Hello to those who are obviously reading this. I'm burry, and
I'm sure if you're reading this, you probably read The Sons of
Dante. Well, if you didn't, don't worry. This is a prequel,
not a sequel, so you won't miss anything. I'm sure I know a
few people who are going to read this. waves at everyone who
read T.S.O.D. What's up?! I hope I write this one better that
the last. I couldn't think of a better title for the story, so
oh well. I'm gonna let you know that this takes place about 21
years before T.S.O.D.
Chapter 1 The Relic & Demitri
Today was the first day in about a week that Dante had had a day off. It was dusk as Dante walked into the local bar and took a seat at the counter.
The bartender walked over and put his hands on the counter.
"Hey there, Dante. Get yourself any demons today?"
Dante slouched a bit, in a relaxed position. He stretched. "Not today." He groaned through his stretch. "I'm just chillin' out."
The bartender gave a quick laugh. "That so? Well hey, let me get you a drink, huh?"
Dante just knodded. The bartender went and made him a drink, then brought it back to Dante.
As Dante sipped at his drink, his ears caught an interesting conversation.
"So you lived there?!" A young voice said with a hint of surprise in his tone.
"Yeah. One hell of a shit hole. Barely made it out alive." An older, rougher voice said.
Dante looked to his side and saw an older, maybe 45 year old man with salt and pepper hair sitting across from a much younger man with silver hair in much in much the same style as Dantes, but shorter.
They sat at their table, silent for a moment, then the young man started with the conversation again.
"So. . .what were you doing there?" He asked excitedly.
The older man shifter a bit. "Well, you know I'm a surveyer. I was mapping out the Island, since it was uncharted."
The boy frowned a bit. "So it isn't on a map?"
"No, but. . ."
The boy started again after a few moments. "What's there?"
Dante was getting rather curious about what they were talking about. He continued with his drink, keeping an ear on the conversation.
"There's a shit load of demons, and supposably an ancient relic there that will bring a person back to life. I never saw it, but many people there told me about it."
Now Dante became VERY interested. He quickly finished off his drink and walked over.
"Sorry, but I couldn't help overhearing your conversatoin over here. May I ask where this place is?" Dante asked politely.
The older man looked straight into Dantes eyes, which ont many people did. His eyes widened.
"You're. . ."
Dante knodded and showed one of his famous smirks.
"Yep. I'm Dante Sparda."
The man knodded slowly. "This place I was at was pretty bad off when I left. There are demons everywhere."
Dante grinned, almost surprised that the man would bother warning him., knowing who he was.
"So? I could have figured that much."
The younger man decided to butt in and speak with Dante too. "You wanna go, sir?" The boy's voice was tinged with excitement.
Dante ignored the boys question and continued with the older man.
"So. . .I heard you say something about a relic that brings back the dead?" Dante recalled.
The old man knodded. "Yes, that's correct."
Dante smiled. "Interesting. . ."
He thought to himself for a moment. He wondered what the demons were planning. He closed his eyes for a moment and saw his mothers face.
"Mother. . ." He daid at a whisper.
The older man cocked his head. "You plan to go?"
Dante knodded after a second of thought.
The young man looked to the old one. "Mr. Marcus, how would he get there if it's uncharted?"
The old man , now known as Marcus, reached into his jacket pocket. After digging around, he pulled out a large piece of wrinkled paper and handed it to the boy.
Dante saw a fire light in the boy's aqua green eyes as he looked at the paper. Dante saw that it was a roughly sketched map. It didn't look finished. Dante hovered over the boy, who had a cocky grin on his face. He heard him say something to himself.
"This'll mean some fun time for me!" The boy whispered excitedly.
Dante laughed. The boy came out of his wicked little trance and stared at Dante. "What?" He asked, cocking his head to one side.
"With an attitude like that you'll end up dead the minute you get there." Dante laughed.
The boy gave a triumphant laugh, even though he had nothing to to be proud of. He smirked. "I can handle demons, no problem! Just let me go home and get ready and I'll go!"
"Fine, go on then." Dante said, waving his hand to the boy. With that, the boy hopped up and left the bar.
Dante stood, silent for a moment. Marcus motioned for him to sit where the boy had been.
Dante took the seat. "Who's the kid?" Dante asked, still thinking that the boy was a moron.
"That's Demitri." Marcus explained as a waitress brought him a drink. He took a drink and continued. "Demitri is the son of an old friend of mine. My friend died about ten years ago, and I took care of Demi for a while."
Dante gave his head a quick knod, to show his understanding. He leaned back in his chair a bit, relaxing. As he did, Marcus chuckled. Dante eyed him.
"What's so funny, gramps?" Dante asked in a warning tone.
"Huh? Oh, it's nothing. I just didn't expect the son of the legendary demon knight to be so. . .laid back."
"Whatever." Dante said with a sigh.
Marcus took a few more drinks before speaking again. "Well, if you're planning on going, I'd suggest you go get ready. Demitri will be back in about an hour. You do know he'll want to go with you, right?"
Dante sighed. He did want to go, but he figured the boy would just be a thorn in his side. "Hey, if the boy wants to die, let him. He probably can't even fight."
"His father taught him. He's pretty good." Marcus defended.
Dante shrugged and stood up. "I'll go get ready, give me two hours. But I'd like to know how we're supposed to get there."
Marcus finished off his drink and sat his mug down. "Don't worry, I'll take care of that." He said with a slight grin. Dante raised an eyebrow and shrugged again. He walked to the door and turned around.
"I'll come back here when I'm ready, so wait for me, okay?" Dante called. Marcus knodded and Dante walked out the door.
Alrighty. That is the first chapter. I promise that this story will have more action than the last. I've got so many ideas running through my head, I want to write like crazy. (I'm glad that people enjoy my work! Only thing I've ever been recognized for is my drawings.) Anyways, give me some reviews, just to let me know that this is being read.
Chapter 1 The Relic & Demitri
Today was the first day in about a week that Dante had had a day off. It was dusk as Dante walked into the local bar and took a seat at the counter.
The bartender walked over and put his hands on the counter.
"Hey there, Dante. Get yourself any demons today?"
Dante slouched a bit, in a relaxed position. He stretched. "Not today." He groaned through his stretch. "I'm just chillin' out."
The bartender gave a quick laugh. "That so? Well hey, let me get you a drink, huh?"
Dante just knodded. The bartender went and made him a drink, then brought it back to Dante.
As Dante sipped at his drink, his ears caught an interesting conversation.
"So you lived there?!" A young voice said with a hint of surprise in his tone.
"Yeah. One hell of a shit hole. Barely made it out alive." An older, rougher voice said.
Dante looked to his side and saw an older, maybe 45 year old man with salt and pepper hair sitting across from a much younger man with silver hair in much in much the same style as Dantes, but shorter.
They sat at their table, silent for a moment, then the young man started with the conversation again.
"So. . .what were you doing there?" He asked excitedly.
The older man shifter a bit. "Well, you know I'm a surveyer. I was mapping out the Island, since it was uncharted."
The boy frowned a bit. "So it isn't on a map?"
"No, but. . ."
The boy started again after a few moments. "What's there?"
Dante was getting rather curious about what they were talking about. He continued with his drink, keeping an ear on the conversation.
"There's a shit load of demons, and supposably an ancient relic there that will bring a person back to life. I never saw it, but many people there told me about it."
Now Dante became VERY interested. He quickly finished off his drink and walked over.
"Sorry, but I couldn't help overhearing your conversatoin over here. May I ask where this place is?" Dante asked politely.
The older man looked straight into Dantes eyes, which ont many people did. His eyes widened.
"You're. . ."
Dante knodded and showed one of his famous smirks.
"Yep. I'm Dante Sparda."
The man knodded slowly. "This place I was at was pretty bad off when I left. There are demons everywhere."
Dante grinned, almost surprised that the man would bother warning him., knowing who he was.
"So? I could have figured that much."
The younger man decided to butt in and speak with Dante too. "You wanna go, sir?" The boy's voice was tinged with excitement.
Dante ignored the boys question and continued with the older man.
"So. . .I heard you say something about a relic that brings back the dead?" Dante recalled.
The old man knodded. "Yes, that's correct."
Dante smiled. "Interesting. . ."
He thought to himself for a moment. He wondered what the demons were planning. He closed his eyes for a moment and saw his mothers face.
"Mother. . ." He daid at a whisper.
The older man cocked his head. "You plan to go?"
Dante knodded after a second of thought.
The young man looked to the old one. "Mr. Marcus, how would he get there if it's uncharted?"
The old man , now known as Marcus, reached into his jacket pocket. After digging around, he pulled out a large piece of wrinkled paper and handed it to the boy.
Dante saw a fire light in the boy's aqua green eyes as he looked at the paper. Dante saw that it was a roughly sketched map. It didn't look finished. Dante hovered over the boy, who had a cocky grin on his face. He heard him say something to himself.
"This'll mean some fun time for me!" The boy whispered excitedly.
Dante laughed. The boy came out of his wicked little trance and stared at Dante. "What?" He asked, cocking his head to one side.
"With an attitude like that you'll end up dead the minute you get there." Dante laughed.
The boy gave a triumphant laugh, even though he had nothing to to be proud of. He smirked. "I can handle demons, no problem! Just let me go home and get ready and I'll go!"
"Fine, go on then." Dante said, waving his hand to the boy. With that, the boy hopped up and left the bar.
Dante stood, silent for a moment. Marcus motioned for him to sit where the boy had been.
Dante took the seat. "Who's the kid?" Dante asked, still thinking that the boy was a moron.
"That's Demitri." Marcus explained as a waitress brought him a drink. He took a drink and continued. "Demitri is the son of an old friend of mine. My friend died about ten years ago, and I took care of Demi for a while."
Dante gave his head a quick knod, to show his understanding. He leaned back in his chair a bit, relaxing. As he did, Marcus chuckled. Dante eyed him.
"What's so funny, gramps?" Dante asked in a warning tone.
"Huh? Oh, it's nothing. I just didn't expect the son of the legendary demon knight to be so. . .laid back."
"Whatever." Dante said with a sigh.
Marcus took a few more drinks before speaking again. "Well, if you're planning on going, I'd suggest you go get ready. Demitri will be back in about an hour. You do know he'll want to go with you, right?"
Dante sighed. He did want to go, but he figured the boy would just be a thorn in his side. "Hey, if the boy wants to die, let him. He probably can't even fight."
"His father taught him. He's pretty good." Marcus defended.
Dante shrugged and stood up. "I'll go get ready, give me two hours. But I'd like to know how we're supposed to get there."
Marcus finished off his drink and sat his mug down. "Don't worry, I'll take care of that." He said with a slight grin. Dante raised an eyebrow and shrugged again. He walked to the door and turned around.
"I'll come back here when I'm ready, so wait for me, okay?" Dante called. Marcus knodded and Dante walked out the door.
Alrighty. That is the first chapter. I promise that this story will have more action than the last. I've got so many ideas running through my head, I want to write like crazy. (I'm glad that people enjoy my work! Only thing I've ever been recognized for is my drawings.) Anyways, give me some reviews, just to let me know that this is being read.