Sorry this is late, had a busy week, please enjoy.
Disclaimer: maybe in another life.
*Angel-heavely being
*angel-innocent
Dante nearly choked on the mouthful of beer forcing down the brick of liquid giving Trish a deadpan look. She tried to hid her girlish giggly behind her hand,
"We're not talking sweet and innocent, you mean wings and halos?"
Trish shrugged still grinning, "We'll since I'm not allowed to touch, you'll just have to figure that out for yourself…"
He crossed his arms and huffed, "Not even a hint?"
She walked closer nearly leaning against the devil, "Now Dante, I can't give away all my secrets." That demandable succubus knew more than she is willing to tell, Dante ground his teeth together harshly.
Dante threw the now empty beer can near the trash can, missing it by a good foot,
"Why exactly are you here, your shift doesn't begin for like three hours."
She smiled sweetly, "I need the night off Dante."
"Like Hell! It's Friday, you know the rules, everybody works on Friday's busiest night of fucking the week!"
Trish brought her finger to his lips pressing gently, "Shh, Dante wouldn't want to wake the angel." She smirked before walking away, "I'll see you tomorrow sugar."
Dante crossed his arms, pouting like a child, thrumming his fingers agitatedly who in the hell could he call in. Let's see there's his twin, Dante shook his head furiously-Virgil is supposed to be in Europe, Patty isn't old enough, Nevan and Alstor is supposed to have a gig across town with their new band-Red Lightening, he'd have to go check them out some time and have them play here if they're any good. Dante stood ticking the names off on his fingers, everyone had an excuse why they couldn't help him whither it was legit or not. Lucia would literally kill him if he made her work the bar alone tonight.
Nero slowly opened his eyes, he couldn't understand why he felt so warm and comfortable; much different from the hard dorm bed in Mercy's Hall where only God knows how many young angels called the place home. He moved to sit up letting the soft fleece blanket fall loosely around him, his eyes adjusting to the relative darkness. The room was lavishly decorated. Along with the couch he'd been lying on there was also a loveseat and a couple overstuffed rather comfortable looking chairs-all the same dark hue of red. Under his feet was a black shag carpeting the likes of which he'd never seen before. Nero reached down running his fingers through the strands as if it were soft thick hair. It really didn't dawn on the teen that he should be worried about his current surroundings nor the fact that he felt oddly safe in its confines.
Nero sat back and thought for a moment. The last thing he clearly remembered his Gabriel shoving him through a portal and then landing hard. The events following were blurry to say the least. He rubbed the sleep from his blue eyes finally standing; time to find the owner of this domain perhaps get a few answers, not to mention he had a mission to see to. It was only now the teen became aware of the bone thrumming beat seeming to radiate from beneath his feet. He felt the need to press his ear to the floor but noticed the stairs first.
His foot on the first step, glowing fingers on the smooth wooden railing, his heart beat frantically he couldn't help but feel as if he were about to descend into the bowels of Hell-this in its self excited the teen. His hand slid down the banister taking each step one a t a time. The music (that's what the young angel assumed it was) grew louder with each step. The only music he'd ever been exposed to were the hymns of the choirs in Heaven, the praising of the Lord on High. But this with its rabid drums, deep bass and screaming guitars had to be the definition of evil. It was beautiful in a vulgar, violent way, euphoric in rhyme and rhythm, and absolutely sinful. Someone screaming words-lyrics almost as an after thought, guitars melded in a heavy melody.
Nero stopped halfway down the stairs, eyes closed soaking in as much as he could. Once he found the courage to open his eyes he had a perfect view of the club from his perch. Throngs of people meshed together, grinding, limbs flailing, intertwined with partners moving to the beat. Neon light-red blue and purple, sometimes a mix of greens and yellows flashed over the sweaty bodies. From what he could see they were not all human, some sported odd cat-like or wolf-like ears and tails while others had horns or even scales. Nero no longer felt so self-conscious about his odd arm, he rubbed it none the less.
From next to the bar Dante caught sight of the teen when he first came into view, seemingly entranced by the whole club scene. Surly a boy with his good looks and great body he'd been to a club before, right? He couldn't help but remember what Trish had said a few hours previous,
"Yeah, he's an Angel."
He was beginning to think she meant that more literally as he continued to observe the young man. Dante watched as he closed his cerulean eyes absorbing his surroundings, the bright blue emitting from his arm glowed brighter. Apparently the thing reflected his emotions, the elder smirked- he could have fun with that.
Nero wavered slightly on the stairs as if coming back to him self and rubbed his arm looking a bit lost. Dante hadn't stopped smirking, gulping down the rest of his beer it was now time to introduce himself properly to this angel. He pushed away from the glossy countertop sauntering to the nearby stairs, standing at the base hands on his strong hips,
"Hey kid, how's the noggin'?"
Nero's eyes locked onto his, this man looked so familiar but couldn't place his face for the life of him. He took a few more steps a velvet rope separating the two beings. Dante just thought to cordon off the stairs so no one would be tempted to enter his private quarters through most nights a dozen of more souls could be found occupying various pieces of furniture in various states of undress.
Nero blushed madly, he couldn't understand why, Dante moved closer unhooking the rope as he went and took the boy by the hand, "You look like you could use a drink." and towed Nero to the bar.
A drink? Nero rubbed the side of his nose with a glowing finger, the elder caught the action out of the corner of his eye and smirked. Damn this kid is too innocent for his own good. He pushed Nero onto a near by bar stool, Lucia eyed him moving closer to Dante the bar counter separating them. Nero's attention transfixed on the dance floor,
"So that's the kid Trish is talking about, he's cute Dante." The elder nodded keeping an eye on the kid, he's sure he isn't the only one to notice him, a few were staring a little to hard.
Dante walked to his side leaning a little to close, good thing Dante doesn't believe in personal space, Nero glanced up with a shy smile,
"What's you poison kid?"
Nero cocked his head slightly. Poison?
Dante clapped his shoulder, his looks said everything, he's yet to hear the teen speak but he knew that look.
"What do you want to drink, ya know, beer, whisky?"
Nero grew slightly red again, Dante could just imagine that face beneath him covered in sweat, moaning his name, the thought was almost to much for him. He shook it off refocusing back on the kid.
"You've never had a drink before have you?"
Nero shook his head, lowering his eyes, his hair fell feel into the blue orbs. Dante lifted his chin with a finger wafting his fingers through the soft white strands. Nero leaned into the gentle touch, it sent a strange tingling through his body, the elder leaned closer lips barely brushing the younger's ear as he whispered,
"There's a first time for everything." The heat radiated off the boy as Dante pulled away.
"What's your name?"
"Nero."
Just one simple word and Dante was gone, he had the voice of an angel. Spoken barely above a whisper.
"Nero, I like it, I'm Dante."
At that Nero jumped from the stool, he knew who the man was, his mission, this was the man's soul he's supposed to SAVE!
"Hold on, where's the fire kid?"
Nero turned to him, "Dante Sparda?"
Dante nodded. Nero closed his eyes and everything stopped, all movement, music, everything at a standstill, everything frozen. The body of Nero floated a few feet off the ground, just enough that Dante had to look up to meet his eyes. The intense light glowing from around him, pristine white robes covered his body,
Dante Sparda, I was sent to save you your soul!"
*hugs and kisses*