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Chapter 22 Illusions
Some time had passed since Yui's death now, probably near half an hour. Dante paced across the room, Skail still in his arms. "I have to find Demi and Schala." He growled to himself. "But where the hell did that wench take them?!"
Merin and Kaos stood, thinking for a moment. Kaos decided to speak up first.
"I think I know where she took them. Let me and Merin find them for you."
"Why the hell would I do that?" Dante protested.
"We move faster than you, and you don't have a clue where they may be." Kaos explained.
"Well, if you'd tell me. . ."
Kaos shook his head. "It wouldn't help if I did, you'd never find the place."
Dante narrowed his eyes at Kaos. "How do I know I can really trust you?"
Kaos rubbed his arm. He knew it would be difficult for Dante to ever trust him, seeing as how they hadn't exactly started out friendly toward each other. "Hmm. . ."
Merin looked over to Kaos. He didn't know how to make Dante trust them either. "Well, it's to be expected that he wouldn't have any faith in us, aye?"
Kaos began to think of Beryl for some reason. Faith. . . yeah, he had a lot of that in her. . . "I know. . .I swear to you by the woman I love that we will not harm your friends."
Dante cocked an eyebrow, along with Merin. "That's the cheesiest crap I've ever heard, you know?" It wasn't everyday that Dante had heard of a vampire, no matter how pure blooded, swear upon his love. It made Dante want to laugh, but he kept the temptation in.
"I didn't think you'd take me seriously. . ." Kaos grumbled. He had meant it too. Beryl was the only thing that helped him live it the world. He'd never give her up for anything. "But it's true. . ."
"Yeah, he really loves that girl. . ." Merin defended with a sigh. "I know he means it. Give us a chance, would ya?"
Dante thought for a moment. What if they were lying? What if they found Demi and Schala and killed them. Dante knew Kaos was more than strong enough to do the job. He'd only beaten him because of a few screw-ups on Kaos's part. What if they killed Schala? Then Skail would have to deal with his father AND sister's deaths, mostly because at his faults. Yui wouldn't be dead now if Skail had just stayed home, and Schala and Demi wouldn't have been token away but the demon woman if he'd have stayed home. . .
Dante shook these thoughts from his head. He really didn't have much of a choice but to let them go. Time was running short; for all Dante knew, the two were already near death, and every second he stood there thinking only made things worse.
"Fine. . ." Dante nodded finally. He didn't have a choice really. "But if you lay one finger on either of them. . .ESPECIALLY Schala. . ."
"Don't worry, I won't touch your woman." Kaos sneered. "The only woman I'll 'touch' is Izra, and that's with my blade."
Dante glared at Kaos. "What do you mean 'my woman'?"
Merin gave a small laugh. "Oh, come on! I can tell you're sweet on her. You've fallen for that little vixen, haven't you?"
"N-no!" Dante defended. "I just don't want Skail's sister to die too, that's all!"
"Uh huh, sure. . ." Merin said slyly.
Dante could feel his ears burning and he turned from Kaos and Merin. "Just go, we don't have much time!"
With a nod, the two demons were off, so silently that Dante barely heard their departure.
Before Dante could even sigh, Merin was back. Dante stared at him.
"By the way, feel free to roam around if you want. There isn't a lot here and it smells, but maybe you'll find something you're looking for." He said, winking. Then he turned and dashed away, all in one smooth motion.
"What could possibly be down here that I would want?" Dante thought. He looked around the blood stained room and to a small tunnel. He glanced down at Skail. "Let's get out of here. . ." He said, holding Skail closer.
"Will I ever see daddy again?" Skail asked, looking back at his father's corpse as they left the room.
Dante kept a mental note to come back and pick up the body before they left, so that he could take him back to the village for a proper burial. "Maybe when you die, kid. . ."
That didn't help Skail. He simply cuddled his head into Dante's chest and sighed sadly, pulling the huge coat Dante had given him over his shoulders.
* * *
Demi stood, slightly crouched, sword ready. He stayed in front of Schala, guarding her from the demon wench before him. Slowly, they moved around the room, circling each other.
The fight had been going on for a good twenty minutes or so, and Schala had been wounded once already. She was incapacitated at the moment, her thrusting arm sliced deeply at the inner part of her elbow. Her shoulder had been sliced acutely too. It would be at least five more minutes before she could participate again.
Demi had taken up the fight for the past fifteen minutes. It hadn't really gone anywhere either. Just the same redundant moves: She'd charge at them, he'd knock her away. Over, and over, and over again this happened. Demitri was getting just plain sick of it.
"She's just playing with us. . ." Demi thought to himself. "This is just a game to her."
"Precisely." Izra said with a smile, reading his mind.
How the hell was Demi supposed to fight with an opponent who knew everything he was thinking? He'd never get a hit in.
"Schala, I'm not sure I can do this. . ." Demi confessed.
"Of course you can!" Schala comforted. "Just be strong!"
"Right strong. . ." He thought. "Be brave, don't chicken out, you can do this. . .HERE SHE COMES AGAIN!!"
Izra was dashing in again, but this time Demi wouldn't have it. He decided to take the offensive, blocking her scimitar with his sword. He kicked out at her, but no luck; Izra hopped back a few feet, then came at him with a small sort of upper cut with the blade.
Demi barely blocked this and twisted around, getting to Izra's side. He brought his elbow into her face. . .well, he had tried, but she ducked down, spinning her leg around to trip Demi. He hopped up and backward, but she sprang from the ground, bringing her scimitar straight for his throat.
Demi barely managed to parry to the side, letting out a yelp of pain as the blade cleanly sliced into his upper arm. He moved back, dropping his attack as he coddled his wound, blood seeping past his fingers.
This woman wasn't really very fast. Demi could see each move just fine, but still he had a horrible time dodging and hitting.
"I'd better think of something fast, before I'm doomed!" He thought as Isra slid forward at him. He rolled away, but was nicked in the thigh. He winced, but got to his feet. "She knows every move I'm going to make! Anything I think of, she'll see it and just go along with it! It's absurd!"
But, what if he didn't do what he thought he was going to?
The idea crossed his mind briefly before he shut the thought away, out of Izra's reach. Izra knew something was up, but she hadn't listened to his thought well. "What is it that you plan, child?"
Demi smirked. It was time for some dullardness. "Nothing you can't see. You know every thought that comes to my mind, so you know what I plan next, right?"
Izra cocked a brow at him, finding him silly. "Yes, of course. You are no match for me."
With a nod, Demi readied himself for another confrontation. "Then get ready!" With that, he dashed at Izra. "To the right." He thought. Just as he reached Izra, she moved to his right, ready to strike him.
But he didn't move to the right. He sidestepped to the left instead, jabbing at Izra. She almost moved enough, but the thin blade struck into her left arm and she hissed out, moving away. After a moment, Izra took the offensive, but Demi was ready.
"Roll left." Demi thought.
As Izra came to Demi, she ducked down, sweeping her blade across the floor to slice the rolling Demi.
But Demi didn't roll, he jumped. He jumped straight over Izra's head and behind her, slashing as he came down. A long scratch was torn into Izra's back, and she shrieked loudly to show it.
Now Izra was more than enraged and she attacked in a flurry of swipes and slashes.
"Jump."
Izra jumped up to slash him as he jumped, ready to tear him to pieces.
Demi rolled forwards, right under where Izra was. "Jump slash." He thought. Izra moved to the side in mid air to dodge the slash, but was surprised when Demi moved to the side and waited for her to land. As she did, he spun around in circles like in a tornado of blade. The flat of the sword blade slammed into Izra's side and good arm, sending her careening into the nearby brick wall. She could feel a horrible deep pain within her arm and side, telling her that her arm and a few ribs were broken.
"Astonishing. . ." She panted. "How is it that I can not read your thought's properly, even though I could before?"
Demi smirked, looking over to Schala. She was now healed and ready for the next round, if there would be one. "Easy. . .I'm just not doing what I 'think' I'm going to. It makes your mind reading useless, just like your arm now." He felt the urge to laugh, and decide to go ahead and do so. "I guess you won't be swinging that thing around to well, will you?"
Demi's laughter was stopped short as Izra began to cackle. It was a shrill and evil laugh that made Demi feel sick.
"You think that is ALL I can do, boy?" She laughed. How about we see how well you can handle this!" Izra shot a glance at Demi, her eyes glowing a brilliant golden color. Demi stared into her eyes, standing perfectly still. The world around him seemed to dim out without him even noticing. All he could see was Izra and himself.
Now, Izra began to disappear, cackling madly. Demi snapped out of his trance at this time, looking to see where he was now. Schala was no where in sight, but his surroundings were that of a forest. It was a thick and dark forest that Demi noticed almost immediately.
This forest was near his home.
Well, his home from when he was little. Demi had lived in small town, and near there was a giant forest, where he and his parents or friends would play or camp.
"Why am I here?" Demi wondered. He remembered the visions he had had the day before. Had Izra done that? There was no doubt in his mind.
"Hmm. . ." Izra's voice said from somewhere. Demi couldn't see her, but he could tell she was close. He could still feel her dark energy. "What can we do to scare you, little man? I wonder what frightens you."
Demi growled, snapping his head around. "I'm not afraid of anything, you succubus wench! Give me all you've got, I'm not afraid!" He told himself that no matter what she could dish out, it would be fake. It wouldn't be real.
"Demi. . ." A soft, weak voice called. He recognized the voice almost immediately.
"M-mother?"
* * * *
Kaos and Merin dashed down a hall of the cathedral. Kaos signaled for Merin to turn at the next fork in the hall.
"She's in the hidden room, go on. I'll catch up!" Kaos explained.
"Where are you going?" Merin asked, turning where he was supposed to.
"If we're on the verge of mutiny, I think I should insure the protection of my belongings."
Merin knew exactly what he meant. "Right then, catch up soon."
With that, Kaos was streaking down the opposing corridor, but just as Merin turned to leave, he turned back. "Kaos! Wait!"
To late, Kaos was gone. "Damn it! I don't know where the room is. . ." Sure, Merin knew the general area of the hidden area: within the cathedral's second floor. But he wasn't exactly sure.
Merin shrugged and dashed off. Looked like he'd have a lot of searching to do.
Kaos charged up the stairs to the third floor, where the living quarters were. He found the door in less than a minute, swinging it open. Inside, Beryl was lying on her bed, reading a book. Ori was sitting at a small table, drinking a cup of coffee. He had been, until Kaos barged in and made him spit it all over the table in fright.
"Holy crap! Don't scare me like that!!!" Ori squealed with fright, mopping up the coffee with a rag.
Beryl stared at her lover, who was merely standing in the doorway, breathing heavily. "Kaos, what's wrong?"
Finally, Kaos came into the room. "I need you. . ."
Ori stared at Kaos wildly. "WHAT!?!? I don't think this is the place for—"
Kaos snapped his vision over to Ori. "You, out of the room, now!" He huffed.
Ori did as he was told and stumbled from the room, not wanting Kaos to get impatient. He shut the door behind him.
"Kaos, what is it dear? Are you alright?" Beryl asked, putting her book away and getting up from the bed. She slowly walked over to Kaos, who was just staring at her. "What is it?"
Kaos walked up to her swiftly and hugged, sighing. "I need you to hide out for a while, okay?"
Beryl laid her head on Kaos's chest, listening to his heart beat furiously. "Why? What's happening?"
Kaos kept his voice low. "Me and Merin are going to go fight with Izra, and I—"
At this, Beryl pulled away from Kaos so that she could look up into his face. "WHAT?" Her eyes were full of alarm, her voice loud. "Why? Why are you—"
Kaos winced as Beryl yelled. "We're having a bit of a uprising here against Gaul, so I'd like you to keep your voice down, if you would please."
"Why should I—"
"Look, Ori's just waiting outside, so if you keep up this yelling, he'll hear you." Kaos hissed with annoyance. "Then he'll listen to what we're talking about, and go tell Gaul. Neither of us want that, right?"
Beryl knew what would happen if Kaos didn't do as Gaul instructed. It was her life at stake here, so she lowered her voice. "So what's going on?"
Kaos explained everything. He told her about Dante and Skail and Surt and everything. All this took about three minutes.
"I'll be back soon, but until then I want you to hide someplace, okay? Somewhere where Gaul or Ori won't find you. Can you do that?" Kaos finished.
Beryl nodded. "I think I know a good place. You know where we both hang out a lot?"
Kaos thought on this for a second. "Yeah, fourth floor storeroom?"
"That's it." She agreed.
Kaos nodded his approval. "Good, and if you hear anyone coming, get out and go to the roof. If someone comes after you, jump into the holy water lake." Kaos instructed. When I come to get you later, if you aren't in the storeroom, I'll get Dante to get you from the lake, deal?"
Beryl smiled and hugged him. "Deal."
With a quick kiss, Kaos ran from the room. "I promise to be back." He called, rushing past Ori and back down the hall he'd come from.
Ori went back into the room, a look of confusion on his face. "What's going on?"
"Kaos has been ordered to destroy Dante." Beryl lied. "He came back to talk for a moment, in case something bad happens to him."
Ori nodded. "Ah." Then, he went back to the table, sitting and continuing with his coffee. Beryl left the room without him even noticing her departure.
Burry: (eating a carrot) I'll leave here, just for the sake of leaving it off. I'll be back soon, and I hope to see some loving reviews.
Dyne: HEY! WHO ATE THE LAST CARROT!!!???
Burry: . . . . .
Dyne: Those are MY carrots you stupid---(Gets hit with a boomerang)
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Chapter 22 Illusions
Some time had passed since Yui's death now, probably near half an hour. Dante paced across the room, Skail still in his arms. "I have to find Demi and Schala." He growled to himself. "But where the hell did that wench take them?!"
Merin and Kaos stood, thinking for a moment. Kaos decided to speak up first.
"I think I know where she took them. Let me and Merin find them for you."
"Why the hell would I do that?" Dante protested.
"We move faster than you, and you don't have a clue where they may be." Kaos explained.
"Well, if you'd tell me. . ."
Kaos shook his head. "It wouldn't help if I did, you'd never find the place."
Dante narrowed his eyes at Kaos. "How do I know I can really trust you?"
Kaos rubbed his arm. He knew it would be difficult for Dante to ever trust him, seeing as how they hadn't exactly started out friendly toward each other. "Hmm. . ."
Merin looked over to Kaos. He didn't know how to make Dante trust them either. "Well, it's to be expected that he wouldn't have any faith in us, aye?"
Kaos began to think of Beryl for some reason. Faith. . . yeah, he had a lot of that in her. . . "I know. . .I swear to you by the woman I love that we will not harm your friends."
Dante cocked an eyebrow, along with Merin. "That's the cheesiest crap I've ever heard, you know?" It wasn't everyday that Dante had heard of a vampire, no matter how pure blooded, swear upon his love. It made Dante want to laugh, but he kept the temptation in.
"I didn't think you'd take me seriously. . ." Kaos grumbled. He had meant it too. Beryl was the only thing that helped him live it the world. He'd never give her up for anything. "But it's true. . ."
"Yeah, he really loves that girl. . ." Merin defended with a sigh. "I know he means it. Give us a chance, would ya?"
Dante thought for a moment. What if they were lying? What if they found Demi and Schala and killed them. Dante knew Kaos was more than strong enough to do the job. He'd only beaten him because of a few screw-ups on Kaos's part. What if they killed Schala? Then Skail would have to deal with his father AND sister's deaths, mostly because at his faults. Yui wouldn't be dead now if Skail had just stayed home, and Schala and Demi wouldn't have been token away but the demon woman if he'd have stayed home. . .
Dante shook these thoughts from his head. He really didn't have much of a choice but to let them go. Time was running short; for all Dante knew, the two were already near death, and every second he stood there thinking only made things worse.
"Fine. . ." Dante nodded finally. He didn't have a choice really. "But if you lay one finger on either of them. . .ESPECIALLY Schala. . ."
"Don't worry, I won't touch your woman." Kaos sneered. "The only woman I'll 'touch' is Izra, and that's with my blade."
Dante glared at Kaos. "What do you mean 'my woman'?"
Merin gave a small laugh. "Oh, come on! I can tell you're sweet on her. You've fallen for that little vixen, haven't you?"
"N-no!" Dante defended. "I just don't want Skail's sister to die too, that's all!"
"Uh huh, sure. . ." Merin said slyly.
Dante could feel his ears burning and he turned from Kaos and Merin. "Just go, we don't have much time!"
With a nod, the two demons were off, so silently that Dante barely heard their departure.
Before Dante could even sigh, Merin was back. Dante stared at him.
"By the way, feel free to roam around if you want. There isn't a lot here and it smells, but maybe you'll find something you're looking for." He said, winking. Then he turned and dashed away, all in one smooth motion.
"What could possibly be down here that I would want?" Dante thought. He looked around the blood stained room and to a small tunnel. He glanced down at Skail. "Let's get out of here. . ." He said, holding Skail closer.
"Will I ever see daddy again?" Skail asked, looking back at his father's corpse as they left the room.
Dante kept a mental note to come back and pick up the body before they left, so that he could take him back to the village for a proper burial. "Maybe when you die, kid. . ."
That didn't help Skail. He simply cuddled his head into Dante's chest and sighed sadly, pulling the huge coat Dante had given him over his shoulders.
* * *
Demi stood, slightly crouched, sword ready. He stayed in front of Schala, guarding her from the demon wench before him. Slowly, they moved around the room, circling each other.
The fight had been going on for a good twenty minutes or so, and Schala had been wounded once already. She was incapacitated at the moment, her thrusting arm sliced deeply at the inner part of her elbow. Her shoulder had been sliced acutely too. It would be at least five more minutes before she could participate again.
Demi had taken up the fight for the past fifteen minutes. It hadn't really gone anywhere either. Just the same redundant moves: She'd charge at them, he'd knock her away. Over, and over, and over again this happened. Demitri was getting just plain sick of it.
"She's just playing with us. . ." Demi thought to himself. "This is just a game to her."
"Precisely." Izra said with a smile, reading his mind.
How the hell was Demi supposed to fight with an opponent who knew everything he was thinking? He'd never get a hit in.
"Schala, I'm not sure I can do this. . ." Demi confessed.
"Of course you can!" Schala comforted. "Just be strong!"
"Right strong. . ." He thought. "Be brave, don't chicken out, you can do this. . .HERE SHE COMES AGAIN!!"
Izra was dashing in again, but this time Demi wouldn't have it. He decided to take the offensive, blocking her scimitar with his sword. He kicked out at her, but no luck; Izra hopped back a few feet, then came at him with a small sort of upper cut with the blade.
Demi barely blocked this and twisted around, getting to Izra's side. He brought his elbow into her face. . .well, he had tried, but she ducked down, spinning her leg around to trip Demi. He hopped up and backward, but she sprang from the ground, bringing her scimitar straight for his throat.
Demi barely managed to parry to the side, letting out a yelp of pain as the blade cleanly sliced into his upper arm. He moved back, dropping his attack as he coddled his wound, blood seeping past his fingers.
This woman wasn't really very fast. Demi could see each move just fine, but still he had a horrible time dodging and hitting.
"I'd better think of something fast, before I'm doomed!" He thought as Isra slid forward at him. He rolled away, but was nicked in the thigh. He winced, but got to his feet. "She knows every move I'm going to make! Anything I think of, she'll see it and just go along with it! It's absurd!"
But, what if he didn't do what he thought he was going to?
The idea crossed his mind briefly before he shut the thought away, out of Izra's reach. Izra knew something was up, but she hadn't listened to his thought well. "What is it that you plan, child?"
Demi smirked. It was time for some dullardness. "Nothing you can't see. You know every thought that comes to my mind, so you know what I plan next, right?"
Izra cocked a brow at him, finding him silly. "Yes, of course. You are no match for me."
With a nod, Demi readied himself for another confrontation. "Then get ready!" With that, he dashed at Izra. "To the right." He thought. Just as he reached Izra, she moved to his right, ready to strike him.
But he didn't move to the right. He sidestepped to the left instead, jabbing at Izra. She almost moved enough, but the thin blade struck into her left arm and she hissed out, moving away. After a moment, Izra took the offensive, but Demi was ready.
"Roll left." Demi thought.
As Izra came to Demi, she ducked down, sweeping her blade across the floor to slice the rolling Demi.
But Demi didn't roll, he jumped. He jumped straight over Izra's head and behind her, slashing as he came down. A long scratch was torn into Izra's back, and she shrieked loudly to show it.
Now Izra was more than enraged and she attacked in a flurry of swipes and slashes.
"Jump."
Izra jumped up to slash him as he jumped, ready to tear him to pieces.
Demi rolled forwards, right under where Izra was. "Jump slash." He thought. Izra moved to the side in mid air to dodge the slash, but was surprised when Demi moved to the side and waited for her to land. As she did, he spun around in circles like in a tornado of blade. The flat of the sword blade slammed into Izra's side and good arm, sending her careening into the nearby brick wall. She could feel a horrible deep pain within her arm and side, telling her that her arm and a few ribs were broken.
"Astonishing. . ." She panted. "How is it that I can not read your thought's properly, even though I could before?"
Demi smirked, looking over to Schala. She was now healed and ready for the next round, if there would be one. "Easy. . .I'm just not doing what I 'think' I'm going to. It makes your mind reading useless, just like your arm now." He felt the urge to laugh, and decide to go ahead and do so. "I guess you won't be swinging that thing around to well, will you?"
Demi's laughter was stopped short as Izra began to cackle. It was a shrill and evil laugh that made Demi feel sick.
"You think that is ALL I can do, boy?" She laughed. How about we see how well you can handle this!" Izra shot a glance at Demi, her eyes glowing a brilliant golden color. Demi stared into her eyes, standing perfectly still. The world around him seemed to dim out without him even noticing. All he could see was Izra and himself.
Now, Izra began to disappear, cackling madly. Demi snapped out of his trance at this time, looking to see where he was now. Schala was no where in sight, but his surroundings were that of a forest. It was a thick and dark forest that Demi noticed almost immediately.
This forest was near his home.
Well, his home from when he was little. Demi had lived in small town, and near there was a giant forest, where he and his parents or friends would play or camp.
"Why am I here?" Demi wondered. He remembered the visions he had had the day before. Had Izra done that? There was no doubt in his mind.
"Hmm. . ." Izra's voice said from somewhere. Demi couldn't see her, but he could tell she was close. He could still feel her dark energy. "What can we do to scare you, little man? I wonder what frightens you."
Demi growled, snapping his head around. "I'm not afraid of anything, you succubus wench! Give me all you've got, I'm not afraid!" He told himself that no matter what she could dish out, it would be fake. It wouldn't be real.
"Demi. . ." A soft, weak voice called. He recognized the voice almost immediately.
"M-mother?"
* * * *
Kaos and Merin dashed down a hall of the cathedral. Kaos signaled for Merin to turn at the next fork in the hall.
"She's in the hidden room, go on. I'll catch up!" Kaos explained.
"Where are you going?" Merin asked, turning where he was supposed to.
"If we're on the verge of mutiny, I think I should insure the protection of my belongings."
Merin knew exactly what he meant. "Right then, catch up soon."
With that, Kaos was streaking down the opposing corridor, but just as Merin turned to leave, he turned back. "Kaos! Wait!"
To late, Kaos was gone. "Damn it! I don't know where the room is. . ." Sure, Merin knew the general area of the hidden area: within the cathedral's second floor. But he wasn't exactly sure.
Merin shrugged and dashed off. Looked like he'd have a lot of searching to do.
Kaos charged up the stairs to the third floor, where the living quarters were. He found the door in less than a minute, swinging it open. Inside, Beryl was lying on her bed, reading a book. Ori was sitting at a small table, drinking a cup of coffee. He had been, until Kaos barged in and made him spit it all over the table in fright.
"Holy crap! Don't scare me like that!!!" Ori squealed with fright, mopping up the coffee with a rag.
Beryl stared at her lover, who was merely standing in the doorway, breathing heavily. "Kaos, what's wrong?"
Finally, Kaos came into the room. "I need you. . ."
Ori stared at Kaos wildly. "WHAT!?!? I don't think this is the place for—"
Kaos snapped his vision over to Ori. "You, out of the room, now!" He huffed.
Ori did as he was told and stumbled from the room, not wanting Kaos to get impatient. He shut the door behind him.
"Kaos, what is it dear? Are you alright?" Beryl asked, putting her book away and getting up from the bed. She slowly walked over to Kaos, who was just staring at her. "What is it?"
Kaos walked up to her swiftly and hugged, sighing. "I need you to hide out for a while, okay?"
Beryl laid her head on Kaos's chest, listening to his heart beat furiously. "Why? What's happening?"
Kaos kept his voice low. "Me and Merin are going to go fight with Izra, and I—"
At this, Beryl pulled away from Kaos so that she could look up into his face. "WHAT?" Her eyes were full of alarm, her voice loud. "Why? Why are you—"
Kaos winced as Beryl yelled. "We're having a bit of a uprising here against Gaul, so I'd like you to keep your voice down, if you would please."
"Why should I—"
"Look, Ori's just waiting outside, so if you keep up this yelling, he'll hear you." Kaos hissed with annoyance. "Then he'll listen to what we're talking about, and go tell Gaul. Neither of us want that, right?"
Beryl knew what would happen if Kaos didn't do as Gaul instructed. It was her life at stake here, so she lowered her voice. "So what's going on?"
Kaos explained everything. He told her about Dante and Skail and Surt and everything. All this took about three minutes.
"I'll be back soon, but until then I want you to hide someplace, okay? Somewhere where Gaul or Ori won't find you. Can you do that?" Kaos finished.
Beryl nodded. "I think I know a good place. You know where we both hang out a lot?"
Kaos thought on this for a second. "Yeah, fourth floor storeroom?"
"That's it." She agreed.
Kaos nodded his approval. "Good, and if you hear anyone coming, get out and go to the roof. If someone comes after you, jump into the holy water lake." Kaos instructed. When I come to get you later, if you aren't in the storeroom, I'll get Dante to get you from the lake, deal?"
Beryl smiled and hugged him. "Deal."
With a quick kiss, Kaos ran from the room. "I promise to be back." He called, rushing past Ori and back down the hall he'd come from.
Ori went back into the room, a look of confusion on his face. "What's going on?"
"Kaos has been ordered to destroy Dante." Beryl lied. "He came back to talk for a moment, in case something bad happens to him."
Ori nodded. "Ah." Then, he went back to the table, sitting and continuing with his coffee. Beryl left the room without him even noticing her departure.
Burry: (eating a carrot) I'll leave here, just for the sake of leaving it off. I'll be back soon, and I hope to see some loving reviews.
Dyne: HEY! WHO ATE THE LAST CARROT!!!???
Burry: . . . . .
Dyne: Those are MY carrots you stupid---(Gets hit with a boomerang)
Burry: Quiet you!! I'm busy!! (Turns back) Okay, you review, pwwwweeeease??"