Devil May Cry

Dimensions to your world and the next

Chapter 56

Wanrings: Language and Violence

*Author's Note: Okay, so it doesn't look like there is a lemon in here, and it's possible I could be wrong. So anyway, this could finish up tomorrow. No, it will finish up tomorrow. If I do up to sixty today, then there will be the last few tomorrow. I'm gonna miss you all very much, and I wish DS had more stories I could edit. Feel free to re-read this, if you want, I do enjoy people's thoughts on this.

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"Dante, would you please stop pacing..." Lucinda whispered.

Dante's constant footsteps going back and forth in the room were causing a headache. Dante ceased, apologizing for his insensitivity. He walked towards the bed Lucinda was sitting on and sat beside her.

"I can't stop thinking about what's happening to her..." he said.

Lucinda sighed, placing her hand on his back affectionately as she rubbed it soothingly. "Honey, you have to relax. Aeon will not do harm to her by any means. All he can do now is manipulate her."

Dante stood once again. "That's exactly what I'm worried about. He'll manipulate her into forgetting about me, about you, about everything she cared for. That bastard is going to make her into his own personal puppet."

"You could contact her in her dreams, remember? Make it your mission to make sure she doesn't forget about us. Have her choose the right path, right choices."

Dante walked towards the window, the rain hitting against the glass like needles as thunder arose in the silence of the evening. He frowned, starring at the rain drops as if they were painting a picture of her face. He turned back to Lucinda whom waited for his voice.

"I really miss her, Lucinda. I can't imagine how Ill be when she returns home."

Lucinda gave a sad smile and patted the space beside her, gesturing for him to sit beside her. He did immediately, leaning over and rested his head on her lap. Lucinda smoothed his hair with her fingers, stroking it with care.

"Dante, please, just relax. This stress will make you faint one of these days. You shouldn't think so much and put all the responsibility down on your shoulders. I'm here to help you, to help her. Everything will be all right in the end, I can feel it."

Dante didn't argue. She was a fortune teller after all. As he stared at the other side of the motel room they were staying in, his mind wondered off to her, to her beautiful smile, her beautiful eyes. Before he knew it, he was asleep.

It was dark around, quiet even. Dante stood straight, gazing around. I must be dreaming, he thought. The next thought that came into mind was her. Was she asleep too? He hoped to God she was. Dante called out to her in the darkness, hoping to connect his dream with hers but it was too silent. His mind was connecting to no ones. He was alone.

The knock on the door brought your senses to heighten. You looked away from the book you were reading. It was history of the Dimension-Enchanters, also known as Dimentoriums, which was another name you had learned. This history fascinated you after being urged to read one of the books by Aeon. You were almost halfway through the book, but the interruption had brought your mind else where now. Tina entered the room, a small smile on her lips.

"Hey there... Aeon has an invitation for you to join him for dinner."

You starred at her for the moment. You were hungry, you had to admit. You closed the book on your lap and stood from the bed.

"I guess I rather be in his company then starve."

During that time in the library, Aeon spent the time with you, teaching you about your unknown heritage. He was very knowledgeable on the subject, that it had surprised you. He helped you understand your powers better, evening promising that he would teach you how to use them tomorrow, if you would comply that is. It was strange; it seemed he was a totally different person now, so much more polite and friendly. You hadn't noticed but your grudge for him was beginning to lower, yet your hatred for Orien was as high as ever.

Tina frowned at your answer but quickly hid it with another smile. "Right this way then, milady."

"Please, just call me _______."

Tina nodded in understanding and led you into the hall. The two of you were quiet as you walked; it was also very quiet around the place. Suddenly, a shock of pain hit your head. You let out an immediately yelp, holding your head as you fell on your knees. Tina whirled around, startled but ran to your side.

"Are you all right?" she asked.

You couldn't hear her. All you heard was a male's voice calling your name, and every time you heard his voice a wave of pain struck at you. It was then quiet again. You blinked a few times, waiting in case the pain came back, but there was nothing. Tina stared at you with concern and helped you on your feet.

"What's the matter?" she asked.

You shook you head. You couldn't answer the question. "Probably a serious headache...but I'm fine now."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm fine." You said more firmly.

She nodded, still holding onto your arm. "You should be fine once you get a bite to eat."

You followed once again towards the dining room, wondering about that strange pain and that voice. Could it be that you were going insane, or that there was another reason behind all this? You stopped yourself from thinking about it for too long as you reached the large and long staircase towards the dining room. You hadn't seen this floor of the large area and trailed your eyes over every possible thing you could see. The long red carpet over the stairs and going down the hall was one thing that caught your eye. The large white stone statues were another, along with the large paintings.

They were completely amazing, taking your breath away, they were stunning.

"Beautiful, aren't they?" Tina spoke.

"Yeah, they are."

"They were actually painted by Aeon himself."

You gawked at her, almost believing that she was lying but that look on her face said otherwise. You looked at the paintings you passed by.

"He has a thing for painting wars against angels and demons, huh?"

"Aeon tends to paint whatever he may see in a dream. In the past, he dreamt mostly about war against Heaven and Hell. He paints what he sees."

You had never expected Aeon to be such an artist but there were a lot of things in the world you still didn't understand. The two of you reached the doors leading to the dining room. Tina stopped, turned and bowed to you.

"Have a wonderful dinner, Miss ______."

"You're not eating with us?"

She shook her head. "I have other duties to attend to. It will only be you and Lord Aeon dining. He is just waiting beyond those doors. Now, if you'll excuse me."

She began walking away. You watched as she went and then averted your eyes towards the doors. You took in a deep breath and entered. Closing the door behind you, you looked around the room. It was very long and the roof was very high. The table set in the middle of the room was also very long, many chairs set with it.

"I'm glad you have decided to join me."

You brought your sight towards Aeon down the right end of the table. His hands were folded behind his back. You looked towards the table, two plates set with silver coverings.

"Please, sit."

Aeon pulled out a chair, gesturing for you to take a seat. Reluctantly, you walked over to it, hesitating once again when you reached his side. He waited patiently as you took the seat, and pushed you in. He walked to the chair beside yours, taking his seat also.

"I wasn't sure you would decline or not."

"I could only ignore my stomach for so long."

"Ah, so it was hunger that urged you to agree with my invite. Fair enough. Anyway, let us eat."

Finally, something you could agree with. You lifted the silver covering and could have sworn your stomach leaped for joy once you eyes saw the food on the silver platter. Mashed potatoes on the side with what looked like beef, gravy on top, some green vegetables you couldn't decipher and mushrooms. You licked your lips, your pupils growing bigger at the sight, it was just so beautiful. Immediately you grabbed the fork and swallowed down the food. Aeon watched you with his chin rested on his folded hands, his elbows propped up on the table. It took only a moment to consider his stare. You stopped eating and gazed at him, a little embarrassed. Aeon only smiled.

"I didn't realize how hungry you were," he remarked.

You wiped your mouth with a napkin, your cheeks still red. This time you tried to eat more slowly despite your stomachs refusal.

"Did you find the book I gave you interesting?" Aeon asked.

"I..." you cleared your throat, "I do have to admit, it is interesting."

"But...?"

You starred at him with uncertainty. "But what?"

"Oh, my dear, there is always a 'but' with you. I know I have not fully convinced you in the matter."

You frowned. "You're trying to convince me into something that's morally wrong."

"Is that so?"

Narrowing your eyes, you replied. "I'm not naive. I know what your plans are. You're going to use my powers to rule all dimensions. You are just playing this polite and nice act so I can believe you. I know my principles. I still dont want to take part in ruling anything." Aeon was silent as he leaned against his chair. "I've read some of the Dimentoriums used their powers for good or evil, they were chosen for that purpose...to see what will be their permanent choice for their life. Some chose their demise, and I for one will not choose that destiny. I'm still not going to help you rule the other dimensions, no matter how much hospitality you give me."

Aeon narrowed his eyes. You didn't know if you had struck a nerve, Aeon was so hard to read at times. He tapped his fingers on the table in an annoyed manner. You contained your composure; intimidation was not something that was going to pull you back. Although you had been interested in the book, and history of your kind, but it didn't mean you were in tuned with the idea of taking over all dimension. It was unjustified. Aeon starred at you hard before standing up.

"It will only be a matter of time."

He then left the room, his plate of food completely untouched. Once he left, you cussed under your breath. How the hell were you getting back to your room? On the bright side of things, this did you give you the opportunity to explore the place, even though it wasn't so welcoming. You waited for a moment before standing. Your stomach was satisfied and there was no reason to stay. You walked your way towards the doors, peeking through before walking into the hall. No one was anywhere near, but the only thing that was bothering you was the last thing Aeon had said. He was determined, you now knew. You began walking down the hall with slow strides, trying to find your way back to your room, which you found was the safest refuge. You took the time to gaze at each painting more carefully now that you had the time.

You turned the corner and continued on, finding a hall with no paintings whatsoever. Turning another corner you found yourself at a dead-end. You sighed, about to turn back when you spotted a lone door at the end of the hall. Curiosity got the better of you and before you knew it, you were walking towards it. You brought your hand to the door knob and turned it. The door opened effortlessly. You walked in. The room was completely white. There were objects under white sheets surrounding you. They looked to be canvases confined from the human eye. Looking around, you noticed the corner of a canvas that was not hidden. The colour was visible as far as you could see. You walked towards it, bringing your hand to the end of the white sheet. Slowly, you pulled it off, dropping the sheet in shock. It was a painting of a girl that looked utterly identical to you. You gawked at it, the image of you, and a strange light surrounding your body in a twist. Behind you were what looked like chaos, the skies were dark, red, and the light from the lightening were formed into what looked like eyes, ember eyes. You heard a footstep and you whirled around, a figure in front of you. Before you could determine who it was, the door slammed shut and everything was covered in darkness.

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*Author's Note: You got locked in a room, maybe? Let's see....