Devil May Cry

Dimensions to your world and the next

Chapter 51

Warnings: Language and Violence

*Author's Note: Okay, so I'm going up to fifty-five. Couple more for the day, lucky you.

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You groaned as you opened your eyes. Your head ached, pounding like a heartbeat. You looked through your surroundings. A room, a dark room. You were laying on a large bed with satin white sheets. The walls were painted dark red. A large window was left opened to your left, the white curtains dancing with the wind. Where were you? Was this a dream? No, you felt the pain, it was real. You sat up, going over what had happened.

"Dante!" you gasped.

You placed a hand over your mouth, remembering the image of his lifeless body on the ground, the only thing mobile was the blood pouring from his body. You closed your eyes tightly, tears slipping out from the crevices of your eyeslids.

He was gone, Dante was gone...and all because of you. No, this is all my fault, you thought, he lost his life to protect me, to protect my pathetic self. You were angry at yourself. Why could you not be strong? Why couldn't you fight back? Why must you be the damsel in distress? You were on your own now, you had to find your own way back home. But, how? You had no leads, no hints, no idea. You burried your face in your hands. You had no hope. You lay in the bed of a place you knew nothing of. Where am I? you asked yourself, where am I? But there was no answer, only silence. Suddenly, you heard footsteps approach the large oak door to your right. You watched it intently. Who was it? Aeon? Orein? Or maybe even Eerious? The door drew open and you retreated back further away from the figure. You could not make out his face, the room was much too dark, the only light illuminating the room was that of the cresent moon outside. The figure entered, their boots echoing with every step.

"Who are you?" you whispered. Your voice was trembling. The figure took a step into the light. Your jaw gaped open.

"Dante? Dante is that really you?" Dante stood before you, completely healed. No blood on his lips, or on his stomach.

His silver hair shined with life, his eyes holding compassion. Dante was alive, there was still hope. He returned to you.

How did he survive? Did he hear your pleas? Did he follow your voice? He said nothing as you jumped off the matress and hugged him around his waist. "I thought you were dead, I thought Orein had killed you." You sniffled, holding him tighter. You closed your eyes, burrying your face against his bare chest. "Where are we?"

"In my home," he replied.

You looked at him with confusion, staring at the smirk on his face oddly. You let go of him, beginning to back up. There was something wrong. This wasn't his home, that wasn't his smile.

"What's the matter, sweetheart? Don't you like the familiar face?"

Dante's voice sounded different, sounded more sinister. He grabbed your waist, pulling you back into him. You writhed in his grib.

"Who are you? You aren't Dante!" you shouted.

"How observant of you. I guess you're smarter then I thought." Suddenly the Dante imposter began to morph. His white short hair grew longer, forming into a blue tint. His eyes that were a light blue turned yellow and his height shortened by an inch. You starred at wide eyes as the man whom impersonated Dante morphed into your great enemy, Aeon. He let you go and you stumbled backwards. He laughed lightly. "I did appreciate the embrace though."

Was that the kind of demon he was? He was a shapeshifter. He was using his abilities to toy with your emotions. You sent him an icy glare. "Where's the real Dante?"

"Why do you ask the question in which you know the answer of?" he replied, taking a few steps towards you. "You saw with your own eyes as he was stabbed by my brother. He ripped the energy from his demon half so he could not survive. He died in front of your eyes. We left his body where it was, with the rubble of his broken home in which he calls Devil May Cry."

You didn't want to hear the truth, but you couldn't silence Aeon in anyway. Dante has passed on, never to return to you again. Was it even possible to get home without his assistance? Did you have the strength? You wanted to believe you could do it, you really did. You wanted to be strong, sometimes even wishing that no one came to your rescue, that you could handle any situation by yourself without having to rely on anyone. You hated having to feel weak, but now you knew the truth. With Dante's death hanging on the back of your mind, there was nothing that could make you strong, nothing that can give you the energy to continue. Dante was your everything, your protection, your comedy relief, even your very own comfort. How could you live without him?

"Hm, you're crying..." Aeon stated. Immediatly, you looked away, wiping the tears from your eyes with the back of your hand. "Why have remorse for the son of Sparda? He couldn't get you back home. There was no way. He couldn't even help you control your powers. But I can, I can teach you, I can help tame your magic, I can even teach you how to get back home."

Lies, everything he said was a lie. That's what you believed. How can someone who killed a significant other in your life try and help you with your problems? How can you trust such a person? You turned your gaze back on him. Your eyes were cold as ice, as hostile as they could be.

"I don't trust you, and I never will. You killed him! You had your brother kill Dante! How can I not remorse the death of the man I love!" you shouted.

Love, it felt weird saying that word. The last boy you loved broke your heart, and you felt that maybe you will never meet another whom you would share the same feelings. Until you met Dante. It wasn't his good looks, nor his charming smile. It was his personality, his comforting gestures, his cool posture, and his caring attitude for the world and those around him that formed those feelings for him. He was the one. It sounded cheesy, but yes, he was the one. The tears that you held back were overwelming, you didn't know if you could hold onto them for any longer. Aeon gazed at you with indifference. He didn't care whether you loved him or not. Why would he? He only wanted power, he wanted to be the ruler of all dimensions.

"I don't want to help you. Your nothing but a snake to me."

Aeon narrowed his eyes and it was at that moment that you had noticed his advancing steps and your retreating paces.

Only when you felt your back to the wall did you not want to say another word. Fear had clogged up your throat. You couldn't say anything more even if you tried. Aeon continued to move forward, hitting his hand on the wall just a few inches away from your head. Your chests were only barely grazing one anothers. Aeon's expression was unreadable, you wouldn't be surprised if he added an agressive physical action to what he was about to say. He leaned his face towards yours, barely an inch just separating your noses.

"For someone so young, you have a big mouth on you. How do you know you loved him? How do you know he felt the same way, hm? All he had to do was swoon you off your feet to wrap you around his finger. Sure, he protected you, but who's to say that he didn't want an award in return? Maybe even a sexual benefit? Face it sweetheart, you are as naive as all the many other teenagers out there."

His words hurt, but you kept a strong front. It was now your goal to not show weakness in front of him. You kept silent though. You had nothing left to say. Aeon smiled at your silence. He lifted his other arm, grabbing your chin, lifting your gaze so you were at proper eye level.

"Naive, but you aren't bad to look at. I guess I wouldn't have blamed the halfbreed for protecting you. But don't think I'll go easy on you because you're a pretty face. If persuasion is what that is needed to change your mind, then so be it."

"What are you going to do? Beat me until I agree?" you asked, your voice but a meer whisper.

"Physical abuse? Oh, no, that's not necessary. Mental abuse is so much more effective." The hand he used to hold your chin lifted, tapping his forefinger against your forhead. "All I have to do is get into your head for you to do every word I say. And trust me, sweetheart, I'm a Morph, it's what we do."

Why? You wanted to ask. Why me, why did it have to be me? Was this a punishment? Did I do something wrong that turned my path through destiny for the worst?

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*Author's Note: What's gonna happen now that you're at his house and Dante's dead?