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~Rogue~
By: Aerys Krystie.
Dante was a little impressed. He might have been the son of a demon knight but he had never met the ruler of hell before, well the proper ruler. But why were they there? What could the devil possibly want with them? Dante gently placed Krad on his feet and they stepped through the doors. It looked bigger on the outside. Dante's boots clacked against the stone floor of the chamber and he wasn't unaware of the demons that were lurking behind the pillars that held the torches, lighting their way.
As they walked, Dante rolled his shoulders. There was a sinking feeling in his gut as they continued down the almost endless hallway. There were snickers and taunts but the words fell on deaf ears. Dante didn't care what those fiends had to say and neither did Krad. Their main objective was to find the Unclean One, get the information he obviously wanted to share with them and then get back to earth before the Nephilim and its master destroyed the whole planet.
Cold ran up Dante's right arm and he glanced down. Krad had a ring of blue light around his left wrist and hissed in pain. The blond looked over his shoulder and glared at the image that was behind him. He couldn't believe he was going to be tormented, even though he was there at the devil's request. He ignored the iciness that was running through his body and focused on getting to the end of the hall. He knew Dante had some questions for him but until they had seen the First Fallen, they could wait.
After what seemed like an eternity, the two half-breeds stopped in front of a plain, dark brown wooden door. Krad reached out to touch it and shrunk back. Just another thing in that pit that he couldn't touch. He told Dante to open the door and the half-demon raised an eyebrow. Why was he the one doing all the dirty work? He did as he was told and the door swung open, before they went in, Krad begged him not to piss the person that was waiting for them off. Dante just snorted and they stepped into a brightly lit room. There was a large bed to the left, a fireplace in front of them, with chairs and a long table filled with food and drink again. Dante kept himself under control.
A figure stood from one of the chairs and Dante's eyes widened slightly. It was the most beautiful person he had ever laid eyes on. Soft blond curls framed a heart shaped face. Dark blue eyes that were lined with lashes nearly as long as Krad's. The only thing that seemed out of place was the sneer on the plump, full lips and the hint of malice in the eyes. Other than that, Dante would've gladly mistaken the man in front of him as an angel and that was when Krad slapped him.
"Lucifer was an angel. He was the cause of the first war. I thought everyone knew that," Krad whispered with a roll of his eyes. He glared at the devil as there was a gentle chuckle. "Can we get this over with, already? Just being near you is making me want to rip my skin off."
"You have got to be Raphael's offspring. He is just as fiery as you are." Lucifer smirked and stepped around the chair, waving a hand towards the table. "That is not a temptation. What good will you do me to return to earth half starved? Please, eat."
Dante didn't need anymore convincing and dove for the pizzas. Krad shook his head and sighed at the idiocy that he was forced to deal with. Krad glared at the devil as he stepped closer and placed a finger beneath his chin, lifting his head. There was an unsatisfied 'hm' before the man stepped back and went to the table, taking a seat, pouring himself something to drink. Krad watched him and his eyes were drawn to the food. Well, lack of food. Being in hell must really get Dante's appetite going.
Krad inched over to the table, his glare intensifying at the devil as the man laughed. "You have nothing to fear, Krad. You are my guest."
Krad raised a disbelieving eyebrow. "And that's stopped you from fucking with me before?" Krad shook his head, trying to clear it. He wasn't there to fight with the jerk-off but at the same time, it was just impossible not to. It was like trying to tear Dante away from a free pizza, even if the fate of the world depended on the half-demon not eating for a day.
"I must say, it is strange having two half-breeds in my abode." Lucifer smiled at the two of them as they gazed at him with caution. "Shall we dispense with the formalities, then?" he asked as he caught Krad's glare.
"About fucking time," Krad muttered and sat down, kicking his feet up onto the table and waiting for the fallen angel to tell him something he didn't know. "So, whataya know, Luci?"
Lucifer smirked at Krad's disrespect and turned his eyes to Dante. "Did you know he dreams of you?"
Krad gasped and he narrowed his eyes. It can't be happening! But it was. Dante just shrugged, like he cared what Krad dreamt about. He didn't need to know the different ways that Krad had probably killed him in his sleep. He sat opposite the blond and helped himself to some of the water, enjoying the coolness of it. Yeah, that was strange but considering he was speaking with Lucifer and a half-angel, cool water in hell didn't faze him that much.
"He does not dream of killing you, son of Sparda."
Krad growled and got onto the table. He ran up to Lucifer and his foot met the fallen one's face. "What has that got to do with the Nephilim and its master? Do you want another hell to run? I seriously doubt it. So shut up about my dreams and just tell us what we need to know."
Lucifer chucked. "Definitely Raphael's offspring. Very well. Since you seem to think that my fun is of no importance, I will let you know what I do. In the desert, there will be a ritual. Five days from now. They have spilled enough innocent blood for it to work."
Dante nodded and Krad scoffed. The silver haired one looked at the blond and raised an eyebrow. Wasn't he told by that blond not to piss that guy off? Why was he allowed to backchat the first of the fallen and Dante wasn't? On earth and even in hell Dante couldn't get a break. He was always being told what not to do and it was beginning to irritate him.
"Why can't you drag your ancient ass up there and do something for once, you pompous twat?"
Lucifer tensed and made a slow fist with his hand, trying not to kill the annoyance in front of him. He'd had almost as much as he could take of that brat's tantrum. "I have inventory. Also, your brothers miss the pair of you deeply. They cannot wait to slaughter you. Of course, Krad, if you are to release that so-called 'evil' in you, you might win. On the other hand, what do I know? I am just the master of deception. You should two should return and rest."
"Wait a second, Luci. You should know that this 'evil' I harbor is that, evil. You gave it to me!" Krad crouched down in front of Lucifer and glared into amused blue eyes.
"It is not evil, Krad. You just do not know how to control it. You should speak to your uncle Michael about that." Lucifer faked a yawn. "Now, if you will excuse me…" He snapped his fingers and sent them back up to earth.
Krad coughed and glared at the hole that was closing. "Fuck you, Luci!" He got to his feet and stumbled to the bed. "Half a month! Half a fucking month we were down there." Krad stared at the people that were on the bed and sighed.
Dante shook ash from his hair and looked Krad up and down. "We should probably get you some more clothes. You know, so people don't mistake you for a whore."
"Go to hell!" Krad slipped his hand under the mattress and pulled out his wallet, ignoring the frightened people still.
"Why would I want to go back there? We just got home." Dante glanced at Krad. "Your back is bleeding," he informed the blond.
"Yeah. It does that whenever I get back from hell. It sucks as it usually makes me sleep for two days but because the apocalypse is going to happen in five days, I think I can survive with just a few hours." Krad opened the door and stepped out into the hall, glaring over his shoulder as Dante threw his coat on him. "What are you doing? Its bad enough I stink like hell now I'm going to stink like you!"
"Shut up and deal with it. I'm not going to be seen around town with a boy that's about the height of Patty wearing only a shirt and boxers, while bleeding. Do you have any idea what people would say about something like that?"
"…You do realize I'm going to ruin it, right?" Krad slipped his arms into the coat. There was six inches of unused material dangling over his fingertips and a foot of the leather was dragging along the ground. He glanced up at Dante.
Dante smirked and scooped Krad into his arms, blinking as the blond blushed softly and turned his head away to hide the fact. "Like I would let you ruin my favorite coat."
Krad sniffed the collar and wrinkled his nose up. "Fuck me! Have you ever washed this?"
Dante sighed. Whenever he thought Krad was adorable, the blond just had to open his mouth and shatter the illusion. Dante walked out of the hotel, seeing the shocked look they received from the clerk. It had been two weeks since they were last seen. As they got onto the street, Krad squeaked and held Dante closely as rain fell from the sky. Dante raised an eyebrow and took them down the street, towards one of the clothing stores that wouldn't be closed yet.
"How about these?"
Krad stared at Dante, wondering how the fuck the tables turned. They had entered the store and Krad had jumped from Dante's arms, making a bee line to the clothing he wanted. He had purchased them and changed in under five minutes. Then Dante decided he wanted to try on some clothes. Krad had been in the same freaking store for the last half an hour. He was going to kill the hell spawn if it didn't hurry up. He was getting hungry.
The pants Dante was wearing were his leather ones. It seemed obvious he just wanted to piss Krad off to the extent of exploding and killing him. With a sigh, Krad walked out of the store, grateful that the rain had stopped. He didn't care anymore. He would kill the Nephilim and Dante's brother on his own if he had to. As long as he could get something to eat first. He couldn't believe how hungry he was. Half a month in hell had a bad habit of doing that, though.
Krad's stomach growled at the scent of fried food and while he would never think of touching that heart-attack, at the moment he was hungry enough to kill a human and devour it. He followed his nose towards the place where he could get something to eat and squeaked as his side mission was pulled to the right and into an alleyway. The drunken idiots had mistaken him for a girl. They would've done the same if they were sober but them being drunk just annoyed Krad even more. He closed his eyes as he backed further into the dark alley.
They leered and asked ridiculous questions. Krad kept backing up until his back hit the wall. He wasn't going to be violent with them. It wasn't their fault they had drunken themselves retarded; it was like dealing with Dante. Krad opened his eyes and smiled kindly at them, forcing the four men to take a step back as they stared at his literally glowing eyes. Without thinking, Krad pressed a finger to his lips and said a hushed 'Shh' and ran his hand over three of the men's faces. They fell to the alley floor, asleep. Lucifer was wrong. He wasn't Raphael's child; he was Gabriel's.
Krad turned his eyes to the last man in the alley and smirked. "Really, now. How stupid do you think I am? I know you're a demon and you knew what I was before you got me down here. How did you know?" Krad held the demon in place. "Answer my question."
The demon tried to run but found it couldn't move anything of its body, except its eyes and mouth. It panted and looked around for something to help it. It was slapped. It couldn't even transform. There was nothing it could do, except be nailed there as the half-breed waited for an answer. It wasn't going to answer the freak, though. "I would rather die!" it hissed.
"It can be arranged, eventually. We're known for our torturous ways. Do you really want to test me?" Krad's eyes widened as the bullet went through the demon's head and the sound of a gun firing was heard. Krad broke the hold he had on the demon and it dropped to the floor. "What the hell, Dante?"
Dante frowned as Krad stormed up to him, ready to slap him but stopped. Dante tilted his head to the side as he watched with curiosity as Krad dropped the bag he held and took his head into his hands. The blond stumbled backwards and Dante tilted his head to the other side. What the hell was going on now? Why couldn't anything just go the way it was meant to?
"Krad?" Dante stepped closer to the blond. "Krad!"
A soft gasp left Krad's mouth as a hand went through his back and ripped his heart out. He looked over his shoulder and the Nephilim came into sight. How had it used its invisibility mode? It wasn't an angel anymore. Or was it? Tears fell from Krad's eyes as dropped to the dirty, wet alley floor, his blood pooling around him. What was he going to do? There was nothing he could do. He could hear Dante's voice as the trigger happy half-demon shot at the Nephilim.
The black winged half-breed disappeared and Dante crouched down, putting his guns away. "Krad? Krad, don't you dare die on me, you hormonal catastrophe!" There was a cough as a response. Dante frowned and went to touch Krad's body but froze. His heart had been removed and Dante knew that the heart was a very important part of the body. "Krad!"
"Hotel…dumbass…"
Dante rolled his eyes. Of course Krad would be alive enough to strain that out. Dante removed his jacket and placed it over Krad, picking the blond up. There was a hiss of pain and Krad's body was trembling. Dante picked up Krad's bag as well and started back to the hotel, ignoring the looks he got. Krad made it a habit to make him look as gay as possible and it was annoying the half-demon to no end. Back at the hotel, Dante paid for a room and headed up, listening to Krad's pants as the angel fought to stay conscious.
"Dante…" he whined pitifully. "…hurts."
"Yeah, it probably will for a while, goldilocks."
"Cold…"
"That's the blood loss. That sweet, sweet blood of yours."
They got to the room and Dante saw the cute girls from two weeks ago. They whispered to each other as they looked at him and Dante sighed. Of course, even in a semi-conscious state Krad still managed to shoot down his chances of getting laid. Opening the door, Dante stepped in and kicked it shut. He placed Krad on the bed, after much protest from the blond as even thinking of moving seemed to hurt him. Dante didn't care at that moment. He pulled his coat off Krad and ripped open his shirt.
Gore wasn't something that affected Dante but the hole in the white back just looked horrible to endure and he would give Krad credit for staying awake as long as he did. It also made Dante wonder why the hell Krad bothered to buy new clothing when it was obvious that every time he wore it, he was going to get fucked up. Dante took his coat into the bathroom and quickly washed it in the bathtub before stripped and getting into the shower. Having to share just a bathroom with the blond had been murder but now he had to share the room, as well. He was getting tired of having to sleep on the sofa as he didn't want Krad to wake up and freak out.
Dante washed his clothing and stepped into the room with just a towel around his hips. He looked at Krad and raised an eyebrow as the blond gripped a pillow, murmuring something. Dante checked the wound and saw that it was beginning to heal over and frowned. What the hell? Dante went to go to the sofa when Krad's hand shot out and took his. Dante looked at the petite, well cared for hand that was gripping his own calloused one. It wasn't a tight grip but Dante didn't really want to be a complete asshole and shake it off. He stayed where he was but sat down and closed his eyes.
Dante wasn't sure how long he was asleep for but he was woken by whispering. He looked at Krad and saw the angel was crying in his sleep, muttering that he was sorry for something. The hand gripping his tightened as Krad called out to him, asking for him to help him; save him. Dante raised an eyebrow and checked Krad's wound. It was fully healed, so he roughly shook the blond's shoulder. Krad's eyes shot open and more tears fell. Krad let go of his hand and got to his knees, pulling off the destroyed shirt and using it to wipe his eyes.
Dante threw himself onto the sofa, pretty sure that his clothing wasn't dry yet and closed his eyes again. He heard Krad get off the bed and go into the bathroom. The shower went on and Dante opened his eyes. What kind of fucked up dreams is he having? It better no affect his ability to kill that Nephilim. Dante closed his eyes when the shower was turned off and the bathroom was opened. The blond dressed, brushed his hair and Dante sat up when he heard the room door open. He stared at Krad as the blond slipped out and looked around. There was a note on the bedside chest and Dante got up. He quickly read it and raised an eyebrow.
Dante,
Going out for something to eat. Thanks and don't bother following. I wet your clothes again and I know you don't want to chase after me in a towel.
Much hate,
Krad.
"I fucking hate him," Dante muttered as his stomach growled at the idea of food.
"The feeling is mutual," Krad called through the door and chuckled when Dante cursed.
Dante went into the bathroom and pulled his wet clothing on. He didn't care if he chaffed. Well, maybe he did a little but he was starving, too. He pulled his boots on and grabbed his coat, heading out and following Krad. It was the middle of early morning and Krad was hitting bakeries, getting doughnuts and hot chocolate, adding more sugar to them. Dante tilted his head and sat beside the blond in the park and raised an eyebrow as Krad didn't bother about chewing his food. It was a curious thing.
"Mass tissue regeneration," Krad said as he wiped his mouth with a paper napkin and drank his hot chocolate. "I need the sugar." Krad handed Dante another bag. "Here, I knew you would be hungry and that's sorta my thanks for…doing stuff."
Dante opened the bag and pulled out one of the doughnuts with colored sprinkles. "You mean for saving your scrawny ass?" He smirked when Krad mumbled something and looked away. For some reason, Krad seemed to be blushing a lot recently but Dante wasn't going to think anything about it as he didn't want the blond to kick his ass. "It's gonna take more than sweets, goldilocks. I could've gotten laid tonight but you screwed that up for me."
"At least you got screwed," Krad muttered. "And dipping your wick into something like those two girls is more important than making sure the only person who can help you stop the next apocalypse is safe?
Dante snorted. "I shot that fucker and he bled. I don't think I need you that badly."
Krad stared at Dante. What was wrong with that guy? "Are you retarded?"
Dante crumpled the empty paper bag and glared at Krad. "Would you stop asking me that? Or did you want a bullet in your head, too?"
"That Nephilim, while technically not a Nephilim anymore, still has the properties of an angel. You can shoot it until you're bored but it'll still be alive." Krad sighed and drank the other hot chocolate he got and handed a cup to Dante. He noticed that the silver haired man was reluctant to take it. "I only spat in it. Stop being a girl."
Dante took the cup and shrugged. It wouldn't be the first time that he had swapped spit with some guy. He inhaled the scent of the coffee. "So, only you can kill that Nephilim?"
"Yup. Not even Lucifer could kill it. Only an angel can kill an angel."
Dante frowned and placed his hand on Krad's chest, feeling the blond's heart beating. "Then how the fuck are you still alive?"
"Because it's not an angel anymore. It's fallen but still has the feathered wings which means that I have to be the one to kill my brother…again." Krad lowered his eyes and brushed Dante's hand off his chest.
Dante drank the coffee and stared at the lighting sky. He went to ask a question when he got a sharp pain in his temples. It was like his head was caught in a vice and it was slowly being tightened. He gripped his head and gritted his teeth. The pain died off as quickly as it had appeared and he blinked, panting slightly. "What the fuck was that?"
Krad stood and straightened his shirt. "That was Luci giving you the address of where we have to go. Get your lopsided ass into gear, half-breed. We've got a world to save."
End Chapter V.
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