Luc de'Lireon: All of you are lucky that most of this chapter was the Cerberus battle, cause if not you wouldn't� have even gotten to READ the battle since i didn't get ANY NEW reviews from anyone. so consider this as a warning when the boss battles come up. When I ask for reviews in the chapters that come right before such battles, that means either review or no battle scene. You won't stop me from finishing this fic by not reviewing, oh not by a long shot. That will only happen when i have writers block or lose interest, and since the second one won't happen, you're all gonna see a WHOLE lot more of this story. So...i'd think about adding a review when i ask it to prevent me from making this as boring as i can make it. Now with that said, The disclaimer.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything of Devil May Cry...just my own stuff i throw into it. NOW THE STORY!�
Welcome All!
"You'll regret this you worm!" It yelled, now fully pissed.
Preparing for the fight, doing a few punches in the air he muttered "It's Showtime. Come on!" All while Yvette took this time to mentally curse ever meeting this sadistic bastard.
Yvette was freaking out big time, "My god, Dante…of all the lousy shit you could have pulled you decide to piss off something so huge it could eat me in one fucking gulp! Smaller demons I can handle…but this is just suicide!" Doing her best to stay out of harms way, dodging paw-swipe after jaw snap, she called out to the main offender of her thoughts, "Dude! If we live through this I'll kill you!" all with trying to dive out of the way of an ice blast, and just barely coming close to being a frozen chick-sickle. Dante still in his "Oh yeah…I kick ass" mode, just smirked, as he easily jumped over another swipe of an icy paw.
"Impressive…but how long can you keep this up filthy humans?" One head charging another blast of freezing cold breathe, this one aimed at Dante. Yvette thought she saw an opening, drew her sword and ran to the left flank of beast. She managed to swipe the sword across its leg, but it merely laughed as it barely made a dent in the ice that covered the flesh. Looking up she caught the glimpse of ice chunks falling towards her. Diving to the side she managed to evade the deadly chunks, but right into the path of the beast's thrusting paw, sending her halfway across the room to roll to a stop.
Dante was still just toying with the beast, watching his charge out of the corner of his eye. His smirk faded as he witnessed her tumble, pulling out his prized guns, he unloaded a hail of bullets at the beast, shattering ice from flesh in the process. Seeing this as a useful strategy, he aimed at its legs, knocking more chunks off. The beast was getting wise to his game. "Feeling confident aren't we? Fooling little human!" It now began pulling harder on it's chains, in an effort to break them.
Yvette at this point was slowly rising to her feet, holding her head as she felt disorientation flood her sight. As it all came back into focus, she, as well as Dante bore witness to the beast freeing two chains from the walls, though one remained. "Ohhh this isn't good." Looking over to her partner, and superior to see what he was doing, she noticed him taking huge chunks of ice-like armor from the beasts flesh by means of gunfire. "Oh yeah! Forgot I had these." Taking a note from Dante's example, she grabbed both magnums, pointed them at the beast's head, and pulled the triggers. She paused, after the first couple of clicks. "I'm out of bullets?" She yelled without thinking, causing all attention to focus on her.
The beast chuckled darkly, "You'll be my first meal in years." It lunged in her stunned direction. Dante holstered his weapons and dove to intercept. Yvette couldn't move, she was too scared to; all she could do was stare wide-eyed at this gigantic frozen powerhouse getting ever closer to end her life where she stood. What happened next, was a shock to her system. As the beast got about 6 feet away, Dante ran in front of her, she didn't have time to think as Dante caught the middle head's jaws in both hands, holding the beast back.
So shocked was she, that she stumbles back to land on her butt, staring at Dante as if he grew a second head. The other heads were trying their best to tear him away from the advance, but only coming close to biting it's middle head instead. "Whew! Dog breathe…bad puppy. Looks like I'm going to have to teach you to be kind to visitors." He mocked, not even breaking his hold. "How dare you!" it roared.
"Hey, Yvette…" He called out, breaking her from her trance. "Use my guns for now…try knocking off as much ice as you can from each head, I'll do the rest." He finished; you'd swear that smirk was painted on his face. The beast growled madly, backing off from its advance to ready itself. Yvette began standing up, though very shakily. Handing her the guns, Dante pulled her into a quick hug to calm her nerves. "You'll do fine. Trust me."
"Ohhhhhh my god sick thoughts, naughty thoughts, naaaaaaaughty girl thoughts! Focus damn it! Jeez and here I thought only us guys had these sort of fantasies!" She was then broken out of her mental nose-bleed-inducing thought pattern when the object of such thoughts yelled at her from his on-going fight with the beast, sword and all. Shaking her head to clear such evil thoughts from her mind, she then pointed the weapons back at the heads, and opened fire.
Dante muttered something about crazy females while dodging attacks left and right, sometimes parrying a few. Seeing that one head had been exposed, he jumped in its direction, sword raised. The beast took notice of his flight and made to swipe at him, but Yvette already guessed he'd try that, ceased fire and ran, sword drawn to block the attack. Both swords connected, one halting the attack, the other slicing off the exposed head, clean off. The beast roared in pain and stumbled back, then using it's own icy breath; it froze the wound and numbed the pain to a dull irritation.
Shaking itself, it started to attack more harshly as blind rage took over. Yvette repeated the process a second time, this time with no resistance towards Dante's attack, taking another head. The beast no longer cared about the pain, as it wanted to make these trespassers pay for its injuries. As Yvette took aim for a third attempt, she was too late, as she had to dive from an icy blast of its breath. She wasn't as lucky as before, her leg was hit, freezing it solid in a cast of ice. Tumbling to the ground she dropped both guns as they sailed across the floor a few feet away. The beast's paw collided with her sending her hurtling towards the wall.
"No!" She screamed, before hitting the wall with enough force to knock her out. Dante caught the whole act first hand. He no longer had his smirk; it was now a scowl so fierce it could cause one to have a heart attack. "You…are so going to pay for that. It's time to put you down." Launching from his spot to his prized guns, he ducked a swipe to his head, jumped another at his feet, and rolled grabbing both weapons, stood up, aimed and let loose a barrage of bullets at the remaining head, clearing ice faster than you could think. The beast was even recoiling from the amount of shots being fired.
Dante never even let up, even after all the ice had cleared from its head. After what seemed like minutes of torture, the beast finally leapt back in defeat. It sat there panting fiercely, as it weakly acknowledged being beaten. "You…are not a human, are you?"
Dante holstered his guns, then answered the beast, "Who knows? I'm not even sure myself. In fact, me and her kind of share that same tick, she's just under my tutelage."
The beast looked at the now unconscious female near the wall in realization as it got a good whiff of her scent. Looking back at Dante, "Regardless, you've both proved your strength. I acknowledge your abilities. Take my soul and go forth." It then roared as its body vaporized, leaving an orb of light in its wake. The orb floated towards Dante, as he took it from the air. As the light dimmed, within his hands was a type of nun chuck weapon. He then proceeded to get a feel for it, by going through the motions of practice, before ending with one chuck facing up while the other two were held downward, one tucked under his arm, the last held in his other hand. "Too easy!"
Walking towards Yvette's fallen form, he tucked the new weapon under his coat, then bent down and picked her up and placed her on his shoulders. He was just getting near the door when he heard the roar of a motorcycle getting closer. Turning around he just caught sight of said motorcycle crashing through the wall, falling in his direction, and just as it was edging closer to them, Dante jumped over it, twisting in mid-air catching a glimpse of a woman's face, before they landed. Calling out to her, "Are you going to the party? What's the hurry, didn't you get and invitation?"
This prompted the woman to grab her rocket launcher, point it in their direction and firing a rocket. Acting quickly, Dante leaned back letting Yvette down to the floor for safety, then placed one foot on the rocket, before turning it into his personal mid-air surf board. Flying around the room, while calling out cries of excited glee, he redirected the rocket towards the ceiling before jumping off to land a few feet on the opposite side of the motorcycle he started on that little joyride. "Whew!" He exclaimed as he surveyed the damaged ceiling before turning towards the woman, who was in the process of readjusting her weapon on her back. Dante's smirk left his face as he saw her eyes. They eerily looked similar to the eyes of the man who presented the "invitation" to him at his shop.
The woman revved the engine, before sailing towards him, he never made a move as the bike went into an upward arch sailing past his face and going through the hole in the ceiling. Turning to watch her retreating form, he couldn't help but snort, "This just keeps getting better and better." He then retrieved Yvette once again, and walked through the door, wondering what else lay ahead for the two.
�Outside at the top of the tower, two figures could be seen, one in a black suit with a burn-like scar on the left side of his face, he had no hair, and his eyes were different colors. One was red, while the other was blue.
The other man stood facing out towards the town, eyes closed, his white hair slicked back, his blue trench coat billowing in the wind. His yellow-gloved hands held a samurai sword standing in front of him. His eyes open, piercing blue eyes. "Looks like we have a couple of uninvited guests."
The man in black stopped his reading, "Is that so?"
"A human…a woman, the other is different though…I can feel it." Stated the blue clad man.
The man in black stood from his seat among the statue, "I'm afraid I must ask the uninvited ones to leave." He paused, "That is what you want." He then began to head toward the stairs, "Actually I happened to be acquainted with one of them."
"Arkham!" Called the one in blue, effectively halting this Arkham where he stood. "The human woman is the one to leave…the other…could prove entertaining."
Arkham smirked, and he walked away. "As you wish…Vergil." He only took a few steps before muttering, "A storm is approaching…"
Luc de'Lireon: Well, I was up from like 11 last night, to oh let's see...7:31 AM! From beginning to end! Good thing I don't have to work today, or i'd have been late by now!
Yvette: Hah! You mean you actually have a job!
Luc de'Lireon: ...You know...I do hold the power to make you kiss Dante, french style...don't make me do it...
Yvette: O.O...
Luc de'Lireon: That's what I thought...ANYWAY this is Luc de'Lireon saying "Good write...good night!"...goin to bed... -.-