Authors Note: Merry Christmas Hannukah whatever you celebrate! Well, belated it is I guess. But I've been feeling rather ambitious lately, and if I hadn't left my sketchbook at school I would be busily working on my comic pages. Sadly, I have left it at school and can only upload Possession ;o; But, I'll upload four pages of that. And five on every comic this coming Wednesday, since it is my birthday, and its my gift to my comic readers.
And now for the readers of this story. I'm going to be ending it soon, and there will be one last plot twist. It'll end in about two Chapters which I fuckin' HOPE HOPE HOPE! To get done by this February. I'm starting to like writing stories again and my next Fanfics will be about The Pacifier (Seth finds a soulmate, what will people think when they find out it's a GUY! ) and Legend of Dragoon, some Lloyd/Lavitz/Albert crap. Ever notice I always like pairing guys with guys? I might eventually do a girl/girl and possibly a girl/guy one, but I can't see that happening anytime soon.
Disclaimer: Me own nothing here.
Part 2
Chapter 4
His whole body ached, shuddering with the agony he felt with each slow breath. Bruises ran down his bare torso, and even though plenty of them had already healed, he still felt the pain. Maybe it was pain from guilt or memory of what his brother had done to him. Maybe it was simply pain on the inside, even he knew that took longer to heal. His bindings no longer tied, he slowly forced himself to sit up, his ice coloured eyes opening, revealing nothing but a blur of dark colours that he couldn't recognize.
A voice spoke, but he could not distinguish whether it was masculine or feminine, he could not even tell what it had said or if it was humans, but it appeared to be coming from a tall, blue and white blur. He stared at the blur, trying his hardest to focus, but to no avail. He let his eyes closed, why did he hurt so much? He was supposed to be strong, tough, he was a devil after all!
Watching his brother squirm through the darkness brought a great, sadistic pleasure to Virgil. He stared down at his brother and spoke again. "You seem to be confused. Is it you are so fucked up you cannot recognize your own brother?" He asked, still watching Dante's form twist slightly as he desperately crawled over to Virgil. The elder brother just let his head fall back, and he laughed. "Dante, Dante, Dante. You'll never be as strong as I am, you're a pitiful excuse for a demon, even if you are only half of one."
But much to his astonishment, as he turned his gaze back down to his brother, he immediately backed up, for Dante was no longer a tormented young man, dazed and confused, but a large, powerful demon, ebony skin and wings seemingly a shadow on the already dark terrain. The crimson eyes Virgil stared into held lust. A lust for blood, almost screaming sadism as a large claw extended forth and roughly jerked down, cutting Virgil nearly in half. The elder brother, being the demon he was, ignored that and allowed it to heal, but there was still a scar left, which he found odd.
For some strange reason Virgil thought that this demon may have actually been to powerful for him to handle. Either that, or it was his own ego telling him "You've already fucked him. Come back later when he's easy to get again". It was most likely the latter. Virgil fled from the building while the demon form of his brother was preoccupied with the fact that there was blood and semen all over the walls and floor. Actually, the demon was studying the walls and floor looking rather stupid.
Virgil hopped down to ground level, walking down one of the dingy alleys. He swore, next time lust would not overtake him, and he would destroy Dante, or be destroyed.
Short chapter, yes. BUT THE NEXT ONE WILL Be uber long because I have officially decided it will be the last of this story. Now I must go meet my sister on MUOnline.