Fan Fiction ❯ Vergil and Dante ❯ Dante's Flight ( Chapter 3 )

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Chapter three: Dante's flight


Instant translocation was a cool ability, Vergil reflected to himself as he transferred his self into places where mechanized like secretaries came out of that time field, ripping their sweet unyielding bodies in half. Ah, just like the old days, he half smirked, just in time to see his brother blast away a few more with his automatic weapons. Never understood his brother's fascination with modern artillery and not that it wasn't a good thing, for seeing how Dante manipulated his preferred arms gave him cause for admiration. Vergil spent too long in the underworld using traditional weapons as he had served Mundus then. He hadn't even deliberated about committing on contemporary armaments for his use of swordsmanship was exceptionally nearly flawless.

Dante's quick reflexes saved him again as he flew up against the side of the crumbled building, avoiding confrontation with razor-sharp knives at his back. He kept his focus on the rip in the atmosphere, gut instinct telling him Trish is at the other end of that space, and with no time to lose, kicked up against the wall and flew out against the wind, the span of his black wings spreading out like a spectacular display, complimenting the descending night sky. He can perceive that the secretaries are starting to reduce in numbers, his brother and Lucia taking excellent care of the matter at hand.

His sharp vision saw Trish pushed up against the wall whilst purple clad android type figures covered her own vision, her guns blasting at the secretaries while receiving blows to her body, cuts and scratches already marking her lovely skin. She didn't even have the time to pull out Sparda at this point and he took no time wasting away the rest of the Lucia-imitations. Electrical currents streamed out from his arms, paralyzing their movements as his wings spanned out, a majestic figure forged in demons blood.

"Damn it, Dante!" she gasped in exhaustion, her body weak from the effort, and he let her last energy fall against him. The smell of her hair; jasmine, a faint metallic smoky scent which comes only from excessive rounds of firearms permeated and the salty taste of her blood, his lips barely grazing at her temples. "Shhhh, its okay, let's get you patched up and some rest."

Her eyes flickered open as he lifted her limp body in his arms, her lips moving, whispering in soundless fury, "Your brother…." She choked out, "is a fucking bastard!" her head rolled over on his shoulder as she fainted in bliss.

He grinned, yeah; Vergils got a lot to learn living out among people. Trish easily took to co adjusting among the human race because she has a lot of humanity in her already. She was just a product of a creative force, what happened after that became decisive upon her individuality as a person.

Upon their return, the time field remained existing, hovering brightly, illuminating deteriorating buildings around them, and in that square where it seemed hundreds of secretaries were slaughtered, a strange thing happened. Disappearing as they lay there, their mangled bodies fading in a dull light, Lucia walked up to them, her breath coming too quick from an overindulgent battle.
"I told you Arius knows what is going on. We need to act now, there's not a minute to lose. Dante…." She stopped short, saw Trish in his arms.

"She'll be alright. Just needs a quick recovery. I'm going to head back home to let her get some respite and leave a note if she wants to join us thereafter." Dante replied, and saw from the corner of his eyes, Matier coming out of her hiding place.

"It seems, son of Sparda that you cannot fight until your lady", she noted immediately, "is safe from harm." Disappointed that Dante seemed a little too concerned with this blonde to even look at her little Lucia.
"Allow me to keep her in my abode, it is well hidden underground and is protected by special powers." She watched his face for any sign of refusal, then continued, "this way, you can pursue the course of Arius's downfall. It is pertinent that you do so."

Lucia came up to Dante, her sweet accent pleading, "Dante, I promise you she will be out of harm's way. Matier is dear to my heart."

Vergil stood from a distance, listening to the exchange, his perceptions never failed him, and his hearing could detect the noise of animalistic roars and growls from afar. They could be heard coming towards their little party.

"Ok, time to end this little tête-à-tête, but we've got company coming."