Alright here's the first part of my story:
Title:Uncontrollable Curse
Genre:Action/Adventure/Humor
Summary:Not all curses are that bad...
“Man, these losers aren’t even worth our time!”
“For once, Dante, I must agree with you. It is a complete waste of our precious time, dirtying our hands with such lowly vermin.”
“At least it’s better than watching movies at home.”
“True.” Vergil agreed again.
The twins stood in the middle of the courtyard of a Victorian Manor, identical grins on their identical faces as they disposed of the swarm of hell prides attacking them. Both faced the opposite direction of the other, their backs almost touching. Though it seemed as if they were watching each other’s back, they truly weren’t. There wasn’t any need of that. Either of them could have taken all of these low class demons without even breaking a sweat, but they just took their time and had a little fun blasting their way through towards the huge mansion.
“Why do you think Trish even bothered to call us, bro? She’s more than capable of taking out these assholes.”
“Women have this attitude to squeak at the smallest troubles, Dante. I’m sure you know that.”
“Yeah, but Trish isn’t like that. Something’s wrong here, man. I smell a rat.”
“Must be your own body odor, Dante. Your distaste for personal hygiene really makes me wonder how I’m related to a slob like you.”
“Hey! I take a shower every single day! It was your fault to chop up those Arachnes and throwing them right on top of me! I got covered in this sticky slime all over again!”
“Your reflexes are too slow, Dante, or else you could have dodged.”
“Git.”
“Shut up and let’s go inside.”
“Hmph! Okay, but I’ll get back to you for what you said.”
“I look forward to it.”
Vergil entered the main building first, then beckoned Dante to follow by the gesture of his hand.
Blowing up yet another Hell Sloth with a single shot from Ivory, Dante ran towards his brother and closed the gap between them within two seconds. As they observed the surroundings, their pale eyebrows arched alike slightly in suspicion.
The house was huge; there was a very gigantic hall upon entering which must have been quite splendid once. But now it looked nothing more than a haunted house. Weird marks and signs were all over the walls and on the floor, and sprinkled bloodstains on an altar in the middle proved the occurrence of a recent demonic ritual. From what they knew, this place belonged to a very rich mysterious man, who had recently been accused of engaging in suspicious activities, and from the look of the house, the rumors seemed genuine.
Trish had been the one who was charged with investigating the rumors, but she hadn’t returned in several hours after she left the Devil May Cry office. Then, in the middle of the night, she had phoned Dante (who had been enjoying a rare peaceful sleep after many weeks), telling him to come to the spot immediately.
So they were here, and no signs of Trish were to be found. Not yet, at least.
Dante noticed a Blood goyles’ nest on one of the ceiling lamps. He scoffed and turned away. Suddenly an idea popped inside his head,making his mouth twitch with a grin. Turning back, he raised his gun and shot it down, a mischievous smirk on his lips.
Just like Dante had planned, it landed right on top of Vergil’s head.
“Ouch! What the hell?” Vergil bellowed, but was forced to restrain his wrath towards Dante as the disturbed Blood goyles swarmed around him. Needless to say they didn’t last more than half of a minute. After sending the last one to its doom by a shooting a phantom sword through it, he turned to Dante expecting an apology, only to find him smirking.
“Your reflexes are too slow, Vergil, or else you could have dodged.” Dante mimicked Vergil’s words and flashed him one of his trademark “GOTCHA!” smirk.
That ****ed Vergil off high time. Fuming, he aimed a phantom sword right at Dante’s nose, who easily dodged it, causing the sword to hit the grandfather clock behind him.
Both men jumped backwards towards the wall as the ground began shaking and a large opening appeared in the middle of the floor.
“What is that?” Dante asked.
“Apparently, it’s a secret door to the basement of this manor. I guess there was some kind of mechanism in that clock to open it.” Vergil mused. “Let’s go.”
Forgetting their quarrel for the rime being ( which was becoming a regular thing for them now), the twins strode forward and descended by the dark stairs.
I know people are wondering "Where is the curse?" Well hold still please...
