Devil May Cry - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Devil Prince ❯ Awakening ( Chapter 5 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: JenFoxworth 
The one who slew the demon king has returned.
Non Anime: Devil May Cry - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Horror / Adventure / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.24.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 801 | Visits: 160 | Status: Work In Progress
The one who slew the demon king has returned.
Non Anime: Devil May Cry - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Horror / Adventure / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.24.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 801 | Visits: 160 | Status: Work In Progress
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Dante slowly lifted his head up, rubbing drowsy eyes as he tried to shake the eaves of sleep from himself. Ben was still out, apparently exhausted from the day before, and the confrontation with his father. The boy was sleeping soundly on his uncle, his head against the man’s chest.
‘Damn, Vergil, you get the chance to be a dad, and you just throw him out.’ The devil hunter thought. Thunder boomed outside as the rain pelted against the shaded windows in Dante’s shop, darkness had filled the sky and brought them solitude from the sun. “All right Kid, time to get up.” The older demon said, nudging the boy up.
When they had gotten back to his shop the night before, he had passed out, and Dante had attempted to treat his wounds, though he knew that the boy would heal anyway, he was half-demon after all. Ben shook his head, his shoulder-length silken, white hair flowing in a smooth motion as he sat up on his uncle’s lap. His eyes, once bruised from his own father’s hands, were now healed back to normal. The cuts on the boy’s face were nothing but small scars now.
Ben stood up, his young, seven-year-old body aching from sleep. Dante walked over to his fridge and pulled out a box of leftover pizza. “Here, breakfast.” He said, putting it on his desk.
“So, you’re gonna find my Mom?” Ben asked, bringing up the subject that the older devil had been trying to avoid.
“Well, it won’t exactly be a walk in the park, but yeah.” The boy stared at him, still in doubt. “And you are definitely not coming.” Dante said.
“Yes, I am.” Ben replied.
“No, you’re not.”
“Yes, I am.”
“No, you’re NOT!”
“YES, I AM!”
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The darkness enveloped the darknight in this new realm. Neither heaven or hell, trapped in between. Here he had stayed for many years, but now he could see a hole in this purgatory. Escape. To freedom, and where?
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“So, how are we getting into Hell?” Ben asked, obediantly following at Dante’s heals like a puppy. The older devil rolled his eyes, was the kid gonna ask him questions the whole way?!
“The last time I saw it opened it required some strange tactics, but we’ll have to figure it out a different way.” He answered.
“How?” “I don’t know yet.” “
Why?”
“Because I don’t!”
“Why?”
“BECAUSE I HAVEN’T FIGURED IT OUT YET!”
“Wh- oof!” Dante grabbed the boy and pulled him into an alleyway, looking around the corner as an erie dark light seemed to be seeping around them. The blackness seemed to enclose them, and the two couldn’t even see each other, but the man could feel Ben’s hand clutching his arm.
‘How the hell am I supposed to fight if I got the kid stuck to me?!’ He wondered. Just as suddenly as it had come, the darkness disappeared. And they were surrounded by demons. “Kid, you’re gonna have to let go of me for a minute!” To his surprise, Ben immediately released his grip on his harm.
Dante fought wildly, laughing and whooping as he tore the demons up, taking pleasure in hearing their screams. Ben sat down against the alleyways wall and watched as his uncle seemed to lose control of himself, his guardian completely forgetting about him and enjoying his time killing.
One of the demons went unnoticed and made it to Ben. Without second thought the boy pulled out a small handgun from under his cloak and shot it through the heart. Dante turned at the sound of a weapon firing that wasn’t his own, only to see the demon in front of his nephew crumble into dust. Dante finished off the last of the demons and walked up to the boy.
“Come on, let’s go.” He said. Ben stood up and grabbed his uncle’s hand again. They walked on again, though neither of them knew where they were going. “I’ll make sure to get them all next time.” Ben shrugged, knowing it was probably as close to an apology as he was getting from Dante.
Suddenly, they stopped. Dante almost couldn’t believe his eyes, and Ben knew who this was supposed to be, but it wasn’t possible. Standing in front of them, was the Darknight Sparda.
Dante slowly lifted his head up, rubbing drowsy eyes as he tried to shake the eaves of sleep from himself. Ben was still out, apparently exhausted from the day before, and the confrontation with his father. The boy was sleeping soundly on his uncle, his head against the man’s chest.
‘Damn, Vergil, you get the chance to be a dad, and you just throw him out.’ The devil hunter thought. Thunder boomed outside as the rain pelted against the shaded windows in Dante’s shop, darkness had filled the sky and brought them solitude from the sun. “All right Kid, time to get up.” The older demon said, nudging the boy up.
When they had gotten back to his shop the night before, he had passed out, and Dante had attempted to treat his wounds, though he knew that the boy would heal anyway, he was half-demon after all. Ben shook his head, his shoulder-length silken, white hair flowing in a smooth motion as he sat up on his uncle’s lap. His eyes, once bruised from his own father’s hands, were now healed back to normal. The cuts on the boy’s face were nothing but small scars now.
Ben stood up, his young, seven-year-old body aching from sleep. Dante walked over to his fridge and pulled out a box of leftover pizza. “Here, breakfast.” He said, putting it on his desk.
“So, you’re gonna find my Mom?” Ben asked, bringing up the subject that the older devil had been trying to avoid.
“Well, it won’t exactly be a walk in the park, but yeah.” The boy stared at him, still in doubt. “And you are definitely not coming.” Dante said.
“Yes, I am.” Ben replied.
“No, you’re not.”
“Yes, I am.”
“No, you’re NOT!”
“YES, I AM!”
**********************
The darkness enveloped the darknight in this new realm. Neither heaven or hell, trapped in between. Here he had stayed for many years, but now he could see a hole in this purgatory. Escape. To freedom, and where?
**********************
“So, how are we getting into Hell?” Ben asked, obediantly following at Dante’s heals like a puppy. The older devil rolled his eyes, was the kid gonna ask him questions the whole way?!
“The last time I saw it opened it required some strange tactics, but we’ll have to figure it out a different way.” He answered.
“How?” “I don’t know yet.” “
Why?”
“Because I don’t!”
“Why?”
“BECAUSE I HAVEN’T FIGURED IT OUT YET!”
“Wh- oof!” Dante grabbed the boy and pulled him into an alleyway, looking around the corner as an erie dark light seemed to be seeping around them. The blackness seemed to enclose them, and the two couldn’t even see each other, but the man could feel Ben’s hand clutching his arm.
‘How the hell am I supposed to fight if I got the kid stuck to me?!’ He wondered. Just as suddenly as it had come, the darkness disappeared. And they were surrounded by demons. “Kid, you’re gonna have to let go of me for a minute!” To his surprise, Ben immediately released his grip on his harm.
Dante fought wildly, laughing and whooping as he tore the demons up, taking pleasure in hearing their screams. Ben sat down against the alleyways wall and watched as his uncle seemed to lose control of himself, his guardian completely forgetting about him and enjoying his time killing.
One of the demons went unnoticed and made it to Ben. Without second thought the boy pulled out a small handgun from under his cloak and shot it through the heart. Dante turned at the sound of a weapon firing that wasn’t his own, only to see the demon in front of his nephew crumble into dust. Dante finished off the last of the demons and walked up to the boy.
“Come on, let’s go.” He said. Ben stood up and grabbed his uncle’s hand again. They walked on again, though neither of them knew where they were going. “I’ll make sure to get them all next time.” Ben shrugged, knowing it was probably as close to an apology as he was getting from Dante.
Suddenly, they stopped. Dante almost couldn’t believe his eyes, and Ben knew who this was supposed to be, but it wasn’t possible. Standing in front of them, was the Darknight Sparda.