Devil Can Cry : Chapter Four

I paced in my room after Syaoran introduced me to the trigger heads before excused himself to go and speak with the devil. After the door closed behind him I stormed to my room and paced. Grumbling to my self about idiots and trigger heads ruining my hunt. I finally decided to sit on my bed and take the time to inspect my equipment. My guns were oiled and clean of rust. My bow was needing a new string soon, which I oiled the hinges and the string anyways. I polished my sword last. As I was turning it over to polish the other side a ray of sunlight that shown through the closed curtains flashed against the blessed steel and blinded my eyes in a white haze. My mind went blank as the vision took over.

Pain over took my body. I laid on my back covered in my blood. I tried to push my self up but my body wasn't listening to me. I looked at my surroundings and figured I was in a cave. At least I thought I was in a cave. The room was circular and made of rock. The ground was cold and hard and made my body ache even more. I pushed my self to my side. The movement caused my to cough. Blood spilled out of my mouth as I did so.

A shadow on the far side of the cave caught my attention. A large man standing over six and a half feet tall stood in the corner near a alter holding a girl around her neck over a large sacrificial rune that was etched in to the ground. His pure black eyes regarded me for a moment and he smiled. Razor sharp teeth filled his mouth.

"Will you sacrifice your life to save this human? Your blood sings to do so, sister. What will you choose?"

I was confused by his words. My blood sings? I didn't understand. I was a necromancer. I speak to the dead. Not try and save those in need. He looked at me and his smile grew even more.

"Oh! This is priceless. You do not know, do you? Your bloodline? Your history? You very purpose on this sad little plain of reality? Oh, I shall enjoy the look on your face when my plan succeeds and the truth hits you. I shall see you fall."

The vision flashed to another scene, playing another part of the puzzle I was to figure out.

I raced towards the man and the girl as he slashed her with a dagger from neck to torso. Blood and entrails fell to the ground. The rune started to wiggle and glow a deep red. The man before me started to laugh. In a instant I was next to him swinging my sword toward him. He dropped the girl's body on the rune and it disappeared along with the rune.

"It is to late, beloved sister. You were to late to save this pitiful soul. You can not stop my plans. They are already into play. I will succeed. I wish, however to see you in the end. For you will be by my side. Finishing it for me."

With his last words the man disappeared and I stood alone in the cave. Blood pouring out my body like a small river. My mind starting to cloud as I lost more blood. Blackness overtook me as I passed out. A word hit my lips.

"Syoaran..."

When I came to reality from the vision it was dark outside. It seemed that when I got visions time seemed to speed up. I stretched from my sitting position from the bed. I placed my sword in its sheath and walked over the window and pushed open the curtains. Heavy snow fell on the already white landscape. A blizzard seemed to hit while I was in dreamland.

I jumped into my psi vision and checked on the triggerheads in the other rooms. Syaoran wasn't back yet, his golden black aura wasn't present. The four triggerheads seemed to be in their rooms. All fast asleep. I reverted back to normal vision. I paced my room. Something wasn't right. I had to get out of here and do something. Something pulled me to go up the mountain. My blood hummed like pent up energy. I'm about to level this whole town if I don't do something.

FUCK IT. I'm going.

I grabbed my gear and turned toward the window. I switched to my foresight and checked the other tenants and decided to put a sleeping cloak just in case one of them felt me gone. I traced a sleep rune into the air and snapped my fingers. I watched as the rune danced and faded into the wall of the room. There, now every one in the inn will be sleeping. It never crossed my mind on how I can do almost every thing that any one else could do in the world. I could cast spells like a witch, talk to the dead like a necromancer, get premonitions like a foreseer. And if I really wanted to I can change my appearance like those of the were-animal.

I placed my foot on the sill of the window and jumped the four stories down to the ground with a small thud. I looked around for any one seeing me jump out of multiple stories and started off in the alley ways of the buildings heading toward the largest mountain the north.

It was a hard run. The blizzard seemed to drop three feet of snow in the little time it began. The wind slapped my face and ripped at my clothing as I trudged through the snow. My breath became small gasps of breath as the elevation became steeper. Three hours into the trek I placed a warming spell over me to keep me warm. I couldn't take the cold much longer.

I hit the top of the mountain in about six hours. The path I choose to follow circled around and a went up between two jagged rocks on the top of the mountain. A Voice boomed in my mind as I walked in between the rocks. I fell to my knees and grabbed my head as the words boomed in my head.

"So, you finally decided to come to me instead of me having to find you. If you think you can take me , then please. Come in."

A hard wind hit me and turned me to the left where a large opening of a cave stood. I struggled to my knees to move towards it. Curious on who the speaker was in my mind. I slowly made my way to the caves entrance. When I cleared the snow I sat down for a moment and caught my breath. I studied further into the cave using my foresight. Trying to determine what lay further into the depths. I froze. My body seizing up in shock. FUCK ME. What the hell is a demi-god doing in a cave in bum fuck nowhere?

I thought hard whether I should just run or let the curiosity get the better of me. Hell, like I always say, Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back. I stood up and started to inch my way to the back of the cave switching back and forth from foresight and normal vision. I walked a couple of hundred feet in darkness until the cave opened up into a large room. A dark feeling started to overcome me. My vision seemed to be becoming true. Which started to worry me since how my vision ended.

I stood in the entrance way of the cave and waited. A surge of power began to trickle in the very far end of the room. A large form shuffled in the darkness. It was hunched and waddled with a gait like a gorilla. It finally dawned on me when the figure shuffled into the light.

It seemed like a I was to have a conversation of the God, Ashull. Keeper of the Knife of Bone. It was said the Knife of Bone was a weapon that could kill any one and any thing. Allowing the bearer to hold tremendous power from the foes it slays. Which the last known location of the knife was long lost. Back thousands of years ago it disappeared after the demon angel war before man kind came into the picture. Which I'm kinda confused Why would the Keeper of the Knife of Bone be doing here in a cave? More questions seemed to be arising more then being answered.

The demi-god stood and stared at me, peering at me through his black eyes. He tilted his head in thought.

"I assume you are here to battle me for my prize?"

His voice didn't hurt my head and ears as much as they did in my head, which was a great relief for me.

Least of my worries at the moment though.

I raised my eye brow at him in question. I couldn't possibly win in a fight against a god. That surely would not happen . I do, however, want to know where this will go. So I decided to play along for the time being.

"So what if I am? I dont see what I could do with your prize but if you like to fight, I can see if I can set something for you."

I got into a fight stance and drew my sword and prepared for the battle ahead. I wasnt sure the outcome but I was determined to make it back alive.

The gorilla like god smiled and nodded it's head. A very large black sword appeared in his hand.

"Very well."

In a flash he was before me swinging his sword up. I side stepped and lunged to the back. I brought up my own sword and met his blade in a flash of sparks. We clashed for a good moment. Neither of us moving. I slid of foot behind one of his and pushed, making the god loose his balance. He lunged back and stepped to the right and came again with his sword raised in above his head. He swung. I couldn't get back fast enough and the sword caught my on my chest and sliced downward to my stomach. Pain seared over my body I couldn't stop and think about the pain now. I rushed in and started to work my sword faster, it finally struck home and sliced through his side. He howled and lunged.

I stepped back and lost my footing and fell back on my back. The god jumped at the opportunity and slammed his foot into my chest. I coughed. The demi god laughed above me as he held his sword at my throat.

I focused on my sword and started to circle my power around the blade. I kept my eyes on the god above me, but my focus was putting my power into my sword to deal a deadly blow before I was toast. The god watched me, his eyes twinkling in laughter.

"You humans entertain me. You and your pretty wars. I think, however, that I shall be entertained for centuries to come...I think, for your valor, strength and your lack of fear of battling a god. I shall give you a rare gift. I know the path you must follow. I know your history. And I know with you, Even my race will survive in the upcoming war."

What the actual fuck?

The god above me smiled and started to glow blue. He placed his hand on my forehead and said a single word in a language I didn't understand and that hurt my ears. My body burned. I bit my tongue to keep from screaming. Blood filled my mouth as I bit my tongue to keep from screaming. I didnt know how long I was like that. I opened my eyes and saw that the god was gone. I sat up and a heavy object slid off my chest. A voice rang in my head.

"I give you a gift. Some of my powers to help you overcome the hardships you face down the road. You will be stronger and faster then any other living creature...My brothers, sisters and I were born way before you humans. We like the world we live in. We don't want it destroyed by a greater creature angry at the world.. we appreciate life. We do not want it destroyed. So please, take my gifts and use it against evil...You are our last hope."

I laid on the cold ground for what seemed like hours. Probably just a few minutes. I have no clue. My body ached to much to care. I was exhausted and the wound I received was pretty bad and I lost a lot of blood. . I reached down and grabbed my sword. I had to do a double take because I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. In my hand was my sword. But then again, it wasn't my sword. Instead of the beautiful, metal grip It was curved bone that was twisted like a horn of a mythical creature. A unicorn horn. Large black diamonds were sealed vertically up the horn and the guard seemed to be made of the same type of bone as the grip. The blade was made out of pure black diamonds.

You would think the sword would be very weak but I'm sure the demi-god didn't give me something that could easily break. I sheathed the sword and started to make my way to the cave's entrance. The blizzard stopped, thankfully. It did leave, however four to five feet of snow. Which would leave a very hard walk back.

No wonder why he let me win...I'm going to die any ways..

I rested my back against the wall of the cave and slid down to the ground. The Exhaustion started to finally catch up with me. My mind started to get hazy and my eyes started to get harder to keep open. After a while of fighting off the sleep. I gave in and fell into blackness.

Warmth circled my body. I laid comfortably in a bed. I slowly started to come to and noticed the whispers that were in the room. I kept still and focused my energies and figured who was in the room.

Syaoran sat next to my bed while his trigger heads stood in the room closer to the door.

"My Lord, What will be our next move? If Hadraniel Jophiel finds out what happened and what she carries he will come for her and kill her. Or worse turn her into his slave. We must tread carefully."

Takashi shuffled closer to Syaoran as he spoke. Fear and worry was filling in his voice. His aura tingled with anxious energy.

"Be still. We will make our next move soon. But for now, leave us be. I must speak with Sakura alone."

Shuffling and movement filled the room as the triggerheads exited the room. The door closed softly behind them. Silence filled the room. Only my breathing could be heard.

"You could stop pretending you're a sleep, Sakura."

I sighed and raised up in bed and stretched. I looked around and noticed that I was back in my room in the Inn. Syaoran still sat in the chair next to my bed. A look of anger on his face and he peered at me.

"Do you realize how worried I was when I returned from speaking with my lord to find my agents under a spell of sleep? And not just any spell, a very powerful spell at best? And you gone? I didn't know you could cast spells. I wasn't aware that you had the ability to do so like a witch. And now I'm left wondering what made you go up the mountain in a blizzard and battle a God on your own? "

I shrugged and stayed quiet. Nothing I would have said would have made him happy. I started at him in his eyes and let him wonder what was going through my head. So many feelings were swirling around that I didn't know what to do.

"I'm sure you had your reasons. As your familiar, I beg you don't do that again. I live if you live. You die I wont be able to live. I am very impressed you survived the god. "

Syaoran stood up and placed my sword next to me on my bed.

"Don't loose that sword. I guess I should have saw it coming into play in the game of cats and mice. It is only fitting that you would carry it. The sword was handed down by angels to in The Many Year War between demons and angels. Angels carried the sword to smite down demons and their brethren...A witch foresaw a prophecy of a archangel who would fall and declare war against demons, humans and angels alike. The witch even foresaw a warrior strong enough to defeat the archangel. I remember the words exactly. "A warrior will be called to help with the terror of the fallen angel. A warrior of many a blood. Strongest of the line. Be aware. The warrior will also be your doom, Righthand.."

Syaoran stood staring at me with thoughtful eyes. He stepped closer and pushed some hair out of my face.

"You know, I never believed the crazy old witch. Until now. Sakura, Once you are on your feet I would ask something of you. It is very important. I feel that I must do whatever I can to keep you alive and protect you. It confuses me. Please, though. Hear me when you are ready to hear it. Ill leave you to get some rest and have food brought to you. I must plan for the next step."

Syaoran bent down and placed a light kiss on my forehead. He turned and walked towards the door and opened it. Before he stepped through he looked back at me and the sword.

"It was made for angels to carry many years ago...It is only fitting that an angel carries it once more."

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