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actuallysaiyan · 1 year

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The Girl Who Came To Stay; Chapter Three: Tulips

Author: @actuallysaiyan Word Count: 3,089 Summary: With Dante under Mina's trance, he makes a move on the unsuspecting Briar. After an eventful first kiss, Briar and Dante find the small cabin that Mina was staying in. They both realize just what a life she had, and it makes them reconsider hunting her. Still, they need to find her and Vergil, so they decide to ultimately come together to find the pair...and boy, do they come together. Warnings: Dante x Briar(OC), mentions of drugs, smoking, drinking, kissing, smut, unprotected sex, oral sex(fem receiving) Author’s Note: Briar's drug habit had meant to be something more in this story, but it fell to the wayside when we continued writing the story. You can still observe her self-destructive behavior as the chapters keep going though.

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Briar continues trekking into the forest, not really sure what to expect now. She wonders if either Vergil or Dante have come into contact with the devil. The scent of leather had been so strong earlier, but now it seems to have dissipated. She takes a moment to check out her surroundings, making sure that there are no animals coming for her this time. Before she even has time to make a move, she sees Dante coming from the opposite direction.

“Did you get her?” Briar asks, hands on her hips. Dante doesn’t even seem to register what she just said. He’s getting closer and closer, and once he gets face to face with her, he’s pushing her up against a tree.

“What the fuck is your problem?” He shuts her up with a heated kiss, making her breathless within moments.

She knows she should push him off of her, but it feels so good to have his lips pressed against hers. His tongue swipes against her bottom lip, making her feel like she’s floating. He’s so much older than her and he’s so incredibly gorgeous, there’s no way this is actually happening right now. When their tongues roll against one another, Briar lets out a quiet moan. Through her lust filled haze, she manages to push him off of her.

“What the hell, Dante? You can’t just kiss me like that.” Her lips are still tingling and her heart is pounding in her chest.

“You smell so good.” Dante groans as he pushes her back up against the tree. Briar doesn’t have much willpower to push him off again.

His lips kiss a wet trail from her lips to her neck. When he nips at the tender flesh, she feels a wave of arousal wash over her. He’s warm and his aftershave smells incredible. It’s almost intoxicating. His hands slide up her waist, going straight to her tits. He squeezes them, earning a whimper from her.

“Fuck, wait…” Briar breathes out between wet kisses. Dante isn’t paying attention to anything she’s saying. He’s about to tear open her shirt when she notices how his eyes are glowing. She pushes him off of her, and she walks away from him.

Anger builds up within her. She had told him to be careful. The devil was going to probably use any means necessary to seduce him, and it’s no surprise that the devil chose to make Dante feel this way. Briar wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and she spits on the ground. A feeling of guilt fills her up. He wasn’t even acting on his own free will. There’s a moment before he seems to start snapping out of his trance.

“Good going, Romeo. You blew it.” Briar scolds, crossing her arms over her chest.

Dante looks at her, and he sees just how puffy and red her lips are. There’s a bit of lipstick smeared on her face, and when he wipes his own mouth, he notices that there are the same traces of lipstick on his knuckles. So, he had been seduced by the devil. It’s not a big deal, he’ll just play it cool.

“Come on, baby. You can’t tell me you didn’t like that.” He prays that she can’t hear his words wavering a little.

Briar’s cheeks heat up, “Shut up. You still fucked up.” She begins walking in the direction of where Vergil had last been seen going.

Dante is quick to follow her, his heart racing. He can’t stop thinking about how good she smells and how she felt so good under him. She’s not a tiny woman by any means, but he still can tower over her. Though he’s only known her for so long, he has come to find some sort of attachment to her.

Briar is angry, not really sure how to deal with such a barrage of emotions. She walks a little faster so she doesn’t have to be so close to him. The smell of him still lingers in the air and on her clothes, and she absolutely hates just how dizzy it’s making her. She has to take a moment to squeeze her thighs at one point, making note of just how wet she got from only those kisses. She can’t even look at him now. She’s mortified to know just how much all of this has had an effect on her.

‘It’s only because of the devil. That’s the only reason why I can be feeling this way. I don’t even know him.’

They happen upon a cabin in the woods, and Dante frowns at the sight of it. Briar looks around the small area, and she realizes just how sad this is. It’s a tiny little place, barely a place to call home at all.

“He really had her live in this small shit shack?” Briar asks in disbelief. She runs a hand through her hair, pulling it from her eyes.

“I knew that guy looked like an asshole, but this is just beyond unfair.”

Briar looks up at Dante, “I agree. I can’t say everything in life has been easy, but I can’t imagine living my life in a place like this.”

They both walk closer to the cabin, opening the door cautiously and peering inside. It’s even worse inside. Dante grumbles something under his breath, and they are both just appalled at how depressing all of this is.

“I wonder what could have caused her to be driven away into the forest like this.” Briar ponders, walking further into the room. She’s inspecting the things left behind. It’s not much, but just a few things needed to live a life here. An old dish towel, a rusted cauldron that’s left in the hearth, and a worn-out broom. Other things of the same nature rest in their spots, left unattended in a rush.

“Why did he just let everyone believe she had been killed by the devil? And since he did let everyone believe that, why didn’t he just leave with her?” Dante frowns at the thought of this man leaving his only daughter to rot in this forest.

“Cause guys like that don’t care. People don’t care, at all. That’s just the way it is. You can’t spend your whole life wondering if you could have done something for these people because they never change.” Briar finally manages to spit out, a little surprised by her own rantings.

She looks down at her feet, sighing angrily. She’s not going to get the money for this job. How could she even go after such a sad person? As much as she’s upset with the farmer, killing him wasn’t going to do any good. She feels so dissatisfied with the experience. Another loss, another day’s pay gone down the drain. She’s a hypocrite to tell Dante not to feel anything for this girl. Briar almost feels personally responsible for how this ordeal ended.

“We should look for Vergil.” Briar finally declares. Dante looks over at her, and he’s conflicted with himself right now.

She exits the cabin, not looking back to see if he was following her. She doesn’t even need to stay with him or even look for Vergil at all. She can leave them both here if she wants to. That would give her time to try and score another job. Or to get home and try to get some much-needed rest.

A wave of nausea washes over her, and she’s clutching her stomach. She feels the world wobbling all around her. In that one moment, there’s a great shame. Briar would do anything to make sure that Dante never figures out about her little addiction. He doesn’t need to know about it. But if she doesn’t get another hit soon, she’s going to lose her cool.

“Look, you go on ahead. I’m going to wait here in case they get back.” She lies, but he can see the forced smile on her face. He knows she’s being dishonest, but he’s not sure why she would be.

“Fine. I’m going to go look for him.”

When he’s out of sight, she ducks into the tiny cabin. It’s colder here now, but she feels a layer of sweat on her skin. Quickly, she digs into one of the pockets of her jacket and she pulls out a small vial. With one last glance at the closed door, she brings the substance to her nose and inhales. The reaction is so sudden and intense, she needs a moment before she can get to her feet. She stays sitting on the ground for a good ten minutes before she finally stands up.

She finds Dante quickly, and he seems upset about something. But when he turns to look at her, their eyes lock in a sensual gaze. Briar looks away shyly, not really sure how to feel about this. It makes her squeeze her thighs together again, a fresh wave of arousal washing over her.

“I think he left with her.” Dante says. Briar walks over to him, her hand bumping up against his.

“What makes you say that?” Briar inquires, pulling her hand away. Once more, she’s looking away, not being able to meet his gaze.

“I just can’t sense him. He’s not here and it doesn’t seem like she’s here either.”

Briar throws her hands up in the air and lets out a loud string of curses. “You’ve got to be kidding me? Well, you know what? He’s not going to get paid for this either. None of us are, because we technically haven’t taken care of the problem.”

Dante smirks, “You’re too wound up. Come on, let’s get some drinks and we can talk about this.”

When they get back to the city, Briar drives them back to her apartment. It’s a small place, but it’s littered in all kinds of old movie posters and concert memorabilia. Dante’s impressed with the decor, he spends a lot of time checking out the old movie props.

“Look, I’m gonna take a shower. You sit tight.” Briar tells him, and she bites her lip suggestively. She can’t help flirting with him now. The whole way back to the city, they acted like friends who had known each other for so long. Though they mostly talked about what had happened(though avoiding talking about the kiss), they tried to come up with a plan to get to Vergil and the devil.

He made her laugh, which was cute. It made her heart skip a beat when she could make him laugh. She thinks about all of this as she washes herself in the shower. The water is scalding hot and the room is filled with steam. It lets her fantasize about how good it felt to be kissed by Dante today.

Once she’s all dried off and dressed and ready to go, she finds Dante in the living room. He smirks when he sees her, loving the way that tight little dress hugs her curves. She rolls her eyes at his reaction, but she is a little flattered. She knows she looks good, that’s why she dresses like this.

“Ready to go, Romeo? Or are you going to just kiss me again?” Briar taunts, and Dante is quick to get up from the couch. Her smirk falters when she realizes just how much taller he is than her.

“Is that a threat? Cause I can make that a reality for you.”

She turns from him, her cheeks a little pink. Already he’s got this effect on her. Briar ignores him and she grabs her boots from the closet. When she’s finally ready, that’s when she turns to face him. With the added height from the platforms, she’s easily almost as tall as him.

“Since you’re the one who got seduced, you need to buy the drinks.”

The walk to the bar isn’t long, and Dante finds himself charmed by this woman. She’s tough, sarcastic and has huge tits. How could he not be attracted to her? She’s literally everything he could ask for in a woman. The way she acts much too cool for him has him completely weak. He knows there’s a sweet person inside of her, he saw it today.

They both grab a drink from the bar and make their way to an unoccupied table. There’s a moment of silence as they sip their drinks. Briar feels a little nervous, so she pulls out her pack of cigarettes. Dante watches as she brings one to her lips and lights it up.

“You want one?” She offers him the pack, but he declines. “Yeah, I’ve tried to quit so many times.” She laughs a raspy laugh and feels a little more at ease. He can’t keep his eyes off of her.

Briar realizes what this means for them. She’s attracted to him, and he’s attracted to her. After what happened today, there’s no denying this attraction. They haven’t known each other for that long, but it wouldn’t be the worst thing if she slept with him. Though, she knows she runs the risk of being dissatisfied once more.

“Dante, I like you. I really want to fuck you, but I’ve just been burned in the past. No guy has ever been able to make me cum,” Briar finally admits.

Dante smirks, “Baby, you know I’m no ordinary man. I promise, I can make you feel really good.”

“We’ll just see about that.”

“Oh Dante! Oh fuck yes!” Briar cries out, clutching the sheets beneath her. She looks down at him between her thighs, lapping happily at her arousal. She’s almost lost count how many times she’s cum already.

“Didn’t I tell you, baby? I can make you feel good.” Dante says in a teasing tone. His warm tongue drags against her slit, circling her clit twice before pulling away. She’s begging for him to come back to her, but he just laughs.

“Already so addicted to me and I haven’t even fucked your sweet little pussy.” She groans at his words. How is he this cocky? Certainly, nobody can be this cocky. Her hips buck up, and he’s quick to hold her down.

His fingers come down to her tight hole, and he shivers when he feels just how tight and warm she is. He gathers some of her juices and uses it to coat his erect cock. She looks up at him from the bed, practically already fucked out.

“You’re so cute, baby. I knew you’d feel better once you let me make you cum.”

She gasps when he pushes his cock into her. Her walls spasm around him, and he grunts. It’s a lot tighter than he was expecting. She’s clinging to him when he starts up a quick pace, and they kiss hungrily. When he pulls away, he looks deeply into her eyes. Her pupils are blown wide with adoration.

“You feel so fucking good, sweetheart.”

Dante grabs her legs, pushing them closer to her chest. He’s so much deeper inside of her now, and she’s whimpering as he goes faster with his pace. Her hands come up to cup her breasts, her fingers tweaking her nipples. Dante leans in to kiss her again, and when he pulls away, he’s not surprised to feel her nails digging into his back.

“Fuck, you’re huge.” She moans, and he’s feeling smug about it. He thrusts into her harder, making her cry out.

Her nails rake down his back the faster he pumps into her, and all the dirty little things she wants to say to him turn into moans and pleas to cum. She feels so close to that sweet release already. Her back arches off the bed, but he’s got her pinned down pretty good at this point that she can’t move much. Her hands trail down his back to his ass, cupping it and digging her nails into the muscles there.

“Fuck yes! I’m cumming!” She whines, her walls clenching around him so tightly. He slams himself into her over and over, making her cum so hard.

Her vision cuts to static as the first wave washes over her, her whole body trembling as his name falls from her lips. Dante watches as she comes undone, just for him. He wanted to prove to her that he could make her cum, and he was quite successful with his attempt. He struggles to keep his breathing under control as her sweet little pussy milks him so good. He pulls out of her, holding his cock at the base.

In a lust filled haze, Briar gets up on her knees on the bed and takes his cock into her hand. He groans when he feels her plump lips wrapping around the head. Her hands stroke the rest of his cock, making his hips rock in time with her movements. His hand tangles in her hair as his balls tighten. A few more strokes, and he’s spilling his seed down her throat with a string of curses falling from his lips.

She continues to suck on his cock well past his orgasm, making him whine and whimper. She pulls off of him, smirking at him when she sits back on her knees. Briar hates to admit it, but he’s the best lover she’s ever had. There’s no way she’ll actually say it outloud, but she’s happy she invited him back over to her place after they finished having their drinks at the bar.

He lays back on the bed, and she settles in next to him. Neither of them get any closer, but he has his hand on her, caressing her gently. She flashes him a genuine smile, and he can see just how happy she is. It makes him feel so proud. But he also feels his attachment to her growing, and while it is exciting, it’s a little frightening at the same time.

“Well, you were right.” Briar admits as she sits up, she digs around in her purse for her pack of smokes. She opens the window next to her bed and lights up the cigarette.

“Of course I was right. I totally rocked your world, babe.” He looks up at her from the bed.

She’s quick to ash out her smoke, missing the warmth she was getting from him. Once she’s back on the bed, she doesn’t hesitate to get a little closer to him. With her hand on his chest, she kisses him sweetly.

“Yeah. You did.”

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mydisenchantedeulogy · 2 years

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We the Doomed [Chapter Four] Welcome to the Mad House [Dante]

Warning(s): death, devils/demons, gore, and blood, Dante being Dante.

No Minors Allowed!!

Dante groaned in annoyance.

“Come on,” he implored into the phone. “You know I’m good for it.”

The owner on the other end snorted.

“You owe me for the last two pizzas, sir. I’m not making you another one until you pay me.”

“And I will, once––”

A click interrupted Dante as the owner hung up on him. He tossed the phone back down onto the base and leaned back in his chair with a groan. He was starving.

“Business is slow,” he uttered.

No one had come by in weeks. He got a final warning from the Electric Company that the power was about to be cut and though he asked for them to issue him a late fee, they too were unmoved. Did no one understand how hard devil hunting was? No, it wasn’t a weakly paying job, but when Dante got a commission, it paid well.

So, where were the devils? He knew better than to believe they had just quit eating humans or trying the enslave the world.

“Why are the little fuckers so quiet? I need to eat,” Dante asked himself.

As if the universe was giving him a sign, he heard the door come open. Darting his eyes across the room, he watched Morrison walk in. A grin pulled at his lips.

“Morrison, my old buddy. Tell me you have good news,” Dante greeted.

“I do have news, but I’m not sure you’re going to like it,” the man retorted.

Any news was good news, so long as it led to a paying job.

"That's what I like to hear; the perfect solution to a desperate need."

Morrison tsked. "Sorry, no dice. Trish volunteered for the most recent job; said you owed her this one."

"Of course, she did," Dante laughed. He tossed his legs up onto the desktop. Could he not get a break? What did Morrison want? "I don't reckon you're here to offer me lunch. Information then?"

Morrison bounced his finger. "I knew you were smarter than you let on."

He sat on the sofa and took off his fedora, resting it on his knee. "I checked in on that woman you asked me to. She went back to the shelter a week ago as you said. A doctor from Hope – outside Red Grave – admitted her the same day."

"Fast little bastards," Dante retorted.

Morrison agreed. "And smart. The doctor is the real deal; he's either a human or a parasite, but not the big fish. Although he owns Hope."

"Ya find out her name?"

He nodded. " Clara Reed. She's a closed book; not even a record or a card to her name. What kind of woman doesn't own a damn card?"

"A woman after my heart," Dante teased.

The broker raised a humored brow. "And you took her to 'Love Planet'?"

"Not my best gamble, but safer than showing all my cards at once," Dante mentioned.

Too bad he sucked at making gambles, but Morrison understood; he'd be risking her life if she stayed close to him. Devils were fickle, and though Clara was in danger already, a hunter coming into the picture so suddenly made her situation worse.

Speaking of which.

"Ya sure about this? Lookin' into her case like this? She's not a client."

Dante shook his head. "Consider it a debt; she can pay me back later."

Morrison snorted. "Poor woman doesn't even have a clue."

He grunted as he stood up and sat his fedora back onto his head. "Once I hear more, I'll let you know. But, Dante, what do you plan to do?"

"Make a visit to the mad house," he declared.

Morrison grinned. "Happy hunting."

He tipped his hat and exited the shop. Rain poured from the dark sky as he lit a cigar, taking a puff. The forecast said nothing about rain.

Ominous, he thought, walking out into the rain to his car.

A familiar tune played over the intercom, drowning out the screams of the unfortunate souls trapped in Hope Valley Hospital. Clara was one of them. She wasn't sure how long she had been locked up, but she knew that something was not right. The hospital wasn't as she remembered, but perhaps it had always reeked of death.

Clara wasn't certain, but she did remember that her mother pleaded for her to stay away from Hope. It was far too late, however.

A shuffle at the door brought her attention back and she watched as Doctor Lambert walked in. He stared at her a moment, sitting on the cot with her knees pulled up to her chest, then he grinned.

"You are a poor sight," he mentioned.

Clara raised a brow. Was he the same man she knew a week ago? He certainly carried an air of spite around him.

Raising his hand, he bounced his finger at her.

"You know, all you had to do was toe the line, but no. All those years playing doctor and maintaining this beautiful establishment were flushed down the damn toilet and all because you had to make contact with the Devil Hunter."

What was he going on about?

"Are you a devil?" Clara asked.

"I am. But don't you fret, worm. I have no interest in you, nor do the devils who reside in this city," Lambert admitted. He raised his hand and scratched his nails down his face, leaving deep marks on his skin. "However, my employers, the Immortal Twins paid me a lot to keep an eye on you, and now that the jig is up, they want to collect their prize."

Clara didn't understand. Who were the Immortal Twins? Were they not devils?

"What do they want with me? I'm no one."

"Who the fuck knows," Lambert retorted. "They're insufferable, ordering me around. If not for their money, I'd tear the meat from your bones."

He sucks in an uneasy breath and wipes the drool from his lips. Perhaps just a bite; Clara only needed one arm. No. The Twins would kill him; he wasn't a strong demon.

A sudden scream brought Lambert out of his head. He turned his eyes to Clara and noticed the horrified look on her face. Grinning, he walked over to the door.

"The dinner bell is ringing."

It wasn't the first time a scream rang through the halls. Clara had been locked up for a week and every night she heard noises; pleas and something far more sinister; something not human.

"I'd advise you to sit tight," Lambert spoke. "The Twins will be here in the morning. And I don't want you to be torn apart by mistake."

What did he mean? Was something happening to the patients? Were they not all––

"You're eating them; the patients! This place has never been a hospital, has it?" Clara asked in horror.

"Such a clever, worm. It was a perfect cover too. The Devil Hunter didn't even know," Lambert answered with a laugh. "Admit a few humans using disorders as a cover, then before long, you have an entire stock barn of cattle to munch on whenever you please, in moderation of course."

He was disgusting. Clara spat on the floor in spite; she hoped that he would choke.

"It's a shame the Twins want you unharmed. Your mother was a treat; I have no doubt you are too," Lambert mentioned.

Clara widened her eyes. Was he serious? There was no way. Her mother was cremated. She saw the body go into the furnace, didn't she? Tears blurred her eyes. She didn't remember.

Upon seeing her confused and horrified expression, Lambert laughed.

"Sleep well, little worm."

He left her room and locked to door in his wake.

All Clara could do was stare at the floor in fear. And for the next few hours, she remained awake, listening to the sound of screams as the patients of Hope were consumed.

When at first, she heard the sound of gunshots, Clara thought she was dreaming. What use did devils have for firearms? She heard them echo down the halls for a few minutes, then it went silent. Out of curiosity, she got out of bed and walked over to the door, staring out through the window in the hallway. It was dark; the lights and music went out hours ago when the screaming started, but she could see the faint smears of blood across the white walls. Her heart pounded erratically.

Then she heard footsteps.

Clara leaned against the wall in her room and away from the window as the footsteps grew closer.

"102 ... 103 ... 104. Bingo!" A voice declared. "What is behind door number 105? Step up and claim your prize."

105? That was Clara's room.

With such force the cell door was knocked off its hinges and fell to the floor with a loud bang; the noise echoed around the enclosed space. Clara covered her mouth as the impact stirred up dust. Was there a monster on the other side? Her heart began to pound erratically as a familiar man walked into the room.

"Dante?!" Clara questioned in alarm.

The man in red grinned.

"Looks like that devil wasn't lying after all."

"I can't believe you're here," Clara uttered.

Dante raised a brow.

"Why wouldn't I be? I heard there was going to be one hell of a party here."

Clara shook her head; he was a strange man. Looking him over, she remembered something Lambert had said and for a moment she felt like a complete idiot.

"You're the Devil Hunter they've been talking about."

"In the flesh," Dante stated.

Tears filled her eyes.

"They're slaughtering humans here, Dante," Clara mentioned.

The said man hummed; he saw. The halls were covered in remains. He cleared his throat.

"I'm not gonna sugarcoat it babe, but it's a mess out there. We need to leave, so unless you can navigate the halls with your eyes closed, I advise you to keep them from wandering."

Clara already felt sick to her stomach, but she took an uneasy breath and shook her head.

"Stay close," Dante ordered.

She followed him from the room, turning her eyes to the floor as she walked. The marble floor was stained in blood and Dante was kind enough to ease her around what she assumed were dead humans. As they navigated the halls, Clara noted how silent they were. She could hear the sound of their footsteps, but nothing much else.

Where was everyone?

Clara tried not the assume the worst. She reached out and rested her palm against Dante's back, burying her nails into the leather.

"We're almost to the exit," Dante mentioned. "We just have to cross the reception hall."

"I understand," Clara uttered.

As they walked, she noticed the amount of blood on the floor. It was much worse; each spatter seemed to connect to another, forming a pool beneath her feet. And the smell was horrendous.

"What is that?" Clara asked, releasing Dante's coat to cover her nose in disgust.

"Devils stink when they're alive. Imagine what they smell like when they're dead," Dante answered.

She gagged. It was burning her eyes.

Blinking away the tears the best she could, Clara looked up. Her eyes widened in horror. What was this? There were devils scattered around the reception hall, all dead. Some of them were in pieces. Did Dante kill them? He didn't seem to have a single drop of blood on him.

A sudden groan made her jerk in fear and across the room, beneath the body of a devil, Doctor Lambert emerged. His right shoulder was stained in blood where a bullet had pierced him. He narrowed his eyes as he saw Dante; Clara peeked out from behind him in shock.

"You bastard," he sneered. "Have you any idea what you have done?"

"I have an idea," Dante retorted with a grin.

Lambert sneered at him.

"You have no clue who you are fucking with. The Twins will not rest until they have what they want."

Dante raised a brow. He hummed and took Ebony from its holster, aiming at him.

"Don't you worms ever shut up?" He asked.

"I'll eat your fucking flesh!" Lambert shouted.

To Clara's horror, he began to transform. A pair of large mandibles grew from his face as his human skin gruesomely tore away. Another set of arms extended from his stomach; each with a sharp claw on the end. He looked like an ant of some kind.

Dante shot at Lambert, but the devil ducked and lunged at him. A large abdomen burst from his lower body and with his stinger, he struck Dante in the left arm and injected him with his Nero toxin. The effects immediately started to work.

"Fuck," Dante groaned as his left arm weakened.

He dropped Ebony to the ground, and to his annoyance, the devil leaped onto him, piercing the hunter in the sides with his claws. Dante's boot lost its hold on the floor due to the blood and he fell onto his back as Lambert snapped at his face with his pinchers.

Clara watched in horror as Dante struggled to keep Lambert back with his right arm.

What do I do? Fuck! What do I do?

She noticed Ebony on the ground and picked it up aiming for Lambert's abdomen. Having never shot a gun before, she squeezed the trigger, squeaking as the noise startled her. She unfortunately missed; the bullet hit the floor near Dante's upper leg.

"Watch the goods," the said man grunted.

Lambert struck at Clara with his stringer, but she managed to avoid it, aiming once again. Where was she meant to shoot it? Squeezing her eyes shut to clear them, she opened them and to her shock, ten white lines divided Lambert's body. On his head, near the back, a circle appeared.

What was she seeing?

"Lift his head," Clara ordered.

Dante wasn't sure what good it would do, his body was shielded with an exoskeleton, but as she insisted, he shoved his arm against the devil's neck, and with his strength, he pushed Lambert back.

Now that his bulbous head was at level with her chest Clara aimed the gun into his mouth, ignoring the sickle-shaped mandibles as they sliced into her arms, and pulled the trigger. His exoskeleton shattered as the bullet burst from the back of his head, showering Dante with blood and chunks of brain matter.

Lambert was dead and the lines on his body had vanished.

Did Clara somehow see his weak point? No. Anyone shot in the head was bound to die. Perhaps she was just stressed.

"Are you OK?" She asked.

Dante tossed the devil's body to the side and stood up.

"I've had worse, but babe, you missed the perfect chance for a taunt. You need to work on your presentation."

His arm was a bit numb, but his body was making quick work of the Nero toxin; he could already move his wrist.

"I have to hand it to you, that was a damn good shot," Dante added.

Clara took an uneasy breath.

"I almost shot you."

Dante shrugged.

"I'm more worried about my coat. That bastard tore holes in it."

Clara shook her head. She glanced around the room in sympathy for the humans that were hurt.

"Were there any survivors besides me?"

"We need to leave," Dante mentioned instead. "I can't drive my motorcycle back to Red Grave with one arm, so we have to walk."

No. Clara was the only one.

She walked past Dante to the exit in regret. Fresh air would do her some good. The horrid scent was burning her eyes.

When Dante joined her outside, he was on a call with someone. Clara ignored it for the most part, but she could hear the annoyance in his voice. When he hung up, he groaned.

"I swear she thinks I'm made of money."

"Women trouble?" Clara asked.

Dante snorted.

"Partner trouble. But don't worry, babe, she'll take care of the mess."

Did he mean the bodies? It made sense she reckoned. Dante was a Devil Hunter. Someone had to clean up the mess, or else people would learn about their existence.

It's not like it would matter, Clara thought.

Devils were ferocious creatures that sometimes blended well into large and small populations. Humans were no match for them; Dante was the only person who seemed to know how to handle them. Was he even human?

Clara looked down at her injured arms and took an uneasy breath. The cuts didn't need stitches, but they were deep enough to draw blood. Her skin was stained with it.

"I can't return to the shelter like this. I'll be reported."

Taking something from his pocket, he handed it to Clara. She raised a brow in question, holding a green orb with a face on it.

“It’s a stone that consists of the crystallized fluids of demons. Just hold it in your hand and by the time we return to Red Grave it will have revitalized you a little,” Dante explained.

Clara wasn’t sure about it, but she held it tight. Strangely, within minutes, the orb began to feel warm against her palm. Who knew devils were used in such a way. It was both intriguing and disgusting.

"It's not safe at the shelter for you anymore," Dante claimed. He opted not to ask about the twins the devil mentioned. "It'll be safe at my shop until we can figure out somewhere to put you."

"Lead the way," Clara uttered.

She turned her back to the slaughterhouse and walked with Dante to the main road. It was a long journey to Red Grave – Dante kept her curious mind from wandering back to the incident by talking about his past run-ins with devils – and by the time they made it to 66 Slum Avenue, it was late.

At the end of the road, Clara saw a shop that she had never heard of. A neon sign that read "Devil May Cry" hung above the door. How strange.

"Do people hire you to kill devils?" She asked.

"Certain clients do," Dante answered.

The ones who knew, Clara reckoned.

Walking through the front door, she looked around. It was a bit of a mess. The walls were made of plaster and on them were weird skulls and trophies that Clara thought were odd. An antique jukebox sat in the corner near a couch, and in the middle of the room was a billiard table with snooker cues.

"Mi casa es su casa," Dante offered as he kicked a wad of paper across the floor. "But don't mind the clutter. Patty is mad at me, so she hasn't come by in a few days."

Patty? Was she his housekeeper? Or perhaps she was his girlfriend.

Clara rested on the couch and watched as Dante walked over to an elevated platform with a desk on it and sat his weapons down.

"Are you sure it's safe here?" Clara asked.

Dante hummed.

"Trust me, babe. Nothing is going to come in here while I'm around."

Had he been a hunter long? His confidence suggested that he had a reputation and Lambert spoke like he was scared of Dante. In a way, Clara felt safer in his company, but she also knew that she couldn't stay forever with him.

"I don't know what to do. I have no one and the shelter isn't safe for me anymore," she mentioned.

Tears blurred her eyes.

"What is it about me? I've been haunted by devils since I was a kid, and I have no clue what they want from me."

"It's hard to say without looking into it," Dante mentioned as he leaned against his desk. "But devils have all sorts of reasons for tormenting humans."

But why? What reason did they have for stalking Clara?

"Don't stress so much about it tonight, babe. You're under my watch and once we get some sleep, we'll decide what to do next," Dante added.

Clara shook her head in agreement.

"Are you OK with me crashing here? I can sleep on the couch.”

"You can have the bed. It's up the stairs and down the hall," Dante mentioned, pointing towards them.

He removed his coat and walked toward a door near the desk.

"I'll be turning in as soon as I shower, so don't wait up."

Clara smiled. He seemed to be a generous man. She wondered why Enzo warned her to stay away from him.

"Dante?"

He raised a brow with the doorknob in his hand.

"Thank you," Clara uttered.

"Don't mention it, babe," the said man replied with a grin.

It was strange to hear someone thank it, but not unwanted.

Once Dante was gone from the room, Clara took an uneasy breath and stood. Her stomach was in knots with worry, but he was right, she'd worry about her situation in the morning. She remembered the stone Dante gave her and opened her hand; the color was dull as if she stole the magic from it, but her wounds were no longer bleeding or deep. They almost looked like minor scratches now. Was that meant to happen?

Before she ascended the stairs, Clara sat the stone on Dante’s desk. The sound of the shower put her at ease as she walked down the hall to the bedroom, laying down. She too could use a shower, but that could wait until she found somewhere secure to stay. As she curled up beneath the covers, the familiar scent of the Devil Hunter lulled her to sleep.

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