Well, back with the next chapter. I'm very glad to hear from Bustahead!
(You gotta tell me about India sometime!) Also, I must save my Christmas
prezzie, so here! (Jumps and glomps Reiko, taking off with him.) Thanks
to both busta and my buddy archangel. This chapter SHOULD be better than
the last two. Because I'm finally finished with research papers! (FF
victory music and dance.) If I ever have to write about some dead guy I've
never heard of again, I'll go spazmo! It wouldn't have been so bad if I
could have had Edgar Rice Burrows or J.R.R. Tolkin, but noooooo, we can't
choose our author! (Which really sucks!)
*Cough* ANYWAYS. . . (Sees Dyne glaring at her, maybe for cuddling Reiko, maybe for rambling on) On with this story and enough whining about my school work. . .
Chapter 23 Despair
Dante stared up at the giant devil knight before him. His face was hidden behind a large helmet that matched the rest of his armor. Dante could see two orange, catlike eyes gleaming down at him through the darkened eyeholes in the armor. Dante calmly unsheathed his sword and glared at his opponent smugly, the fire from Surt's sword illuminating Dante's face and making him look more intimidating.
Dante took a step to his right and felt a strange chill run down his spine. He glanced around the room, looking to Skail and Yui, then to Merin, Demi and Schala, then back to Surt. Nothing seemed wrong, that is, until there was a sly, smooth feminine voice from behind Dante and his friends.
"What have you caught here, Surt?" The voice asked curiously. Dante turned to see the bluish haired demon woman whom had been with the demon group back at the cavern. Dante saw a small grimaced face appear on Merin as the woman strode up.
"What are you doing here, Izra? This is my fight." Surt warned.
Izra shrugged. "I thought you'd like me to take care of the trash that followed him." Izra said, pointing to Schala and Demitri.
Surt seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then nodded. "Do what you like with them, I just want to tear this ones flesh!" Surt growled, bringing his flaming sword down at Dante. Dante sidestepped smoothly without really looking away from Izra. He took a jab at the knight, not causing any damage, but just knocking him away a bit.
Demi and Schala began to back away from Izra as she drew near them. Demi grabbed at the handle of his sword and shouted to Dante. "What do we do, Dante?!"
Dante, who was now turned back to Surt, sighed. "Take the bitch out for all I care!" He said, ducking as the gargantuan flaming blade flew over his head. He rolled backwards as Surt tried for a stomping kick attack.
Demi nodded and grit his teeth at Izra. "Let's go woman!"
Merin sneered, feeling a sense of satisfaction within him. Two of the people he despised the most in this world were about to die. It was just what he'd been waiting to see. "Wonderful. . .just wonderful. . ." He thought.
Izra looked around and shook her head. "There really isn't enough room for all of us to fight here, so I think we'll go elsewhere."
Schala turned to Dante as Izra began a teleportation spell. "Dante, don't let anything happen to my dad or Skail, okay!" She yelled, a worried expression on her face.
Dante nodded as he jumped over Surt's head and bounced off of his helmet. "Sure thing! I'll keep them safe, promise." He laughed as Surt grunted with frustration.
Schala took Dante's word and turned back to Izra, who was now finishing the spell. There was a flash of brilliant light and suddenly Schala, Demi and Izra were enveloped in a ball of light. Schala could see nothing of the outside surroundings until the ball around them dissipated and the three were in a large chamber. The room was about twenty by twenty feet. The walls were normal masonry, just as most of the other parts of the cathedral.
Izra glared at the two with cold, emotionless eyes. "Now, let us have a bit of fun, shall we?"
Back at the dungeon chamber, Dante was merely playing with Surt. The devil may have been big, but what he gained in strength, he horribly lacked in speed.
"That's it, show that cunt a thing or two! Ow! Right in the kidney!" Merin thought, laughing mentally. It seemed like a joke to watch someone that was three times as tall and twice as wide as the hunter get creamed by him. There was no way in hell that Surt would last much longer this way.
Surt managed to move away from the hunter for a moment. He knelt down on his sword, breathing heavily. He had never felt so weak in his entire life. Only once had Surt tasted the bitterness of defeat. He glared past Dante and to Yui, who was watching the battle weakly.
"Damn him and his bastard clan, I'll, I'll!!!" Surt thought viciously. "He will not live! I'll smash him! Death to the curs!!"
Surt suddenly tore forward toward Dante with a speed the hunter hadn't expected. Dante barely had the time to parry the charge, letting the giant trample by. Unfortunately, Dante wasn't his target.
Surt readied his sword as he neared Yui. Now he would exact his revenge for what the Kiyashi's had done to him. They had humiliated him. . .now Yui, who's father had been the only one to ever show Surt defeat, would face the wrath of the mighty Surt. He watched Yui's face turn from one of placid weakness, to one of shock as he drew closer.
"Oh, no. . ." Merin groaned. He knew the guy was dead.
Dante realized what was about to happen and barreled after Surt, but it was too late. There was the loud sound of metal smashing into stone and a loud cry of pain as Surt slammed into the wall where Yui sat. Dante jumped into the air just as Surt began to turn back around.
Surt didn't care if he died now. . .he had exacted his revenge. He had killed the offspring of the wretched mutt whom had defeated him. He watched through his helmet as Dante swung the sword toward his head, this was the end. . .
The blade sliced cleanly between the helmet and the armor, cleaving through the massive demon's neck. Merin smirked, gleaming inside with satisfaction as Surt's head plopped to the floor. He watched the demon's body collapse just as Dante landed, facing Merin.
The energy ropes that had bound Skail and Yui disappeared as the demon died and Yui crumpled to the floor face down, blood splattering from his soaked tunic. He was gasping for air.
"DADDY!" Skail yelled, dashing to his father. He rolled his father over to see a gaping stab wound in his chest. "OH, GOD!" Skail cried out and began to remove his tattered shirt. "I'll stop the bleeding, daddy! Hold on!" Skail spat quickly, crumbling his shirt and using it like a pad to press onto Yui's chest.
"Skail. . ." Yui gasped, partially from the pain of having the cloth pressed onto his wound. He reached one arm up and cupped a hand over Skail's cheek, which streamed down hot tears. "You. . .you. . ."
"D-daddy?" Skail whimpered. He was so confused; he couldn't understand what was going on. Why was his father talking like this? He'd be okay. "Daddy, just rest, you need to rest. . ."
"Sk—Skail. . ." Yui stuttered. "You must be. . .strong. . .okay? Take care of. . .your mother and. . .Schal. . .a. . ." Yui trailed off. His arm fell from Skail's little face and plopped to the floor. His body was still, and his breathing ceased.
"He went to sleep already? But I need to ask him what he was talking about." Skail thought, his tears drying some. "Daddy?" Skail whispered quietly. "Daddy, don't sleep yet, what did you mean?" He began to shake Yui softly. "Daddy?"
Dante slowly came over and stood over Skail, who continued to shake his father. "Skail. . ." Dante said softly.
Skail looked up at him, somewhat worried. "Mr. Dante? Daddy won't wake up. . ."
"Skail. . ." Dante repeated, his throat feeling somewhat tight. The scene reminded him of his younger self, trying desperately to rouse his own mother and brother. He hadn't really understood the concept of death at the time. . .Dante could tell that Skail was the same way. "Skail. . .I'm sorry. . ."
Skail stared at Dante sadly. "What do you mean?"
"You're father. . .isn't going to wake up. . ." Dante explained as calmly and gently as possible.
Skail continued to stare at Dante. His father wouldn't wake up? Why? He had always woken up, but what if. . .
". . . . .Is he. . .dead?" Skail whimpered. He had heard his father speak about it, but had never seen a dead person. . .a dead human body. . .
Dante couldn't bring himself to right out and tell the boy yes. He merely nodded, letting his head droop some. Skail looked back at his father's bloody body, then back up to Dante. . .then back down. Dante could see tears begin to well up in the child's eyes again.
"No. . ." Skail whispered. "Why? Why did he have to. . ."
Dante knelled down onto the ground next to Skail. "Skail. . .I'm sorry."
Skail said nothing for a moment, then suddenly latched himself onto Dante, wrapping his bloody hands around Dante's waist. Dante had never held a child before. He'd never seen someone in the same situation he had been in so long ago. He knew how horrible it felt to loose family at a young age; it felt like the whole world was stripped away from you.
"It's going to be okay Skail. . .don't worry. . ." Dante tried to comfort kindly. He could feel the boy shivering slightly due to the chilled, damp air within the area. Dante removed his coat and covered Skail with it.
Merin watched this miserable sight, feeling horribly sorry for the lad himself. He came closer to Dante and Skail, hoping that maybe he could help. "The lad need anymore comfort? I mean, what could I do for him?"
Dante said nothing, just sat there with the boy. Merin, feeling awkward, moved away and sat down, waiting.
Dante only sat there as the child cried into Dante's chest, dampening his shirt. Dante's mind brought back to him the gloomy memories of his own families death, making it feel fresh and bitter just as it had the day before when he had been forced to envision it again.
* * * * *
Kaos ran, turning as he ran through the cavern. He caught Dante's scent toward the catacombs and followed, dashing on down the tunnel in that direction.
"Bastard made a fool out of me! Damn him!" He thought viciously. "When I get a hold of him. . ."
"What, get your ass kicked again?" Part of his mind yelled. "You know he's better than you!"
"I don't care" Kaos growled mentally as he turned a corner. "I'll—"
Just as he turned, Kaos could see someone, white hair and wearing a black shirt about fifty feet down the tunnel in a large room. They were just sitting there.
"It's him!" Kaos thought, just as he reached the chambers opening. The rusty scent of blood filled his senses, telling Kaos that someone had been killed. Kaos snapped his eyes around the room, examining the scene. He smirked as his vision rested on the decapitated body of Surt. He glanced over at Merin, who seemed to be upset over something. He partially covered his mouth with one hand and looked like he could cry. Kaos glared now down at Dante, who was still on the floor next to a body. A small, whimpering cry of sorts could be heard from Dante. Kaos stood straight, fists clenched and growled. "Dante!" He snapped, trying to get the hunter to look at him.
Slowly, Dante turned his head, his eyes full of sorrow. He wasn't crying, but only seemed to be mourning. In his lap sat a little child, the son of Yui Kiyashi. The boy's face was beet red, wet with tears. Kaos recognized the body before Dante to be none other that Yui Kiyashi himself.
"So, you got out of that hole, huh?" Dante said weakly. "Want to kill me now, or what?"
The display before Kaos caused the air around to hold a sad and miserable feeling. Kaos let his hands relax and sighed, feeling horrible suddenly. He had never imagined seeing someone so strong, someone so brave mourn like Dante seemed to be. He couldn't kill Dante now. . .
"I. . ." Kaos stuttered, feeling really bad about his earlier rage. When Kaos had met Dante, he'd thought he seemed like an okay guy, just arrogant and cocky. He was usually right about these things. "I. . .wanted to apologize. . ."
Finally, Dante stood, holding Skail in his arms still. "Apologize, huh?" Dante narrowed his eyes at Kaos, furrowing his brow. "For what?"
Kaos couldn't think of what he wanted to say. He hadn't really done anything to Dante. He hadn't really wanted to kill him, just play with him. He never killed anyone who showed great fighting skills or potential for so. He'd just make them feel like an idiot. Dante had turned the tables on him in that aspect. But still, there wasn't really anything to say he was sorry for. Kaos shook his head and sighed. "Forget it. . ."
Skail looked up to Kaos and whimpered. "You're that scary guy that attacked our village yesterday."
Dante glared at Kaos at this point. Kaos shook his head again.
"I meant no harm. I was just—"
"Just what? You threatened to kill the villagers if they didn't tell you where I was! You'd have killed them just like you did the people of that one village!" Dante yelled.
Kaos stiffened. "That wasn't me!! If you would have listened to me last night, you know that! It was that bitch of a woman, Izra!" Kaos defended.
Dante cocked a brow. "You mean that woman with the funky blue hair?"
Kaos nodded, feeling as if a large weight had just lifted from him.
There was a scoff from Merin. Kaos looked over at him to see him smirking at him. "You threatened to destroy a whole village?!" Merin laughed. "There's no way you'd do that, come on! You aren't that bad."
Dante continued to stare at Kaos. Skail was still crying in his arms. "So, you say you're a nice guy? A 'nice' vampirery guy?"
"I don't consider myself a 'nice' guy. . .just one with morals and rules when it comes to killing. The fact that I am PART vampire is of no concern to you." Kaos defended, being sure to stress the fact that he wasn't entirely vampiric. How many vampires ran around in broad daylight?
"Right. . ." Dante turned to Merin. "What about you? You're little spider friends poisoned Demitri, and you toyed with his life by not giving me the antidote." Dante stabbed.
Merin put both arms in the air. "That wasn't my plan! I just carried antidote around just in case I got poisoned. I was sent to the roof to fight you, which wasn't my choice. When I saw that bloke was poisoned, I figured I'd hand over the antidote if you won. Felt sorry for the kid. . . Like I told ya, that poison's a real nasty way to go. " Merin explained.
"If you're both so 'nice', then why the hell are you working with a demon army that wants to destroy the world and revive Mundus?!" Dante growled.
Kaos seemed to wince at this question. Merin too. "Well, ya see. . .we kind of. . .have to." Merin said.
"And WHY is that?"
"We have our own interests in mind."
"Explain." Dante demanded, looking at Kaos. Before Kaos could spout one word, Dante felt a small tug on his shirt. He looked down at Skail, who had ceased crying.
"Where are Demi and Schala?" Skail asked, his voice weak.
Dante raised his eyebrows and looked back up to the others.
"OH, SHIT!" He yelled. "I forgot! They're fighting with that woman!!"
Aaaaand, that's it. Hope it's better. The rest of the plot will be unfolding soon, and more will go on about the relic thingy everyone keeps talking about. Let me see your lovely reviews, cause it fills me with the inspirational go-go juice I need to survive as a authoress!! (That sounds cheesy. . .)
*Cough* ANYWAYS. . . (Sees Dyne glaring at her, maybe for cuddling Reiko, maybe for rambling on) On with this story and enough whining about my school work. . .
Chapter 23 Despair
Dante stared up at the giant devil knight before him. His face was hidden behind a large helmet that matched the rest of his armor. Dante could see two orange, catlike eyes gleaming down at him through the darkened eyeholes in the armor. Dante calmly unsheathed his sword and glared at his opponent smugly, the fire from Surt's sword illuminating Dante's face and making him look more intimidating.
Dante took a step to his right and felt a strange chill run down his spine. He glanced around the room, looking to Skail and Yui, then to Merin, Demi and Schala, then back to Surt. Nothing seemed wrong, that is, until there was a sly, smooth feminine voice from behind Dante and his friends.
"What have you caught here, Surt?" The voice asked curiously. Dante turned to see the bluish haired demon woman whom had been with the demon group back at the cavern. Dante saw a small grimaced face appear on Merin as the woman strode up.
"What are you doing here, Izra? This is my fight." Surt warned.
Izra shrugged. "I thought you'd like me to take care of the trash that followed him." Izra said, pointing to Schala and Demitri.
Surt seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then nodded. "Do what you like with them, I just want to tear this ones flesh!" Surt growled, bringing his flaming sword down at Dante. Dante sidestepped smoothly without really looking away from Izra. He took a jab at the knight, not causing any damage, but just knocking him away a bit.
Demi and Schala began to back away from Izra as she drew near them. Demi grabbed at the handle of his sword and shouted to Dante. "What do we do, Dante?!"
Dante, who was now turned back to Surt, sighed. "Take the bitch out for all I care!" He said, ducking as the gargantuan flaming blade flew over his head. He rolled backwards as Surt tried for a stomping kick attack.
Demi nodded and grit his teeth at Izra. "Let's go woman!"
Merin sneered, feeling a sense of satisfaction within him. Two of the people he despised the most in this world were about to die. It was just what he'd been waiting to see. "Wonderful. . .just wonderful. . ." He thought.
Izra looked around and shook her head. "There really isn't enough room for all of us to fight here, so I think we'll go elsewhere."
Schala turned to Dante as Izra began a teleportation spell. "Dante, don't let anything happen to my dad or Skail, okay!" She yelled, a worried expression on her face.
Dante nodded as he jumped over Surt's head and bounced off of his helmet. "Sure thing! I'll keep them safe, promise." He laughed as Surt grunted with frustration.
Schala took Dante's word and turned back to Izra, who was now finishing the spell. There was a flash of brilliant light and suddenly Schala, Demi and Izra were enveloped in a ball of light. Schala could see nothing of the outside surroundings until the ball around them dissipated and the three were in a large chamber. The room was about twenty by twenty feet. The walls were normal masonry, just as most of the other parts of the cathedral.
Izra glared at the two with cold, emotionless eyes. "Now, let us have a bit of fun, shall we?"
Back at the dungeon chamber, Dante was merely playing with Surt. The devil may have been big, but what he gained in strength, he horribly lacked in speed.
"That's it, show that cunt a thing or two! Ow! Right in the kidney!" Merin thought, laughing mentally. It seemed like a joke to watch someone that was three times as tall and twice as wide as the hunter get creamed by him. There was no way in hell that Surt would last much longer this way.
Surt managed to move away from the hunter for a moment. He knelt down on his sword, breathing heavily. He had never felt so weak in his entire life. Only once had Surt tasted the bitterness of defeat. He glared past Dante and to Yui, who was watching the battle weakly.
"Damn him and his bastard clan, I'll, I'll!!!" Surt thought viciously. "He will not live! I'll smash him! Death to the curs!!"
Surt suddenly tore forward toward Dante with a speed the hunter hadn't expected. Dante barely had the time to parry the charge, letting the giant trample by. Unfortunately, Dante wasn't his target.
Surt readied his sword as he neared Yui. Now he would exact his revenge for what the Kiyashi's had done to him. They had humiliated him. . .now Yui, who's father had been the only one to ever show Surt defeat, would face the wrath of the mighty Surt. He watched Yui's face turn from one of placid weakness, to one of shock as he drew closer.
"Oh, no. . ." Merin groaned. He knew the guy was dead.
Dante realized what was about to happen and barreled after Surt, but it was too late. There was the loud sound of metal smashing into stone and a loud cry of pain as Surt slammed into the wall where Yui sat. Dante jumped into the air just as Surt began to turn back around.
Surt didn't care if he died now. . .he had exacted his revenge. He had killed the offspring of the wretched mutt whom had defeated him. He watched through his helmet as Dante swung the sword toward his head, this was the end. . .
The blade sliced cleanly between the helmet and the armor, cleaving through the massive demon's neck. Merin smirked, gleaming inside with satisfaction as Surt's head plopped to the floor. He watched the demon's body collapse just as Dante landed, facing Merin.
The energy ropes that had bound Skail and Yui disappeared as the demon died and Yui crumpled to the floor face down, blood splattering from his soaked tunic. He was gasping for air.
"DADDY!" Skail yelled, dashing to his father. He rolled his father over to see a gaping stab wound in his chest. "OH, GOD!" Skail cried out and began to remove his tattered shirt. "I'll stop the bleeding, daddy! Hold on!" Skail spat quickly, crumbling his shirt and using it like a pad to press onto Yui's chest.
"Skail. . ." Yui gasped, partially from the pain of having the cloth pressed onto his wound. He reached one arm up and cupped a hand over Skail's cheek, which streamed down hot tears. "You. . .you. . ."
"D-daddy?" Skail whimpered. He was so confused; he couldn't understand what was going on. Why was his father talking like this? He'd be okay. "Daddy, just rest, you need to rest. . ."
"Sk—Skail. . ." Yui stuttered. "You must be. . .strong. . .okay? Take care of. . .your mother and. . .Schal. . .a. . ." Yui trailed off. His arm fell from Skail's little face and plopped to the floor. His body was still, and his breathing ceased.
"He went to sleep already? But I need to ask him what he was talking about." Skail thought, his tears drying some. "Daddy?" Skail whispered quietly. "Daddy, don't sleep yet, what did you mean?" He began to shake Yui softly. "Daddy?"
Dante slowly came over and stood over Skail, who continued to shake his father. "Skail. . ." Dante said softly.
Skail looked up at him, somewhat worried. "Mr. Dante? Daddy won't wake up. . ."
"Skail. . ." Dante repeated, his throat feeling somewhat tight. The scene reminded him of his younger self, trying desperately to rouse his own mother and brother. He hadn't really understood the concept of death at the time. . .Dante could tell that Skail was the same way. "Skail. . .I'm sorry. . ."
Skail stared at Dante sadly. "What do you mean?"
"You're father. . .isn't going to wake up. . ." Dante explained as calmly and gently as possible.
Skail continued to stare at Dante. His father wouldn't wake up? Why? He had always woken up, but what if. . .
". . . . .Is he. . .dead?" Skail whimpered. He had heard his father speak about it, but had never seen a dead person. . .a dead human body. . .
Dante couldn't bring himself to right out and tell the boy yes. He merely nodded, letting his head droop some. Skail looked back at his father's bloody body, then back up to Dante. . .then back down. Dante could see tears begin to well up in the child's eyes again.
"No. . ." Skail whispered. "Why? Why did he have to. . ."
Dante knelled down onto the ground next to Skail. "Skail. . .I'm sorry."
Skail said nothing for a moment, then suddenly latched himself onto Dante, wrapping his bloody hands around Dante's waist. Dante had never held a child before. He'd never seen someone in the same situation he had been in so long ago. He knew how horrible it felt to loose family at a young age; it felt like the whole world was stripped away from you.
"It's going to be okay Skail. . .don't worry. . ." Dante tried to comfort kindly. He could feel the boy shivering slightly due to the chilled, damp air within the area. Dante removed his coat and covered Skail with it.
Merin watched this miserable sight, feeling horribly sorry for the lad himself. He came closer to Dante and Skail, hoping that maybe he could help. "The lad need anymore comfort? I mean, what could I do for him?"
Dante said nothing, just sat there with the boy. Merin, feeling awkward, moved away and sat down, waiting.
Dante only sat there as the child cried into Dante's chest, dampening his shirt. Dante's mind brought back to him the gloomy memories of his own families death, making it feel fresh and bitter just as it had the day before when he had been forced to envision it again.
* * * * *
Kaos ran, turning as he ran through the cavern. He caught Dante's scent toward the catacombs and followed, dashing on down the tunnel in that direction.
"Bastard made a fool out of me! Damn him!" He thought viciously. "When I get a hold of him. . ."
"What, get your ass kicked again?" Part of his mind yelled. "You know he's better than you!"
"I don't care" Kaos growled mentally as he turned a corner. "I'll—"
Just as he turned, Kaos could see someone, white hair and wearing a black shirt about fifty feet down the tunnel in a large room. They were just sitting there.
"It's him!" Kaos thought, just as he reached the chambers opening. The rusty scent of blood filled his senses, telling Kaos that someone had been killed. Kaos snapped his eyes around the room, examining the scene. He smirked as his vision rested on the decapitated body of Surt. He glanced over at Merin, who seemed to be upset over something. He partially covered his mouth with one hand and looked like he could cry. Kaos glared now down at Dante, who was still on the floor next to a body. A small, whimpering cry of sorts could be heard from Dante. Kaos stood straight, fists clenched and growled. "Dante!" He snapped, trying to get the hunter to look at him.
Slowly, Dante turned his head, his eyes full of sorrow. He wasn't crying, but only seemed to be mourning. In his lap sat a little child, the son of Yui Kiyashi. The boy's face was beet red, wet with tears. Kaos recognized the body before Dante to be none other that Yui Kiyashi himself.
"So, you got out of that hole, huh?" Dante said weakly. "Want to kill me now, or what?"
The display before Kaos caused the air around to hold a sad and miserable feeling. Kaos let his hands relax and sighed, feeling horrible suddenly. He had never imagined seeing someone so strong, someone so brave mourn like Dante seemed to be. He couldn't kill Dante now. . .
"I. . ." Kaos stuttered, feeling really bad about his earlier rage. When Kaos had met Dante, he'd thought he seemed like an okay guy, just arrogant and cocky. He was usually right about these things. "I. . .wanted to apologize. . ."
Finally, Dante stood, holding Skail in his arms still. "Apologize, huh?" Dante narrowed his eyes at Kaos, furrowing his brow. "For what?"
Kaos couldn't think of what he wanted to say. He hadn't really done anything to Dante. He hadn't really wanted to kill him, just play with him. He never killed anyone who showed great fighting skills or potential for so. He'd just make them feel like an idiot. Dante had turned the tables on him in that aspect. But still, there wasn't really anything to say he was sorry for. Kaos shook his head and sighed. "Forget it. . ."
Skail looked up to Kaos and whimpered. "You're that scary guy that attacked our village yesterday."
Dante glared at Kaos at this point. Kaos shook his head again.
"I meant no harm. I was just—"
"Just what? You threatened to kill the villagers if they didn't tell you where I was! You'd have killed them just like you did the people of that one village!" Dante yelled.
Kaos stiffened. "That wasn't me!! If you would have listened to me last night, you know that! It was that bitch of a woman, Izra!" Kaos defended.
Dante cocked a brow. "You mean that woman with the funky blue hair?"
Kaos nodded, feeling as if a large weight had just lifted from him.
There was a scoff from Merin. Kaos looked over at him to see him smirking at him. "You threatened to destroy a whole village?!" Merin laughed. "There's no way you'd do that, come on! You aren't that bad."
Dante continued to stare at Kaos. Skail was still crying in his arms. "So, you say you're a nice guy? A 'nice' vampirery guy?"
"I don't consider myself a 'nice' guy. . .just one with morals and rules when it comes to killing. The fact that I am PART vampire is of no concern to you." Kaos defended, being sure to stress the fact that he wasn't entirely vampiric. How many vampires ran around in broad daylight?
"Right. . ." Dante turned to Merin. "What about you? You're little spider friends poisoned Demitri, and you toyed with his life by not giving me the antidote." Dante stabbed.
Merin put both arms in the air. "That wasn't my plan! I just carried antidote around just in case I got poisoned. I was sent to the roof to fight you, which wasn't my choice. When I saw that bloke was poisoned, I figured I'd hand over the antidote if you won. Felt sorry for the kid. . . Like I told ya, that poison's a real nasty way to go. " Merin explained.
"If you're both so 'nice', then why the hell are you working with a demon army that wants to destroy the world and revive Mundus?!" Dante growled.
Kaos seemed to wince at this question. Merin too. "Well, ya see. . .we kind of. . .have to." Merin said.
"And WHY is that?"
"We have our own interests in mind."
"Explain." Dante demanded, looking at Kaos. Before Kaos could spout one word, Dante felt a small tug on his shirt. He looked down at Skail, who had ceased crying.
"Where are Demi and Schala?" Skail asked, his voice weak.
Dante raised his eyebrows and looked back up to the others.
"OH, SHIT!" He yelled. "I forgot! They're fighting with that woman!!"
Aaaaand, that's it. Hope it's better. The rest of the plot will be unfolding soon, and more will go on about the relic thingy everyone keeps talking about. Let me see your lovely reviews, cause it fills me with the inspirational go-go juice I need to survive as a authoress!! (That sounds cheesy. . .)