Devil Trigger

Chapter 7: Your going Home

Third Person POV

August 6, 12:00am.

It was yet another calm and peaceful night in the city of Redgrave. The moon had risen high into the sky, casting its gentle glow and illuminating the darkness. A cold breeze wafted through the streets, creating a serene atmosphere. The city's inhabitants were nestled in their cozy beds, fast asleep, their minds immersed in the realm of dreams and imagination.

Meanwhile, inside a bustling club, a lively and vibrant party was in full swing. The air was filled with loud, head-banging music that reverberated through the venue. People could be seen dancing, engaging in conversations, and indulging in drinks. Among the crowd, several girls wearing revealing attire captivated the audience with their seductive pole dances.

At a bustling bar table, a young man with brown hair was thoroughly enjoying the festivities. Despite the deafening music assaulting his ears, he managed to overlook it for the time being. This boy's name was none other than Issei, and he had been through a long and very painful day.

Having proved himself worthy of wielding the powers of both Dante and Vergil, Issei had expected to return to his own universe. However, much to his annoyance, he found himself still trapped in the Sparda Brothers' world. Two whole months had passed since that fateful day, and Issei was seemingly stuck in this unfamiliar world.

Though it wasn't entirely a negative experience, as he had Dante, Vergil, Trish, Lady, Nico, as well as Deadweight and his obvious girlfriend taking care of him. Yet, at the same time, Issei couldn't shake off the feeling of being different.

He couldn't pinpoint the exact reason why. Perhaps it was the amalgamation of Dante and Vergil's powers within him. The fusion of their essences seemed to have altered his very being. To Issei, it felt like countless years had slipped by in the blink of an eye, eroding his memories of the world he once knew and the familiar faces he encountered every day.

His mother.

His father.

Matsuda.

Motohama.

Hell, he could barely remember Sona's face, and their relationship was strained at best. However, there wasn't much he could do about it in the present moment. The best course of action for Issei was to relax and await news from Vergil regarding the discovery of his own world.

Speaking of which, both Vergil and Dante had yet to hand over their weapons to Issei. He couldn't help but desire Dante's iconic guns; they looked incredibly cool and boasted unlimited ammunition. However, that was a complaint he would save for another time. For now, Issei decided to kick back and immerse himself in the enjoyment of the party.

As Issei reveled in the festivities, the atmosphere suddenly shifted. Everything around him turned a haunting shade of red, and the faces of those around him transformed into grotesque and horrifying visages. Despite this eerie sight, Issei chose not to intervene, knowing that it was all a figment of his imagination. He reassured himself that he was safe.

Yet, the illusions didn't end there. Issei also caught glimpses of demonic-looking creatures lurking amidst the crowd. Reacting quickly, he grabbed a bottle of whisky, consumed its contents in one swift motion, and hurled it at one of the demonic beings. To his dismay, the bottle had no effect, prompting a sigh of frustration to escape his lips.

Undeterred, Issei resumed his enjoyment of the party, finding a seat from which he could admire the captivating pole dance performed by the girls. However, his attention was diverted when he caught sight of words mysteriously appearing on the walls.