Dante steadied Trish by her shoulders, "Look, if I ask you to teleport.."
Trish's eyes narrowed, "You know I won't"
Dante shook his head with defeat, "of course.."
"Don't do something stupid Dante.." it almost sounded like a plead rather than a reminder.
"I have a plan" He assured, though he really doesn't have any, that's how he operates, when the moment calls for it, he'll just know what to do. Basic instincts
"I'm not.. worth it.." Trish freed herself from Dante's caring hands and turned her back on him
Dante forcefully took Trish's arm and raised it so that he could study her expression, his eyes were full of determination, "Look Trish, those motherfuckers can't touch me... Trust me on this" he said, maybe there is hope after all, "You're worth everything to me now, All you gotta do is to stay alive.. And I'll do the rest"
Her mouth was dry; her eyes were full of tense, "What will you do?"
Dante made a dismissive gesture, "I dunno, just stay alive for me.."
It wasn't too much to ask, maybe there are other options... aside from death or maybe this is just another reason why she should suffer a hell lot, to stay alive for Dante.. and with that conclusion Trish nodded her head. Dante smiled with relief
The relationship between the two of them, used to be unspoken. But now, everything was stronger.. it was there all along. Why does this catastrophe have to happen first before they finally realize how much they mean to each other? Perhaps Death was right, we only realize something's worth if we're in the risk of loosing it
He was holding her close as they approached the black door.
"You ready to kick some angel butt?" his tone was confident, he has a theory, not a good one though
Trish forced out a smile, but it could never hide the worry and the fear in her eyes, "I don't know what I'll do if something happens to you because of me"
Dante chuckled, "I think I know how you'll make up for it" he smirked, even at this point he can still manage to green joke around.
Trish didn't say anything, thinking she'll never get to live up tp pay him back, he opened the door.
At first everything was a bright light, Trish shadowed her eyes behind Dante's back and Dante merely closed an eye.. it took several seconds before the scenario became clear...
His face became rigid and his lips formed a grim line, his grip on Trish's wrist got tighter. The blonde held a hand over her chest as she studied the ruined scenario before them. Her eyes were full of defeat and remorse, her lips pulled down in grimace.
A city.. or what was left of it, the power buildings have all collapsed into rubble, the ground looks like it has been shaken with cracks and faults deforming the highway, the bridge was snapped into two...and all these because of..me?
They stepped out of the house, they didn't bother look back, the moment their feet landed on the ground, everything became real to them. "Who would do this?" Trish muttered, all that remains were the debris and the dusts. Dark clouds hung overhead, the environment was so gloomy and obscured.
Dante and Trish could smell the stench of demon blood, carcasses were scattered.
Taking slow steps, they scanned the surroundings.. They both felt something, a suffocating presence, something powerful..
Gabriel was leaning comfortably on the remains of a broken down edifice, "Good to see you again" he said, his tone was mellow and detached. He had Samael tied up in a bright, golden rope. The rebellious fallen in black tried to wriggle his way free. But apparently, the rope just seems to tighten with his every movement. Samael got extremely tired of his ranting
"Fuck man, let me go" Samael complained
"Orders are orders, no one must not interfere" Gabriel answered, his eyes were closed, like he didn't want to meet Trish and Dante's gaze, like he betrayed them. Gabriel merely tried to even out the odds earlier, but in the end, he is still under the jurisdiction of Heaven.
"I've always known there was something fishy about you" said Dante, his eyes glaring.
"What happened here?" Trish blurted out, hostility and fear present in her voice.
Gabriel pointed to the sky, "We've been looking for you.." A woman answered, it was an unfamiliar voice, it was spine chilling... and it came from.. Above
Just like a giant eagle, a Seraph landed several feet away from them, sending off a gust of strong wind and dusts, it was crouched to the ground like a tigress, Dante held out his arm for cover while Trish tried to close her eyes shut.
The celestial being revealed itself from the shadows of dust clouds. Gabriel's eyes were now closed, he didn't want to see this, he tried to create a facade that he didn't care, though his own will was telling him to keep Dante and Trish safe, but it's too late for that now, the destruction has begun.
"No way.." Samael remarked upon seeing who the Seraph was..."Rosier.." He muttered
"She's Rosiel now.." said Gabriel, "she's the one who took Alexiel's place in the seven seraphs.."
Rosiel smiled at the couple standing before her. With long, lavender hair and malicious eyes.. Her presence was glorious if not deathly; the sweet scent coming from her was too much.
"I have a surprise for you" she said, her voice was small but saucy, the kind of voice that goes with blond teenage girls and pink bubblegum. That's when Trish realized that she was holding someone from behind.
"Eleria!" Trish cried, running towards her, The Seraph held the unconscious Eleria by the arm, almost like she dragged the little girl all the way here. But yet again, Dante has to stop her midway.
"She was very hardheaded" she sneered, "She won't tell me where you are... Well, there you go!" Rosiel said, tossing the dead weight Eleria. Trish caught the girl before she hits the concrete ground.
"Eleria!" she cried in distress, Trish was scared to death as she tried to revive the little girl, Dante didn't move an inch and instead, he glowered and measured the seraphim.
Eleria painfully opened her eyes, her clothes were torn, her body was full of bruises and cuts. Blood trickled silently on the side of her head, the sight of Eleria like this was too sinful, it's not right, she's just a little girl.
"Beloved.."
"You're hurt!" Trish cried with broken sobs
"Just as you are.." her voice was pained
"Where is Death? and Destiny? What happened?"
Eleria's breathing was becoming deeper, with long intervals. "Death is already here.." she answered
This broke Trish's heart as she secured the little girl in her arms, "You'll be okay" she promised.
Eleria forced out a giggle, "Trish.." she said, "Let Alexiel out.. And after that you won't feel as much pain.. Let us do the rest" her voice was becoming faint. Suddenly, Trish's injuries doesn't matter to her anymore, she can't think straight right now.
Eleria coughed painfully, "Beloved, we'll see each other again.."
With that last statement, Eleria breathed her last and her head fell on Trish's bosom.
Trish embraced the little girl, "she's just a child" she muttered."why.."
"Didn't she warn you?" said Rosiel, getting bored, "she never gets to live past a decade"
Trish bit her lip hard as she laid the little girl's body on the ground carefully, She stood up and just as the same time, Dante stood to cover her.
"My, My" Rosiel smirked, her hair was dancing with the breeze, she wore a black and white corporate attire which was short and revealing. "What have we here" finally meeting Dante's eyes.
"You know for an angel.. you really stink" he snickered
Rosiel laughed, her eyes were vivid and red, almost like she was thirsty for blood. "The angel who helped the demon and now the demon who is helping the angel.. Pathetic isn't it?" she mocked, tossing her hair. Trish was just looking at the distance, trying to think of what she could do and what Eleria have just told her... "You know dear Alexiel, I never really quite figured you out" Rosiel started walking through and fro, "the demonic angel or the angelic demon.."
Trish's eyes narrowed, "it's Trish" her jaws were clenched. "And I'm still trying to figure that out.."
"Step aside" Rosiel commanded, referring to Dante
The silver haired hero just shrugged his shoulders, "What? No fun for me?"
"Oh! Isn't this romantic!" Rosiel said sarcastically, clapping her hands, "Sorry love, I'm not into romance.. Last chance devil boy, step aside.." her voice was raising.
"Make me!" Dante challenged
Rosiel's eyes were as lethal as ever, "You are lucky, Father made it clear not to hurt you.." her lips in a pout, "But one wouldn't do as much damage" with a sweep of her hand, her fingers moving coordinately, an invisible force threw Dante on a neighboring wall. Another wave and an impulse of impulse sent the half demon crashing on to several concreted walls.
"Dante!" Trish cried
"Don't worry bout him loves.. Worry about yourself, Now" she tilted her head to the side, like a twisted doll, "Where was I?"
"Who are you?" Trish gathered every bit of courage, her fists clenched into tight balls. The presence of the Seraph was suppressing her.
"Why, I am deeply hurt" she said, she was like a lioness, measuring her prey. With her back crouched as if she'll spring to bite Trish's neck anytime soon. "But I wouldn't blame you, who would remember Rosiel with loving Alexiel around"
With a flap of her sharp wings, she closed the distance between them and grabbed Trish by the neck.
"Alexiel this, Alexiel that!" she persisted, pushing Trish up against a tree. Trish gasped for air, the grip on her neck was getting tighter, "How do you like that" Trish could feel sharp nails breaking in to the skin of her neck. Would she teleport? would she fight? or would she just face it..and close here eyes, hope to die
"Rest.." came a woman's voice in her head, like an echo. Trish paid it no attention, her eyes were becoming watery.
With enough strength, she placed her hands on the Seraph's face and sent off a strong voltage of electricity. Rosiel shrieked in pain, letting go of her. The seraph winced, shrieking as she tried to recover herself from that desperate attack. Trish was on her knees, inhaling an air full. She was aware that her electric current were yellow and warm in color but what she had just displayed was of bluish white. "I didn't know you still have that gift" Rosiel breathed.
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Dante groaned as he tried to rub off all the rubble and debris on him, he caught sight of the onslaught against Trish. He immediately got to his feet but before he could even step, something cold and hard held him by the back of his neck, he found himself paralyzed.
"You better stop meddling with Destiny boy, you have no part in this" indeed it was another one.
"What took you so long Raphael" said Gabriel, walking towards them, dragging unconscious Samael behind, still tied up with that golden rope.
Raphael with dark blond hair was crouching on one of the broken posts, his hands on the back of the half demon's neck. "Traffic" he answered sarcastically. Dante tried to speak, he can't. He was pissed off as hell.
"We just watch, we have the best seat in the house" said Raphael to Dante, "Father would be displeased if something happens to you"
Dante's jaws were clenched, his eyes were deadly to meet, fists balled up tight. He tried to move with every effort, strained every muscle but still to no avail..
"Save energy Dante.." Gabriel reminded him
"That over there is Rosier, she was the first fallen… She fell in love with Lucifiel, he rejected her because of Alexiel, she rebelled against higher authorities and came into this world and who would think Alexiel was already staring at her own future"
Gabriel continued, "When Alexiel was banished, Rosier was asked to be the driving force to fulfill the wrath of Alexiel's deaths, she was the one who came to fulfill Alexiel's anguish.. life by life..and it wasn't long when she was able to redeem herself in Heaven"
"So why do you still call her Rosier?" Gabriel asked Raphael
"Why do you?" Raphael retorted back
Well, because the angels do not recognize Rosiel's place in Heaven, her seat was Alexiel's, the third right next to Our Father. No one can change that, not even The Endless.
"I loved Lucifiel!!" Rosiel cried, her eyes were enraged, her breathing was hostile. "I'll love him more than you'll ever do!!!" she took Trish by the crown of her hair and threw her at a distant. Like she was just some doll as Rosiel stalked to further the damage.
Trish was too weak, Rosiel held her vigorously by her chin, "Now look at you, flaunting a beauty that was never yours!" That hurt Trish more than her injuries, it was true. She was a poor copy of Dante's mother and a poor quality for Alexiel's container.
"I don't know what you're talking about" she forced out.
"Liar" Rosiel snapped, "Like every other fool, he was irrevocably in love with you" the lavender haired seraphim forced Trish's mouth open, sqeezing her cheeks with her thumb and forefinger. Trish tried to stop the angel with her shaking hands.
Rosiel aimed at Trish's mouth as energy materialized itself on the tip of her long and bony, almost alien fingers. Trish was forced to swallow that warm and glowing substance despite her efforts to retaliate.
Rosiel stood up, laughing with such wretchedness. Like a villain from a soap opera as she pushed Trish down to the ground.
"Rest.." the unfamiliar voice of the woman came again.
Trish just laid there, waiting for the effects of whatever that was Rosiel placed in her.
Then it started, at first it was just a sting, like a pang. Then her teeth started chattering, her insides were convulsing, like a needle was piercing through her.. She cried in torment, screaming to Rosiel's delight.
"That would destroy your internal organs, one by one" Rosiel said, watching Trish twitch in pain. "If you could only see yourself, you don't have any idea how I'm enjoying this my dead twin sister"
Trish was uncontrollable shaking, the pain was too much, Her insides was burning. She screeched, blood abundantly flowing through her mouth. Her eyes were empty and dilated.
"That's for everything you took away from me.." Rosiel said, her tone was serious.. Her mission was accomplished, it would take 30 seconds more before Trish shall perish alongside Alexiel..
"Stay alive for me" Dante's voice echoed in her ears
She coughed out blood, even her tears were crimson. Her frantic hands ravaged the rubbles on the ground for ease as she screamed some more...
"Rest my dear, you have done enough" the woman's voice said again
She doesn't want to die, she has to stay alive... "Dante!" she cried in desperation, it was chilling, blood curdling.
Upon hearing her scream, Dante finally found himself able to grip Raphael's wrist with tremendous force. Raphael and Gabriel both stood in shock, though they didn't let it show.
"Impossible" Gabriel muttered, no one can break out of Raphael.. Until now
Dante grinned, his body finally gaining the ability to move, his muscles straining as he met the cold eyes of Raphael. The blond seraph studied Dante's face; he paid no mind to his wrist which was now bluish. There is a reason after all, Why Father wanted to keep Dante alive. With such power.. how could he possess such?
So Dante's theory was right all along, his weapons can't do damage on angels, but his hands can, and apparently he'll have to tear them apart piece by piece.. He can do that, he will do that.. But Trish..
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Despite the pain and the burning sensation, she felt a strong force taking over her. She can't fight it, she was allured into it, giving in to the promises of ease. It was drawing her in until the pain was slowly drifting away, she was slowly drifting away. The anguish, the agony was all fading... Just like Rosiel's blabs.
"but I promised..."
"Let me.." said the woman's voice, it was soothing, angelic..
Trish's body finally laid still and unmoving. Her eyes were opened..dead.
Gabriel closed his eyes again, "It's done.." he said.
Raphael finally let go Dante.
"No.." he fumed, He doesn't want to believe it.
Raphael stood up lazily as Rosiel turned to leave, her wings spread, "Like stealing a candy from a baby"
Suddenly..
"Rosier.." Trish arose from the ground, hands spread in lateral position, like she was crucified.
"It can't be.." Raphael uttered, his eyes were hostile.
Gabriel's eyes widened, his jaw dropped, "It's too late.. We're too late"
Rosiel froze shocked as Trish gently dropped her hands; her body was in perfect condition like she was never injured. "Rosier.. Long time no see.." it was not Trish's voice...
"Trish!" Dante called out
"That is no longer Trish..I'm afraid" Gabriel informed, trying to accept the series of events that led them to this catastrophic state.
"Why did we let things come to this.." Raphael grimaced
AN
im sorry for the super late update!! i was taken to the hospital coz i had dengue fever, but im all cool now, nweize my doctor was a gamer and he likes devil may cry (lady), i think he told me he likes trish to make me feel better. he lent me his psp to keep me company.. man his tekken character was all pimped out x.X he likes lady but uses nina a lot.. hey lady trish, nina anna lol.
fran and balthier reminds me of trish and dante
rosiel is a guy on the series but wel, iturned him into a chick.. im sorry for that..
my doctor is a vampire and so are his nurses, they always come to suck the blood out of me everynight.. i hate them, i hate hospitals but i like the fast food
nweize so there, i am furious, you know this is why i never join forums, people just pisses the hell out of me!! argh! it's the trish x dante issue again! man!! i wanna kill freud for bringing oedipus complex up.. (kay im kidding) but argh so annoying! i am never ever gonna read another thread about it. i was so upset, i thought i was gonna explode. i found out that some people like lady coz they hate trish.. i dont hate lady.. i just happened to like trish a lot.
i know dante and lady were very flirtatious in dmc3 but they're 18! they're not serious! if lady and dante had something going on, then shouldn't they be together by now? what? ten years and their relationships never progressed? and dante owes lady a lot of money, he's not into her at all! but it all it took Trish was one day.. one day (laugh) this should be my LJ entry but i dont have friends there lol. forgive me im still pissed
but please be nice to lucia, people are so mean to her, Trish to Lady: slap her she's french!, lol kidding. there was this dude who said, 'i thought lucia looks cool, then she spoke' and about her devil trigger.. lol (gives lucia some love)
i love you guys who love dante and trish you know what ima make another dante x trish fic! it's a propaganda movement! my form of strike, keep writing!!!