Hell on Earth: A Demonic Romance (IC)

[Claret_Dreams]

The Brimstone was never silent, it as an addiction to most, but that was because of a curse that affected a being’s desire to be there. Drinks were served, and more people rolled in as the weather got worse. The sunny day blotted by foreboding clouds and a moon that covered it; the city was entrenched in darkness. While the word of Dante on earth spread, many wondered where he could be, and it seemed that the information was going down the olive branch, at last reaching the ears of one of his spies.

Virgil was busy when the news came in, working on a deal with the Irish mafia. It seemed that they wanted a cut from the club, but when Virgil nearly declined he realized that there might be a purpose for them. The room was dead silent except for the sound of leather shifting in one of the seats, “Now gentlemen, I’m afraid I can’t just go along with these threats,” resistance was offered to him.

Negotiations continued, but not well for their part, as could be told by the rising temper of the demon, finally he stood up and pointed towards the door, giving a curt command, “Out.” When they didn’t move, he asked again, “I don’t want this place to get messy, now, out.”

“Messy, eh, big boy?” one of them said, standing up and pulling out a pistol from his jacket, “I’m afraid you’re the only one that’s going to mess the place up queer.” Then he shot, the bullet sailing into his shoulder, cutting into the black cloth.

Stepping back to at least acknowledge the bullet, he touched the wound and found nothing. “Dearie me, seems like you’ve assaulted me, we can’t have that.” Sighing as he turned his back to them, another bullet shot into the cloth, this time he didn’t give them the satisfaction of the recoil. Rearing his hand back, sword in hand, the blade met one of the men’s necks, causing the head to fly into the window, leaving a scarlet blood stain to run down the window. Pointing the blade to the other man, he added, “I’m afraid I can’t allow you to leave so soon.”

Burning red, Virgil’s hand began to pulse, emitting a red corona. Stepping forward, Virgil continued to speak, “You’ve been antagonizing me, now you try to hurt me, I’m afraid I can’t let that slip. Meet Secace, Secace meet a bloat; now I’ll let you two get acquainted.” Inside of her personal quarters to the man, he cupped his cheek and whispered, “Now say hello to my cousin when you see him,” with that the man’s life was ended, the smell of searing flesh smelled when he was impaled in the stomach.

Behind Virgil, the door opened, and a voice of urgency was heard, “Sir, I know how much you hate me busting in but I have important news!’ Then he stopped, and stuttered the words, “Am I interrupting?”

“Of course not, and you’re lucky that they satisfied my anger, now what do you have to report?” Virgil said, wiping his gloved hands onto a handkerchief, one after another.

“He’s been found,” said the jet-black haired man, smirking when he bowed, “A car is waiting downstairs already, are you ready?”

Virgil’s eyes seemed to light up, turning to face the man, “If you are right then you’ll be handsomely paid; now let’s go.”

Few words were said on the way downstairs to the car, and even less when they got into the car. The occupants seemed solemn as the silver haired devil slipped into the roomy backseat. Raising a hand, he signaled with a wave for the driver to go forward; the car beginning to roll forward to turn on the street and away from the bright lights of the club.

 

[Furion9]

Belial sensed him before he saw him, andNaberus also pulsed in its own recognition to one of its counterparts as Secace sent another soul plummeting into Hell. Virgil...

Crimson eyes followed the mane of silver hair from the opposite end of the club as Virgil and his agent made their way out and into the waiting vehicle. Where could you be rushing off to, dear cousin...?

Belial silently slips into the shadows, emerging outside the club as Virgil's car pulls away. He follows, jumping quickly between the shadows to keep up with the car while remaining a safe distance away.

All through the streets, the shadows around the pedestrians flicker faintly as the Demonlord and his retinue stealthily pursues their adversary.

 

[Incubusknight]

.....

 

[gagonthis]

Serenity glared at his last comment about her cooking, pouting a bit at it. But she knew she wasn't the best cook in the world still she did fairly good. "Fine I'll get microwavable stuff but you're coming with me." she said sneezing suddenly. "Great now I'm sick." she muttered getting to her feet she went to the bathroom searching around for some medicine. Finding it she quickly dranked some down no need for spoons with this.

Satisfied with that she decided to leave Dante to his own devices and went back to her room flopping down on the bed as she looked over her books. Another sneeze followed after another caused her to growl unhappily. "I'm sick! Its all your fault Dante!" she called to him deciding she'd blame him for her misfortunes. He didn't seem to care about much anyway.

"So now what? I get to be your scapegoat for everything that goes wrong in your life?" He said, his tone slightly annoyed. "Hell look around you, you weren't exactly living big before I showed up." He said to her mockingly, sticking his tongue out at her. He batted the cat away as it got too close and could have sworn he saw something familiar in its eyes... nah it was nothing. He sighed as he rose off the couch, going into her bathroom to drain the lizard. He purposefully left the seat up.... hello? Evil? Yeah. He chuckled as he walked back out into the living room, looking into her room. "What the heck are you studying anyway? Anything exciting?" He was bored to tears at the moment and figured anything would be preferable to trying to figure out what the guy with the clock and viking helmet was doing to those women.

 

[Claret_Dreams]

Inside the vehicle, nothing was shared except for the smoke that clouded the vehicle, and Virgil was the main cause of this. It seemed that anticipation to finally show off the extend to his hatred showed. During the ride a soft violin concerto played through the stereo. The male in the front seat coughed because of the smoke that seemed to billow; the source was clear, it was Virgil. Using a nongloved hand he had a fingertip placed to the end of a cigarette, letting the flakes of tobacco smolder in the flame. Virgil continued to do this for most of the car ride until it had burned nearly to the center, then he reached a gloved hand over to the man’s arm next to him, jerking his arm towards him where he drove the fiery ember into his palm, breaking the silence as well, “If he’s not here, then you will die; the whole lot of you.”

It was something else that caught them off-guard, causing their faces to grow with unease. Though it wasn’t as if they were afraid of their chances, it was because he had a reputation this early off for doing so. Veering off the highway onto an exit that lead into the a residential neighborhood, the driver looked in the mirror, murmuring, “Sir, I must inform you that a man was watching us leave when we left; he looked strange, just as yourself.”

“There are many strange ones as myself in this world as we speak, but you must never speak of them. Drop me off at this corner here.” He leaned forward to point towards a corner, occupied only by a yellow fire hydrant, “And meet me here as well. Should anything get out of hand, you know what to do.”

Seconds later the car stopped and he stepped out, one of the men getting out to stammer, “I’m coming with you,” but by that time Virgil had already began to walk down the sidewalk. The man sprinting to catch up. By the time he caught him, Virgil was placed before a house, staring into a window where a family dined.

“You see them,” he began, “Aren’t they just a wonderful sight? Eating peacefully, laughing, and soon to run off to watch television together.” He smirked, “It’s the American dream in this world, but in all honesty, it’s not real.” Then he broke into a laugh, turning around and then pacing back and forth, the smirk still on his face, “You see the wife is cheating on her husband with his best friend when he’s at work; one thing about mortal women is that they’re all whores, thus the reason there is so many that dying by raped. Now you see the husband?” He stopped, pointing into the window, “Well his offense is that he enjoys the sight of little girls being fucked, shame shame, don’t you agree.” A smile broke on his face, as he wrapped an ornately decorated arm around his shoulder, pointing to the last two with two fingers, “The older sister is charged with showing her little brother just how a little whore is supposed to ride a cock.” Moving away, he crossed the road, stopping in the center to hold out his arms, “You see! This is why the human race is meant to die; their despicable vermin on my property, and I must rid them. Now follow.”

The man was confused, but nodded to agree; thoughts coursing through his head as to the identity of the Virgil. Though he dared not question it, he only followed him down another street. The velvet, black cape catching the barrage of winds that shot into it, sending it reeling behind him as did his hair.

“That man that the driver spoke of, he’s a very bad person; he wants to kill you, so if you see him, don’t be afraid to shoot,” Virgil said when he entered a cul de sac. Staring at the five houses around him, he pointed a finger out, and counted, “Ini, mini, mino, mo, catch a imp by his toe; make him holler make him bleed, and you-are-not-it.” Stopping at one of the houses, he snapped and suddenly a vibration was felt radiating from his body, causing the selected home to turn pitch black inside.

“Dante, come out, come out where ever you are. I wouldn’t want to hurt anyone for the sake of getting to you, but if I must, I will.” the tone that the words were carried was that of sarcasm, a cock grin on his face while he casually paced back and forth. Raising his hand into the air, he snapped again, this time the same vibrations were emitted from his centralized location, causing the home’s door next to the pitch black one to jerk open and fling out into the street, to which he canted his head to the side to let it sail past him.

 

[Kuuroinochou]

Bossanova

Too bad for Vigil, his people didn't do their homework thusly he was a few blocks away from where his cousin actually rested. In the pitch of night. Bossanova remained with Clara in hopes that nothing would go amiss this night.

It was only by the sudden chill that ran through him that he woke with a start. "Virgil..." he knew that demon's aura from anywhere, not that the demon hid it. He was the type that wanted everyone to know their impending doom with his presence.

"Clara!" he called to the girl alseep in the joining room. "You need to warn the messiah, things have gotten a little sticky. Virgil the demon lord's cousin is close upon us. Not but a few blocks away. I will go to by you time, get Serenity out of here." He commanded. Plucking a feather from his single wing he handed it to her. "This will hide your aura for a time..." he said and gave her a pat on the head before walking out of her room. Flames begin to lick at his feet before he burst from sight, fleathers and smoke the only means of his former presence.

 

[Kuuroinochou]

"So now what? I get to be your scapegoat for everything that goes wrong in your life?" He said, his tone slightly annoyed. "Hell look around you, you weren't exactly living big before I showed up." He said to her mockingly, sticking his tongue out at her. He batted the cat away as it got too close and could have sworn he saw something familiar in its eyes... nah it was nothing. He sighed as he rose off the couch, going into her bathroom to drain the lizard. He purposefully left the seat up.... hello? Evil? Yeah. He chuckled as he walked back out into the living room, looking into her room. "What the heck are you studying anyway? Anything exciting?" He was bored to tears at the moment and figured anything would be preferable to trying to figure out what the guy with the clock and viking helmet was doing to those women.

"Its none of your business what I'm studying." she said defiantly sticking her tongue back at him. "Leave me alone!" she added for effect while diving under her covers and pulling the blankets up on her. She looked at the clock glaring, it was probably better if she got some rest so gathered all her books and set them on the nightstand.

She rolled over about to turn off her light but remembered Dante was still there. "What?" she questioned blushing slightly. "Want to lay with me? Oh are you scared of the dark?" she asked then perhaps it was possible, demon or not she wasn't completely buying his little story. There were other ways to burn her parchements and the bullet thing ... maybe she saw more than she thought. Yes that explained it. "Come on if you're coming, I gotta get some rest and sleep off this cold."

 

[Incubusknight]

.....

 

[Kuuroinochou]

In a burst of holy flames and angelic feathers, Bossanova appeared in the sky hovering a moment before he made his way upon earth flames licking at his fingertips before forming into a mighty sword of holy flames and light. "VIRGIL!" he roared with a booming voice.

"I do not know what your business you have here but these people are of no concern to you. I have a right to defend all life on this planet." Nova spoke holding off anymore attacks as he blessed the house behind him. Plucking a feather from his single wing he tossed it into the blackened house the dark aura being sucked into the feather before it returned to Nova's hand. He chanted slowly before the feather's original glow returned.

 

[gagonthis]

Dante shrugged when she refused to tell him what she was studying. He hadn't really cared anyway so he didn't feel the need to push the point. He stretched himself out, his muscular frame relaxing as he scratched his head. She yelled for him to leave and ducked under the covers. She was certifiable. Completely fucking nuts. One second she's begging him to stay and live with her, the next she was yelling at him to get out..... and almost right on cue she rolled back over, asking if he wanted to lay with her. What a crazy. Ah well maybe he'd allow himself a few errant touches and some fun with her. He shrugged to her and slipped into the bed with her. "Just don't cough or phlegm on me.." He said.

 

[Mephistophelily]

"Nova! Wait a second-!" Clara took the feather from him, but when she realzied he was leaving, she chased after him...
And he was gone.
"Go... up there?" She frowned, glancing up to the cieling. She had only dealt with a few minor demons before... and now he wanted to send her up there to be face to face with the demon lord?!
"I can... do that." She swallowed hard, then went to change her clothes. She still smelled like gas from the incident at work. Gas plus a guy who could control fire at will... yeah, probably not a great idea.
A pair of jeans and a Rolling Stones Tshirt thrown on, and she was headed upstairs. For a cover, she had a few textbooks from the classes she had with Serenity... With a deep breath, she knocked on the door, Nova's feather tucked behind her ear. Her eyes drifted to the charms and talismans, raising an eyebrow at them as she waited.

 

[Furion9]

From the far corner of the street Belial watched the display before him and waited.

"Well well well...Bassanova...here with the mortals? Such a display of power in response to Virgil's little show...what exactly are you trying to protect?" He mused to himself.

"Your orders, General?" The six members of his retinue now stood behind him, their black armor and wicked polearms glowing faintly with demonic light. Though they stood at attention, Belial knew that they would be more then happy to jump into the fray at a moment's notice.

"Search every room, alert me at once if you find anything."

As one the elite demons salute and slip into the shadows, bounding foward on their mission as Belial leans back against the wall, his attention returning to the scene before him. He chuckles and gently pats Naberus as the sword pulses again.

"You'll get your chance soon enough..."

 

[Kuuroinochou]

Serenity squealed happily slidding over to give Dante room. Not a moment later she was already huddled up in his arms using him for the warmth she needed. Nights were typically cold in her apartment, even more so in the coming winter months.

But not sooner then she got comfortable a knock at the door roused her from her comfort. "Aww..." she pouted glaring at Dante. "This is your fault too." she said not realizing how close to the truth that was.

Slipping out of bed she skuttled off to the adjoining room to answer the door. When she looked on the other side she arched a brow. She'd seen the girl from school a few times didn't make nice with her but then she really didn't make nice with anyone, save for Mel. "Can I help you? Its pretty late..."

 

[Mephistophelily]

Clara paused, shivering at the feel of the demon blood nearby. Then tried to think of the best excuse she could think of to get Serenity out of the place... "I was just wondering if I might be able to borrow your book? I was trying to study, and found my book was missing a bunch of pages! I guess that's what I get for buying a used one... " As she spoke, her eyes drifted to the fire alarm, causing it to go off with a thought.

"Fire!" She dropped her books, giving a soft shriek. "We need to get out of here! This building'll go up like a book of matches!" She started towards the stairs, waving for Serenity to follow her. "C'mon! Don't just stand there!"

 

[gagonthis]

Dante swore as he heard the knock on the door, pulling his hand back to his own body. He had just been about to 'accidently' let his hand grasp Serenity's breast when she opened her eyes in alarm at the door. He swore, wondering how in the hell he had been up on earth for over four weeks and hadn't indulged himself in pleasures of the flesh with this girl. Stupid holy protections... blah. His head shot up as well, not at the knocking on the door, but because of another sort of alarm. He felt a source of awesome demonic power nearby. One that could only be his brother or his cousin. Fuck fuck fuck! They had found him. Either of them would be bad news. He had enough power back to face one of them and prevail or at least escape, but if both of them were around he would be hard pressed to defend himself. He rose, deciding it was time to get out of there and move on. That was when the fire alarm went off. He jumped out of his bed, snapping his fingers to conjure his shoes on. He ran out into the living room, watching one of Serenity's classmates drag her out into the hall.. What the hell was going on here?
"Wait for me!" He yelled, following after them. "This is your fault isn't it?" He said teasing Serenity. "Something about your cooking I'm sure..."

 

[Kuuroinochou]

"But I wasn't cooking!" she whinned and glared at Dante over her shoulder as she was dragged along. No shoes, no coat, and sick as a dog as a sneeze escaped her. What better way to spent the night before a test, nevermind the fact that demons were prowling about, three very dangerous ones and she'd been about to sleep with one. Ahh being a human was blissful ignorance.

 

[Claret_Dreams]

Already two houses were affected as he continued to taunt; the strike wasn’t without witness though. People from the remaining three homes had slipped from their doors to investigate. Virgil merely looked over them, walking in a long circle around the cul de sac, addressing each of them finally, “If you value your lives you will give me what information I want, otherwise well, I can’t be held responsible for what happens.” A grin showed on his lips finally when he told them, “I’m looking for my dearest cousin, have any of you seen him?”

“We haven’t seen any strangers!” A bold man asked, dressed in his evening clothes, holding his wife tightly, “Now will you please leave us alone. Please god help us!”

“How humorous, I forgot how dependent you filth are, well, I suppose I can show you just how much god loves you.” Then slowly the corona began glow around him, the energy pulsing a short distance, “Do you have any confessions before I send you to tell? No, good.” Raising a hand, a red spark of electricity followed up to his hand where the spark left his fingertips, but suddenly died.

“VIRGIL!” said a loud voice in the sky.

Smiling then, he kept his eyes trained on the man who had pleaded, “Bossanova, eh? Be with you in just a moment.” Then the projectile shot, the man falling over with a twitch. Horror astounded the crowd as he pivoted around to face the grounded angel, “It’s been awhile, huh? God finally get sick of your goody-goody ways or are you just here to tell me how much you missed me?” He smirked then when he approached the angel, nonchalant about his display to save the home, “Wait, I think I know what you’re after.”

After a short moment of watching the angel, he began to circle him, one hand placed onto the decorated hilt of the Secace. Tracing every indent, he let his eyes continue to veer to the right, keeping a keen gaze on him, “Dante, am I right?” The sound of the chain clasp jingled once more as he turned to face him, “Scurry off now and play your little harp, he’s mine.”

 

[Mephistophelily]

"Actually... I think that may've been me," Clara admitted, leading them down the staircase. Glancing to her doorway, she focused a few clouds from under the door, appearing to be smoking from inside. She just hoped the demon didn't see through her act...

She opened the main door to the streets, giving a meek yelp as she spotted Nova down the road- and the demons he was trying to hold off. "Wait, bad idea- the fire door... Other side, quick!"
She turned around, shoving Serenity back down the hall and to the secondary door beneath the staircase. Leading to the alley would make things a bit easier...

 

[Kuuroinochou]

Bossanova remained stoic as the demon taunted him, he kept his eyes trained on the demon regarless of his movements. At his words it caught the angel off guard, Dante? Why would he be after that demon filth? No he had his own agenda and the demon lord had nothing to do with it. However, if the demon believed him after his cousin so be it... his mission was of no concern.

*Clara I hope you're listening, get her out of there... take my car and go to my place. Its outside waiting...you know where I live.* He sent the mental message despite his current situation, making sure the messiah was safe was his first order of business. He would go toe to toe with this demon to buy them time but he was not about to dance the night away entertaining his demonic bloodlust.

Brandishing his flame sword he stood his ground waiting for the first attack.

 

[gagonthis]

He felt the presence of a strong angelic power near where he had felt the demonic source of his cousin or brother. Seemed the shit was hitting the fan for real. All hell was after him and now the angelic order was down here trying to take control of things. Shit this was getting heavy. He ducked out into the street, following Serenity and this new comer for some reason. Something about the girl told him there was more to her than the gasoline stink surrounding her suggested.

 

[Furion9]

General!

Belial turns to the houses behind Virgil and Nova, recognizing the voice as the leader of his retinue.

Report!

We've located the King. He's moving with an angel and a human with a peculiar aura.

An angel? I'll be there momentarily. Reveal yourselves at once and protect the king. Capture the angel.

And the human?

It is of no use, and we have bigger problems.

Six armored figures materialize in a hexagon around the fleeing trio. Ignoring Serenity completely, two of them step infront of Dante as the other four move to surround Clara, weapons at the ready and murder in their eyes. The former pair sink to one knee before Dante, laying their polearms at their sides.

"Majesty, the General commanded us to ensure your safety. Leave the angel to us."

 

[Claret_Dreams]

Letting his gaze bear into the angel’s eyes, he prowled around the man, jerking his chin up to murmur, “You sure do have pretty wings, but I think they’d look better torn and tattered on the ground.” A soft chuckle was heard from him once more, hand reaching to his side to let the blade of the Secace brush against its sheath.

The blade; the Secace, was a 43" inch longsword by historical records. History defined it as Sir Lancelot’s weapon, but in reality, it was a heirloom from a dynasty that had once ruled Hell; now Virgil wielded it. On the blade, the Infernal runes that were inscribed, now began to glow. When the runes were seemed to radiate a crimson color, a sudden jolt of energy flared from it, causing Virgil’s cape to shudder. Pulses radiated from the weapon each second; part of the reason it was so dangerous, now only did it have one of the finest edges but it also was enchanted with the powers of one of Hell’s most baneful plains.

“Now let us begin, darling Cherub.” said Virgil, the familiar corona illuminating around his body.

Taking a step inward, his reflexes reacted, and the next step he took launched the Devil into the air towards the Angel. High above the lampposts, he dived down with the Secace pulled back. When the weapon was brought down with a mighty slash, it met the Angel’s own weapon with a earshattering screech; flames alike seeming to spark from the meeting of the two blades. Virgil shouted over the sound that seemed to echoed from the blades, “Tell your boss to not meddle in the affairs of my world!”

[] I hope you don't mind the tiny amount of control I put into your character Kuu. I'll take it out if you want? Just tell me if it bothers you. []

 

[Kuuroinochou]

Bossanova

Bossanova held a serious undertone in his stance, his single wing flapped in the wake of Virgil's attack. Raised high above him, his holy testament of who he was shone with a bright light, illuminating the general area protecting the mortal souls around them from any would-be negative energies.

"This world is not yours yet devil... begon or suffer divine intervention by my hands." It was of course not his call to be there, but he had a mission and it meant getting the messiah to safety. He'd deal with Dante later the demon lord did not seem interested in the girl thus far which meant he didn't know who she was or was bidding his time. Either way it did not bode well. And then the tides shifted when he felt Belial's energy near... and something more sinster around the messiah... Belial's men. They'd found her. Worry shot through Bossanova but he had matters currently to deal with. Clara was smart he would rest his faith in the knowledge that she'd protect the messiah.

With a pluck of his feather he morphed it into yet another sword endowed with holy flames as he pushed the beligerant Virgil and his legendary Secace back a few steps. With a twirl he himself stepped back holding his stance, one sword held high the other held low... "I will be your match this day. Prepare yourself devil!" And with that much he charged flapping his wing and sending a horde of razor sharp feathers toward his assailant.

 

[Kuuroinochou]

Serenity

As the cars pulled up blocking their escape Serenity instinctively huddled near Dante the weapons pointed at Clara unvalid. "What's going on?" she whimpered looking around them but then her head shot up to Dante and down upon the men at his feet. "Lord?" she question. That was a title for someone of serious status. "I didn't know you were a lord... where from England or Italy?" she asked still having yet to buy his demon story.

Now the mention of angels, as she looked to Clara... "Uh..? What's going on?" Serenity asked again completely lost and now more so reliant on answer from Dante. She looked up to him holding on to his arm in worry. "Please... what is all this?"

 

[Claret_Dreams]

When he was pushed back a few steps, he replied to the angel’s words, “So the cherub does have some fight!” Though when he plucked his feature, he did something. The sound of sinew and bone twisting was heard as his cape was lifted. Cape raising into the air, Virgil crouched; blade seeming to steam with the red corona, then it broke. From under the cloth shot out the spiny wings of a devil, launching the demon into the air. Virgil dwelled in the air, flapping his wings casually to stay afloat before another ringing pulse was felt from the sword. Placing both hands onto the hilt, he began to hum; then it came, in the radius that the angel had created the cement began to crack, sinking downward before the broken fragments shot into the air around Nova, causing the sharp feathers to sink stab into concrete pieces, in effect nullifying them.

Then he charged, back, knowing full well that he would meet the angel’s sword with his own. Using the light weight of the sword, he swung, catching the first blade in a parry; the two energies meeting to let a shockwave shoot from the swords. It was enough time for him to catch the other blade just in time. This time the swords met headlong, but he was ready. Strong wings flapped once more, sending the boots on his feet into the stomach of the angel. It was enough to send the Angel back, if not the fragmented ground. Virgil remained in the air.

“You don’t understand do you? You cannot win. I’ve had time to manifest my power into this world, perhaps you might try something else?” Grinning while he levitated in the air, he let a finger run against his cheek, wiping up the essence of what seemed to be blood; it seemed that one of his feathers had indeed caught him.