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~Rogue~
By: Aerys Krystie.
Dante woke as someone moved around in his arms. He half opened his eyes and looked at the blond. Don't they normally leave after I've fucked them? He was brought back to reality when there was a punch in his gut and glowing gold eyes glared at him angrily. Dante sat up and ran his hands through his hair, remembering the night before. It explains the sweet smell and why I don't feel as good as I normally do. He raised an eyebrow as a pillow was thrown at his head.
"You're a fucking dipshit, Dante."
"I didn't hear you complaining last night," Dante retorted with a smirk and got to his feet. He needed to have a shower and wash the smell of effeminate male from his body.
"I dibs the first shower."
"Fuck you." Dante opened the door, slightly amazed by Krad's speed to get in the bathroom before him. "I need to wash your scent off of me because women think I've been turned off them."
Krad narrowed his eyes and went to punch Dante, surprised when the half-demon blocked it. "And I don't want to smell like you in case other demons think I was boned by a half-breed!"
Dante smirked and stepped into the bathroom, undoing his belt. "At least you know who the bitch is in this relationship. Ah fuck!" Dante held his ribs, gritting his teeth and glaring at Krad after the blond removed his foot. "What the hell was that for?"
Krad opened his mouth to shout back but closed it and shrugged. "I can't remember. Something just told me to kick me you in the ribs and I have a bad habit of giving into my urges. Not to mention my inner demon." Krad removed his shirt and the gauze. He stepped over to the shower and slapped Dante's hand away. "I am not waiting an hour for you to drag your zombie ass out of it!"
"Would you leave my ass alone? There's nothing wrong with it!" Dante grabbed Krad's wrists.
"There's nothing right with it, either!"
"God damn it!" Dante winced as his other ribs were kneed but didn't let go of Krad. Instead, he decided to not be gentle on the blond and threw him out of the bathroom, closing the door. "You can bet your ass I'm going to take a lot longer now."
"I hate you!"
"The feeling is very mutual."
Dante removed his pants and got the shower going. He took his time in it, as he always did. Being in the shower helped him forget about his troubles. The financial situation he got himself into, though he's still trying to figure that one out. He was able to forget about the demons and recently, the angels. He could forget about Krad's bitchiness, which seemed to be everlasting. Dante closed his eyes. Why am I still thinking? He hung his head, wishing the water would get hotter.
Forty-five minutes into the shower, Dante heard glass shatter and ran out of the shower. He kicked the door open and stared at the demon that was trying to eat Krad. The blond stared at it and Dante frowned as the demon ripped open from the inside out. How the fuck did that happen? Krad got to his feet and took in Dante's appearance before stalking past him with a muttered, 'My turn.' Dante didn't bother to try and fight the blond on it. After what he had just witnessed, he decided it would be best not to fight Krad on anything anymore.
Dante continued to stare at the mess that was the demon. Krad hadn't moved, didn't even speak or chant some spell. How was he able to tear a demon apart like that? There was no-one who could do that. Not even Dante. He had to actually move if he wanted to kill a demon. Having the ability to kill them without even twitching sounded like a blessing to the son of Sparda. Dante looked over his shoulder at the closed bathroom door and heard Krad singing 'Wish I Had An Angel'. What have I gotten myself into now? Dante grabbed one of the sheets from Krad's bed and wrapped it around himself, stepping out into the hall.
Of course! Dante kept his eyes lowered as two cute females walked up the stairs and stared at him, giggling. He felt stupid standing in the hallway, with a sheet wrapped around his hips and it didn't help when Krad stepped out behind him, in a white button down shirt that fell to his knees. The blond finished drying his hair and gazed at the women then at Dante.
"Leaving so soon? You promised me some more fun after breakfast."
One of the girls gave a tut and opened the door to the room they were obviously sharing. "The cute ones are always gay," she said to her friend who agreed.
When they were gone, Dante spun around, fist ready to connect with the blond's face. Krad easily blocked the attack and threw Dante over his shoulder. With a back handspring, he straddled Dante's waist, one of his blades at the demon hunter's throat. Dante glared at the smirking boy. He couldn't believe his chances at having a three way were just destroyed because he got into the shower first. How much more unfair could life possible get?
"Dante, I'm going to tell you this once. Do not try to attack me because I'll kick your ass every, single time you attempt it. You cannot win against me. Am I clear?" Krad removed the blade, gasping as Dante got to his feet as was about to slam his back into the wall. "No!" Krad sighed with relief but then grimaced as Dante changed it around and he was facing the wall. The hand with the blade was twisted up behind his back. Krad turned his head and glared at Dante. "Let go of me."
"Shut up. It's my turn to tell you something. In case you've forgotten, you asked me for help. I would've been more than happy to stay home and let you go on your little crusade alone. The only reason I tagged along is for the money and you will pay me for having to deal with your ridiculous temper tantrums. And another thing – What the hell?"
"Exactly." Krad caught the lip of the hole that opened up under them and stared down at the fiery pit below him. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine Dante's clothing as the half-demon was still hanging onto his hand. When he was certain they would be waiting for them, he let go. It was obvious someone wanted to see them down there and Krad had a feeling he knew who.
Dante opened his eyes and groaned. He was hoping the fall was a nightmare. He didn't want to be in hell again. On the other hand, where he was at the moment was different from his previous visit. He sat up and got his clothing in his face, along with an order of 'get dressed, dumbass'. He looked at Krad, who was standing on a small rock. Dante dressed quickly and pulled his coat on. It was very different from his last visit. There were souls being tortured and a few demons lurking in the shadows. And that was when Dante noticed the demon bodies around Krad.
Dante raised an eyebrow but didn't question it. The less demons there were around, the happier he was. What ring were they in? It didn't matter. They had to find a way out of there and soon. It was amazing that Krad had survived that long. Dante started walking and froze where there was a shimmer of light. He looked back Krad and three more bodies landed around the blond. Was Krad going to stand there and let him do all the work? Krad shifted and glanced at Dante.
"I…can't walk on the tainted soil. This rock was placed here for my arrival." Krad lowered his eyes and Dante frowned. Krad did look quite angelic, surrounded by all the death and the screams of the damned. He seemed to glow white in the orange hues that were lighting up their paths.
"So? What do you want me to do about it?" Dante continued walking. He got a fair distance before he sighed and realized that Krad wasn't following him. The blond must've been serious about not letting his feet touch the ground. Probably the drawback of being human. Dante went back to the rock and turned his back to the blond. "You tell anyone about this and I'll gut you in your sleep."
Krad wrapped his arms around Dante's shoulders and his legs around his waist. He kept his eyes lowered, looking at the smoldering floor. He wasn't planning on telling anyone that he had to rely on Dante, yet again to help him out. And on the other hand, it wasn't Krad's fault that he was half angel. The smell of evil was already making him sick and the fact that he didn't want to release his wings so he didn't have to ask for help was annoying. It was bad enough that the demons already picked up on his virtue and were trying to kill him for it.
"I'm sorry," Krad whispered, arms tightening.
Dante glanced at Krad from the corner his eye. "Don't worry about it." He faced forward and continued walking, not knowing where in the hell he was going…literally. "Do you know where we are? I mean, besides hell."…literally.
"We're on the seventh ring. We need to head down to the ninth, which could take a couple of days. And, I'm sure you know what that means." Krad sighed. He knew their little trip would take them to hell, which was he had mentioned that it would take a few months for their little mission to be over.
"It'll be months before we're back up on earth, breathing polluted but clean air. Oh that's gross!" Dante stopped as Krad vomited. His eyes widened as he caught the scent of the blond's blood. "Why are you puking blood?"
Krad panted and nodded his head to the left. "There's another rock over there." Krad didn't even complain about the fact that Dante literally dropped him onto the rock.
"They have bottled water in hell? And fruit? This place must be under new management." Dante picked up a bottle of water and went to open it when it was kicked from his hands. "Hey! I was gonna drink that!"
"Don't fall into temptation, Dante. That prick might've invited us down here but he'll continue to fuck with us as long as we're here." Krad wiped his mouth and took a deep breath, groaning as he could feel more blood trying to escape his stomach. He had only been to hell once before and never wanted to relive the experience.
"Who invited us and why are you puking blood?" Dante pulled out his gun and shot a pair of demons making their way towards the rock.
"Stop asking stupid questions!" Krad glared at a demon coming up behind Dante and like the one in the room, it ripped apart. "We should continue. And remember not to give in to temptation." Krad got on Dante's back again and they continued on their way.
As they walked, Dante glanced around. There were smoldering cliffs and rivers of larva. It was exactly the way some people imagined hell. He wasn't even sure how long they had been walking for but thankfully Krad didn't vomit again. The scent of his blood was – Dante shook his head. He didn't have time to think about stuff like that. Especially not with a legion of demons following them. What could they possibly want? They already knew who Dante was. Were they after Krad?
There was a sharp intake of air and the arms around his shoulders tightened. Dante glanced at Krad. The blond's eyes were closed and he looked like he was in pain. Anyone that was vomiting blood would be in pain. Dante glanced around for a rock to place Krad on for a little bit but there weren't any around. He sighed and told Krad to hold on for a little longer. Dante wanted to run but didn't want Krad to throw up on his clothing but picked up his pace a little more.
Dante kept glancing around for somewhere for them to rest. He was brought back to reality as he started to slide down a face of one of the cliffs. The air was getting more stagnant the further down they went and he was curious as to where it would lead. Krad informed him they were heading down to the eighth circle and things would get worse. Dante frowned. Krad seemed to know a lot about hell and Dante was about to ask about it, when he had to jump over a wide birth of larva. He landed and took in his surroundings.
"Wow!" Dante gazed at the long table with hungry eyes. There were pizzas, roasts, fresh fruit, wine and water. It was a bizarre room and Dante didn't care. There was a huge bed to the right and he dumped Krad on it, going over to the table. He went to pick up one of his favorite pizzas when there was a slap across the back of his head. He glared over his shoulder at Krad. "Why are you hurting me?"
Krad rolled his eyes. Was Dante really that stupid that he would let his hunger get the better of him? Krad knew the half-demon wasn't but he certainly was acting like it. "What part of 'don't give in to temptation' didn't you understand? Everything we see or hear is a temptation. Including each other!" Krad shook his head and turned back to the bed. He walked three steps and looked back at Dante, his eyes widening. "That's not even possible!" he shrieked.
In the three steps he took, Dante had managed to eat half the pizzas that were on the table and was sitting down. Krad knew the room's demon would be coming out to play and glared at Dante. He was going to kill the son of Sparda at some point. Dante smirked when a wall of the room was demolished and a giant, ugly demon ran in. Its green eyes glanced at them and it let out a roar that was certainly heard on earth. The table and food disappeared and there was a mocking laugh. Krad groaned as Dante got to his feet, Rebellion in his hands.
Krad spun around and stormed up to the demon. "You! You are the most disgusting thing I have ever had to view. You pretty much offend all of my senses!" The demon roared again and Krad glared. It was going to take more than a look to kill that bastard and Krad was aware of that. It was time he showed Dante why he shouldn't fuck with the blond. "Don't you scream at me, you walking pile of shit!"
Dante blinked. Krad was standing right in front of the demon, shouting at it like that would work. The more Krad insulted it the angrier it got and Dante shifted slightly. That wasn't going to end well. Dante didn't know why they were in hell, who had invited them or why Krad was spewing blood but all of that seemed to piss the blond off. He was harboring a lot of anger and the poor demon in front of him was the one that had to deal with it all. Dante, for some reason, felt sorry for the demon as Krad's yelling got louder and a little more shrill.
"What do you have to say for yourself?" Krad demanded, hands on his hips and a glare on his face that would death to shame.
"Virtue. Want…Virtue…" the demon rasped, reaching out with a giant clawed hand to shred Krad.
Dante went to move in with Rebellion but froze when the white light around Krad got stronger. "You're not getting it," the blond said and white wings ripped through his back and the shirt.
Dante stepped back, eyes wide. Krad was an angel? Krad was able to fly the entire time the half-demon had been carrying him? That lazy bitch! If Dante was thinking correctly, he might not have thought that about the blond, whose power level had just gone through the top of hell. Dante held an arm up as a bright light ripped its way through the demon in front of Krad and the creature fell to the ground, in several pieces. Dante blinked, trying to get his eyes to stop seeing spots and when they were working correctly, he was staring into glowing blue eyes.
"You're an angel?" Dante asked, confused by the look of disbelief on Krad's face. "I thought you said that angels were only in heaven, serving god. Why are you here, helping me prevent another apocalypse?" Dante raised an eyebrow, waiting for an answer.
"Are you retarded? I mean, did your mother drop you on your head…or in your case, throw you at a wall when you were an infant? I…You know what? Fuck it. I can't be bothered trying to explain it to you. I really thought you would've picked it up by now. The reason why my blood smells so sweet to you or the fact that you can't beat me, ever. No, I'm not an angel. I'm a half-breed, like you." Krad retracted his wings and sighed.
Dante frowned slightly. How the hell was he meant to know all of that after knowing the blond for a grand total of three days? One of those days was spent in hell, literally. And Dante had more on his mind than trying to figure out that Krad was a half-breed. Wait…Was Krad a Nephilim, too? It would explain how the blond was able to know so much about them and Dante had looked up the Nephilim Hunter Association. They didn't exist.
"So, you're another Nephilim." Dante circled Krad, looking him up and down.
"I'm the other Nephilim. I'm the second part of the twins that was born a millennium and a half ago. Yes, I lied to you about my age. What can I say? I'm vain." Krad gazed at Dante when the half-demon stood in front of him again.
"All this time I've been carrying you, you could've flown? What's stopping me from kicking your small, lazy ass into the ninth ring of this place?" Dante really couldn't believe it. It was all so surreal. Krad was older than he was. He was a half-breed. Half angel and yet…one really wouldn't have guessed it. He didn't look like he was holding in great power but there was great evil in him.
"I'm not much to look at? I'm still trying to accept the fact that you're the son of Sparda! Vergil, I can understand. He has the drive to be awesome. But you…? Your world revolves around your stomach, your guns and Rebellion. Oh and dates you'll never get."
Dante growled. "And what makes your world so much better? What do you do that makes you think you're better than me?"
"I'm a fucking doctor! I heal the sick and comfort the dying. Plus, I'm half angel. That alone makes me better than you."
"I hate you."
"The feeling is mutual." Krad gasped as the floor beneath them opened up and they fell down to the ninth ring. Obviously the one that had invited them was getting tired of waiting for them to make their way to him.
Dante caught Krad before the angel's feet could touch the tainted soil. He looked around. The ninth ring looked like the place he had been when he last rocked up. He stared at the chamber they were in front of and raised an eyebrow. The giant doors were partially opened and heat poured through it. They had landed in front of it and Dante was curious. "Who's in there?"
Krad also looked at the chamber and sighed quietly. "The one that invited us; Lucifer."
End Chapter IV.
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