Suffering Sins
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+A through F › Devil May Cry
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
3,763
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Devil May Cry game series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Suffering Sins ~ Part Two: Old Lady Has Spunk!
Suffering Sins Chapter 2: Old Hag Has Spunk!
It has been raining for the past few hours, the storm is only getting worse with thunder cracking and lightning splitting the skies. In his melancholy the younger son of Sparda has not even noticed. Then again even if he did its not like he would be caught with a dainty umbrella, that's just not macho. A little rain can't harm a half-demon, even if it is a bare few degrees from being snow.
Visibility being rather poor, Dante is taken aback when his destination comes up on him. He is so taken aback that the demon hunter looks around to see if he accidently stumbled into hell. The old woman's mansion looms before him, dark foreboding and partially destroyed. It's architecture was that of an old gothic church- no, not a church since nothing seems holy about it. The building is many times the size of the other buildings in the city and was surrounded by a large elaborate gate.
"Oh great, just great! Figures the old hag would leave out important shit, wonder what other nasty surprises will come out an bite my ass." Murmurs Dante to himself, "Looks like you'll be getting some play time today old buddy." The hunter reassures the blade patting it as he walks up and pushes open the gate causing a horrible screeching sound of metal against metal. "Devil be damned that was loud!" Complains Dante as he sticks his pinky in his ear to clean out the echo of the rusty screech. He shakes out his head and continues up to the door.
Knock, knock sounds on the door and Dante waits for it to be answered. A minute passes by without any stirring beyond the door. The young man pounds upon the door impatiently. "Hey old woman, answer your damned door!" He shouts at the door. Anger wells up within him when still there is no answer. "Hey screw you old lady! I don't have to help you with your problem, hell I'm sure you can find some other big bad demon hunter in town!" As the demon hunter turns away the door swings open and he turns back around.
"Oh that's who ye are, ye look like some darned hooligan gallivanting in the night!" The light from inside spills on the woman revealing her features to the white haired man. With a face covered in wrinkles she looks to be in her seventies at the very least. Sunken eyes, narrow mouth with red lipstick makes for the stereotypical old woman who still doesn't know she is past her prime. Dante's eyes travel lower to look at a oddly familiar amulet around her neck, at first glace he thought it to be the normal gaudy crap old people seem to wear but upon looking closer it seems to hold and aura of importance. Strange....
Wack! The young man's thoughts are violently interrupted when he is struck on the top of his head with a wooden cane.
"Yer eyes belong up here youngin'! I know I'm a foxy lady but that doesn't mean ye can be so perverted!"
"Hey now you old bag, don't hit me! I didn't do shit, its not like I'd check out that carcass of wrinkles that you call a body."
Wack wack! Two more vicious strikes from the blasted cane.
"Why ye little fouled mouthed low life! Have ye no respect or ye betters? I'll have ye know I am one of the most influential people in this town!" The old woman sighs, "Ye are right though, I do need ye to help me with my infestation problem, so why doin't ye come in out of the rain." She moves back into house with the man following.
The interior of the house is surprisingly quaint, very fitting for the old grandmother that owns it. the house's proprietor leads her guest to a well furnished and very cozy room. She sits down in a rocking chair, while the guest seats himself across in a couch.
"So what kind of a problem is it that inhabits your house exactly lady? You weren't very clear on the phone." The young man asks as he lies longingly on the couch with his left leg up on an arm rest.
The old woman scoffs at his use of the furniture. "You are the professional here, why don't you go find out for yourself." She jabs at him for mistreatment of her furniture.
"Heh, sure why not lady. I am the expert here, can't have you doing all the work." Dante stands upright and folds his arms. "At least tell me where you last saw the problem, wouldn't want a 'hooligan' like me rummaging though your things." Dante smirks at her in defiance.
Her expression went from annoyed to furious in an instant. "The attic, DO NOT damage ANYTHING! My things are worth more than ye are!"
Dante mock bows to her and leaves to go find the attic.
It has been raining for the past few hours, the storm is only getting worse with thunder cracking and lightning splitting the skies. In his melancholy the younger son of Sparda has not even noticed. Then again even if he did its not like he would be caught with a dainty umbrella, that's just not macho. A little rain can't harm a half-demon, even if it is a bare few degrees from being snow.
Visibility being rather poor, Dante is taken aback when his destination comes up on him. He is so taken aback that the demon hunter looks around to see if he accidently stumbled into hell. The old woman's mansion looms before him, dark foreboding and partially destroyed. It's architecture was that of an old gothic church- no, not a church since nothing seems holy about it. The building is many times the size of the other buildings in the city and was surrounded by a large elaborate gate.
"Oh great, just great! Figures the old hag would leave out important shit, wonder what other nasty surprises will come out an bite my ass." Murmurs Dante to himself, "Looks like you'll be getting some play time today old buddy." The hunter reassures the blade patting it as he walks up and pushes open the gate causing a horrible screeching sound of metal against metal. "Devil be damned that was loud!" Complains Dante as he sticks his pinky in his ear to clean out the echo of the rusty screech. He shakes out his head and continues up to the door.
Knock, knock sounds on the door and Dante waits for it to be answered. A minute passes by without any stirring beyond the door. The young man pounds upon the door impatiently. "Hey old woman, answer your damned door!" He shouts at the door. Anger wells up within him when still there is no answer. "Hey screw you old lady! I don't have to help you with your problem, hell I'm sure you can find some other big bad demon hunter in town!" As the demon hunter turns away the door swings open and he turns back around.
"Oh that's who ye are, ye look like some darned hooligan gallivanting in the night!" The light from inside spills on the woman revealing her features to the white haired man. With a face covered in wrinkles she looks to be in her seventies at the very least. Sunken eyes, narrow mouth with red lipstick makes for the stereotypical old woman who still doesn't know she is past her prime. Dante's eyes travel lower to look at a oddly familiar amulet around her neck, at first glace he thought it to be the normal gaudy crap old people seem to wear but upon looking closer it seems to hold and aura of importance. Strange....
Wack! The young man's thoughts are violently interrupted when he is struck on the top of his head with a wooden cane.
"Yer eyes belong up here youngin'! I know I'm a foxy lady but that doesn't mean ye can be so perverted!"
"Hey now you old bag, don't hit me! I didn't do shit, its not like I'd check out that carcass of wrinkles that you call a body."
Wack wack! Two more vicious strikes from the blasted cane.
"Why ye little fouled mouthed low life! Have ye no respect or ye betters? I'll have ye know I am one of the most influential people in this town!" The old woman sighs, "Ye are right though, I do need ye to help me with my infestation problem, so why doin't ye come in out of the rain." She moves back into house with the man following.
The interior of the house is surprisingly quaint, very fitting for the old grandmother that owns it. the house's proprietor leads her guest to a well furnished and very cozy room. She sits down in a rocking chair, while the guest seats himself across in a couch.
"So what kind of a problem is it that inhabits your house exactly lady? You weren't very clear on the phone." The young man asks as he lies longingly on the couch with his left leg up on an arm rest.
The old woman scoffs at his use of the furniture. "You are the professional here, why don't you go find out for yourself." She jabs at him for mistreatment of her furniture.
"Heh, sure why not lady. I am the expert here, can't have you doing all the work." Dante stands upright and folds his arms. "At least tell me where you last saw the problem, wouldn't want a 'hooligan' like me rummaging though your things." Dante smirks at her in defiance.
Her expression went from annoyed to furious in an instant. "The attic, DO NOT damage ANYTHING! My things are worth more than ye are!"
Dante mock bows to her and leaves to go find the attic.