Devil May Cry

Dimensions to your world and the next

Chapter 57

Wanrings: Language and Violence

*Author's Note: Did Aeon lock you in that room? Let's check!

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"What are you doing in here?"

The voice was loud, demonic, and frightening. You took a step back, almost losing your footing. This was not the place to be running away in. Another step and you would trip over something. The door was beyond the figure but whoever it was wouldn't let you pass. They were broad, tall, and angry. You swallowed hard, tightly shutting your eyes. Your heart was thudding loudly. You wouldn't be surprised if they heard it. You took in a deep breath, opening your eyes once again.

"I...I'm sorry. I was just trying to find my way back in my room."

"You know very well that your room isn't beyond this door."

You sucked in your breath. He was right. At least the figure sounded like a man. Could it be Orein? No, his voice was deeper. You stumbled with your words, your hands at your chest, afraid. You took another step back, unaware of the canvas behind you. Time seemed to stop as you tipped over, your back landing against the tiled floor. You grunted when you hit the floor. Immediately, you lifted your torso by your arms, and looked up at the figure. Your eyes were slowly adjusting to the darkness but not yet could you recognize who the man was. He was intimidating from this angle.

You almost heard yourself whimper.

"I never want to see you set foot in this room again."

This time, the voice was calm, and human. You nodded vigorously, agreeing with anything he had to say.
"I'll never come in here again, I swear. I didn't mean to intrude. I was looking for my room and got lost. I got a little curious."

The man sighed. He bent, lending you a hand. Reluctant, you gazed at it, uncertain. Slowly, you brought your hand upon his and he held it tightly as he lifted you up. You stood only a short distance away from him, and distinctly you could see the glossy sheen of his eyes. The colour of his iris looked golden. The man stepped aside, looking away from you.

"Go."

You needn't be told twice. You jogged to the door, opening it and stepped into the hall. You glanced back only for a moment once the light hit the shine of indigo hair before you turned the corner. You must have seen the darker side of Aeon, if that really was him. Your room was now the only place you wanted to be. You had not noticed that you were running until a few seconds after you have ran through the long hall. You yelped when you had almost run into a woman who had been turning the corner. You tried to skid to a halt, only slipping on the carpet and landing on your rear. The woman scoffed, not attempting to assist you in anyway. The woman looked to be in her thirties. Her long onyx hair was tied in a braid ending just below her mid back. She had light gray eyes that looked almost as white as snow. She was not human. Was she one of the demon servants Tina mentioned?

"I don't know how Aeon could deal with such strange humans," she muttered.

The woman walked away, her sea green dress dragging behind her. You pulled yourself up.

"Oh, _______. What are you doing here?"

Tina had turned the corner. You assumed she was following the other woman. You brushed yourself off and frowned towards her.

"Could you help me to my room?"

Concern was on her face but she nodded. She agreed to do so, and pulled you along towards the opposite direction.
"I thought you were having dinner with Lord Aeon."

"Things didn't turn out so great. Look, I don't want to talk about it. I just want to get to my room and sleep the night away."

"Are you sure?"

"Very."

Tina said no more. She led you to your room easily. She opened the door for you, forcing a smile.

"Have a good sleep, hun. It's been a long day," she said.

"You can say that again."

Tina closed the door behind you and you ran your fingers through your hair. Dragging your feet to the bed, you landed with a thud, tired and relieved. Never again would you enter that room. Aeon was almost as frightening as his brother.

The pillow caressed your cheek and you nuzzled your nose into it. It was then did you realize how homesick you were.

How were your parents? How were they dealing the fact that you were no where to be found? They probably reported you missing, and you were sorry that your mother and father had to deal with such misery. I would come back if I could. But you couldn't. You were stuck in this world. Your eyelids fluttered, begging to rest. Clearing your mind, you shut your eyes and let out a breath.

The darkness engulfed all that contained light. Why must it be so dark? You didn't know. You had a dream just like this, everything in black, nothing else around. Looking around, you did not know where to go. Randomly, you picked a direction and walked ahead, where ever it would lead. Your footsteps did not even utter a sound, and the place felt hollow, lonely, and quiet. At the corner of your eyes, you made sure there was nothing there to pop up. You really didn't want to be frightened again. The farther you walked; you could see you were approaching a figure. A crouching figure sat on the black floor. Silently, you walked towards them, realizing they had silver hair. Dante. He looked absolutely surrounded by solitude. Why was he haunting your dreams?

Was he here to help you through all of this, the moments before the ending of existence? He possibly now would be considered your guardian angel.


Tilting your head, you smiled, stopping only inches away. "Hey..."


Dante looked up, and instantly jumped to his feet when he recognized you. "________. I was worried I might not be able to talk to you tonight."


You knelt, sitting down and gesturing Dante to do the same. He complied. "Thank you for waiting. Dante, I honestly don't know how I'm going to do this without you. I miss you, I'm afraid, I'm lost, and I'm lonely. I even miss your stupid flirting remarks."


Dante slightly laughed. "That bad, huh?"


You shrugged. "I guess."


Dante frowned as he looked at you, you had something on your mind, and your face almost looked pale.

Something had happened before you went to sleep.


"________," he said. "What happened?"


You looked up at him, staring into those blue eyes of his. "I'm scared."


"What do you mean scared?" Anger formed in Dante's eyes. "What did he do to you?"


"He didn't hurt me or anything. But I finally saw the true potential of Aeon's anger."


"Are you sure he didn't do anything to you? He didn't hit you?"


You shook your head hard. "No, of course not, he wouldn't do that."


"How do you know?" Dante asked.


You averted your gaze to the black ground. "I think...he wants to build a relationship with me."


Dante blinked a few times before asking reluctantly. "What?"


"He acts as if you never died, like you were never murdered by his command, by his brother's hands. Aeon is trying to make me comfortable; he wants me to trust him. He's not forcing me to help his plans; he's giving me a choice."


"And if you say no?" he questioned.


"I already have. And he left the room mad as ever."


"Babe, I know this sounds lame, but you have to be strong. You can stall a few more days before I--" Dante cut himself off. He was not supposed to mention his coming.


"Before you...?" you begged him to continue.


"Before I might lose contact with you."


Dante didn't want to lie to you, but there was not much he could do to clean up what he said before.


"Contact? You mean I won't talk to you again?"


You became frantic. Dante was your only salvation, he stood between you and the edges of what was left of your sanity, and you couldn't do this without him. He was the only one you could talk to.


Dante sighed. "It's a possibility; I don't know how long I can keep speaking to you before I go to wherever I'm supposed to go." Dante slightly grimaced. If you only knew how much he wanted to tell the truth.


You frowned. "Where do you think you'll be going?"


"Hell," he answered with no hesitation.


Once again, it became silent, and you did not know what to say to him. Dante was dealing through a lot. His death, for one, where his next life would start would be second and then how he would live his afterlife in eternity. Opening your arms, you welcomed him to a hug, and he agreed with the gesture, wrapping his arms around your waist. He rested his head upon your shoulder, his lips barely grazing the crook of your neck. You rested your chin on his shoulder, your arms wrapped around his back.


"I'm sorry," he whispered.


Confusion struck you. "For what?"


"For not protecting you when I should have. Now you're going through hell."


Pulling away, you looked into his face. "I might be, but you can't blame yourself for that. It just happened. We weren't expecting the true power of Aeon. We didn't expect he would have his brother..." A tear slid down your cheek "kill you."


Dante looked deep into your eyes as they glazed over with tears. You were still grieving.


"Dante, I..." Trailing off you began leaning in.


Unfortunately, he brought his fingers to your lips, ceasing your movement. He didn't want to leave just yet. He still had something to say.


"________, what ever happens to me, whatever happens to you, just know that--" Dante stopped as you waited. Slightly, he smirked. "It's so weird saying this. I've never really said it to a girl. Hell, I was never even this honest with a girl before."


"Say what?" You furrowed your brow.


"I...I love you."


Your heart skipped a beat. "Come again?"


Dante cocked a brow. "I love you?" he now said with uncertainty.


Although flattered, you grew a little curious. "You've never said that to another woman?"


Dante pursed his lips and shook his head. "Is that pathetic?"


You smiled. "It's flattering... It's maybe too late, but I love you, too. I realized that after you were gone. I'm sorry we couldn't..."


"Spend more time with each other?" You nodded slowly. "Our time will be catching up soon."


With that, he kissed your lips, and you were brought away from the darkness, questions nagging at you.

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*Author's Note: Dante loves 'you'! Hurray!