Disclaimer-i dont own any DMC characters. Don't sue me.
A thanks and a big hug to Sharon for helping me get this story up.
Sry these chaps. are short, but they will get longer and better...i promise. If they dont, u can shove rabid, starving weasels down my pants.
Chapter 2
12:00 midnight-Blackstone Bridge
The sun had lost its battle with the clouds and it had begun to rain heavily on Marodigm city. Lightning flashed, thunder roared, a man, Dante, walked purposefully along the bridge, battling the elements. He struggled under one of the tall bridge supporting towers. It didn't help much; the wind was so strong that it blew the rain under the tower anyway. He waited.
In the distance, he could see two pinpricks of light...headlights. They moved steadily closer to him. Soon, he could see the large black limousine as it pulled up to him. The door opened and a hand beckoned him inside.
He sat down on the black leather seat and looked around. The interior was lined with red velvet. The floor was carpeted in a deep blood red. The mini bar was opened to reveal small bottles of expensive cognac and bourbon.
Across from him sat a woman. She was thin, shapely, and tall, dressed mostly in black leather. She had an ominous look about her, almost as though she were more than she looked. In fact, she seemed almost familiar to him, but he couldn't quite remember from where, even though he was sure he had never met her before.
"Hello, Dante," she said. "I am Kara Feros. As you know, I have requested your assistance with a demon. If your reputation is at all accurate, this should be no trouble for you at all."
"It had better be worth my time," Dante said, unenthusiastically, "because don't need some little girl hiring me to do menial tasks like taking out some small, pathetic imp."
"Don't worry, even if you dislike this task, I'll make it worth your time."
"Really? And how, may I ask, do you plan to do that?"
"By paying you two million dollars."
Dante considered this. Two million dollars, he thought. I guess i could use the money, and I need something to do.
"Fine," Dante said. "Give me the details."
"Millennia ago, there was a great war," Kara explained, "which shook the very foundations of Hell itself. Originally, humankind was enslaved by the demon Chronius. As you know, your father, the demon Sparda, led a human rebellion and overthrew Chronius. To ensure that Chronius would never return, he sealed the demon deep within the pits of Hell. To do this, he embedded his legendary sword, which he called Sparda, after himself, in the entrance the the pit where the demon was sealed. Since then, Chronius has been searching for a way to escape. Recently, one of the demons who remained loyal to Chronius removed the sword, and now the seal is degenerating."
"But the seal is in Hell," Dante protested. "How could it possibly affect us?"
"Dante, you know Chronius' influence will affect our world too. In fact, if he finds a way to enter our world, chaos would ensue. The entire human race would be enslaved again. I know that you don't want that to happen, so please, Dante. Please help me."
She's right, He thought. Damnit. I always have to save the human race.
"Alright," said Dante. "You've got yourself a deal: one dead demon for two million dollars. Where do I start?
"There is an old military base that has been showing signs of demonic activity," Kara said. "You could try there."
Before she had finished her sentence, Dante was gone
A thanks and a big hug to Sharon for helping me get this story up.
Sry these chaps. are short, but they will get longer and better...i promise. If they dont, u can shove rabid, starving weasels down my pants.
Chapter 2
12:00 midnight-Blackstone Bridge
The sun had lost its battle with the clouds and it had begun to rain heavily on Marodigm city. Lightning flashed, thunder roared, a man, Dante, walked purposefully along the bridge, battling the elements. He struggled under one of the tall bridge supporting towers. It didn't help much; the wind was so strong that it blew the rain under the tower anyway. He waited.
In the distance, he could see two pinpricks of light...headlights. They moved steadily closer to him. Soon, he could see the large black limousine as it pulled up to him. The door opened and a hand beckoned him inside.
He sat down on the black leather seat and looked around. The interior was lined with red velvet. The floor was carpeted in a deep blood red. The mini bar was opened to reveal small bottles of expensive cognac and bourbon.
Across from him sat a woman. She was thin, shapely, and tall, dressed mostly in black leather. She had an ominous look about her, almost as though she were more than she looked. In fact, she seemed almost familiar to him, but he couldn't quite remember from where, even though he was sure he had never met her before.
"Hello, Dante," she said. "I am Kara Feros. As you know, I have requested your assistance with a demon. If your reputation is at all accurate, this should be no trouble for you at all."
"It had better be worth my time," Dante said, unenthusiastically, "because don't need some little girl hiring me to do menial tasks like taking out some small, pathetic imp."
"Don't worry, even if you dislike this task, I'll make it worth your time."
"Really? And how, may I ask, do you plan to do that?"
"By paying you two million dollars."
Dante considered this. Two million dollars, he thought. I guess i could use the money, and I need something to do.
"Fine," Dante said. "Give me the details."
"Millennia ago, there was a great war," Kara explained, "which shook the very foundations of Hell itself. Originally, humankind was enslaved by the demon Chronius. As you know, your father, the demon Sparda, led a human rebellion and overthrew Chronius. To ensure that Chronius would never return, he sealed the demon deep within the pits of Hell. To do this, he embedded his legendary sword, which he called Sparda, after himself, in the entrance the the pit where the demon was sealed. Since then, Chronius has been searching for a way to escape. Recently, one of the demons who remained loyal to Chronius removed the sword, and now the seal is degenerating."
"But the seal is in Hell," Dante protested. "How could it possibly affect us?"
"Dante, you know Chronius' influence will affect our world too. In fact, if he finds a way to enter our world, chaos would ensue. The entire human race would be enslaved again. I know that you don't want that to happen, so please, Dante. Please help me."
She's right, He thought. Damnit. I always have to save the human race.
"Alright," said Dante. "You've got yourself a deal: one dead demon for two million dollars. Where do I start?
"There is an old military base that has been showing signs of demonic activity," Kara said. "You could try there."
Before she had finished her sentence, Dante was gone