Suddenly, a shiny object flies
through the air, aimed for the Assault Leader second from the woman’s
right. The large demon notices the sword
after it had bored through its body. The
Assault Leader crumbles to dust. The
rest of the demons look towards a dark alley a few yards away that was the
sword’s point of origin. The woman looks
as well.
“Now c’mon, I know you can do
better than this,” a voice pipes up from the dark alley. Heavy footsteps approach from the
darkness. They belong to the man who
emerges from the alley. The demons are
taken aback by the man’s appearance. An
appearance that is all too familiar to them.
Wearing a lengthy red trench coat and carrying a massive sword that is
as long as he is tall, Dante stands under the street light wearing a his
trademark charismatic grin. The light
upon him casts an almost angelic glow, reflecting off his silver hair with a
radiant shine.
“I take it you’re done with your
mission,” the blonde woman said to Dante casually.
“Yep, just came to check on
you. Looks like you’re having a bit of
trouble with these guys. That’s not like
you, Trish,” said Dante.
“I was doing just fine, thank
you,” said the blonde woman named Trish.
“Oh yeah, I see how well you’re
doing. You got everything well in hand,”
Dante retorted with his usual banter.
Trish, being his partner, has
gotten used to Dante’s sarcasm.
Furthermore, she’s probably the only other person who can dish it back
at him. “Look, are you here to help out
or just hear yourself talk?” she shot at him.
Just like she’s able to read him,
Dante knows just how to push Trish’s buttons and which ones to push. “I brought that didn’t I?” he says.
Trish looks at the sword Dante
tossed. It is a massive, nightmarish
blade that pulsated with demonic power.
The sword’s size nearly dwarfed Dante’s blade. Unlike Rebellion, Dante’s sword, which is
double edged, this sword, Sword of Sparda, has a single edge that ran the weapon’s
length down to its hilt. Trish is tall
herself but the Sword of Sparda’s hilt was still a bit above her head though it
is jammed into the ground. One would
expect someone of great strength to wield the blade, but Trish plucks from the
ground like a feather.
“Hey, you’re gonna need these,
too,” Dante called to Trish. He removes
a pair of sunglasses from his coat pocket and, with a sharp flick of the wrist,
tosses them to Trish, who plucks them out of the air and slides them on.
“Now that’s better,” Trish says
with satisfaction. What she was cursing
herself for leaving behind was her sunglasses.
True, the Sword of Sparda helps, but her true fighting abilities come
forth when she dons her shades. With
them on, her enemies can’t predict her movements by looking at her eyes. Plus, they make her look good. “Now if I can hurry this up I just might be
able to squeeze in getting my hair washed,” Trish said, returning her attention
to the demons around her.
“You mean that place you usually
go to,” Dante says having eavesdropped on Trish. “I don’t think that’s gonna happen. They’re closed.”
“They close at ten,” Trish said
back.
“It’s about that right now,”
Dante tells her. “Looks like you’re
gonna have to wash your hair yourself.
Plus you might want to go for another trim to straighten it out.” Trish asks him what he meant. “Looks like someone nicked it a little,
bottom right,” said Dante.
Trish reaches for her golden
locks where Dante told her the damage was.
There is a space where a few strands are missing. Looking across the demons she spots the
culprit. Hanging from the claws of an
Assault to the right were a few strands of Trish’s golden mane. Trish maybe a demon created by the former
Ruler of the Underworld, but she still has human qualities. Like any average woman, she likes to pamper
herself when she’s not hunting demons, especially when it comes to her
hair. Only two people are allowed to
touch her hair—her hair dresser and herself.
“You cut my hair. Only Alejandro
is allowed to cut my hair,” Trish said, emphasizing each word. She flips her severed locks back and aims the
Sword of Sparda at the Assault who gave her the unwanted trim. “I’m saving you for last,” Trish says,
looking sharply at the lizard demon.
“Those guys are toast,” Dante
says as he eases himself on the steps of the house next to him, propping his
sword by his side.
The four large Assaults, the two
smaller ones and the remaining dozen lesser demons have Trish surrounded on all
sides, leaving her with no chance of escape.
However, that doesn’t matter. The
blonde haired devil hunter isn’t planning on running away. She intends to eliminate each one. The demons plan to do the same and then
destroy Dante for defeating their master Mundus.
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