Chapter 5: oddly calm

(So many typos so little time.) Might have thought I was dead, well I was cause well my final year of schooling sorry. I had this chap half finished and started again when I started holidays again. I might only write during holiday breaks. Been so long since I've read this story that I barely remember it, I think my style may have improved some while I was at school yay.

If anyone noticed a pattern it's abusing things I love and that for me that is devil may cry so yes I am a Nero abuser and proud.

Nero dusted himself off; really he should have stayed home. But he didn't and that's what caused him so much strife, he took a moment to imagine himself verbally abusing Dante as they tread down the corridors.

Dante kicked open the door that ended the passage, Nero could never understand what he had against doors or his odd obsession to kick them down.

The intricately patterned door fell to the ground, ages of work carving wasted; dust filled the air indicating that the passage was used very rarely.

Dante took the lead a broad smile plastered across his face, typical whenever Dante began to act like this there was little to do to make him stop, he was an adrenaline junkie.

The monotonous sound returned to bombard the devil hunters, being so close to the vicinity of its source meant that it was far more powerful.

Nero slunk to hiss knees; his legs gave way below him as he barely held onto consciousness his lips parted and his coarse scream joined the monotonous humming.

Dante rubbed his temples entering devil trigger in order to relieve himself of the pain.

Nero noting that it made things easier copied what Dante did and entered his own devil trigger, he felt slightly better and ceased screaming. He would mentally slap himself for not thinking of it sooner. The sound ended soon and the two were greeted by another set of beasts.

"Oh… freaking great." Nero rolled his eyes getting back to his feet and withdrawing Alastor, may as well make good use of a weapon that will have to be returned in the end.

Dante charged forward at the large balloon like beasts, using rebellion to propel them in the air before he began to shoot them with ebony and ivory, they kept the beast in mid air long enough for him to finish them with the hand guns. However more simply appeared filling in the spot of its fallen brethren.

An electric slice of Alastor made short work of the gurgling beasts, sending blue volts of electricity charging through the crinkled and charred remains, a smell that could be described as off barbecue filled he air as Nero wrinkled his nose in disgust.

Dante sliced though the beasts quickly making his way though the corridor towards the door, boot met what supposedly could be described as head, or perhaps not since it was just a ball with 4 long and slender legs and sharp jagged teeth.

Dante had to be careful because his stepping stones had a nifty ability where their jaws would open them just a moment after you jumped on them, propelling oneself into the air was the only possible solution to avoid becoming peg-leg-the-pirate.

Dante pulled acrobatic leaps and twists that might have made Nero who was considerably younger look like he had the reflexes of a dead cat, plus they appeared very stylish.

"STYLISH!" Dante said striking a pose as his boots came in contact with the ground; he was already at the end of the hall.

Nero was feeling rather ill only having made it halfway though the mass of beasts, not even his devil trigger was able to replenish strength fast enough, after killing beast after beast he made his way safely to the end of the hall, his limbs feeling heavy and feeling oddly calm about it.

Dante kicked down the door yet again, opening a new sight to behold, a large creature appearing to take the span of the hall, even forcing holes into the walls to create space.

Orifices decorated the creature or lacerations, it was difficult to tell, large lanky limbs held up an impossibly large body, from afar there appeared to be something protruding from the top of the beast but it was difficult to view.

It twisted around itself, and beasts seemed to come from the orifices biting and clawing their way out, the larger beast emitted a sound, an apparent reaction to the newly formed wounds that continued to appear. Both men cringed at the sound.

So that was the wave it was the origin.

"whoo… It looks like we hit the jackpot!" Dante grinned looking forward to the battle ahead.

All Nero could say was "Fuck."

The end it's short because it's late at night. And suspense. Mostly suspense.

Ah…who am I kidding…I am lazy and I'd probably play DDR anyways.. or DMC with the dance mat (I suck at it anyways)

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