*GASP* An update?! Lo and behold 'tis true! I swear I'm going to finish this fic.
As for expanding it or writing a sequel, I don't want the story line to become plotless ramblings just to keep it going (believe me, it could give the chance ^.^*). I do have another DMC fic idea I want to write sometime, and which might correlate to this…but no promises. My next big project after this is a FF7 fic. Maybe I'll start two fics at once again…
Oh, and btw…THANK YOU FOR READING! *gives everyone a skittle* ^__^
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Chapter 15: Disarray and Disaster
Inside his grotesquely lavish tent, Occaus fumed silently from his shadow wrought throne. His eyes narrowed in extreme displeasure as a dark shimmer in the air materialized into the alluring and aloof looking Emena.
"My lady Emena," Occasus said coldly with a tight smile. Emena watched his two manicured hands twine together with an unnerving calm anger. "I was wondering if you would like to explain your behavior a few moments ago concerning Dante Sparda."
Emena held back an admiring smile. Occasus was always the gentleman, even when furious. It was one of the things she liked about him. She shrugged lazily in response. "I got tired of playing with him. Even the best toys do tend to break over time you know." She reclined gracefully onto a red leather couch and cocked her head half-mockingly.
Occasus's expression did not change. "I thought," he said with gentleness that belied his obvious displeasure, "dear lady, that I had expressed my wishes for him to remain intact. Now, thanks to your willful disobedience and stubborn arrogance, Dante almost was lost and Catullus has also awakened."
Emena's eyes flashed and she rose from the couch bristling with indignant anger. "Disobedience!?! Remember that you are talking to one of the Ten, you trash. I am here at my pleasure, not as anyone's lapdog."
Emena did not get the reaction she expected. She knew exactly how powerful and ranked she was and was therefore used to having most of the Underworld scraping at her feet. She was startled then, to have the usually subservient Occasus give her his own lazy smile and get to his feet. "I'm afraid, my dear, dear, dear Emena, that it is rather time instead for you to learn YOUR place. You see, if there's one thing I can't stand…it's insubordination." Before Emena could even snap a reply, Occasus's ear flickered gold before a Staff, similar to Dante's, appeared in his hand. Emena went rigid with shock. Occasus still smiled. "And I'm afraid, you see, that your insubordination had made you no more than……a liability."
Shock was still registering on her face when her body flared into ash in a single silent burst. With a flick of his wrist, Occasus's staff vanished and an earring glinted once again. He walked across the room and prodded the ash pile with his toe. "Captain!" he called aloud suddenly. A moment later a Blood Goat dressed in full armor appeared and bowed. "Clean up this trash," Occasus said gesturing, "then prepare the troops. We have a city to destroy."
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Dante woke up groggily and sat up in bed with the conviction that it was just another average day and he had just another average hangover. "Mmph," he said to himself as he climbed out of bed and wandered, eyes half closed, over to where the bathroom was…or rather should have been. He stared uncomprehendingly at the blank white wall for a few seconds while his brain tried to kick on. As the thought "where the hell am I?" floated up, memories of yesterday crashed back down. "Hell," he muttered, recalling being thrashed by Emena. Next time he'd remember not to take it easy just because she was a woman. He'd been slow to shoot the first time he met Trish and ended up impaled.
But that was then and this was now, he thought with a shake of his head. He wasn't in peak shape, but apparently all his wounds were healed. After pulling his clothes on, he stepped outside into a busy main lobby of an unfamiliar building. He raised an eyebrow at the milling throng of people rushing about, then he snagged a girl from the crowd. "Hey babe, where can I find Preda?" The girl blinked at the word 'babe', but before Dante could ask again a voice called out, "Dante!" He turned to see Preda coming across the lobby through the crowd.
"Hey I'm impressed, you do heal fast," she said. You were in bad shape an hour ago when Catullus brought you back.."
Catullus…Dante had been wondering about that. Last thing he remembered, the dragon had been about twenty feet long.
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Yes I know this is incredibly short and I cut off abruptly, but I was determined to post something and this was as far as I got…More to come soon…except now I'm going out of town for 10 days….
As for expanding it or writing a sequel, I don't want the story line to become plotless ramblings just to keep it going (believe me, it could give the chance ^.^*). I do have another DMC fic idea I want to write sometime, and which might correlate to this…but no promises. My next big project after this is a FF7 fic. Maybe I'll start two fics at once again…
Oh, and btw…THANK YOU FOR READING! *gives everyone a skittle* ^__^
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Chapter 15: Disarray and Disaster
Inside his grotesquely lavish tent, Occaus fumed silently from his shadow wrought throne. His eyes narrowed in extreme displeasure as a dark shimmer in the air materialized into the alluring and aloof looking Emena.
"My lady Emena," Occasus said coldly with a tight smile. Emena watched his two manicured hands twine together with an unnerving calm anger. "I was wondering if you would like to explain your behavior a few moments ago concerning Dante Sparda."
Emena held back an admiring smile. Occasus was always the gentleman, even when furious. It was one of the things she liked about him. She shrugged lazily in response. "I got tired of playing with him. Even the best toys do tend to break over time you know." She reclined gracefully onto a red leather couch and cocked her head half-mockingly.
Occasus's expression did not change. "I thought," he said with gentleness that belied his obvious displeasure, "dear lady, that I had expressed my wishes for him to remain intact. Now, thanks to your willful disobedience and stubborn arrogance, Dante almost was lost and Catullus has also awakened."
Emena's eyes flashed and she rose from the couch bristling with indignant anger. "Disobedience!?! Remember that you are talking to one of the Ten, you trash. I am here at my pleasure, not as anyone's lapdog."
Emena did not get the reaction she expected. She knew exactly how powerful and ranked she was and was therefore used to having most of the Underworld scraping at her feet. She was startled then, to have the usually subservient Occasus give her his own lazy smile and get to his feet. "I'm afraid, my dear, dear, dear Emena, that it is rather time instead for you to learn YOUR place. You see, if there's one thing I can't stand…it's insubordination." Before Emena could even snap a reply, Occasus's ear flickered gold before a Staff, similar to Dante's, appeared in his hand. Emena went rigid with shock. Occasus still smiled. "And I'm afraid, you see, that your insubordination had made you no more than……a liability."
Shock was still registering on her face when her body flared into ash in a single silent burst. With a flick of his wrist, Occasus's staff vanished and an earring glinted once again. He walked across the room and prodded the ash pile with his toe. "Captain!" he called aloud suddenly. A moment later a Blood Goat dressed in full armor appeared and bowed. "Clean up this trash," Occasus said gesturing, "then prepare the troops. We have a city to destroy."
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Dante woke up groggily and sat up in bed with the conviction that it was just another average day and he had just another average hangover. "Mmph," he said to himself as he climbed out of bed and wandered, eyes half closed, over to where the bathroom was…or rather should have been. He stared uncomprehendingly at the blank white wall for a few seconds while his brain tried to kick on. As the thought "where the hell am I?" floated up, memories of yesterday crashed back down. "Hell," he muttered, recalling being thrashed by Emena. Next time he'd remember not to take it easy just because she was a woman. He'd been slow to shoot the first time he met Trish and ended up impaled.
But that was then and this was now, he thought with a shake of his head. He wasn't in peak shape, but apparently all his wounds were healed. After pulling his clothes on, he stepped outside into a busy main lobby of an unfamiliar building. He raised an eyebrow at the milling throng of people rushing about, then he snagged a girl from the crowd. "Hey babe, where can I find Preda?" The girl blinked at the word 'babe', but before Dante could ask again a voice called out, "Dante!" He turned to see Preda coming across the lobby through the crowd.
"Hey I'm impressed, you do heal fast," she said. You were in bad shape an hour ago when Catullus brought you back.."
Catullus…Dante had been wondering about that. Last thing he remembered, the dragon had been about twenty feet long.
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Yes I know this is incredibly short and I cut off abruptly, but I was determined to post something and this was as far as I got…More to come soon…except now I'm going out of town for 10 days….