Dark Knight

He could feel his fangs itch for bloodshed, to tear away at flesh and consume, and his claws wanted to dig themselves deep into something. Yet, he held himself back. He hadn’t done that in years, and often these impulses were hard to fight off. The demon swished his tail gently, keeping his instincts at bay, and hoping his will power was strong enough.

Perhaps Dante had a point. What would a Demon Hunter be if he couldn’t defeat demons? Dead, most likely. It didn’t hurt to ask, of course. Maybe Bright just wanted to fight, or maybe it was something more. The other almost looked godly in that light.

"Yeah, I guess so." Perhaps help from a demon seemed odd? Maybe he still didn’t trust the feline-demon. There was a chance he never would, but Bright was determined to prove himself good. "Just thought I’d ask anyway, in case you maybe wanted some help."

[♠] —- Harmony , a dish best savoured in lukewarm temperament, when every beast from a peaceful region is vanquished; never to walk upon Earth’s brittle flesh --- celebrations were required to commemorate.  Our knight sheathed Rebellion’s satiated hunger upon a broad back, only to subconsciously retrieve a pistol whose label resided as Ivory, at last Bright witnessed the demon vigilante raising the armament upwards and unleashing a torrent of bullets, a vicious cycle of blinding flashes and roaring thunder tunes --- a macabre cavort of madness.  Sizzling nebulas of continuous fire discharge reverberated from the pistol’s end, signalling that the show had finally ended; this could be seen as a king ruling over an entire empire; for Sparda had left behind a genial solution to demolish demonic influence.

 ‘’ That’s more like it, gotta keep the community clean. ‘’

    Vicious and almost sneering, a smirk of sympathy to their demise crept upon those moist flesh beds, alas only one remained ----  that beast who apparently claimed to be different . . . unique. . . better.    Could demons truly be trusted?  Dante turned around forcing an extensive jacket to follow promptly behind,  settling soon down and following once again as the knight marched down ---- marched to soon pass shoulder to shoulder with the acquaintance.

‘’ Well, so long buddy’ don’t do wrong or I’ll catch ya’ red handed. ‘’

Here’s my fanart of lil’ sh*t named ‘Dante’ drawn especially for the loser named s-parda.  

♠ ;; At long last, you've produced a master piece.  I cannot comprehend or begin speculating a way to thank you,  this truly is something I'll enjoy using. 

How did you make it so fast?  How did you depict him so well? Who are you? ..... Wait. . . You're an Art Messiah. . . that's it. . . when I first saw this. . this is how I felt. 

"…Thank you." She muttered, the words of gratitude almost foreign on her usually poisonous tongue. Delicate sips from the mug seemed to calm her entire body, the saccharine liquid a pleasant departure from the usually bitter and weak coffee she stole. Trembling eased, back straightened, making her whole frame look much more dignified to match her personality. 

"I find myself woefully tired, but uninterested in sleeping at the moment. Mostly because you never answered my questions regarding what you do here. It’s not some sort of shady operation, is it?" Falsely sweet tones inquired with an arrogant curiosity that surely wouldn’t warrant any good results. "This work you’re speaking of certainly wouldn’t involving fixing your television, would it? Surely that could wait until you’ve explained some things to me."

She smiled warmly, in the hopes that her cherubic face would wear him down a little. 

Sinister, ever so dubious, those audible phrases she manufactured, they poured like venom coated in honey; partially deterring and rendering a stone wall of endurance simply useless.  No matter how much one could possibly ponder about the situation, Dante’s outlines had rested against an oak desk, both palms gently remained like pillars of support whilst frosty orbs peered silently; this child had a mannerism of old infused with a cunning method to perforate targets ----  their age did not matter.   Our protagonist’s cranium hung slightly to the left, almost enough for the cheek to rest atop the shoulder as predatory eye’s swallowed her outlines, those facial features --- almost blessed by an angel.

    Is this how angelic forms took shape?  Enough to even radiate a subliminal charm beneath all that façade?  This young girl held a perfect cup of manipulation and what could save the Demon Vigilante?   The wholly factor that he even had faced demons of lust, those creatures whose crown held seduction and ruining as their sources of strength and domination.

‘’  I have to admit, ya’ got an over working mind kid;  I’m a private investigator. ‘’

    Playtime came to an end, business truly did summon a higher entity to discover what troubles brewed over the horizon,  alas Dante pushed away from a lounging comfort and strolled behind the desk; currently remaining still and erect beneath countless stuffed demon heads.  Trophies of macabre stories best unspoken to a child’s ear, thus since she did not make anything clear about her pursuers,  Dante retrieved Rebellion’s steel frame from the wall hanger and sheathed it upon his back.  Ivory and Ebony had been taken into grasp as the man walked up to her; placing a gloved palm on her shoulder.

‘’ I’m the type of guy who takes special jobs, who keeps the bogey men away from your bed.  So get to sleep, I ain’t babysittin’ ya’. ‘’ 

The woman grinned at the man. She glanced about the room, taking in the surrounds. It was different but it felt the same in ways. It felt like Dante’s home, which for all purposes should have made it feel like her home. There was something about it that was just a tiny bit off for her. 

It was probably the sword that rested in her place. She knew that what Dante did would have required him to replace her when she was lost. She couldn’t have expected him to leave the place at his side empty in her loss forever. Even if he’d known that she had feelings to be hurt by being replaced, he would have had to. But he hadn’t known. 

It didn’t stop her blood from boiling at the new blade. It didn’t stop her from wanting to grab it and smash it to pieces. She didn’t violently attack it, but gave it a look of disdain before walking over to the desk and sitting down on in. 

"You’ve grown since the last time I saw you,"

Oh, those phrases held some constricting truth.  Time held no mercy and unfortunately, our knight in saturated cardinal had partially wilted with its corrosion, never being able to flee an encroaching death;  one that plagued our protagonist since birth.  With no doubt, seasons of the year cycle rapidly if none does pay attention, demonstrating that action must be taken for results to be gained;  but right now ---- Dante did not care about time…. For she was recovered.  A tool of war, an armament of destruction, a friend and most likely guardian,  Rebellion had pushed through so many troubles and sheltered his existence from elimination;  just that speculation alone painted a subconscious simper upon the flesh beds.

    Boy, our protagonist had been blessed with a delightful weapon indeed, one whose beauty could shatter a moon’s surface, while elegance could erode a Queen’s growth….  Once Dante had retrieved a miniature can of soda and peered towards her direction, those pools of frosty cerulean granted liberty for her reflection to swim atop their surfaces.  No matter how long this would take,  to believe that the blade was a living embodiment of a woman’s outlines?  Now that would be bizarre to handle her, in fact Dante shrugged while taking a sip from the cold beverage and taking a resting position against the refrigerator.

    It was a new item brought by the convenience of having cold food or drinks,  but this did beg the question;  could a steel surface actually consume anything?   Just to test this theory, our knight took a small can from the fridge and ejected it towards her direction to see ---- would she drink it … or? 

'' Don't worry, the spunk remains even with age.  You don't mind foolin' around a little, last time we did ya' didn't complain. '' 

Closing time was almost here and the few straggling customers were finally making its way out of the door. With a content sigh she locked it behind them but not before thanking them for their service. She had to reorganize the shelves now and set up the children’s area of the book store. Suddenly she heard a noise. She thought nothing of it at first, must have been a customer that didn’t make it to the door. No matter, as much as she’d like to go home she could wait a few more minutes. 

She was just about to sit down at the chair behind the register when she heard a loud noise. She rushed towards the sound calling out, “Excuse me, we’re closed. Please finish what needs to be done and allow me to see you to the door.”

Bed time tales were meant to dictate, doctrine and enslave children to slumber at the correct time, stories of beasts and fiends from hell; their heads adorned by crowns of malice --- ready to slain those who disobeyed.  These were make shift fables, which most forgot to believe once maturity had turned as a normal routine in their lives; but in this story things are quite different.  Dante remained frozen in one single spot within a convenience supermarket store, in which many lives pass through without noticing a growing cancer of horrors;  a hear to of darkness and sin beating right above the children’s toy store section.

    An existence who preyed on devouring fragments of a child’s innocence, to corrode their naïve nature and nurture more sin within them;  our knight in saturated cardinal mutely gazed at it --- wondering how such vile entity even entered into this realm.  The black beating heart kept releasing an ooze which poured relentlessly over every child’s item, awaiting for any flesh to touch it and possibly carry the sickness; although once a new voice came into the game?  A young woman’s voice?  Well, this whole ordeal had to change into a different perspective, alas while remaining cool and collected, Dante’s frosty peering orbs rotated and landed atop the woman’s outlines.  Studying her cautiously in wonder if she had anything to be blamed for, could she have been the one who summoned this thing?

    After some speculations and analysis, a conclusion was driven forth that she held no ties,  she appeared partially oblivious to the matter; thus turning his attention wholly to her --- Dante’s flesh beds curved their edges into a simper of sympathy, a token of appreciation for her care and he nodded his cranium in confirmation.

‘’ Worry not fair lady, I’m just collecting a toy for my little one --- you know; it’s his birthday, ~ ‘’

Happy Birthday missninetails​ ! 

░▒▓█ ℬash  them  in ⇉ She was shocked to say the least. The first factor in such a change in mood and demeanor was the state of dress (or rather undress) exhibited by her hopefully future employer. The second being the words that had rolled off his tongue. Before continuing on, she needed to re-evaluate her current situation and move on in a professional manner.       With that in mind, Aki turned her gaze towards his face, constantly reminding herself to keep her eyes in one spot, lest she start ogling the man before her.       Petite fingers reached up to give a slight tug to the crisp, white collar of her dress shirt, and she cleared her throat. At the same time, her mind re-focused on her purpose, and his previous statement was comprehended a bit more clearly than when it was first spoken.       A look of offense briefly flashed across her features before she hid it with one that was a little more composed with a slight smile. A nod was given, auburn twintails bouncing with the movement.      "I’m positive, sir.” she replied, her tone a bit more saccharine than she probably intended or needed. "I know I may not…seem like one of the better options when it comes to the job, but please at least hear me out.”      

"I do have somewhat of a resume…it’s mostly just groups that I’ve particepated in and a list of the different occult topics I’ve studied…Honestly I know it isn’t the kind of resume a person would normally present so…I kinda winged it?"    Wow. She could have slapped herself for that one. Shit, if she kept running her mouth, this opportunity would sink quicker than- what was the name of that boat? …Titan? Tintan? Whatever…     Without digging her grave anymore, she reached around to her side bag, carefully extracting a manilla envelope from it. She held it delicately in her hands as she bowed slightly.      "Please give me a chance."

Perseverance, tenacity, those human traits were succulent and powerful, able to deteriorate stone walls and influence any adorned in iron clad; perhaps that work position truly was meant for none else but her own presence?  Eddied brushes of frosty wind kissed atop our knight’s anatomy often, causing mild goose bumps to gallop across the flesh and erect few hair anatomy fibres;  the moment of truth had arrived --- would this young woman be provided a chance?  An audition to enter into a realm of supernatural?  To be given a spot light in vanquishing ghost and demons, not many were brave or keen but. . . Dante was at the very least give a chance.

    Flesh beds covered in natural moisture curved their edges, it depicted a simper of amusement, it adorned our knight’s facial features with some sinister joy and just before she began chanting her resume?  A lone appendage elevated, granting liberty for pilfering digits to grasp the rice paper sheet’s crown, snapping it away from her touch and not soon after the wooden gate got sealed.  Followed by silence and further brushes of falling wind, that young woman’s presence became desolate, abandoned to the unknown for was she going to be accepted?  Judged?  Manipulated to work harder because of someone’s disappointment?  Those questions … held no answer.

    Meanwhile a sheet wielding personal details was examined, Dante kept himself rather occupied in dressing a bare anatomy, whilst peering phosphorescent organs kept reading each detail; he had to admit that truly she tried rather hard --- a neat touch of calligraphy with excellent grammar, a delight and rather big necessity for 'Devil May Cry' needed a secretary of sorts.  Thus a few minutes after, that same door opened once again as our knight now adorned in saturated cardinal exited, sealing the wooden gates behind one self and patting the young girl’s shoulder.

‘’ You got once chance kid, don’t blow it. ‘’

    Afew cemented steps were sailed upon, causing cowboy boots saturated in copper to release a few tunes from beneath, tunes which reverberated and caught the attention of few passing people.  Dante did have jingles due to Rebellion and both pistols sheathed in their appropriate holsters,  alas just as he came to the last step he raised his hand to an incoming taxi.  This journey would be tedious, into a far away land where fiends of hell crowned with malice roamed, obscured by a thin layer of reality and surreal;  she would need a lot of energy to accompany him --- that much was known.  Alas opening the now still taxi’s door, he bowed like a gentleman and awaited her entry.

‘’ You comin'? ‘’

Audible phrases wielding sharp edges sailed across the atmosphere, splitting between alien noises and harshly caressing upon one, upon our knight in cardinal saturation; words which released a virulent breath of annoyance. 

   Since when did someone’s preference hold any importance to another?  Henceforth, once sweet flavours melted across a swirling muscle within the mouth, Dante’s frost tainted irises circulated a predatory gaze across, peered directly at the sneering viper who so blatantly tried to amuse herself at another’s distress.

‘’ Stop tryin’ so hard, I’m not getting ya’ a drink. ‘’

"Oh, but of course, I get all of my information off the internet. Surely to God you must know there was a stable internet connection back when you were born, and your mother documented every diaper changed, every tear you shed, every time Vergil knocked you on your ass and she ran out — terrified that you were actually hurt.” 

Shrugging as she held her palms upwards, a deep sigh spewed forth. “I understand your disbelief, I know full and well that a puppet was used in my resemblance. Although frankly, she doesn’t look much like me at all. But I know your birthday. I know your middle name. I know you and your brother fought over chocolate ice cream like it was the #1 prize.”

Oh, how sweet.  Honey coated phrases spewed forth like a venomous tidal wave, corrupting each piece of reality they touched, and once their vocal tunes smoothed their impact upon Dante’s ear drums; they infiltrated in an attempt to alienate.   This young woman  could be mistaken for a fictional character, a hand drawn concept formulated within an artist’s mind,  those garments and attitude could be seen almost as surreal;  she held a charm and elegance far forgotten in a bygone era --- but would our knight in saturated cardinal truly believe?  Fall for her conceited webs? Only time could provide that answer.

    The usual upbeat and rather loving nature did not remain at such crucial moment, it was inevitable that this woman was well versed in Dante’s background story; so deeply rooted that a lone alabaster brow creased upwards.  Flesh beds curved their edges downwards into a neutral flat line of mild disappointment; couldn't people of this present time understand privacy?  Acting as one’s dead predecessor could be considered a crime, one punished by a violent beating but our hopeless romantic playboy icon wasn’t into that sort of kinks; to batter a woman’s flesh when it can be used for more fun environments.

‘’ Interesting story lady, but ya’ know? ‘’

    A posture of friendship finally had declined into a more reserved nature, at sight she could’ve seen how Rebellion’s steel frame attached to her master’s broad back; not soon after Dante’s anatomy turned heel.  His presence neglected to acknowledge her existence and soon he began to walk off, wishing to arrive into his agency and honestly take some mental rest; this globe was turning into a real swirl of mind deterioration.

‘’ It was fun talking to ya’, but I got work to do; business beckons so have fun with your dress up games. ‘’

half of the broken glass was picked up and trashed in trash bin.  There were movements in certain parts of the sings that made his body move when the beat of the music get interesting. but most of the time he just sang. He continued to sweep as music still being played from the juke box. 

He jumped when the other male had stood right in front of him. His heart nearly jumped out of his throat. He really wasn’t paying attention to his surrounds due to his involvement of the music that was playing loudly. Still he manged to claim down a bit and looked at Dante.He couldn’t shake a nagging feeling. 

"Sure…" He sounded kinda sarcastic. He wasn’t sure if he should be pissed off or happy for becoming someone’s house maid. But Kindness sure does come rare these days so he did his best to suck it up. He tried his best to crack a smile.

  ‘’ I knew I could count on ya’, I’m a busy man after all. ‘’

Kindness held surreal chains of command, forcefully obligating each servant to aid a fellow existence; let it be a tedious request or gullible event. Unfortunately for our youth, a predator had caught that aroma and alas, a single appendage remained elevated to pat an open palm; its gloved surface repeated a cycle of touching the new helper’s shoulder in poor gratification.  This structure was in need of an extensive cleansing, walls and floors, furniture and items of use alike, a sad truth that Dante did not change for hiring a maid was far too expensive.

    Hence not wishing to expel the benevolence brought in a silver plate by this young man, a set of moist flesh beds curved their edges, upwards they travelled to paint a rather welcoming simper; one with a hidden subliminal message that this task had to be carried out.  Any third party that could rate this scenery would believe that our knight in saturated cardinal was. . . abusing this state of aid, that person had no obligation at all to execute such over exaggerated but still; Dante had decided to once again lounge by the desk and open a magazine.

    Its cover held outlines of female anatomies, in scandalous outfits and rather provoking positions, only mature audience was allowed to see the inside of those pages, subconsciously he planted both cowboy boots atop the wooden desk; gaining a further edge in comfort as the pillow beneath suckled his weight. It was time.  Time to relax and allow another to carry the weight, this world only survived because of his actions; so it was time society paid back a leverage of gratification.   So it seemed ----  the boy was on his own to fend against the filth.

‘’ Thanks again kid’ really appreciating your help. ‘’ 

     She groaned and rolled her eyes as she watched his rather childish acts.  Not even she had that much of a temper in her youth, as it has calmed down with age.  Nevertheless, she could not help but feel the heat rise up from the depths of her belly to the peaks of her cheeks.  Makoto averted her eyes once he kicked the panel, biting her inner cheek to suppress the groan that threatened to escape once more.

     Of all the elevators, of all the places, in all the world, she had to be stuck in one with a  m a n  like him.  His piss poor attitude was seeping through every last pour on his body.  His sense of fashion didn’t help his case in her eyes.  He looked like he had come straight out of a grunge music video.

          —-—-—-S W E E T  C H E E K S ?—-—-—-

     Well that certainly had done it.  The tipping point had been reached and what little control the young woman had was now lost.  Her fist slammed against the wall beside her.  Bolts of lightning nearly shot out of her eyes, oh how she wished lightning manipulation was so easy outside of her senshi form.  Even then she would prefer to handle things with her own bare hands.

          “Look pal, you aren’t the most pleasant person to have to listen to.  The faster you press that now lit up button and call for help, the faster you can get out of my sight.”

     Fairly certain the emergency button would work whether or not it was lit up.  Though she wouldn’t state this aloud, the athletic girl often opted for the stairs more often than not.  Elevators and other things made people lazy in her mind.  

Vexatious, oh how troublesome her petite mouth appeared to be, unshackled and so free willed; like a beast with freedom to perforate anyone’s ego without repercussions --- exquisitely cruel.  Our criminal figure adorned in saturated cardinal ceased moving, breathing whilst capturing her audible phrases that so relentlessly crowded the cubicle,  their subliminal message choked the living patience from Dante’s existence and in fact ---  it was time to perhaps teach the young lady that berating another’s presence could be a mistake.  Alas parting both moist flesh beds apart, a single wet muscle snaked outwards and licked over a bottom lip in bitterness, Dante’s cranium craned back and forth in slow strides, almost imitating a means to ‘’head banging’’ in response to her words.

‘’ You look like a smart girl, well…. Then fuckin’ fix this. ‘’

    Bottle necked and utterly fatigued from her pompous and almighty attitude, a single palm sailed downwards beneath an elongated jacket; retrieving an alabaster gun and honestly?  Dante simply pointed at the emergency button, his cranium tilted to the side in almost a mannerism of mockery, an audacious movement to desecrate a queen’s law and soon after; a roaring sound and blinding flash covered the entire cubicle --- spearing through obscurity and silence in defiance.

    Once the shock settled down it was visible that sparks of electricity reverberated from the hole planted, right in the centre of what was once a button to call for aid; yes Dante had made a hole right through the ‘’ Emergency Button’’, forcing their presences to stay connected for a longer extended period of time.    Rapidly stashing the armament away from sight and taking a seat at the far corner of the elevator, once again he peered into the darkness and mockingly replied to her previous sentence.

‘’ Press the button now, your breathin’ my air. ‘’