Devil May Cry

Dimensions to your world and the next

Chapter 52

Warnings: Language and Violence

*Author's Note: Oooh, I wanna see mental abuse! I wanna see it! I love torture for some reason, I think it's exciting when I read about someone being tortured ^^ Actually, physical abuse is sometimes cooler, but let's see what he can do.

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Aeon left you alone once again in the empty room, locking it behind him. He left the window open, knowing that it was too much of a long jump for you to escape. You sat on the bed, burrying your face in your hands. You were emotionally drained and physically drained. What a horrible day this was. Adjusting yourself on the matress, you laid on your back.

You turned your body, starring at the wall ahead as you held yourself. You kept imagining Dante's face in your mind, his smile, the moments the two of you had, the good and the bad. Closing your eyes, you sobbed, letting your emotions out.

Dante, you thought, I'm so sorry. Eventually you had cried yourself to sleep, drifting off into the imagination of your dream.

You stood in the darkness, gazing around trying to adjust your eye sight but it was impossible. There was no source of light that your eyes could absorb to be able to give you the ability to see. Calling out into the darkness, your voice echoed throughout. You began walking forward, your footsteps echoing loudly also. Was this a nightmare? When was your fear going to pop up? You continued to walk. Suddenly, you saw something glowing ahead. You broke into a sprint, curious to see what it was. The closer you got to it the more you could make out that it was a body, the body of a human. It was a man, with a red trench coat and silver hair. Your eyes widened the closer you became.


"Dante!" you shouted, picking up speed.


He laid on the ground with no movement, his eyes closed. The long gash across his stomach did not heal, blood still pouring out. His lips were still bloody. You got to his side, tears visible in your eyes. You brought your hand into his face. He felt cold. You sniffled, laying your head against his chest, you held tightly on his red trench coat.


"Dante...please, don't leave me alone...I need you...I need you..." you whispered, sobbing away.


The tears fell from your eyes and onto Dante's body. The water seemed to be glowing a light green as it rolled down Dante's stomach, but you hadn't taken notice. The tears had soaked into Dante's wounds, which glowed as it began reconstructing it self. The tears washed away all the blood. Suddenly, you felt Dante's body twitch. You opened your eyes. Ba-bump, ba-bump, ba-bump. His heart was beating. You drew away from him, looking him over. The blood was gone from his body, his chest rising as he took his first breath. You starred in awe. Dante's fingers began to twitch. You brought your hand to your chest, as if holding your heart.


"Dante...?" you said slowly, unsure.


His eyelids began to flutter open. Dante's gaze looked dazed, very distant. He lifted his hand, bringing it towards his eyesight. He analyzed it as if he has never seen such a thing. Dante closed his fingers over his palm, and then opened them up, practicing his movement. You couldn't breath, seeing the life back in Dante was so overwelming. You cried, supressing your sobs under the palm of your hand.


"_--_______?" he called to you.


You closed your eyes, your hand still against your chest as if it hurt to see him speaking again. Finally, you threw yourself over his body, embracing him tightly as you cried. Dante placed his arms around you, stroking your hair soothingly.


"Where are we? What happened?"


His voice sounded so soft in your ears. You let out a whimper, your grip on him tightening, never letting go. His touch, this feeling, it felt so real, though something in the back of your mind knew this was nothing more then a dream. However, what you didn't know that this was very real for Dante. He could not understand what happened. He remembered being stabbed in the stomach, a demonic energy ripping through his insides, and then all went black when his body landed on the ground. He remembered when lying in darkness he heard a woman's voice, the voice of someone important to him. Eva, his mother. She said something, saying that it was not his time to die yet, his destiny must be fulfilled. He didn't understand. Did he die?


"A-Aeon's brother, Orein, killed you. He took you away from me."


You lifted away from Dante, drying away your tears as he sat up. He starred at you with a thoughtful gaze. His limbs still felt numb, it was hard to get use to their movement again. He looked over his body, the gash and blood across his stomach was now gone, only left now was a long scar. He ran his fingers across it, saying to himself that it will heal away with time. He looked back at you, suddenly wrapping his arms around you tightly.


"What did they do to you?" he asked.


You closed your eyes, taking in a deep breath. "I remember seeing you dead on the floor, then Aeon knocked me out. I woke up in a room. I think I'm back in the castle we were captured before, but I'm not sure. I know this is useless to tell you. I know this is only but a dream."


A dream? No, this was real to Dante, very much real. Maybe that connection that Lucinda had talked about was what brought him back? Were you really that powerful? Your powers were becoming more mysterious with every passing second, creating far more confusion and questions.


"Aeon said that he was going to manipulate me into helping him rule other dimensions. I don't know what to do. I want to be strong, but it's hard when I have the death of you riding on my back."


Dante said nothing. Maybe it was smart not to tell you about the connection the two of you shared. It was better to keep it hidden until he saved you from Aeon's grasp.


"Is Orein still with him?" Dante asked, pulling away from you.


You shook your head. "I don't know, I've just been stuck in this room."


Dante nodded his head in understanding, rubbing a tear from your eye. "Be strong, babe. Everything will turn out fine, that I promise."


"But you're gone, I'm not strong enough to fight Aeon alone. I'm too weak." You bowed your head in shame.


"You'd be amazed how strong your power is, trust me. Don't be crying about my death the whole time. Move on, find your way through. I know for a fact Aeon and Orein is no match for your power. You got a lot in you, _______. You got a lot of strength in you, you just don't realize it yet. I'll be with you in every step you take even if I'm not there physically."


"Do you promise?"


Dante smirked. "For sure."


Dante then leaned in, pressing his lips against yours. You could feel their warmth, as if he was actually with you.

Suddenly his figure vanished, absorbed into the darkness, leaving you alone again, in your mind's imagination.

He could hear it. The horns of cars, the squeals of the tires on the road, the engines of the vehicles roaring. He could hear life again. He could feel the night's wind brush against his face, stroking his silver hair. His eyelids felt heavy as he tried prying them open. He could taste the blood on his lips as he ran his tongue over them. Slowly, he was getting the feeling back in his arms, hand, legs, feet. Finally, he was able to open his eyes after the struggle. He gazed at the roof of his home, concentrating on getting the movement back in his limbs. Suddenly, he recoiled, feeling a terrible pain on his stomach. He cried out, abruptly sitting up, placing his hand on the wound. He took in deep breaths, starring down as a bright green light poured from the wound. His injury began healing it self, his blood disspearing away from his skin. He could no longer taste the blood on his lips. Immediatly he looked around the area of Devil May Cry. Destruction was everywhere, but he cared not of the condition of his home, he was only looking for a special someone.

"_______..." Dante whispered.

She brought him back. But how? Did her power really have the ability of resurrection? It was strange. Dante struggled to get up, stumbling. He had to get her back, he had to save her from Aeon, from Orein.

"My dear son, it isn't your time yet. You cannot join me now. You must go save her, save the one you love. Help her through this, it is your destiny. You were destined to be with her, for the two of you to have a connection. Now go, save her from the clutches of evil. Save her from the same evil thoughts that your father lived to destroy. Go..."

Dante saw a red glow coming from his pocket. He pulled out the amulet that his mother gave to him as a gift. The light ceased. He placed it around his neck. Something about the amulet might help him through this. He walked over Rebellion, picking up the large sword and placing it on his back. He walked out the door, or where the door once was and gazed up at the night sky.

"Don't worry, _______. I'm coming for you."

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*Author's Note: Dante! Dante's back! Yay!