Chapter 2

The creatures behind Aeneas had a twisted appearance, like black and large, tailless monkeys. Their jaws stuck out a bit, their eyes dull red, and had arms equal in length to their legs. There were five of them; all had appeared from nowhere, and they had their eyes on Aeneas, who simply turned around and observed the demons. He slowly twirled his sword a few times, and then walked slowly up to them. One of them made a leap at him, and another two jumped around and closing in on him. Aeneas made a back flip and then jumped back to avoid the leaping demon.

There was nothing to do but fight. Aeneas had never entered here to fight in the first place; he just wanted to find traces of Sparda. He needed to find clues about the following events of demonic activity; gathering information was what devil hunters did. But devil hunters, Aeneas had noticed, were disappearing once in a while; some were found, but none alive. He was sure Darkness was conceiving a terrible plan, and he knew that slaying the slayers would just contribute to its shadowy might. It would only be a matter of time before the last devil hunter alive would have to face a gathered, destructive force of Darkness.

Indeed, mankind faced a portion of Darkness with the birth of Mundus. Some even claim that he was one with Darkness in a way no other godly demon was. Aeneas knew that it would require something spectacular if Darkness would give birth to such a powerful god. Throughout the thousand of years of devil history, one would see such births that only a few selected knew were creations of Darkness; Veramn, Mundus and Argosax were the famous ones. Aeneas would not let it happen again.

The demons attacked. Aeneas brought his sword up and sliced at them. One clean slice caused their vaporous blood to spill, and then they were obliterated in a foggy, thick cluster of small, black clouds that quickly disappeared. Aeneas simply awaited the demons and sliced them all with clean slices. Without as much as a trace of any battle, Aeneas sheathed his sword and continued onwards to a pair of royal blue double doors with some golden decorations on. He opened them, walked past them and closed them behind.

Aeneas observed the following room. With a few white bunk beds on the sides, he could tell this was some sort of sleeping quarters or resting lounge. The floor was of wood here, smooth wood with a small round carped underneath a round table. There wasn't much light in the room; only the lantern on the table gave some light to the room. On the opposite side of the room were four small corridors, of which two were dead ends. The one next to the one to the far left led to another part of the room. This part was empty; it had grey, smooth brick walls and green grass as floor. There was nothing else there. Not a window even, yet the grass was very green and slightly moist.

Aeneas wondered if there was something else to this room than what the eye presented. He observed it a bit more, walking around, feeling the walls and the grass, but there was nothing. Maybe this was some sort of place to find peace. The environment was inviting for those who wished to ponder, Aeneas admitted to himself. He unsheathed his sword and laid it on the clean grass, sat down and leaned against the wall. He closed his eyes and started to think, relaxing... shortly after, Aeneas fell asleep.

When Aeneas woke up, he felt as if he had been given new strengths; he wasn't tired anymore, he thought as clear as his mind was clear, and he noticed a slight improvement in sharpened senses. Perhaps the sleep did some good, he stated to himself and sighed. Is it just me or is it a little less warm in here?

Aeneas opened his eyes, and the first thing he noticed was that the little light from the lantern was now illuminating something in this room that he found very intriguing: The green grass was now dry and crystal blue, and the grey walls were now black, and in different material. Aeneas narrowed his eyes and looked around the room. He noticed that his sword was missing. He got up hurriedly and ran back to the room with the beds, and looked around. He couldn't see his sword.

Aeneas clicked his tongue a few times. What idiot had stolen his sword? He felt slightly upset. In fact, he noticed that the more upset he got, the more goose bumps he got, as if he was cold. Aeneas then relaxed and smiled to himself. Why am I even worried? I don't even need a sword, Aeneas stated to himself. But then again, I need something to defend myself with, and a sword wouldn't be a bad choice.

He sighed and paced around the room. He rolled his eyes, took a deep breath and exhaled before he looked at the crystal–like grass. He was fairly certain that some of his powers had leaked somehow and turned the grass that way during his sleep; however, Aeneas could not comprehend why or how it had happened. He felt that it wasn't necessary to ponder over that a second more. He didn't even think about trying to release some, because he knew it had to come in due time. He would need to wait patiently. One day, he knew, he found find his balanced self.

Aeneas looked a bit longer at the grass, and noticed that there was some sort of camouflaged atmosphere moving like a ghost around that room. He walked over to the room and looked around. At that moment, it struck him that it was a portal of some kind, but before he could react to that knowledge, he felt himself explode and implode to incredibly tiny parts simultaneously, and then got sucked into thin air.