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Rated; T. Are you still asking why?

This chapter takes away from Dante's story to tell of one that will connect to it soon.

Chapter 1 (part 2)

Demon with Righteous cause

Two millennia ago, a demon rebelled against his own kind to save all that was mortal in the human world. There is a story that even fewer people know about. Nine of the most important biblical figures carried a weapon that was supposedly created by god himself, thee of which are ether not well known, or not known at all. These people where not people at all, but demons. The first, known only by one name, 'The Original', turned against his purpose to save the people, and instead killed them to gain power. The next, was the legendary dark knight 'Sparda', who earned his title as a biblical hero, saved the human race. The identity of the last hero is still unknown. All of these heroes where given a title as a 'Hero of Destiny', who also carried a 'Blade of Destiny'. My story shall soon unfold.

Ever since my girlfriend moved from California to Idaho, I've bean acting kind of weird, like I know a blade is going to impale through my stomach. "Did you hear about all those new gangs and strange creatures running around everywhere lately Chris?" Kayla asked me. "Yah, someone ought to teach them a lesson, those damn bastards. They've killed 17 people already not counting all the people who went missing." I smelled blood and rotting corpses closing in from every direction since the school day had started. 'Now that I'm a high school graduate starting tomorrow, I'm getting a gun for protection.' The bell rang and so did my ears. "Lets go Kayla. I have a really bad feeling." I could feel her starting to get scared. Dead bodies littered the school yard. For some odd reason, I wasn't scared, but instead I was filled with rage. "Come out you cowards! I'll slaughter you all for what you did!" This was totally out of character for me, I never spit fear in the face, but with this rage, I could have struck fear into fear its self. Then a blond, spiky haired, English man, dressed in assassin clothing, came out of nowhere and said, "Well, well, well. Your petty gutsy, aren't you? We'll just have to fix that now, won't we?"

Before I even had time to think, I had pinned him to a tree by his throat, a block from my original position. "Now die you bastar…" His Katana had somehow found its way into my stomach, but I still held my ground. My body, now covered with my own blood, started to glow with a green aura. "Die!" I said in a demonic tone as I shifted my hand from his neck to his head. I had crushed it with the slightest ease. My skin was crawling as I pulled what had impaled me out. Suddenly, my body shifted from a human form, into a gruesome, foul looking demonic form, and back into my human body. I started to fall when Kayla caught me in mid air. "Are you ok?" she said while crying. "Yah, I'm fine. How much of that did you see?" after a brief pause she answered, "Enough to know your not human." I pushed her out of the way when a giant beast like man stomped right where she was sitting. "Damn you," he said "you killed one of my men! You know what the consequences for that is, right devil boy?" I got up, sword in hand and said, "Yah, a chance to kill you, jackass!"

Devil may cry

Dante knows that not every thing Morisson tells him to do is worth it. This was one of those times. "Damn Morisson, never cairs for my life. I hate him…" thank god the phone rang before things got nasty betwean he and himself. "Devil may cry, if your in the nead of a plumer, look somewhere els." A very agetated female answered his dumb coment by saying, "Oh fuck yah! What girl doesn't love a sarcastic man. My name is Sentinel. Is this Dante?" After a brief pause… "Aww! I thought it was more of a smartass comment. Yes, I am Dante. What do you want 'Sentinel'?" Irritated, she told him exactly why. "I just wanted to see someone like me. You know, the half demon thing. Your father was apperently my father's mentor." Dante, with a wierded out expresion on his face said, "Sorry, I don't like demons, including my father, but that is for another reason." She just had to ask, "Why would you not like your father, the 'Legendary Dark Knight' Sparda?" Dante anwered quietly, "He's the reason my mother died…"

Back to me

Several ounces of blood and sweat hit the ground coming from both parties. "You know," I said, "I've never bean very much of a katana kind of guy, but I'll make d…" his giant sword snapped the Japanese blade in half and left a huge gash in my chest. Just as he was about to finish me off, a very bright light blurred his aim, and he missed. When the light faded, I was wielding a very light weight long sword, with a very large and sharp blade. It was so lightly colored, that it was almost white. "Go to hell!" as that was said, like a flash of lightening, I had cut him into fourths. I was, however, wrong in thinking he was dead. A giant, gray skinned, creature with large, sharp fangs and claws, emerged from the lifeless corpse that was now just a pile of skin. He was laughing his ass off. "I've never had to take that suite off. Your something else child. My name is Heru, Japanese for hell. Now meet your doom!!!" In our final clash, only one could stand.

"I don't know what's going to happen, but… Oozora shock-wave!!!" At that moment, a wave of energy came out of my sword, creating ripples in the very fabric of space and time, as well as killing the beast almost instantaneously. I fell on my knees, realizing that I had pushed my limits to far.

For those of you who don't know, Oozora is Japanese for heaven.

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