Intermission 3
Another intermission whilst I think of how chapter 12 needs to end…This intermission is a sort of mini fic with no relation to the main story. It reminds me a bit of Vampire D: Bloodlust, if ya saw the movie.
And here's some answers to some questions first:
Fenice Evangelista -- I hadn't thought about using Vergil, but if I think of a way to I will.
I plan to do some sort of overview for Reign of the Five sometime too (partly for the readers sake and partly for my own. ^_^*)
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He was running. Fleeing, rather. Down shady dank alleyways and across moonlit rooftops. He was fleeing…and he felt he was failing. The hunter followed him still. A glance behind him confirmed this, as a silver haired figure darted along not far behind him. The man, or devil rather, since that was what he was even though the form he wore was that of a human, felt a pang of despair. He knew the relentless hunter following him was half devil himself, the son of the legendary dark knight Sparda. The half breed hunter was both fast and strong, and while the fleeing devil was no weakling, he knew he was outmatched. Yet despite this knowledge he ran on. She was depending on him, as were their hopes and dreams of being together.
The devil landed in an abandoned open courtyard, stumbling slightly on the cobblestone floor as he turned to meet his pursuer. His breath was ragged from exhaustion. From the rooftop jumped the hunter to land not twenty feet away. He brushed off his red coat as he got to his feet and cocked his head to the side. "Well you're not much fun, are you now?" While the hunter's tone was humorous, his silver eyes were hard. "No where to go anymore. You've just run out of luck." The hunter pulled out a dark black handgun and pointed it as the devil's head.
The devil clenched in fists and closed his eyes in fierce desperation. "I won't go like this…we've hoped too long to go like this…" he whispered. "I won't!" he yelled as he lunged forward and shifted from human to humanoid devil form.
The hunter quirked an eyebrow. "Well it looks like you still got some spunk after all." The hunter fired off a few shots, two of which caught the devil painfully. The devil pressed forward though and the hunter pulled out his sword for the close combat. The devil dodged and attacked when it could, but after a few minutes time was thrown forcefully against the nearby wall. "The game ends now," said the hunter as he raised his sword for the killing thrust.
"NO!" a woman's voice cried out suddenly. The hunter jerked in surprise and took a step back as a young black haired woman ran out from an alley and threw herself on top of the wounded devil, who coalesced back into his human form.
The hunter readied his sword. "You shouldn't be here lady. I doubt you know how dangerous this guy is."
"Shut up!" she yelled as she knelt drew the devil into her arms. "I know exactly what he is. And I love him, just as he loves me. I will NOT allow you to kill him!"
"Please…" the devil said weakly, "Please believe us…we just want to live together in peace, away from the disputes of our races…" His eyes shone with a deep desire for the hunter to find the truth in his words.
The hunter did not make a move to kill, but his eyes remained ice cold. "He is still a devil, with his crimes to pay for. Nothing will change that."
As the hunter's grip tightened on the sword, the woman looked up at him with tear filled eyes of accusations. "How can you say that? You of all people! What about your parents!? Didn't their love work? Why should ours be any different?!"
The hunter looked suddenly like he'd been punched in the gut. He lowered the sword slowly, an unrecognizable look on his face. After a silent moment for the three, he turned his back and hung his sword up on his back. "…Good luck…to you both then…" As both devil and woman's looks changed from disbelief to joy, the hunter added, "If I hear anything about this in the future, however, there will be no second chances." With that Dante Sparda walked off into the shadows to leave an unlikely, if happy, couple to plan their future.
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Well, that's that! I don't write that sort of thing often (serious/romance/whatever), so tell me what you think! I promise to get the next real chapter up soon.
Another intermission whilst I think of how chapter 12 needs to end…This intermission is a sort of mini fic with no relation to the main story. It reminds me a bit of Vampire D: Bloodlust, if ya saw the movie.
And here's some answers to some questions first:
Fenice Evangelista -- I hadn't thought about using Vergil, but if I think of a way to I will.
I plan to do some sort of overview for Reign of the Five sometime too (partly for the readers sake and partly for my own. ^_^*)
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He was running. Fleeing, rather. Down shady dank alleyways and across moonlit rooftops. He was fleeing…and he felt he was failing. The hunter followed him still. A glance behind him confirmed this, as a silver haired figure darted along not far behind him. The man, or devil rather, since that was what he was even though the form he wore was that of a human, felt a pang of despair. He knew the relentless hunter following him was half devil himself, the son of the legendary dark knight Sparda. The half breed hunter was both fast and strong, and while the fleeing devil was no weakling, he knew he was outmatched. Yet despite this knowledge he ran on. She was depending on him, as were their hopes and dreams of being together.
The devil landed in an abandoned open courtyard, stumbling slightly on the cobblestone floor as he turned to meet his pursuer. His breath was ragged from exhaustion. From the rooftop jumped the hunter to land not twenty feet away. He brushed off his red coat as he got to his feet and cocked his head to the side. "Well you're not much fun, are you now?" While the hunter's tone was humorous, his silver eyes were hard. "No where to go anymore. You've just run out of luck." The hunter pulled out a dark black handgun and pointed it as the devil's head.
The devil clenched in fists and closed his eyes in fierce desperation. "I won't go like this…we've hoped too long to go like this…" he whispered. "I won't!" he yelled as he lunged forward and shifted from human to humanoid devil form.
The hunter quirked an eyebrow. "Well it looks like you still got some spunk after all." The hunter fired off a few shots, two of which caught the devil painfully. The devil pressed forward though and the hunter pulled out his sword for the close combat. The devil dodged and attacked when it could, but after a few minutes time was thrown forcefully against the nearby wall. "The game ends now," said the hunter as he raised his sword for the killing thrust.
"NO!" a woman's voice cried out suddenly. The hunter jerked in surprise and took a step back as a young black haired woman ran out from an alley and threw herself on top of the wounded devil, who coalesced back into his human form.
The hunter readied his sword. "You shouldn't be here lady. I doubt you know how dangerous this guy is."
"Shut up!" she yelled as she knelt drew the devil into her arms. "I know exactly what he is. And I love him, just as he loves me. I will NOT allow you to kill him!"
"Please…" the devil said weakly, "Please believe us…we just want to live together in peace, away from the disputes of our races…" His eyes shone with a deep desire for the hunter to find the truth in his words.
The hunter did not make a move to kill, but his eyes remained ice cold. "He is still a devil, with his crimes to pay for. Nothing will change that."
As the hunter's grip tightened on the sword, the woman looked up at him with tear filled eyes of accusations. "How can you say that? You of all people! What about your parents!? Didn't their love work? Why should ours be any different?!"
The hunter looked suddenly like he'd been punched in the gut. He lowered the sword slowly, an unrecognizable look on his face. After a silent moment for the three, he turned his back and hung his sword up on his back. "…Good luck…to you both then…" As both devil and woman's looks changed from disbelief to joy, the hunter added, "If I hear anything about this in the future, however, there will be no second chances." With that Dante Sparda walked off into the shadows to leave an unlikely, if happy, couple to plan their future.
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Well, that's that! I don't write that sort of thing often (serious/romance/whatever), so tell me what you think! I promise to get the next real chapter up soon.