Devil May Cry

Dimensions to your world and the next

Chapter 61

Warnings: Language and Violence

*Author's Note: Okay, so this is the second to last chapter, and chapter sixty two has two parts, so have fun, I hope you enjoyed this, and I'm going to miss you all!

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Eerious stared towards the son of Sparda with complete curiosity and confusion. Aeon was at a slight surprise and Orein stood with no effect. Dante looked around the room, resting Rebellion on his shoulder. He brought his other hand onto his hip and stepped further into the room. Looking around with amusement, he looked straight towards Aeon and pursed his lips before grinning.

"You forgot to invite me to your party," he said. "I'm a very important guest, you know."

You couldn't blink as you stared at him. He wasn't supposed to be here, he was supposed to stay away. The tears ran down your cheeks and fell from your chin as you shuddered.

"Dante, get the hell out of here!" you shouted. "Go!"

Dante gazed sternly towards Aeon and shook his head. "It's too late for that now. I'm here to take you home."

Lightening flashed around Dante's body, snapping and crackling as it surrounded him. An orange light began to glow from him. A bright light surrounded the room at an instant, along with a demonic cry. The flash disappeared, and in replace of Dante was a Devil.

"This is the last time I'll ever let you get your hands on her."

Dante's demonic voice caused Aeon to take a step back. Dante charged forward with a cry, dragging the blade of Rebellion to spark on the floor. Orein stepped quickly in front of Aeon, blocking the son of Sparda's attack. Orein pushed Dante back a few paces away.

"You should have stayed dead!" Orein shouted.

He jolted forward and slashed his sword towards Dante. He blocked it with ease, countering with a slash to Orein's gut.

A slice from Rebellion will not exactly kill Orein, this Dante knew. He needed to find a way to get him distracted. Dante held the hilt of Rebellion tightly, both hands gripping. He pulled the sword back and swung a hard strike against Orein.

His body flew back towards a wall. Immediately, Dante turned towards Aeon, pointing his sword to him.

"I'm going to make sure you suffer. You've done enough to interfere with my life."

Dante's threat sounded more dangerous in his demonic voice. He stepped forward towards the demon. Eerious instantly intercepted his path. He charged his scythe against the devil. Dante quickly caught the blade in his hand. While applying pressure, a sickening crack was heard. The blade of the scythe began to shatter. Eerious' eyes widened. Shards of the blade began falling to the floor.

"As a blessed human, why do you waste your life in serving a demon?" Dante asked him.

Eerious narrowed his eyes. "He's more then a demon, he's my lord. He promised me a part in the rule of all dimensions. I use my blessed powers to repay his generosity." Eerious smirked slightly. "I was given these powers for a purpose, and this is what I use them for!"

"Wrong answer." Dante pierced Rebellion through Eerious. He gasped out, blood dripping from his lips. "Blessed powers are used to serve the world, not a demon lord." Dante twisted the blade and forced it out of Eerious' body.

Eerious brought his hands to his deep wound as he fell to his knees, his white robe tinged with blood. "L-Lord Aeon...help me...," he cried. He brought one of his hands into view, his vision blurry at the sight of blood.

Aeon laughed lightly as he looked over the dying mortal. "You served your purpose, Eerious." He smiled. "To think I would even accept you beside me conquering anything is ridiculous. You were nothing but a faithful puppet."

Eerious' hand balled into a fist. "You...bastard!"

Turning, he stood and threw a punch across Aeon's face. The fist was caught.

"I gave my life to you! I protected you!"

Aeon smiled lightly, digging his nails into his fist. "Did you really think I would have a human be part of my rule?"

"You were to have that wretch be part of it!" Eerious shouted, gesturing towards you.

Aeon closed his eyes and grinned. "That's just the thing..." He brought his hand to Eerious' neck, pulling him in close. Aeon leaned his lips near his ear. "...She isn't human." Aeon pushed him on his back, where Eerious coughed out blood violently. Aeon stared back up at Dante. "Tell me, how'd you survive my brother's clutches?"

"That's a question for another day."

Dante charged forward, throwing his sword downward. Aeon dodged to the side, only a strand of his hair sliced by the attack. Once again, Orein returned to his brother's side, slashing his sword to the devil. You bit your bottom lip as you forced your wrists away from the monument, an attempt futile. There was nothing you could do at the moment. You were bound, your Drancikuo no longer worked on account of the fabric of the dress and your arm was bleeding heavily. Watching Orein and Dante go at it was like watching the event of a car crash to begin. You could watch, but there was nothing really that you could do to prevent it. Nerves developed in your stomach. One time was enough, if Orein would ever kill Dante again, and this time for good, you couldn't bear to see the result.

"Dante, please..." you began as the tears fell "I don't want to see you hurt. Just go, leave this place!"

Dante jumped away from Orein's attack and panted. "I'm not breaking a promise. I promised to protect you, I promised to take you home."

Orein cried out as he charged at Dante. "You damn half-devil! This time, I'll make sure you succumb to your demise!"

Dante side stepped, avoiding Orein's sword. Orein pulled out his second weapon, bringing it to Dante's side.

Immediately he blocked. A contest of overpowering one another began as they kept steady, empowering glares. For a brief moment, Dante glanced at Eerious lying on the floor. His blood had begun spreading across the white marble, his breaths deep. Slowly, he was dying, a human blessed by the heavens. Dante thought for a moment. There was only one thing he knew that could kill a demon knight from Hell, one such as Orein. Pure blood was the answer. The blood of a blessed human might help. Unfortunately, Eerious' blood was tainted because of his will to use his powers for evil. It may not kill the demon knight, but it sure as hell will injure him. Dante glided Rebellion away from Orein's blade and rolled to his right, where he stood and approached Eerious' dying figure. Dante dipped the blade of his sword into the puddle of blood. Orein came up behind, swinging his left sword horizontally towards Dante's back. Dante ducked beneath the attack, pivoted his foot, and stabbed Orein through the abdomen. The demon knight gasped and pulled back, Rebellion's blade sliding out of his body. A wound was shown through his armor, dripping with a glowing orange liquid.

"No!" Orein shouted. "It can't be!"

"Pure blood," Dante said. "It hurts, doesn't it?"

Orein panted as he fell on one knee, holding his wound. "This will not kill me," he informed with a short chuckle.

"No, it won't. But it's enough to hear you wail."

Without warning, Dante appeared with great agility, piercing Rebellion through his shoulder. Orein growled out a cry, dropping his right sword to the floor to hold his injury. He stood quickly and retreated a few steps back. He threw Dante an antagonizing glare.

Aeon gazed at his brother for a moment with nothing but indifference. "If you want something done..." He sighed. "Do it yourself." Ripping the dagger away from the Alter; he knelt down beside Eerious' body. "Maybe obtaining your power first will prove useful."

Eerious scrutinized Aeon as he breathed heavily, his life ticking away. "I...trusted you. I stayed...by your side..." He inhaled. "For every choice you...made." Eerious furrowed his eyebrows. "I refuse to let you...treat me like a tool!"

Eerious' hand that lay limply beside him glowed as he spoke, and immediately, after his last words, he brought his hand into Aeon's view. Blinded by the light, Aeon tried to move back. Eerious released the orb of the last ounce of his power.

Aeon grunted as the orb hit him square in the chest. His body hit and slid on the floor. Aeon turned over to his side. He spat a few droplets of blood and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Dante began to approach him, picking up the sword Orein abandoned, watching from the corner of his eyes as Armmedesson's began arising from the floor.

Holding the hilt of the dagger tightly, Aeon watched him carefully.

"You give a bad name to all demons." Dante stabbed Orein's sword down upon Aeon's leg. Aeon shifted it, the blade piercing only through the fabric and into the floor, holding him temporarily. "Lying to a human, using him as nothing more then a weapon, and having these pussy demons fight for you. Gives me a horrible taste in my mouth when I think I'm half like you."

Dante stepped over him, immediately swiping his sword across the neck of an Armmedesson. More began to surround him, and instinctively he went into action. One by one, they fell, and you could barely see all of Dante's moves. He was still in Devil Trigger form, his agility heightened with demonic incredibility. Orein forced himself up, but immediately he collapsed. The pain was tingling through his body, paralyzing him momentarily. Aeon in the other hand brought his hand towards the hilt of Orein's sword, pulling it out of the floor with all his might. Freeing himself, he threw the sword towards Orein, where it landed by his side.

"Heal quickly, Orein," Aeon said as he got himself to his feet. "I'll handle the son of Sparda for now."

You watched as Aeon brought himself to walk, slightly holding the pain in his chest. His lips began to move, silent whispers forming. The monument began to glow brightly. A flash came from the top of your head. A glowing white light glided across the monuments surface ending at your left foot where it broke into another line reaching towards your right wrist. Aeon grinned as a glowing pentagram formed beneath you.

"No--"

Immediately, you cut yourself off with an agonizing scream. A lightening pain was flowing through your body, nothing like you ever felt before; it literally felt like you were being ripped apart. Your horrifying scream echoed throughout the room.

Dante snapped his head to your direction. "No, _______!" Instantly, he ran as fast as his devil agility could take him.

"That's the thing with you humans!" Aeon shouted. "Your love towards one another lowers your concentration on the real problem!"

Aeon closed his eyes and drew his hands out. Slowly, his figure began to transform.

"_______!" Dante cried out. An orange glow enveloped his body, his normal, human-like form out in the open.

The binds on your wrists and ankles began to disintegrate. The binds belonged to Eerious, and now that he had passed on; his power was dying with him. As they began to fade, you began to fall forward. Dante stepped over the head of an Armmedesson and jumped forward. With his arms out stretched, he caught you before you fell to the ground. Dante then landed bent on his feet. He looked down at you with much concern, bringing his hand to your cheek. You fluttered your eyes open, as if waking up from a deep sleep.

"You okay?" he asked.

You stared at him quietly. "I...I think so. I think I passed out there for a second."

Dante slightly grinned. Suddenly, Dante brought his lips down to yours as a hard, longing, passionate kiss. "Let's get you out of here."

You nodded in agreement as he pulled you up to your feet, helping you balance yourself. It was as if that pain had come and gone in a flash, so immense and incredibly painful that you were beginning to feel nothing at all afterwards. Your head was dizzy, your eyes a bit drowsy. Only for a few seconds were you out of it while you were still bound on that monument. As you slowly looked up, you gasped frighteningly.

"Dante!"

Dante stared up also, his brows furrowed at the transformed demon before them.

"In case you haven't noticed, Son of Sparda, I need her."

Aeon's voice had changed along with his figure. Now standing at an alarming height, his hands turned into sharp, piercing claws. Two curved horns protruded from his forehead, his long flowing blue hair floating through the air. New features had developed a long whip like tail, along with torn bat like wings. His golden eyes bore into the two of yours. Aeon took a step forward, his surreal weight colliding like an earthquake onto the ground. Bringing one claw into a fist, he lifted it as it was engulfed with blue fire. Dante brought you behind him, holding a hand out to shield you. Aeon brought his fist back and threw it, releasing the ball of fire towards the two of you. Dante brought you into a tight embrace, shielding your eyes from the sight. An explosion was heard, the earth shaking slightly, but there was no impact.

"Dante, ______, this way!"

Dante and you turned to the voice. Lucinda stood at the broken doorway, her hands outstretched from her body, her hands glowing a green hue. A barrier stood before you, holding back the blue flame. Dante grabbed your hand and pulled you with him towards the exit. The two of you exited from the barrier just as it began to fade. The blue flame forced through as it disintegrated, impacting against the monument. The monument stood unharmed. Aeon turned towards Lucinda, growling.

"You wretch, I should have killed you!" he shouted.

"Let's go!" Dante cried out as they passed through the door way.

The three of you began sprinting towards the corridor. Orein stood, picking up the sword that lay by his side. His broken armor began to regenerate, healing over the wound Dante had created. Running forward, he made his way through the door way. Aeon took flight.

Lucinda followed close behind, her sight on your auras. Dante held a tight grip on your hand, looking back as the two demons began approaching.

"This may be the wrong time to ask, babe, but what's with the dress?" Dante questioned. "Was Aeon making you his bride or something?"

You glanced back for a moment. "No, it's made out of a hellish fabric that can absorb my powers, making me vulnerable to anything."

Dante looked back at you. "I thought they only made that into sashes."

"She has too much spiritual energy for a simple sash to absorb it. A dress sounded more realistic, I believe," Lucinda replied.

You nodded with agreement to her.

As Orein ran, he brought his right sword up in the air where it was enveloped by a blood red light. Bringing it down to the ground, three bursts of energy cut through the marble floor, aiming for the three of you. Dante skidded to a halt and snapped his fingers. A grey orb engulfed the area, time slowing down as the attack came. Dante wrapped you in one arm, Lucinda in another as he jumped, avoiding the slashes. The grey retreated back into Dante's hand, the speed returning to normal. Orein's attack hit hard against the wall behind them towards the corner they were reaching. Dante landed on his feet, where the three of you began running once again.

Did Dante even know where he was going? Probably not, he went by instinct, but you knew instinct was not enough for the twists and turns.

Aeon came at a great speed in the air, where his wings collided with the walls, breaking through them like a knife through butter.

"Lucinda, do you know how to get through here?" Dante asked abruptly.

"No, I just followed your auras."

"Shit," he cussed.

Turning another corner, in the distance, a figure stood.

"This way!" they shouted.

"Tina?" you wondered aloud.

Dante pulled you at a quicker speed as you followed behind Aeon's servant who was leading the way from afar. With his other hand, he pulled out Ebony and began shooting at the demonic Aeon.

"Your foolish toy has no effect!" Aeon informed.

Dante withdrew the gun. "Man, if that's his true form, he's one ugly dude."

Lucinda shook her head. "He's a morph; it is nothing but his many different forms."

"Perfect," Dante scoffed.

At that moment, Aeon's fist created another ball of blue flames and threw it towards you three. Just barely did it hit you as you turned a corner. Orein threw the same attack he had done before once again. Aeon threw his ball of flames. The two attacks entwined with one another, turning into a dark shade of purple. Lucinda turned towards the attack. She swiped her hand through the air, another barrier forming from floor to ceiling. The attack made a great impact, where the barrier began to shatter.

"Lucinda!" you cried out.

Dante let go of your hand and ran towards Lucinda. He picked Lucinda up just as her barrier began to fall into fragments. Orein ran to the barrier, piercing his two blades into it. The barrier busted into shards.

Tina opened a door to the right side of the hall, gesturing for all of you to quickly follow her. You quickly entered, Dante jumping in with Lucinda in his arms. Tina closed the door behind them and jogged across the room.

"We must move quickly," she said. "This door reaches to the entrance hall. You must hurry and escape."

"What about you?" you questioned.

Tina slightly smiled towards you. "Don't worry about me, I'll be fine."

Dante placed Lucinda back on her feet. "She's right; we have to get out of here as quickly as possible."

You gazed at Tina, a sad smile on your face. "Tina, I have to thank you for what you've done for me."

Tina returned the expression. "It was my pleasure, hun. I knew you didn't deserve a life like this."

It was hard to admit, but you knew there were tears forming at the corner of your eyes. Tina was like the older sister you never had, friendly, loving, loyal and honest. It was difficult to think that you probably would never see her again. To think, a servant of Aeon's was what brought the sanity and encouragement back to you. Abruptly and unexpectedly, you brought her into an embrace.

Then, the ground began to shake once again.

"______, babe, c'mon we got to go," Dante urged.

Parting, you wiped a tear from your eye. Dante took your hand and encouraged you to the door. Tina watched the three of you enter and exit. She saw you turn your head to look back and she waved goodbye, a farewell much too soon.

Why didn't she come with you? Why must she risk her life to serve a demon, a descendent from Hell? There was sensitivity in your heart for the sorrow you felt for her life here in a look-alike cathedral.

It was at the moment did you realize the ache and strain on your legs and feet. You've been running for a long time, longer then you had in a while. The adrenaline rushed through your veins and the anticipation was what implored you to continue on. The escape seemed so far, yet so close, as you gazed brightly towards the set of doors, the actual outside world in which you had forgotten. Already you could smell the scent of fresh air. Suddenly, the floor rumbled. The walls behind you broke into many pieces, the marble floor cracking. The shake of the ground caused you to step onto your dress, making you fall on your knees. Dante's hand slipped from your grasp as a blurred figure came between you two. Dante jumped back immediately. Drawing out Rebellion, a fight began with Orein and him. Lucinda ran towards your side when a rather large claw intercepted her path. The claw grasped you in its palm, lifting you from the floor.

"No, let me go!" you shouted at Aeon.

Simply he ignored you, tightening his grip. You coughed out the air that was squeezed out of you.

Dante gazed up, his eyes widening. "______!" he called out. Orein immediately threw him another attack.

Lucinda glanced up, staring at your aura as it glistened through the indigo blue aura of Aeon's. "______, channel your energy! You can overcome the dress!"

Aeon starred down towards her with a cynical glare. "Enough with you!"

Aeon brought a fist down hard towards her. You watched in horror as Aeon's fist collided to the ground.

"Lucinda? Lucinda!" you shouted with everything inside you. You tightly shut your eyes. An overwhelming sensation began to form within you. If felt like your insides was burning with incredible power. "No...I will not...I will not let another die because of me!"

Your skin began to glow a blood red. It's vibrant light engulfed the area. Your head tilted back as your eyes shot open.

Your pupils dilated, there color fading into the same blood red. The red light sparked so brightly, it was blinding. The corridor echoed with your cry. It was difficult to say what was happening. You felt you no longer had control of yourself, and you could see nothing in the light. But what you did know is that you were taking charge of the situation.

No longer will you be the damsel in distress. People got hurt because of that. Now was your turn to protect the ones that have protected you. The hold on you had disappeared, but somehow you still stayed off the ground as if floating like an angel above. Just then, your eye color turned back to normal, and the blinding red light faded back into you.

Weakness and fragility was the two things you felt at the moment as you began to descend from the air. You kept your eyes opened, absentmindedly looking around the area of destruction. Walls cracked, floor shattered, it no longer looked like a descent hall. Diving down, your body began to tilt at the gravity, your head being the first that would hit the ground as your feet dangled above you. You closed your eyes, and waited for yourself to collide.

Lucinda was knelt to the floor as she held her head, not precisely knowing what had just occurred. All she remembered was seeing darkness and then a blinding red light. Suddenly, nerves shot through her body, freezing her at that brief moment. She jerked her head up, and watched as you fell from the air, diving like a falcon in flight. Lucinda got to her feet immediately, ignoring any pain she felt for that moment. She ran a few paces, watching your aura as you fell. She jumped, the push of her heels giving her added height. Bringing her arms out, you dropped hard into her hold. Lucinda did her best to land back on her feet, only collapsing to her knees. She cradled you in her arms, hoping you were all right. She brought her hand to your cheek feeling warmth. If Lucinda didn't know better, she would have thought you had a fever. But everything began to come back to her as she collected her thoughts. You had just saved her life.

Opening your eyes, you looked up at Lucinda. Her red hair, normally tied in a messy bun, was sprawled loosely upon her shoulders. You never realized how beautiful her hair glistened in the light.

"You're okay...," you whispered.

Lucinda smiled. "Yes, but are you okay?"

You sat up and gazed at the white dress you wore. At the very corners it looked to have become black, as if burnt from an unknown source. That weak, fragile sensation was subsiding now that you were back on the ground. But right now, you had other things on your mind. What had happened to everyone else? You glanced around the corridor, impressed and slightly awed at what your own power has done to the place. At afar, you could see a figure lay across the floor, struggling to get back on his feet. His blue hair was recognizable enough, and his human-like figure back. Then, your mind trailed to Dante and Orein, who you had left sparring one another. A figure in the distance had their back leaned against the wall. The shining medal on the body was difficult to miss. You searched frantically for Dante. He laid a few paces away from Orein. He had pierced his sword, Rebellion, into the floor and was using it as support as he forced his body to his feet.

Your eyes widened slightly. "Dante...," you whispered. "What have I done?"

"Your energy...to over come something as strong as Hellish fabric is incredible," Lucinda replied. "With your blood so pure, your power was effective enough to hit everyone that had demon blood in them. Although Dante has human within him, his blood is still tainted with the blood of his father, Sparda."

You stared back at her. Confusion had struck you in odd ways. "Was my power...was it's purpose to destroy anything that had demon blood?" Your voice was hoarse and low.

Lucinda looked at you for what seemed like the longest time. Her eyes drifted away, her mouth a straight line. "I can't say for sure."

Aeon stumbled on his feet, catching the wall when his footing began to stagger. Bloody tears dripped from his eyes, gliding their way over his cheek bones. He brought one hand and wiped it away, smudging the thick liquid. "How...why are you suddenly immune to the dress?!" he shouted. "It's not possible, you don't have the power!"

Aeon seemed to be distraught. Your ability to push him away and return him to the form you knew had forced him over the edge. Your powers had the adeptness to alter reality. Everything he had planned for had burned into ashes from the fire you had created. His manipulation was no longer usable; you had made your choice. You would fight with and for Dante and those you cared for. Aeon was not your ally; he was an enemy from the very beginning. This brought him into realization, and into a frustrating state that it would be unpredictable for what he was planning to do now. His golden topaz eyes glistened with the light of hate and wraith. Lucinda helped you get yourself back on your feet.

Lucinda lifted a hand, a green transparent wall formed in front of Aeon. "You stay away. You do not have the right to steal the power of a Dimentorium!"

"Dimentorium..." He chuckled. "You foolish witch, I know more then you do about the subject. Your ability of seeing the future may be at an advantage, but there is so much you don't know."

"I know that you do not have the strength to move any closer." Lucinda smiled and dropped her hand, the barrier-wall instantly fading.

Aeon snickered and leaned against the wall to catch his breath. Dante glanced at Aeon before getting off his knee. His body ached, he had to admit, and his eyes slightly burned. But right now, he was going to be strong. This was more then the perfect opportunity to do what they had come here for. Dante pulled Rebellion out of the crevice it had created and brought it to his side. His eyes averted towards Orein. The demon knight lay against the wall as if he were a lifeless puppet. However, Dante could feel that he was still alive despite the burnt armor he wore, orange liquid spilling from any cavity that was in his armor. He was no longer a threat, not for the time being. Dante took a step away from him and made his way towards Lucinda and you, a smirk on his lips.

As he approached, he looked down to you. "I knew you were strong, but I didn't know you had this much in you."

A bright smile formed upon your face and immediately you embraced him. Dante had been caught off guard, but slowly he brought his arms tightly around you, nuzzling his face into your hair.

"You scared me, you know. I thought you were dead," you said.

"I was...," Dante whispered. "But I came for you; you brought me back to finish what I started."

You pulled back and stared at him oddly. "What do you mean?"

He shook his head. "I'll explain after we get out of here. Come on."

Dante nodded to Lucinda and took your hand, bringing you with him towards the front doors. The brightness of the sun poured in through the cathedral, falling onto your skin. You were finally getting out of this place, you were free. You had no doubts now, Aeon was too weak to follow, and Orein was completely out of it. This power that was given to you, you thought of it as a curse. Demons were after you because of it, putting Dante in danger because of his vow to protect you. But in the end, you used it to your advantage, protecting both Dante and Lucinda. Your Drancikuo was a gift, not always appreciated by yourself, but you knew if you learned more about it and begun to master it, you will embrace the magic. Now you understood what Tina meant when she said: "Salvation will come before completion". Salvation was Dante coming to take you back, and what had not been completed was the ritual for Aeon to obtain your power.

"No...," Orein croaked. He tried forcing himself up, focusing on his wounds. He glanced as the three of you reached the doors. He collapsed back on the floor, and instantly Orein threw the back of his fist towards the wall behind him. "That damn girl and that menacing half-breed!" Orein growled.

"Calm down, brother." Aeon took a few struggled steps closer to him. "We have all that we need, we can afford to let them go..."

Orein and Aeon looked back towards the opened doors, the figures of the three of you disappearing into the sunlight of the outside.

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*Author's Note: This one was a little hard to edit because I had to take out all of the song lyrics she threw in here....but it was really good, totally worth it, y'know?