"It's not your fault" said Eleria, parting from Trish. "You're just playing your part in this story called life" she said, tidying herself up. Eleria has her way of telling things in such an innocent view point which requires much thinking in order to decipher what she is really talking about.
So I was really meant to screw up and die she thought, Dante watched the little girl closely. he doesn't like the whole idea of people just playing part in a story called life, the hell with all that. After all, He writes his own story and no one is gonna die, specially the one who plays one of the biggest parts in it.
"Well I better go now" she squeaked, kissing Trish by cheeks and skipping towards the door.
"Where are you going?" Trish stood up, it was very dark and letting Eleria out by herself doesn't feel right. Many a times Trish has encountered children and she grew to be very fond of them.
"Dormitory, if I don't hurry they might lock me up" she turned to Trish and smiled, "don't worry I am not gonna die tonight, not yet at least",
Dante frowned. "You go keep each other safe, I'll come back first thing in the morning" and with that she exited the shop, hopping and skipping as she bounced her lilac pigtails away.
Trish stood behind the window to watch her go, and once the little girl was out of sight, she sighed..but not in relief. What will I do now? she thought.
"Trish" Dante's soft voice came from behind her. She felt his hand, warm and gentle on her left shoulder. She doesn't want to turn to him.. again. After all she's done to him before, he still managed to look out for her and saved her. She was broken beyond repair but he mended her piece by piece until she was whole again. And when she can do it by herself, she leaves him... and now she's gonna turn to him again, just as she was... damaged goods.
"Don't get involved" she muttered, Dante shook his head calmly, he then took her by the shoulders and roughly turned her to him, "Look Trish, whatever you're into, I can get you out of, I can take care of it" his eyes were earnest and true, Trish doesn't want to see those eyes, she tried to look away, "Just come back to me Trish" she bit her lip, not like this...I won't come back to you like this
She faced him, her eyes meeting his gaze, "They want me.. just me" and with that, she took him by surprise, wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed him. He was bewildered but willing, he held her waist and countless times he has thought of kissing her like this, But he never thought she'd kiss him first.
Was that kiss a bribe? because there was an edge with the way Trish crushed her lips against his, it bothered him. There was too much tension in every angle, like this was their last kiss, almost as if she's trying to tell him that there is so very little time ahead of them. Indeed, Trish was trying to tell him something.. something painful
And Dante would never have that, he pulled her in as he tried to dominate the kiss. His hand gracefully following the curves of her body from underneath her silken apparel. The smoothness of her skin was way better than the feel of her satin nighties. But put that aside, what Trish felt was not merely passion but something stronger. It was a painful love, a sense of belonging that was too sweet to endure. That kiss would have frightened her, but with him she fears nothing.
Pleasure, desire and tenderness drew them closer, exposing a well of deeper emotions. A ripple of excitement and an endured longing found its fulfillment.
And Dante wanted to hold her, to keep her like this forever. How he wanted to protect her from all harm, to defend her from all evils, and he doesn't care may it be angels or demons. The tender pressure of his lips was overflowing, she was drowning in it.. too much light. He was everything to her. A brother, a friend, a savior, a lover..everything...
She pulled herself from him. Before she gets too carried away. Hands gently pushing his chest, parting from him recklessly, apparently he doesn't heed to what Trish meant with that, instead her gave her a kiss good enough to forget everything that bothered her. She tried to catch her uneven and rapid breaths as Dante gazed at her, his eyes mysterious and alluring.
"This doesn't change anything" she said as she walked across the room.
Dante remained where he was, he leaned his forearm against the wall and continued to stare in space. Trying to recollect what had just happened "Oh I think it has" he replied.
She rubbed her temples in frustration, "Stay out of this" her voice was raising.
"Too late" he grinned, confident and calm.
She feared it most, to have Dante risk his life to save her again, she is so tired of that. In this situation wherein they would be battling forces they have never encountered before, wherein they wanted her in particular, there is just no need to have Dante involved. She would never risk him for that.
"First I was a puppet, now I'm a container" she sighed, "It's getting worst.. whats next?"
"I never saw you that way Trish" he transfixed his eyes on her now. and it was true. The resemblance between Eva and Trish are really very precise but Dante saw all the difference. Their hair for one, both long and blond. But Trish's hair was a shade or two paler than that of his mother's. Their skin, both fair and beautiful, but Eva's were rosier while Trish was paler, almost like the silver moon, like a porcelain doll. Eva's lips were timid and shy while Trish's was teasingly inviting. And last but not least is their eyes, both clear and blue, but Eva's were innocent, almost child-like and full of wonder. While Trish's blues were direct, she can look you straight in the eye, without twitching, with confidence and command. If Eva was a beautiful white kitten, Trish is a marvelous white tigress.
Trish let out a deep breath as she took her black sweater and walked to her room, Dante was left to contemplate, though he doesn't need to. he has decided after all and once he has decided, nothing can change it. He was going to protect her.
Trish's goal was just to keep Dante out, it was a mistake coming here, he has so much ahead of him. While she.. has nothing, she has always thought of herself as useless and to prove herself wrong, she traveled and tried to make a use out of herself, and now this happens, so she'd die for humanity, what would she loose? she has seen the world, she knows what a kiss feels like. It was enough, she's content, she can die now.. it was a good life.
She stepped out of her room, wearing the black sweater which reached up to her thighs under a long gray cotton coat and a pair of white sneakers. she hadn't left that much clothing back in Dante's place. Trish walked through the exit where Dante was just leaning on the wall, "where are you going?" he asked.
"None of your business" she snapped, if she has to make him hate her then she would.
She was about to open the door when Dante held her wrist and pulled her back. "You are my business" he said, eyes looking down at her, trying to win her over.
"Dante, there is nothing you can do if where I wanna be at is different from where you wanna be at" Dante thought if she was referring to the fact that he was still bitter about her leaving before or whether she was referring to their current situation. Nonetheless, her statement applies to both.
He didn't say anything. Trish closed her eyes to calm herself then opened them slowly to meet Dante's deep set eyes, lonely and intelligent. "You better start seeing things as my decision.." Her tone calmer, "I don't need to be saved anymore" she held his face, he closed his eyes. "Let me go.. Dante" she whispered. Dante's grip loosened but he never let go, Trish's hands fell from his face as she gently pulled herself away. She stepped out of the establishment, disappearing in the night and he ...was alone again.
He would never consider sleeping that night. His head was full of thoughts which he tried to evade. Things he doesn't want to think about. He has a bottle of whiskey to keep him company and half a box of pizza. Was it the right thing to do? to let her go again, and what did she mean when she said let go? let go of the wrist or let go of her completely? for hours he stayed up trying to make a sense out of everything. At the same time, trying to recall that moment of blissful pleasure when they had kissed, the lips, the skin.. and the taste, it was better than he has ever imagined .Trish was the only woman who can make him do and think and feel crazy stuffs.
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Trish spent the night on that place where she feels safe aside from Devil May Cry, wherein she can find her own peace. The cathedral, there she sat in the cold, marble floor, in front of the altar, balled up, hugging her knees as she rocked herself to forget all her troubles. Her Luce and Ombra beside her, scattered like a child's crayons.
She tried to question him, to talk to him.. that man on the cross, looking down at her with such tamed eyes, why are these things happening? At the same time, she recited a prayer in her head, He also died for the salvation of many... Would she be like Him? Would she be remembered? She doesn't think so. Her death will be unremembered, it won't be commemorated, her tombstone would be nameless and forgotten...
A bright, golden light filled the room, it slowly descended itself in front of her, Trish drew back as she took hold of her guns and aimed at it. The light was so warm and piercing, almost suffocating. Then it slowly materialized itself into a being so majestic, so otherworldly.
A man with pale skin, long, stylized brown hair, and silver eyes, smiled down at her. He wore an elegant black suit and behind were two, massive, golden wings, he wore a dangling cross earring on his right ear and he has his hands on his pockets. He was inhumanly handsome. His presence was too strong that Trish found it difficult to breath, "Stay back.." she warned.
"I am not your enemy" he said, his voice was lucid, like liquid velvet.
"Who are you?" she demanded, fear evident in her eyes, she has never seen anything so beautiful yet so dangerous. If looks could kill...
"I am Gabriel" he smiled, "And I came to bring you a message"
"Angels?, I've heard enough" Trish glared, guns still aimed at the Seraph
"Not just our kind, but your kind as well" he said, walking casually towards her.
"What do you mean?" she frowned
He stopped as he leaned in front of her, "The demons have foreseen that Alexiel's awakening will bring about Lucifer's awakening, they are two of a kind after all" his breath was cool and sweet on her face.
"And?"
He stood up again, "Alexiel will destroy earth, as Lucifer will destroy hell to create a new set of minions and a new kingdom...here on earth.. with Alexiel" his eyes somewhat narrowed
Trish didn't care much about the Alexiel story. "So you're saying demons are after me too"
Gabriel nodded, "they wouldn't want to be replaced after all"
"Then kill me!" Trish insisted, "right now! that's for the best! that's what your kind wants right?!" it sounded more like a desperate attempt for a beg.
His eyes glistened, "I am not here to hurt you... besides it won't be interesting if you were to die as early as tonight"
Trish stood up and kept her guns away, "So this is just a game to you, you just play with lives?" her face, disgusted
Gabriel made a snorting sound as he took his right hand from his front pocket and placed it on the bridge of his nose, "We angels, let things happen as they do occur, we intervene if necessary, if ordered but aside from that we just watch.. or in your case what people would call guide" And with that, his wings spread out, it was bigger than Trish would have imagined, then he leaped off in a burst of light, disappearing completely.
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At the crack of dawn, Eleria entered the shop, fully clothed in a bright red dress with a white puffed blouse underneath, her face was shocked with horror, "You let her go!" she accused
"You better stop reading my mind kid" Dante scorned as he tried to pour himself another shot of whiskey only to find out he's consumed every single drop of it.
"I don't read minds, I read hearts" she corrected, frowning at the sight of him.
"Whatever" he rolled his eyes as he started to feel the alcohol buzz off.
"What will you do?" she asked studying the half demon very closely
He mumbled something unintelligible, "What do you think?" he replied sarcastically.
"Go after her" she suggested, thinking to herself it was the most initial thing to do. But this time, she was concerned with the relationship between Trish and Dante rather than that of Alexiel
"She doesn't want me to.. she doesn't need me" he pushed the empty bottle aside as his drinking glass fell on the floor. He stood up and stretched, facing the huge, curtain less windows.
"She always gets the final say huh?" Eleria rubbed tilting her head to the side
"What do you mean by that?" Dante scoffed
"I just observed that she always get things done her way, what about your way? you just let her decide for everything, you lost her once, it would be stupid to lose her again because you just let her..don't you think?"
Dante couldn't believe this, "How exactly did you know all that?" he demanded
"I told you, I read hearts" she answered bluntly, almost in way that it is normal "so are you just gonna let her die?"
Dante shook his head, unbelievable he thought, the kid has a good way of convincing him and yeah the kid was right, if he'll have to use force then he will, he refused to ask the child more about reading hearts or whatsoever "You know where she is?" he laughed to himself, what was I thinking? He thought.
"Of course!" Eleria jumped, clapping her hands excitedly. This pair is so very fascinating she thought
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Trish was somewhat stoned, like she doesn't care that much. A meteor could land on her head or a she might get hit by a bus but she really doesn't care anymore. She got out of the cathedral, in a mood so depressing, she has never felt so down, like all her hopes and all her energy were drained right out. The moment she stepped out of the massive gates, she was surrounded by a group of armed men, a man in white coat briskly walked towards her, "come with us" he said, "we can help you.."
She didn't bother look up, instead she kept her head down, and the next thing she knew is that she was already in the car, a black Mercedes and the man who was rather brusque looking was explaining something to her, his say meant very little to her now, she could hear his husky voice in the background saying some things she really couldn't quite understand.
She was preoccupied thinking of nothing, not to mention she was aloof and callous in a way, and all she heard were something like, "observation" and "mankind.." it doesn't make any sense to her.. with all these things happening at the same time and with rapid pace.. what does?..
AN
wow finally i updated sorry for the delay you guys, we had a long vacation, you gotta love catholic schools, we have no classes during feast days lol
hmm most of this fic was inspired by my fangirliness with vampire romance novels and the movie brick, its a good watch. i also changed the chapter titles, all the chapter titles will be derived from song titles by nightwish .
men, i hoped you like this chap, even i get lost in my stories and yeah i decided not to follow the manga description of the angels in angel sanctuary, so i kinda did gabriel as how i picture him to be. i got influenced by movies like the prophecy, Constantine, omen those religiously scary movies. so my angels won't be that sinful, they're just gonna be cooler looking lol..
hmm Constantine vs Dante?! Hmm amen to that
I think there are a lot of well written trish and dante fics around but the things is.. most of the are unfinished! T.T I love that fic Stay..
Eric Draven
i got really excited when you told me this dmc4, coz i have been reading stuffs and theories about dmc4 , just too bad for me i dont know anyone here who is as into dmc as i am, so basically dmc people i know are.. well you guys its so hard not to have someone to talk to personally.. i even got so excited , lol
Satanic Park of Madness
yeah yeah i know spawn, ive seen the movie a long time ago and some comics, that clown dude there is just sick! nweize yeah demonic powers wont do that much damage on angels because angels have astral powers. astral powers are the highest kind of power and it would only be matched by another astral power. so an angel may only be killed by a fellow angel. about my December this part right here, "
and i
just wish that i didnt feel
like there was something i missed
and i
take back all the things i said
to make you feel like that
and i
just wish that i didnt feel
like there was something i missed
and i
take back all the things that i said to you
and i give it all away
just to have somewhere to go to
give it all away
to have someone to come home to"
that bit just makes me sad you know, makes you think of a lot of things to empathize with them twins.
hmm in reality i do believe in angels, and i think they are perfectly happy and content with God and the rest is all fiction, i really don't want to think about heaven at war in reality but it would be a good read or a good movie but not reality please, its scary lol. i was trying to find some demons on the Internet and i even get scared, im such a superstitious looser
yeah that winx club the three witches right?! are you referring to the one who uses lightning or the one who can do mental things?
and you know what I'll tell you a secret, i did try to write about what was happening behind the closed doors in blonde ambition and i ended up laughing my ass off, my face got all hot and i just deleted everything lol! im such a kid! i feel so dirty lol!! so i was like, ok ill leave this for the reader's imagination .
actually about people who are like bashing trish off, pairing dante with lady or with ocs, argh.. men, i mean i read one and trish was like a complete slut on her fic, i closed it before i destroy my monitor. frankly im not biased or anything but it really is trish and dante, no matter which angle you look at it, i can't see dante getting paired with anyone aside from trish.. unless capcom changed their mind and with lady's audience have dante with lady instead.. which i hope do not happen
im also planning on doing a baby fic well after this of course demon sanctuary would only take i think 6 or 7 chapters , so..lol no fillers .. oh myy sorry for such a long reply
currychicken
this a reply on your review on blonde ambition, ohh my i do have tons of reviews thanks to you of course!! oh i ve been wanting to watch that movie for a long time now, ill try to watch as much wedding movies as i can to get me fired up! Arhg I hate fics that have trish as a villain it makes me wanna hate lady all of a sudden!
brukaoru
thanks much ad ty for pointing my errors out, i appreciate it i couldn't have agreed wth you more about dante and trish