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A/N: This story is being remolded... so there is bound to be some changes throughout the year...

Chapter 8: The Devil of Darkness

Dante shook off the warning without a care. He headed towards the balcony and looked over the city. He'd never admit it but he was missing Devil May Cry. The scent was familiar and comforting unlike the stale smells of this city. Suddenly the urge to pull out Ebony and Ivory came to him. Something wasn't right. He flexed his hand in irritation. The sound of heavy footfall and breathing came to him. The door was thrown open.
"Dante!" Van Helsing yelled.
"What?" he said in a non-caring voice as he stared out into the city.
"You better come down here."
Dante gave him this look that said why should I?'.
"Just come with me."
He turned and walked slowly after the hunter. When they got down into the lab the scent of blood hit him heavily. There was something throwing blood all over the place in the circle of monks trying to restrain it. He pushed through the group to see what was going on. In the ring an enrage black kitsune. Her body was covered in cuts that were bleeding profusely. She was snapping and snarling at anyone that came close to her. He noticed that her normally amber eyes were tinted with crimson.
"Stop it all of you!" Dante commanded sternly. "She's taken angel blood. There is no reason in the beasts mind."
The kitsune still fought against the restrains against her. Suddenly she stopped but still stood in her attack mode. All the monks backed away in confusion. The kitsune got out of her attack posture and stood up strait. Their eyes met. The amber and crimson were fighting for dominance in her eyes.
'They took our son Dante.' her weak mind voice said into his head.
He watched as Alex changed into her hanyou state. Her wings flowed but blood stained the normally black wings and dripped to the floor to increase the alarming puddle already there. Her eyes were still crimson. With the amount of blood on the floor she should of been dead. Her body was shaking slightly. He knew it was the suppressed rage that made her body shake right now.
"Was it Michael?" Carl asked.
Her eyes shifted but that was the only answer he got. The crimson of her eyes kept darkening. A low growl escaped her. This was really bad... her eyes were getting to the point of being black and once they reached that point there was no hope for anyone in this room. He'd be first on that list. Dante shook his head already knowing the answer.
"Wait one-second. You don't mean what I think you mean about Michael, do you?" Gabriel asked.
Alex's penetrating gaze shifted towards him. Her wings flexed for a second and that was the only warning he had. She was at his throat. Dante stood back until he saw an opening in her attack so he could get a hold of her. Once he calculated her moves to the point where he knew she'd not be facing him that's when he would attack. When it occurred he moved quickly. He was able to get her hands behind her back and her body forcefully pinned against his.
"Alexial," he warned.
She struggled against his iron grip. No matter what he couldn't let go. She wasn't herself and that was dangerous. Dante made the mistake of putting his arm in her teeth's path. He bit back a hiss of pain as she bit down and drew blood. (there is a type of acid in her demonic blood when her eyes are crimson so it will sting.) After a second of the taste of his blood registered and she let go.

Suddenly her body went limp in his grasp. She was out cold.
"What just happened?" Van Helsing asked.
"Michael is an archangel, and she thought you were in the same league as him so naturally an overprotective mother kitsune can be, she attacked you."
Van Helsing checked himself over to make sure he had no bite marks or claw marks. That thought brought back painful memories. Dante saw this and snorted. He looked down at the kitsune in his arms. Shaking his head he looked back up at Van Helsing.
"She's not a werewolf. You can't be changed by her bites and scratches."
"Dante?" Alex said weakly as she came to.
"Alex what happened?"
"Michael took Aubrey," she whispered weakly into his ear. "I couldn't stop him."
Alex passed back out. One of the monks rushed forward and Dante's sharp bark of; "Come!"
"Sir?" the monk asked weakly.
"Take care of her."
"I guess this means it's up to me then," Gabriel said.
Dante handed Alexial to the monk and watched her for a second.
"No," he said as if to himself.
"What?"
"I said no. This is my fight. He took my son."
"But Dante he's an archangel."
He just gave him a glare that could of killed.
"Dante you cannot fight something of his power."
Turning he ignored the hunter and headed out the door. Alastor yet again slammed into his back in warning that this wasn't going to end well. He checked to make sure Ebony and Ivory were in their place. They were and he was ready to kick some archangel ass.
"Take care of Alexial."
He walked out the door. His red trench coat waved in the wind as if in farewell.

Hours later...

Alex struggled to get out of the restrains the monks had placed her in to keep her still. This was making her angry that Dante went out alone leaving her here. The fact that she was to weak to break these restraints was making her anger doubt ten fold. The urgency in her fighting was making the monks worried about the upcoming battle that might be at hand.
"You idiots don't understand my son is going to be forced to kill Dante!! I have to stop them from fighting."
"What makes you think you should be doing anything in your condition?" one monk snapped angrily at his patient.
"I'm fine damn it!!" she snarled in his face.
She finally had it her rage spilled over as she ripped the bindings out of the walls. She stood there for a moment getting her shaking body under control. Her form shifted into her kitsune state and she stormed out of the Vatican. If anyone would have bothered they would have seen a trail of blood following her.

Else where...

Dante slashed at another demon as it blocked his path to his son. He fought the urge to Devil Trigger and get there faster. Alastor swung out to cleave a demon in two. When two fell four more came to take their fallen comrades place. This was getting old really fast. It wasn't that he didn't enjoy the exercise and practice, but he had to find Aubrey. Finally an evil laugh resonated through the city. Dante whipped around with Ebony and Ivory ready. There was no one around but he knew that the archangel was there. The archangel was on the roof of the building to his immediate right.
Dante was for once in his life taken aback. This didn't sound like an archangel at all. Of course Gabriel wasn't the best example either. Both were fighters. One destroyed evil and the other controlled it. This was making Dante's head hurt just thinking about it. There was no common ground here. There had to be a away around this.

Oh there is a way Son of Sparda, your death.
Dante just glared. what nothing intelligent to say Son of Sparda? Or does that mismatched family of your mean nothing to you?
I think that if there's anything bigger than that mouth of yours it would have to be your ego. Now are we gonna keep yapping or are we gonna' end this?
An evil grin spread across the archangel's face.
Demon of Darkness KILL THE SON OF SPARDA!!!
Dante stood there unfazed by the command.
Oh goody more friends for me to play with.
The demons lunged for him. He brought out Ebony and Ivory and began to fire in a rapid circle. Many fell but more took their place. This is insane!!! he thought. Suddenly the on slot stopped as a high pitched howl stopped the beasts. They backed away leaving Dante alone in a big ring of the creatures. A bad feeling washed over him. Suddenly a bat like creature landed in front of him. It was crouching down. Most of it was covered by it's long wings. Red power was flowing around it.
Attack!! My loyal subject...
The small thing unfurled his wings. Dante cursed under his breath now he knew why the power was red. This was Aubrey in Devil Trigger. His eyes were white and emotionless. Normally even his own eyes blazed red in anger. He was hissing and snapping. The kid was hesitating on Michael's orders.
Michael commanded again.
Dante's face remained stoic. He noticed that Aubrey was still in there and was fighting Michael's control over him.
Fine if that is how it's going to be then say good bye to your son Dante.
How about I say go to hell to you, instead.
An angry howl echoed through the place as demons turned to fight the threat that was coming from behind. Aubrey shook his head and snarled as he lunged for Dante. He let the boys claws slice along his chest. The attack hadn't fazed him.
You made her cry.' a childlike voice said into his mind. For that I can never forgive.'
That was his only warning as the little kid leapt for him. Dante swatted him away easily. The howls were getting angrier as they got closer.
Dante warned dangerously. You've got guts, but don't make me spill them.
Interesting not wanting to fight... Think of it like this Dante... He's like your brother now. That would make it a lot easier to kill him.
Dante ignored the archangel and focused on the ball of anger before him. Aubrey was hissing and flexing his claws. His eyes were constantly shifting color. Then did Dante realize he was fighting within himself.
What makes you think it's any different?
Because Virgil was an asshole from the start, Alex raised him better...
Aubrey put his hands on his head to try and silence the voices there. With an angry scream of rage he leapt up and went strait for Michael. The two locked in fierce combat. Michael had the upper hand and knocked the boy back into the hoard of demons. A familiar form caught him in mid leap.
Kick his ass Son of Sparda.
With pleasure.
Dante finally let go and let the red power wash over him in his furry. He leapt into the sky and locked in combat with the archangel. It was fierce. When Michael lunged forward Dante met the attack head on. A series of fierce attacks rang out among the two combatants. Dante had drawn Rebellion and was fighting with Michael. The archangel was using a blade composed of white light.
You are a devil and in being such you will join your father in hell!!!
Let's rock, then.
As you wish devil.
Dante ignored that comment and let his wings fan out. As he rushed forward. There was a fearless, recklessness in the way that he attacked. When the blade's crashed the sparks flew. There was no rhyme or reason to the way they attacked. Michael tried to calculate Dante's next moves but it was impossible his movements were erratic making it hard to decipher what went next. They separated the archangel was sweating but Dante just had that cocky smirk on his face. Michael looked around looking for something that would bring this cocky upstart to his knees.
Alexial was getting worried no matter what he shouldn't be reckless against an archangel. Maybe with Gabriel that might work but not the archangel of war. Of course it was always Dante's recklessness that won out in the end. Alex couldn't shake the feeling of dread that was wrapping her stomach in knots.
Dante watched as Michael lunged for Aubrey and Alex once he realized this was a loosing battle. Alex tossed her son to the side knowing this was futile for herself. Her black wing unfurled as she tried to shield herself. Pain washed over her face as the attack consumed her. Once the attack died down Aubrey realized what was happening.
the boy cried weakly.
He scurried over to her side and shook her. Tears were leaking down the younger devil's face.
See Dante Devil's do cry,' Alex said weakly in his head.
Her eyes were still closed and her breathing really shallow. Anger was racing through Aubrey so quickly he didn't even realize the red power around him was turning almost black. Aubrey's wings flicked before he stood up. His eyes were gold like when his mother was in her demonic state. His form shifted. He retained the Devil Trigger look but his bat wings became black angel wings. A blade fell from the sky and landed before him. Dante cringed knowing it to be the Blade of Sorrows. Aubrey shot up in height and nearly rivaled Dante's. Their eyes met and there was anger burning so brightly in both their eyes. The fire was calling for retribution for Alexial's death.
Let's end this once and for all what do you say dad?
Dante just smirked. This battle was over. The two Devils' flew side by side to leap for the archangel. The attack had to be in sync to work. They raised their blades above their heads and brought them down at the same time yelling.
Dark Star Meteor.
A vortex appeared behind the archangel and spat out large amounts of dark rock.
Do you think that your pathetic attempts to hurt me will work? Michael sneered.
What the archangel failed to notice was that the rocks were forming a ring and barrier around him.
and say hello to my father in hell when you get there

The rock smashed together and began to glow. An explosion rocked the place leaving no doubt that the archangel was blasted back to what ever hole he crawled from. Once the light faded the evidence of the demon's being there was gone. Aubrey looked at his father and said; Gives a whole new meaning to lets rock doesn't it dad?
Dante sighed heavily. He turned to see Alexial laying there still. Aubrey looked sad and reverted to his human form as he landed. Black feathers were everywhere.
Will she be all right dad?
Dante landed on the ground and let the anger go causing him to revert to his human self.
I don't know.
Dante picked up the downed half-ling and headed back towards Vatican City. Aubrey followed slowly not knowing what to say. His mother had told him once that his father was a great warrior that didn't know how to deal with sappy emotions like love and sadness. From what Aubrey saw she was partially right. Aubrey looked at the ground just then and saw something shimmer. He picked it up. The stone was a ruby. It had a magic about it that screamed devil. Something drove him to put it on. A familiar power washed over him. He couldn't pin point why this power was so familiar, but he knew it. The power was red in color.

Days Later

They laid Alexial to rest in a church not to far from the Vatican. Aubrey shed a single tear as they put her in the ground but Dante remained stoic as always. No smart ass comments no emotion what so ever his eyes seemed dead. This was the second time he had seen a woman put down because of him. A familiar aura stepped closer to him. It was Gabriel.
I'm sorry. We've found a way to send you home.
Aubrey looked up at the older hunter.
Come on my son.
The two followed behind the hunter. There were put in a room where a vortex swirled.
Go on you'll be better off at home, Gabriel said quietly.
The older devil looked tiredly at his son as he scooped him up in his arms. They walked through the vortex and it vanished. They stood in Dante's office at Devil May Cry.

In a grave yard somewhere a hand shot up out of the grave clutching a ruby necklace. All the while an angry howl echoed through the place.

The End....

There it is peoples... I hoped you liked it... and for those of you who didn't I don't care... I would like to thank those who did.
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