Okay, this should be the second to the last chapter! (I think. . .)
Chapter 28 Oblivion
Dante and Demi both stepped further from Gaul. His body seemed to burn with a dark orange aura, something around the lines of flames, and his body itself was had become very tough.
The two men now found themselves looking up at Gaul's true demon form. His skin was dull grayish colored and looked almost like leather. His hair was still blackish purple, but straight and bristly. Some of it fell into his face, concealing his dark, black eyes. He bared his razor sharp teeth at both men.
Before Dante could warn Demi, Gaul was charging at them. Demi was quite aware of the fact, even without Dante warning. The two men were separated as Gaul tried to smash them both with one massive, clawed hand.
Dante moved to Gaul's side while the demon still had his hand on the ground. He slashed from below into Gaul's side, but didn't get quite the results he had been going for. The leathery flesh repelled some of blow, causing minute damage. Dante couldn't even see any blood seeping from the wound.
It didn't seem to bother Gaul much either. He only brought his hand around at the hunter, crushing his fist into Dante's stomach. Dante could only let out a pained gasp as he flew ten yards or so. Satisfied that Dante would take a moment to get back up, Gaul went for Demi. Demi side stepped as Gaul hurled a spell ball of sorts at him and ducked as another flew over his head.
Gaul let out a frustrated growl as Dante came back and jumped onto his back. The hunter grabbed onto some of Gaul's coarse hair, holding on tight as Gaul proceeded to try and buck him from his back. Dante may have been able to hold on, but the jostle was too much for him to commence in an attack.
Now, Gaul's back was to Demi, so Demi took advantage of this time and dashed forward. He flew underneath Gaul's giant, stomping legs, only hoping that he wouldn't be crushed. There had to be a weakness in Gaul somewhere. Demi moved in front of Gaul and struck upward, into Gaul's stomach. This seemed to do the trick, because Demi's blade sliced cleanly into Gaul's abdomen, causing Gaul to cry out in agony. Demi withdrew the sword and struck again and again.
After the fifth plunge, Gaul managed to get his hands around Demi and picked him up. He glared at him maliciously and began to shake him violently. Now it was time for Dante to take some action while he wasn't being kicked around. He whipped out Ivory and Ebony and stood up firmly atop Gaul's back. Bullets seemed to do the trick as well; each slug Dante pelted into Gaul's shoulders penetrated, causing a mist of blood to erupt from Gaul's back.
Gaul shrieked in pain. He wouldn't be able to take this much longer. Dante was pumping shot after shot into his back and Demitri managed to slip from his grasp. The wounds from the dragon beast had not healed yet, so Gaul was losing quite a bit of blood. His life force was fading fast with each new bullet that tore into his flesh, and Dante didn't seem like he would quite soon.
Desperate, Gaul began to buck again, trying to repel Dante. This seemed to work, but for only a minute. Dante grabbed onto Gaul's hair again, but with only one hand. He then proceeded to continue blasting into Gaul's back, but only with one pistol. Ivory sung deafeningly, ripping more bullets into Gaul's shoulders now, only twice as fast to make up for the absence of Ebony. Gaul roared, not only in pain, but in frustration as he let himself fall backward, trying to crush Dante to the ground. Dante only jumped high and as Gaul slammed his back into the ground, the hunter, still in airborne, pumped bullets into his front. Gaul put one arm into the air and shot Dante from the sky with one of his spell balls, causing Dante to careen in mid air and land quite ungracefully upon the ground.
Gaul stood slowly, but was so weakened that the effort was wretchedly tremendous. Blood gushed from his shoulders, which now looked more like a holey piece of meat than a back. His senses were fading fast, his body reverting back to its normal size. But. . .he wouldn't. . .couldn't go out alone.
"This is it devil." Dante said coolly as he drew closer to Gaul, reaching for his other pistol. He had already charged Ivory with his demonic energy and Ebony was beginning to crackle with the purple electricity as well. Demi stood quietly only a foot behind Gaul, ready in case Gaul tried anything.
Gaul had to act quickly. "If I'm going to die. . ." He began, now fully humanoid again. "I'll take you two with me!" At that he sprang his arm up into the air. There was a huge shockwave that caught Dante off guard and sent him tumbling backwards. Demi saw what was happening in time to brace himself, but his sword was sent twirling from his hands.
There was an eerie noise within the area now. Both Dante and Demi looked above Gaul at what appeared to be a lightless vortex. It was growing in size with every second, and Dante felt as if he was being pulled toward it.
"Wait, it IS pulling me toward it!" Dante thought. He moved back and looked in the direction of Demitri, who was only staring up as the void grew in diameter to about five feet across. "DEMI, MOVE NOW!!!"
Demitri stepped back some, noticing the pull of the vortex as well. The air around was beginning to be sucked in now, causing a slight wind.
"What do I do?!" Demi called over to Dante, beginning to panic as the vortex grew and the wind became stronger. It was beginning to pull leaves from the ground into it.
"Get over here to me and run!" Dante commanded. Demi did as he was told, sprinting toward Dante.
Gaul, who was still on the ground below the void, his hand in the air, snapped is vision toward Demi. "You'll go nowhere, boy!! You're coming with me. . .TO HELL!!" At that, Gaul leapt from the ground and latched onto Demitri, holding him tightly with what was left of his strength. He laughed maniacally and glared at Dante. "You lose, Dante!"
Demi growled, trying desperately to get away. He looked up at Dante, fear playing in his eyes. "HELP DANTE!!!"
"DEMI!" Dante yelled, making a mad dash at Gaul. Gaul moved with much the same swiftness back toward the vortex.
"You're too late, hunter! Say good bye to the boy!" Gaul laughed. Before Dante could get a hair closer, Gaul sprung from the ground, Demi still in his arms. He jumped straight into the void.
"DANTEEEEEEEeeeeeeee--" Demi yelled, his voice trailing off quickly. Dante stared up in horror.
"No. . . No! NO!" Dante fell to his knees just as the void suddenly shrunk up and disappeared. "NO!!! DEMITRIIIII!!!"
This couldn't be happening. Dante had thought from the beginning that Demi would be nothing but a burden, and probably would just end up dead. His predictions had been pretty accurate; Demi had been through hell during the entire trip, and Dante hadn't given him the least bit of respect for it. He had just seen him as a kid. . . Despite this, Dante had grown to like the boy, and had already thought about what to do a bit after they were done here.
"We were going to go home, relax, have a beer of eight. . .laugh about your stupidity. . .probably take Schala with me. . ." Dante thought, feeling miserable.
Dante sat there for sometime; looking at the last place he'd seen Demitri standing.
"I'm so sorry. . ."
I'll have the last chapter soon, so review this one while you wait. See everyone soon!!!
Chapter 28 Oblivion
Dante and Demi both stepped further from Gaul. His body seemed to burn with a dark orange aura, something around the lines of flames, and his body itself was had become very tough.
The two men now found themselves looking up at Gaul's true demon form. His skin was dull grayish colored and looked almost like leather. His hair was still blackish purple, but straight and bristly. Some of it fell into his face, concealing his dark, black eyes. He bared his razor sharp teeth at both men.
Before Dante could warn Demi, Gaul was charging at them. Demi was quite aware of the fact, even without Dante warning. The two men were separated as Gaul tried to smash them both with one massive, clawed hand.
Dante moved to Gaul's side while the demon still had his hand on the ground. He slashed from below into Gaul's side, but didn't get quite the results he had been going for. The leathery flesh repelled some of blow, causing minute damage. Dante couldn't even see any blood seeping from the wound.
It didn't seem to bother Gaul much either. He only brought his hand around at the hunter, crushing his fist into Dante's stomach. Dante could only let out a pained gasp as he flew ten yards or so. Satisfied that Dante would take a moment to get back up, Gaul went for Demi. Demi side stepped as Gaul hurled a spell ball of sorts at him and ducked as another flew over his head.
Gaul let out a frustrated growl as Dante came back and jumped onto his back. The hunter grabbed onto some of Gaul's coarse hair, holding on tight as Gaul proceeded to try and buck him from his back. Dante may have been able to hold on, but the jostle was too much for him to commence in an attack.
Now, Gaul's back was to Demi, so Demi took advantage of this time and dashed forward. He flew underneath Gaul's giant, stomping legs, only hoping that he wouldn't be crushed. There had to be a weakness in Gaul somewhere. Demi moved in front of Gaul and struck upward, into Gaul's stomach. This seemed to do the trick, because Demi's blade sliced cleanly into Gaul's abdomen, causing Gaul to cry out in agony. Demi withdrew the sword and struck again and again.
After the fifth plunge, Gaul managed to get his hands around Demi and picked him up. He glared at him maliciously and began to shake him violently. Now it was time for Dante to take some action while he wasn't being kicked around. He whipped out Ivory and Ebony and stood up firmly atop Gaul's back. Bullets seemed to do the trick as well; each slug Dante pelted into Gaul's shoulders penetrated, causing a mist of blood to erupt from Gaul's back.
Gaul shrieked in pain. He wouldn't be able to take this much longer. Dante was pumping shot after shot into his back and Demitri managed to slip from his grasp. The wounds from the dragon beast had not healed yet, so Gaul was losing quite a bit of blood. His life force was fading fast with each new bullet that tore into his flesh, and Dante didn't seem like he would quite soon.
Desperate, Gaul began to buck again, trying to repel Dante. This seemed to work, but for only a minute. Dante grabbed onto Gaul's hair again, but with only one hand. He then proceeded to continue blasting into Gaul's back, but only with one pistol. Ivory sung deafeningly, ripping more bullets into Gaul's shoulders now, only twice as fast to make up for the absence of Ebony. Gaul roared, not only in pain, but in frustration as he let himself fall backward, trying to crush Dante to the ground. Dante only jumped high and as Gaul slammed his back into the ground, the hunter, still in airborne, pumped bullets into his front. Gaul put one arm into the air and shot Dante from the sky with one of his spell balls, causing Dante to careen in mid air and land quite ungracefully upon the ground.
Gaul stood slowly, but was so weakened that the effort was wretchedly tremendous. Blood gushed from his shoulders, which now looked more like a holey piece of meat than a back. His senses were fading fast, his body reverting back to its normal size. But. . .he wouldn't. . .couldn't go out alone.
"This is it devil." Dante said coolly as he drew closer to Gaul, reaching for his other pistol. He had already charged Ivory with his demonic energy and Ebony was beginning to crackle with the purple electricity as well. Demi stood quietly only a foot behind Gaul, ready in case Gaul tried anything.
Gaul had to act quickly. "If I'm going to die. . ." He began, now fully humanoid again. "I'll take you two with me!" At that he sprang his arm up into the air. There was a huge shockwave that caught Dante off guard and sent him tumbling backwards. Demi saw what was happening in time to brace himself, but his sword was sent twirling from his hands.
There was an eerie noise within the area now. Both Dante and Demi looked above Gaul at what appeared to be a lightless vortex. It was growing in size with every second, and Dante felt as if he was being pulled toward it.
"Wait, it IS pulling me toward it!" Dante thought. He moved back and looked in the direction of Demitri, who was only staring up as the void grew in diameter to about five feet across. "DEMI, MOVE NOW!!!"
Demitri stepped back some, noticing the pull of the vortex as well. The air around was beginning to be sucked in now, causing a slight wind.
"What do I do?!" Demi called over to Dante, beginning to panic as the vortex grew and the wind became stronger. It was beginning to pull leaves from the ground into it.
"Get over here to me and run!" Dante commanded. Demi did as he was told, sprinting toward Dante.
Gaul, who was still on the ground below the void, his hand in the air, snapped is vision toward Demi. "You'll go nowhere, boy!! You're coming with me. . .TO HELL!!" At that, Gaul leapt from the ground and latched onto Demitri, holding him tightly with what was left of his strength. He laughed maniacally and glared at Dante. "You lose, Dante!"
Demi growled, trying desperately to get away. He looked up at Dante, fear playing in his eyes. "HELP DANTE!!!"
"DEMI!" Dante yelled, making a mad dash at Gaul. Gaul moved with much the same swiftness back toward the vortex.
"You're too late, hunter! Say good bye to the boy!" Gaul laughed. Before Dante could get a hair closer, Gaul sprung from the ground, Demi still in his arms. He jumped straight into the void.
"DANTEEEEEEEeeeeeeee--" Demi yelled, his voice trailing off quickly. Dante stared up in horror.
"No. . . No! NO!" Dante fell to his knees just as the void suddenly shrunk up and disappeared. "NO!!! DEMITRIIIII!!!"
This couldn't be happening. Dante had thought from the beginning that Demi would be nothing but a burden, and probably would just end up dead. His predictions had been pretty accurate; Demi had been through hell during the entire trip, and Dante hadn't given him the least bit of respect for it. He had just seen him as a kid. . . Despite this, Dante had grown to like the boy, and had already thought about what to do a bit after they were done here.
"We were going to go home, relax, have a beer of eight. . .laugh about your stupidity. . .probably take Schala with me. . ." Dante thought, feeling miserable.
Dante sat there for sometime; looking at the last place he'd seen Demitri standing.
"I'm so sorry. . ."
I'll have the last chapter soon, so review this one while you wait. See everyone soon!!!