Devil May Cry
Dimensions to your world and the next
Chapter 59
Wanrings: Language and Violence
*Author's Note: Okay, so there's gonna be this chapter, and the next, then I'm done for the night. Tomorrow, we will conclude your story. I am anxious to finish, and at the same time, I don't wanna finish. I love editing these stories by DestinedShadow, and I love putting them up on here (with her permission, of course). I'm gonna be bored without more to edit.
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"_______, may I come in?"
Long and absently did you stare at the door. You had been pacing the room aimlessly, as if you could decipher the strange occurrences that have been addressed about thirty minutes ago. How was Dante alive? You wish you knew, and now that you knew he was surely alive, you wished he wouldn't approach the mansion. Aeon and Orein were aware of his arrival, meaning they would prepare with great defense. Orein might be successful in killing him this time.
Another knock at the door and you opened it.
"Sorry I was--"
"No need to apologize. May I enter?" Tina asked.
"Yeah." You stepped aside and watched as she placed clothing on the bed you had slept in for countless days. "What's that?"
"Aeon has requested you wear this," she informed.
Stepping forward, by her, you gazed down at the snow white gown. It looked like those Victorian dresses, though the skirt of the dress was not so big and puffy. On the contrary, it looked tight until it reached the bottom where it opened like a flower in bloom. The torso had a laced corset and no sleeves.
"Why?" you questioned.
She only shook her head. "No idea. I have no clue what exactly is going on. Aeon has been acting strange."
"I'm not wearing it."
Tina looked up at you. "I wish it were that easy." She let out an exasperated sigh. "He said if you were not willing to wear it, he'd visit you personally."
Why? Why now was he so demanding? I don't understand. You took a seat at the foot of your bed, and thought for a moment. What harm could a dress do? And did you really want an answer to that? Of course not. Still, you had an untimely urge to refuse him. There was nothing you owed Aeon. But really, if you thought long and hard, you could remember how frightened you were to encounter Aeon's dark side. He really has changed since that day. The painting came to mind, the one he painted of you--or what could be a girl resembling you, you were not exactly sure. He envisioned you to be by him, an ally to his cause. His dreams were more then wrong. Now, you believed he finally realized that. Aeon was now using force with his tactics, negotiating was no longer necessary now that he has become desperate. Dante had caused a rise of panic in Aeon.
Closing your eyes, you smiled. A smile of insanity, it could have been, maybe you were losing your mind, but you had already decided what to do next. This was going to be for Dante. "Let him come."
"________, hun--" Tina grasped your shoulders--"listen to me when I tell you this. Aeon is in a critical condition, it is not often he gets into this state. He may seem calm most of the time but he still is a creature from Hell. Under that calm exterior lays a beast in dormant, ready to awaken at a snapping, unfortunate opportunity. He can become more frightening then his own brother. Do you understand me? I'd hate to see you get hurt."
The smile from your lips faded. "Why do you care so much?"
She smiled slightly. "I see so much of me in you. A brave front, yet you are afraid in the inside. I don't want to see you have the same fate I did."
"What was that?"
"To be forced to become a servant of Aeon."
You furrowed your brow. "I don't get it; you seem so at home here. If you don't like Aeon, just leave."
Tina shook her head. "It's not that simple. You see, I have no where else to go, this is my only refuge. I have a debt that needs to be repaid."
"By slaving yourself for years? This isn't a life for you!"
"It is the only life I have..." Tina lowered her hands. "I can't let you share the same."
You stood silent for a moment when a question of yours caught you off guard. "You know his next move, don't you?"
"I can't explain right now."
"Tina, if you wanted to help me, why are you insisting I wear this dress?"
"It's better this way. It will save you from Aeon's abuse. Now, put it on. I promise I will help you through this. I'll be the guardian angel I never had."
"Thank you." Tina stared at you with caution. "You've helped me feel less alone then I really am. You kept me sane in this place. I appreciate it." You gave her a warm smile, which you hoped she would return.
And she did. "You're a really good person, _______. Don't worry about a thing, salvation will come before completion."
"What?" you questioned with confusion.
She held up the dress. "You'll understand later, now get undressed before Aeon comes to the door wondering why you are not down there yet."
Pulling your shirt over your head, you began unfastening your pants. Tina pulled the gown over your head and down to its preferred position. She began tying the strings on the back of the corset.
"Why do I even need to wear this?" You sucked in your breath as you felt the corset tighten over your torso. It was as if your breasts were suffocating.
"It's for the ritual."
"Ritual? What ritual?"
"You'll find out soon." Tina finished the knot and walked around you, looking you up and down. "I think we ought to leave your hair as it is. But you cannot wear those." She pointed towards your running shoes.
You pouted. "Why not?"
Tina walked towards your wooden oak dresser which you had never opened. She pulled back the doors and bent to grab what looked like a pair of high heels. The last time you could remember wearing high heels was for your aunt's wedding, and that was over a year ago.
"No way. I don't work so well with high heels."
"It'll be fine." She turned to you, holding up them up. They were white four inch stilettos with long straps that looked to be tied crisscross around your ankles. She handed them to you. "Put them on."
"It looks a little to big on me." You sat at the foot of the bed and began putting them on. "Where did you get all these clothes anyway?"
"Aeon's special storage," Tina replied. You weren't sure if she was joking or telling the truth.
After fiddling with the straps, you stood up and twirled around. "So? How do I look?"
"Like you're not up for a ritual, but you do look lovely. With your natural beauty, we won't need any make up."
You blushed lightly, but Tina hadnt caught it. She grabbed your arm and pulled you with her out the door. "Slow down, would you?" You staggered for a moment.
"I'm sorry, its just, I promised Aeon that we would be down by ten minutes, it's been fifteen."
She was really afraid of Aeon now, from what you could see. Was he really now more frightening then his brother?
Something was about to go down, and Aeon was trying to be as fast as he can, which meant, Dante was really closing in. Dante, stay away...it might not be safe for you. They might actually kill you this time. What if they do? You didn't want to here that suggestion. Lucinda was with him, maybe he will be fine. Lucinda...she was still in the hospital when they took me here. Did Dante take her before she was ready to go? Although, she did look fine in the image I saw. Everything is becoming so confusing now.
"We're almost there," Tina informed.
You wanted to avoid those grand doors. You hated the vibe that room was giving off. You couldn't really explain the strange feeling. It was like the hairs on the back of your neck were standing up, like goose bumps appearing on your skin. Listen to myself, I sound like those people featuring in those shows dealing with haunted places. However, you really did feel that way. It was strange but true. Your heels clinked when you stepped on the marble floor. You were getting closer, and now that nervous tightening in your stomach was beginning to form. What was going to happen to you now?
Only a foot away from that room and Eerious has already stepped out. He gazed at the two of you with what seemed like relief and anger.
"Where have you two been?"
"We're here, aren't we?" Tina retorted.
Eerious rolled his eyes, and it was the first time you could see the tension between those two. "Aeon is more then ready for the ritual, and now that the girl has finally arrived, you may go, Tina."
Tina squeezed your wrist for a moment before letting you go. She glanced at you and gave a nod, mouthing the words, "Don't worry, I'll be here."
"Come along, girl, Aeon does not want to wait any longer." Eerious pulled you towards the door and pushed you forward. "Do your chores, Tina."
You glanced back, seeing the immense glare Tina was giving Eerious. She flipped the bird to his back and you almost laughed. Holding it in took much force, but it was possible. Now was a time to be at your highest point of seriousness.
The grin on your face had disappeared as soon as you saw Aeon and his brother. They had prepared a gathering of the Armmedessons, kneeled to the floor with their heads bowed. They were all over the place, their familiar beast nature tamed. The Alter was set with a golden chalice at the middle, lying atop a white sheet. Ruby stones were embedded on the chalice, wrapped around the edges. Beside it was a white towel, held down by silver (from what you could see). It was impossible to identify the piece of silver as soon as Aeon caught the attention.
"We must do this quickly," he spoke. "Eerious."
Aeon's right hand man gave him a nod and muttered an incantation. Immediately you knew what was to happen next.
Eerious had done this before. His blessed magic would bind you again if you didn't fight fire with fire. Now was a good a time as ever to practice your Drancikuo. Drancikuo had been another word you had learned from the history of the Dimentoriums. You thought that maybe reading the books given to you by Aeon; you would learn more about your given powers. But it was all in vain. Deep down inside you really knew that Aeon wouldn't give you books teaching you the ability to escape from his clutches. Still, you had so much encouragement in yourself that you could use your power.
It was your power, it was your responsibility to learn to master it.
You remembered the time Dante and you tried to figure it out, his assertive ways to get you to use them. Agitation was your source of controlling your abilities; this was something you and Dante both learned. But there had to be another way besides being agitated to build them up. However, it was insufficient that you had no time to think of a new possible way. It wouldn't be hard to make yourself feel nervous, fortunately. Today might be the day Aeon does something completely drastic and terrible, and no doubt you will be centered in this disposition. If you didn't act now, many people could die, be enslaved, and or live a horrible life. Pressure was on you, and your nerves were about set. A sensation enveloped your exterior and you began to imagine the other side of the room. Small steps were essential when practicing; imagining an area much farther to teleport might provoke a sticky mess. You kept your eyes open this time, you will not be afraid of your own power. Like other times, fear had forced you to close your eyes, but not this time.
Suddenly, the space in front of you began to distort and at the corner of your eyes, you could see your skin begin to glow a tint of snow-white blue. The distortion was not happening because your vision was becoming lost, but because you really could see a warped hole forming. Was this black hole the abyss that engulfs you and sends you into a new area before a second passed? No one, besides you, could see the warped hole from what you have observed. Aeon and Orein stared toward you, when you knew the hole would catch their eye's attention. You smiling, knowing that this now was your first successful practice.
A grin formed on Aeon's lips. "Nice try, sweetheart."
The warped hole instantly began to decrease in size and before you knew it, it disappeared. You looked at your arms and hands, wondering what exactly had happen, and what Aeon was grinning about. At that moment, the glow on your skin began to dissolve--no, it wasn't dissolving, it was being absorbed. The confusion prevented you to speak a word and you gazed with wide eyes as your glow slid away from your arms and seep right into the dress, where the light faded.
"What--how?" You were not at the state to create a legible sentence.
"You didn't really think that I made you wear that dress because I wanted to make you look pretty, did you?" Aeon let out a short chuckle. "Although, I must say, it doesn't look bad on you."
You grabbed a handful of the dresses fabric. "What the hell is this made out of, sponges?"
"Foolish girl," Orein spoke. "It is made out of fabric capable enough to absorb the strongest of power. Hell's finest."
Eerious' whispering concluded and immediately a yellow ring of energy surrounded you. Instantly, it tightened and though you made an effort to escape, the ring caused you to lose your balance and fall on your stomach. Pulling your arms free was an attempt not plausible.
Aeon approached, his feet just by your nose. "I couldn't risk the idea of you attempting to escape, especially now that the son of Sparda is making his way here. However, with this kind of fabric, it is usually created as sashes or belts, but I wasn't certain if a sash was large enough to absorb your power. A dress sounded more realistic."
"What are you trying to accomplish anyway? Dante will get here before you could even try to take over this dimension, let alone the others," you retorted.
Aeon pulled you up to your feet, a firm grip on your arm. "Oh, no, you misunderstand. Taking over this dimension isn't the plan at the moment. No, that's for celebration. I have an easier and quicker tactic." Aeon brought you towards the alter.
It was at that moment did you decipher what the piece of silver was. It was a clean, sharp dagger. "What are you going to do?"
"You'll see soon enough," Aeon replied.
He let you go and walked towards the monument, placing his palm over top and swiping it across. The trail his hand left was replaced by strange writing. Some of the letters looked familiar; possibly you have seen them from the book Maxis once owned. The letters began to glow a golden light, as if particles of the sun was embedded in them. Aeon turned and looked towards Eerious, nodding his head. Eerious gave a nod in return and brought his index and middle finger to his lips sideways, his other fingers folded into his palm. Once again, he whispered those forbidden words. You realized the golden ring binding your arms to your sides was beginning to move. At that instant, it divided into four pieces, each piece wrapping tightly around each wrist and ankle. The rings, as if containing gravity like force, began spreading your arms away from your body and you began to lift you from the air.
"Let me go!" you shouted.
You pulled from your wrists, but it could not be done. It was slow at first as you lifted from the ground, but soon enough, the force jolted, slamming your back against the surface of the monument. Your arms were spread out horizontally; your legs were at a vertical parallel. You hung there just as Dante once had. You began to breathe heavily, thinking that you might have to face the exact same pain Dante had overcome. You wouldn't be able to take that much, you were only human, you had no demonic energy that would set you free, and your power was shot. You were afraid, imagining how your scream of pain would echo throughout the building. Aeon wouldn't kill you, would he?
"Please, just let me go," you pleading. Your eyes began to water.
"Afraid not, my dear," Aeon replied. "You should have agreed with helping my cause. There will be no second chances now." Aeon grinned. "As soon as I obtain your power, I have no use for you any longer."
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*Author's Note: Looks like there's gonna be some pain and suffering here! I wanna see, but chances are, Dante's gonna crash the party before anything can happen....