07 LOSS
Dear Diary,
During the period of Nelo and Mund-Face getting ready for the big, LETS GO INTO THE HUMAN WORLD TO TAKE OVER IT plan, Nelo told me to keep quiet.
He wants quiet? I'll give him quiet.
I'll give him the best silent treatment hell's ever given to him. Ever. Cause I'm hell's desire. Bow chika bow wow (no idea what that means.)
So I decided to keep a diary, to watch Nelo and his doings as well as Mundus and their doings. And put in my two cents along the way.
First of all I would like to ask; WHY DOES TAKING OVER THE WORLD TAKE THIS LONG? I mean we have all the demons in the world and it's not like Sparda's alive and I heard his twin sons are DEAD. Sure Nelo does look like Sparda at first but he's not your knight in shining armor exactly.
He's more like a pile of modest metal with a dominatrix outfit and a killer poker face.
Anywho, I learned from a quick peek into the life of a human that diaries are supposed to keep your inmost desires and wishes, along with being a confession box, to keep to yourself.
I confess…I've killed a numerous amount of demons as well as tried to kill Mundus, almost got raped for it. And recently I tried to kill Nelo as well. I almost died, from loss of blood but if Mundus didn't want me, he would've left me to die.
Speaking of Nelo, he says weird things these days. He keeps repeating the world "Gilver" like it's his lover's name. ..I sure hope that Gilver's a girl. I don't do homosexuality, even though Nevan was a whore nanny every night. That's different.
I've also learned that humans write about themselves in diaries. So I'll write about myself.
My name is Drayn. I'm as old as Nelo. Probably older…Maybe younger. I come up to his chest. I have long pale hair and golden skin. Red eyes, like any other normal demon. Nelo has blue eyes. White hair. He looks like Sparda.
I was created by Mundus personally for him to bask in the meek weakness of human emotions everyday. It's my job to act like a human in front of him. Although I have yet to do this thing called crying. Liquid from the eyes. What a horrifying thought.
Mundus created me from the soul of a demon Seer by the name of Tempaé and the blood of a Virgin Mary. I don't know much more about my origin.
I have two weapons. One would be this sword, Yamato, that's said to be the sword from a seed of Sparda. The fool challenged Mundus and failed. I have no idea where he went, but I have a hunch that it's Nelo. Mundus then gave the sword to me, or I stole it from him. It doesn't seem like he wants it back, so it's mine. Mine Mine Mine. It has the words Vergil etched on the back of the handle. Vergil. I haven't showed Nelo it yet.
The other would be my hands. Sure I use it to strangle Mundus sometimes and to slap Nelo's face. But my hands are real weapons. They turn into blades, five blades for each fingers. They're long, black, and ever since I recall being created, I've had them.
Nelo Angelo is my baby-sitter's name. He's big, buff, and rather handsome looking. Then again, most higher demons are pretty good looking, or they were made to be. The Dark World isn't flawed. The Dark world is pure.
So Nelo is this real big guy that calls me Lady Drayn and takes care of me. Or rather watches silently as I play outside with demons, and do my games without a face of disgust or interest. He always has that far-away face, almost blank, but with a hint of loss. A loss of life.
He looks like he's searching for himself. I hope he finds himself.
Drayn
Drayn set her pen down as she looked at the diary with pride. Her own diary. She felt a mixture of pride and ego rise from herself and allowed it to wash over her as Drayn fell back into the black sheets and looked up at the dark misty sky above herself. She felt…accomplished. "I should do this diary writing some more."
"I concur Drayn. You are more quiet when writing then when you are playing your games with the lesser demons." She stood up and looked at Nelo who stood at the door with a maroon outfit on. His red brooch shone as Drayn's face lit up.
"Nelo! You didn't take long today." Drayn bounded over to the taller figure and held his hand dragging him inside. "Would you like to read what I wrote in my diary?"
"You told me earlier before that diaries were meant to be kept to oneself until the owner died." Drayn stopped, thought, then nodded.
"You're right. You can't read it." Nelo did not reply as she pulled him over to the bed and sat down on it. The man stood watching the girl as she flicked her finger over to a drawer. Silently, Nelo complied as Drayn pulled the heavy top over her head. "But Nelo, if no one's going to read it til I die, who is going to understand me while I live?"
Bringing back a silken top Nelo quietly placed it in Drayn's hands looking at her face. "I have no answer."
"Of course you wouldn't know..I bet you've never kept a diary before!" Drayn replied matter-of-factly before pulling the silken gown over her head. "Anywho, why are you here so early?"
"I have a mission to take you to the human world through a recently opened portal to survey a city."
"I don't want to go."
"Drayn.." The she-demon crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow.
"You heard me, find another date…besides. I don't want to go to a ball with a mummy." She snickered while plucking at Nelo's bandages covering his face. Nelo said nothing as he gently plucked the hands away from his face and adjusted his bandages, and replied. "If you let me go by myself I'll agree to go!"
"I am said to wear this."
"What play is Mundus into now geez."
"This is to hide my appearance." Drayn made a small 'psh' noise with her nose before falling backwards into the bed. She then replied quietly but sardonically.
"STD on your face." Nelo's head whipped around, but Drayn had curled herself into a ball under the covers sniggering.
"…What am I to do with you, Drayn."
