A Demon's Angel
This chapter's definitely just a filler. Sorry it took ages (once again) for such a naff piece of writing, but I always do this sooner or later unless I OD on what I'm writing about. And find a plotline.
I've done NEITHER. O.o'
Chapter 4 - Ways not to Die
Dante had found himself strangely edgy since his meeting with the scary blind chick. He didn't remember her name. The kid was nice though - cute, innocent. Dante couldn't remember ever being like that. Vergil was that twin. Dante was the one who sat on the roof overnight to see the moon at it's fullest, then fell off and broke both of his wrists and one of his legs.
Dante was the kid who hated his Father. Demons in general weirded him out. And killed his Mother. Why not return the favor - slay every demon alive. Of course, his brother would go somewhere near the end. Meh. He didn't care. He'd have to go too - what difference does it make? As long as Dante was the last Demon standing, he knew he could stop the entire race. But how? Taking your own life is hard anyway, but when your almost immortal it gets quite a bit harder.
Vergil was the kid who LOVED his Father. Even though he never met him. Not that he remembered that far back. His life started at 8. When he disappeared from the face of the Earth.
Well Done, Dante thought. You're not thinking of… Damn.
Yet again the half-blood's brain eluded itself enough to think of what it was avoiding. Maybe he should move - incase she comes back. Incase those stupid bipolar angels decide they want to get blind, slam him against walls and watch stand-up comedy with him again.
"That's got to be it!" Dante screamed, earning him strange looks from the others in the pizza takeout.
Maybe she's Bipolar! Then, I can't ask - I don't know where she is or if she'll rip my head off…
Dante had encountered a problem here. Oh well. It's not as if he cared. Although he did, really. He wanted to see her try to rip his head off in front of her daughter. Her cute, innocent daughter. I wonder if she's a bipolar angel too. Asking her is completely out of the question though. She probably doesn't even know what bipolar means. Stupid child. Stupid, cute, innocent child.
Dante ate his pizza, laughing to himself about such a child. Then Vergil walked in the door. Dante pretty much choked on his pepperoni double meat plus, cowering uncharacteristically in his coat. Edgy indeed. Maybe he's as stupid at the kid. Not cute, or innocent, just the stupid part.
Dante peered over the top of his table to see Vergil slouch slightly where he was stood.
That's it. Now walk away, stupid half-demon lunatic.
Vergil braced up again, taking a step backwards to let a woman with a pram in the door. He tried to smile. It turned into a grimace, so he looked at his shoes. Dante saw movement over the seats. But his brother was walking the wrong way. And suddenly, Dante had encountered another problem.