Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own DMC. But this story and the idea are mine. Heh….what a small comfort. grin
AN: This is set during DMC, at the time where Dante is running to get off Mallet Island (is it spelled that way?) and goes on from there.
Well, on to the story.
Fallen angels at my feet
Whispered voices at my ear
Death before my eyes
Lying next to me I fear
She beckons me
Shall I give in
Upon my end shall I begin
Forsaking all I've fallen for
I rise to meet my end
Evanescence - Whisper
Prologue
"Mornië alantië… the words ring true in my ears, in my mind, ever so clear as I wake… they hold true throughout the day and do not fade as the light does with the fall of night.
And it is at this time, when the light fades, that they are most true, that they show the truth behind my lies. At this time when Evil once again comes out to prey on those who linger in the dark, those who dare challenge the dark.
When I am made to show my true colors…
Indeed… Mornië alantië…darkness has fallen.
Chapter one: Aftermath
It was completely silent now. No hint of the divine music that had been heard earlier, no sound of battle, not even the sound of a single breath. The room was meant to be a place of worship, a little piece of heaven, glory and peace in the middle of the turmoil that raged outside.
None of the destruction going on outside its walls showed on the inside. No difference in sight, smell or sound. There was no sign of the legendary battle that had taken place there only moments earlier, of the cry of pain that comes from loss, no sign of anything ever happening there. The only thing that was left was a deafening silence; the silence of a tomb. The tomb of a devil named Trish. But this devil was not aware of the silent room or of the eerie light that shone within it, deceiving to show comfort but not succeeding in its task. For this devil was never to live again, the cost of doing something so against her nature, something so utterly human it would change things forever: She had given her life for another being. She had made the ultimate sacrifice. But this knowledge would stay within the room, never leaving, never to be known to others, only to the silence within. And for the devil Trish all was dark. She knew not of the silence or of the battle that was before the silence. And so, the room stayed silent, as it would be until it crumbled with the rest of the underworld.
But then the silence was broken.
A whisper of a breath was heard. And then another, followed by yet another. Then, a cough. The darkness in which the she-devil resided was lifting. Suddenly everything was grey for her. Silence was far from what she heard now. The sound of her once again beating heart rushed in her ears. The sound of breaths being drawn, gasped.
And the tomb was no longer silent but instead filled with the sound of life.
End Chapter 1.
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