lalala, don't own Dante Vergil. Own Accalia and all. Themes are getting darker...
Accalia laid on the bed, her hands bound together in front of her. Her feet were tied to each respective bed post. The beast of man, whoever it was who had kidnapped her, sat in a leather chair, near the corner by the window. The shadows covered everything but his knees down. He hadn't hurt her really, and Accalia wasn't even sure if he wanted to. He tried, but seemed to lose his gusto after a few minutes. Just what Accalia wanted, an impotent rapist. He did cut her a little, which didn't hurt much, and really only turned her on more. She hungered for some blood and could feel herself slipping every now and then, getting weaker by the moment.
She was scared of the man, he had uncanny power. There was nothing but cold hatred that oozed out of him. The scariest part of all of it wasn't that he was pissed at something in particular; he seemed to be pissed at everything. Accalia had tried to speak to him, partly out of boredom and partly out of curiosity, but he had cut her off quickly with a slap to the face. Her left cheek still stung with the hand print most likely still there. She couldn't imagine what had made this man so angry. And so angry at Dante. Well, she didn't know much about Dante, so it could be anything, but Dante seemed like an honest man, if not compassionate to a fault.
She swallowed a lump in her throat, and tried to prop herself up with her elbows. She couldn't see his head, and even though his body was directed in a different direction, she could feel his eyes staring right back. She opened her mouth to speak, but closed it. She would assume she had to be kept alive enough for Dante to see her still there.
The chamber doors soon spun open, and Accalia whirled around to see. "Dante?" She whispered. Unfortunately it wasn't him but just another one of the man's minions. The beast, a cross between a horse and cat, stumbled towards the shadow in the corner.
"Master, he has gotten through Luxuria, Gula, and Avaritia."
The man in the corner took a deep breath. "Has he entered Acedia yet?"
"He was rounding up the stairs as I left to find you."
"Ok, go." And the beast lumbered away. He stood up, came to Accalia's side, and looked down, keeping silent.
"Dante has gotten through three of your floors?" She asked softly, knowing that most likely she would get slapped again. The feeling of his eyes met hers, and he bent down slowly, sitting on the bed. He gingerly felt the side of her cheek, and seemed surprised when she didn't flinch at his touch. He brushed away a tear from her face, much more softly and kindly then he had treated her before.
"You must see something before Dante finds you. You tell him what I tell you, you tell him what you've seen." Accalia nodded meekly. He bent over, and brushed his lips against hers. Taking a deep breath, almost like he was trying to breathe in her soul, he let their lips contact. He really didn't kiss her, just touched lips. When he brought his head away, he straightened slightly, and pulled down his hood. Accalia gasped as his face came to the light.
"It can't be." She whispered.
"It is." He replied. It seemed to make sense suddenly, why the man's voice was so familiar, why his mannerisms reminded her of someone.
"But-but.." She shuttered, staring straight into his eyes.
"Come on, its time to get ready for your performance."