Devil May Cry- Touch of Fate Ch.2

Ch.2 Benevolence

"Hm?"

Dante looked upon the ground taking notice of the demon's prey that lay helpless, the piercing tentacle still stuck cutting into her side.

"Now, is that any way to treat a lady?"

The demon quickly took notice of Dante and relinquished its tentacle from Vincent, immediately lunging at Dante with its entire body. As quick as it was, you can't beat the speed of flying bullets as the man's guns, Ebony and Ivory rang out in unison, shooting the demon away, pumping it full of holes. It was blown to bits and crashed upon the ground, but it wasn't going to go down that easily as it merely pulled itself together, the holes within its body filled back up with its bodily goo.


"Well isn't that just convenient, a regenerating demon; looks like you have some nasty friends lady."

The demon once more launched an attack of multiple tentacles, but Dante easily dodged them. However, it was at the last second the man in red realized the demon wasn't entirely aiming for him. No, it hadn't forgotten its original target as its tentacles lunged at Vincent. Dante wasn't bound to let her become a pin cushion as he shot every tentacle that came at her.

"Now, now, no touching on the first date," he stated in a casual nonchalant tone.

Somersaulting into the air and landing on top of the demon, Dante drove Rebellion inside the demon's head, if it even had one. It cried out in pain as Rebellion drove deeper and deeper within, but eventually the gooey glob swallowed it whole, knocking Dante off of itself. The devil hunter landed a couple of feet away, still holding his guns in his hands.

"Hey, you better give me my sword back. Might not be fun to digest."

The demon was no push over however as it removed Rebellion from inside its body and held it inches from Vincent's throat.

"D-Damn it," she stuttered, barely conscious as she stared grimly at the sword that was inches from her as the man in red stood afar, thinking of what he could do to help her, but something insider her snapped as a faded memory came back to her.

"So you came to look for a way to gain power right? You came to become a demon?" Arkainius asked with intrigue. "No. I came to look for an answer. I came to gain power to protect others. But most of all I…

Slowly she rose from the ground, the anger boiling within her.

"…refuse…" the memory still fresh in her mind on the day she met Arkainius.

"…to become…"

And then for the first time, a split second transformation of her devil trigger had appeared, "…A VICTIM!!!" She bellowed out, kneeling upon the ground with one hand upon it and the other rose towards the demon.

Dante could only watch in amazement, not expecting to see the girl transform. Her voice was morphed and her power incredible as she began to suck all the energy within the ground around her, forming an energy ball within her other hand. Aside from her power, her transformation was unlike other devil triggers. While others were strange, ugly, or dark, her devil trigger was beautiful, awe striking, and adorned with light. Her hair was pure white like snow and hovered in an antigravity type of manner. Her skin was icy blue with white tentacle type of patterns that could be seen from her ankles to her chest. A form of a skirt could be seen that was completely shrouded with blinding light energy like her hair. Her black boots were replaced with pure white leather that had icy blue stripes that matched the color of her skin. Tentacles of white, grey, and icy blue could be seen extending from her head out from underneath the hair. Emerged from her back were translucent energy like wings that glistened pearl colors similar to the ones on her body, placed above the tail that came out from her lower back, but the most striking feature of all was her eyes; they were like red flames that constantly moved and could easily hypnotize anyone whom dared to look into them.

Dante had seen many demons in his life, but no half demon with a trigger such as this.

With one powerful blow, she blasted a wave of energy from her hand and hit the demon with full force. It completely obliterated the demon, and it was no more. Once it was gone, so was her devil trigger and every ounce of energy she had left as she fell over to the ground once more and lied there quietly…panting…exasperated. She lay in her pool of blood from earlier, face down upon the ground with blood seeping from her eyes. She couldn't see and couldn't move, but the sense of sound was still with her as footsteps came over to her.

"Well now, that was quite a display."

She wanted to speak, but her breath escaped her as unexpected tears mixed with the tears of blood began to seep from her eyes. He looked upon the girl and could only wonder who she was and why he hadn't run into her before. He wiped away her tears and gently picked her up. The warmth from his body soothed her as she clutched his shirt slightly, nudging her head into his chest as a mere whisper could be heard.

"T-T-Thank you."

"Heh, what're thanking me for? You're the one that took him out babe," Dante replied playfully. That was the last of his voice that she heard before she finally passed out.

Sweating…panting…screams of murder echoing from a single household. Pain…anguish…Vincent's father laying in a pool of his own blood. And then…

"DAD!" Vincent yelled as she became conscious to find her eyes covered over by a cloth wrapped around her head.

Before she had a chance to panic, Dante spoke calmly, "Wo, hey…thought you'd be out for a while considering the blood you've lost. Guess I was wrong."

She couldn't see, but she could feel the cool draft of air on her skin. She was only in her black pants and black t-shirt, socks and shoes removed and apparently laying on a soft bed. However, she felt something else as well; the warmth of a hand upon her stomach that apparently was wrapping the wound in her side. Realizing the touch she quickly grabbed his hand out of fear, scooting back quickly but stopping immediately from a jab of pain in her side.

"Nice grip you got there. Moving wouldn't be a good idea though."

His deep and gentle voice was reassuring. Feeling a bit calmer she let go of her tight grip as she scooted back down and laid silently feeling every touch, every sensation, and every ounce of pain as he cleaned her wound and put what bandages he had on it. That was just on her stomach however, as the other wound was up higher on her, just to the side of one of her breast.

"I hate to tell you this, but if I'm to patch the other wound—"

"—just…c-cut it off. Too…hard to move," Vincent replied in the midst of panting. She didn't particularly care about modesty at this point as she just wanted the pain to go away.

"Hmm, guess you could borrow one of mine."

The man left periodically and returned with a pair of scissors. Then he began to carefully cut away at her shirt making it easier to remove as he gently placed one arm under her to support her and then helped her remove the shirt with the other. However, as he held her he felt something unsettling. Her muscles shook with trepidation.

"You're trembling," he stated openly.

"I…I-I'm sorry," she replied nervously.

He could feel her pulse rate quicken and although her eyes were covered with a bandage, from the way her pants were erratic, he could tell she had shed a few tears.

"Hey, no need to be sorry. You just made my life more interesting."

She blushed suddenly. She wasn't sure if that was the man's way of lightening the mood or if he really meant his words.

"Just relax. I'm almost done."

He placed a gentle hand on her face as she at first, jerked because she couldn't see, but then the warmth from his touch helped to calm her down a bit, but before he removed his hand she put her hand on top of his. He was taken at first, not used to a woman being gentle with him.

"This…isn't too much of a bother?" She asked nervously.

"Helping a damsel in distress? Nah. Now let's get that other wound before it reopens."

She gulped, still trembling but mainly from being cold and shy about showing some skin since she was only in pants and a bra now, but not as if Dante wasn't enjoying it. She had a beautiful physique and nicely built as well. Her skin was smooth and although she was covered slightly in blood, she had a sensual scent. Through the pants and aches of bandaging her, he had finished cleaning up her blood as he got out one of his shirts and helped her into it. It was amusing though, seeing one of his shirts on her as he was twice her size and twice her weight, in volume that is.

"Get some rest. I'll be downstairs to attend to customers," he stated gently.

"Wait," she beckoned him. He stopped before leaving the room as he turned to face her.

"You never told me your name."

He chuckled slightly as he retorted playfully, "Neither did you."

Not wanting to be rude she immediately replied, "Vincent. Vincent Darengir."

He smirked as he replied, "Interesting name for a woman."

"It's not my real name. I use it to protect my identity…and my father's."

He let out a short exhale through his nose and shook his head, "Heh, well whatever your reason being, I find that amusing, better than being called just Lady."

She smiled, not really sure what he meant by the ending of his statement, but smiled nonetheless.

"Well, that's my name, what's yours?"

He turned his head back towards the door as he replied in a lower toned voice, "Dante."

He began to walk away, but then she instantly assumed in question, "A son of Sparda?"

Dante sighed, and replied rhetorically, "Whatever gave you that idea?"

Silence fell upon the room as Dante returned downstairs.