Devil May Cry; Fate of Two Worlds - Hell Side
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				Title: <strong>Devil May Cry; Fate of Two Worlds - Hell Side</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katra Alexion</strong> on <strong>21-10-2011, 03:17:06</strong>
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				(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/72/223328.jpg)<br><br><em>Over the eons since it's existence this plane has gone by many names for its equal amounts of sheer beauty and terrifying horrors; Devil's Paradise, Limbo or even Purgatory. But to its residents within walled cities and towns this level of Hell was known as Nyxvale which in the old language translated into "The Vale of Crossroads". The reason for the name is that this dimension rest squarely between realms of heaven, man and the levels of hell. Nyxvale is ruled by the Succubi Queen, Lilith. It is here under her domain that Demons, Devil and Humans freely mix and mingle, where strength and cunning and even ruthlessness is valued so long as they abide by certain guidelines. Breaking these rules usually reaped [depending on the crime and circumstances] a swift and permanent solution. Though far from an ideal utopia but nowhere near a tantamount debauch and corrupt cesspool, Nyxvale has enjoyed something of a balance for many years under Lilith's rule. <br><br>But now there the beginnings of restless whispers that speak rebellion and sedition starting from the time when Lilith had visited the human world and have only grown over the years. It was rumored that in her time in the human realm the Queen consorted with a powerful mortal and beget a half-breed child that she left in the care of it's sire when she returned to her realm though she often, unbeknownst to all but her most trusted inner circle, communicated with her child through dreams and visions. There were those that believed the child was an omen, whether fortuitous or malignant it is uncertain but what was for certain were those restless whispers beginning to increase, calling out to an old power long since sealed away for the protection of all the realms to return. There were those that believed that Dia [as she was called by the queen and consort] would be the key to bring back this ancient power that many of the malcontents spoke of. Quiet a few attempts were made to acquire the Queen's child, a daughter she had named in honor of the most prosperous queen their Hell had ever known, Daeyanaerarius. But these attempts were always thwarted either by the queen herself of her mortal consort with the help of his allies. <br><br>After a time with no success those whispers and rumors started to die down but never fully dissipated, much to the queen's relief. Soon she had her consort at her side again who awakened to his long forgotten demonic heritage. For a time things continued on smoothly, well as smoothly as it could when one ruled a hellish dimension. Dia's sudden appearance in Nyxvale, broken and defeated had been met with equal amounts alarm and shock. Her ties to the human world had been severed by her own hand for reasons only known to the Queen and her father. Dia was forged anew under her mother's guidance, fully embracing her demonic heritage, honing herself to be even stronger and more ruthless than she was before without the interference of her weak human heart. The appearance of of the Queen's heir in Nyxvale had brought back the whispers of bloody revolution and chaos with a vengeance as now the very populace of Nyxvale have began to chose sides in the coming conflict. <br><br>To stem this tide Dia herself suggested that a decoy for her be brought to take her place whilst she herself worked from the shadows to uncover parties responsible for the mayhem. Thus was born the Phantom Siren; a masked individual that seeks out the malcontents and the disloyal and those that would disregard the law for their own whim.<br>While investigating rumors Dia crossed paths with an old fortune teller who told her of a secret cult known as the Seekers who were responsible for the present tension and chaos. Their mission was to dethrone Lilith and to gather loyal followers to search for a powerful devil arm hidden by the Succubi Queens said to be the key to unleashing their Master. To prevent this, the old crone informed Dia, is to ally herself with the fallen son of Sparda - only with his aid would she be able to put a stop to the madness. But she must beware that the Seeker too would search out this Son of Sparda as well for their nefarious plans.<br><br>Ruminating on the old seer's words Dia remembered several years ago when she had been led by an innate sense urgency to a fight occurring on the edge of Nyxvale's capitol city. A single man, dressed in blue with swept back platinum white hair skillfully fought a group of demons with his hands alone. It was obvious that this man, no - half devil, as her sense to would tell her, was greatly weakened and at a disadvantage. Seeing him about to fall Dia stepped in dispatching those demons present and silencing one that actually recognized her to keep her secrets. Turning to the laid out male that she now suspected to be the aforementioned fallen son of Sparda, Vergil. <br><br>She had brought him into her home and cared for his physical injuries whilst he had slipped into a deep healing sleep not unlike a coma to replenish the power he had lost in his fight with his brother Dante and at the hands of his former master Mundus. For a decade he slept while Dia continued working from the shadows to bring down the Seekers and learn more about the events going on in the human world and who was this Master that they spoke of.</em><br><br>((Sorry the size of the pic - looked a lot smaller when I uploaded it. Those I will be adding a few later on for other locations in the Nyxvale in the OOC))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Devil May Cry; Fate of Two Worlds - Hell Side</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>21-10-2011, 07:05:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://nd01.jxs.cz/852/546/4104eb128d_38151653_o2.jpg)</div><br>It started as it ended, with Vergil, the older of the Sons of Sparda by a few seconds, wanting the Perfect Amulet for himself so that he might unlock the power of their father for his own.&nbsp; Standing in a waterfall's path, the rushing water brought no comfort to the blue dressed warrior, his brother standing across from him.&nbsp; Yamato was sheathed at the moment, Force Edge on the other hand which had fell down into this layer of Hell, was in Vergil's hands already, having just grabbed it right out from Dante's reach.&nbsp; Holding out his free hand, Vergil said simply, his glacial blue eyes full of malice and a hint of self loathing.&nbsp; "Give that to me."&nbsp; Meaning the other half of the amulet his brother held.&nbsp; "No way.&nbsp; You got your own."&nbsp; Dante replied, throwing his hands up in the air briefly before shaking his head.&nbsp; Vergil could only narrow his eyes and heft Force Edge up level with his face, the blade pointing towards his brother who was just as hard headed as ever.&nbsp; "Well I want yours too."&nbsp; "What are you gonna do with all that power huh?&nbsp; No matter how hard you try, you're never going to be like father."&nbsp; Dante retorted, circling his brother who simply turned gracefully to keep his better half in his sights at all times.&nbsp; One lapse, and it'd be all over considering how strong they both were.&nbsp; He had heard enough however, and Vergil charged with a barely suppressed curse on his lips.&nbsp; "You're wasting time!"<br><br>The clash that followed had a small explosion of water kick up around the two brothers as they grabbed each other's blades.&nbsp; While they struggled for dominance over the other, Dante spoke further, straight from his heart and soul, which was a rare thing for him.&nbsp; Still, even Vergil listened more than he let on he was.&nbsp; "We are the Sons of Sparda.&nbsp; Within each of us flows his blood, but more importantly, his soul!"&nbsp; Breaking away, they slid backward in their respective directions, their hands bleeding for a few seconds before they recovered without so much as a scratch.&nbsp; Pointing at his brother with his own unique sword in hand, Dante shouted one last comment, pointing accusingly at Vergil in the process.&nbsp; "And now my soul is saying it wants to stop you!"&nbsp; The comment was met with derisive laughter as Vergil said his own peace, a cold, blade thin smile on his own face as he made a tight fist with his free hand before his face.&nbsp; "Unfortunately our souls are at odds brother.&nbsp; I need more power!"&nbsp; "And we're supposed to be twins."&nbsp; "Twins....right."&nbsp; Putting his blade before him, Vergil dashed forward just as Dante did after their little heart to heart talk, which while seemingly one sided had the rather unique effect in starting something within the otherwise cold samurai.&nbsp; Whatever might come of it later however wasn't important then as the fight that ensued, had anyone been witness to it, would have been spoken of across the Hellish world they battled within.&nbsp; Sword met sword in a continuous ring and clash, barely able to separate the individual attacks they were moving so fast.&nbsp; They were both fighting with all that they had, but only one could hope to make it out of there alive.<br><br>It wasn't long before Dante somehow managed to get the upper hand, and began to press his advantage.&nbsp; Vergil was the better swordsman of the two, yet he was losing this fight.&nbsp; The battle against Arkham had been no match even despite the fact the would be Devil had unsealed their father's power and tried to use it for himself.&nbsp; But now, it was if he was facing a completely different Dante as Force Edge rang out against Rebellion, only to be beaten aside no matter what he tried, feeling the massive broadsword find its mark again and again.&nbsp; Vergil was sustaining wounds that should have killed a normal man, but he was not entirely human, just like his brother.&nbsp; Falling to his hands and knees, Force Edge still gripped in his hand tightly, the samurai panted heavily, unbelieving that he was being defeated by his younger brother.&nbsp; "Am I....being defeated?" &nbsp;"What's wrong?&nbsp; Is that all you got?&nbsp; Come on get up.&nbsp; You can do better than that."&nbsp; The challenge only saw to invoke Vergil's prideful rage, giving him one last boost to his body that he would need for this one last charge.&nbsp; Growling as he stood on legs that were beginning to fail him, the blue eyed warrior and Dante both could hear a distant rumbling.&nbsp; That could only mean one thing.&nbsp; "The portal to the human world is closing Dante because the amulets have been separated."&nbsp; "Let's finish this Vergil.&nbsp; I have to stop you, even if that means killing you."&nbsp; Dante replied, clearly not wanting to but he wasn't about to back down now.&nbsp; His soul would not be satisfied until he was able to put an end to his brother's madness.<br><br>They charged at each other one last time.&nbsp; Everything slowed down to a crawl for the two brothers that were so much alike yet completely different, two sides of the same coin.&nbsp; Vergil was a second too slow as he felt Rebellion bite deep into his side, touching his spine as Dante blasted by him during that last no holds barred attack from both brothers.&nbsp; Force Edge fell limp from his hand as he held an arm over the new slash in his chest, somehow yet able to stand even after sustaining such a blow.&nbsp; Kneeling long enough to get his half of the amulet which had fallen from around his neck, Vergil stumbled backward towards the waterfall's edge, prepared to jump.&nbsp; "No one can have this Dante.&nbsp; It's mine.&nbsp; It belongs to a Son of Sparda."&nbsp; Reaching the edge, Dante tried to reach Vergil before he could jump but was stopped as Yamato was unsheathed and the point held up against his brother's throat.&nbsp; "Leave me and go, if you don't want to be trapped in the Demon World.&nbsp; I'm staying.&nbsp; This place, was our father's home."&nbsp; Starting to fall into the darkness below, Dante tried one last time to save his brother, only to have his hand cut one last time by Yamato as Vergil plummeted away, never to be seen again, at least, not as he once was in a sense.&nbsp; Waking up in a pit full of what looked like blood, Vergil was still battered and weakened, but stronger than what he had been earlier at least, though not by much.&nbsp; The landscape was black and bleak, full of bones and stones that looked like screaming, twisted bodies.&nbsp; In the distance however, was the reason for all of his supposed madness.<br><br>Three lights in the sky, red and crackling with demonic power in the shape of a perfect triangle hovered in the distance.&nbsp; It was the glowing eyes of Mundus, the demon emperor.&nbsp; Even in his weakened condition, Vergil was eager to test his skill against the Prince of Darkness himself, the very reason that their mother and father were dead finally within his grasp.&nbsp; "It'll be fun to fight against the Prince of Darkness.&nbsp; If my father did it, I should be able to do it too!"&nbsp; Yamato came out in a blur as he spoke before he foolishly charged the most powerful of the demons that was known to exist to date.&nbsp; He never got close as he was blasted, tossed, and crushed back into the pool of blood he had crawled out of.&nbsp; He had no choice, he had to flee, but he lost his half of the Perfect Amulet doing so which would be used to create Nelo Angelo later by Mundus since it had essentially absorbed enough of Vergil's essence to be able to make a near perfect but corrupted copy of the man himself later down the road.&nbsp; Using what strength he had left, Vergil cut open a path to a new place, not caring where he wound up so long as he got away from Mundus.&nbsp; One last spear of red demon energy found him first however, and Vergil lost Yamato as his hand was taken out before he fell through the gate.&nbsp; Landing heavily on his back on the other side, Vergil slowly picked himself up only to be stomped back down into the cobbled stone street he was on.&nbsp; "Wha?&nbsp; Get off me!"&nbsp; He lashed out and surprised the demon that had stepped on him, knocking it away but Vergil himself fell to his hands and knees again, the wounds that hadn't had much of a chance to heal opening up again, letting fall his half demon blood.<br><br>Finding himself in a city of the likes he had never seen, the blue clothed samurai stood on shaky legs, surrounded by strange looking demons of the like he had never seen before.&nbsp; Balling his hands into fists as they obviously meant to finish what Mundus started, Vergil struck first before they had the chance to do so themselves.&nbsp; Even at the edge of his life, the samurai fought and defeated half a dozen of them before he was felled from lack o strength and a dozen new bruises and slashes to add to the ones already present on his body before he faded into darkness at last.&nbsp; He had no sense of time, no way to tell the days apart from each other as he slipped in and out of the comatose like state he had fell into, but images of a very beautiful woman came and went as she tended to his wounds for the first couple of weeks.&nbsp; After the pain faded, Vergil fell into a deep sleep from which it took twelve years to fully come out of, but in that time he had been able to assess his life up until that point when he was semi-conscious anyway before going back under.&nbsp; What a fool he had been, thinking he could have taken Mundus on in the state he had been in.&nbsp; Not only that, but his quest for power so that he might have his revenge he realized had ultimately been an exercise in futility.&nbsp; Dante had proven that the last time they had fought.&nbsp; Vergil had been the stronger, yet his strength paled to the passion and fire in his brother's soul which had allowed him to so easily beat him down.&nbsp; Regardless, he didn't plan to give up his mission to destroy Mundus, unaware it had already been done by Dante during his twelve years in a coma.&nbsp; Opening his blue eyes for good this time, Vergil groaned softly, physically weaker than he had ever been, but at least he was alive.&nbsp; Looking around though, he had to wonder if that was such a good thing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Devil May Cry; Fate of Two Worlds - Hell Side</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ashia starstreak</strong> on <strong>22-10-2011, 02:43:40</strong>
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				<hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Some time ago</strong></span>...</div><br><hr><br><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Forgive me, father for I have sinned; it has been one week since my last confession." a man stated from within the faint light of the confessional booth. His&nbsp; voice was uneasy and tensed.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"Go on my son." came a weary, but calm voice from the other side of the booth.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The man was a bit hesitant to continue. His eyes shifting around the confines of the small room, his fingers tapped the wooden window sill. Taking a moment to take a few breaths, he said, "The voices..I've been hearing them again..They won't leave me alone. I..I hit one of my daughters for no apparent reason and choked my wife until she nearly turned purple...Father...I I don't know what to do!" His eyes watered. Pulling his hands away from the window sill, the man placed them in his lap and stared at his palms in disbelief to his own actions.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The man on the other side was quiet for quite some time. The priest recognized the voice of the younger man and felt sorry for him. Instead of telling the man a prayer or a passage from the bible he said instead, "Have you stepped out as I requested?"<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The man rubbed at an eye with the palm of his hand and nodded as if the priest could see him, but knowing he could not, he said, "Yes..for a week. When I came back the voices were worse. I'm scared...I'm afraid that I am going to kill my family. Father please...help me!"<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The priest looked to the window, but could not see through it. His heart filled with pain at the man's cries, but he could not do much to help him. "I am sorry my son, may god bless you."<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Those words nearly killed him to hear. How...why wouldn't the old man help him. He was a priest of god and yet he refused the man's cries for help. Anger swelled in his throat, but there was nothing he could do and that in turn turned to despair. Standing up, the man opened the door and pushed himself forward to exit the booth. He went to walk toward the exit of the church when the priest gripped at his arm. Turning around, he faced the white haired man.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>"I wish I could help you..I really do." the priest began. Releasing the man, he pulled out a business card from within his robes at his chest. "Here..I want you to take this card and call this man." he said and handed the man the card.<br><br>The man took it and inspected it. The card looked a bit goofy and it was hard for the man to take such a thing seriously, but he put it in his pocket none the less and watched as the priest crept closer and began to speak again.<br><br>"He can help you. There is a password you need to know.." he said and patted himself for a pen, but could not find one. Shrugging it off he figured the younger man would remember so he bent forward and whispered such nonsense into his ear.<br><br>The younger man looked to the priest once more than glanced at the floor before nodding his head. "Okay..thanks Father." He said and headed out of the church.<br><br><div align="center">*****</div><br>The voices swarmed his head, filled it with hate and anger. The man became dizzy and just as he thought he would loose it once more..he remembered the card the priest had given him a few days ago. Rubbing his temples with his fingertips, he stood leaning against the wall at the bottom of his staircase.<br><br>The house was indeed nice and had much history, but no one ever tells you the dark secrets of the older properties. It was only natural that the Realtors were looking for a quick buy and they were quite certain to leave that detail out when the man and his family moved in a year ago. It was clear that this place had a bad omen, but there was nothing the man could do. His family lived paycheck to paycheck and were stuck with this horrible place. The living area was nice with a fireplace, the kitchen spacious, the bedrooms were all located upstairs and though the man was certain the place had to have a basement, he never found the door.<br><br>The man cursed quietly beneath his breath at the very memory of buying this house. Gripping onto the railing of the stairs he dragged himself up to the top and down the hall into the master bedroom. His wife sat in the bed, glasses sat on the tip of her nose as she read from a book. Though he loved how thick her hair was with the light brown curls, all he could think about as he looked at her was different ways he could use it to kill her.<br><br>He fought the thought off and tried to ignore the constant whispering around him. He managed to sneer at the thought of knowing his family thought the voices were of his own imagination. Bending down near the bed, the man picked up his pants and pulled forth the card. Though he could feel those big brown eyes upon him, he chose to ignore the temptation to look at his wife and instead he walked out of the room and back down the stairs. <br><br>"..<em>the gun...get it...get it</em>...." the whisper said before going back into a language the man could not understand. He held himself up by gripping the doorway into the kitchen beside the stairs and took a couple of breaths. His head was filled with pressure and it took all his strength to walk to the counter and pick up the phone. He looked at the card that trembled in his hand and did his best to focus his eyes upon the number.<br><br>Wiping sweat from his forehead, the man glanced back behind him to the upper corner of the wall and the doorway of the kitchen. He was not sure if his eyes were playing tricks on him or if he was really seeing black smoke manifest itself. He averted his eyes quickly and dialed the numbers of the phone in a panic. His heart seemed to freeze in his anxiety and fear. <em>Please...please answer the phone</em>.. he thought to himself.<br><br>After the second ring a male voice appeared on the other line, "Devil May Cry.."<br><br>"Please...I need help..it's goi--" the man began but was interupted by the man on the other end. "Sorry, we closed at nine." <br><br>Before the man could say anything else, the phone buzzed a unending tone and he realized that the person he had called just hung up on him. He removed the phone from his ear and stared at it for a moment before he remembered the manifestation behind him. Slamming the phone back on it's platform, the man whirled around.<br><br>The smoke was no longer there, the voices were no longer clouding his skull, but his heart still raced. Turning back around, the man opened up a cupboard and pulled out a bottle of whiskey. He thought about grabbing a shot glass, but there wasn't enough time. The man undid the cap and quickly took a swig. <br><br>There was just enough time to make a sour face when a woman from behind him spoke, "What are you doing? It's late..come to bed."<br><br>The man looked back at her and then turned his attention back to the whiskey. He did not respond to her and did not hear her footsteps creek as she went back up the stairs. Sighing, he grabbed himself a glass and went to the doorway into the living area. He found a spot on the couch and placed his glass on the coffee table in front of himself. His eyes stayed transfixed on the cold embers of the fireplace in front of him, but he managed to pour himself a double shot without spilling.<br><br>Maybe he was crazy as his family had said. It could have been stress from the bills he constantly struggled to get paid. His thoughts were faint and it had felt like a mere minute had passed, but as his eyes gazed up at the clock on the wall, he realized it had already been nearly two and a half hours since he had sat down. Looking back to his bottle, it was nearly finished, but his eyes did not cease there for they wandered down to his shot glass and then stopped at a gun that was not there before, perfectly placed beside his empty glass. The man took the last bit of the whiskey straight from the bottle then with ease, picked up the gun as he stood up.<br><br><div align="center">*****</div><br>He was confused, lost for a moment of what was happening around him. The voices at first made no sense, but as he slowly became more aware, the man realized he was standing in his bedroom beside his bed. A group of cops gathered at the entrance of the door, guns pointed at his general direction. Their voices were muffled at first, but soon became quite clear.<br><br>"Sir! Put down the gun! If I have to repeat myself a final time I will open fire!" a kneeling cop repeated to him. The man looked at the other cops and then looked at the gun in his hand at his side. As he became more alert he then dared to looked to the bed and to his horror there laid the corpses of his wife and youngest daughter in a red mess. The man began to tremble, his eyes began to water. <em>Oh god..what have I done?</em><br><br>"Sir!" the cop said and cocked his gun before pointing it back at the man.<br><br>The man looked back to the cop and eyed his gun again. The whispers coming back to him. <em>The gun..shoot it</em>.. they told him among the unknown words. He looked to the cops and then spotted the very familiar smoke at the corner of his room. Against his temptation, he lifted his gun toward the corner, but he was too weak to shoot at it. Pulling together the rest of his strength the man lifted the gun higher and pointed it at his own head. "Forgive me, father for I have sinned."<br><br>He pulled the trigger and the last he heard was the whispers in his head.<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Present</strong></span>...</div><br><hr><br>There sat a grand house that could not be sold. As time passed, the paint chipped and the wood slowly began to rot. The green grass dried up and the front windows smashed in by reckless teenagers. The slightest of breezes made the house creek and groan. Not many dared to come too close to such a place with such a foul history and soon even the truth became exaggerated.<br><br>The bad spirits seemly became dormant if not gone away, but some have stated to have seen things move across the broken windows. The history kept everyone away, but every so often a brave soul would venture to this place in hopes of finding something paranormal and it was days like these that stirred that of which should not.<br><br>Months soon turned to years and a spirit grew restless within the house. The darker presence laid asleep within the confines of the basement, but two other spirits wandered the rest of the house. There wasn't much to do and soon these two spirits were turning upon each other. One was only ten inches in height and though seemingly small, this one had in fact been the seed of most of the history of the house, even though nearly all the credit was given to the one that resided in the basement. The other spirit was even smaller, only reaching a mere three inches, and by no means did this one have any sort of respect by the taller one for it was only a tool for the presence in the basement.<br><br>With such distaste in one another, the taller one created a game of cat and mouse so to speak. This spirit was female and she was quite deceiving in more than one way. Her features were that of something that could easily be mistaken as innocent. Though she resembled a reptile with angelic wings, she was indeed a demon of greed and foul play. She did not like the smaller spirit reaching only three inches. It wasn't that fact that he was a fairy, but he was dirty and was quite the snitch. Musashi always dreamed of taking the energy they had received from humans for herself, but that damned fairy always made it impossible. She was no match for the one that stayed down below and having to give up the negative energy was preventing any such hopes in taking over.<br><br>When the years had passed and the spirit beneath Musashi's paws began to fall into a slumber, she decided it was time for a change. Who would stop her from taking over now? And so began her game with the fairy.<br><br>He was fast, but Musashi was smart and always blocked his way to get to the master of the house. It took a long time before the cat was finally able to take down the rat, and how good it felt. The demon had laughed herself mad as she clutched the fairy's corpse in her grubby paws. His blood running over her white scales and oozing down upon the floor beneath her. Now with the snitch out of the way and the master still fast asleep, it was time for Musashi to escape the nest. <br><br>Perhaps in her paranoia of the master finding the corpse caused her to keep the fairy's body. Perhaps it was a prize she felt she had won; a trophy to keep in triumph of being able to finally be free of the clutches of her master. For whatever the true reason was, Musashi never released the body of her enemy and kept it close as she casually wobbled on hind legs to the staircase. Standing at the wall beneath them, she reached up at it and with a small claw, she traced the groove of one of the wooden planks. As her hand moved down, a faint glow followed her trail until Musashi touched the floor. The glow brightened and the wall began to move aside revealing a small passage way, it's entrance reaching four feet. <br><br>The demon looked around and then stared at the corpse in her hands. Quickly she placed the body into her mouth and swallowed it whole. Returning to her natural position on all fours, the demon silently entered the dark passage. Almost immediately she was greeted with stairs that led down. Taking her time, She began her decent downward and the entrance behind her shut to leave her in complete darkness. Musashi knew of this place all too well and could find her way around without the use of her eyes and in knowing so, she closed them to prevent the eerie glow of her eyes to be seen. She was sneaking after all and did not wish to wake the one within this dark and rather moist place.<br><br>Stretching out her wings, Musashi stood on hind legs and lightly gave herself a push off the stairs to glide across the room. Though she did run straight into the wall, this did not surprise her and she allowed herself to fall the rest of the way down. Luckily she was prepared and did have her hands out in front of herself, otherwise the noise might have woken up her master. Slightly opening an eye, the creature looked around a moment then darted to the corner of the room toward a pile of rubble. Feeling her way up the pile of stones and brick, she maneuvered her way past the wall and into a small area. Here she could open her eyes without being seen.<br><br>Musashi gazed at the soft dirt before her and circled around it several times before creeping toward the center. Her paw dug lightly at the small hole before she allowed her head to push past the aperture<br>. Closing her eyes and dislocating her shoulders, she forced herself deeper into the ground until nothing was left in the open. It wasn't long before the dirt had eroded away and musashi's head was greeted by a familiar heat. As she opened her green eyes, the demon was nearly blinded by a brilliant orange light. Wiggling and clawing at the rock that surrounded her midsection, Musashi fell and landed roughly on the hardened ground before her. <br><br>Her ears twitched and her nose tingled as she quickly relocated her shoulders and sat up. She looked up to where she had fallen and then to her surroundings. It was a long time since she last visited her birthplace. The demon had fallen out from the side of a cliff and the ground that she felt beneath her was warm and cracked. Smoke seeped through the many cracks in the rock around her and fire rose up to touch the black sky only to fail and fall back down. Musashi would take note of this spot for a time she would need to go back through the way she came, but for now..it was time to remember why she left in the first place.<br><br>Stretching her arms out across the ground she lifted her hind legs, her long tail rising as far as it would go. As she stood back on all fours she regurgitated the corpse she had swallowed earlier and stared at it in awe. Placing the fairy's midsection into her mouth she lowered her body and scurried across the plain to explore this forgotten part of her early life.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Devil May Cry; Fate of Two Worlds - Hell Side</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katra Alexion</strong> on <strong>23-10-2011, 06:20:25</strong>
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				<em>"You must seek the fallen son of Sparda, my dear. He is the only one capable of aiding you. Both of you are strong, yes very strong but not strong to stop what is to come on your own. Ah, but together, only together in the truest sense can you, the prodigal son can stop the Seekers from unleashing their Master."</em><br><br>It was twelve year ago nearly today that those words were seared into her mind by a old blind seer.&nbsp; Twelve years the prodigal son of Sparda had crossed the veil in Nyxvale only to be immediately engaged by the Seeker's thugs causing her to step in and lead and hand after he head nearly beaten them pack. It had been twelve years since he slid into torpor caused his injuries caused by fighting his twin and clashing against Mundus. She had brought him back to the Manor where Sloan and Nela had assisted her in tending to Vergil's physical injuries. Never once did he waken and after a few days Dia brought in a healer she could trust to diagnose the problem. It seemed that Vergil had been severely weakened due to battling Mundus and Dante, that crossing over to Nyxvale would have likely killed him had not proved to be so stubborn. The only thing the healer could suggest is to him rest and regains his energy. Once he was ready he would wake on his own.<br><br>It never occurred to her that it would <em>years </em> for him to recuperate, but it did. They him placed in one of the manor’s numerous guest rooms. Keeping him as clean and healthy as they possibly could. They took turns moving his limbs about to keep the muscles from becoming stiff and atrophy. Amazingly enough during that time he lost none of his physical stature as was the norm for comatose patients. The only notable difference was his hair now midway down his arms and the faint stubble that had appeared since Nela had shaved him the day before last. There had been times when Dia had considered entering his dreams and seeing if there was she could do to speed up the process but she thought wisely of it.<br><br>Instead she had kept herself occupied trying to thwart the Seeker's plans. As of late they had begun actively recruiting for their cause and not just from the malcontent rabble either. Somehow they had caught the ears of more than a few higher classed figures, a few of which possessed some considerable clout in the workings of Nyxvale. It was taking all she could do to prevent frequent schemes and keep the cults numbers down for the time being while she waited for Vergil to awaken.<br><br>Rising from her chair she did a full body stretch working the kinks and knots from her body as she turned and exited the parlor. Going up the grand staircase in the foyer she went up until she reached the third floor landing. Taking a left she went down a long winding corridor leading to the guest where her long termed guest laid. She intended only to look in on him before she too turned in for the remainder of the evening. As she continued down the hall she passed by a mirror. Pausing, the female half-devil took a moment to gaze into the reflective surface. The reflection was that a exotic young woman in her early twenties with smooth tanned skin complimented long reddish caramel colored hair cascading down to her hips, loosely tied back with a strip of leather at the center of her back. Wide golden eyes the color finely aged whiskey thickly fringed with curling lashes stared guardedly back at her from under elegantly shaped brows. Her nose was slender in a slight upward tilt at the end perched above full naturally full lush lips. She wore a simple dark red cropped off the shoulder peasant top with long sleeves gently cinched at the wrists. Black pair of comfortably worn and faded hip huggers encased and conformed to her lower half leaving her feet adorned in dark brown leather boots. Shaking her head, she broke away from gazing in the mirror to continue on her way. Soon she was standing front of the wooden double doors of the guest room, her hand on the knob already turning it allowing her to slip in. The door closed behind her with a soft <em>click</em> as she moved fully into the room her eyes easily adjusting to the softer illumination of magical candle light. <br><br>The room was fairly large with vaulted ceilings and a decidedly modern Victorian bent from the furniture to the décor all done in rare black cherry wood with blues, greens and gold thrown in.&nbsp; The plush Persian carpet muffled any sound as she approached the large canopied bad where the object of her fascination laid. In all the years he had lain there silent and immobile she had found herself, at first, curiously drawn to him. He was after all a fine specimen of the male species; lean and powerful as shown by the bare toned and ripped musculature of his chest and strong arms above the midnight blue duvet covering him from the waist down.&nbsp; He possessed a masculine beauty that couldn’t be easily ignored and with his snow white hair considerably longer than it had been when she first brought him here, he looked like one of those stoic bishounens she used to read about in mangas during her childhood back on earth. But past experiences had shown her that looks didn’t necessarily equate character, that even the angelic looking of beings could harbor a heart blacker than deepest pits of hell. But it did not stop her from being physically attracted to him. Unlike most others of the Succubae kind Dia saw no thrill in dream walking into a comatose man’s mind and having her way with them just to scratch and itch. <br><br>After she had brought Vergil into her home she began to quietly investigate this son of Sparda and started to feel something close to a kinship with the eldest twin the more she learned about him.&nbsp; The elder son by a full minute, Vergil had been the calm, studious son while his younger twin, Dante was the proverbial wild child in comparison.&nbsp; For a time Sparda and his family live a relatively peaceful life but that soon came crashing down around them when old enemy of their father had sent assassins to annihilate Sparda and his bloodline. The twin survived at the cost of their parent’s lives.&nbsp; Little more than children they had gone their separate ways, taken in by different families. Even after gaining their powers Dante had clung tightly to his humanity while Vergil had wholeheartedly embraced his devil lineage and set himself on a path to gain his father’s power for himself to surpass his sire and claim the Sparda’s title of the strongest for himself. Dia could appreciate his goal but his methods foolish – powers taken is not power earned and if you couldn’t achieve your goals through your own blood, sweat and tears then what was the point?<br><br>Perching on the edge of the bed she reached for his hand noticing how much smaller her hand looked in his as she moved his arm to lay across his mid section. Long snowy fringes drifted had fallen down into his eyes giving him an almost boyishly innocent appearance. Reaching out she gently brushed the locks of hair away from his face only abruptly stop when closed eyelid rapidly began to flick before snapping open and focusing on her, captivating in her in the deepest arctic blue she had ever seen.<br><br><strong>“You’re awake, finally.”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Devil May Cry; Fate of Two Worlds - Hell Side</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>23-10-2011, 06:56:57</strong>
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				Seeing what couldn't be human considering she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, Vergil groaned softly but sat up before she could protest, and then proceeded to stand by the side of the bed before grabbing the girl by her throat and slamming her up against the wall of her own home before he realized what he was doing.&nbsp; That burst of movement at near teleport speed had cost him however as he blinked and slumped to his hands and knees, exhausted from having stayed in bed for so long.&nbsp; "I...must apologize....for that.&nbsp; The last thing I remember was fighting demons and Devils....and my body reacted before I could stop myself."&nbsp; He panted, wiping the forming sweat off of his brow before it could fall to the floor, although the rest of him was covered long before he somehow found his way back to the bed.&nbsp; With a groan he laid back down, slowly getting his lost strength back even though physically he looked like he could break the woman in half over his knee if he had a mind to.&nbsp; Only when he was back on his back did he realize he had a long tail behind his head that hadn't been there when he had slipped into the coma, realizing what it was from the exhaustion and the physical changes to his person, not to mention the dozen or so new scars that covered him from head to toe.&nbsp; "I must ask....how long I was out.&nbsp; It couldn't have been less than a year from how weak I currently am, but already my strength is returning.&nbsp; I also must ask where I am now since it feels like the Demon World, yet I left that place behind to escape Mundus before he could kill me.&nbsp; None of this probably makes any sense to you, whoever you are."&nbsp; He commented further, having a feeling he should know her but nothing came to mind just then save for a vague feeling of her hands tending to his many wounds that had been slow to heal at first.<br><br>Closing his glacial blue eyes for a moment, Vergil opened them again as he forced himself into a sitting position against the headboard, letting his arms rest in his lap, his legs stretched out before him under the covers again.&nbsp; "My name is Vergil....and I owe you my life I imagine.&nbsp; As soon as I am able I'll be on my way, unless you plan to collect on the debt I owe you for your unheard of generosity if this is another version of the Demon World I left behind.&nbsp; From what I can feel from you and the surrounding area however, I imagine I am in Hell, or one of its many variables.&nbsp; Regardless, what is it you want from me?"&nbsp; He asked, keeping his voice calm and cold as the ice in his eyes, yet there was a barely detectable warmth to his voice that hadn't been present twelve years ago.&nbsp; Even Vergil didn't know it was there, but he'd figure it out eventually.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Devil May Cry; Fate of Two Worlds - Hell Side</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ashia starstreak</strong> on <strong>24-10-2011, 02:55:28</strong>
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				It was not nearly long enough for Musashi to be able to handle any new company and only moments after she had arrived, she was sensing a follower. She slowed her pace but kept low. The demon didn't need her eyes to know where this unknown energy was, but she did need them to scan her area for any quick escapes. Her nose flared at the stench of sulfur that was not her own. In her search for an exit, her green eyes looked up and saw the spirit above her. Musashi rearranged the fairy in her mouth and swallowed it.<br><br>Red eyes greet her big green ones, but Musashi was not afraid. She may have been considerably small than this one, but she was quite dominant and challenged him. No words escaped his breath, his pale grey skin showed no other signs of movement, he stared at her almost in a curious way. His silver hair floated just the same as his body levitated. Though Musashi was unsure of how one could do that, she was not jealous for she was quite proud of her wings. Her thoughts of such a thing faltered when her guests' ragged robes tickled her nose. Musashi pushed the being's bony hand away from her and offered her tongue in distaste, pushing the air past her thin lips to make a silly noise.<br><br>Hurriedly, Musashi ran away from the Lust, but did not make it far and came to an abrupt stop, a sharp curved blade finding its way half way into the ground in front of her. The demon blinked in disbelief, unable to fully understand why this entity had further challenged her. Shaking the shock away from her, she narrowed her eyes and growled softly. Looking back at the Lust, she hunched her back and stretched out her wings and tail to appear bigger in stature. As the entity tried freeing his scythe, Musashi hissed at him, "Moove, Parassssiiite."<br><br>He only laughed and raised his weapon above his head. Musashi backed up, but as her ears twitched and her nose tingled, she knew that it was much too late to run. She was now surrounded.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Devil May Cry; Fate of Two Worlds - Hell Side</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katra Alexion</strong> on <strong>24-10-2011, 07:27:43</strong>
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				No sooner had his eyes snapped open Dia found herself slammed and pinned against the nearest wall, that large hand she had been admiring was now firmly wrapped around her throat. Knowing he reacted out of startled instinct she suppressed her own combative urges trying not to gasp for breath. Soon his burst of energy failed him as he came to his sense releasing her as he slumped to the floor. Rather than helping and risking a repeat Dia watched as the icy half-devil picked himself up and staggered back over to collapse onto the bed. Though he had recovered his power it seemed his body would take some time to catch, though not as long as initially considered she thought rubbing the tender column of her neck as golden orbs watched him warily. He spoke, his voice husky from disuse as he apologized for his actions which she only nodded in acceptance as she pulled up a chair and leaned back into it, crossing her legs at the knees.<br><br>&nbsp;He paid only a moment’s notice to the changes of his physical appearance before on with his inquires. <strong>“You were badly injured so I brought you here, yes. You have been unconscious for approximately twelve earth years.”</strong> She said. <strong>“Most of what I know comes from other’s accounting of the events and my own investigation after leading up to my finding you,”</strong> she warned making herself comfortable for lengthy explanation this would require. <br><br><strong>“You may address me as Dia. And you are in what we call the Nyxvale; or if you want to go by the older names; purgatory or limbo works just as well. This dimension is a devil’s paradise for lack of a better term. Here we have a healthy mix of devils, demons, monsters and humans that all fall into the morale gray area. Nyxvale is also literally the crossroads that connects the three major planes of heaven, earth and hell and all it various level and dimensional offshoots. This dimension is ruled by the Succubae Queen Lilith and her Consort. But I’ll get into more of that at a later time.”</strong><br><br>She paused at his mentioning of the debt. Her lips pursed in thought, It was a thing of honor amongst devils if one saves the life of another incurring a debt from the indebted that could be claimed from the savior at any point and could be anything they imagine and could not be refused, which is why many devils go out of their way to prevent something like from happening <strong>“We can discuss that after I’ve have caught you up to your current situation.”</strong> She remarked waving her hand in a dismissive gesture.<br><br><strong> “In your confrontation with that pretentious demon calling himself a god you somehow opened a portal that brought you here to Nyxvale. I’m sure you can remember what happened upon your arrival.” </strong><br><br><strong>“The first thing you need to know is that Mundus is dead. Slain at the hands of your brother, Dante.”</strong> She said, her eyes falling to half mast as she watched for any reaction her words on Vergil. <strong>“Dante was led to Mallet by an underling of Mundus for the express purpose of wiping out who he believed to be the last of Sparda’s line. Needless to say it didn’t go how he planned from what I heard. Seems Mundus had done something that had well and truly incited your brother’s rage by going and creating himself a corrupted replica of you in I what I presume is your devil form called Nelo Angelo. Mundus used Nelo Angelo to attack your twin several times to throughout his sojourn in Mallet Castle. During his last confrontation with your copy, Nelo Angelo failed to defeat Dante and was therefore destroyed by Mundus in front of your brother.” </strong><br><br>She uncrossed her leg and recrossed them against in the opposite direction, clasping her with her interlaced fingers. <strong>“Strangely enough Dante found an ally in the underling Mundus had sent. Dante had saved them a few times, showing them they didn’t need Mundus to survive and with their help delivered what I believe my informant called ‘the mother of all epic smack downs.’”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Devil May Cry; Fate of Two Worlds - Hell Side</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>24-10-2011, 07:52:39</strong>
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				Twelve years?!&nbsp; It felt like twelve seconds to him but considering the shape he had been in when Dia had found him, it somehow also didn't surprise him to hear it after he had a chance to process it, his glacial blue eyes closing slowly as he simply nodded.&nbsp; The girl's name seemed to fit at least, figuring it was short for something much bigger since demons and Devils that actually had names had a perchance for long winded titles and convoluted names that were nearly impossible to say for most people, although some chose simple but no less odd names since a Devil's name was important when it came to summoning them to the other side for whatever reason.&nbsp; Of course, then you had your escapees that came through portals of their own design despite needing a fair bit of strength to accomplish such a feat if a portal wasn't handy or within easy reach.&nbsp; Still, he kept his attention fully on the succubus half breed, filing away everything she had to say for later use until she dropped the mother of all bombs in his lap.&nbsp; The sole reason he had wanted all that power, slain by his brother and some demonic underling?!&nbsp; His cold demeanor slipped as he sat straight up as if he'd been shot and stared down Dia, or tried to anyway.&nbsp; Normally such a bomb would have been met with a very well aimed and lightning fast strike from Yamato while he questioned such information with his sword buried in the offender's guts, much as he had done to Arkham in the Temi-ni-gru long ago....now.&nbsp; Barring that, a telekinetic blue sword appeared and stopped just shy of cutting the woman's head clean off., but it did draw a thin line as he was just able to hold himself back from completing the move with the power of his will made physically manifest.<br><br>"The only thing holding me back from cutting your head off right now is the fact you saved my life and kept me alive for twelve years, as you say.&nbsp; However, just because I owe you a life debt does not mean I will take lies from you or anyone else.&nbsp; If I find out you've told me such a tale, rest assured I won't start at your neck next time."&nbsp; The sword disappeared but the damage done remained for only a few seconds before the blood and the cut disappeared without a trace, confirming her demonic nature if nothing else hadn't by then.&nbsp; He couldn't do that trick again for a while, but Dia didn't need to know that as he hid the drain on his strength relatively well as his icy demeanor fell back into place, although the fact that Mundus might truly be dead by his brother's hand had shaken him up considerably.&nbsp; That he couldn't hide from his glacial blue eyes, although Vergil tried all the same.&nbsp; "What else has happened in my twelve years of sleep after the rude welcome I received upon my arrival Dia?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Devil May Cry; Fate of Two Worlds - Hell Side</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ashia starstreak</strong> on <strong>25-10-2011, 06:30:37</strong>
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				The group that swarmed around Musashi was no more than five, but she was relatively small in comparison to just one of the Lusts. Their numbers did not make her nervous, but knowing that there was no death to bring already being in hell did make her feel worried. Musashi paced in a circle as she surveyed her opponents. Their laughs taunting her. She waited until the first one came at her to strike before leaping toward the entity and pushing herself off the scythe to jump onto a Lust just higher up. Gripping onto its ragged robes, Musashi clawed her way up its chest and hopped off of its shoulder toward the rod of another opponent's curved blade.<br><br>Her long tail wrapped itself tightly around the neck of the Lust she had jumped off of as she managed to get a good grip onto the pole of the scythe. As Musashi had suspected, the Lust tried shaking the little demon off of its weapon. It yanked and pulled, accidentally swinging Musashi and the Lust her tail had. Her hostage gripped at his neck trying desperately to get away and as they were swung around, Musashi decided to allow the Lust to be free. Releasing the entity from her tail sent it spinning into a different Lust.<br><br>The scythe Musashi grasped momentarily stopped as the Lust had to take in what he had just caused to happen. It was all the little demon needed. Musashi pulled herself up and jumped at the lust's face. Digging her small claws into his cheeks, She bit him on the nose and scrambled higher to leap off of his head and glide off of him past the rest of the crowd. When she assumed it necessary, Musashi dived the rest of the way and squeezed her way into a crack on the side of platform raised a few feet from the ground.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Devil May Cry; Fate of Two Worlds - Hell Side</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katra Alexion</strong> on <strong>02-11-2011, 23:14:41</strong>
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				Golden eyes watched the Prodigal son of Sparda warily from beneath half masted lashes. She had expected something of an outburst when she told him about Mundus defeat at the hands of his twin brother/ What she hadn't anticipated was the energy sword appearing in his hand in mid sweeping motion as if he were going to decapitate her where she sat. She felt the razor's edge bite gently into the slim column of her neck. To her credit Dia's didn't even flinch, eyes never wavering from Vergil's as she slightly tilted her head to the side as amusement seemingly flicked in those golden depths before disappearing beneath the calm neutral demeanor. <strong>"Why would I need to lie when the truth would serve me far better and save me unneeded aggravation."</strong> she said. <strong>"That is the only free shot I will allow you, anything else you will have to work for."</strong><br><br><strong>"Considering that you have been <em>indisposed</em> for nearly over a decade, quiet a bit actually. But I have had other pressing matters to deal with here on this plane so my knowledge of events on earth are sketchy at best."</strong> Rising from the seat she started back to the door. She paused, turning to look back at him. <strong>"I will have some food and fresh clothing sent up as I am sure you would like to freshen up. The bathroom is directly across the hall from this room.&nbsp; Afterwards we will have a chance to talk more in depth so have your questions prepared by then."</strong> Flicking her hair back over her shoulder as she took one last apprising glance from the corner of her eyes before she disappeared from the room, the door closing softly behind her leaving Vergil to his thoughts about the mysterious yet direct female hybrid.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Devil May Cry; Fate of Two Worlds - Hell Side</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>25-11-2011, 03:59:00</strong>
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				His blue eyes narrowed to dangerous slits but he silently got up from the bed, still a bit tired but he hid his weakness well.&nbsp; He listened to what the woman had to say but wasn't about to respond to it, wondering just how tough she truly was.&nbsp; Regardless, he wouldn't test her more than he felt he needed to, but for now he looked down and sighed, hating how things have most likely gone since his absence.&nbsp; Dante, despite their very clear difference, most likely thought he was dead, and even Vergil felt a twinge of brotherly love for the man, not that he'd ever admit it aloud.&nbsp; Letting the pajama bottoms fall after he crossed to the well appointed bathroom where Dia said it would be, the samurai found the amenities pleasing.&nbsp; He let himself soak for a good half hour before finally washing away the dirt and grime of 12 years, feeling stronger with each passing minute.&nbsp; By the time he had wrapped a fluffy blue towel around his well toned body, Vergil was very close to his old strength again.&nbsp; He found a pair of scissors and a razor, and quickly chopped the twelve years of hair off of his head, returning to his former appearance in another half hour of work.&nbsp; He cleaned up his mess as best as he could, having had quite a bit to contend with before he even started to resemble his old self.&nbsp; Going back to the room where he had been for so long, he found a black sleeveless shirt and blue pants, much like one of his own outfits he had wore so long ago.&nbsp; He did wonder what happened to his tailored coat, shirt, and pants, seeing them nowhere to be found.&nbsp; They were probably too tore up to be saved.&nbsp; That was a shame, but a small price for his life as he had it now, indebted to another as he was perhaps.&nbsp; The food that had been brought was gone in a matter of minutes, having not ate anything for just as long, at least nothing he remembered anyway, although he was sure the woman had had an IV in his arm feeding him intravenously that way.&nbsp; No sign remained of the thing though, which was a good thing in Vergil's opinion.<br><br>After he was done, the samurai made his slow way to find Dia in her mansion, getting a good look of the place along the way.&nbsp; She was rich or royalty, that was clear from the very opulent furnishings she kept on hand.&nbsp; He'd have guessed royalty since she didn't act like a spoiled rich bitch, as far as he could have seen anyway.&nbsp; Demonic servants silently bustled about the place, giving Vergil a wide berth the entire time.&nbsp; It seemed even now, without his sword or his fine clothes he had kept for so long, he still put off an aura of fear and respect.&nbsp; At least some things hadn't changed, a twinkle being brought to his glacial blue eyes as he continued to wander.&nbsp; If Dia sent one of her servants alone, he'd follow them, but until then, he chose to look around, getting a feel for his 'friend'.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Devil May Cry; Fate of Two Worlds - Hell Side</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ashia starstreak</strong> on <strong>01-12-2011, 19:59:27</strong>
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				Just because they couldn't reach her didn't mean they were going to give up. A bony hand stretched toward the small demon, but Musashi was just to far into her spot. She stuck her tongue out triumphetly and a Lust growled in anger. It began clawing at the side of the platform getting nowhere fast. In response, the platform began to lift higher into the black sky. The Lust latched onto it with intentions to follow it up, but quickly changed its mind and floated away.<br><br><br>Musashi was not ignorant, and would not be fooled. She knew it was either a trick or maybe something tougher had chased the Lust away. The demon was however, cursed with curiousity and wiggled her way toward the surface of the platform to take a peek around. At first all she saw was black and only felt a warm breeze hit her in the face, but as she allowed her head her head to fully emerge she saw a steep cliff beside her. When the platform had stopped it was clear to her that she was near a plateau. Nothing seemed dangerous about the dead area but a slight fog.<br><br>Squirming the rest of the way out, the demon snuck her way to the side of the platform and looked down to see if she could spy a lust, but there was no such creature so she turned around and scurried off of the platfomr onto the plateau in search of a portal that would take her to the surface of the living.
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