Suffering Sins

Suffering Sins Chapter 5: Evil Within

"So, this is where he is at?" Dante asks the little demon while gazing out at the freakishly familiar building. It is so alike to the old woman's home and yet a power full evil aura emanates from the huge building in nauseating waves.

"Yes, yes he is. This be our bestes tort...Nnn..dungeon." Trails off the little demon in obvious fear of slipping out something to anger his new and powerful master. "Ssorry Master."

"I am not your master, I wouldn't wipe my ass with a spineless creature like you." Growls out the hunter, "Nor will I punish you as long as you bring me to him with no tricks, got it? I'm tired of your pathetic whimpering. Now come on I'd rather not be late." Dante commands as he moves up to the building. The small demon is quick to follow. Dante carefully looks around the grounds, not wishing to fall victim to another ambush.

'Don't think I can afford to spend that much energy again already.' The young man thinks to himself. Nothing alerts his fine tuned senses during the journey to the large demonic door. "Stay close" Whispers Dante to the little one.

Smirking, Dante deliver a powerful kick to the door smashing it down and sending it flying into its demonic door guards.

"Alright! Time to set an all time demon slaying record! Try to keep up runt!" Dante yells out as he draws Ebony and Ivory in one smooth motion to target the nearest demon and sending one bullet into each eye from the twins splattering its small brains all over the back wall. Moving at speeds impossible to those without Sparda's blood, Dante trains his twin guns on the next target taking it out with the same ease and round housing a approaching demon back into a group of demons that came running out of farther in the building. Turning with the kick the demon slayer faces outside the building to shoot down several demons who materialize thinking to backstab the invader, before the demons could register the gunfire which ends their lives Dante puts Ebony and Ivory back in their holsters and turns back upon the group of demons he knocked over.

"Now this is what I'm talking about! Lets rock!" Whoops out the young man as he jumps onto a demon's back sliding it into the larger group. Dante jumps off being sure to snap its neck with his boots to land on another demon hands first as it starts to stand up bowling it over and knocking it back down. Dante twists in midair launching himself off the demon's shoulders snapping its neck in the process and flips landing boots first onto an unsuspecting demons face with a crunch. "Opps looks like I got some demon on my boots, sorry about that but I think your face looks better now anyhow." Dante laughs out as he completes two more dazzling twists with kicks sweeping out to end the last of the demons in the room.

"Shall we?" The man asks the little demon who nods rapidly in amazement. "Well hop on up, and don't you dare think I'm going soft on you, I need you to find my way faster and I don't want to be late waiting for you to crawl like a snail around through this place." Dante says offering his shoulder as a perch.

The little demon mindful of the last lecture by its master quickly hops up and proceeds to point out the way. With a rueful shake of his head Dante wonders what anyone would think at the sight they made.

'Heh if anyone as so much as thinks that I have gone soft will have a nasty surprise won't they Rebellion?' Smirking at his inner thoughts Dante speeds off down passage ways at top speed forcing the little demon to dig its claws into Dante's shoulders and draw a bit of blood to keep from flying off.

Unfortunate demons would step out of side rooms and into the slayer's path, They didn't even see anything before they fall to the floor in separate parts. The slayer pays nothing mind only his destination as he cuts down demons on the way.

'Every step taken is one step closer to Vergil, nothing can stop me now that I'm so close!' With that thought Dante takes it up a notch to the maximum he can go without letting out the devil inside.

Faster and faster still he runs down the winding passage ways into the building's lower levels, he could feel Vergil calling to him.

'Dante...'

Eyes widening and feet stumbling upon hearing Vergil call him in his thoughts Dante does not see the trap ahead until it is far too late. He careens into several upright spears being held by yet another elite demon regiment. Moving far too fast, and no time to change his course as he impales himself deeply onto a spear, the impact sends the little demon rider and Rebellion flying down the hall and out of sight. The demon holding the spear that the gracious slayer impaled himself on slides back with the force of the impact, is quick to twist the spear off to the side and drop the man onto the ground open to more spears. With expert practice the others in the regiment impale and pin the hunter with their spears to the ground.

'No, damn it! This is way too early to cop out! One damn mistake and look where I am, shit this is obviously a well planned trap...Vergil you best stay alive, I'm coming brother. No choice but to use it again already, wait for me Vergil.' Dante starts to transform into the devil within, but before the transformation can come close to completion several acid spitting demons move in and spay large volumes of acid onto the hunter. The acid distracts Dante's concentration as it eats into his deep wounds getting to his venerable insides. The young twin cries out in pain while trying futilely to get up, but he is completely pinned to the ground by the spears and only succeeds in thrashing around in agony around the spears. As more and more acid is spewed forth onto him, he begins to loose coherency and control.

Uncontrolled Dante's transformation starts to shift into his devil form, but not the same as before. This version is far more demonic and evil in nature. Bones crack and pop out as his form changes, out from his back sprouts two large wings each tipped with razor sharp claws. The whole body increases in size until the spears fall loose from it, its skin begins to harden and to a dark blood red. Unlike before the numerous wounds do not start healing, although blood stops flowing free. Everything about this creature is emanating chaos and evil intent as the head reshapes to allow for the large protruding jaws lined with black wicked teeth set in a sadistic smile. The reptilian eyes are perhaps the worst part, dark blood pooling around deep black. There is no humanity in those eyes only death and suffering promised for those it gazes upon.

The wicked creature rises up on its hind legs to its full height of eight and a half feet to tower over the demons surrounding it. Expression set in sadistic glee the abomination grabs the closest acid spouter by the face and slams it into a wall moving against it to bring its face up to whisper in its ear. Turning back to face the shocked demons around it, "STAY AND WATCH!" commands the huge abomination, the other demons obey completely, under command of the great evil before them.

The great devil lord turns back to his captive demon to whisper in its ear. "Hello precious, I'm going to tell you a secret and I won't hurt you. I promise." The wickedly evil creature purrs. "I am not that pathetic mortal that kept me hidden away; I am something far, far greater." The red and black creature pets the trapped demon's face lovingly. "I must thank you for setting me free, that weak human grew tiresome..." Trails off the wicked creature as its clawed hand travels down the demon's neck gently. A long forked tongue flicks out from the wicked jaw to lick at the held demon's check as the clawed hand travels lower still to rest on the demon's abdomen. "And this is your prize my precious pet." Teases the great devil while traveling its long black tongue down it's neck lapping at the skin and causing the smaller demon's member to twitch to life. The slitted eyes travel down the smaller demon's form slowly to rest at the erection between it's captive's legs. "Oh now do you want more my pet? Only I can show you true pleasure." The devil master devil whispers in a voice of pure devilish seduction. It's great clawed hand reaches down to engulf the enlarged cock of his pet squeezing to elicit a cry from the captive demon.

The cry of pleasure suddenly becomes a scream of agony and surprise as his erection is ripped off from its body. The cry grows quiet and turns into a strangled gurgle when the great beast holding it wraps in great maw around and into its throat tearing it out viciously. Blood pouring out of its mouth the horrible devil leans in to its doomed prey's face, "The pleasure cannot be described can it? Delicious! Truly a pity one cannot enjoy this decadence more, but soon that will change.." Gently purrs the devil lord letting its used plaything slide down the wall to the floor.

Before the other demons can shake themselves free of the powerful command the sadistic devil issued they are set a flame from the liquid fire spewing out from the wicked mouth of the red devil. Flailing all about in an attempt to put it out demons fall to the ground, yet it does no good as the fire sticks to their flesh burning through. Soon they are nothing more than a withering mass of screaming agony and the fire lord ceases spewing flame to laugh. The laughter is cruel in nature and richly filled with enjoyment at the suffering spectacle it has caused. Never before has a more bone chilling evil sound been heard even in the plane of evil itself.

A whimper can be heard once the screams die down as the demons die. The demonic embodiment of suffering quickly moves to the sound and snatches up the little demon before it can get away. "What do we have here? Some baby trying to grow up to be a big powerful demon?" Asks the huge demon as it toys with the little demonling in its claws. "Oh I am afraid you missed out on the fun with your friends, but I can arrange some special play time just for the two of us." The pure evil entity purrs in a voice dripping with malice.

"No, no please Master don't! Mes be slave forever! Anything! Please no hurt mes!" The young demon desperately cried trying to save its worthless life.

Something flickers in the devil's eyes as sanity fights it's way forth. The deadly creature stumbles backwards against the wall dropping the young demon to grab its head during a battle of wills within. Blood begins to drip from the skin where claws piece while holding tightly and shaking back and forth.

Oblivious to the true nature of the inner struggle of its master the little demon cautiously steps forward, "M..Master? Master okay?" It timidly asks. Hearing this tips the scales on the inner battle and the devilish beast throws it head back in one last mighty roar of defiance sending demons from deeper within the complex scattering. The roar grows quieter as the creature reverts back to its human form and drops down to its hands and knees. Unsure the demonling gets closer, "Master?" it asks worriedly.

"I told you not to call me master, I am Dante!" The hunter snaps. "If you must call me something, call me Dante." Orders Dante in a soft voice to the little demon who unwittingly helped him get back control.

"Yes Mas-Dante, Runt will do as Dante says." Quickly replies the little demon eager to keep its mas--Dante pleased.

"Runt eh? Fitting name don't tell me that is you name?" Silence. "Oh man demons are stupid, whatever Runt it is." Dante Laughs trying to ease his mind. The laugh does last long and turns into a coughing fit expelling acid from his lungs.

'What in all of hell was that?! I've never devil triggered with that little control, it was like it wasn't even me...What the fuck is going on?' Dante wonders to himself, 'I'll have to figure that out later I have to get to Vergil before my strength completely gives out.'

With a grimace of pain Dante attempts to stand, but the blood loss is too great as he tumbles back against the wall and slides to the ground. "Uh, I feel like several demons used me for a test dummy during nation 'stab it dead' week then tried to knock down a building with my face, fuck I have picked the worst time to visit my roots. And why the fuck didn't I heal! Devil be damned if they think a few games of ' pin the spear on Dante' is going to stop me!" Dante says in resolve and tries to stand again. A bit shaky but he manages to make it to his feet leaning heavily against the wall and stumbles like a he had a full night drinking at the Love Planet over to where he last saw Rebellion.

The little runt runs off ahead and returns with Rebellion to hold up for its mas....Dante. With a look of surprise The pale twin shakes his head ruefully with a small smile and takes Rebellion. Worn out from the ordeal Dante cannot lift it up to rest across his shoulders, he can barely drags it across the ground behind him.

"Come on Runt, my date is waiting." Jokes the wearisome and beaten slayer as he makes his way deeper where Vergil is waiting for him.

TBC