Unwelcome Guest
It was a quiet enough Saturday afternoon. Vergil was kicking a ball about in the garden, Sparda was occupied upstairs and Dante was in the kitchen with his mother, attempting to get his hands on the biscuit barrel that he was being denied.
"If I let you have biscuits you won't eat your dinner." Eva told him.
"Yeah I will." Dante argued. "I promise I will. Please?"
"For the last time, no. Don't make me repeat myself young man."
He sighed lazily but otherwise had nothing to say.
"Dinner won't be long." She reassured him.
"But I'm hungry now."
"You can tell me that all you want but I'm still going to make you wait."
"Meanie."
"Yes." she agreed with a smile.
He returned the expression.
And it was at that moment that the Pride demon erupted out of a red rift portal and into the kitchen, swinging it's scythe down in an attempt to cleave the mother and child in two.
With a split second left to spare Eva scooped up Dante and dived out of the way. She then pushed him towards the door. "Go and get your father! Hurry! Go!"
Dante did as he was told, sprinting for the stairs while Eva scrambled to her feet and grabbed the closest thing she could to use as a weapon to hold the demon back for as long as she could.
(Though Sparda did indeed close the door to the demon world, there were a handful who were on the earthly side when it shut and became stuck in the realm of humans. They hid away and popped out every so often to terrorise mortals. There were, also those demons called forth by rituals performed by daft Satanists who really don't know what they're getting into…as well as the lesser demons who managed to squeeze around the edges.)
"Dad, dad, dad! There'sademoninthekitchenyougottacomequick!" Dante hollered, all in one breath, as he pelted up the stairs. He knocked as heavily as he could on the door that his father was behind.
From downstairs the sound of crashing and smashing could be heard, punctuated by the odd sound only describable as a hollow 'donk'.
Sparda threw open the door, dashed into the bedroom and snatched up a sword from its cradle on the wall among a collection of other weaponry. Now armed, he stormed down to the kitchen in time to see his human wife whack the demon around the face with a frying pan, producing another resounding 'donk'. (Ah, Tefal; long lasting and deadly. Isn't the cliché just too much to bear?) She would have preferred a knife but unfortunately the demon was between them and her.
"I'll take it from here." Sparda announced as he hefted his sword and dropped into a fighter's crouch. The stance and its general impression on the demonic foe would have been a lot better if it were not for Sparda's sopping wet hair plastered around his face and the fact he was wearing nothing more than a fluffy white towel to preserve his modesty.
The fight was short and particularly bloody, after which he stormed away again in a huff. He hated having his bath interrupted.
End
Author's Note – Sorry this one is so short...and it could have gone better I suppose. Ah well, stuff it. It had to happen; the image was too much to leave floating in the back of my head. Just 'coz he can't swim, it doesn't mean he can't enjoy a nice soak. Never disturb a legendary demon when he's relaxing.
Hey people, help an author out; Sparda would have to get some kind of official ID…so what would he put his name as? What would be the family's surname? I know some people have put Dante down as 'Dante Sparda' but I can't call his dad 'Sparda Sparda' now can I?(Ri2, if he's gonna get a job, the man's gonna need a name)
Again; huge thanks for all the wonderful reviews! You make me so happy! It's great to see that people are enjoying my moments of insanity. Hope to see you all soon for the next one. Bye for now!
