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LDN: Hello everyone! : ) I am finally here with chapter 14. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. There is still one chapter left and then this story, my sequel will conclude. (cries) This chapter is pretty long too and it has a battle scene. (sweatdrops) You guys know how much I hate to write fight scenes. LOL! Does anyone else hate that damn quick edit feature!!! I hate that it takes away the emotional faces. Damn! :P LOL! So without further ado, review thank yous. : ) Thanks so much for the reviews: Bustahead, Kikoken, Athar-Luna, Dead-Eye-Stud, SecretsofPandora (glad to see you're still floating around : ) ), AlexanderDelferia, Someguy You guys rock, now on to chapter 14. : )
Chapter 14- Of Demons and Angels
The figure stepped clearly into the room, the light shining brightly on him. No, scratch that, he was surrounded by ultra bright white light. He was dressed all in white with a pair of long white feathered wings on his back. He was around Gabriel's height of five feet eleven inches. He had golden hair that went down to his shoulders and golden colored eyes.
"Who is this?" Trish asked in awe looking at the stranger.
"That's Azariel." Dante replied unpleasantly. "Amara's brother." He elaborated, seeing the confused look on Trish and Gabriel's faces.
"My mother's brother?" Gabriel said shocked. "How come you never told me I had an uncle?"
"Um...well," Dante said somewhat pensively. "Maybe it has to do with the fact that he hates me." He told Gabriel.
"He hates you?" Gabriel replied, getting more confused.
Azariel laughed. "Dante, you're wrong about that." He told him politely.
"Wrong about what?" Dante inquired.
"I don't hate you." He replied. "I despise you!" He spat out the words.
"So are you here for a reason or just here to bore me?" Dante retorted unimpressed as he patted a side of his trench coat, which still contained dust from his fight with Damon.
"No, I'm here because these low class demons couldn't get the job done." Azariel said disgusted, glancing at the remains of his cronies.
"Well, this is even better then," Dante smirked. "You're here for a fight." Dante reached for his beloved handguns.
"Dante, stop!" Trish said grabbing his hands. "You're weakened! You can't fight!" She whispered urgently.
"Heh, I can still fight." He countered stubbornly.
"Dad, don't!" Gabriel told him promptly. "Trish is right, besides you can't fight mom's brother." He added reasonably.
Azariel looked at Gabriel, clearly seeing him for the first time. "Ah, this is my nephew." He looked him up and down, his eyes very critical. He saw the feathered black wings on his back. His golden eyes landed back on Gabriel's face, a look of disgust in them. "The half-breed." He said with a sneer of contempt on his face.
"Wait a minute! You just met me, why so much hatred coming my way?" Gabriel asked irritated.
"An angel should never mix with the lowly scourge of the underworld." Azariel told him. He shifted his eyes away from Gabriel and back to Dante. "I don't know what my sister ever saw in you, Dante. She was such a weakling, such a fool."
The hell with this! Dante thought angrily to himself as he rushed toward Azariel.
Trish grabbed on to him, holding him back. "Dante, don't!" She told him softly. "He's trying to provoke you and you're letting him get the best of you."
Something moved past them in a blur of wind and movement, when they realized it had been Gabriel who had went past them; he was already standing in front of Azariel. Azariel stared at Gabriel with a look of idle amusement. Gabriel clenched his hand into a fist and with all his might he swung at him.
Gabriel's swing hit him right in the nose, busting it open like a ripe piece of fruit. Azariel looked at Gabriel surprised as blood gushed out his nose.
"No one and I mean no one talks about my mother!" Gabriel said fiercely.
Dante couldn't help but smile with pride at his son. "That's my boy." He said softly, voice full of fatherly pride.
"No one has ever hit me before." Azariel said matter of factly. He waved his hand in front of his face and when it swept past his nose it was perfect again. "That and the fact that a half-breed hit me makes it an even bigger insult!" He said with a sneer.
"The name is Gabriel Sparda." Gabriel told him tightly. "Gabriel Sparda, son of Dante and Amara Sparda and don't you forget it." Gabriel's eyes glowed bright blue.
"Such a temper," Azariel said observantly. "That trait you clearly inherited from your father."
Gabriel smirked. "That was one sorry ass insult." Gabriel remarked.
Azariel paced side to side with Gabriel still close to him, he was clearly demonstrating that he wasn't afraid of Gabriel's proximity to him.
"Dante, you and I have unfinished business." Azariel said in a serious tone.
"What would that be?" Dante replied sarcastically.
"Even though my sister acted stupidly sometimes, I still cherished her," He paused. "And if it wasn't for you she would still be alive." He concluded. He looked at Dante and Dante nodded his head in understanding.
"You're right about that," He said in agreement. "If it wasn't for me she would still be alive, I failed her. So now you want revenge on me for falling in love with your sister, is that it?" Dante asked him.
"Correct." Azariel replied.
"Hmm," Dante mused. "Let's get on with it then."
"Dante." Trish said disapprovingly.
"I won't let you!" Gabriel said suddenly. "I challenge you!" Gabriel pointed at Azariel for dramatic emphasis.
"Gabriel, don't!" Dante implored.
"Stay out of this dad." Gabriel told him. "Come on uncle, care to go head to head with a half breed or are you scared?" Gabriel asked with a smirk.
"Take the last piece of my sister that Dante has, it's very tempting." Azariel gazed at Gabriel, contemplation on his face. "My sister would never forgive me if I hurt her precious baby." He told him. He reached behind him and pulled out a long white handled sword. "It's a good thing she's not here. Fine, my dear nephew, I accept your challenge." He twirled the sword in his hand and then he held it vertically, close to his face.
Gabriel turned and walked back to his father. "No matter what happens, don't interfere." He told him.
Dante stared at him, a look of anger on his face.
Gabriel sighed at the look on his face. "Trish, promise me you won't let him interfere." He looked at her pleadingly. "Trish?" He prompted when she didn't reply.
She looked at Dante still with his angered face, and then at Gabriel with an imploring look on his. Back to Dante, then to Gabriel. "I promise I won't let him interfere." She said begrudgingly.
"Thanks Tri." He reached behind his father's back and pulled out Alastor. He turned around and headed back toward Azariel.
"You're too soft." Dante replied annoyed looking at her.
Trish didn't say a word; she simply kept her eyes forward.
Gabriel had barely reached Azariel when Azariel lunged forward to attack him. Gabriel quickly raised Alastor and blocked Azariel's attack. The two blades connected and screeched as they slid off each other, both fighters trying to hold the other back with their sword. Both fighters leapt back as they pulled their blades apart.
Azariel quickly swung again, aiming for Gabriel's mid-section. Gabriel back flipped out of the way of the blade, landing right back onto his feet. He quickly lunged forward with Alastor and Azariel avoided the attack by taking flight. Azariel's white wings flapped slightly as he hovered near the ceiling. Gabriel gazed up at him annoyed.
"What's wrong nephew, afraid of using your newly born wings?" Azariel asked mockingly.
Gabriel's eyes glowed blue and a low growl escaped from his lips. He flapped his wings tentatively and he also took flight. He flew toward Azariel with Alastor in front of him, aiming for a mortal blow. Azariel hit Alastor in mid-motion, making the sword go wide. Azariel took advantage of Gabriel's defensiveness and swung his sword at him.
Gabriel swerved to the right barely making the blade miss from giving him a fatal blow; instead the sword sliced open his upper arm. Gabriel winced in pain as the cut stung him, but he didn't have time to heal it now. Azariel was already attacking him again and the sword was already heading toward him. Gabriel flew low to miss the blade and as he came back up he uppercut his uncle causing him to flip in mid-air.
Gabriel smirked in satisfaction; finally he had landed one good blow. His satisfaction didn't last long though as his uncle recovered. He flew back toward Gabriel and he successfully kicked Alastor out of Gabriel's hand.
"No!" Gabriel yelled as he tried to recover his sword.
"Nuh uh!" Azariel grabbed on to him, flying with him in his grip. He pushed him harshly against the wall and he pressed the blade close to Gabriel's throat. "You lose." Azariel stated with a sneer.
"Gabriel!" Dante yelled coming forward.
"Don't!" Azariel said in warning. He pressed the blade against Gabriel's throat. Gabriel winced in pain as the sharp blade drew blood.
"All right." Dante said tightly. "I'll back off." He took a few steps back and stood perfectly still.
When Azariel looked back at Gabriel his eyes were completely glowing bright blue and he was encased in a bright white light. He placed his hand on Azariel's sword hand and a few seconds later smoke began to rise from it.
"Shit!" Azariel exclaimed releasing his grip on Gabriel and the sword. The sword fell away from Gabriel and with a clatter landed on the ground.
"You burned me!" Azariel said outraged, holding his injured hand.
"Thank you, Flame." Gabriel muttered gratefully under his breath. His eyes were back to normal but the light still remained around him and now it was different. Mixed with the light were dancing white flames too, but they didn't hurt Gabriel. He seemed to be immune to their heat.
"How annoying!" Azariel said spitefully. "Two can play this game though." He reached out toward Gabriel and a jet stream of water shot out of his hand. Gabriel instinctively reacted and sent out a blaze of white flames. When the water and the flames hit it instantly created steam. The steam was so thick it was difficult to see through it.
Gabriel couldn't make out anything, but he remembered where Azariel's sword had fallen on the floor. He swooped down toward the floor and scanned for it with his hand. After a few seconds his hand found the sword's handle and he gripped it firmly in his hand. He flew back up toward the sound of his uncle's irritated voice.
"When this steam clears I'm going to destroy you half breed!" He said maliciously.
Gabriel knew exactly where his uncle was even though he couldn't see him, thanks in part to his uncle talking. He drew closer to the sound of his uncle's voice and he swung his uncle's sword.
"No! My wing!" Azariel cried out in anguish.
Gabriel heard a loud thud as something hit the ground. Gabriel flapped his wings slowly and lowered himself down too.
"This isn't over!" Azariel vowed and that was followed by the sounds of retreating footsteps.
"Don't go after him." Gabriel said simply. "He isn't worth it." The steam dissipated enough for him to see the floor. He threw Azariel's sword to the ground. He scanned the floor and when he saw Alastor he walked over to it and bent over to pick it up. He walked back to his father and Trish and handed Alastor to his dad.
"Are you all right?" Dante asked him taking Alastor.
Gabriel nodded as Dante placed Alastor back in his sheath. Gabriel placed himself between his father and Trish. He placed his arms around their shoulders. "I'm tired though." He told them and as if on cue he yawned.
Trish and Dante placed their arms around him, holding on to him.
"Time to go home." Dante said simply.
Trish laughed suddenly.
"What is it?" Dante asked, looking at her with a raised eyebrow. Gabriel just stared at her.
"Gabriel's wing is tickling me." She said through a giggle.
"Sorry Trish." Gabriel said as he released a few chuckles himself. He pushed back his wing a bit from her and with a smile on his face he fell asleep. He just didn't have anymore energy to stay awake.
"Wow, he fell asleep on his feet." Trish observed.
"Well, he's a Sparda. A man of many talents." Dante told her, smiling proudly at his son. "Not to mention he deserves it. Let's take him home."
With both of them still supporting him, they walked out of the warehouse. Leaving this odd ordeal behind them.
LDN: Alrighty I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter. : ) I still have one chapter which I will post soon. When I don't know, but it will be before DMC3 comes out. (dies) I can't wait for it to come out.