Author's Note:
Well I am finally putting up a new chapter…yay me. Not really *sigh* I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to update this story, and thank you all for all the favorites and follows. You've all kept me going and made me want to finish this story. I have made a promise to myself that I will indeed finish it too. Now enough of my rambling, on with this show already.
Disclaimer:
You really think I would be living with my parents right now if I owned Devil May Cry?
~*Chapter 13: I Cry Wolf *~
To say that babysitting a homicidal werewolf was the last thing Lady wanted to do, was the world's most sever understatement of all time. Still, she knew Dante wouldn't have dared ask if he wasn't absolutely desperate, and she wasn't heartless enough to say no. A weakness she was definitely kicking herself in the ass for right now. Shaking her head slightly Lady pulled a hard left into the cramped alley that led to Devil May Cry. Pulling up just short of the crumbling stone steps, Lady killed the engine on her bike and removed her helmet. Re-adjusting Kalina Ann on her shoulder she reached down and pulled out a shiny silver .45 Colt Revolver from a holster on her leg. Flipping open the barrel she carefully placed one large shining silver bullet into one of the chambers, and after spinning it to the proper location she placed the gun back into it's holster and leaned forward on her bike. After the last two times she could not afford to take chances, especially since Dante wasn't here to play hero. Speak of the devil, he sure had fucked shit up this time, she just hoped that when the time came, both of them would have the nerve to do what needed to be done. She never admitted it to anyone, but the little punk ass had grown on her. She wished Trish was there with her. While she wouldn't have called Trish heartless, the demonness was somewhat of an expert at…cleaning up messes.
"Well no use wishing on useless stars now." Lady sighed as she stood from her bike and walked up the stairs. Pausing at the double doors Lady stilled before a smile that would have even put the devil himself on edge graced her features.
"Geronimo."
She turned the knob and took her first fatal step.
~*I Cry Wolf*~
Dante slid to a stop at the edge of the dense forest that laid outside of Capulet's sprawling arms. His bike groaned in protest, and if the intense heat radiating against his legs was anything to go by, he'd be lucky if the overheated machine would get him home. Growling slightly in frustration Dante stood, and resisting the urge to kick said machine, turned towards the trees and started walking. After a few hundred feet he came to a clearing were the ground was so scorched nothing would ever grow there again. Slowly he began pacing the perimeter first clockwise, then counterclockwise before coming to a stop in the exact spot where he had started. Quickly he pulled off his left glove, and grabbing Rebellion from his back he brought the blade across his palm and sliced down to the bone. Barely registering the pain he quickly followed the same path as before but this time, making sure his blood created an unbroken circle as he did so. Once completed he walked to the center of the circle and pulling up his sleeve, he took Rebellion and sliced from his palm all the way up past his elbow only allowing a small hiss through his clenched teeth in acknowledgement to his pain. Stepping back from the now impressive puddle of blood, he counted to 60 in his head before he began to speak.
"I am Dante son of Sparda, and I am calling to the one who owes my blood a huge fucking debt."
Staring at the puddle of blood, he almost began to lose his patients when suddenly a red light burst forth and the fires of hell sprang up from the outer circle. Slowly a shadowed figure bound in heavy chains rose from the puddle before coming to a stop.
"Took you long enough Damiano, and don't tell me you were fucking busy," Dante growled out as he began approaching the figure.
"I owed a debt to your father Sparda not to the likes of his human spawned filth," Damiano replied with a hiss as he opened red eyes to stare disgustedly in Dante's direction. Dante's hand was around his throat faster than he could blink.
"You owed him a blood debt, and as long as his blood lives, you will honor it!" Dante roared nearly on the verge of triggering. Releasing his grip he was quick to replace it with the edge of Rebellion's blade.
"So, the stories are true then. The youngest son of Sparda is every bit the traitor he was…even to his own blood." Damiano hissed as he gasped for shallow breathes.
"One more word and you'll be staring at your own ass from the ground," Dante ground out as red electricity began to dance across his form. His devil was raging to come out, to kill the disgustingly worthless thing in front of him.
"You won't kill me, you need me to much. You summoned me here for a reason, and since you have never done so before it must be very, very, important to you," Damiano hissed with mild amusement and a hint of scorn.
Dante flashed his fangs and tightened his grip on Rebellion willing himself to stay in control.
"I need to know how to lift a werewolf curse," he ground out between his fangs.
At first there was only silence, then a raspy hallow sound began to fill the clearing growing in volume until it was all around, and suddenly Dante realized that Damiano was laughing at him. Roaring in rage, his eyes bled red as he swung Rebellion and sliced deep into Damiano's leg. The laughter ceased instantly to be replaced by a blood curdling scream. Dante was on him before he could fall and jerked him up by his throat until he was eye level.
"Answer me or I'll tear the whole damn thing from your fucking body! How do I lift the fucking curse!" Dante roared as he held Damiano's face close enough to his own to smell his putrid breath.
"You can't, no one can, it's impossible!" Damiano screamed as he struggled in pain and sheer terror.
"You're lying!" Dante roared as he brought Rebellion down again this time on Damiano's arm. Damiano screamed again before sub coming to pitiful whimpers.
"No I'm not honest! You can't lift the curse, it's never been done before," Dante growled in frustration before dropping the chained demon in a heap on the floor. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a small devil star and threw it at the half dead mess before him. Damiano wasted no time in grabbing it and slurping it down in a way that made Dante snort in disgust. Once Damiano seemed to be in a clearer state Dante approached him again.
"Has there ever been a demon that was cursed by a werewolf?" he asked coldly as he took a small pleasure watching Damiano flinch at the sound of his voice again.
"No, not that has ever been known or recorded at least," Damiano replied shakily. He watched with wary eyes as Dante paced the ground in front of him. Finally he stopped and turned to face him again.
"What about half breeds, have you ever heard of any of them being cursed," Dante asked beginning to get desperate.
"No. The only half breeds known are you and the dark one born of Sparda, and the young one from the island," Damiano stated carefully. He watched as the youngest son of Sparda bared his fangs again and nearly roared in frustration.
"Then why has he retained his own mind after being cursed!?"
"Who are you talking about," Damiano questioned. He was seriously beginning to doubt the sanity of this son of Sparda.
"Ne…the young one, from the island. He was cursed three days ago yet he still has his own mind, but the wolf is getting stronger. I don't know how much time he has left," Dante stated as he tried to keep his emotions in check. However Damiano could smell it.
"Oh ho…it appears you really will be the last of the Sparta blood line. How fitting that the line should not die do to simple death, but instead due to the son choosing to mate with a male. Oh how very fitting indeed, your daddy would have been so proud," Damiano all but laughed, until he once again found himself in the grip of his debtor and once again, at his mercy.
"You have exactly five seconds to answer my question. How has he retained his own mind," Dante hissed, closing his hand tighter and tighter with each word before dropping Damiano into a heap again.
"I don't know! It's possible that his inner devil is fighting to try and keep the wolf from taking over, however it is a losing battle! I'm surprised that he's even lasted three days! You are truly playing with a fate worse than death son of Sparda. When he turns, and he will, there will be nothing that can stop him. Not even you. He will devour and destroy anything is his path, driven by pure madness and bloodlust," Damiano rasped out as he struggled to stand once again.
"I've already seen his wolf side in action and I was able to subdue it," Dante stated as he swung Rebellion to her place on his back.
"Heh, you have seen nothing you fool," Damiano whispered in almost pity.
"I am done with you, this was a waste of time and blood," Dante growled out as he turned on his heel to go, but was stopped when he heard Damiano call out to him.
"When the flesh of demon side is consumed by the wolf, then the curse will be complete and then son of Sparda, you will know true fear and despair."
Dante whirled around to confront the demon but the portal closed with a burst of hell fire, and he was left alone with Damiano's mocking laughter still ringing in the clearing.
~*I Cry Wolf*~
Nero awoke to his head feeling like it was being torn in two. He tried to scream but no sound came out. He began to panic and grasping wildly for his inner devil only to be met with emptiness. Suddenly he heard a sound that sent him into true full panic and made his heart stop cold. It was cruelty, sickness, hysteria, and madness all rolled together. The wolf was laughing at him.
'You won't find him brat. You can't find what I have already destroyed,' it stated before it began laughing once more.
Nero tried to scream, tried to move, to do anything, but it felt like was full of lead. Everything was heavy, and it was starting to become very hard to focus.
'Oh he put up a fight, but in the end I was always going to win.. You shouldn't fight it by the way, you're only making it harder on yourself.'
Suddenly the wolf appeared and Nero watched in disconnected panic as it began to circle him, flashing both rows of teeth in a homicidal smile.
'This is the best part you know…watching you die so to speak. Watching your thoughts, and emotions unravel and fray. Seeing that…delicious look of panic fade to an even better look of blank hopelessness.'
Nero struggled to stay focused, struggled to keep himself together but he knew he was losing.
'Yes, just like that. Beautiful isn't it.'
Nero felt his body sag as he grasped desperately to hold on to something, anything that was himself. Suddenly a simple color flashed before him and he fought to identify it. Again it flashed before him and his fraying mind supplied a simple one word answer.
'Red…' he whispered almost dreamily as he struggled to remember why red was important.
'Red.' he stated again.
'Yes, you've said that already I believe,' the wolf mocked as it continued to circle him.
Nero, closed his eyes tight and willed the frayed bits and pieces to pull together. Red, white, no red, no a man in red…who, who, who. Nero felt the pieces slipping through is fingers, slipping out of range. A man…what man…what was red…was it red?
'Just give up already, I'm growing bored and there is a bitch here that I am just dying to kill.'
Yes, giving up sounded good. It was just too hard, to hard to focus, to hard to breath, to hard to just be. Sleeping sounded so much better, just to close his eyes and sleep…fade…
'That's it, just give in. It will be so much nicer when you do…' the wolf purred as it continued to circle it's failing prey.
Nero managed to somehow lift his head and watch as the wolf entered his very limited field of vision. White…white like snow, like bones…like…ivory. Ebony…no ivory…no…guns, who's guns? Red again…at least he thought it was red, yes red. White too…red and white, ebony and ivory, and Rebel, no…Rebellion. Black…black blood, red strawberries. The images flashed in front of him in blurs of shapes and colors. He wasn't even sure what he was seeing anymore, or if he was really seeing anything at all. With the last of his strength Nero willed the images together, willed his brain to connect the fast fading dots. Red, black, white, blue…wait blue. Yes blue…blue like ice, warm ice…love…Nero sucked in a gasp as his shattered mind formed one last image, and as he released it, a singe word was heard by no one…
'Dante…'
Then he knew no more.
~*To Be Continued*~
Author's Note:
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