Waiting For The Heavens
God help my save tomorrow from fear of darkest hour.
this world in pain, it's time to rise again.
this life is so called murder.
staring at angry horror.
don't want to live today when all I feel is pain.
and I pray that I would fall apart.
I know this world's the enemy.
Eighteen Visions - Waiting For The Heavens
The rain had stopped, and so had the sirens. A little boy sat alone on the steps of a service station, clutching a blood-stained sweater. His mother and brother were both dead, there was no doubt about that.
He watched on with tears in his eyes as Eva was zipped into a body bag and lifted into the back of a black van. The police had tried to console him, but it was all to no avail. They had given him Vergil's sweater, which was found in a pool of blood in a back alley a block or so away, and after that he had refused to speak to anyone.
He felt someone walk up to him, but he didn't respond. He felt them stop and crouch down beside him.
"Dante," the person said. Dante didn't answer. He didn't even look at the man.
"My name is Klaud, I was a friend of your fathers," he explained. He reached out a hand and placed it on Dante's shoulder.
"I don't expect you to understand all of this, at least not yet, but I want you to come with me. My people will protect you until you are old enough to defend yourself. What you do after that is up to you."
"And what if I don't want to go with you?" Dante asked, his voice barely audible. For the first time in hours, the boy moved, turning to look at Klaud.
Klaud reminded him of a librarian he once met. He wore glasses, and had a full head of dark brown hair, but still looked quite old. He also had an abnormally large nose, Dante noticed. He remembered the librarian staring down his long nose at him and asking, no, yelling, why he thought it neccesary to put a slug in his sandwich. Dante, of course, had no idea what he was talking about, but when he saw Vergil rolling on the floor laughing, he knew what this was about. He was always getting blamed for crimes that his twin had committed.
He did find it quite amusing, however, that the librarian had failed to notice his slug sandwich until he had ate (and seemingly enjoyed) most of it.
Dante smiled as he reminisced. Although he thought that his brother was an ungrateful brat, he still loved him and, regardless of what anyone else said, they had fun together.
"That's better," Klaud said, smiling back at Dante. "Although, I can assure you that I am nothing like that awful librarian." Dante gasped and stared into Klaud's dark brown eyes.
"How-how did you know what I was thinking?" he asked, genuinely amazed. Klaud tapped the side of his nose and smiled again.
"Maybe I'll tell you someday. That is, if you come with me," he replied. Dante surveyed the older man's face, taking in every freckle and wrinkle. There was something about the man that made him feel at ease. Maybe it was his warm smile, or his soothing voice, he just couldn't put his finger on it.
"I-Uh-Maybe I will," Dante replied, eager to find out more about this man.
"If it is revenge that you want, Dante, I can help you get it."
The incessant ticking of the clock awoke the demon hunter. It seemed louder than usual, but he dismissed it. His head was always funny when he first woke up. It took him a few minutes to realise that someone else was in the room.
"Are you alright?" They asked. He raised his head off the desk a few inches to see a dark brunette woman staring down at him.
"Sylvia?" He asked. The woman smiled at him and then looked up at the clock.
"Hey, you're asleep early; it's only half past ten," she said. Dante rubbed his eyes and stood up. That meant that he had been sleeping for over twelve hours. Darkness had obviously fallen, otherwise Sylvia wouldn't be there.
Sylvia was a vampire, and one of Dante's oldest friends. Infact, she was the daughter of Lord Nicholas, theruler of the vampires. She acted as Dante's secretary. Although he didn't really need one, she insisted on helping him out, and he appreciated it.
"I doubt that I will be sleeping tonight, anyway," Dante said. "We have guests, by the way; a Demon and a Banshee. Try to be nice to them, please." He turned his back on the vampiress and walked up to the spare room, where he had allowed the 'guests' to sleep. They were both awake, and were chatting about ancient prophecies when Dante walked in.
"Sleep well?" He asked. They both nodded and then Aurora escused herself, wandering out into the hallway. Dante watched her until she vanished from his sight before turning back to Selena.
"We need to do something," he said, sitting on the bed beside her. "Last night, I dreamt about the night that my mother died...again. I think that someone is trying to tell me something. This time, I remembered a guy called Klaud. He took me in and... But I just don't understand any of this...Lord Nicholas raised me, not Klaud."
Selena stood up and picked a coat up off the floor. Trish had gave her some clothes to wear, seeing as her dress was damaged beyond repair. She now wore black jeans and a black shirt. Trish hated those clothes, which was why she gave them away so 'generously'. She wore them when trying to blend in with the mortals, which wasn't very often anymore.
"Klaud is my superior." Selena explained. She closed her eyes and wandered over to the small window. "I think that we should see him. Maybe he will be able to give you the answers that you seek."
Trish awoke from her slumber and groaned, rubbing her eyes. Every part of her ached; her head, her back, her butt, everything. She tried to remember the previous night, only to fall back down onto the bed as a wave of nausea hit her. A quick glance out of the window told her that it was still nighttime. She lifted her aching body off the bed and stumbled towards the door.
"'lo?" she called out weakly. She cleared her throat and tried again.
"Hello?" She heard voices from downstairs; it was obvious that Sylvia had arrived.
"Hey," she heard from behind her. She spun around to face Dante and smiled.
"What is it now?" she enquired.
"We have to leave," he explained, provoking a groan from Trish. "Trish, I know that we went through hell last night, but we still aren't safe...I know that something is going on, it started with the werewolves, and now that worm in the tunnel. I don't like being kept in the dark; I need to find out what the hell is going on." Trish raised an eyebrow.
"Nicholas, right?" she asked. Dante didn't reply. She smirked and turned away. She didn't like Lord Nicholas much. He was a vampire, and in Trish's opinion all vampires were the same. All they ever did was sit around in their cosy mansions, laughing at the pathetic beings who protected and preserved life as they knew it.
"He won't help you," she told the demon hunter. "The day that I see a vampire fight will be the day that we are free of Mundus." Dante stared at her. She became more and more like Eva every day. The silence was broken by the shrill ringing of the telephone. Dante shook his head and walked over to Trish, placing a hand on each of her shoulders.
"I am doing this for you," he said. "I am not going to lose another loved one to that monster."
The centre of the city of Illiopolis was constantly busy; even at midnight. In the exact centre of the town, there stood an ancient cathedral, once the main attraction of the town. Now, all that remained of its magnificence was an empty shell; a soulless pile of rubble and glass. A few floors still stood, however, and the main courtyard remained perfectly preserved.
The cathedral was once home to the high priest Jaques Illiopolis, a wise and noble man. The high priest was not human, nor were any of his subjects. The cathedral was run by those who had sworn to protect the innocent. When the dark lord Mundus found out about such an establishment, he burned it to the ground, slaughtering every human in the city. It was this act that caused Sparda to rethink his purpose, and question his loyalty to Mundus.
It signalled the beginning of the end of the Great War. It wasn't long before Mundus was on his knees, begging Sparda to spare his life.
Sparda had agreed, and sealed the dark lord in a space between heaven and hell. The only thing that kept him there was Sparda, who gave up a part of his soul in order to ensure that Mundus remained trapped for all eternity. But Sparda wasn't invincible, and eventually passed away. The seal that seperated Mundus from the mortal realm was weakened and his servants broke him free, where he sought revenge on Sparda, only to find that his enemy had already perished at the hands of father time. Instead, he took out his rage on Sparda's family, only to have his eldest son escape with his life. Twenty years later, they fought, and Mundus lost, sealed once again in his unholy prison.
But Dante lacked the neccessary skills to eternally imprison one of Mundus' power, and he easily escaped. Mundus has scores to settle now, and unlike Selena predicted, he wasn't about to organise how he killed people.
Now, on the courtyard of the legendary cathedral, a single man fought off an endless wave of attacking Demons. He knew that this was it for him, he had betrayed Mundus and now he must pay the price.
"But fuck if he is going to beat me now!" He screamed, grabbing a demon by the claw and throwing it into a pillar, sending bits of stone and marble flying into the night. The man stopped to breathe and walked to the edge of the courtyard.
"Son of a bitch!" He yelled at the incapacitated demon. He wandered back into the middle of the courtyard.
"Anyone else?" He yelled to no-one. "Come on! Is that all you've got, you ugly fuck?!" He laughed manically and stepped back into a beam of moonlight. His face was illuminated by the silvery light, and a youthful man was revealed. His face was perfectly constructed, and silver hair fell down over his tired features. He raised a hand and pushed his hair back, revealing a small scar over his right eye.
"You can't fuck with me!" He yelled once more at the black sky. He was replied with an ear piercing screech, and a huge winged beast flew over the top of the courtyard and away into the city.
"Uh-oh," he muttered, pulling a cell phone out of his pocket. "Nice one, Vergil! You come to town to visit family and you end up bringing the whole sodding army here!"
"I thought that we were going to see Nicholas?" Trish asked, closely following Dante and the two female demons.
"I had to say something, otherwise you wouln't have left the house," Dante explained, smirking slightly.
"Then where are we going?" Trish enquired.
"Ashbury Mansion." Selena replied, not bothering to turn around. She led the small group out into the street, facing the Ordoghaz. Trish grabbed her shoulders and violently spun her around.
"Are you insane?!"She screamed. "That place is full of demons! Mundus is sure to search for me there!" Selena smiled at the young devil.
"With the defense that we now have, he would be a fool to even think about attacking there," she reassured her. "For centuries we have been gathering and training an army capable of taking on Mundus, should he ever decide to declare war on us again." Selena paused and signalled to the bar across the road. "One of the entrances to the mansion is in the back of Ordorghaz. It is impossible to enter the mansion directly; you must gain access through one of seven underground passageways throughout the city. Come. We must hurry."
"Hmm, interesting," the man said, gazing down upon the four demons as they entered the ancient bar. "Maybe this is my chance." He leapt down infront of the Ordoghaz and entered, carelessly pushing a wandering mortal out of his way.
It was almost midnight and the bar/club was almost full. Luckily, Vergil was quite tall and was able to peer over the heads of the other demons. His eyes wandered around the crowded room, eventually resting on a closing door in the far corner, behind the bar. Vergil smiled and wandered over to the bar, ignoring the enquiring stares of the other demons.
"Dante?" asked the bar tender. "Didn't you just pass through here?"
Vergil faked a confused look and raised his eyebrows at the man. He briefly glanced down at his name tag, which read 'Harvey'.
"Don't be a dumbass, Harvey," Vergil replied, trying not to arouse the man's suspicion. "Not unless there are two of me, and we can't have that now, can we?" Harvey shook his head.
"I guess not. One of you is bad enough...hey, what did you do to your eye?" Vergil raised a hand to the scar over his right eye.
"Oh, um....Trish. You know, women get kinda rowdy," he lied. Dante had given him the scar when they had fought on Mallet Island. "Talking about Trish, did she pass here? We were going to pay a visit to an old friend up in Ashbury Mansion, but she ran off ahead of me."
Harvey threw a questioning glance at Vergil before signalling to the door that Vergil saw closing earlier. Harvey led him through the door, into a small backroom. He walked over to a carpet over by the far wall and pulled it away, revealing a trap door.
"Follow the tunnel straight on...it's a hike, but you'll get there in the end," the nervous bartender explained. He raised a hand to his forhead, and wiped a layer of sweat away. "Greet the guardians and they will let you pass. But whatever ya do, don't insult them or it will be the last thing you do."
Vergil thanked Harvey before opening the trap door and descending into the tunnel below.
"Are we there yet?" Dante asked, trudging through inches of murky water.
"No," Selena replied. "And just for the record, the answer to the next question will be no."
Trish rolled her eyes. They had been walking for ages and her feet were atarting to hurt. On top of that, she was sick of Dante's childish whining. He was like an annoying little brother on a long car journey. She looked up and saw a bright light at the end of the tunnel. 'Eventually!' she thought. As they drew closer, she could make out two gargoyles against a stone wall. In between the two gargoyles was a circular door with two enormous axes across it. 'Oh great,' she thought. 'We finally get there and the way is locked'.
Selena walked up to the two guardians and cleared her throat.
"As hith mien dieros, " she spoke. Dante felt Aurora move beside her.
"What is she saying?" she asked. Dante closed his eyes in thought for a few seconds before replying.
"I think that she said 'let us pass'." The two gargoyles moved, causing Trish and Aurora to jump back a few feet. They moved slowly, studying Dante, Aurora and Trish very carefully. They nodded and removed the axes from the door, allowing the demons to pass.
Selena led them up stairs and past numerous guards into the mansion. The mansion was crowded; an unusual sight for the middle of the night. Countless vampires were gathered around the windows, peering out over the mansion's many acres of land. The group could tell just by looking at them that they were hungry, and beginning to get agitated.
"He is here," Selena said. "Lord Nicholas."
AN - I didn't want to end it there, but I need to update, and I am getting tired so I will finish it off soon. Also, I apologise for the delay. Homework and illnesses have taken their toll, but I am back and have numerous ideas, so I will hopefully get the next chapter up within the next month. Thank you all for reading, and Happy New Year!