(Pouts) Oh, I've been so pouty lately. I'm not sure if it's because I once
again don't have a PS2, or that I have been somewhat sickly for the past
few weeks. Maybe I'm just curious of what Chasm is going to end up doing
to my body . . .(cringes) Ooh, scary thought . . .
Okay, I've been trying to make an outline of the next few chapters, and even some rough drafts. Unfortunately, they never turn out how I want them, so I end up writing the whole chapters from scratch and whatever pops into my little head, I throw in.
All right, lets get going . . .
Chapter 14 Out of the Water and Up to the Roof
Dante came back through the window after he watched Demi plunge into the water below. He felt his anxiety ebb off, as he saw the nobody disintegrate in the water.
"He's okay, I think." Dante assured Schala.
She looked at him curiously. "Are you sure?"
Dante nodded. "That's holy water."
Schala cringed at those words. "Isn't he a demon?"
"Well, I think so." Dante said, noticing the nervous look on Schala's face. He didn't say anything of if, but looked down into the water to try and see Demi. Through the calm, shimmering water, he could see the boy at the very bottom of the lake. Apparently, he was too weak to swim. At least he was alive. The holy water wasn't affecting him. However, that didn't make any since. Demi was obviously a demon, so why wasn't the holy water killing him?
"Is he only part demon?" Dante asked himself. If so, that may explain it. Holy water didn't affect Dante, so maybe it didn't affect him.
"We've gotta help him." Schala demanded, holding Dante's arm for comfort.
"What is she doing?" Dante thought. Why was she holding him? "What are you doing?"
Apparently, Schala noticed what she had done and jumped away from Dante. "I, urm. . .sorry. . ." She said, shuffling. She'd been with Demi and Dante for only this day, but she now saw them as friends. There was no way she'd want something bad to happen to one of her friends. She always seemed to do this though. When she thought something bad was going to happen, she'd grab someone she cared about, which was usually Skail, her dad or mom. Now a thought crossed her mind: did she care about Dante? She quickly shook this off as a random notion and sighed. "We've got to help him . . ." She repeated.
Dante motioned to the window. "You wanna do it?" He asked, in a rather sarcastic tone. Schala looked at him as if he were senile. How could he even dare ask her to jump into holy water? She wasn't like him. She was a full-blooded demon. At least, she thought so. There was no way she'd jump in there! It'd be suicide.
She smiled faintly. "Why don't you do it? Besides, even if we DID get him, we wouldn't be able to get out of the water."
She had a point. The water level was too low to just swim over and jump back into the window. It was a perfect trap really. No one'd ever get out. This only made Dante wonder more at what reason a church would need a lake of holy water. It seemed either really stupid, or extremely clever.
Dante thought for a moment, the came to the conclusion of flying. Yeah, he could go DT and just fly back into the window. It'd be cake.
"Okay, I'll go in." Dante said, going to the window. He took off his coat, guns and sword and handed them to Schala. Why would he need them? No demon could stay in holy water, so there was no threat.
While all of this was going on, Demi sat at the bottom of the lake, waiting. Even though the poison had stopped going through his body, it wasn't healing any either. He figured the holy water had something to do with it. He checked the bit on his leg, which had now healed over the five minutes he'd been in the water.
"I didn't know I could hold my breath this long." Demi thought. He guessed that the holy water had something to do with that as well. He was lucky that he wasn't dead by now. He was grateful to only be half devil.
Demi had never told anyone about his heritage. His mother had been a rather beautiful woman, but to no ones knowledge, she had been a devil. Not even his father had known for the longest time. Demi had found out when she had taken him to the store one night for ice cream. Ah, ice cream, something Demi and his mother secretly got and ate while his father was at work.
As they had headed home, something had jumped Demi. It had been an accident: a small demon that Demi later found to be a msira had been running away from the police after being seen rummaging around. It had crashed into Demi by mistake and knocked him to the ground. Scared for her son's life, Demi's mother created an energy sword of sorts and charged forward at the little demon, killing it in only one blow. Demi had been freaked out, but his mother calmly explained what had attacked him and about herself.
After this incident, Demi had been interested in demons, and wanted to be able to protect himself, in case one attacked him again. He accepted his heritage easily for some reason.
Enough thinking of the past. It was starting to depress Demi. He wiped out his thoughts quickly and decided to check out his surroundings. He stood up and tried to walk. His weapons weighed him down enough so that he'd stay sunk to the bottom. He moved through the water slowly and checked around. He could see an iron bench close to him.
As he searched a little more, he saw a large dark spot on the ground. He came closer to see that it was actually a trap door of sorts. He walked up to it.
"What the?" He thought, bending down to take a better look. There was a handle on the door, which Demi grabbed, thinking that this may be a secret way out. He grabbed the handle and tugged, but to no avail. He tried again, pulling with all his might, but still it wouldn't budge. Giving up after a few moments, Demi let himself fall backwards in the water, and his body sunk to the floor. He stared up through the water, up at the sky.
The sky above was blocked by an obstruction of some sort. From underwater, it looked like a grated roof of sorts. There was a large hole in the middle of the grating.
"I wonder if they threw demons in here from way up there?" Demi thought calmly. He stared up placidly a little longer.
"Hmm. . .blue, blue, white. . .nothing but water and sky." He thought boredly. "Is Dante gonna save me, or what? Oh well, blue, green grass, the stupid blocked door. . .red, black and white fallin-WHAT?!" Demi snapped his vision up as he saw a red blur plunge into the water. As it hit the water, Demi recognized it to be Dante.
"Yes! Dante came to save my ass! Demi thought excitedly. He smiled softly and waited as he watched Dante swim down toward him.
Finally, Dante swam next to Demi and gestured to see if Demi was okay. Demi nodded and saw a smile cross Dante's face. Dante nodded and grabbed the boy, giving him non-verbal instructions to hold on. Demi grasped Dante's shoulders firmly as he began to swim upward.
Finally, Dante surfaced. He and Demi's heads bobbed in the water. Unfortunatly, Dante had to work harder to swim, because he knew Demi wouldn't be able to.
"Hey!" Schala called from the window. Dante looked up to her. The window was about fifteen feet above them, and Schala had her head poking out, waving. "Is he okay?"
Dante nodded. "Think so." He turned his head to Demi. "You're okay, right?"
Demi frowned a little, he was still poisoned, that was for sure. He shook his head.
Dante frowned as well. "Well, hold on. I'm gonna fly out of here."
Schala watched Dante suddenly changed from his human form to his devil form. He spread his leathery wings and lifted into the air. Schala moved away from the window as he came gliding in. As Dante let the boy go, his body limply fell to the ground. Dante quickly de-devil triggered and knelled down to his side.
Demi panted heavily, trying to catch his breath. He had felt much better in the water, but now his body felt completely drained and he felt coldness seep into him. Dante picked him up gently and put him over his shoulder. Demi tried to protest, but no words seemed to come from his mouth. He heard Dante and Schala begin to speak, but couldn't make out what they were saying. It was just a big garble to him.
"So now what do we do with him?" Schala asked, feeling pity for the boy.
Dante shook his head. "I don't know if there's anything we can do." He said softly. He felt guilty saying that. He wanted to help Demi, but he just didn't know how. There had to be some way to save him. . .
Not knowing what to do, Dante and Schala miserably headed for the roof. Dante took lead, with Schala close behind.
As Dante came to the roof, the air cleared and for once in the last hour or so he could breath. He took no time to admire the view or his surroundings, but immediately laid eyes on a tall man, about his own height, standing at the edge of the building.
"Certainly took you long enough. . ." The man grumbled. Dante noted the slight accent of the man.
"Better late than never, right?" Dante smirked.
The man turned, his yellow eyes resting on Dante. "Maybe it's too late." He said, the wind playing with his brown hair.
"Too late?" Dante asked. "For what?"
The man pointed at Demi. "To help your friend, of course. . ."
(Sigh) So ends this chapter. Sorry it took so long to put up. I happily await reviews!! Oh, and where's Chasm?! (Haven't heard from him lately. . .) Is he okay?
Okay, I've been trying to make an outline of the next few chapters, and even some rough drafts. Unfortunately, they never turn out how I want them, so I end up writing the whole chapters from scratch and whatever pops into my little head, I throw in.
All right, lets get going . . .
Chapter 14 Out of the Water and Up to the Roof
Dante came back through the window after he watched Demi plunge into the water below. He felt his anxiety ebb off, as he saw the nobody disintegrate in the water.
"He's okay, I think." Dante assured Schala.
She looked at him curiously. "Are you sure?"
Dante nodded. "That's holy water."
Schala cringed at those words. "Isn't he a demon?"
"Well, I think so." Dante said, noticing the nervous look on Schala's face. He didn't say anything of if, but looked down into the water to try and see Demi. Through the calm, shimmering water, he could see the boy at the very bottom of the lake. Apparently, he was too weak to swim. At least he was alive. The holy water wasn't affecting him. However, that didn't make any since. Demi was obviously a demon, so why wasn't the holy water killing him?
"Is he only part demon?" Dante asked himself. If so, that may explain it. Holy water didn't affect Dante, so maybe it didn't affect him.
"We've gotta help him." Schala demanded, holding Dante's arm for comfort.
"What is she doing?" Dante thought. Why was she holding him? "What are you doing?"
Apparently, Schala noticed what she had done and jumped away from Dante. "I, urm. . .sorry. . ." She said, shuffling. She'd been with Demi and Dante for only this day, but she now saw them as friends. There was no way she'd want something bad to happen to one of her friends. She always seemed to do this though. When she thought something bad was going to happen, she'd grab someone she cared about, which was usually Skail, her dad or mom. Now a thought crossed her mind: did she care about Dante? She quickly shook this off as a random notion and sighed. "We've got to help him . . ." She repeated.
Dante motioned to the window. "You wanna do it?" He asked, in a rather sarcastic tone. Schala looked at him as if he were senile. How could he even dare ask her to jump into holy water? She wasn't like him. She was a full-blooded demon. At least, she thought so. There was no way she'd jump in there! It'd be suicide.
She smiled faintly. "Why don't you do it? Besides, even if we DID get him, we wouldn't be able to get out of the water."
She had a point. The water level was too low to just swim over and jump back into the window. It was a perfect trap really. No one'd ever get out. This only made Dante wonder more at what reason a church would need a lake of holy water. It seemed either really stupid, or extremely clever.
Dante thought for a moment, the came to the conclusion of flying. Yeah, he could go DT and just fly back into the window. It'd be cake.
"Okay, I'll go in." Dante said, going to the window. He took off his coat, guns and sword and handed them to Schala. Why would he need them? No demon could stay in holy water, so there was no threat.
While all of this was going on, Demi sat at the bottom of the lake, waiting. Even though the poison had stopped going through his body, it wasn't healing any either. He figured the holy water had something to do with it. He checked the bit on his leg, which had now healed over the five minutes he'd been in the water.
"I didn't know I could hold my breath this long." Demi thought. He guessed that the holy water had something to do with that as well. He was lucky that he wasn't dead by now. He was grateful to only be half devil.
Demi had never told anyone about his heritage. His mother had been a rather beautiful woman, but to no ones knowledge, she had been a devil. Not even his father had known for the longest time. Demi had found out when she had taken him to the store one night for ice cream. Ah, ice cream, something Demi and his mother secretly got and ate while his father was at work.
As they had headed home, something had jumped Demi. It had been an accident: a small demon that Demi later found to be a msira had been running away from the police after being seen rummaging around. It had crashed into Demi by mistake and knocked him to the ground. Scared for her son's life, Demi's mother created an energy sword of sorts and charged forward at the little demon, killing it in only one blow. Demi had been freaked out, but his mother calmly explained what had attacked him and about herself.
After this incident, Demi had been interested in demons, and wanted to be able to protect himself, in case one attacked him again. He accepted his heritage easily for some reason.
Enough thinking of the past. It was starting to depress Demi. He wiped out his thoughts quickly and decided to check out his surroundings. He stood up and tried to walk. His weapons weighed him down enough so that he'd stay sunk to the bottom. He moved through the water slowly and checked around. He could see an iron bench close to him.
As he searched a little more, he saw a large dark spot on the ground. He came closer to see that it was actually a trap door of sorts. He walked up to it.
"What the?" He thought, bending down to take a better look. There was a handle on the door, which Demi grabbed, thinking that this may be a secret way out. He grabbed the handle and tugged, but to no avail. He tried again, pulling with all his might, but still it wouldn't budge. Giving up after a few moments, Demi let himself fall backwards in the water, and his body sunk to the floor. He stared up through the water, up at the sky.
The sky above was blocked by an obstruction of some sort. From underwater, it looked like a grated roof of sorts. There was a large hole in the middle of the grating.
"I wonder if they threw demons in here from way up there?" Demi thought calmly. He stared up placidly a little longer.
"Hmm. . .blue, blue, white. . .nothing but water and sky." He thought boredly. "Is Dante gonna save me, or what? Oh well, blue, green grass, the stupid blocked door. . .red, black and white fallin-WHAT?!" Demi snapped his vision up as he saw a red blur plunge into the water. As it hit the water, Demi recognized it to be Dante.
"Yes! Dante came to save my ass! Demi thought excitedly. He smiled softly and waited as he watched Dante swim down toward him.
Finally, Dante swam next to Demi and gestured to see if Demi was okay. Demi nodded and saw a smile cross Dante's face. Dante nodded and grabbed the boy, giving him non-verbal instructions to hold on. Demi grasped Dante's shoulders firmly as he began to swim upward.
Finally, Dante surfaced. He and Demi's heads bobbed in the water. Unfortunatly, Dante had to work harder to swim, because he knew Demi wouldn't be able to.
"Hey!" Schala called from the window. Dante looked up to her. The window was about fifteen feet above them, and Schala had her head poking out, waving. "Is he okay?"
Dante nodded. "Think so." He turned his head to Demi. "You're okay, right?"
Demi frowned a little, he was still poisoned, that was for sure. He shook his head.
Dante frowned as well. "Well, hold on. I'm gonna fly out of here."
Schala watched Dante suddenly changed from his human form to his devil form. He spread his leathery wings and lifted into the air. Schala moved away from the window as he came gliding in. As Dante let the boy go, his body limply fell to the ground. Dante quickly de-devil triggered and knelled down to his side.
Demi panted heavily, trying to catch his breath. He had felt much better in the water, but now his body felt completely drained and he felt coldness seep into him. Dante picked him up gently and put him over his shoulder. Demi tried to protest, but no words seemed to come from his mouth. He heard Dante and Schala begin to speak, but couldn't make out what they were saying. It was just a big garble to him.
"So now what do we do with him?" Schala asked, feeling pity for the boy.
Dante shook his head. "I don't know if there's anything we can do." He said softly. He felt guilty saying that. He wanted to help Demi, but he just didn't know how. There had to be some way to save him. . .
Not knowing what to do, Dante and Schala miserably headed for the roof. Dante took lead, with Schala close behind.
As Dante came to the roof, the air cleared and for once in the last hour or so he could breath. He took no time to admire the view or his surroundings, but immediately laid eyes on a tall man, about his own height, standing at the edge of the building.
"Certainly took you long enough. . ." The man grumbled. Dante noted the slight accent of the man.
"Better late than never, right?" Dante smirked.
The man turned, his yellow eyes resting on Dante. "Maybe it's too late." He said, the wind playing with his brown hair.
"Too late?" Dante asked. "For what?"
The man pointed at Demi. "To help your friend, of course. . ."
(Sigh) So ends this chapter. Sorry it took so long to put up. I happily await reviews!! Oh, and where's Chasm?! (Haven't heard from him lately. . .) Is he okay?