AN: Dedicated to CD-lover, a great reviewer with great character.
Celia Davidson felt neglected.
Her stupid warlock husband was off dancing with some slutty little sorceress and she was expected to entertain his apprentice who had spent the entire evening peering down her dress and paying no real attention to her.
She pouted as she stared at her reflection in her wine glass I just want to have some fun… If he gets to get drunk and go off with people then I will do the same.
She smiled elegantly at the apprentice, Daniel something-or-other "Please excuse me for a moment, I have to use the ladies room." She said getting up from the ornate table.
Daniel never stopped looking at her breasts and she could have sworn she saw him drool as they bounced slightly in the clingy dress she wore.
Celia repressed a shiver of disgust.
She began looking around for a suitable one-night stand and was disappointed that all the attractive men (though it was difficult to tell with the masks) were spoken for.
All the others were… Less than appealing.
I need a real man. Someone who is handsome. Someone who is strong. Someone like…
Celia bumped into someone and immediately began apologising "Oh, I'm sorry, I wasn't looking where…"
She stared at his clear skin, white-blonde hair and the muscles that all put bulged through his tight crimson shirt.
Someone like HIM!
"Oh, that's okay." Said Dante offhandedly. He was actually deeply concerned about finding Lady who had taken off somewhere, acting like a hyper schoolgirl.
Where the fuck is she? He groaned inwardly.
Celia grabbed his arm to prevent him from leaving. Ok, so she was being really forward, but she wasn't letting this one get away "Would you care to dance?" She asked in a sultry tone, flashing her killer 100-WATT smile, almost completely guaranteed to knock any hot-blooded man off his feet.
Except this man it seemed. He was far too distracted; he hadn't even glanced at this woman's breasts, a new high… Or low. It all depends on how one looks at it.
Dante almost said no, he even had the 'n' sound of 'No thank you' out before he realised it would be a covert way to track down Lady.
So once around the ball room it would be then. Only that.
Except Celia had other ideas…
"Oh, that would be nice." Dante said, taking the woman's gloved hand and leading her to the dance floor.
"My name is Celia Davidson, what's yours?" She asked in a purr.
Dante would have to be a complete idiot not to notice her tone now and gulped slightly. Getting away from her might prove difficult.
"Erm, Alexander." He replied, saying the first name that came into his head, causing the real Alexander, who was still watching through his spirit mirror to slap his own head and reach for some Tylenol.
"Oh? Alexander… What?" Celia said, pressing her hands against Dante's chest and feeling the muscles beneath the shirt.
Yikes! She means business… Damn, under any other circumstances… Said Dante's naughty half.
"Alexander…' Vergil? No, first name. Sparda? Too famous. Arkham? Two infamous.
Dante gulped "Alexander Nevan." He said and winced, thinking that if the succubus knew, she would probably kiss the life out of him.
Literally.
Celia wasn't an idiot, far from it. She knew he had struggled to come up with that name. Either he was lying or he was drunk.
Ever the optimist, Celia went with the later.
"Nevan, huh? Pretty. Sounds a bit like a girl's name." Dante mentally slapped himself.
"Err, yeah. Does, doesn't it?" He said, looking around for Lady.
Celia didn't like being ignored; she had been ignored the whole evening and she wasn't going to stand for this new guy doing it too.
She'd give him one last shove in the right direction and if that didn't do it, she'd shove him in the wrong direction… Down the nearest flight of stairs.
Taking Dante's face in her hands, she looked deeply into his surprised blue eyes "I feel the energy between us is just too strong to resist." She said, moving in for a kiss.
She almost got one too, but Lady decided to intervene.
"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE, SISTER!" She yelled over the music, causing Celia to move back from Dante. Lady pushed her way through the dancers and jumped onto Dante's back.
"Ya may be pwetty, an ya may be some fancy kinda sorceress, but I DON'T like you!" Lady said, hugging Dante's neck, making him choke.
"Who the hell are you?" Celia demanded, shocked.
Lady narrowed her eyes "Dun matter who I am, but this here is MY half-demon! I found him! He's… He's… He's mine." Lady dropped unconscious, still hanging on to Dante's neck. He groaned, smelling the alcohol on her.
Celia looked shocked then angry "HALF demon is it? Then I would wager you are that blasted son of Sparda! You've killed far too many of our servant demons over the years!' Dante gulped as Celia summoned a handful of blue flames and grinned wickedly "And they are very difficult to train." She said, taking a step forward.
By this time, the rest of the warlocks and sorceresses had caught on, summoning to their hands multi-coloured flames. They started advancing on the unfortunate Dante and his unconscious burden.
Celia tossed the flame ball up into the air and caught it again "You may be pwetty, and you may be some kind of fancy half-demon…' She said mocking Lady's tone.
Everyone prepared to throw their fire balls "… But we don't like you."
Dante gulped.
Lady… At the moment, I don't think I like you either.
There… Appeasement, CD-lover, you can put down the machine gun now… Please?