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It seemed as if these deserted streets were always so quiet. The clouds were thickening, and a light breeze caused trembling in the body.
Shiver? In June?
Grinning, V stopped. His health is deteriorating every minute and this is the least of his troubles. If this continues, he simply won’t have time. It was not enough to fall when the goal was just a stone's throw away!
"It seems the path is clear, V." Griffon made a circle and landed on a telephone booth, a couple of meters from the next alley, "take a three-minute break and move on, you look paler than usual."
“Let’s go further…” the dark-haired man wanted to object, but a sudden pain in his legs made him stumble. Fortunately, he was not destined to fall - thanks to the cane and the suddenly flying bird.
"Damn you, V! Three minutes!"
Leaning his shoulder on the cool door of the booth, the guy exhaled noisily. The rustling of leaves and the quiet growl of the Shadow calmed, the eyelids filled with lead. How long has he been awake?
Weakness takes its toll, V's eyes close, allowing him to relax a little. One thought is replaced by another, the memory draws landscapes, images, and if the streets are filled with silence, the noise in the head does not subside for a second. Suddenly, amidst this chaos, the guy hears soft laughter. Quickly opening his eyes, V sharply turns around and peers into the empty houses and alleys.
No one.
"What's the matter?" Griffon grunts dissatisfied, following the owner’s gaze. But he ignored any questions. “Hey, V!”
The door of the telephone booth gives in under the pressure of the man's weakened fingers and opens with a barely audible creak. A small bell rings quietly, echoing in the middle of a deserted street. The coin falls into the slot with a clink, and his fingers quickly type in the numbers.
The beeps last forever for him.
"Hello?" sounds at the other end of the line and the guy’s heart starts beating faster. His lips spread into a gentle smile. Your laughter has always been a song for him, helping him to walk towards the light at the end of the darkest tunnel in his life. Your voice was the medicine for his crumbling body and broken soul. Was everything to him.
The world ceased to exist for him at that moment, leaving only this small telephone booth, whose peeling paint once again reminded him that nothing lasts forever. V exhales into the phone with relief, gently whispering your name. But he couldn’t squeeze out another word, and he had something to say. Your last meeting left a very big wound on your hearts, and your tear-stained face still flashes before his eyes.
To some extent, he was glad that everything turned out this way. “Everything that isn’t done is for the better,” right? The situation with Urizen helped V understand his mistakes, rethink his actions and decide for himself what would be the right thing to do. You…didn't share his opinion. You were angry. His life was much more important to you than the whole world. However…V left.
"V?" - you whisper in hope, but there is no answer. You sniffle quietly and exhale raggedly. “She’s crying,” the man thinks, closing his eyes with regret.
“Anger is a normal feeling,” you once said, “The main thing is to be able to forgive and remember that you are not alone. Now I am with you.”
Your words echo in his ears. Only now, in addition to warmth, the man felt something prickly and burning in his soul.
Guilt.
The Griffon taps his claws on the glass, reminding him of his presence. Time to go.
“Promise that you’ll come back to me, please…” you beg, pressing the phone harder to your cheek.
Long fingers squeeze the cane tighter, your gentle touches emerge in his memory. God, he would give anything for you to touch his cheeks with both hands one more time, to run your fingertips over them. He would give anything for this now…
"I promise." he blurts out in anger and immediately hangs up. He really wants to come back. To hold you close to him again, breathe in the alluring scent of your hair and reject the world that once rejected him.
The man's heart sank painfully. Not only from the realization that he will never feel your love again. He lied to you and it was destroying him, it seemed, much more than his curse.
The safety of the world, YOUR safety, depends on the outcome of this day.
The phone booth bell rang again, sobering V’s consciousness, cutting him off from the past. The cane hit the stone path with a dull thud, and a quiet growl was heard very close by. Shadow touched its owner's hand with its wet nose, lightly rubbed its muzzle against his palm, and then gently pushed its head into his back, urging him to move on. Your smiling face stood before V’s eyes so clearly that any doubts in his head immediately dissipated. Despite his illness, his steps became more confident. Now he is ready to go to the end.
His choice was made.
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Early October. To say that the weather is wonderful today is a blatant lie. Autumn has just begun, and endless rains are already terrorizing the city with might and main, washing away the streets and loudly knocking on the windows of houses.
Fortunately, the small office of “Devil May Cry” was cozy. There is heat, there is light, there is water, hot pizza is served to the table - and Dante doesn’t need anything more to be happy.
Opening the next box, the hunter broke into a blissful smile. The hunter’s nose was filled with the delicious aroma of cheese, and the golden brown crust beckoned…
At this time, a real hurricane broke out outside the window. The rain began to drum with double force, convincing with all its appearance that staying at home in your bed was the best idea that could ever come to mind.
The sound of rain reminded Dante of uninvited guests. They come without an invitation, knocking, wanting to enter. They get angry - lightning flashes in the sky, everything calms down. And then it starts again from the beginning, and so on in a circle.
As soon as the man relaxed, a bell rang and the door to the building opened, letting the cold inside. The sound of the rain became louder, and the room was instantly filled with the smell of dampness and gasoline.
"You could put your office in a better place than on the over side of the sity, you know?"
"You ruined my date, you know?" Dante answered with a smile, pointing to a box of fast food.
"Oooh, I'm sorry!” Morrison said seriously, “In fact, I came to inspect the building as its future owner.”
Noticing the surprise in Dante's eyes, the guest explained: “Just in case. You yourself asked.”
“Go ahead,” the son of Sparda casually waved his hand, “you still won’t find anything interesting.”
"I’ll try." information broker muttered quietly, climbing the stairs to the second floor.
As soon as the footsteps above died down, a playful smile touched Dante's lips.
"Well, shall we continue?" he whispered, taking out a piece of slightly cooled pizza. Even though such a long-awaited romantic meeting was ruined for them, nothing can stop true feelings.
But…
The bell rang again. In truth, today, Friday evening, Dante was ready to curse this damn bell and everyone who comes through these damn doors.
Looking at the visitor, the hunter raised an eyebrow in surprise. A young girl stood in front of him. The gray coat barely covered her knees, dressed in black nylon, and the stranger’s face was hidden by the hood.
The guest lightly shook off the wet umbrella and reached for her headdress.
"Are you Dante? " you asked, approaching the table. The man sighed heavily and put down the pizza, which had long cooled down.
"It depends on who asks."
After introducing yourself, you hand Dante a small stack of papers.
"I would like to offer you one thing."
The son of Sparda quickly skimmed the text and then closed his eyes tiredly.
"Sorry, baby, but I don’t take on family dramas. I have enough of my own."
"But… you are a demon hunter!" you exclaim, removing a strand of hair that stuck to your face. "Isn't this your job?"
“As I said…” Dante stopped mid-sentence. The lights in the entire building suddenly went out, and the radio went silent with a click.
Footsteps were heard again from the second floor.
"Damn you, Dante!" Morrison shouted. "Are you not paying your bills again?!"
"You are the future owner! But there hasn’t been normal work for a long time, and whose fault is it?" the gray-haired man shouted back.
Gradually your eyes got used to the darkness and, finally, you were again able to see the owner of the office in front of you. He sat with his head bowed and seemed to be thinking about something. He hesitates. It only took you a couple of seconds to realize that this was your chance.
“What a pity,” you drawl playfully, carefully sitting down on the edge of the table, “but if you helped me, I would pay generously. What should you do…"
The guest slowly pushed the papers right under Dante's nose, waiting for a reaction. There was a quiet chuckle, the man took a deep breath and raised his head. The darkness still shrouded his silhouette, but you saw one thing very clearly. Sparks in his eyes.
“Stubborn,” he grins, getting up from his chair. The man rests his hands on the table and, leaning forward, looks you straight in the eyes "we agreed."
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