Devil May Cry

Dimensions to your world and the next

Chapter 49

Warnings: Language and Violence

*Author's Note: Eh, looks like this isn't a lemon chapter either, but DS did put a little footnote on the bottom of it saying she had fun writing this chapter. Wonder why........

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Your eyes slowly opened to a heavenly smell. It smelled like flowers. Strange, you didn't remember the living room smelling as close as flowers. But you were not on the couch. You were not even in the living room. You gazed around lazily, recognizing the walls, the posters. You were in Dante's room. A frown formed on your lips as you looked at the recognizable room. You didn't want to see it again, though. Dante must have carried you here. You could tell he didn't sleep beside you however. There was no indentation of his body on the matress. You turned your body, placing your hand on the pillow when your eyes met the image of a bouquet of flowers lying against the opposite pillow. You lifted your head. This was the flowery aroma you were smelling. Lifting your torso from the bed, you picked up the flowers, examining the blue, pink and white pedals of roses.

"...Dante..." you whispered.

You looked down at the ribbon that held all the flower stems together. There was a taped piece of paper, black ink written on it. You read over the cursive word.

Sorry.

The memory of last night flooded your senses as if you were living the moment once again. You were dissapointed in Dante. He was blind and deaf with his own lust that he forgot all about you. So what if Dante was one of the sexiest men you ever laid eyes on? You were not about to lay over and let him take advantage of you. You knew better then that.

You sighed, beginning to lift yourself from the matress and onto the hardwood floor. You held the bouquet against your chest, breathing in the fresh scent as you walked out of the room. Walking down the hall and towards the stairs, you only realized now how quiet Devil May Cry was. Was Dante in the building? You stepped down the stairs, looking over the room. No sign of life. Making your way into the kitchen, you still found no one. Thinking for a moment, you gazed around, your eyes abruptly stopping at the sight of a white peice of paper on the small wooden table. You picked it up, and began to read.

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I went out to grab some stuff since we're pretty much out of everything, including my precious beer. I'll be back in a few minutes. Don't make anything, I'm bringing breakfast.
P.S. Maybe the flowers won't help you forgive me, but I'll do anything to get a smile back on your face.
-Dante

A small grin formed on your lips. He really was sorry for what he had done. Although you were still mad, you forgave him. Mistakes should be forgiven, but they should not be forgotten. You hoped Dante had learned from his error, and that he would not become too forward once again. You stood there, a little baffled. What were you going to do now while you waited? Shrugging to yourself, you placed the flowers gently on the table, and went in search for a vase to place the flowers in. After a much heated search of frustration, you found a long enough cup for the flowers. You poured tap water inside and pulled the flowers from the aluminum wrapping and into the cup. You placed it at the middle of the table, adding at least some decor into the simple kitchen. The only sign of entertainment that was left for you now was the television. So, the television was the best choice. But before you could enjoy sitting down and staring at a bright screen, there was a knock on the door.

You stared towards it, eyebrows furrowed. Did Dante forget the key? Was the door even locked? Could that have been somebody else? No, you doubted it. So, slowly you got up. But before you could make another step, a loud bang was heard. The doors flew open, the large impact breaking them from their metal hinges. They were thrown to the back of the room. You gazed wide eyed towards the doorway as a large man entered the room. His entire appearence had been concealed with thick silver armor. His eyes glowing red while the rest of his face was concealed. Spikes were erected at every area of his arms, legs, and even helmet. Two large leather black wings bulged from his back. A long tail of scarlet hair coming from the top of his helmet. It lengthened to the back of his knees. In his left hand he held a long thin silver sword, while in the other was a much large thicker sword, with what looked like vines and thorns wrapped around it.

Your heartbeat almost stopped at the sight, you could have sworn you were having a heart attack, although that could have been your imagination. The armored demon entered further into the room, averting his gaze around when it settled on you. Your heart skipped a beat. You began taking steps back.

"Is that the earthling you desire, Aeoniom?" His voice was demonic and deep that it could have frightened any child.

Aeoniom, you thought, was a very close resemblance to Aeon. Finally, another figure entered the room. That indigo blue hair which could be spotted at such a far distance. Aeon walked in, smirking with pleasant satisfaction.

"Ah, darling, where is your bodygaurd?" he mocked.

You stayed silent, wishing to yourself that Dante would be returning soon, very soon.

"Yes, Orein, that is the girl I seek," Aeon finally answered the demon knight.

"She doesn't look like much. Couldn't you have captured her yourself? Why must you awaken me from my dormancy before the hour of the demon rebellion?" Orein looked more then displeased.

"Because, older brother, the half demon she has by her side is far stronger then I had expected. But you could over match him easily. Although, I suspected he would be here."

It was almost funny how they could talk so casually, as if you were not there and that they had not bursted through the door. But as you gazed towards the both of them, you couldn't believe they were brothers. One looking like a soldier from hell, while the other looked like a normal being with dyed blue hair. However, that was the least of your worries.

Right now, you needed to hide, grab a weapon, scream your lungs out, anything that might save you. But you couldn't move. You were frozen on the spot. Those red glowing eyes of the large demon were hypnotizing, you were lost in them, scared, hopeless. Orein made his way towards you, sheathing away his long thin sword for an empty hand. Once he reached to grab you, a shock shot towards his hand, repelling him.

"What is the meaning of this!" Orein shouted beyond raged.

Aeon approached. "Her energy is too pure, you cannot touch her." A impish smile formed on his lips. "However, I can."

Finally having the feeling in your feet back, you ran for it. You understood that you wouldn't out run them, but fighting them might distract them until Dante came back. You ran to the wall, pulling out one of Dante's trophy swords that held the skulls of demons he had slain in the past. You turned, bringing it in front of you threateningly. The blade of the sword looked dull, but the tip seemed sharp enough.

Orein let out a laugh. "Little girls shouldn't play with swords, mortal."

"I'll take my chances," you retorted.

Orein's eyes narrowed and quickly you swung at him. Easily, he caught the blade, ripping it from your hands and throwing in across the room. The sword peirced right through the wall. You cussed under your breath. Aeon tried to grab for you, but immediatly you ducked and jumped onto the couch, leaping over it. Your main objective was to get upstairs to Dante's room and maybe climb out of the window or something. But before you could run for the stairs, one of Orein's swords shot towards you, peircing into the wall, the blade only inches away from your face. You gasped, and before you could take another breath, Aeon had caught you from behind. You trembled with fear, your eyes shut tightly.

A strange feeling enveloped your body and before you knew it, the hold on you was gone. Opening your eyes, you found yourself at the other side of the room. You had transported! Aeon looked baffled, gazing around until he spotted you.

"The only way to capture her is to knock her out," Aeon announced.

"Leave that to me," Orein replied.

With great speed he ran towards you, throwing his fist towards you. You dived out of the way as he punched a hole through the wall. Was he willing to knock you unconscious, or to kill you? Oh my God, you thought, Dante, please come soon. Orein went in great speeds towards you again, his massive size causing the very building to shake as you backed up against the wall. You heard clinking and looked up as another of Dante's swords slipped out of the hole it peirced in the wall. You did as much as you can to avoid it, but the blade was fast enough to cut a long gash across your upper arm. You yelped in pain, holding your arm that was now becoming soaked with blood.

"Dante, I need you..." you whispered, watching as Orein made his way towards your fragile body.

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*Author's Note: And now we can see why ^^