The Last Spartan
Alright, story thickens and I'm creating more questions then I'm answering, don't worry though, things will get clearer in the next few chapters.
Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry or Silent Hill
Chapter 6: "AUNT?" Nero and Evalen finally cried in unison after Dante repeated himself again.
"Yes, Aunt. Nero is Vergil's son." Dante explained
"Wait! Wait! WAIT! Hold on a minute, you mean, some woman actually agreed to bang Vergil?" Evalen asked in disbelief
"Yeah, I couldn't believe it myself at first, but here he stands." Dante motioned to Nero
"Gee, thanks. I feel all the love in this family." Nero replied sarcastically
"So where is he?" Evalen wondered
"Who? Vergil? Hell." Dante shrugged
"Hell?" Evalen blinked
"Yeah, Dad tried to rule over the Human world a while ago. Dante fought and sent him to Hell. Course Mundus used his soul to create Nelo Angelo, but as always Dante solved that problem, too." Nero explained
Evalen just stared at them, unable to comprehend what she was hearing. One thing did strike accord though, struck a cord so old, so hard that her knees almost gave. And that cord, was of course, Mundus. The very man whom slaughtered her mother so many years ago. He was the center of her dark and crumbling world. It was him that she blamed her life on.
Dante eyed his little sister and could see, though she had no idea, her demonic blood pulsing faster thru her system and noticed flickers of change as they happened and left.
The soft crimson glint that glowed in her eyes before going to its original sea green. The silver highlights in her blond hair brighten and dim, blending once more to invisibility in the rhythm of her sharp jagged breath. Even Nero stared at her tangible, translucent aura which whipped around her entire body like bobbed wire with a mind of its own (think Alessa in the movie Silent Hill)
However, neither of them were prepared for the maniacal giggle that escaped her lips; like heaven and hell, sugar and spice, torture and ecstasy mixed together to form perfect harmony.
Dante couldn't help but be proud, and Nero couldn't help but to cringe backwards, away from his Aunt.
"Evalen" Dante spoke softly and the girl soon stilled, her human traits taking over once more.
Her eyes drifted to his, they were grey and full of sorrow. "He's gone? Done forever?" she whispered her voice hoarse.
"Kinda. I could only seal him. Someday he will come once more, and then you can have your revenge."
"Sealed?" her grey eyes clouded over with confusion
"Ah, I forget sometimes" Dante shook his head
"Forget what?" Evalen tilted her head, as if picking up some wired frequency
"She has no idea, does she?" Nero finally spoke up
"No."
"No idea of what?" Evalen flicked her eyes between the men
"I guess it's about time I told you of your heritage." Dante sighed
"Is here such a smart place?" Nero questioned
"No. Evalen, you know this town better than us. Is there anywhere secure we can go to tell secrets without being over heard?" Dante asked
"The basement in the orphanage. I go there a lot to scream."
Dante nodded "Good. Can you take us there?"
"Not tonight, the kids are asleep. Tomorrow after breakfast we can go."
"Good. Then go home. Nero and I will be there waiting for you when you get up." Dante told his little sister
"You promise?" Evalen asked stubbornly
"We promise." Nero assured her
With a nod Evalen accepted it and went home