Virgil doing that to her as well. She bites her lower lip and wonders if Dante tried to read her dirty thoughts before. Trying not to blush she listens to his deep soothing voice,
"Not really, Trish, but we're very close. I mean not close in the sense that we've spent a good deal with each other over the years but since our birth we've had a deeper connection that defies everything logical. You have to remember, Trish, being the overlord of hell gives you more power than you can possibly hope. The only thing, is you cannot come back. Ever."
The blonde nods her head and she wanted to ask, just ask again, about the mystery of Virginte.
"Dante, what about Virginte? Where did she come from? I mean, who is she to you and Virgil?"
Dante notices the concern and fear in her face and chuckles, saying the honest words that should place her growing fear to rest,
"Don't worry, Trish. I love you. That's all you need to know."
The words felt like it had lifted up a thousand daggers in her bottomless heart. Of all the years she had spent with Dante, he never told her he loved her. He said he loved her. The blonde fell in his arms and kisses him, whispering lastly,
"You only love me because I look like your mother."
"Yes, that is true. Like father like son, babe."
Trish rolls her eyes and touches her neck, the small scar there was a gift from Virginte. "Since you got to go on vacation with your other female self, and I'm wickedly jealous at the fact that my vacation ended up in hell! I'd like to go dance the samba with you."
"Oh really? Now?" one quizical silver brow lifts up at her comment and the idea of Trish doing samba brought a delayed chuckle from him.
"What? You don't think I can dance?"
"No. What about doing a samba in Rio with me."
"You mean it?" Trish was so happy that she was going to go on a little trip with Dante that she couldn't help her enthusiastic reply.
"No. But we can do a little Rio action upstairs. What do you say, Trish? I'm so fucking horny right now. See, feel this."
Trish wasn't one for being the blushing shy maid but she did what he asked and flusters, "Fuck, Dante, if you weren't so fucking gorgeous and if I weren't so....."
The words were cut off as Dante possesses her lips. For a time they were held like that and when his lips had lifted from hers, he says,
"What were you about to say?"
"You fucking jerk! I really really wanted to go to Rio!!!"
She pummels at him with her fists, "You are making this day a bad day!"
"Uh uh babe, NO MORE bad days for us okay?"
That caused them both to chuckle, until finally they kissed passionately.
Trish leans over and turns off the light. The dying natural light had made it's way over to the other side of the world.
*****
*****
"Oh really? You do? Well now, since we weren't properly introduced, the names Trish, and I'd like you to try and kick my ass!"
"Believe me, when I'm done with you, you'll be begging me to serve your head on a platter like the queen of Sheba did with John."
Trish looks at her oddly because it didn't sound quite right what she heard, then yells back tauntingly,
"If you wanted me dead why were you pointing the gun at Dante's head?"
"Because I like getting near him." Virginte snickers, "And believe me, we got very near A LOT."
"Not as near as I'm gonna be!"
Trish didn't even give the platinum haired beauty a chance to counter a response as her opponent shoots an array of bullets towards her way. Virginte barely rolls away to avoid more damage to her dry cleaned special garments, which she could not find anywhere on earth. The scraping of her shiny boots make whisper marks as she tries to jump back up after several rolls to get away from Trish's attack.
"Fucking bitch! You made me have all these damn scratches on my new boots!"
whines Virginte in angry child like frustration, and with the quick speed of a lightning rod forward flips, lands right behind Trish. Trish turns in that half split second and Virginte lands a solid punch to the blondes jaw.
"Looks like they're going to get along great."
Virgil says out loud to Dante. The demon hunter half grins at his brother, his gun still pointed at him, then before they both could lunge an assault on each other, the entire underworld starts to shake. The ceilings filled with jagged uneven spikes and hanging lava solid icicle-like cones start to fall all around them and make deafening noises like loud thunder.
"No! What the fuck is going on?! Not this again? Another one of those quakes underground? Shit!"
Dante's brother was momentarily taken aback as he screamed out those words, which give the hunter a chance to tackle him to the ground, a large and sharp cone falls where they had shortly stood.
"Give us back the people you abducted, Virgil or you'll see yourself lord of maggots beneath the deepest and bottomless well of hell!!"
Dante had shouted out the words to his brother while he was atop him, busying his fist by pummeling the other's jaw.
Meanwhile, Trish was a bit taken a bit by surprise at the speed in which Virginte displayed and glad that this woman didn't possess much in physical strength.
"Maybe I should return the favor, right, Virginte? An eye for an eye and a punch for a punch?"
The blonde swiftly kicks the other with the swiftness of her leg, causing Virginte to fall back unbalanced and Trish lands a whammy on the offered side cheek of her pretty contender, and the silver haired girl phases in and out of her body, backing up and shaking her long hair aside. That hurt her like hell!
"Bitch! You're going to pay for that!" Virginte hisses, a bit angry at herself for letting Trish get to her face, feeling the pain of those punches. Damn, she thinks, Trish can land a solid punch! But only because the damned blonde had the strength! And with her spiritual witchy powers she phases quickly out to avoid another one of Trish's punches. Virginte catches the other unaware and with a vise like grip holds her arm around the neck of the blonde. Pulling Trish's head backward and kneeing the curve of her back from behind, and with her other hand takes out a knife and slices her neck.
"Therefore, I tell you, her many sins have been forgiven - for she loved much. But he who has been forgiven little loves little, Trish, and that's from our friend Luke, verse 7, and this little blood letting is from yours truly. HA!"
Blood oozes out of Trish's neck and the pain of it rendered her a moment's shock while just seconds ago she was trying to get her wits in order at Virginte's power. She didn't understand what the younger woman was talking about. It sounded like bible quoting or something.The fact that she fought so wickedly and dirty gave Trish just enough time to hold the blood that flowed out with her one hand.
She had to save herself and heal! And Trish devil triggered her way to set Virginte back twenty feet in the air, landing against the wall with a thud, and her head hitting the sharp object there. Her body went limp and fell in a heap on the floor.
Virginte did not move.
The entire place was shaking violently and Virgil unbalances Dante to send him flying backward with his fiery blow, leaving smoldering fires on his brother's attire.
Trish ran over to the pits where the humans were kept and decides that Dante and Virgil can duke it out without her. She needed Gryphon's help too to get the innocents out of there and back to where they came from. It was not their time. Nor is it up to Virgil to go back to the world where humans roamed. She finds him not too far away. Witnessing the action the four of them were doing.
Gryphon complies, informing the blonde what she knew in herself already, suspicions confirmed by his words, "The Underworld is going to be destroyed further, sending the rest of us further in the pits, someone or something is upset at the imbalance since the abductions of the missing humans."
"Let's hurry, Gryphon!"
Before she set off to her tasks, she sees the floating device. A token from Virginte eh? Alright, well, Trish muses to herself. It's mine now.
*****
(And the light comes on underground)
Virginte wakes up and the first thing she sees is the sky, or what appears like a sky, the waters of the waterfalls above her are the lavas of corpses entwined in blood and churning guts. The smell of carcass stirs faintly in her nostrils and she begins to fear.....her senses reeling and in sudden movement, she gets up to find herself above the broken marbled steps of something ancient and ugly. The spirits here weren't the kind of spirits that she remembers in her spiritual realm. They had a definite unkind emotion in them, more than unkind, they scream for vengeance and for sorrow. It hurt her senses and she wants to scream but the words fail to leave her parched lips.
Abruptly, she sees something that is recognizable and different. The tall statue of Christ the Redeemer that stands with arms outstretched atop the rainforest-covered mountain of Corcovado that she remembers…..not so long ago….
Her heart beats a couple beats and she smiles, this familiarity helps her fear and she feels odd. What and where is she? Getting up from her place the view she sees in front of her, the statue of Christ is not exactly Christ, as she steps closer and closer and its feature changes. Virginte walks up to it and notices the immediate transformation. There in the face of what she felt was Christ who she had loved in her heart and soul was his face. No. Not him. What the hell is this?
"You like it?"
The voice startles her and she whips around to see HIM. Sitting there with one leg bended, his arm over it, props up on the throne he sat upon. His other leg stretches out, and there was an amusing smile that tugs at the corner of his lip, an upturned gesture that he was amused at what he saw. The icy blue of his eyes glitter in the hazy atmosphere and she gasps out loud. He wore his hair like he always had in the past, how she remembers him and will always remember him by, with his platinum color strands clean and brushed back beautifully. His features were just as beautiful, chiseled and agonizingly demonic for she felt the fear come back again, hoping for the tears that sting behind her eyes would not fall. The planes of his face distinctive and immeasurable in its languish expression, making him appear more ethereal, more devilishly gorgeous.
"Virgil? What? How?"
The words uttered sounded foreign and she backs up, only to have her back against the Christ statue that bore his face. Turning slightly she flinches and sees him laughing there on his throne and it doesn't take a genius to see how angry he was despite his lax position. There was a distinct edge to his body language, taut and ready to spring at her if she dares……
"I'm dreaming….?"
She makes another attempt to talk but he gets up, pushes himself off to walk over to her. Virginte is visibly shaking; she is in hell for there's no other reason why he would be here or rather why she would be standing here. She asks him why didn't she go back to her spiritual realm then? The panic she felt inside came in multiple waves and the tears she feels start to fall.
"Tears, Virginte? That's not your style."
His voice, deep and resonating, fall like daggers in her subconscious mind and she props herself up against the statue behind her, the words coming out in a struggle for breath,
"Virgil…..I …what am I doing here? For fucking Christ's sake!!"
Her screams were muffled in his violent kiss, his strong grip pulls at the back of her long silver hair and as abruptly as he kissed her, sends her flying back against the statue with the strength of his violent push.
Virginte emits a moan and she pushes herself to get away but he stops her, her every move barred by his quick reflexes.
"What's the matter, Virginte, don't like hell?"
"You fucking bastard! I hate you!"
"No you don't. You have always wanted me and Dante. Always. Now in place of Dante, you get me. Surprise, surprise. "
His grin widens and Virginte faces him, a little courage coming back into her veins and she swings a punch at him but was immediately blocked by his strong grip. His hand pulls hers in a binding twist behind her.
"Virgil…please."
"Welcome to your home, Virginte. I hope you like it because I'm going to enjoy your presence."
"Fuck you."
"Wouldn't that be fuck me?"
"So it didn't work! Your fucking plan didn't work! Why do I have to be here?"
"Didn't you know, Virginte?"
"What?"
"You're the compensation if the plan didn't work."
******
(Back at Devil Never Cry)
"Do you see anything, Trish?"
"Yeah, she's there and she's frightened. I think she'll become accustom to Virgil and her new home."
They were looking at a small global sphere that could peek inside the underworld for a mere few minutes. Yet it was too small for both of them to look in and Trish scans the rest of the area, being glad she was gone from that place. She didn't know whether she was sorry for Virginte or for Virgil. They were both a handful. They could keep each other company and none would be bored. The thought gave her a bit of satisfaction.
"Do you think it was wise of me to make this decision?"
The tall blonde shakes her head at Dante's slight regret, making her blond tresses fly about her. She was glad for the banishment of the annoying little bitch. But she was more worried about how Dante felt. She tries to look into his face and see if he had any feelings or inkling towards the lost woman whose feminine features would have been his had Dante been a woman.
"I'm glad we were able to get out of there and placed all the humans back on earth."
"Virgil almost had me when he tried to fry my ass but you know, I think that shit ass brother of mine has feelings for me."
"Really? Virgil has feelings? He never had feelings before. Oh okay he has bad wicked kind of feelings, I'll give him that."
"No, No, he would have delayed me there and have kept us in his hell hole but let us go."
"What?! Virgil allowed that? What the fuck is going on here? Is there something you are NOT telling me?"
"My brother is very strange and deranged, okay, Trish? Don't ask. But he did very much want to come back to earth to live."
Trish lets out a sigh, "Why? He hates humankind for the most part. He has a short temper and he's an asshole, worse than you!"
"He thought that by luring me to the underworld again and taking his chances by abducting a good amount of innocent humans he'd be able to exchange me to be the ruler in his wake."
"Risky plan for Virgil. I told him it would upset the balance. We would all die and immortality would be no more for our kind, Dante. He was willing to do all that? Why? What possible reason would he want to come back? To be with you?"
"My brother has his own agenda. I can try and read his mind but that would be violating his personal space."
"You guys can read minds?"
Trish was astonished again, remember Virgil doing that to her as well. She bites her lower lip and wonders if Dante tried to read her dirty thoughts before. Trying not to blush she listens to his deep soothing voice,
"Not really, Trish, but we're very close. I mean not close in the sense that we've spent a good deal with each other over the years but since our birth we've had a deeper connection that defies everything logical. You have to remember, Trish, being the overlord of hell gives you more power than you can possibly hope. The only thing, is you cannot come back. Ever."
The blonde nods her head and she wanted to ask, just ask again, about the mystery of Virginte.
"Dante, what about Virginte? Where did she come from? I mean, who is she to you and Virgil?"
Dante notices the concern and fear in her face and chuckles, saying the honest words that should place her growing fear to rest,
"Don't worry, Trish. I love you. That's all you need to know."
The words felt like it had lifted up a thousand daggers in her bottomless heart. Of all the years she had spent with Dante, he never told her he loved her. He said he loved her. The blonde fell in his arms and kisses him, whispering lastly,
"You only love me because I look like your mother."
"Yes, that is true. Like father like son, babe."
Trish rolls her eyes and touches her neck, the small scar there was a gift from Virginte. "Since you got to go on vacation with your other female self, and I'm wickedly jealous at the fact that my vacation ended up in hell! I'd like to go dance the samba with you."
"Oh really? Now?" one quizical silver brow lifts up at her comment and the idea of Trish doing samba brought a delayed chuckle from him.
"What? You don't think I can dance?"
"No. What about doing a samba in Rio with me."
"You mean it?" Trish was so happy that she was going to go on a little trip with Dante that she couldn't help her enthusiastic reply.
"No. But we can do a little Rio action upstairs. What do you say, Trish? I'm so fucking horny right now. See, feel this."
Trish wasn't one for being the blushing shy maid but she did what he asked and flusters, "Fuck, Dante, if you weren't so fucking gorgeous and if I weren't so....."
The words were cut off as Dante possesses her lips. For a time they were held like that and when his lips had lifted from hers, he says,
"What were you about to say?"
"You fucking jerk! I really really wanted to go to Rio!!!"
She pummels at him with her fists, "You are making this day a bad day!"
"Uh uh babe, NO MORE bad days for us okay?"
That caused them both to chuckle, until finally they kissed passionately.
Trish leans over and turns off the light. The dying natural light had made it's way over to the other side of the world.
*****