Devil May Cry - No Longer Human

11 - Some Strong Water

DMC-11

"Urgh..." Dante groaned as he felt his energy leave his body and flow towards the object he was clutching. There was fortunately no pain that came with such matter which had made it bearable with the current predicament to the feeling of his energy. He could have definitely simply dropped it and stop the flow of energy from leaving. However, it was as if it was stuck to his hand. Even if he attempted to let go, the sphere never dropped and stayed attached like a leech.

There was also the matter that if he somehow did remove it way from him, it looked to be fragile enough to crack upon a single impact. Such situation wasn't something he desired since the object was  placed on the pedestal as if it was something useful in this dinky overpopulated demon tower.

Regardless, it was consuming too much of his energy, and he couldn't have that. Before he could at least try to minimise the amount of energy being absorbed, a familiar laugh that caused his ire arrived at his current situation.

"This is amazing! Even the devil boy is no match for it!" As the Jester like demon came closer, he pulled at the scruff of his neck before pushing the barrel of his gun at the demon's largely pointy nose. The action caused the demon to backtrack with his laughter, although the large smile was still plastered on his face. "You're not gonna shoot me, are you? If you do, I'll die, you know."

It was amazing itself he could actually hold the demon still with his grip even when he felt himself not actually having the strength to make a proper hold on the demon. "If that's what it takes to shut you up. It bugs the crap out of me when someone talks more than I do."

The demon getting the point of it not being a laughing matter sweated while reassuring the Devil Hunter of the to his arrival. "Don't act so rashly, my boy. I've got a doozy of a story for you, but if you sniff out my voice like that, I won't be able to tell it, now will I?" Dante clicked his teeth before pushing the demon away from him. The Jester sighed in relief before rubbing the slight dirt that touched his clothes. "I thought I was a gonna for sure." He began to laugh while twirling his staff before noticing the teen look at him menacingly, "Oops." The demon decided to not actually test his luck and used the opportunity to explain the object at hand. "You saw it too, didn't you? That huge tower jutting out of the ground? That thick shaft that causes women to shudder—is actually a tunnel - - linking the demonic domain to the human world. And of course, your brother, Vergil is the one who controls it by using your mommy's amulet."

That caused him to raised a tired brow at the demon. "Amulet?" His mother's amulet was related to this whole thing?

"He's headed to the control room in the basement." The demon began hopping while continuing speaking, "If you don't hop down there quick like a bunny, he'll open the gate to hell. Isn't that a scary thought?"

Dante couldn't figure the Jester demon's play at the reason of him giving the information willingly. "And you're telling me this because?"

Without answering his question, he covered his mouth for a second. "Oops, I forgot to mention one teeny wittle item." Pointing towards the object Dante was holding, "That gizmo there is actually the KEY to move forward. But the tricky thing is, it sucks the souls of those who hold it." Dante took those words at hand while now finding the explanation to why he was feeling tired abnormally than usual. His soul was being absorbed, "so I think you better hurry~" the demon began tiptoeing and start to laugh once more only causing Dante to point his gun at the demon once more only to realise the demon hangin upwards by a chain and metal handles. "But, in return for your soul, it'll give you power! Marvellous isn't it? Just let your young spirit drive you and go for it!" Laughing once again without holding back, the Jester spun around while the metal chains and handles pulled him further upwards.