Devil May Cry
Dimensions to your world and the next
Chapter 32
Warnings: Language, and violence
*Author's Note: Err, right, so here's the next couple chapters. Up to thirty-five, today, I think.
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Aeon gazed at the broken down doors, demons lying on their backs and leaning against the wall. His eyes glowed venomously with anger; his teeth clenched so hard together that he could swore he could hear them crack. He turned to the wall at his left, punching the stone strongly, a large crater formed, and fragments of stone falling to the floor.
"Her energy is too powerful, and adding it to that, Devil will only heighten their success," he muttered to himself. He glared towards the survivors from Dante's fury that occurred a few minutes ago, narrowing his eyes at them. "You demons are far from useful!" he shouted. "You cannot help me with my plans. I must call for Him. His assistance will bring my plans to effect." A sadistic, dark smile appeared on his lips. Yes, He will come to be very helpful. Even the son of Sparda would be of no match to him, with or without the girl. Aeon turned around, walking down the hall back to his study to call on Him. "No more fooling around. Now is the time for war," Aeon whispered before turning the corner.
You and Dante were far from the castle, running into the forest that inhabited the area. Dante's speed was lowering, heavy pants heard from him. You felt concerned, wondering if he was okay as you clung on his back, his demonic speed coming to a mere human jog. His feet began to stop, slowing down until he collapsed on one knee. Immediately, you jumped off his back, kneeling in front of you.
"Are you okay?" you asked him, concern radiating from the shine of your eyes. An orange glow surrounded him, his body forming back to his human looking self, his white hair glistening under the dim light of the sun, blood all over his body. Cuts and burns were visible throughout his skin. You frowned, starring at his face as he gazed at the ground, holding his side, his hands stained with so much of his blood. "Shit..." you whispered as he panted, his throat growing dry with every breath.
"That stone...opened all my wounds that healed since my whole life...all the injuries I got from hunting demons...every single cut, burn...bruise," Dante explained.
"Shhh, don't speak. Save your energy. We have to keep moving before they catch up, if they even are following," you remarked and went under his right arm, draping it over your shoulder and hoisting him up. He sent a small smirk, his eyes hidden behind his silver, white locks as he starred at you. You smiled weakly and began walking slowly, helping Dante, who stepped limply. The forest was eerily quiet, maybe a bird chirp here and there but that was the only source of sound. You decided to hike up a conversation, distracting your mind from your current predicament. "So, how did you go all Devil Trigger?" you asked. Dante laughed lightly.
"From you," he answered simply.
"Me?" you questioned, gazing at him.
"Remember when you were calling my name to wake me up? And your energy was being transferred to me? All that energy was charging its self inside my body and I felt it when that stone was tearing me apart. Your energy gave me enough power for the chance to go devil on Aeon's ass." You laughed lightly. "And besides, you're not useless." You stopped, looking at him oddly. Useless? It made you think of when you were stuck in that forsaken room, calling Dante's name, desperate to save him and calling yourself useless for not being able to exit the door. You dismiss the odd question of how he knew; it could have been a coincidence.
"Will your injuries heal again?" you wondered. He let out a struggled breath, leaning his head back as he coped with the pain in his body.
"Yeah...but they'll heal slowly," he replied. You nodded.
"We have to find some way to clean you up...and me." You looked down towards your body, your clothes now stained with Dante's blood.
"Just take me to the shower then," he remarked sarcastically, knowing very well there wouldn't be any residence for miles. You continued along, hearing the familiar heavenly sound in the distance. It couldn't be...water? That was convenient. "Do you hear that?" Dante asked. You nodded.
"Yeah, it sounds close." You walked around a large group of trees. A beautiful steady pond sat by a grove. The sun light poured brightly onto the water, the natural blue emphasized. You smiled. "This is perfect." Dante let go of you, leaning against a tree to catch his breath and relax for a moment. You walked up to the pond, kneeling down and dipping your hands into it, washing away the blood on your fingers and palms. "It's a perfect temperature, good to bathe in," you remarked. Dante smirked.
"And it's big enough for the both of us to jump in," he pointed out.
"Heh, yeah," you said, nervously. Dante's blood was all over your clothes, touching your skin also. "I'm not going in there naked, with you watching," you muttered, blood heating your cheeks. Dante chuckled behind you, limping to your side.
"Relax. Undergarments works just as well, closest thing to a swim suit," he grinned. You rolled your eyes. There was still a difference. You heard Dante begin to take of his coat, tiny groans heard from him as his body ached from stretching at certain parts. His coat dropped to the floor as he plopped down beside you, beginning to take off his boots. You gazed at the wounds over his chest and back, they looked severe and utterly painful.
"Are you sure you're okay?" you asked, frowning.
"Yeah, just fine, babe. It looks bad, but nothing that I can't take," he said, a cocky grin forming on his lips. You sighed.
"What are you doing just sitting there? Get undressed, too. It'll be faster if the two of us bathe at the same time, unless you want Aeon and his shitheads to meet us here." Hesitantly, you nodded, working on taking off your running shoes.
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*Author's Note: And Dante still has the energy to be as cocky as ever, that must mean he'll live. And.... a bath with Dante! How much better could this get? (Other than the bath with Leon, in the RE4 story ^//^)