I'm back, but um. . .I messed up! I said Kaos's childhood was around the
early 1700. (Cough) I meant the early 1300's. . . Obviously, they were
using guns in the 1700's, and they didn't have the plague epidemic so badly
during that time either. (If it were feudal Japan, it really wouldn't
matter, because they were using swords until the late 1800s!) That also
makes Kaos about. . .3 or 4 hundred years older! I hope it wasn't too bad,
because I tried to write it as quickly as possible. . .
I feel good today, despite a small injury on my face. (Glares at Archangel) I'm really not mad at you man, you're my friend, and it was bound to happen sooner or later, with us swinging those swords around. Pure and simple, it was an ACCIDENT!! (But, you won't live it down. . .)
Busta, I'm glad you like Kaos so much! And just as you told me, thank you for all of your support. It's very, very helpful. (especially to my self esteem. Otherwise, I might have quit writing a while back)
Chapter 25
Kaos could see the area around him melting and fading into darkness. He closed his eyes for a moment, then when he opened them, he was standing in the hidden room where he and Merin had arrived to help Dante's friends. Merin was nearby, knelling over Izra's dead body.
"That was odd." Merin said, standing up. "I was fighting her one minute, then she suddenly froze and fell to the ground."
Kaos knew her tricks. She could make things seem so real within someone's mind, that it could actually harm them. However, placing herself within the person's thoughts put her into the same danger. Kaos didn't bother to explain this and looked over to Demitri's body, where he seemed to be fighting a nightmare.
"Go ahead and wake him up. He should come around now." Kaos instructed Merin. Even with Izra gone, the effects of her powers could still harm the boy. He needed to be awoken quickly.
Kaos looked over to Schala, who was still lying on the ground where he had left her. He didn't have a clue how long Izra had put him in the dream, but he guessed it wasn't very long. He slowly came over to Schala and bent down at her side.
"You can get up now. It's over." Kaos persuaded coolly. He watched as Schala gently brought her head up and gazed up at him. He only stared, waiting to see what she would do.
Carefully, Schala sat up, keeping her eyes on Kaos the entire time. She wiped some sticky blood from her neck and looked at it. Kaos dug around in his pockets, removing a handkerchief and handed it out to Schala, who could only stare at it now. After a moment, she took it and began to wipe her hands and neck of the blood.
"Thank you. . ." Schala said softly as she handed the piece of bloody cloth back to Kaos. He smiled and took it, folding it back and putting it into his pocket again. He smiled thinly and turned to Merin, who was still trying to rouse Demitri.
"Is he coming around?" Kaos asked, walking closer.
"I think so."
Just as Merin spoke, Demi suddenly leapt to his feet, screaming. He drew his sword with lightning speed and began spinning around, as if to be searching for someone. His eyes snapped from one person to the next, sweat pouring down his face.
"Demi!" Schala yelled. She was glad to see that he was alright. "Thank goodness!" She ran to hug him, but stopped as he backed away, bewildered. "Demi? What's wrong?"
Demi was silent for a time, only breathing heavily. He stared around, feeling scared, angry, annoyed, sad. . .all of this mixed into one. "That man, he—he was. . ." He had fought the man who had killed his mother, but he knew he wouldn't have won. Gaul had come so close to killing Demi, but the boy had been lucky to wake up when he did. He felt horrible and merely stood, trying to figure out what was real or not. He could see the people around him. . .but was this just another vision, or was it real now? Izra was laid out on the floor, motionless. This had to be reality. This wasn't the dream world Izra had put him in.
"It's okay kid, the wench is dead. You're back to the real world now." Kaos assured. Demi snapped his eyes onto Kaos and let his vision sit on him.
"You're that demon. . ." Demi remembered, blinking a few times. He was now calming down, and Kaos's words reassured him. "Are you going to kill me?"
Kaos only laughed. "I haven't the faintest intentions." He reached out and grabbed Demi's arm and began to the door. "Come on, let's go."
Schala stared at him, coming along. "Where are we going?"
Merin was already at the door as Kaos pulled Demi along. He finally let Demi go as he came to the door. "We have to find Dante. He should be in the dungeon."
Kaos was right, Dante and Skail had just reached the dungeon with the slightest amount of resistance from the demons. It was strange. There weren't any demons, NONE. It made Dante feel. . .uneasy.
By now, Skail had calmed down considerably and was walking beside Dante. He glanced around cautiously every now and then, feeling rather uptight because of the lack of demons.
Dante stopped as he reached a heavy looking wooden door. He grabbed the handle and pulled, letting it slide open noisily. As the child came inside, he came as well, shutting the door behind him. The smell of decay still lingered significantly, but had lessened in potency since the earlier areas of the dungeon.
This room was large and dirty. There were five large caged rooms to Dante's right, probably cells for prisoners. Dante walked by the first cell, inspecting the inside. There was nothing. The same as he came by the second, and the third. . .
But the fourth one made Dante stop. Inside he could see a figure. The figure had their legs pulled up and they sat on a cot, holding onto their knees. They had an old, raggedy blanket wrapped around them.
Dante put his hands on the bars and looked in at the man curiously. "Hey." Dante called. The man didn't answer. Dante picked up a small, broken piece of stone from the floor and tapped it on the bar, making a loud hollow 'tink' sound. "Hey!" Dante called again, this time louder. The man still didn't look up, so Dante chunked the stone at him, hitting him in the shoulder. "Hey, get up!"
"I heard you. . ." The man grumbled. He stirred some looked up. His hair was horribly messy and dirty, but Dante couldn't tell if he had brown or gray hair from the dim lighting within the dungeon. The man's eyes shone clearly yellow through the dimness, and they were looking widely at Dante.
"W-who-who are you?!" The man yelled, standing up. He seemed quite nervous for some reason. "Are you a new watch or something?"
"No." Dante said briefly. "I'm just looking around. Are you a prisoner here?"
The man scoffed. "No, I came here and locked myself into this stinking, disgusting cell all on my own free will. What do you think?" He growled sarcastically.
Dante ignored the tone. "Why did they put you down here?"
"So, you don't work with the army?" The man asked, sitting back down.
"No, so why did why did they stick you down here?"
The man said nothing for a moment, seeming to be thinking. He rubbed his temples softly, then sighed. "They want some information that I have."
"What about? Go on." Dante pushed.
"They can't find the Arul Light."
Dante cocked a brow. "So I take it you know where it is?"
"Maybe. . .But I don't plan to tell anyone."
Dante sighed. The Arul Light was his reason for even being here. Now that he had a chance to figure out where it was, he was going to push the issue. "Would it help if I told you that I need it for something good?"
The man scoffed. "I surely doubt you could find a good enough use for it to get my sympathy. . ."
"Come on. . ." Dante grumbled. "It's a noble cause."
"Yeah right. . ." The man glared at Dante. "No one even knows what that thing can do. Everyone's trying to get it because of rumors they hear about it."
"Hm? What do you mean?" Dante asked curiously. He had only been told that it could resurrect the dead. "I thought it could bring back the dead."
The man sighed. "Sure, I suppose. . .Are you willing to listen to an old man's story about it?"
"I got some time, I guess. Just don't take too long."
The man looked down to the floor and began to speak. "The Arul Light was created over three hundred years ago by two men. One was a human named Aurin, the other was a demon named Belthis; me."
"Keep going."
"Well, we made this thing for a great cause. It was a time of war, and we wanted to make an item that could bring the dead back to life. We succeeded; the Arul Light could bring any creature back from the grave, even demons. Unfortunately, something. . .happened. Aurin was attacked and possessed by demons soon after we constructed the Arul Light. I was in charge of keeping the Light safe, but Aurin tricked me and stole the light. When I found him, he attacked me, and I was forced to kill him. I took the Arul Light back, but he had done something horrible to it. He made it to where when we brought a person back to life they would be vicious demons, bent on evil. I tried to fix it, but since I couldn't tell exactly what had been done to it, there was no way to repair the damage.
"The Arul Light was an indestructible relic, so we had it sealed away deep under this church." Belthis seemed to finish and looked up at Dante, who held a look of grief on his face. "What's wrong, boy?"
Dante was silent for a moment, and looked down at Skail. "Damn. . . .Looks like my trip here was in vain. . ."
"Hm? What do you mean?" Belthis asked, cocking his head to the side.
"I came here to find that relic and bring my mother and brother back from the dead. They were killed by Mundus many years ago." Dante explained. "I was also hoping to bring this boys father back to life. . . ."
Belthis sighed. "I'm sorry to hear that. I understand how you feel."
Dante thought for a moment. "What happens if you bring back a person who's already a demon?"
Belthis groaned. "Same thing with some. But usually they go berserk and kill anyone around them. However, if the demon army brought Mundus back. . ."
"But Mundus isn't really dead, right? I only sealed him away!" Dante interrupted.
Belthis hadn't really noticed that Dante was the son of Sparda. He raised an eyebrow, but didn't seem to care who he was really. "You killed his body, locking away his spirit. He can still be resurrected. When he is, his spirit will be released to return to his body. His spirit has been brooding silently for these few years since you killed him before. When he returns, he'll be stronger than ever. The demon army knows this, and as loyal servants, wish for his revival.
"Yeah, but if they've already taken over the church, then why haven't they found the Light yet?" Dante questioned. He was quite upset with the new information about the Arul Light. However, the least he could do was keep the demons from taking it for themselves. He could try to destroy it. "They've been here for a while, from what I've been told."
Belthis smirked. "That's just it. They can't get to it."
Dante cocked his head. "And why's that?"
Belthis sat back against the wall. "The priests here knew that the demons were going to attack. To protect the Light from them, they filled the courtyard that led to the Light's chamber with holy water."
"So that's why that's there." Dante had been curious of the holy water's purpose since he'd first seen it. Now he knew. "So no demon's can get down there?"
"That's the plan. . ." Belthis replied with a nod. "They've been looking for a human to recruit to go down there, but they've had no luck so far. They were stupid when they first came here and killed any human's they saw. Now the only inhabitants are devils.
"Stupid choice indeed." Dante muttered. He thought for a moment. He could go into holy water, so it would be no problem to get into the Arul light's chamber. "How do I get into the chamber where the light is kept?"
Belthis only smirked again. "You need a key."
"And that would be where?" Dante asked, a bit miffed.
"In the church, but you've got a whole lot of back tracking from here. It'll take you a while."
Dante sighed. He didn't like the sound of it, but it seemed to be the only way. "Okay, what room?"
"The chapel."
All the way back to the start. That would take all day and Dante knew it. He growled in aggravation, then sighed. "Okay, I'll find this key, get to the chamber, and destroy the Arul Light." Dante planned.
Belthis sneered at this plan. "I already told you; you can't destroy the Arul Light. It's unbreakable."
Dante had forgotten about that. "Is there any way at all?"
Belthis was silent for a moment, and seemed to be thinking hard on the question. "Well, the Light is a dark and evil relic now, since Aurin got his hands on it. You should be able to destroy it with a power of purity or courage. But there's a chance that it could destroy you in the process.
Dante smirked. "I'll take that chance." He began looking at the bars of the cell. "Let's get you out of here, shall we?"
Belthis shook his head. "No, I'd rather stay. I would just get in your way if you let me come along. Don't worry about it."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine. Just come get me if you manage to actually win. Okay?"
Dante nodded and turned, Skail doing the same. "I'll do that, old man. See you soon."
"Good luck to ya."
Now it was time to get back to the chapel. . .
* * * * * * * *
Kaos was in the front of the small line; behind him in order were Demitri, Schala and Merin. They were on the third floor now, making their way to the elevator that went down to the caves and dungeon. It took them quite some time, but they finally made it to the elevator.
Kaos and Merin had been the last ones to use the elevator, so it should have been left up on their floor. However, the elevator was down, and moving up now.
"Crap, we're about to have company. Everyone back." Kaos commanded, pushing back everyone behind him. He, along with the rest of the group, had their weapons at the ready.
Dante was greeted quite unexpectedly with one long, thin sword, a wakisashi, an energy blade, and a spear. "Woah! Everyone calm down." He said with a laugh. Everyone sighed with relief, Schala pushing by to grab Dante and her brother in a hug.
"Skail, you're safe. Thank god." She said softly. She looked up at Dante, smiling gently. "Dante. . .thank you."
Dante smiled thinly, but knew she would soon ask about her father. Sure enough, she popped the question. Dante was silent for some time, giving her the answer she needed. Dante watched as a keen look of sorrow built up in her eyes. She did not say a word, nor did she cry. She only hugged onto Dante and Skail harder.
"Sissy, I can't breath well." Skail said softly. He was taking his father's advice: be strong. He hugged his sister back, patting her back. "It's alright, daddy said so. He told me to take care of you, okay?"
Dante pitied the girl. He let her hold on, feeling a tinge of sadness as well. He breathed deeply and sighed. "I'm sorry. . ."
"What?" Schala asked softly. Her voice was close to breaking, but Dante could tell that she wasn't going to cry. She wasn't going to let it out, and he knew it.
"You told me to protect them, but I couldn't. I'm sorry." Dante explained.
Schala looked down at the ground, her ears burning. "It's not your fault Dante, I'm sure." She held onto Dante closely for comfort. Everyone around just stood around, feeling awkward and out of place in this sad scene.
After a few moments of this sentimental scene, Kaos piped up. "Now that we're all together, we should figure out what we're going to do next." Demi stared at him. Even though Kaos had explained about helping Dante and all while they were coming to the elevator, he still didn't really trust the demon.
"What do you propose?" Demi asked the half vampire. Kaos only looked at him, not really sure himself what to do next.
Everyone except for Schala, who was still hugged to him, looked at Dante as he began to speak.
"We have to go back to the chapel." Dante explained.
There seemed to be one large groan from the entire group.
Okay, this chapter was crap, but give me a few (the last few) and it'll pick up. 'Kay? I'll have more soon, so watch out!
I feel good today, despite a small injury on my face. (Glares at Archangel) I'm really not mad at you man, you're my friend, and it was bound to happen sooner or later, with us swinging those swords around. Pure and simple, it was an ACCIDENT!! (But, you won't live it down. . .)
Busta, I'm glad you like Kaos so much! And just as you told me, thank you for all of your support. It's very, very helpful. (especially to my self esteem. Otherwise, I might have quit writing a while back)
Chapter 25
Kaos could see the area around him melting and fading into darkness. He closed his eyes for a moment, then when he opened them, he was standing in the hidden room where he and Merin had arrived to help Dante's friends. Merin was nearby, knelling over Izra's dead body.
"That was odd." Merin said, standing up. "I was fighting her one minute, then she suddenly froze and fell to the ground."
Kaos knew her tricks. She could make things seem so real within someone's mind, that it could actually harm them. However, placing herself within the person's thoughts put her into the same danger. Kaos didn't bother to explain this and looked over to Demitri's body, where he seemed to be fighting a nightmare.
"Go ahead and wake him up. He should come around now." Kaos instructed Merin. Even with Izra gone, the effects of her powers could still harm the boy. He needed to be awoken quickly.
Kaos looked over to Schala, who was still lying on the ground where he had left her. He didn't have a clue how long Izra had put him in the dream, but he guessed it wasn't very long. He slowly came over to Schala and bent down at her side.
"You can get up now. It's over." Kaos persuaded coolly. He watched as Schala gently brought her head up and gazed up at him. He only stared, waiting to see what she would do.
Carefully, Schala sat up, keeping her eyes on Kaos the entire time. She wiped some sticky blood from her neck and looked at it. Kaos dug around in his pockets, removing a handkerchief and handed it out to Schala, who could only stare at it now. After a moment, she took it and began to wipe her hands and neck of the blood.
"Thank you. . ." Schala said softly as she handed the piece of bloody cloth back to Kaos. He smiled and took it, folding it back and putting it into his pocket again. He smiled thinly and turned to Merin, who was still trying to rouse Demitri.
"Is he coming around?" Kaos asked, walking closer.
"I think so."
Just as Merin spoke, Demi suddenly leapt to his feet, screaming. He drew his sword with lightning speed and began spinning around, as if to be searching for someone. His eyes snapped from one person to the next, sweat pouring down his face.
"Demi!" Schala yelled. She was glad to see that he was alright. "Thank goodness!" She ran to hug him, but stopped as he backed away, bewildered. "Demi? What's wrong?"
Demi was silent for a time, only breathing heavily. He stared around, feeling scared, angry, annoyed, sad. . .all of this mixed into one. "That man, he—he was. . ." He had fought the man who had killed his mother, but he knew he wouldn't have won. Gaul had come so close to killing Demi, but the boy had been lucky to wake up when he did. He felt horrible and merely stood, trying to figure out what was real or not. He could see the people around him. . .but was this just another vision, or was it real now? Izra was laid out on the floor, motionless. This had to be reality. This wasn't the dream world Izra had put him in.
"It's okay kid, the wench is dead. You're back to the real world now." Kaos assured. Demi snapped his eyes onto Kaos and let his vision sit on him.
"You're that demon. . ." Demi remembered, blinking a few times. He was now calming down, and Kaos's words reassured him. "Are you going to kill me?"
Kaos only laughed. "I haven't the faintest intentions." He reached out and grabbed Demi's arm and began to the door. "Come on, let's go."
Schala stared at him, coming along. "Where are we going?"
Merin was already at the door as Kaos pulled Demi along. He finally let Demi go as he came to the door. "We have to find Dante. He should be in the dungeon."
Kaos was right, Dante and Skail had just reached the dungeon with the slightest amount of resistance from the demons. It was strange. There weren't any demons, NONE. It made Dante feel. . .uneasy.
By now, Skail had calmed down considerably and was walking beside Dante. He glanced around cautiously every now and then, feeling rather uptight because of the lack of demons.
Dante stopped as he reached a heavy looking wooden door. He grabbed the handle and pulled, letting it slide open noisily. As the child came inside, he came as well, shutting the door behind him. The smell of decay still lingered significantly, but had lessened in potency since the earlier areas of the dungeon.
This room was large and dirty. There were five large caged rooms to Dante's right, probably cells for prisoners. Dante walked by the first cell, inspecting the inside. There was nothing. The same as he came by the second, and the third. . .
But the fourth one made Dante stop. Inside he could see a figure. The figure had their legs pulled up and they sat on a cot, holding onto their knees. They had an old, raggedy blanket wrapped around them.
Dante put his hands on the bars and looked in at the man curiously. "Hey." Dante called. The man didn't answer. Dante picked up a small, broken piece of stone from the floor and tapped it on the bar, making a loud hollow 'tink' sound. "Hey!" Dante called again, this time louder. The man still didn't look up, so Dante chunked the stone at him, hitting him in the shoulder. "Hey, get up!"
"I heard you. . ." The man grumbled. He stirred some looked up. His hair was horribly messy and dirty, but Dante couldn't tell if he had brown or gray hair from the dim lighting within the dungeon. The man's eyes shone clearly yellow through the dimness, and they were looking widely at Dante.
"W-who-who are you?!" The man yelled, standing up. He seemed quite nervous for some reason. "Are you a new watch or something?"
"No." Dante said briefly. "I'm just looking around. Are you a prisoner here?"
The man scoffed. "No, I came here and locked myself into this stinking, disgusting cell all on my own free will. What do you think?" He growled sarcastically.
Dante ignored the tone. "Why did they put you down here?"
"So, you don't work with the army?" The man asked, sitting back down.
"No, so why did why did they stick you down here?"
The man said nothing for a moment, seeming to be thinking. He rubbed his temples softly, then sighed. "They want some information that I have."
"What about? Go on." Dante pushed.
"They can't find the Arul Light."
Dante cocked a brow. "So I take it you know where it is?"
"Maybe. . .But I don't plan to tell anyone."
Dante sighed. The Arul Light was his reason for even being here. Now that he had a chance to figure out where it was, he was going to push the issue. "Would it help if I told you that I need it for something good?"
The man scoffed. "I surely doubt you could find a good enough use for it to get my sympathy. . ."
"Come on. . ." Dante grumbled. "It's a noble cause."
"Yeah right. . ." The man glared at Dante. "No one even knows what that thing can do. Everyone's trying to get it because of rumors they hear about it."
"Hm? What do you mean?" Dante asked curiously. He had only been told that it could resurrect the dead. "I thought it could bring back the dead."
The man sighed. "Sure, I suppose. . .Are you willing to listen to an old man's story about it?"
"I got some time, I guess. Just don't take too long."
The man looked down to the floor and began to speak. "The Arul Light was created over three hundred years ago by two men. One was a human named Aurin, the other was a demon named Belthis; me."
"Keep going."
"Well, we made this thing for a great cause. It was a time of war, and we wanted to make an item that could bring the dead back to life. We succeeded; the Arul Light could bring any creature back from the grave, even demons. Unfortunately, something. . .happened. Aurin was attacked and possessed by demons soon after we constructed the Arul Light. I was in charge of keeping the Light safe, but Aurin tricked me and stole the light. When I found him, he attacked me, and I was forced to kill him. I took the Arul Light back, but he had done something horrible to it. He made it to where when we brought a person back to life they would be vicious demons, bent on evil. I tried to fix it, but since I couldn't tell exactly what had been done to it, there was no way to repair the damage.
"The Arul Light was an indestructible relic, so we had it sealed away deep under this church." Belthis seemed to finish and looked up at Dante, who held a look of grief on his face. "What's wrong, boy?"
Dante was silent for a moment, and looked down at Skail. "Damn. . . .Looks like my trip here was in vain. . ."
"Hm? What do you mean?" Belthis asked, cocking his head to the side.
"I came here to find that relic and bring my mother and brother back from the dead. They were killed by Mundus many years ago." Dante explained. "I was also hoping to bring this boys father back to life. . . ."
Belthis sighed. "I'm sorry to hear that. I understand how you feel."
Dante thought for a moment. "What happens if you bring back a person who's already a demon?"
Belthis groaned. "Same thing with some. But usually they go berserk and kill anyone around them. However, if the demon army brought Mundus back. . ."
"But Mundus isn't really dead, right? I only sealed him away!" Dante interrupted.
Belthis hadn't really noticed that Dante was the son of Sparda. He raised an eyebrow, but didn't seem to care who he was really. "You killed his body, locking away his spirit. He can still be resurrected. When he is, his spirit will be released to return to his body. His spirit has been brooding silently for these few years since you killed him before. When he returns, he'll be stronger than ever. The demon army knows this, and as loyal servants, wish for his revival.
"Yeah, but if they've already taken over the church, then why haven't they found the Light yet?" Dante questioned. He was quite upset with the new information about the Arul Light. However, the least he could do was keep the demons from taking it for themselves. He could try to destroy it. "They've been here for a while, from what I've been told."
Belthis smirked. "That's just it. They can't get to it."
Dante cocked his head. "And why's that?"
Belthis sat back against the wall. "The priests here knew that the demons were going to attack. To protect the Light from them, they filled the courtyard that led to the Light's chamber with holy water."
"So that's why that's there." Dante had been curious of the holy water's purpose since he'd first seen it. Now he knew. "So no demon's can get down there?"
"That's the plan. . ." Belthis replied with a nod. "They've been looking for a human to recruit to go down there, but they've had no luck so far. They were stupid when they first came here and killed any human's they saw. Now the only inhabitants are devils.
"Stupid choice indeed." Dante muttered. He thought for a moment. He could go into holy water, so it would be no problem to get into the Arul light's chamber. "How do I get into the chamber where the light is kept?"
Belthis only smirked again. "You need a key."
"And that would be where?" Dante asked, a bit miffed.
"In the church, but you've got a whole lot of back tracking from here. It'll take you a while."
Dante sighed. He didn't like the sound of it, but it seemed to be the only way. "Okay, what room?"
"The chapel."
All the way back to the start. That would take all day and Dante knew it. He growled in aggravation, then sighed. "Okay, I'll find this key, get to the chamber, and destroy the Arul Light." Dante planned.
Belthis sneered at this plan. "I already told you; you can't destroy the Arul Light. It's unbreakable."
Dante had forgotten about that. "Is there any way at all?"
Belthis was silent for a moment, and seemed to be thinking hard on the question. "Well, the Light is a dark and evil relic now, since Aurin got his hands on it. You should be able to destroy it with a power of purity or courage. But there's a chance that it could destroy you in the process.
Dante smirked. "I'll take that chance." He began looking at the bars of the cell. "Let's get you out of here, shall we?"
Belthis shook his head. "No, I'd rather stay. I would just get in your way if you let me come along. Don't worry about it."
"You sure?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine. Just come get me if you manage to actually win. Okay?"
Dante nodded and turned, Skail doing the same. "I'll do that, old man. See you soon."
"Good luck to ya."
Now it was time to get back to the chapel. . .
* * * * * * * *
Kaos was in the front of the small line; behind him in order were Demitri, Schala and Merin. They were on the third floor now, making their way to the elevator that went down to the caves and dungeon. It took them quite some time, but they finally made it to the elevator.
Kaos and Merin had been the last ones to use the elevator, so it should have been left up on their floor. However, the elevator was down, and moving up now.
"Crap, we're about to have company. Everyone back." Kaos commanded, pushing back everyone behind him. He, along with the rest of the group, had their weapons at the ready.
Dante was greeted quite unexpectedly with one long, thin sword, a wakisashi, an energy blade, and a spear. "Woah! Everyone calm down." He said with a laugh. Everyone sighed with relief, Schala pushing by to grab Dante and her brother in a hug.
"Skail, you're safe. Thank god." She said softly. She looked up at Dante, smiling gently. "Dante. . .thank you."
Dante smiled thinly, but knew she would soon ask about her father. Sure enough, she popped the question. Dante was silent for some time, giving her the answer she needed. Dante watched as a keen look of sorrow built up in her eyes. She did not say a word, nor did she cry. She only hugged onto Dante and Skail harder.
"Sissy, I can't breath well." Skail said softly. He was taking his father's advice: be strong. He hugged his sister back, patting her back. "It's alright, daddy said so. He told me to take care of you, okay?"
Dante pitied the girl. He let her hold on, feeling a tinge of sadness as well. He breathed deeply and sighed. "I'm sorry. . ."
"What?" Schala asked softly. Her voice was close to breaking, but Dante could tell that she wasn't going to cry. She wasn't going to let it out, and he knew it.
"You told me to protect them, but I couldn't. I'm sorry." Dante explained.
Schala looked down at the ground, her ears burning. "It's not your fault Dante, I'm sure." She held onto Dante closely for comfort. Everyone around just stood around, feeling awkward and out of place in this sad scene.
After a few moments of this sentimental scene, Kaos piped up. "Now that we're all together, we should figure out what we're going to do next." Demi stared at him. Even though Kaos had explained about helping Dante and all while they were coming to the elevator, he still didn't really trust the demon.
"What do you propose?" Demi asked the half vampire. Kaos only looked at him, not really sure himself what to do next.
Everyone except for Schala, who was still hugged to him, looked at Dante as he began to speak.
"We have to go back to the chapel." Dante explained.
There seemed to be one large groan from the entire group.
Okay, this chapter was crap, but give me a few (the last few) and it'll pick up. 'Kay? I'll have more soon, so watch out!