Devil May Cry: Angelic Vices - Chapter 3
By: Seracen
Disclaimer: Ah, if I owned DMC, I'd never have to work again...oh well, I do own this fic.
Uncommon Terms: nunchaku/nunchucks two bars connected with a chain, you should know this one also; three bars in this case, however.
Crows don't "flock," they "murder." Oh, and lots of synonyms for "flood" and "group," just like last chapter.
"anthropomorphic" human-like
Dante's vision darted across the field of demons in front of him. He shrugged, drawing the nunchaku from across his waist. The blue metal emitted a cold aura as he swung it around his body. The weapon, Cerberus, chilled the air about him, causing Dante's breath to steam. Dante jerked the chains taut, running towards the murder of hellish crows in front of him.
Cerberus was a blur in Dante's deft hands, cutting through the reapers to either side. Dante let himself get worked into a trap purposely, allowing the devils to surround him. He shook his head, they should have learned already that it was hopeless for them.
The reapers shrieked as they drew close to him, Dante losing count of how many. Dante twirled the weapon in his hand about the center of the three chain links. A blue light surged out from him, covering over the devils.
He taunted them, "chew on this you fuckers!"
The resulting explosion destroyed all the remaining reapers, as a torrent of ice froze around them and then shattered the wraiths like glass.
When the steamy mist cleared, Dante looked about him, shrugging his shoulders, "what, is that all? No encore?"
He turned to the three women behind him, nodding, "are you alright?"
Lady shook her head in the affirmative, still breathing heavily, "yes, and you?"
Trish furrowed her eyebrows, ignoring the cuts along her body, focusing on Dante's. She noticed the huge scars still visible along his chest and sides, "you're hurt..."
Dante covered his side by placing his right hand on his hips, replacing the nunchaku in his waist holster.
Lucia sighed heavily, "that was close, we almost-"
She stopped short as she caught sight of something over Dante's shoulders.
Dante didn't have to ask Lucia what she saw, he could tell just by the look in her widened eyes. In one fluid move, the demon hunter drew the sword from his back, thrusting the tip of the blade into the street before him. A clear white shell covered him, as a tide of flying shards rushed towards him like throwing knives. The projectiles, fiery red and freezing blue, shattered against the ghostly shield, which disappeared soon after.
Dante drew his sword from the ground, walking forward purposefully, and leapt into the building crevasses.
He didn't even bother looking the devils in the face, as he darted from building to building, killing the would be snipers in the shadows, clawed demons with scaly silver skins and giant eyes.
Dante grunted out in anger as he ran along the sides of the buildings, slicing the demon archers as he went.
"I...am...beginning...to get...PISSED OFF!!!"
Dante landed at the center of the street once more, screams issuing from the crevices of the buildings as the devil snipers fell to their deaths, breaking like crystal when they hit the ground.
"If anybody else wants to die," shouted Dante, "come out now, because I don't have all day to play with you bastards."
Guttural cries issues forth in response, echoing off the walls of the buildings along the street. A clump of shadows pooled together in the street in front of Dante, slowly rising up to form the shape of a demon hound.
Dante spat, not particularly caring for this. He'd fought these demons, these Shadows, many times before. The hunter sneered as he saw four more of the devils rise from the street.
"That's it?" he mocked, "no more? Oh well, this'll be over soon enough."
Dante slung the sword back over his shoulder, crouching slightly and beckoning the hounds to him, "come on puppies, come and get me."
In unison, the Shadows howled, the pack bounding towards Dante. He smiled a Death's head grin, as the shades leapt into the air around him.
"You guys never learn," he said, black gauntlets appearing in his hands. The fire of Ifrit surrounded him, and he jumped through the air, twisting away from the hounds, letting the fires surrounding his body burn the shadows away from him.
Dante planted his feet on the skull of the hound nearest to him, kicking off it. The demon crashed to the earth, forming a small crater. Dante drew himself together in mid-air, checking his travel.
He flew towards the downed Shadow, the hound turning to face him, its mouth growing wider and wider, soon larger than it's entire body.
As Dante fell towards it, the Shadow snapped its jaws, but the fiery aura surrounding the hunter melted away the shade's attack. Dante continued his flight unhindered, slamming his fist through the beast. His arm traveled through the creature. Dante punched the earth underneath it, as if the Shadow wasn't there, the core at the devil's center shattering. Dante turned, eyes blazing red, as the monster's body melted and pooled about him. The blackness around him was on fire, burning like some sort of demonic oil.
The four remaining Shadow's rose to their hind legs, becoming more anthropomorphic. Their snouts grew longer, as did their front haunches, becoming clawed arms.
"Great, new trick eh?" said Dante, "well, werewolves won't really be much harder than your natural bitch forms."
Dante drew his sword once more, feeling a swell of energy rush through him. Dark armor materialized around him, encasing Dante in stark blackness.
The Shadows drew backwards, wary, as they saw the force of the Legendary Dark Knight emanating from Dante. He cocked his head to the side.
"No," he said, his speech an echo of voices, "you won't get away."
Dante rushed the pack of hounds, slashing at the one furthest from him, killing it before it had time to react. He placed his other hand on the hilt of the blade, forcing it through completely, slicing the dead demon in half. He flipped the sword in his hands, bringing it above his head, as Dante crashed the blade down on another Shadow.
The demon blocked the attack with it's hands, holding the sword, as another hound leapt at Dante from the side. Dante kicked out his right leg, sending the beast careening off to the side. He pushed the hilt of the sword up, the first hound still holding the blade of the weapon in it's hands. He angled the sword downwards, thrusting the tip of the sword through the demon's throat, forcing the blade through its back.
Dante brutally ripped the sword from the creature sideways, tearing out half its side as he did so, the demon falling dead, twitching in its death throes before melting into the shadows. Dante turned to the hound he had kicked away, the beast still getting to it's feet.
He threw his sword at the devil, the blade embedding itself to the hilt in the demon's chest, forcing it backwards, and stapling it against the wall behind it. Dante ran forward, drawing his right fist back, punching forward as he closed the distance between himself and the enemy. He opened the palm as he neared the hilt of the sword, a blast of fire escaping from his hand. It traveled along the length of the blade, the fire spreading through the Shadow. The demon screamed an enraged death cry, legs kicking in futility, as it was devoured by the flames. Dante pulled his sword from the wall, turning to the final Shadow.
He glared coldly at the beast, both combatants regarding each other with eyes burning red. Dante grunted, discarding his dark armor with a gesture, vanishing mist revealing him once more in his black pants. The rain water steamed on his bare skin, the droplets evaporating as they touched his naked chest, back, and arms.
Dante laughed grimly, "come on...or are you scared?"
The demon dropped to all fours, bounding away from the scene of battle. The rain slowly drew to a close, as the Shadow ran, howling, and vanished into the inner city.
Dante blinked up at the night sky, now dark and full of stars, the full moon's silver light casting a pale glow on his skin.
He turned to the three women, walking towards them steadily.
Dante looked each of them in the eyes, unspoken words passing between them.
He sighed, shaking his head, "what a day..."
He continued walking past them, moving towards the front door of Devils Never Cry. Dante passed through the doors, leaving them open.
Lady looked at Trish, then at Lucia, "he's distracted..."
Lucia nodded, "but why?"
Trish walked past them, opening the door wide for them to enter, "he'll tell us when he's ready."
The three women moved into the office building, Lucia closing and locking the door behind them. They took their seats about the poker table, but none of them picked up their cards, each of the women lost in thought.
"Haven't seen him in those black hotpants for a while," said Lady, "brings back memories."
Lucia chuckled slightly, "getting ideas?"
Lady laughed in reply, "nothing you haven't already thought of."
Trish propped her legs up on the table, rocking her chair back and forth, shaking her head, "he must be thinking about Vergil again."
Lady glanced up at Trish upon hearing the name, "you think?"
She nodded, "he must have seen something on that last assignment that reminded him."
Lucia sighed, shaking her head. She unbuttoned the front of her purple vest, grabbing a towel from the table and wiping the sweat from her face, neck, and front.
She threw the towel down, nodding, "well, we'll just have to find out."
Trish rested her face on her hand, "hmm, yes, or otherwise occupy him."
The other two women regarded Trish bemusedly, grinning slightly.
Trish rolled her eyes, "oh come on, you two never stop."
Mary shrugged, "still, I think we should leave him be for now."
Trish nodded, lowering her legs from the table, sitting upright in her chair, picking up the deck of cards, "well, while we're here, ante up ladies..."
Dante was in his bedroom, resting with his back against the headboard of his bed. The lamps were turned off, the only light coming from the pale silver radiance of the moon. He glanced along the wall, staring into nothingness. He slowly noticed the dresser in front of him, eyeing his reflection in the mirror.
Dante laughed, "come on out, I'll even give you a chance."
He drew a coin from his pocket, "alright...heads, I kill you now, tails, I stay still for a while."
He flipped it in the air, the coin flipping end over end, catching the light of the moon, the face on the coin glinting at Dante like a jealous lover. The hunter deftly caught the coin, snatching it from the air. He opened his palm, and nodded.
"Tails," he said, "this is your best chance, you have ten seconds."
A skeletal figure withdrew from the shadows. This one wasn't a reaper, but a demon sent to hell for its lust. The figure was sheathed in red, like a bloody crow, its empty eye sockets regarding Dante.
He could read its fear, "hmph, you've wasted 3 seconds already. I'll make it easy, I'll count to five."
"One..." counted Dante.
The Lust took one cautious step forward.
"Two..." continued Dante.
It gripped its scythe, raising the weapon above its head.
Dante shook his head, as if he didn't care that he was looking death in the eye. But whenever he did so, he never blinked. So why now, thought Dante, should it be any different?
As he opened his lips, another voice issued forth through the room.
"Five..." came a female's voice.
A purple guitar rested on a mount above Dante's bed. Surges of electric light ran up and down its length.
Dante was momentarily blinded by the flash. When he opened his eyes again, someone else was in the room with them. The woman's pale, silvery-blue skin caught the moonlight, reflecting its luster in an alluring way. Long red hair flowed down over the gothic black dress. She looked more suited to a ballroom in her evening gown.
The woman's eyes glowed with an intense red fire. The Lust quivered, as shadow engulfed it, trapping the beast. The woman gestured with her hands, as a flight of bats issued forth from the folds of her clothing, swallowing the Lust whole, the demon screaming as it was cut to pieces under the relentless talons of the shadow creatures.
The pale woman now turned to Dante, hands on her hips, "are you enjoying yourself?"
He sniffed in reply, "were you worried Nevan? Are you tired of this?"
The vampiress drew to Dante's side, caressing his face in her palms, "I promised I'd help you."
She laughed as she rose to her feet, "besides, you ARE a handsome devil."
Nevan opened the door of Dante's bedroom, facing the three women in the doorway.
Lady had been the first to hear the ruckus. Pistols in hand, she had rushed towards the bedroom door. The others hadn't been far behind.
Nevan looked back at Dante, "just a little excitement," she said, "I guess he was feeling lazy."
The four women entered his room.
Lady looked down at Dante, running a hand through her hair.
Dante grinned up at her, "what, a guy can't have fun in his own house?"
She looked back at him and arched her eyebrows, "I'm not one for Russian roulette, I've had enough for one day."
Lady lowered herself to look at Dante in the eye.
He grinned, shrugging slightly. Lady simply closed the distance between them, eagerly bringing her mouth to his. She hungrily kissed him, but forced herself to draw back, placing a finger on his lips.
"Good night," said Lady, turning and walking up the stairs, "and please, don't do anything foolish."
Dante looked at her until Lady had gone, shaking his head. He caught the roguish smile playing across Lucia's lips and winked in reply.
The red haired gypsy laughed and shook her head. She blew him a kiss before traversing the stairs as well, "sweet dreams, son of Sparda."
Dante leaned back against the headboard of his bed once more, crossing his legs. He glanced at the two remaining women in the room.
"Nothing but trouble eh?" quipped Dante.
Trish laughed, "yes...I suppose you are."
She drew up against him, sitting on the bed and resting her head against his bare chest.
"But we don't mind," said Nevan, sitting on the edge of the bed and running her hand along the calve of his leg.
Dante nodded and sighed, looking out the window, staring at the moon. Trish's hair tickled and teased his bare flesh, but he was lost in thought.
She brought his attention back to her with a passionate kiss, and Dante quickly forgot whatever the hell it was that he had been thinking about.
Author's Note: Hmm, well, it took longer than expected, but I'm finally up to the kinky scene. If you have somehow managed to ignore all the various warnings and/or signs I have placed, this is your FINAL NOTICE!!! SEX SEX & SEX NEXT CHAPTER!!! Read the next chapter at your own discretion, and if you have problems with Dante being with this many women, what were you expecting out of a SMUT fic?