Devil May Cry: Cruor - Linked Bloods
Prologue
There was an unpleasant smell in the air as the demon slayer opened the gigantic door that led to the abandoned hotel's ballroom. The familiar stench overwhelmed him that made him a bit nauseous and ecstatic at the same time. Yes that smell he knew so well that it was imbedded into his senses. The sweet smell of freshly shed blood was in the air.
He took a step inside casually as if he was walking around in his house, completely care freely. The ballroom was littered with corpse of young women none of them old enough to be married. The demon slayer approached the corpse that laid to his right, a Caucasian woman with red hair. She was decapitated from the waist down, her insides hanging down like torn streamers at a birthday party. He sure was glad that he forgot to eat dinner that night which was thanks to weeks without a job.
Shit, he thought, so hungry, good thing this job pays off pretty good. He stood up straight and took a look around his surrounding; turning left to right, up and down, all 360 degrees of the deserted ballroom. All around him were corpse and darkness, there was nothing there. At least nothing his eyes could detect. BOOM! The sound of the bullet leaving his trusty handgun, Ebony, echoed the ballroom and a second later a light thud was heard from across the room. the demon slayer made his way through the sea of corpse and crimson blood to where the demon laid. Bullet had shot straight through the head, an instant kill.
"My work here is done," he said as he turned his back against the demon and walked away. "Cheh, these half-assed kind of jobs are too boring."
He didn't look back once at the demon as he marched towards the gargantuan door that stood in between him and fresh air and possibly a good pay check. The slayer walked outside and stepped on the patch of green grass underneath him and kept marching forwards when a familiar ringtone rang from his cell phone. He didn't even have to check who called him, he knew only one person that used such a corny ringtone and thinks it's original.
"Yeah," he answered obnoxiously, "I just finished the job here as well. I'm heading to town right now, I'll see you in couple of minutes, have the money ready. Oh and by the way this is the last time I'm taking a job from you." He ran his right hand through his silvery white hair. "Hey give me a second alright? Don't hang up."
He turns around to face the abandoned hotel once more and shoots rapidly at the dark entrance with Ivory. The silence befalls him, in the darkness of the night that is lit by the crescent moon all remains dead silent.
"I'll call you back," he says, then swiftly closes his phone and arms his other hand with Ebony. "Oh still alive I see. Cheh, let's finish this so I can go for some pizza."
The demon approached the demon slayer in an awkward fashion as it limped from side to side. Its lifeless eyes started to glow bright yellow, and veins could be seen popping out of the body as the little demon started to tremble and shake violently. The devilish being grew bigger by the second until he was as tall as a small house and its body was being engulfed in flames.
"Ho, my, my what do we have here," he said sarcastically, “and just when I thought you demons couldn't get any uglier."
The demon took the bait and roared in fury as he acerbated his flaming body towards the demon slayer. The demon drew its arm back and took a swung, the wind created by the swing of its arm was enough to make the demon slayer take a step back and the areas behind burned with red flames. The slayer started shooting the demon without hesitation, a shoot to the chest with Ivory and a shot to its right arm with Ebony. In no time it became a scene of flames and bullets with neither side giving an inch.
"Oh, not bad, not bad at all," he said with a grin on his face, "it's been a while since I had to use this."
The demon slayer placed both his guns back in their holsters, his face was covered the darkness that surrounded them but a flicker from the blaze nearby showed a glimpse of his face which showed neither anxiety nor panic. Pleasure. It was written in his face. It was only for a flash of second but it was clear he was enjoying this like a little kid playing with his new toy. Then his hand slowly reached for the handle that was sticking out of his back, the demon sensed movement and in an instant dashed towards its enemy. The clash between the two created a blinding light that overcame the dark night for an instant, only for an instant and it was all over. Single strand of white hair fell from his head and a streak of crimson blood leaked from the cut that was on his cheek.
"Ha! I guess you're all talk son of Sparda," the demon spoke to him in a satisfied voice.
"The name's Dante," he said with an annoyed voice, "remember that in Hell."
"Says the one that's about to d-" and before it could finish, the head rolled from its neck and blood squirted everywhere, raining from the sky, dying everything crimson.
The demon could no longer hear the words coming from the demon slayer, Dante's mouth. But it was clear what he was saying by reading the movement of his lips. Sa-Yo-Na-Ra. The last thing the demon was able to see was the burst of flame coming from Dante's gun as he shot a single bullet, which once again pierced through the centre of its forehead.
Dante wiped the blood of his face and walked away from the scenery muttering to himself, "Cheh, just when I thought they couldn't get any uglier."
***
There sound of the bell ringing was barely noticeable as Dante made his way into the pub. He marched his way in through bunch of guys who were wasting way their money on a pool game, until he finally reached the bar. He sat down on a stool next to that of a beautiful woman with shoulder length black held up with hair wax. He sat down and ordered a pan of pepperoni pizza and beer.
"So how was work?" asked the woman next to him as Dante was took a bite from a slice. "It seems like it was a bit difficult."
"Nah," replied after gulping down some beer to help him swallow the pizza. "It just got a little messy, that's about it."
Dante took another bite from his pizza and the woman ordered herself a shot of whiskey, the two sat chatting, there was no small talks between the two both were all about business.
"Here's the money from the job," she said while handing Dante the envelop.
"There's a few bills missing," he replied after checking the money throughly.
"Of course I get 10% of the cut for being your agent," she replied while getting up from her seat.
"Hey, Lady where you going?"
Lady gave Dante a wink and replied, "The restroom~ I gotta freshen up~!"
He gave a grunt and ordered a shot of whiskey and got up to leave.
"Hey buddy aren't you paying," the bar tender asked.
"Nope," he replied without turning around, "just put my bill with the woman who went to the bathroom. Tell her thanks for the meal." Then he waved his arm and exited the bar.
***
On top of the local church, two figures hidden from the moon light stared down at the town. From where they stood people were about the size of insects crawling on the ground. One of them took a seat beside the gargoyle and the other stood as Dante comes out of the bar.
"So that's the legendary demon slayer Dante," said the one sitting down while petting the stone gargoyle.
"Yes," the other replied in a voice that showed no emotions.
"Interesting,” he said, scratching his head and smiling. "Funny isn't it? How the blood ties work."
I hope to get some comments and replies
Prologue
There was an unpleasant smell in the air as the demon slayer opened the gigantic door that led to the abandoned hotel's ballroom. The familiar stench overwhelmed him that made him a bit nauseous and ecstatic at the same time. Yes that smell he knew so well that it was imbedded into his senses. The sweet smell of freshly shed blood was in the air.
He took a step inside casually as if he was walking around in his house, completely care freely. The ballroom was littered with corpse of young women none of them old enough to be married. The demon slayer approached the corpse that laid to his right, a Caucasian woman with red hair. She was decapitated from the waist down, her insides hanging down like torn streamers at a birthday party. He sure was glad that he forgot to eat dinner that night which was thanks to weeks without a job.
Shit, he thought, so hungry, good thing this job pays off pretty good. He stood up straight and took a look around his surrounding; turning left to right, up and down, all 360 degrees of the deserted ballroom. All around him were corpse and darkness, there was nothing there. At least nothing his eyes could detect. BOOM! The sound of the bullet leaving his trusty handgun, Ebony, echoed the ballroom and a second later a light thud was heard from across the room. the demon slayer made his way through the sea of corpse and crimson blood to where the demon laid. Bullet had shot straight through the head, an instant kill.
"My work here is done," he said as he turned his back against the demon and walked away. "Cheh, these half-assed kind of jobs are too boring."
He didn't look back once at the demon as he marched towards the gargantuan door that stood in between him and fresh air and possibly a good pay check. The slayer walked outside and stepped on the patch of green grass underneath him and kept marching forwards when a familiar ringtone rang from his cell phone. He didn't even have to check who called him, he knew only one person that used such a corny ringtone and thinks it's original.
"Yeah," he answered obnoxiously, "I just finished the job here as well. I'm heading to town right now, I'll see you in couple of minutes, have the money ready. Oh and by the way this is the last time I'm taking a job from you." He ran his right hand through his silvery white hair. "Hey give me a second alright? Don't hang up."
He turns around to face the abandoned hotel once more and shoots rapidly at the dark entrance with Ivory. The silence befalls him, in the darkness of the night that is lit by the crescent moon all remains dead silent.
"I'll call you back," he says, then swiftly closes his phone and arms his other hand with Ebony. "Oh still alive I see. Cheh, let's finish this so I can go for some pizza."
The demon approached the demon slayer in an awkward fashion as it limped from side to side. Its lifeless eyes started to glow bright yellow, and veins could be seen popping out of the body as the little demon started to tremble and shake violently. The devilish being grew bigger by the second until he was as tall as a small house and its body was being engulfed in flames.
"Ho, my, my what do we have here," he said sarcastically, “and just when I thought you demons couldn't get any uglier."
The demon took the bait and roared in fury as he acerbated his flaming body towards the demon slayer. The demon drew its arm back and took a swung, the wind created by the swing of its arm was enough to make the demon slayer take a step back and the areas behind burned with red flames. The slayer started shooting the demon without hesitation, a shoot to the chest with Ivory and a shot to its right arm with Ebony. In no time it became a scene of flames and bullets with neither side giving an inch.
"Oh, not bad, not bad at all," he said with a grin on his face, "it's been a while since I had to use this."
The demon slayer placed both his guns back in their holsters, his face was covered the darkness that surrounded them but a flicker from the blaze nearby showed a glimpse of his face which showed neither anxiety nor panic. Pleasure. It was written in his face. It was only for a flash of second but it was clear he was enjoying this like a little kid playing with his new toy. Then his hand slowly reached for the handle that was sticking out of his back, the demon sensed movement and in an instant dashed towards its enemy. The clash between the two created a blinding light that overcame the dark night for an instant, only for an instant and it was all over. Single strand of white hair fell from his head and a streak of crimson blood leaked from the cut that was on his cheek.
"Ha! I guess you're all talk son of Sparda," the demon spoke to him in a satisfied voice.
"The name's Dante," he said with an annoyed voice, "remember that in Hell."
"Says the one that's about to d-" and before it could finish, the head rolled from its neck and blood squirted everywhere, raining from the sky, dying everything crimson.
The demon could no longer hear the words coming from the demon slayer, Dante's mouth. But it was clear what he was saying by reading the movement of his lips. Sa-Yo-Na-Ra. The last thing the demon was able to see was the burst of flame coming from Dante's gun as he shot a single bullet, which once again pierced through the centre of its forehead.
Dante wiped the blood of his face and walked away from the scenery muttering to himself, "Cheh, just when I thought they couldn't get any uglier."
***
There sound of the bell ringing was barely noticeable as Dante made his way into the pub. He marched his way in through bunch of guys who were wasting way their money on a pool game, until he finally reached the bar. He sat down on a stool next to that of a beautiful woman with shoulder length black held up with hair wax. He sat down and ordered a pan of pepperoni pizza and beer.
"So how was work?" asked the woman next to him as Dante was took a bite from a slice. "It seems like it was a bit difficult."
"Nah," replied after gulping down some beer to help him swallow the pizza. "It just got a little messy, that's about it."
Dante took another bite from his pizza and the woman ordered herself a shot of whiskey, the two sat chatting, there was no small talks between the two both were all about business.
"Here's the money from the job," she said while handing Dante the envelop.
"There's a few bills missing," he replied after checking the money throughly.
"Of course I get 10% of the cut for being your agent," she replied while getting up from her seat.
"Hey, Lady where you going?"
Lady gave Dante a wink and replied, "The restroom~ I gotta freshen up~!"
He gave a grunt and ordered a shot of whiskey and got up to leave.
"Hey buddy aren't you paying," the bar tender asked.
"Nope," he replied without turning around, "just put my bill with the woman who went to the bathroom. Tell her thanks for the meal." Then he waved his arm and exited the bar.
***
On top of the local church, two figures hidden from the moon light stared down at the town. From where they stood people were about the size of insects crawling on the ground. One of them took a seat beside the gargoyle and the other stood as Dante comes out of the bar.
"So that's the legendary demon slayer Dante," said the one sitting down while petting the stone gargoyle.
"Yes," the other replied in a voice that showed no emotions.
"Interesting,” he said, scratching his head and smiling. "Funny isn't it? How the blood ties work."
I hope to get some comments and replies
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