Hey there everyone! I have written a few DMC stories lately, and nobody has been reading them. I hope people review this one because reviews are my inspiration to keep going. So PLEASE R&R!!! Now, on with the story.
Giving Up
Inside Dante's gloomy office, the phone rang. Dante was taking a shower and couldn't hear the phone all the way from the bathroom. So Trish slowly walked over to the phone. She emerged from the living room and sat on the chair behind the desk. She picked up the phone and heard a male voice speaking.
"There are four demons in my old house. I need them to be killed so I can live there again!" the man asked desperately.
"We'll be there right away" Trish assured him.
The man was relieved and gave her the address to the house. Then Trish hung up and headed towards the bathroom. She spoke through the closed door.
"Dante, there's an old house with four demons inside!" she informed.
Trish waited for a reply. She heard the shower turn off and expected an answer.
"Go kill it yourself" she heard Dante order.
Trish was amazed. She had been working with Dante for five years now and had never heard Dante ask her to go alone. She knew something was going on. Confused, Trish spoke again.
"But..." she managed to say, but Dante interrupted her.
"Just go!" he snarled.
Trish would have to find out what was going on later. Right now, there were four nasty demons to slay. She went to the bedroom where Dante and her slept. She picked up the Sparda sword that was lying down on her bed. Then she hurried out the door. At that same moment, Dante came out of the bathroom. His silver hair was completely wet, but he was wearing some clothes. He had a grey shirt and blue long jeans on. He walked all the way to the sofa on the living room barefoot as he heard Trish's motorcycle driving away. He rested on the sofa as if it were a bed with his arms behind his head and his legs crossed.
"Why do I keep doing this?" he asked himself aloud.
"Why do I continue to kill demons?" he continued the self-questioning.
He continued to rest on the sofa. He felt sleepiness falling upon him, and without even noticing, he fell asleep. A few hours later, he woke up and saw Trish sitting on a chair in the living room watching television. She heard Dante wake up and slowly turned her head around. She smiled at him and spoke.
"It's about time you woke up" she told him.
"What time is it?" Dante asked rubbing his eyes.
"8:45 P.M. I bought some food after I finished the job, are you hungry?" Trish gently asked his partner.
"Yeah, I am. How long ago did you return?" Dante asked.
"I came back two hours ago," Trish answered, "now wait her I'm gonna you your dinner."
As Trish left to the kitchen, Dante sat up in the sofa and checked out what was on the TV. It was a soap opera. Trish always liked that crap, Dante hated soap operas. He just got distracted looking around as he waited for Trish to bring him his food. After a minute or so, Trish came out of the kitchen with a plate that had a hamburger and fries on it in one hand, and a soda in the other. She put the food on the small table in front of Dante and sat next to him on the sofa. She saw her soap opera as Dante ate and had no other option but to see it too. When the commercial break came, Dante thanked God and Trish hesitated to ask Dante something.
"Why did you want me to go alone?" she asked afraid of what could be the answer.
Dante took a zip of his soda to swallow a mouthful of fries before answering.
"I...well you see..." the devil hunter sighed and finally answered "we need to talk."
Trish was getting worried. What in the world was making Dante worry so much? Dante grabbed the remote control and turned the TV off.
"Hey!" Trish cried.
"This is serious" Dante told her.
"What is it?" Trish asked concerned.
"I don't wanna kill demons anymore" Dante admitted.
"What? Why?" Trish asked shocked.
She couldn't believe it. Dante, the son of the Legendary Dark Knight Sparda, who had lost his family to demons, didn't want to kill those creatures anymore!
"Are you feeling pity for those evil creatures or something?" Trish asked, not being able to come up with a better explanation.
"Of course not" Dante snapped.
"Then why?" the blonde devil asked.
"Because what's the use? We're never gonna exterminate them all. So why keep killing and killing if we're never gonna kill them all?" Dante stated.
"Well...because the more we kill the better" Trish told him.
"No, you know yourself that doesn't make any sense" Dante replied.
"Then what do you expect to do? Close the business?" Trish questioned.
"Maybe, all I know right now is that I'm tired of killing demons just to kill them all over again" the silvery-haired demon slayer said.
"If that's your decision, then fine" Trish agreed.
But deep down, Trish wanted to continue slaying demons. They were evil creatures that deserved to die. And she thought that the least of them remained alive, the better. But apparently Dante thought otherwise. She turned the TV back on and continued to watch soap operas. After Dante finished his dinner, he took the plate to the kitchen and went to the bedroom. He lay down on his bed and again went to sleep. The next morning, Trish woke up and saw that Dante was already awake. She walked outside the room and looked for Dante. She couldn't find him anywhere. She began to worry again; even more than she did last night.
"Strange..." she told herself.
She found a small note on Dante's desk. She picked it up and read it aloud.
"Dear Trish, I have gone elsewhere. I heard a voice in my head telling me to go to the castle of Nasgarth in northern Ireland. The voice told me that there I would find an artifact powerful enough to destroy all demons. If I do not succeed, then the world will never be rid of demons once and for all" she read.
"Dante, you should've gone with me. Great...now I have to start packing" Trish said aloud.
And with that, Trish headed towards Ireland to aid her partner and finally destroy all demons once and for all.
Well there you have it. My first and hopefully not last chapter. Remember, reviews are the fuel for this story to keep going. So it's up to you people if this story continues until the end or not. See ya, R&R!!!
Giving Up
Inside Dante's gloomy office, the phone rang. Dante was taking a shower and couldn't hear the phone all the way from the bathroom. So Trish slowly walked over to the phone. She emerged from the living room and sat on the chair behind the desk. She picked up the phone and heard a male voice speaking.
"There are four demons in my old house. I need them to be killed so I can live there again!" the man asked desperately.
"We'll be there right away" Trish assured him.
The man was relieved and gave her the address to the house. Then Trish hung up and headed towards the bathroom. She spoke through the closed door.
"Dante, there's an old house with four demons inside!" she informed.
Trish waited for a reply. She heard the shower turn off and expected an answer.
"Go kill it yourself" she heard Dante order.
Trish was amazed. She had been working with Dante for five years now and had never heard Dante ask her to go alone. She knew something was going on. Confused, Trish spoke again.
"But..." she managed to say, but Dante interrupted her.
"Just go!" he snarled.
Trish would have to find out what was going on later. Right now, there were four nasty demons to slay. She went to the bedroom where Dante and her slept. She picked up the Sparda sword that was lying down on her bed. Then she hurried out the door. At that same moment, Dante came out of the bathroom. His silver hair was completely wet, but he was wearing some clothes. He had a grey shirt and blue long jeans on. He walked all the way to the sofa on the living room barefoot as he heard Trish's motorcycle driving away. He rested on the sofa as if it were a bed with his arms behind his head and his legs crossed.
"Why do I keep doing this?" he asked himself aloud.
"Why do I continue to kill demons?" he continued the self-questioning.
He continued to rest on the sofa. He felt sleepiness falling upon him, and without even noticing, he fell asleep. A few hours later, he woke up and saw Trish sitting on a chair in the living room watching television. She heard Dante wake up and slowly turned her head around. She smiled at him and spoke.
"It's about time you woke up" she told him.
"What time is it?" Dante asked rubbing his eyes.
"8:45 P.M. I bought some food after I finished the job, are you hungry?" Trish gently asked his partner.
"Yeah, I am. How long ago did you return?" Dante asked.
"I came back two hours ago," Trish answered, "now wait her I'm gonna you your dinner."
As Trish left to the kitchen, Dante sat up in the sofa and checked out what was on the TV. It was a soap opera. Trish always liked that crap, Dante hated soap operas. He just got distracted looking around as he waited for Trish to bring him his food. After a minute or so, Trish came out of the kitchen with a plate that had a hamburger and fries on it in one hand, and a soda in the other. She put the food on the small table in front of Dante and sat next to him on the sofa. She saw her soap opera as Dante ate and had no other option but to see it too. When the commercial break came, Dante thanked God and Trish hesitated to ask Dante something.
"Why did you want me to go alone?" she asked afraid of what could be the answer.
Dante took a zip of his soda to swallow a mouthful of fries before answering.
"I...well you see..." the devil hunter sighed and finally answered "we need to talk."
Trish was getting worried. What in the world was making Dante worry so much? Dante grabbed the remote control and turned the TV off.
"Hey!" Trish cried.
"This is serious" Dante told her.
"What is it?" Trish asked concerned.
"I don't wanna kill demons anymore" Dante admitted.
"What? Why?" Trish asked shocked.
She couldn't believe it. Dante, the son of the Legendary Dark Knight Sparda, who had lost his family to demons, didn't want to kill those creatures anymore!
"Are you feeling pity for those evil creatures or something?" Trish asked, not being able to come up with a better explanation.
"Of course not" Dante snapped.
"Then why?" the blonde devil asked.
"Because what's the use? We're never gonna exterminate them all. So why keep killing and killing if we're never gonna kill them all?" Dante stated.
"Well...because the more we kill the better" Trish told him.
"No, you know yourself that doesn't make any sense" Dante replied.
"Then what do you expect to do? Close the business?" Trish questioned.
"Maybe, all I know right now is that I'm tired of killing demons just to kill them all over again" the silvery-haired demon slayer said.
"If that's your decision, then fine" Trish agreed.
But deep down, Trish wanted to continue slaying demons. They were evil creatures that deserved to die. And she thought that the least of them remained alive, the better. But apparently Dante thought otherwise. She turned the TV back on and continued to watch soap operas. After Dante finished his dinner, he took the plate to the kitchen and went to the bedroom. He lay down on his bed and again went to sleep. The next morning, Trish woke up and saw that Dante was already awake. She walked outside the room and looked for Dante. She couldn't find him anywhere. She began to worry again; even more than she did last night.
"Strange..." she told herself.
She found a small note on Dante's desk. She picked it up and read it aloud.
"Dear Trish, I have gone elsewhere. I heard a voice in my head telling me to go to the castle of Nasgarth in northern Ireland. The voice told me that there I would find an artifact powerful enough to destroy all demons. If I do not succeed, then the world will never be rid of demons once and for all" she read.
"Dante, you should've gone with me. Great...now I have to start packing" Trish said aloud.
And with that, Trish headed towards Ireland to aid her partner and finally destroy all demons once and for all.
Well there you have it. My first and hopefully not last chapter. Remember, reviews are the fuel for this story to keep going. So it's up to you people if this story continues until the end or not. See ya, R&R!!!