Curry chicken- high five::waves Trish x Dante flag:: lol
Darkemogirl-yep no sara and setsuna here! Hugs fellow filipina
destructo888- hugs! Yeah me too lol thanks for the review!!
Eric Draven- yeah they are! Specially the cute, doll looking ones!
Satanic Park of Madness- wow, i've never really thought about that, I just came to realize the significance of Dante's heavy drinking when I read your review, maybe both, how Dante feels like he's lost everyone and then he had Trish, then ends up loosing her ... i'd like to think that .
hmm better at hiding emotions that's hard, I couldn't tell, maybe Dante he's more emotional that Vergil I think, so he has a lot in his hands than his aniki.
Yeah yeah! Vergil should listen to that lol, speaking of LP, I kinda wish I would come across a tribute video of Vergil and Dante with the song My December, I love that song so much, I always remember the twins when I hear it.
She opened her weary eyes, her body was numb from the cold, her trembling became less but her fear was still great. Feeling cold from the marble table on which she lay, she peered through the high ceiling, with a frescoed painting of a huge cross within the majestic background of the clouds. She wandered to herself, if someone like her.. one that is not human, may have a chance on heaven, whether God has plans for her too, just like He has on humans.
In fact she has been trying.. to be human herself, and while she was at it, she came across the word "faith", how she did try to manifest it. The cold chains of the pendant which hung over her neck was the only thing that led her to believe that she was not dead...yet. "No one can harm you in the house of God" she thought, was it applicable for something like her?
Eleria led Dante to the town cathedral, Dante marveled at the Gothic and intricate details of its exteriors. But something was a bit off, looking at the cathedral at night time sent him to the thought that not is all good in a church, it was gloomy and it looks haunted. Of all places what would Trish be doing here?
"kid, if you knew where she was, then why bother me?" Dante asked, walking up to the entrance
"to get your attention of course!" she replied as she ran to the opened gates of black steel, skipping her way through the arched entrance.
Dante studied the statues on the outside, ornamenting the cathedral, there were saints, but one caught his attention, the statue of Saint Michel, his right foot on the fallen Devil, his spear directly on the Devil's face. Dante made a disgruntling sound as he entered.
It was dark and obscure, the stained glass depicting the lives of the saints gave the room a faint glow, much thanks to the dim light of the moon. His eyes wandered around the massive walls, the paintings, the chandeliers, but transfixed itself on the altar, where Eleria was joyfully skipping on the aisles. To his horror he saw her, lying on the altar table, he ran to her, passing through Eleria. His heart started pounding uncontrollably.
He stared at the crucified image of Jesus in the extravagant altar, head bowed down as if looking at Trish's immobile body, like He could feel her pain. "Trish" he called out her name in distress and upon reaching her, he can't help but admire the beauty, the splendor. She stirred and he was relieved, he gazed at her body clothed only in her black nighties, a beautiful contrast against her snow white skin and her platinum blonde hair.
She sat up, agitated, placing her fingers on the bridge of her nose, like she has some severe headache, upon realizing where she was, she gasped, then she turned to Dante. All fears vanquished as she threw her arms around him, he was taken back, but he encircled his strong arms around her, securing her.
"It's okay" he muttered,
"they're gonna get me" she whimpered, "they're gonna get me.." She started shaking again, Dante tried to soothe her by gently rubbing the back of her head
"Let's get her back" Eleria suggested, Dante nodded as he carried Trish, feeling her smooth skin against his, relieved that she was okay, but anxious as to why she was there.
Dante gently laid Trish on the burgundy lounge, the room was warm and cozy, she felt safe. They were back in the shop, Trish sat up, lost in her thoughts, staring in space, Dante took notice of this as he got her a cup of coffee and a blanket. Eleria looked at her happily, kneeling on the floor right beside her.
Dante came back with a mug, a blanket and a black sweater. He handed Trish the mug, it took several seconds before Trish realized what Dante was offering her, with shaking hands, she took the mug, careful not to spill it, timidly sipping its contents. He gently placed the white blanket around her, and laying the black sweater on her lap. Eleria watched closely how Dante tended to Trish, he then sat on the center table, facing Trish, elbows resting on his knees.
"Now.." he began, "What happened to you?"
Trish would like to ask who was the little girl smiling at her, but there were more important matters to tended to. Still, with shaky hands she placed the brown mug on the surface.
"Who's out to get you?" Dante asked, careful not to show any worries to who might have caused Trish to be in such distress.
"Voices.. everywhere.., it chased me" she whimpered, "but I fought it!" she cried, getting hysterical, Dante caught sight of her wrists, both have deep, fresh wounds.
"Who did this to you?" he demanded, holding out her arms in front of her.
"here let me!" Eleria interjected, snatching Trish's hands, resting her little ones on the surface of the wound. Trish was about to ask who the little girl was when Dante glowered at her.
"Who?!" his eyes were piercing and his tone was cold.
"I don't know!" she cried, "I was about to go to bed, then this thing jumped up in front of me and everything happed so fast and the next thing I know was that I bleeding and voices... voices started chasing me everywhere.." Trish pulled her hair up, revealing more cuts and bruises, "I can't see where she was, but she kept on hurting me.. it won't heal" she broke down. "I tried to fight her but it was no use and I have no where else to go.."
"So you went to church?" Dante raised his eyebrow, Trish finally felt the pain easing up on her wrists. Was it so foolish for a demon to go to church, to have this so called faith? To believe in this so called God.
"the hell you care with what I believe in?" she snapped
Dante shook his head, "what I'm trying to say is, you went to church but you didn't come to me?"
Trish gulped, she was being too defensive, "I didn't want to bother you anymore.." she said solemnly.
Dante let out a heavy breath as Eleria let go of Trish's wrists, "so" the little girl began, "the hunt for the fallen has begun"
Dante looked at the little girl suspiciously, Trish examined her wrists, wound less and without any trace of blood or cut or whatsoever.
"Who are you?" Trish asked,
"It's me beloved!" she squeaked, "Eleria!" with hopeful, innocent eyes.
Trish shook her head, she has never come across that little girl with lilac hair and violet eyes.
"I see" Eleria said with a disappointing tone, "You've been in the dark for so long that you cannot remember me anymore"
Trish looked at Dante with a puzzled face, waiting for any answers, Dante shrugged, "explain" his tone was brief and cold.
Eleria sighed as she told them the tale of the beginnings of Alexiel and Lucifiel and what has become of their fate, Trish was all ears, but Dante found no significance, "Whats it got to do with Trish?" he asked, straight to the point.
"Alexiel was to be incarnated in a mortal's body and every incarnation of her should suffer a great deal of pain and agony, both physically and emotionally, that cursed cycle went on and on, until something went wrong" Eleria studied her audience's faces, Trish was very much absorbed while Dante seemed not to care.
"2000 years ago, somebody broke the curse, somebody ended her life with a quick and painless death, this brought about the complication" this phrase caught Dante's attention, "A demon rebelled against his kind and in order for him to seal off the demonic powers he must use his sword and the blood of a pure priestess, that priestess was one of the mortal lives of Alexiel, her last cycle until now, during the process, both Astral ad Demonic powers were sealed in the bowels of hell, her death saved all of humanity, which was not meant to be."
"Sparda..." Trish muttered, "but my beloved Alexiel too, was placed in the confinement of hell where the dark prince got hold of her, Mundus was very cunning, he waited for his powers to come back to its former glory before he thought of a plan" Eleria looked into Trish's eyes with much honesty and sympathy.
"He knew Alexiel's awakening will bring about the destruction of this world and how the angels manage to avoid that by killing off her incarnations through that cursed cycle before my beloved would even wake up, so what he did was he created a body to contain Alexiel, a body that would last, a body just for my beloved so that she can finally awaken" Eleria held Trish's hand, "he created you.."
Trish shook her head, forcing out a laugh, forcing herself not to believe "You got me wrong"
Eleria shot her a look, "You think you were created to be in the likeness of his mother just so to kill him? Would you really think that was your only purpose, knowing that you would eventually fail?"Eleria referred to Dante like he was not there.
"He knew I can't do it" Trish muttered and it was true, Mundus knew it long before he sent Trish off.
"You're his last resort Trish, you're a ticking time bomb every second, every breath you take inch closer to my beloved's awakening and when she does..." Eleria wondered, "It won't be long before her other half would resurface itself and its the end for all of us, she would be more powerful than ever"
Dante bit his lip, he refuse to believe these kinds of stuffs, angels? God? "why is this happening just now?" Dante asked, trying to calm his own temper, "why not last moth? Of maybe next week?" His tone was again, sarcastic.
Eleria stood up and sat beside Trish, "Because you were supposed to be dead by now" she whispered, wide-eyed. "the moment you stepped into the light, countless times you could have died, any under circumstances you were meant to die!" Eleria turned to Dante, "But he kept on saving you, he kept on interfering, so the angels too, have to intervene" she turned back to Trish, "Your death shall be our only salvation"
Trish felt sick, like she was going to throw up, she felt dizzy, everything just came tumbling down in front of her, She always thought that her sole purpose was to kill Dante, and that she was very useless at that. She traveled, fighting off demons, learning how to be human, making use of the life he has given her, thinking to herself that maybe she could do more than to get in trouble or fail a mission. That maybe she could have some use, Most importantly, she went away so that she could stop herself from needing him..
"so what you're trying to say is, angels are after her?" Dante cleared trying to make a sense out of everything Eleria said, he refused to believe it, he just refused. Eleria nodded. "hmm demon and angel slayer" he muttered
"That would be a lovely addition for my rendered services don't you think?" Dante asked cocky and confident as always trying to ease Trish up. Trish didn't respond and continued to contemplate on what she have just heard.
"angels are not that easy to defeat" Eleria warned, "your weapons are of no use against them" she informed, "but they won't do you harm" she assured,
"And Trish?" Dante asked,
"they would kill her with every chance they get" she answered.
"Well that's too bad for them that I'm here huh?" Dante answered back, crossing his arms over his chest.
"this is all my fault" squeaked Eleria, "I should have found you sooner, then you would have never helped that demon, then you would never have to suffer this much"
"are you referring to Alexiel or me?" Trish asked tired, she has heard enough.
"Both... you see, when I came down here and helped Alexiel, I too was punished", she croaked, "Angels were gravely forbidden to descend here on earth until one is tasked to do so, but I have to find you before them! I cannot let you die! so..I too have to live a mortal life and I'm always very little" she explained, "I always die at a very young age, so I'm always little, my body can't cope up with my ability, they made me like this to refrain me from helping Alexiel awaken" she sobbed as she embraced Trish
Trish embraced her back and somehow having Eleria somewhat soothes her, it relaxes her from all the tension.
"I really screwed up this time" Trish muttered under her breath, trying to humor herself
A/N
the fluff is in the next chapter lol, and there would be lovey dovey mushy things after so please bear with this one, I hope you guys understood the story so far, please do ask if something confuses you .