"Here is where I leave you" Eleria let go of Dante's hand, (they have been walking hand in hand despite Dante's refusal due to Eleria's protesting whines of "I'm just a kid and I might get lost"). The half demon marveled at the white, rectangular establishment which stood in front of him. He's been into a lot of buildings and ruins but this one is just boring. This is one of the establishments which looks good on the outside but stinks on the inside.
"Where is this?" he asked, clearly unimpressed
"YHWH research facility" Eleria answered, eying at the establishment hatefully, "They're doing crazy stuffs in there, studying bout angels, demons and hybrids" Eleria shivered disgustingly.
Dante swung his sword over his shoulder, Eleria pointed at the half opened window, several stories high with blue curtains. "She's in there" she said, "do be careful, not all of the humans here are what they claim to be" she then turned to leave.
"And where are you going?" Dante really grew fond of this little angel, as she thought of herself. Much as Trish had, Eleria has her own way of winning hearts
Eleria turned to him, "I'll try to buy us some more time, we'll need all the help we can get", with that she skipped off joyfully, humming to a tune. Dante shook his head, whatever Eleria meant by that, he doesn't have a clue.
He confidently jogged up the steps where a couple of security in a military suit and beret halted him, if his outfit or that sword wasn't suspicious looking enough, its the look on his face behind his intentions.
"What is your business here?" the blond man asked, both of them have aviator sun glasses but Dante could tell he's just a boy.
Dante grinned, "I believe you have someone here who belongs to me" he pointed his sword at him
"Call more security" he ordered, his voice broke "Y...Ye-s Sir!" the other one stuttered as he went inside and set an alarm.
Dante rolled his eyes, humans are no fun, this is going to be a piece of crumb...
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She was strapped on to a cold metal surface, lost count on how long she has been there. What she was aware of is the fact that she has been drugged so as not to feel the pain and what the man meant by observation is actually torture. She has been shocked three times, not the kind of electricity that runs through her body, this power they laid out on her burns
The cold on her back started to ache but her heavy and numb body caged her from killing off these guys and getting herself out of here. But maybe she didn't want to survive this after all.. slow and agonizing she recalled.
She couldn't feel her body and the bright light from the ceiling was blinding, she slowly turned her head to the side where she saw, from behind the fiber glass window the four men who placed her there. Something tells her they weren't done with her yet.."rest..."a whisper came to her, she could smell a very fragrant scent as she closed her eyes and hoped she'd never wake up.
The four men composed of the brightest minds of this generation continued to argue over the demoness, they were aged but still able.
"All our lives we have devoted it to the study of these creatures and never have we encountered something like her! and now you suggest that?!" the balding man argued, "this one is very unique"
"Imagine an angel enclosed in a demon's body" another man explained calmly, he was thin and bearded, "this is the first time we have encountered a specimen like her and maybe our last, she may be the only one of her kind"
The brusque looking man scowled, "This one is no good, it must die by all means!" he glared.
"Sacrilege Apollonius!" the rather plump, curly haired man bellowed, "a discovery she truly is and die she must not!!" his tone was raising.
The other three are clearly against him, he sighed "I believe this is inevitable..if that's how you feel then I must..." and just about the same time Dante busted the door open.
Dante tried his best not kill off the humans, not to add the casualties, and he was very careful about it that he didn't get as much fun as he used to. With the fact that he's dealing with puny humans who doesn't even know how to hold a gun and the fact that he's bulletproof. One thing is for sure though, all of them are suffering from a busted knee.
"He got passed all those 700 men?" the balding doctor remarked,
It was no surprise to the brusque looking man, "of course" he said, "he has demon's blood in him" he said sternly, and with that he started to shed off his skin,
"Finally" Dante smirked, "It's about time I face something horrid" he grinned awaiting for his opponent to condition itself. The other three doctors were white with horror, the thin bearded man dropped his eyeglasses, the bald man's jaws dropped and the plump guy was just wide eyed.
"Out!" Dante commanded, cockiness fading away at the sight of Trish's unconscious body, blood trickling from the sides of the surface from which she lay.
The demon was indeed horrible and with a growl, sent the other three cowering away, "Son of Sparda" it said with a monstrous voice, "come to save that woman?" it laughed, "you are so much like your father..foolish"
"you're more hideous than I would have thought" Dante interjected with an awful look on his face,
"Impudent half breed!" the demon bellowed, "I am more powerful than you!! stronger than you! Don't you know who I am?" it was Apollyon, another high ranking demon.
"Well yeah?" Dante sneered, "Guess what?! I bet you are not as pissed I am!" and with a demon twice his size, a cranked up space left for him to move around, with his trusty armaments at hand, Dante did what he does best... Rock.
He was hit twice and he's lucky Trish didn't see that, he has faced demons stronger than this one but the lack of space has proven its difficulty. Every swung of his sword and every bullet he fired made no chance of missing the mutation and it wasn't long before it was defeated.
The demon fell to the ground, headfirst. "you are.. making a grave mistake.." Apollyon said
Dante took Ebony and aimed it at the demon, he tilted his head to the side, "The only mistake I ever did so far is letting her go"and that won't happen again, he fired the gun, shattering the demon's head to pieces.."That'll teach you how to shut up"
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Trish was awakened by a strong, familiar scent...whiskey and blood, she heavily opened her lids, she saw his black silhouette, "Am I dead..?" she uttered. She thought she was, she couldn't feel a damn thing and Dante seemed to be there. She smiled.. finally its over... Not
"Yeah you are" he said, unstrapping her, he tried to hide his worried tone with his sarcasm, "And I happened to be the angel of fucking death".
Trish rolled her eyes, false alarm, for a moment there, she really thought she was a goner, "you were drinking.." she was too tired and helpless to be mad at him now.
He sat her up and saw the cause of all the blood. There were deep lacerations on Trish's palms and feet. The deep burgundy colored spots, blood clots, reminded him of crucification. The red blood screamed out, contrast to her pale skin, it was like red ink on paper.
He untied two knots from her hospital gown, and saw more cut-like wounds on her back, and two very deep ones on either side of her shoulder blades, like a pair of wings were pulled from it. Dante was nauseated, how could he allow this to happen to her.. but the scent of the blood was...fragrant
He was sure the doctor's didn't do this to her.. but they sure caused it. He scooped her up, "This is the second time you ran off from me, and you wanted to die so bad.. I can't be that hideous" he tried to humor her, to get the both of them out from their worries.
Trish smiled, Dante never failed to make her smile... well maybe some times he did, but the thought of her answer made her shiver. "I don't want to hurt anyone Dante... specially you..you know what I can do"
Dante started walking back from where he came in with Trish in his arms. "Next time you wanted to die, lets just ask Lady to cook, after that we'll watch Patty's soap operas, that way we'd just drop dead" Trish closed her eyes, she's starting to feel the pain, the drugs were wearing off.
He was scared of her not talking, he wanted her to talk and talk, to make sure she's okay, "Trish, trust me, I won't let you do all those things they said you'd do.." but it wasn't enough to convince her, to secure her.
"Dante.."
"hmm?", he stepped on a finger, almost tripped.
"When things go wrong.. kill me.."
"Tch" Dante scoffed, the injured men scrambled to their feet, limping on their broken knees to clear off Dante's way.
"Please? Just promise me.."
"It won't go that far Trish.." he assured
"what if it does.. ? You know it will" she persisted
"I wont let you die" he gritted getting frustrated.
"I must.. just promise me, I'll die in your hands and I'll be okay!" she cried, "please..."
He hated to do it, "If it would shut you up" he let out a deep breath and gave a nod, Trish smiled.
He didn't mean it of course, in fact, he too would rather die in her own hands. He'd surrender himself to her willingly.. for this world his father saved, his world he protected would mean very little to him once she's gone, it would be just as dead as he is.. when she's no longer here.
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The moment he stepped out, a shiny black car rounded in front of them,
"Hurry!" Eleria called, the passenger door opened. Dante slid in, carefully sitting Trish up beside him with her head leaning on his chest.
The driver glared at him from the rear view mirror, he glared back.
"Stop it!" Eleria hissed as she took care of Trish's wounds.
Dante could say more but focused his eyes back on Trish, "Why does she bleed like that?" he was unaware why Trish had those in the first place.
"Stigmata" Eleria answered.
"I thought only saints can have those" the man who was driving said.
Eleria gently rubbed Trish's wounds away with her dainty white handkerchief.
The man, threw in a box of tissue.
"Not really.. it happens to significant people chosen ones..but.. well who knows, maybe my beloved will become a saint" said Eleria
Trish scoffed
"Amen to that" Dante chuckled, it was good to hear her normal again.
"I'm serious!" Eleria protested, "All saints were sinners too you know!"
The man drove very fast, wasting no time.. passing by traffic lights before it turns red, it looks as if he was messing around with it, turning it green then red.
"But I cannot do anything with your wounds..." Eleria solemnly said, "You have them so that they could catch your scent..it's trouble for us"
"The Son was the first holy one to have these wounds" the little girl recalled, Taking in a breath full of that fragrant blood. "He was the one who died for many...how ironic for you to have them too, beloved"
The man behind the wheels made a disgruntling sound.
"Who exactly are you?" Dante demanded
He looked back, his eyes were black and empty, his skin was deathly pale, he wore a white sleeveless shirt and black torn jeans, his raven hair was long and disarrayed
"I'm the reason why you're still in the business boy" he grinned as he stepped on it. Dante raised his eyebrows.
"There are seven seraphs" Eleria explained, working on Trish's feet now. "Seraphs are the highest ranks of angels.. Micheal, Alexiel, Uriel, Raphael, Lucifiel, Gabriel and Samael... that freak over there is Samael"
"You're too kind to be calling me by my name Eleria, I'm touched" he continued driving, his voice was like that of a teenage boy's
"Another angel.." Dante scorned, Trish didn't say a thing,
Samael laughed heartily, "Your father said the same thing about me.. and with that same look"
"What do you mean by that?" Dante tried to keep his cool
"I gotta give props for the dude, I've never seen Mundus so pissed, it was fun watching them though, better than 300 I'd say.. " his arms were full of tattoos.
Dante glared at him, "Look man, I just know him that's all, we were the fuck authority club" he laughed, "well at least he gets a chick, but what do I get?!"
"C'mon now dear Samael, not all those women are sluts" Eleria truthfully said, "most are in for the money"
Samael laughed harder, "True, you do know how to read hearts" he looked back at Trish, his lips curved in a smile.
"Alexiel you look pretty hot, I like your new look, blonds never go out of season" his nails were long and painted black, Trish also noticed several piercings on his face. His eyebrows, on either sides of his lips, on the bridge of his nose and above his chin.
"Her name is Trish" Eleria corrected "and she belongs to him now!" Dante and Trish moved away from each other.
"Once again I lost another blond chick to another Sparda, whats up with guys with silver hair anyways?!"
Dante made a snorting sound.
"You're an angel?" Trish cleared
"worst" Samael replied with a seductive grin, Trish felt Dante's arms tighten around her waist.
"Well..he's not really an angel anymore" Eleria smiled, "You know what happened to Alexiel and Lucifel right? well after that.. Samael sort of.. became uncontrollable" Eleria explained, "he was driven by his free will and lived defying the rules, after all he only listens to Lucifiel and with him gone.."
Samael plugged his earphones in, all of them could hear the blasted sound of Tears don't fall, at least he's got taste in music
Eleria did her silvery laugh, "he didn't believe in rules or punishment, he just doesn't care at all.. so he descended from the heavens and resided here on earth, where he balanced the good with evil"
"what do you mean?" Trish asked, gaining strength enough to sit up right
"Before, the earth is all good, but when Samael came, he created evil, so everything was balanced, there can never be too much good nor too much evil, because of that he was banished from the heavens, he lost his title and his name"
"his name?" Dante asked
"Yep, only Seraphs are allowed to keep the el in their name once they are banished, they must omit the el part hence Lucifiel was known as Lucifer and as for Samael he came to be known as Satan" Eleria smiled as she sat back on the passenger seat beside Samael.
"Satan...so you mean to say he's the reason why demons walk the earth" Trish understood.
"you got that right" Samael took his earphones off, he really looked like a rock star, "So basically you keep your jobs because of me, and I'm living the sweet life over here"
"And what do you mean by sweet life?!" Eleria snapped
"sex, drugs and all that rocks" he answered
Eleria shook her head, "grow up"
"Look who's talking!" Samael retorted
Eleria opened her mouth in dismay "You're lucky I don't have my powers with me!" she glared
"What would a cherub like you do with a seraph like me?!" Samael teased as the two of them continued arguing
"fallen angels comes in all shapes and sizes" Dante mumbled, Trish bit her lips to refrain from laughing.
"And you're helping us because?" Trish looked at Samael
"I'd pay big time to piss those angels off" he grinned at her
"Immature" Eleria mumbled
They were in what seems to be a desolated highway, with Samael doing a 180, when something.. someone landed in front of them, wrecking the savvy hood completely,
"Boo" the Seraph smiled with two golden, giant wings and silver piecing eyes.
"Fuck." Samael stopped the car, "Great dude, you really know how to make a scene now don't you?!"
"Gabriel.." Trish muttered...
AN
ok... so like my cousin read it and said, Gabrielmicheal corleone and Satanmiyavi... I wish you dont know who they are lol. Im sorry for the late update I really have to think this fic over and over specially during calculus, i hate that subject. and im quite raw from watching that movie thirteen , and that song lemon by katy rose..
umm wow I gotta think about how I could bring the angels down... so there tell me what you think? Was satan too visual kei? I kind of got scared typing his name, when I was three I scribbled his name on the wall with crayons, my dad painted it over so I decided to keep on calling him samael. scary ,
so there i gotta think what to do next oh meen angels are difficult..