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Ch. 6 Judas
Dante fought off more demons as he controlled the motorcycle's handlebars with the heels of his feet. He pulled out Ebony and Ivory, flashing shots to give him light and death to the demons that dared face him. Before he collided into a building wall, he swerved around a corner and more of them, this time white demons in the shape of cats that reminded him of the demon, Shadow, slithered along the road to catch him. They caught attention to the light he produced from his gun fires. The silver haired man placed both guns back into their holsters and pulled out Rebellion to finish the job, hearing faint howls as the blade passed through the white demons. One escaped from the sword's wrath and was only a centimeter close to ripping his jacket but Dante got his gun out just in time and a bullet pierced the demon's forehead, making it fall back onto the road.
"You know how much repairing my coat costs, buddy?!" he called from over his shoulder, expecting no answer in return. He jumped back down into the seat and stepped on the accelerator. "This party's boring..is that the best you can throw at me-"
"Des'!"
The dark haired demon did not have to turn around to see who it was who shouted his name but he did twitch in annoyance when he did not hear the proper 'Sir' before his name. He continued to sip his tea as his eyes followed the river's current.
"Answer me, bastard or even give me the decency of your face instead of your back!"
"…Oh, I am a bastard now, Sir Gilver?"
"Hmph! You are one for what you had done to young Vergil!"
"I had only taught him how to dodge a wind attack and yet he proved to me to be…how should I put this…weak."
"Blasphemy! You used a ten sword attack on him! He is only a boy, not yet old enough and fast enough to dodge something such as that!"
Des' mumbled under his breath in response, "A dirty half breed is what he is-"
A large sword was thrown into Des' back and came out to his chest while Sir Gilver glared at the other demon with his raging golden eyes. Des' gingerly placed his tea cup down and stood up, showing no signs of faltering or shock. He slowly turned around and gave the bandaged demon a deadly look. His body shook and twisted like a child playing roughly with a doll, pulling the sword out without the use of his hands and flew out, sticking itself upright next to him when it pierced the ground. The sword wound bleed a bit, dirtying his elegant black shirt and it immediately closed up, leaving only pale flesh showing from the rip of his shirt.
"Such…arrogance. And here I always thought you were decent, Sir Gilver."
Dante and Vergil laid still in their hiding spot. After Dante was finished with his mentor, he had found his twin brother gasping for breath on the ground with Sir Gilver holding up his head. When the bandaged demon found out from Vergil who had wounded him so horribly, he gave Dante the care for his brother and immediately rushed off. Once the older twin was breathing normally and his healing abilities kicked in to help him just enough for him to breathe normally, the twins quietly followed Vergil's mentor and hid under a bush with a low pit to watch the argument unfold.
Sir Gilver grinned wickedly, emitting a dark blue light from his body. "And here I thought you were a pathetic demon. Which is correct, I see." He held out a hand and called his mighty sword back to him. On the sides of the weapon, dark spikes appeared and the blade glowed a midnight hue.
Des' own weapon materialized in his hand, a sword of black curves and a zigzag end sharp enough to cut through anything with damaged ends as a result. He pointed the sword straight between Gilver's eyes. "I always wanted to know what you hide under all those pesky bandages. Looks like I'll finally know once I'm through with you. Literally."
Vergil gripped Dante's arm hard as they waited for someone to move. The wind suddenly blew between them and Dante's eyes picked up a large slash on Sir Gilver's arm while a cut was on the side of Des' cheek. The two demon warriors did not even move an inch and wounds were already appearing on each other. Vergil didn't have to voice it for Dante who quickly realized that the swordsmen were too fast for them to catch the attacks being made.
Another cut was on Des' leg, ripping away enough flesh to expose bone. But he didn't let Gilver get away without anything. His entire abdomen was free of his bandages, showing black, charcoal skin with pus leaking from many openings.
"…no.." The word escaped from Vergil's lips, low enough for only Dante to hear. "Sir Gilver…AAH!" Both the twins scurried out of the way when Des' sword cut into the bush and pierced the hole they were in.
"Get away from them!" Sir Gilver zipped in front of them and stood like a predator ready to pounce. He was a barrier between Des' and the twins, too strong to be broken down. Des' body completely morphed into his demonic form with large rough horns curling inwards and a large mosaic black body that the sun seemed shine off of. His wings expanded out to block out the light and cast a deep shadow.
"What a little savior you are, Sir Gilver," Des' grumbling voice laced with acidic sarcastic mocked. He yanked his sword out of the hole and stepped closer. "To protect something so WEAK!"
Their swords collided with each other, creating a strong wind that blew the trees over and the birds back. Sir Gilver pushed away Des' sword and quickly attacked his opponent with an upper cut slash that missed. Des' flew back as Gilver's bandages released his own demonic form of a sickening looking demon with wounds and dried up pus every square inch on his body. Chains had covered over his bulging muscles and strong calves with rotten stitches reaching over his shoulder blade to keep a red meaty wound from opening up. His horns stood erect and looked hazardous to touch. His mouth began to slobber up a disgusting gray liquid that when one drop had contact with the ground, caused it to blacken and sizzle. The wings with a mind of their own had multiplied into six with three on each side of his back. The hands that held his powerful sword had turned into large claws that could have ripped through anything if Sir Gilver wished it. His golden eyes turned an eerie yellow that could light the darkest of days and cause all that stand before him to wish for the darkness again.
Dante and Vergil held each other in fear but they couldn't pull themselves to look away from what Sir Gilver had become. Never in their short lifetime had they ever seen the once bandaged demon become so horrendous. So fearful. He was the idol of what nightmares were made of. The face on the back of Sir Gilver's head stared at the twins with black sockets that had no eyes. Its yellowing dirty teeth formed into a maniacally grin.
"So…this is it, is it?" Des' tried to speak steadily but there was a tremble in his voice.
"Hahaha, are you afraid now of what you do not know of?" Sir Gilver's voice was deeply taunting with his frightening tone. "Too bad." In one stroke of his blade, he ripped the area where Des' sword arm was connected to his body, earning an agonizing scream while Gilver only laughed sadistically. Vergil covered his ears with his hand, hating the sound of his mentor's laugh. It made him tremble and Dante could feel his brother's fear as he held on to him for comfort.
Sir Gilver reached out his free hand with the chains clinking along with his movements and Des' sword floated obediently to him. Once his hand came in contact with the handle, he threw it at Des', heading straight for the demon's heart. Before the demon hit the water, his beating red heart was ripped out of his body from behind with the sword holding on to both Des' and the heart. Blood was coughed up from his mouth as his eyes announced death. The river engulfed him and swirled around his body to open up for him. Once he was gone, the water calmed and resumed its current as though nothing happened.
"I take thy name, Sir Des' the demon swordsman, so thy can never rise from thy grave!" Sir Gilver called out and a white light shot out from the waters and into Des' sword, shining a painfully looking black and then…it stopped. The demon threw the sword away in a manner of it being trash and slowly faced the silver haired twins.
"….I apologize, sons of Sparda, for you having to look upon my true form," he spoke respectfully and kneeled down on one knee with his head bowed down in shame. "Both have not wronged to deserve this sight."
"Sir Gilver!" Beatrice's voice rang in the distance and she halted immediately at the sight of the demon and frightened boys. "What has happened?!"
"I have sent Des' to his grave," the once bandaged demon rumbled.
"Is he…the one who committed the crime?"
Gilver nodded and the bandages littered on the ground wrapped themselves around him while his whole being altered back into his normal form. "He had attacked young Vergil and it lead me to find his sword to have matched wound of Lady Eva."
"So he…" She placed a hand over her mouth.
"WHAT?!" Dante interrupted the demons. "WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO OUR MOTHER?!"
"She is all right, my dear, please, calm yourself. It is only a minor wound," the white demon reassured and looked at Vergil who's eyes were slightly wide. "She was attacked this evening by Des' while you both were away. We are able to prove it now to your father…oh how this will break his heart…" The boys walked over into Beatrice's arms and cried softly.
"How dare you betray us?" Sir Gilver asked the river, gripping his sword tightly.
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Dante stopped short when he saw a girl in the middle of the road. He glided the motorcycle around her and created skid marks along the way. His eyes hardened as he felt the cold wind eloping his body.
"Beware," Death began in its usual monotone voice. A blank expression and lips moving, it reminded Dante of one of those cheap flapping mouth singing bass toys. "…the demon that rests in that statue. It is far more powerful than you remember it."
"Last time I checked my memory, Des' is dead."
"…."
"What the hell?! Are you trying to tell me he's not?! I saw him die with my damn eyes!"
"Dead. No. Sleeping. Yes. Growing in his grave. Strong enough to fight. Weak enough to stay buried. Coming to this wicked place was futile. Very pointless and thoughtless. What do you wish to gain from here?"
"This city…was built on Des' grave. I figured that by coming here, I would find you. It's A) the most shittest place I've ever been in and B) it reeks of your scent. Death, yourself, is a common thing in this cheap replica of Hell, I learned that in the guide books." Dante crossed his arms and leaned against the motorcycle, looking towards the statue. "So answer me, when is my human side going to pop off?"
"You can answer that yourself. Can you not feel your human side slipping away?"
"Eh, about a couple days ago, but now, I feel more alive than ever," he remarked smartly, eyeing Death whose expression was still the same. "Let me rephrase the question: When exactly?"
Something seemed to change in Death's lifeless eyes as though it saw something that Dante couldn't. It blinked slowly and nodded once. "…go to the statue then. You will be a step closer to answering that question. But watch for yourself. You may find out more than you want to know. Things you may believe or not believe."
"Aw, stop the caring, you're making me blush!"
Death responded in disappearing without a trace and Dante calculated the distance from his point to the statue. He began walking casually. The motorcycle was running out of gas anyway. By the time he got to the feet of the tall figure, seeing that it was as big as Temen-Ni-Gru, he recognized it to be Des' and proved himself to have been right about coming to the city.
Using the air hike ability, he jumped up the statue easily with no demons appearing suddenly to attack him. At the top, the head of Des' was completely hollow and instead of rock, it was like a church room with the eyes as color paneled windows, allowing the full moon's light to shine upon a glass case. The case contained the familiar black sword with the zigzag edge, standing eerily still. Dante strolled forward to touch the glass and his eyes reflected the memory of the Judas demon. He was the least of the apprentices that Dante and Vergil admired and back then, they would have hated to admit that Des' was powerful. Well, if he wasn't then he wouldn't be so close in ranking with Sparda.
Dante awoke the bothering feeling he buried when he took on the name Tony Redgrave. If he concentrated hard enough, then he would be able to hear as clear as a bell the demon breathing soundly underneath the glass case.
His fist suddenly collided with the glass, shattering the case into pieces that noisily fell to the floor. He grabbed the sword and felt a dark pulse vibrate throughout his whole body.
'I give thy name back to Sir Des'….so that I may find the answers I seek.'
The whole statue shook to life, answering to Dante's summoning. If he wasn't so focused on Des' grave, then he would have noticed that the circle of light around the city begin to turn and then suddenly…blinked out, throwing the City of Dis into its own black world.
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