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~Rogue~
By: Aerys Krystie.
Two days. Two fucking days Dante had been stuck on the train for. Of course Vergil would pick the only place that would take two days by train and possibly another two days by foot to reach. It was in the middle of the desert and Krad knew exactly where it was, which scared Dante a little. Krad had said that if they left then, they should be able to get to their destination before the ritual was completed. They weren't going to get there in time to stop it before it started. Krad could be a little fucking ray of sunshine when he wanted to be.
Dante glanced at the blond, which was keeping a bunch of restless children amused. Dante sat up and stared. Krad had a chair from the dining cart in the aisle and was crouched on the back of it. That was impressive and it got Dante curious about how it was able to be accomplished. The half-demon got to his feet and stood behind the children that were seated on the floor in front of the blond as Krad stood on the back of the chair and stepped off it, smiling at them. They clapped and Krad asked them if they wanted to see a magic trick. The kids cheered and Krad laughed softly, picking up a little girl and standing her on the chair.
Krad told the girl to think of any number she wanted. Dante tilted his head as the girl told Krad she had a number in her and Krad nodded, stepping back as ten feathers fell around the girl. The girl squealed and hopped off the chair, picking up one of the feathers; each feather had the colors of the rainbow on them. The girl asked how Krad knew that she was thinking about the rainbow and Krad winked, saying that it was a secret.
"Can I go next?" Dante asked with a smirk.
"I don't think so, Dante. You'd probably think of a number in the millions." Krad stuck his tongue out at Dante and looked down at a little boy with sparkling green eyes. "Yes, Matthew?"
"Is he your boyfriend?" Matthew teased and giggled loudly as Krad ticked him. "Okay! Okay! He's not your boyfriend!"
Dante shook his head as Krad picked Matthew up and placed him on the chair, wondering about the blush that had stained the blond's cheeks when Matthew had asked him that question. Matthew told Krad he had a number and Krad tilted his head to the side. Krad stepped to the side as fourteen sky blue feathers fell around the boy, who cheered and clapped his hands. Krad helped Matthew off the chair and patted his hair. Three parents entered the cart and looked relieved and Dante looked over his shoulder as one of them went to go tell the others where their children were. A middle aged woman walked up to Krad and narrowed her eyes at him.
Dante reached for his guns but Krad held his hand up and explained to the woman that he hadn't meant to worry them but the children were running amuck and it was disturbing the other passengers. The woman nodded and thanked Krad for keeping them entertained but their parents had been searching everywhere for them. Krad smiled and said goodbye to the kids as they were ushered out of the cart by the woman. Krad lost his smile and glared at the woman's back. She looked over her shoulder and a scared glint in her eyes.
Dante stepped up to Krad when the woman left the cart. They were the only passengers remaining. "How did you go that trick with the chair?"
Krad blinked and looked at Dante. "Jealous?"
Dante laughed sarcastically and went back to the seats and lied down, closing his eyes. Jealous? Of Krad? Was the blond letting his hair color get to him? The driver's voice came over the intercom and announced they would arrive at the next station in twenty minutes. Krad returned the chair to the dining cart. His eyes widened when he saw the Nephilim sitting at one of the tables, idly fondling a knife. He looked up at him and smirked, throwing the knife. Krad caught it and stared at the black winged angel with indifference.
Krad felt Vergil behind him and raised an eyebrow. Two on one. Were they serious? They really wanted to fuck with him at that moment? The Nephilim got to his feet and stood in front of the blond. Krad searched the glowing amethyst orbs of his brother, looking for anything that would show him part of his brother was still in there. There was nothing but a malicious intent and a less-than-sane glaze. Krad sighed and stabbed the knife he held in Vergil's thigh, elbowing the half-demon in the face. He hooked the Nephilim and kicked it's knee out, spinning around and dodging the attack of Vergil's sword. He picked up the Nephilim and let Vergil stab that instead.
With the blade still in the Nephilim, Krad twisted it around and forced Vergil's grip on the handle to falter. With a smirk, Krad brought out his two blades and sliced Vergil's wrist. "Did you honestly think a demon could win against an angel?" Krad growled when Vergil and the Nephilim disappeared. He put his blades away and went back to the cart where Dante was and sat down. At least he didn't get fucked up but Krad knew that was Dark's doing. They wanted to see their strengths and the next attack would focus on their weaknesses.
"So you met my brother?" Dante asked after a few minutes of silence. "What did you think of him?"
"Pity he's insane. He's cute."
Dante rolled his eyes but didn't open them. "You could've killed them both. Why didn't you?"
"Did you want to get paid for helping me or not?" Krad didn't bother to listen to Dante's answer. He already knew what it was. "Besides, I wanted them to see my strength. When we get there, they'll test our weakness and the only weakness I have is children."
Dante opened his eyes and sat up as the train began to slow. "Is that the only weakness you have? What about your brother?"
"I just used him as a meat shield. I don't think they'll try to use him against me and as far as I'm concerned, I'm an only child now. My brother died seven hundred years ago." Krad got to his feet and headed to the doors when the train stopped. They couldn't use a child against him as there wouldn't be any around them. So what could they do?
Dante and Krad stepped off the locomotive and looked around. It was a rural town that looked like it was from the Old West. The boarding deck was made of wood and they headed to the right. The walk through the desert was going to be annoying but they knew it had to be done. Krad walked slightly behind Dante, trying to pick up whatever he could. There would be traps, there was no room for doubt there. But what kind?
Dante stopped walking and Krad felt it, too. Gold eyes widened as he heard a voice behind him. It was his mother's voice. She had died well and truly over a millennium ago and Krad couldn't face her. Dante took care of it for him and shot the spirit through the head. Krad lowered his eyes and walked past Dante, knowing that the half-breed wouldn't question him. Obviously he did have a couple of weaknesses that weren't just children.
Some rubble fell from the cliff they were passing but neither of them paid any attention to it. Krad stopped when Dante put a hand on his shoulder. "Yes, it was my mother," Krad answered and continued walking. Krad was still trying to get over the fact that they had raised the dead souls of those that were close to him. In the distance, Krad saw something glitter and so did Dante. Krad knew it was the cross that he had lost when he cut his hair.
As they walked, souls of children appeared and Krad sent them back to their resting place. They were already dead, but it didn't stop the creeping guilt that was entering him. They were the children he had killed in the past. Krad remembered them all but sending them back to where they would be happy was better than losing himself to the overbearing sorrow that filled his heart when he saw them. A woman called out Dante's name and the half-demon froze.
Krad looked over his shoulder and saw a beautiful woman standing behind the man. Krad recognized her as Eva, Dante's mother from the half-demon's memories. Dante called Rebellion to his hand and swung it around, cutting his mother's soul in half. Krad studied Dante as the man stepped past him and he lowered his eyes. Dante was stronger than Krad was when it came to shutting his heart out of battles and decided that was a plus.
Krad glanced at the place where Eva had stood and faced forward again. "No!" he cried when he saw a series of black feathers pierce Dante. He blinked and it was gone. Dante was staring at him, a quizzical eyebrow raised. Krad shook his head and continued on. Maybe he did have another weakness but Krad never saw Dante as a weakness but as a strength that could help him.
Dante watched Krad. Maybe it was the afternoon heat that was getting to him but he could've sworn he saw Krad's eyes swirling between the colors of amethyst and gold. He thought nothing more of it and followed the blond. By the time the sun had set and they were tired enough to camp for the night, they had fought more spirits and slain half a legion of demons. They were both worn physically, emotionally and psychologically. Neither of them wanted to rest as Krad took the sky and told them a few more hours of walking and they would arrive but they knew they had to.
Krad got a fire going and asked Dante if he was thirsty. Dante was more than thirsty. He felt he was about to keel over from dehydration but just nodded. They hadn't said anything in hours, save for their battle cries and Krad's question. Dante watched with amazement as Krad summoned water from nowhere and even got a glass to put it in. He handed it to the demon and then collapsed to his knees, in front of the fire. Dante was going to ask about it but decided he probably didn't want to know where the water had come from. It was refreshing, nevertheless. After he had finished, the glass disappeared and Dante lied back, hands under his head and closed his eyes.
Dante's eyes shot open and he got to his feet, Rebellion ready in his hands. Krad was also on his feet but shook his head at Dante. "Relax. It's Michael."
"Michael? The archangel Michael? God's right hand man, Michael? The guy that chained Lucifer to the pit for a thousand years, Michael?" Dante raised an eyebrow when Krad giggled and nodded. He was expecting the blond to rip his head off.
"The one and only."
Krad got on his knees as a flurry of grey feathers appeared and bowed his head. He might be related to the angel by blood but that didn't mean he was going to disrespect him. The feathers disappeared and Dante stared at the man that stood there. He was in armor that looked very similar to the ancient Romans. His black hair was cut short and his glowing green eyes stared back at the half-demon. He had large grey wings attached to his back that seemed to glow in the desert darkness. That was the first time that Dante had ever seen an angel and he was still trying to pick his jaw up. The angel was handsome but wasn't beautiful, like Lucifer or Krad.
Dante put Rebellion away as Krad got to his feet and wrapped his arms around the angel's neck. Dante's eyes widened at that. Was Krad allowed to do that? Krad kissed Michael once on each cheek and Dante's eyebrows went up. Was Krad allowed to that, as well? It seemed that Michael didn't have a problem with it as he smiled at the half-breed that had stepped back from him. Why was Michael there, now? Just as they were about to stop the hell on earth, the angels decided to show up now? Somehow it didn't surprise Dante that the angels were late to the party.
Michael and Krad glared at the half-demon and Dante held his hands up. It was true, in his defense. Of course, it had taken Lucifer just as long to ask them for help but Dante doubted that Michael was there to ask for their help. Dante observed as the two angels spoke in a language he couldn't even begin to understand. It sounded bizarre but at the same time, it was a beautiful melody that rolled of their tongues. Dante frowned slightly as Krad gripped the bracelet around his left wrist and shook his head violently. By that action, Dante assumed that Michael was trying to convince Krad to remove the bracelet. Of course, the blond still believed that whatever was in him was pure evil. Dante agreed. And again, the angels glared at him.
Dante sighed and sat down but continued to watch. Fuck 'em then. They spoke and Dante smirked as Krad's eyes went wide and a blush covered his cheeks but again, the blond shook his head vigorously, obviously denying whatever Michael had just said. It seemed to amuse the older angel as he had a smile on his lips and his eyes danced playfully in the fire. Eventually, Krad nodded and glanced at Dante, who raised an eyebrow at him. Krad hugged Michael again and the older angel disappeared in a flurry of grey feathers. Krad sat down and chewed his lower lip, playing with the bracelet.
"So what did your daddy want?" Dante asked.
"He's not my father; he's my uncle. He just came to tell me that I shouldn't fear what I harbor in my body as it can be used for good and evil. I just need to control it and that's what scares me. He and my father seem to think I have what it takes. I'm not so sure."
Dante snorted and closed his eyes as he lied down again. "Try not to be too confident. And get some rest. You'll be shit tomorrow if you don't get any sleep."
Krad nodded, even though Dante couldn't see it. He curled up and stared at the bracelet in the fire. It was a silver and gold chain intertwining, with a diamond in the center. Of course, it wasn't just any diamond. Depending on his mood, it flashed different colors and it was the stone that kept the beast in him at bay. Krad wanted to believe his father and uncle about being able to control the entity but he couldn't bring himself to. What if he attacked his weakness? Krad would never forgive himself.
Both half-breeds woke at the same time. There was an hour before sunrise and they started walking. Rest did them both good as they didn't flinch with sending the souls of those that came at them back to where they came from. They were able to anticipate demon attacks and killed the creatures before they knew what had hit them. Dante noticed that Krad's attacks were more powerful than the previous day and he was more agile.
Dante had just slain a demon when he noticed that there were a black ball of energy going towards Krad. The blond raised his hand and manipulated the sand to raise and block the ball. Dante blinked as that happened. What else was Krad capable of? Not even Dante could get the earth to work with him. Dante had a new respect for Krad. He might be a hormonal catastrophe but he was powerful and the half-demon didn't want to fuck with Krad in case he decided that he didn't need him anymore.
Dante's eyes widened as Krad turned to the side and used his other hand to raise the sand behind him. Krad lowered his hands and smiled at the silver haired man as he continued walking. Dante's eyes followed him but he didn't move for a few seconds. If Krad was that powerful without releasing whatever was inside of him, why were Michael and Lucifer trying to get him to release it? Did they really think that Krad wasn't strong enough to take out the Nephilim? Dante walked a few steps behind Krad, staring at the gold strands that gleamed in the desert sun.
They both paused at looked up a small cliff when there was a roar. Dante raised an eyebrow as a demon jumped down and landed in front of Krad. The blond jumped out of the reach of its claws and the demon growled. With a smirk, Dante pulled Rebellion off his back. That was going to be interesting. The demon was powerful; any idiot could've picked up on that. Krad stood back, with his eyes closed and his hands in his pockets as Dante attacked the creature.
The bracelet grew cold and Krad opened his eyes. He pulled out his blades and joined Dante as the half-demon thrust Rebellion into the demon's gut and sliced upward. It was going to take a fair bit to kill that demon. Mainly because of the fat that surrounded the organ Krad needed to get his hands on. The monster howled in agony and Krad removed its right hand and jumped out of the way as Dante pulled out his pistols. Krad landed on Dante's shoulders, not weighing the half-breed down at all.
Dante looked up, still firing. Somehow, it didn't anger him that Krad was perched on his shoulders and turned his eyes back to the demon. He shot out its knees and Krad leapt at it again, hacking his way through the skin and fat and muscle that hid its heart. Krad scrambled onto the demon's back when Dante called out his name in warning. He looked at the severed hand that had taken on a life of its own and growled. It was getting absorbed back into the monster's body.
Krad put his blades away and crawled onto the chest, gripping the hand. He ripped it from the body and threw it into the air. Dante shot the shit out of it and cut up into tiny pieces. He knew that Krad was after the heart of the demon and decided to make it easier for the blond. It seemed that all of their attacks were in vain as the demon threw Krad from its body and Dante's caught the angel, placing him on his feet. They stared in annoyance as the monster healed itself, minus its right hand.
Krad narrowed his eyes and released his wings, hissing in slight discomfort as they tore through his back. He jumped onto the demon and Dante stepped back, deciding to let Krad do the rest of the work. The demon didn't stand a chance and the silver haired man just watched as Krad sent a wave of white feathers down the monster's throat and jumped back. The demon exploded and Dante turned away. He looked back as Krad lightly landed on his feet and walked up to the hearts of the creature, throwing red tinted feathers at them. Dante raised an eyebrow as the five organs exploded and Krad retracted his wings, shaking his hair over his shoulder.
Dante smirked and walked up to Krad. They made a good team and it was even better because he didn't have to worry about Krad trying to stab or shoot him in the back. They continued on their way and Dante picked a bit of the demon from Krad's hair, throwing it away. Krad laughed and put his blades away. Dante could be such a gentleman when he wanted to be. Krad missed a step as he shook his head. His uncle was wrong. That's all there was to it.
Dante raised an eyebrow as Krad stumbled slightly and hoped that the blond wasn't losing his energy. They couldn't afford to really ask Vergil and the Nephilim to postpone the summoning until a later date so they could be well rested. Krad just grinned at him and Dante inclined his head. He wasn't going to say anything and decided that if Krad needed a rest the blond would've said so. Dante looked over his shoulder but kept walking.
They came up to a small cliff and jumped onto a ledge and climbed their way up. Krad was going to kill the pair of them for making him break three nails and it was going to take forever to get rid of the blisters that were forming on his palms and fingers. They got to the top twenty minutes later and stared at the two that were waiting for them. They honestly couldn't expect to be leaving that place alive. Krad released his wings and Dante pulled Rebellion off his back. The Nephilim cackled insanely and Vergil smirked in a similar way.
"We know your weakness, Nephilim," Vergil said, taking a step towards them but was forced back. He raised an eyebrow. "And it seems you know what it is, too. You can't protect Dante while protecting yourself."
Dante stared at Krad. "I'm your weakness?" They jumped out of the way as the undead Nephilim initiated the fight, having gotten bored of words being spoken. Dante shook his head and focused on Vergil. It was going to be an annoying battle and trying to make sure that Krad didn't worry about him was going to be even more annoying. "Wanna dance, dear brother?" Dante asked as he charged at Vergil, who only answered with a 'hmph' and blocked his attack.
End Chapter VI.
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