Scars

Gem: Oo …

Kora: Um…Gemy?

Gem: MAH SHIRT IF ON FIRES! (Throws it on the ground) NOW IT IF ON MAH PANTF! Throws a bottle to the ground and sighs Whew… (Realizes what he threw) DA HOOCH! (Gets down and slurps up the drink only to rise and…)GLAFF IN MAH TEEFH!

Kora: Er…right. (Grins and goes to do the disclaimer)

Disclaimer: ZOMG! d0 n0t pwn t3h DMC 3r!3. LOL n00b.

Kora: …I feel so dirty now.

Chapter VIII: He's back.

It was a white sanctuary with an eerie aura around it; the same palace where Mundus was defeated years ago. Yet sitting at the other end of the pearly path was another shadowy figure rather than the Zeus-like statue of Mundus.

Suddenly, a flurry of petals rushed up in a quick gust of wind before the shadow and then came together atop the rose held by the man they brought. "Sir? You summoned me?" The Rose Knight spoke softly, kneeling with his rose against his left shoulder.

"It burns Petalir. It burns!" The shadow hissed, holding his forehead tightly, wincing in pain. "It's been over months and it still burns!"

/Serves you right./ Petalir thought/After what you did to that poor girl, this is merely a sample of what you deserve./

A glare came from the shadow, "Be wary about your thoughts, Petalir… or at least know that I can hear them." Needless to say, Petalir was taken aback from this comment. "Fortunately, I still have use for you, so be grateful. Otherwise, you'd be de-arrgh!" The shadow fell from his throne, clutching his head in agony. "Gyaaarrg!"

"…Do you require aid, master?" Petalir asked in a innocent tone, or otherwise known as a sarcastic manner.

"Just…just go and kill them! Kill them both!"

"Both sir?"

"Dante and that whore off spring! Who else?"

Petalir smirked, "Come now, Lord Mundan, you should really calm yourself. You're very lucky that you survive your contact with the demon slayer, let alone are making a rapid recover for one so…" he paused, looking for the right word, "Damaged."

In response, Mundan flung a fiery needle at his subordinate, who quickly deflected the attack away with his impenetrable rose. "Just go…" He mutter coldly and in another wave of rose petals, the Rose Knight vanished.

How can you let a couple of half breeds get to you, Mundan.

The crippled demon glared at the ceiling, "Shut up, old man. I'm calling the shots here!"

Such power you contain. Such power misguided. Such power unused to its potential.

"He was a half breed! I thought I could kill him!"

He is also a Sparda. You shouldn't have taken him lightly.

"I know…it won't happen again…" Mundan clenched his fist, "I swear it…"

"What! South Africa?" Dante and Morrigan shouted in unison.

"We have to walk all the way there?" The blond ninja continued, "That's like… 300 miles, isn't?"

"Um…more like 3000, one-chan." Lilith corrected.

"SAME DIFFERENCE!" snapped Dante. They had already traveled, what, three days already to find these guys, now they had to travel three months! On foot, that was hell, even for a demon and a group of shady figures, including a girl with cat ears isn't exactly what Dante called 'subtle'. "Well…" he muttered, "I guess we should first begin by heading to the town close by."

"Where's that?"

"Pfft! I don't know!" He aimed westward, "Let's just head this way. I'm burning up here." So they did.

Three days and an afternoon later, they finally came across a small village; nothing grand or anything modern. Just a rural town with several huts and farming fields.

"Damn, isn't a pretty sight." Remarked Dante, glancing across the ill-looking villagers. "You guys really wanna stop here?" The others, though not exhausted, panted with fatique. They were tired and the fact that Dante was still willing to go on was a surprise, since he was the same one who bitched about walking through the night.

Gem, with Syra clinging on behind him, shrugged and moved past the demon slayer to a pile of haypile nearby.

"No-no, Sleep is good. Syra wants sleep."

Lilith and Morrigan plopped down beside them, not caring about the the prickliness of the straw. "Dante, let's just catch some beauty sleep." Spoke the older succubus, quickly slipping into a slumber similar to the half breed beside her.

"Oh, come on! I don't want to sleep on hay! Stone floors I can mange, but HAY?" All this ranting and raving did nothing to help the Devil Hunter. "Crap…"

So he just paced around the village til nightfall when all the villagers retreated to their homes and only Dante and company remained outdoors. After the last villager left, Dante caught something out the corner of his eye that he was surprised he hadn't spot before now. A hut, much larger than the ones around it, suddenly appeared out of the shadows, making the Demon Slayer quirk a brow. Flipping out Ivory, Dante went inside.

It was a bar of some sort, coated with mold and cobwebs in the hidden corners. "Wait…a….tick…" The place looked familiar, too familiar. Right down to the brokens wine bottles and the spiders creeping across the floor, Dante could've sworn he knew this place.

He stepped up to the bar counter and peeked over, only finding more webs and shattered bottles, and held still. "So-ho-ho, ya came back, lad!" Dante quickly turned around, aiming his trusty pistol at the creepy imp man owning the bar, George. "What cha aiming that thing at me far?" He jumped over Dante and landed on the bar counter, grinning that jack-ass grin as always. "Didn't expect ya to get back 'ere, sa quick!"

"What the hell are you talking about? I thought your bar was back near my shop."

"Was it now?"

"Yes, it was! So what are you doing here now?"

"Business, ma friend! Business!"

"What business? Business of pissing the crap out of people?"

"Nope!" George slapped Dante's head, "Wrong again!" The Devil Hunter quickly brought his pistol up and fired just after the imp man jumped to the rafters.

"Get down here, you faggoty little rat!"

So he did, pulling down a long and large shelf connected to the ceiling with him. Inside were weapons, tons and tons of weapons. Shotguns, Berettas, Desert Eagles, Magnums, Sub machine guns, axes, swords, scythes, throwing knives, everything a demon hunter would want. This shut down up Dante faster than it took for a shotgun shell to to blast through a marionette's fragile frame.

"Holy monkey poop on a stick!"

Well, except for that last bit.

"Where do you get all these, you creepy old man?"

"Oh here and dere. This is ma business. Guns and Arms! So what cha buyin'?"

Immediately, this annoying imp of a man went from the bottom of Dante's friend list to somewhere near the top. Trish now occupied the bottom slot.

It took one quick gust to rouse the young halfbreed from her sleep. One quick gust and up she went, keeping herself up with one hand, while holding her sweat covered forehead with the other.

Well, well, look who's up.

"It's…you."

Yes, me. Suddenly Lilith choked as something gripped her heart. Me, me, me. And now, you're going to do what I say.

"N…nn…oo…" Lilith manage to whisper in declinement, only to have the grip tighten.

Now there, you don't want me to kill you, do you? Your blood bounds you to me and I can find you wherever you hide. You are the child of pure darkness, I'd be doing the world a favor by killing you.

"St…stooo…stop…"

I'm certain you're tired of live stock blood, it must be very…disgusting for you. Humans taste so much better… Lilith shook her head quickly, clutching at her chest No? Fine then. She felt her head turning on its own toward Morrigan. Feed on her, instead.

Gemakai: Haha! The plot thickens.

Kora: (Reading over the last part) You're a horrible monster and you're going to hell!

Gemakai: Sticks and stones, my little Kora. Sticks anNotices his pants are on fire AHHH! MAH PANTF!

Astar: (Chuckles) Well, that's it for this short chapter. So review now or I'll set your pants on fire like I did to Gemy her...

Gemakai: GLAFF IN MAH TEEFH (Flails arms around)