Keaton
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First posted Fan Fic here, set after DMC4.
Sorry about grammar etc, first draft of the first section...
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The rain fell hard on the old church. The skies were blackened by the heavy clouds that thrust a weighty darkness on the ground below, fierce bolts of lightning reached out to the ground alike heavenly branches of a fiery tree whilst the burnt tasting rain drenched those sorry enough to be caught underneath, it was a cursed sight to see. The church was weathered beyond method, the stained glass windows were grand in their day, yet now they rested in ruin as shards of the rose glass lay feet below them on the muddy ground, the door was off its hinges and many of the exterior tiles and bricks that coloured the grey monument were damaged and faded. The only creature to take notice of the chapel within the neighbourhood niche’ was a frenzy of overgrowing undergrowth, ivy clinging to the buildings limbs, accompanied by grasses and weeds that hid the once trim path to the door. They were the only ones who enjoyed the rain, the only ones who watched the sky on fire and the air roar although the devil himself cried with every bolt for vengeance, only the plants heard his call, at least until ‘HE’ arrived.
It was the same time every year. The moon could be seen full behind the raging skies. The woman waited at the gate and said nothing, not fully aware of what was happening.
Dante walked the overgrowth path towards the derelict doorway, the rain fell heavy and with no shield from it his hair was flat against his face and eyes, a slight smiled was painted on his lips. The shocking white hair on his head glistened in the light of the thunder whereas the crimson jacket seemed to darken in the downpour.
“Head back to the shop, I’ll catch up to you” Dante said as he walked, not looking back.
“You don’t want company?” She replied from underneath the umbrella.
“No, this is between me and him...just as it always has” Dante replied and stopped, the large sword on his back adorned with a skull seemed to smile despite the weather “I will see you back there in an hour.” Dante smiled the way he did, assuring that everything was okay, under control and absolutely, undoubtedly cool. Dante wouldn’t lie. She looked down and up at the umbrella before replying.
“Sure. I’ll page you if anything comes up” she said, looking down the path he was already gone. “Typical Dante...”
Inside was worse than outside the church was little more than a very large hall, old communal benches were rotten and eaten by woodworm, the stone pillars that held the roof up were scratched and the rafters nested birds and other creatures. Dante walked slowly to the end, his hands deep in his pockets, looking down he slowed. Candles were lit and although the wax had dripped long below the stem they didn’t show any signs of melting away, the candle light forced shadows and spectres to dance on the walls around Dante, he looked up and fixed his eyes on a single monument at the end. It was an old sword, of Japanese origin. Thrust into the ground named “Chigiri”, hanging from the hilt was a dark blue long jacket, untouched by weather or animal, like the sword.
“Has it been a year already?” Dante stopped a few feet in front of the blade, surrounded by candles and the silence; par the dripping of raindrops through the roof and the occasional sound of the sky splitting. “Seems like only yesterday we were playing with sticks...” Dante smiled and paced back and forth before the blade, talking although it was listening. “How did we both stray so far apart Virgil?” Dante’s tone changed, the calm and confidence seemed to fade slightly as he begun to question the blade. “We are twins...brothers and you had to try and find something more...” Dante sighed and reached into his inside jacket pocket he removed a small lotus flower that he had been growing for him, he tossed it at the blade and ran his fingers through his wet hair “...maybe if I had’nt been as competitive, maybe if you had been more accepting of you human side” Dante stepped forward and brushed his fingertips along the blade, careful not to cut himself. Dante started to walk away, his tribute being place but he stopped “By the way, I found a nice little enigma...kid called Nero.” Dante smiled “he’s got attitude I can give him that...like a little protégé’ of ours.” Dante grinned “I gave him Yamoto.” Dante looked to the blade “Seemed like the right thing to do...he reminds me of you, you know?” Stepping forward “...got your eyes, even though they’re the same as mine, it’s something different” Folding his arms he continued “Almost like he’s willing to do whatever it takes to get what he wants...though at least with him it was for a girl” Dante smirked and started walking. “Just a shame you aren’t here to see him...I think you’d like him.” Dante passed through the middle of the hall and waved without turning “Tell mom and dad I said hi” Before he took another step, Dante stopped. There was no sound, nothing, the thunder, the rain, the wind and the creaking had stopped, Dante turned his head a fraction and rose a brow in confusion, all he could hear was a hollow breathing, in...out...in...out something was there, at his brothers blade, watching him. Dante smiled “You know heavy breathing always creeps me out, you should try some cough candy, really clears up those pipes” Dante turned slowly, in an instant he was pointing Ebony and Ivory at the shadow...”What?!” Dante said lowering his guns slightly. “I killed you...twice!” Before him stood a tall creature, covered in armour and horned alike his father, the eyes glowed blue and a large sword was held in a single hand. Its eyes seemed soulless and were fixed on Dante. “Nelo Angelo...?” Dante muttered, it turned his stomach to call the creature by its cursed name but that’s what it was a cursed creature.
To be continued...
Sorry about grammar etc, first draft of the first section...
Feedback Welcome!
_______________________________________________
The rain fell hard on the old church. The skies were blackened by the heavy clouds that thrust a weighty darkness on the ground below, fierce bolts of lightning reached out to the ground alike heavenly branches of a fiery tree whilst the burnt tasting rain drenched those sorry enough to be caught underneath, it was a cursed sight to see. The church was weathered beyond method, the stained glass windows were grand in their day, yet now they rested in ruin as shards of the rose glass lay feet below them on the muddy ground, the door was off its hinges and many of the exterior tiles and bricks that coloured the grey monument were damaged and faded. The only creature to take notice of the chapel within the neighbourhood niche’ was a frenzy of overgrowing undergrowth, ivy clinging to the buildings limbs, accompanied by grasses and weeds that hid the once trim path to the door. They were the only ones who enjoyed the rain, the only ones who watched the sky on fire and the air roar although the devil himself cried with every bolt for vengeance, only the plants heard his call, at least until ‘HE’ arrived.
It was the same time every year. The moon could be seen full behind the raging skies. The woman waited at the gate and said nothing, not fully aware of what was happening.
Dante walked the overgrowth path towards the derelict doorway, the rain fell heavy and with no shield from it his hair was flat against his face and eyes, a slight smiled was painted on his lips. The shocking white hair on his head glistened in the light of the thunder whereas the crimson jacket seemed to darken in the downpour.
“Head back to the shop, I’ll catch up to you” Dante said as he walked, not looking back.
“You don’t want company?” She replied from underneath the umbrella.
“No, this is between me and him...just as it always has” Dante replied and stopped, the large sword on his back adorned with a skull seemed to smile despite the weather “I will see you back there in an hour.” Dante smiled the way he did, assuring that everything was okay, under control and absolutely, undoubtedly cool. Dante wouldn’t lie. She looked down and up at the umbrella before replying.
“Sure. I’ll page you if anything comes up” she said, looking down the path he was already gone. “Typical Dante...”
Inside was worse than outside the church was little more than a very large hall, old communal benches were rotten and eaten by woodworm, the stone pillars that held the roof up were scratched and the rafters nested birds and other creatures. Dante walked slowly to the end, his hands deep in his pockets, looking down he slowed. Candles were lit and although the wax had dripped long below the stem they didn’t show any signs of melting away, the candle light forced shadows and spectres to dance on the walls around Dante, he looked up and fixed his eyes on a single monument at the end. It was an old sword, of Japanese origin. Thrust into the ground named “Chigiri”, hanging from the hilt was a dark blue long jacket, untouched by weather or animal, like the sword.
“Has it been a year already?” Dante stopped a few feet in front of the blade, surrounded by candles and the silence; par the dripping of raindrops through the roof and the occasional sound of the sky splitting. “Seems like only yesterday we were playing with sticks...” Dante smiled and paced back and forth before the blade, talking although it was listening. “How did we both stray so far apart Virgil?” Dante’s tone changed, the calm and confidence seemed to fade slightly as he begun to question the blade. “We are twins...brothers and you had to try and find something more...” Dante sighed and reached into his inside jacket pocket he removed a small lotus flower that he had been growing for him, he tossed it at the blade and ran his fingers through his wet hair “...maybe if I had’nt been as competitive, maybe if you had been more accepting of you human side” Dante stepped forward and brushed his fingertips along the blade, careful not to cut himself. Dante started to walk away, his tribute being place but he stopped “By the way, I found a nice little enigma...kid called Nero.” Dante smiled “he’s got attitude I can give him that...like a little protégé’ of ours.” Dante grinned “I gave him Yamoto.” Dante looked to the blade “Seemed like the right thing to do...he reminds me of you, you know?” Stepping forward “...got your eyes, even though they’re the same as mine, it’s something different” Folding his arms he continued “Almost like he’s willing to do whatever it takes to get what he wants...though at least with him it was for a girl” Dante smirked and started walking. “Just a shame you aren’t here to see him...I think you’d like him.” Dante passed through the middle of the hall and waved without turning “Tell mom and dad I said hi” Before he took another step, Dante stopped. There was no sound, nothing, the thunder, the rain, the wind and the creaking had stopped, Dante turned his head a fraction and rose a brow in confusion, all he could hear was a hollow breathing, in...out...in...out something was there, at his brothers blade, watching him. Dante smiled “You know heavy breathing always creeps me out, you should try some cough candy, really clears up those pipes” Dante turned slowly, in an instant he was pointing Ebony and Ivory at the shadow...”What?!” Dante said lowering his guns slightly. “I killed you...twice!” Before him stood a tall creature, covered in armour and horned alike his father, the eyes glowed blue and a large sword was held in a single hand. Its eyes seemed soulless and were fixed on Dante. “Nelo Angelo...?” Dante muttered, it turned his stomach to call the creature by its cursed name but that’s what it was a cursed creature.
To be continued...
