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TRISH and DANTE
" Someone asked me a little while back. Saying, ' what do you think of Trish ' If you can believe it. But as I normally would not be, I was not surprised, so I answered, and said: ' Trish, she's a wild one, like lady. But there is that subtle air of indifference about her, and I also can't leave out the part of which she's a demon and that she looks a bit like my mother. Eva.
Trish is a fighter, who dangerously is adept at wielding the devil sword sparda. Trish is deadly, a force, that gives demons hell '. ' And does the fact that she is a demon bother you? You are the legendary devil Hunter after all ' another question which didn't surprise me, so I replied swiftly.
' I'm half human and half demon, and let's face it. I would hunt and kill Trish if it was that simple. Since it's not, we're therefore kinda like partners or acquaintance in the devil hunting business. '
I was at the time, under the impression that I had answered everything that needed answering. When the son of a bitch decided to throw a wrench into my week, and asked: ' Then what do you think of Trish? Not as a demon, or a devil Hunter or a business partner. But as a woman. ' I became shell shocked, first time in a long time, and I didn't have anything to say.
For a moment, I tried to say something, but I found myself hesitating and getting words mixed up in my head. And now I'm so fucked, that I've been thinking about Trish all week, and it also doesn't help that I haven't seen her all week. " –DANTE
TRISH and DANTE
" I was in an old church disposition a bunch of Hell Cainas, which some heretics of the church had summoned and sent to ironically eradicate the church members. Fortunately I had arrived before any major killings could start, so I fought and shot down many with Luce and Ombra. And after killing them off, I thought I could relax, so I sat myself down on the pulpit.
Then a stranger from the shadows came, as they did I was alerted and pointed my guns at them, indexes close to the triggers. But the stranger held up their arms. ' Peace be to you devil Hunter Trish. We are just curious, about some things concerning you, we had to know, ' the stranger said unto me in many voices.
I scrutinize the stranger, but was unable to discern their true form or find any fault in their spoken words, so feelings slightly infuriated and curious spoke. ' We you say, who might you be referring to? ' ' The viewers and readers of course, we would like to know what you think of Dante '.
I remained suspicious of the stranger and their words, but I decided to answer, thinking it might be a little bit amusing to share. ' Dante is strong undeniably so, he defeated my Creator Mundus- a demon king, his twin brother on few occasions, Argosax- a demon god- And Urizen last month.
Dante is also emotionally sufficient enough to not be wary around me, or desire any form of maternal affection- since I look like his mother. Eva. Dante's also intelligent, a mix between an extrovert and an introvert, when he's dealing with demons he's completely exuberant, but when dealing with people. He can sometimes be cold, reserved, insoluble. Dante's predictably unpredictable.
Cause if only he would accept a proper partnership. He wouldn't be so broke all the time, nonetheless Dante is a resourceful and tactful devil Hunter. Though in battle you might think him different... So does that answer your question? ' At the end of my words, for some reason it wasn't as amusing as I thought it would be.
But then the stranger unleashed a single attack, which zipped my mouth close, and left my expression uneven.
' Then what think you of Dante, not as a devil Hunter, or a resourceful and tactful devil Hunter. But as a man. ' It was a stupid question that had a simple answer, which after several minutes I was finally able to respond.
' I don't see him as a man. ' As if concluding the matter the stranger disappeared through the shadows. And feeling slightly good about my delayed response, I departed from the wreaked church. " –TRISH
EPILOGUE
In his Devil may cry establishment, Dante- second twin son of Sparda, sat for the first time broodingly behind a bar counter. Unlike other times, the electricity bill was paid, so the toilet was flushed and there was light in the establishment, - but not in Dante though. The legendary devil Hunter has spent a week thinking over why he was hesitant, and why he shouldn't have been.
He couldn't sleep, and though he didn't need it, Dante thought it would have served him best, if he'd gotten a shut eye. Instead he's been awake all week, mulling over the questions in his mind, till it became a madness he could not treat or regenerate from.
And whilst the legendary devil Hunter was being crushed under the weight of mental defeat; the door into the establishment flung wide open.
" Howdy Dante- woah what are you doing over there, you've been drinking, Dante? " Morrison inquires stepping through and trudging the floor with Lady and Trish in tow, surprisingly Nero- Dante's nephew- Vergil's son was coming in several steps behind the ladies.
Dante with his forehead resting on the back of the palm of his hands, sniffs the air slightly and then he lifts his gaze. Then did he with his blue eyes beholds Trish, whom upon seeing his face halted in her steps, they each stared at one another, and in that moment. Trish and Dante knew.
THEY WERE FUCKED.
THE END
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