Scars
Disclaimer: Hold on, let me check..Nope, still don't own DMC.
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Chapter 3: Rose Warrior
Dante stood before the oddity of a demon, holding the dragon hilt of his sword firmly. He charged the creature and aimed his blade towards the only living thing on it, the eye. If Dante got this hit, the rest of the battle would be a cinch. The tip of the sword was just ten feet from accomplishing this; now, five feet, wait, just one foot now. But then, the demon used its free arm as a barrier, deflecting the demon slayer's attack, rendering him defenseless for a second. Unfortunately, a second was all that the monster needed. It struck Dante's gut with all the pieces of its arm, before upper cutting him 30 feet into the air. Then, the demon catapulted itself into the air to Dante's height and struck the back of his head with the blunt end of its sword, driving the devil hunter into the ground.
The oddity came down beside Dante's body and lifted its sword above the demon slayer's back. But before it killed Dante, he rolled from the blade and used his own weapon to smack the sword. Then he flipped back, taking out Ivory and fired at the monster's eye before he landed. The creature blocked it with ease, and then shot out all the parts of his arms at Dante.
"Bad move!" The devil hunter stated and he charged at the creature again, but this time, he was surrounding by an electric aura and his speed increased tenfold. The metal pieces were sliced into oblivion as Dante passed them and the monster's eye received a blade through it before it felt the pain. It screeched a shrill sound as the item that made out its body fell to the ground. Then, the demon exploded into a purple light, blinding Dante for a moment before it faded. The devil hunter picked up his sword and sheathed it across his back.
**
"Master, it seems that summon of yours has failed." Mundan said, coldly to Yami.
Yami glanced up to Mundan, "Yes, I sensed it, too. It seems that these intruders are no ordinary humans." He looked to the corner, where a pair of eyes stared back at him. "Petalir, what is it?"
"Nothing, just curious of something." The owner of the emerald eyes came out, his black bangs just above them. His attire was white mystic suit, lined with crimson and gold, and a green trench coat over the suit. "I would like to fight those intruders to relieve a thought that has existed in my mind."
"No! You stay here and you both kill them!" Yami ordered.
"Oh yes, that's right. You called my master and me here to guard your worthless life. Isn't that right?"
"Worthless? What do you mean?"
"What my servant here means is that you are of no importance to me." Mundan explained, "You rely on others too much; you can't do anything by yourself." Yami looked back to Mundan and began to felt something he never felt before.
It was fear; fear of being betrayed by his own men ran through him. Mundan stepped up to him, smiling evermore sinister. He grabbed him by the shirt collar, "Now, listen, I'll take care of everything; the intruders, our captive, and the Night Clan. You just relax and die." Mundan threw Yami into the air and unleashed several bolts of dark energy through him. Yami died before he touched the ground, cursing Mundan in last thoughts. Mundan gazed at Petalir, whose expression hadn't changed, and said to him, "You go and stall our intruders. I'm going to check on our captive."
"Yes sir." Petalir said his voice empty of feeling. He began down to where he would meet intruders afterwards. Mundan also started his trek back to the dungeon, and once he got there. He found the prisoner, still holding the dagger in front of her eyes, pondering if this decision was the right one.
"So, you have yet to end it." He said to her.
The prisoner looked up from the knife, her crimson eyes empty of hope, and replaced with sorrow. "Why," she said, weakly, "Why can't I cry? That's all I want."
"Forget it, demons don't cry, and trying only shows yours weakness." The male demon said, his eyes never leaving her. "You have a choice, submit to the truth and end your suffering, or join me and finally have a purpose in existence."
"But.I." The captive looked back at the dagger, the pain inside her continued to grow.
"I'll give you some more time to decide. I'm expecting someone." And Mundan stepped out of the cell.
**
Dante and Morrigan, together once more, hurried through the mansion, up and down flights of stairs and through hordes of Marionettes, Blades, and Sins.
They began up another staircase, but this one was far longer than any other they had climbed. Worst yet, they were followed by many Frost warriors, hell-bent on destroying them. Constantly, Dante was forced to turn around and unleashes a flare of hell's fire onto one or two. They were so many, that even Morrigan had throw shurikens, just to keep them back. They were losing hope fast, but suddenly, Dante stopped and ordered Morrigan to go on. He glared at the Frosts, a burning glow in his eyes. The creatures leapt at him, raising their claws to attack, but they tactics failed. Dante jumped over the attacking forces, and in his right hand, a burning power grew. "Take this, you morons!" He taunted them as he came to the ground and slammed his burning fist into it.
As soon as his fists slammed the stone stairs, the Frosts near him were engulfed in flames. Their icy power faded from their hands, and armor shattered like glass and the pain raged within them as flames from hell burnt through their skin. Morrigan, not too far ahead, stared with fear and shock. How could a half human like him be powerful enough that with a single attack, an entire force of powered monster was wiped clean from the living world? Dante got back on his feet and looked around, nodding at the dead demons surrounding him. He resumed his climbed and in no time, reached the surprised Morrigan. As he passed her, he heard her say, "You are the son of the Dark Knight Sparda! There is definitely no doubt in my mind now."
The devil hunter glanced at her, "What? You mean I wasn't what you thought me to be?"
"Well, at first no, but now, you're five times more."
"Thanks for the compliment. Now, let's go." And they continued to the top, where they found an open door, leading into an office. Both of them went in at the same time, weapons drawn. Inside they saw a bald man dead body rotting in the side, but that didn't get their attention; the emerald eyed man in the center did.
"Petalir..." Morrigan whispered his name.
"Hello, Morrigan and the Dark Knight Dante. I have heard much about you."
Dante smirked, "Yeah, and I guess you want to kill me too, right?"
"No, actually, I should thank you for banishing Mundus. You have my gratitude." Dante stared at Petalir in confusion. Why would this guy be grateful that he killed the lord of the underworld? "However, I have my orders to fight you. Do forgive me for this?" Petalir reached into his sleeve and pulled out.a rose? Dante laughed at this, seeing no true harm from his weapon of choice, but Morrigan did not lower her guard, but enforced it.
Petalir aimed the rose to them and it began to shine gold. As it shimmered, its form changed shape; from a gentle rose into a long sword with a decorated hilt in a fashion of a flower. Now, Dante was interested, "All right, I'll fight y-"
"No, I will." Morrigan spoke, raising her hand in front of Dante to stop him. "I understand that you like a challenge, but I insist that this fight be mine." Morrigan stepped forward, full of intent to fight.
Petalir's emotionless expression didn't change; he only discarded his trench coat smoothly, prepared for battle. Morrigan did the same with her cloak and that was when Dante saw how she really looked. Her footwear included black boots with small blades on the end of them; probably used to jump to walls and stick to them. Her clothing was a skin tight, blood red ninja gi and armor over her belly. Her hands were equipped with gauntlets that had tiny climbing blades upon the knuckles of them. As for her face, Dante would describe it as pale, yet full of life and her topaz eyes went beautifully with her auburn hair.
Dante stared with his face a light scarlet and he would've stared if forever if Petalir's voice didn't break his trance. "Dark Knight, to your left, you will find a door leading down. There will be no forces against you, but Mundan will await your arrival. Best, you take caution, when fighting him." Again, Dante was confused about this man. "I am not trying to trick, but that is where your target suffers. Hurry and go to her." The devil hunter looked to Morrigan, who just nodded to him, believing in Petalir's words. So Dante search the left side of the office and indeed found a door, which he hurried down. Petalir and Morrigan, of course, remained in the room staring at each other; one full of anger, the other empty of everything.
"Why Petalir?" Morrigan began, "Why are you doing this? I thought you wanted to help her."
"And I do, Morrigan." The Rose Knight replied, hanging his weapon by his side. "But there's nothing I can do at this point. Mundan forced me to serve him. If I didn't he would kill her as well as my family." Petalir lowered his head; a trace of sadness filled his eyes. "You know well that my mother and father are too old to defend themselves, and my sister is no fighter. What choices did I have? My power is nothing compared to Mundan's, that's why I have placed my hope in Sparda's son."
Morrigan's eyes were drain of anger, knowing that this indeed was the truth. "So, that means...that we don't have to fight."
"Alas, I'm afraid we must. Like I said, they are my orders." His grip tightened on the sword as he raised it to a battle stance. "If I fail my orders to stall you, then they will be killed. Please, forgive me." Then, he dashed forward, locking blades with the ninja's kudachi.
Morrigan pushed against her opponent's Rose Blade, using all of her might to knock him back, but Petalir didn't budge even an inch. So Morrigan took an alternative; she ducked under the blades and sent her left fist into Petalir's stomach. The Rose Knight winced a little before reeling a leg back and striking Morrigan in the chest wit his knee. The blow was powerful; powerful enough to send the female ninja into the wall. Petalir stared to the woman clutching to her chest, breathing heavily, with a look of disappointment upon his face. "You're holding back."
The woman lifted her head to Petalir, "I...don't want to..."
Although, none could see it, Petalir felt sympathy for the ninja. I'm sorry, but I must do this. I know you are much stronger than this. Show your strength to me." Morrigan glared to the Rose Knight; she took a breath and got to her feet. She gritted her teeth as demonic wings formed on her back, ripping through her gi, and a smaller pair of wings appeared in her hair.
"All right." She said, "I'm ready now. Let's go!"
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Gemakai-And the third chapter is done! We're about to draw to a close with this mission. But that doesn't mean this story is over; not by a long shot
Kora-You know, this is actually pretty good.
Gemakai-Thanks Kora. Now, Review away all my friends out there who bothered to read this.
Disclaimer: Hold on, let me check..Nope, still don't own DMC.
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Chapter 3: Rose Warrior
Dante stood before the oddity of a demon, holding the dragon hilt of his sword firmly. He charged the creature and aimed his blade towards the only living thing on it, the eye. If Dante got this hit, the rest of the battle would be a cinch. The tip of the sword was just ten feet from accomplishing this; now, five feet, wait, just one foot now. But then, the demon used its free arm as a barrier, deflecting the demon slayer's attack, rendering him defenseless for a second. Unfortunately, a second was all that the monster needed. It struck Dante's gut with all the pieces of its arm, before upper cutting him 30 feet into the air. Then, the demon catapulted itself into the air to Dante's height and struck the back of his head with the blunt end of its sword, driving the devil hunter into the ground.
The oddity came down beside Dante's body and lifted its sword above the demon slayer's back. But before it killed Dante, he rolled from the blade and used his own weapon to smack the sword. Then he flipped back, taking out Ivory and fired at the monster's eye before he landed. The creature blocked it with ease, and then shot out all the parts of his arms at Dante.
"Bad move!" The devil hunter stated and he charged at the creature again, but this time, he was surrounding by an electric aura and his speed increased tenfold. The metal pieces were sliced into oblivion as Dante passed them and the monster's eye received a blade through it before it felt the pain. It screeched a shrill sound as the item that made out its body fell to the ground. Then, the demon exploded into a purple light, blinding Dante for a moment before it faded. The devil hunter picked up his sword and sheathed it across his back.
**
"Master, it seems that summon of yours has failed." Mundan said, coldly to Yami.
Yami glanced up to Mundan, "Yes, I sensed it, too. It seems that these intruders are no ordinary humans." He looked to the corner, where a pair of eyes stared back at him. "Petalir, what is it?"
"Nothing, just curious of something." The owner of the emerald eyes came out, his black bangs just above them. His attire was white mystic suit, lined with crimson and gold, and a green trench coat over the suit. "I would like to fight those intruders to relieve a thought that has existed in my mind."
"No! You stay here and you both kill them!" Yami ordered.
"Oh yes, that's right. You called my master and me here to guard your worthless life. Isn't that right?"
"Worthless? What do you mean?"
"What my servant here means is that you are of no importance to me." Mundan explained, "You rely on others too much; you can't do anything by yourself." Yami looked back to Mundan and began to felt something he never felt before.
It was fear; fear of being betrayed by his own men ran through him. Mundan stepped up to him, smiling evermore sinister. He grabbed him by the shirt collar, "Now, listen, I'll take care of everything; the intruders, our captive, and the Night Clan. You just relax and die." Mundan threw Yami into the air and unleashed several bolts of dark energy through him. Yami died before he touched the ground, cursing Mundan in last thoughts. Mundan gazed at Petalir, whose expression hadn't changed, and said to him, "You go and stall our intruders. I'm going to check on our captive."
"Yes sir." Petalir said his voice empty of feeling. He began down to where he would meet intruders afterwards. Mundan also started his trek back to the dungeon, and once he got there. He found the prisoner, still holding the dagger in front of her eyes, pondering if this decision was the right one.
"So, you have yet to end it." He said to her.
The prisoner looked up from the knife, her crimson eyes empty of hope, and replaced with sorrow. "Why," she said, weakly, "Why can't I cry? That's all I want."
"Forget it, demons don't cry, and trying only shows yours weakness." The male demon said, his eyes never leaving her. "You have a choice, submit to the truth and end your suffering, or join me and finally have a purpose in existence."
"But.I." The captive looked back at the dagger, the pain inside her continued to grow.
"I'll give you some more time to decide. I'm expecting someone." And Mundan stepped out of the cell.
**
Dante and Morrigan, together once more, hurried through the mansion, up and down flights of stairs and through hordes of Marionettes, Blades, and Sins.
They began up another staircase, but this one was far longer than any other they had climbed. Worst yet, they were followed by many Frost warriors, hell-bent on destroying them. Constantly, Dante was forced to turn around and unleashes a flare of hell's fire onto one or two. They were so many, that even Morrigan had throw shurikens, just to keep them back. They were losing hope fast, but suddenly, Dante stopped and ordered Morrigan to go on. He glared at the Frosts, a burning glow in his eyes. The creatures leapt at him, raising their claws to attack, but they tactics failed. Dante jumped over the attacking forces, and in his right hand, a burning power grew. "Take this, you morons!" He taunted them as he came to the ground and slammed his burning fist into it.
As soon as his fists slammed the stone stairs, the Frosts near him were engulfed in flames. Their icy power faded from their hands, and armor shattered like glass and the pain raged within them as flames from hell burnt through their skin. Morrigan, not too far ahead, stared with fear and shock. How could a half human like him be powerful enough that with a single attack, an entire force of powered monster was wiped clean from the living world? Dante got back on his feet and looked around, nodding at the dead demons surrounding him. He resumed his climbed and in no time, reached the surprised Morrigan. As he passed her, he heard her say, "You are the son of the Dark Knight Sparda! There is definitely no doubt in my mind now."
The devil hunter glanced at her, "What? You mean I wasn't what you thought me to be?"
"Well, at first no, but now, you're five times more."
"Thanks for the compliment. Now, let's go." And they continued to the top, where they found an open door, leading into an office. Both of them went in at the same time, weapons drawn. Inside they saw a bald man dead body rotting in the side, but that didn't get their attention; the emerald eyed man in the center did.
"Petalir..." Morrigan whispered his name.
"Hello, Morrigan and the Dark Knight Dante. I have heard much about you."
Dante smirked, "Yeah, and I guess you want to kill me too, right?"
"No, actually, I should thank you for banishing Mundus. You have my gratitude." Dante stared at Petalir in confusion. Why would this guy be grateful that he killed the lord of the underworld? "However, I have my orders to fight you. Do forgive me for this?" Petalir reached into his sleeve and pulled out.a rose? Dante laughed at this, seeing no true harm from his weapon of choice, but Morrigan did not lower her guard, but enforced it.
Petalir aimed the rose to them and it began to shine gold. As it shimmered, its form changed shape; from a gentle rose into a long sword with a decorated hilt in a fashion of a flower. Now, Dante was interested, "All right, I'll fight y-"
"No, I will." Morrigan spoke, raising her hand in front of Dante to stop him. "I understand that you like a challenge, but I insist that this fight be mine." Morrigan stepped forward, full of intent to fight.
Petalir's emotionless expression didn't change; he only discarded his trench coat smoothly, prepared for battle. Morrigan did the same with her cloak and that was when Dante saw how she really looked. Her footwear included black boots with small blades on the end of them; probably used to jump to walls and stick to them. Her clothing was a skin tight, blood red ninja gi and armor over her belly. Her hands were equipped with gauntlets that had tiny climbing blades upon the knuckles of them. As for her face, Dante would describe it as pale, yet full of life and her topaz eyes went beautifully with her auburn hair.
Dante stared with his face a light scarlet and he would've stared if forever if Petalir's voice didn't break his trance. "Dark Knight, to your left, you will find a door leading down. There will be no forces against you, but Mundan will await your arrival. Best, you take caution, when fighting him." Again, Dante was confused about this man. "I am not trying to trick, but that is where your target suffers. Hurry and go to her." The devil hunter looked to Morrigan, who just nodded to him, believing in Petalir's words. So Dante search the left side of the office and indeed found a door, which he hurried down. Petalir and Morrigan, of course, remained in the room staring at each other; one full of anger, the other empty of everything.
"Why Petalir?" Morrigan began, "Why are you doing this? I thought you wanted to help her."
"And I do, Morrigan." The Rose Knight replied, hanging his weapon by his side. "But there's nothing I can do at this point. Mundan forced me to serve him. If I didn't he would kill her as well as my family." Petalir lowered his head; a trace of sadness filled his eyes. "You know well that my mother and father are too old to defend themselves, and my sister is no fighter. What choices did I have? My power is nothing compared to Mundan's, that's why I have placed my hope in Sparda's son."
Morrigan's eyes were drain of anger, knowing that this indeed was the truth. "So, that means...that we don't have to fight."
"Alas, I'm afraid we must. Like I said, they are my orders." His grip tightened on the sword as he raised it to a battle stance. "If I fail my orders to stall you, then they will be killed. Please, forgive me." Then, he dashed forward, locking blades with the ninja's kudachi.
Morrigan pushed against her opponent's Rose Blade, using all of her might to knock him back, but Petalir didn't budge even an inch. So Morrigan took an alternative; she ducked under the blades and sent her left fist into Petalir's stomach. The Rose Knight winced a little before reeling a leg back and striking Morrigan in the chest wit his knee. The blow was powerful; powerful enough to send the female ninja into the wall. Petalir stared to the woman clutching to her chest, breathing heavily, with a look of disappointment upon his face. "You're holding back."
The woman lifted her head to Petalir, "I...don't want to..."
Although, none could see it, Petalir felt sympathy for the ninja. I'm sorry, but I must do this. I know you are much stronger than this. Show your strength to me." Morrigan glared to the Rose Knight; she took a breath and got to her feet. She gritted her teeth as demonic wings formed on her back, ripping through her gi, and a smaller pair of wings appeared in her hair.
"All right." She said, "I'm ready now. Let's go!"
**
Gemakai-And the third chapter is done! We're about to draw to a close with this mission. But that doesn't mean this story is over; not by a long shot
Kora-You know, this is actually pretty good.
Gemakai-Thanks Kora. Now, Review away all my friends out there who bothered to read this.