Woo Hoo! Chapter 3 up! Man, between this fic ,and my other one, DMC Survivor, My hands are getting tired! ROFL
Thanks to all of our readers, especially to the ones who reviewed this for us!
Bustahead - You have always been one of my favorite authors, and have enjoyed many hours of reading your great work! Thankyou for taking time to review ours! We are honoured! And don't worry...there are no plans on having ANYTHING rape Dante...hehehehe
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Mor - No, you are right...things do not look good for our favorite demon hunter do they? You'll just have to keep reading to find out what's in store for him next!
Evils anonymous - Heh! I haven't see your name before, so HI:) I'm glad you think I do a good job of writing Dante, so thanks! Please keep reading..I think you will like whats to come:)
Laylah - Yes, Dante IS in deep shit this time! LOL But what kind of Dante fic would it be, if he didn't smart off constantly...Hehe And who knows, maybe u-kno-who WILL be in this fic...I'm not telling!
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SaiyAsianMaki - Thanks for catching that for me...You are right about the genre...We origianlly were going to write this as a humorous flick, but it has taken and entirely differnt turn, so I changed it. Thanks for catching that for me! The demon jury will be funny though...I promise :) Thanks for reading and reviewing for us as always!
On a quick note, Seeker asked who's idea this story was. The story's plot was thought up by my brilliant best friend, Wyatt, who writes some amazing stuff himself. Basically, he gives me the plot line, telling me exactly where he wants to go with this fic, and I type it out into a detailed story. We actually work great together, and this is going along better than either of us could of hoped for! So that's the scoop. If you notice that the writing style seems similar to my other fics, thats the reason! OK , so on to Chapter 3. Just a quick note...the chapters will be getting much longer from here...so happy reading!
Dante was escorted, rather roughly for his liking , into a dank moist cell, which was no bigger than a walk in closet.
The two pig guards snorted, and shoved him in forcefully, causing him to loose his balance, and fall to the dirt floor, hands first.
The guards sneered at him, before shutting the cell door, which closed with an undead creak.
"Prisoner...don't get comfortable, for soon we will be roasting you over an open fire, fighting over who gets the first bite." The two laughed as if it was the funniest thing they had ever heard.
"Wow..you can talk!" Dante continued to sit on the ground looking up at them, strands of his white hair falling in his face. "Keep talking, someday you might say something intelligent!"
The guards looked at eachother and sneered, before spitting into the cell, and turning around to leave. Dante got up, grabbing the bars of the cell door, and yelling to the boars. "Heh assholes! Just remember, there is no vaccine against stupidity!"
The guards turned to glare at him once more, before exiting the dark cooridor.
Dante removed his hands from the rusted bars, before walking to the back of his cell, and slouching down against the cold, rough wall.
Looking around, he realized that his new quarters came with all of the essentials, including a solid steel bed, a drain hole for releaving himself, and the typical homely rat, to keep him company. He looked at the drain hole thinking "how undignified". He watched the rat sniffing around the hole, before something spooked it, sending it running into a nearby crack.
"At least you can get the hell out of here if ya want..." Dante scoffed, wishing he could, at that moment, shrink himself and follow it to freedom.
The only light illuminating the small space, was flickering in two small lanterns, that hung from either side of the damp, mildewed ceiling. An erie, chilled breeze blew through his soft hair, making him wrap his arms around himself, and causing the lanterns to sway softly back and forth above. As they drifted side to side above, the chains that were holding them in place gave off an unearthly groan, sending chills up the demon hunter's back.
It was then, that Dante noticed that he was not alone, for there was another guard in the area, who was busy picking fleas off of himself.
Dante stood himself up, walking over to his cell door. "Excuse me?" Hey!...Hey bacon bits..." The guard turned to face him. "That's right... I'm talking to you!"
The guard turned around, seemingly ignoring him, and went back to delousing himself.
Dante being Dante though, continued to harass the creature, hoping to get a rise out of it, if nothing for more than something to do.
"For my last meal, I'd like to request roasted pork! Or maybe a nice honey ham?" He now had the guards attention, and was taking full advantage of it. " Wait! Scratch that! You guys reak too much to taste sweet, don't ya?"
The guard, now looking very irritated, began walking towards him.
As it got closer, Dante could see the look on it's face clearly. "Oh, hit a nerve I see." He smiled at it devilishly.
The guard turned away from him, before walking over to a wall, and hitting an alarm. Several more of the pig demons entered the room, armed with large electric prods, followed by a man carrying a briefcase, and dressed in what looked to Dante like some kind of suit.
"Step away from the door Dante..." Dante could sense annoyance in the figure's voice but continued to just stand there, not moving a muscle.
"I have a better idea jackass...how about I don't, and you can just assume that I did?.."
The man rolled his glowing eyes, and stepped aside, raising his hand at the guards as if to say "go ahead, take your best shot."
At that moment, the guards rushed Dante, shoving the prods between the bars, and into Dante's chest sending him flying into the cell's far wall.
They snorted, and squealed in delight, seeing the pain on Dante's face. One of them pushed the prod into the cell farther, trying to reach him yet again, when the man spoke up.
"Thats enough..." The man pushed past the boars. "Please open the cell." He removed a small card from his jacket pocket, showing it to them before they turned a key in the lock, swinging the door open. "Thankyou..." The man walked by them into the cell, and sat down on the steel bed, looking at the man on the floor below him.
Dante was laying in the corner holding his chest. Smoke billowed from his body, as his flesh continued to singe. He laid there for a few moments, trying to regain his composure, before opening his eyes, to study the figure before him.
The man got up from the bed, and moved so that Dante could get a better look at him.
As far as Dante could tell, the man appeared to be human. However, upon further inspection, he seemed to have strange characteristics about him, making Dante think twice about his assumption.
The man had gray hair, tied back into a ponytail. Two thick strands were left loose in the front of his face however, slightly covering his glowing eyes. The man was wearing a brand name business suit, an expensive watch, and several gold rings.
The man stared at Dante, as if studying him right back.
As his eyes regained their focus, Dante addressed the strange man. "Are you a human?"
The man shook his head..."No, no, not at all, but I was told to put forth a pleasing appearance for you."
Dante looked confused. "If you are a full on demon, then why the hell do you look just like a human?"
"Funny you should ask, for I find the story to be a rather humorous one myself." The man chuckled. "There I was the other day up there..." He gestured upwards. "..when I was told by one of my superiors that I had an important upcoming case, and that I'd better find a way to look more human. Well...I thought for a while, in the shadows, and studying the humans walking around me, before I decided the best way to look like a human, would be to turn into one."
"Turn into one?" Dante was smirking at the man. "You can't just TURN into a human one day...it's just not possible..."
The man laughed once more, straightening out his suit coat. "Well, as you can see, it can be done." He stood up and walked to the cell's door, looking outward. "I began to follow one man that I had taken a particular intrest in, until he reached his dwelling. I watched him as he made himself something to eat, played with his dog, and watched some T.V. with intrest. I knew he was the one..."
Dante raised an eyebrow. "The one?"
"Yes...the one that I would kill in order to become human, like you."
Dante's face turned to anger. "Like me? You could never be like me you sick..."
The man raised a hand to Dante, making him go silent. "Yes, like you, for we are more alike than even I would care to admit." Still looking outward, the man continued, hearing a "humph" escape Dante's lips.
"Anyway, getting back to my story, I waited until the man had gone to bed before entering his house. I watched the rise and fall of his chest as he slept for quite a while, finding it soothing, before slitting his throat with my own claws. "
The man looked over to see a look on Dante's face, somewhere between rage, and sadness.
"Oh...now don't be too upset. He didn't suffer." The man turned around, walking to the bed, and sitting down.
"I went through his closet, and was happy to find out that the man had excuesite taste in clothing. I borrowed a suit and tie, and some shoes. As I was carrying his body out of the house with me I noticed this lovely item..." He tapped the top of his briefcase. "...and I picked it up as well."
"So you not only killed him, but you stole from him too? That's fucking low man...even for a..."
The seemingly collected man, turned fierce in an instant, slugging Dante in the mouth, sending a spray of blood into the nearby wall.
The man sat back down, becoming calm in a hearbeat, and began to rub his hand. "Don't you ever insult me by calling me nothing but a demon, half-breed, for at least I am not a mutt, but a true, whole being.
Dante just sat there, rubbing his jaw, staring at the man.
"Now where was I?" The man thought for a second, before speaking again. "Oh yes...the corpse. I carried it all the way back to the underworld myself, which I was quite proud of, for he was not a small man. I then set about the formidable task of removing the mans flesh. He really was quite handsome, wouldn't you say?"
"Thats sick you piece of shit!" Dante had stood up, followed buy the man, and they were now standing face to face.
The man grinned devilishly at Dante. "I wish it would of been you now that I think of it. Your face is really quite striking..."
Dante couldn't hold back anymore, slugging the man in the stomach with all of his might, causing the man to keel over.
Several guards opened the cell, and rushed in holding prods.
The man stood back up, coughing slightly. "Everything is fine..." He motioned for them to leave. "Please...leave us..."
The guards backed out of the cell, spitting on Dante once more. "Jesus! Whats with you guys and the spitting crap? It's really getting annoying!"
The man waited a minute before addressing Dante. "So here I sit before you today...what do you think?" He extended his hands to his sides as if presenting himself for inspection.
Dante laughed at the man. "Well, if you want to know, I think you failed miserbly...So what's your next trick?"
The man's face turned sour at the demon slayer's comment. "If I were you, half breed, I'd recommend less sarcasm, and more gratuity." He opened his briefcase as if he was looking for something, before removing a stack of papers and closing it. "Your life is in my hands. I've been assigned to your case, I expect a certain level of respect."
Dante shook his head in disbelief. "You're my lawyer?"
The man reached out as if to shake hands. "Name is John Smith , and I will be defending you."
Dante couldn't help but burst into a loud obnoxious laugh. "Give me a fuckin' break! Were you told to give yourself a human name too?"
The man stared at Dante questioningly. "Well, yes. They thought you'd be more comfortable with addressing me, if I had a human name."
Dante laughed once more. "Damn you guys are lame. That name sucks SO bad!"
"Would you be more comfotable using my real name then?"
"I depends...what is it?"
"My real name is Abaddon."
Dante ran a hand through his hair. "Thats alot better." He seated himself so that he more comfortable on the floor, realizing that there was no comfotable spot after a moment. "Fine then Abaddon, tell me why the hell I am even in this damn mess, and why the walking barbeque convention over there hasn't killed me yet..." He pointed at the pig guards in the corner, who were seemingly involed in a game of dice.
"Dante whether you know it or not, you have a special protected status. If you were a full demon, we'd of killed you already, without due process." Abaddon pulled some glasses out of his pocket, putting them on. "However, since you are half human, you still are entitled to the rights and liberties that you would in your world."
Dante looked at him with a confused look on his face.
"Look...we demons corrupt human souls, and them take them as our own. Its their choice, really. Some are weaker than others. But you, Dante, you are a half breed. You don't fall into any of the laws between Heaven and Hell. You have an interesting immunity because you are a demon with the rights of a human.
Danted gleamed with confidence. "Shit! Its good to be me then!"
"Ah, you would think so...but Mundus found a loop hole. He can put you on trial and prove your guilt. If you've indeed overstept the bounds of both the human and demon realms...you will be his, to do with as he wishes." Abaddon leaned into Dante's face with an unholy grin painting his face.
"Begining to get the picture now, demon slayer?"
Dante just sat there for a moment pondering his current situation. "What exactly do they have on me anyways?"
"More than you think Dante...how about the death of an innocent caused by your hand, for one?"
Dante's let his head drop downward, a pained, sorrowful expression on his face.
Abaddon offered him a sympathedic look, realizing Dante's sudden loss of confidence. "Tell me what happend. And I want to know the truth..."
Dante's raised his head to look at Abaddon, thier eyes exchanging memories that would haunt Dante forever.
Hope you all liked that chapter! There is alot more to come, so please stay with us! PLEASE R&R for us so that we can use your feedback to either make us smile, or for creative plot ideas! We both thank you all for reading!