When Worlds Come Crashing Together {Devil May Cry Fanfic~} #2

Part 9

[Part 9]

“You have got to be kidding me. YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME.” The familiar voice entered my consciousness, and I stirred slightly, feeling as if I had just woken up from month’s worth of coma. My head was heavy and throbbing in pain, as did the rest of my body. As if I hadn’t been moving for the past few years, aches and cricks tried to stop me from stirring, but it was a natural movement.

“Look at him. He’s waking up.” The voice pointed out blandly, and my slow mind took a long time to connect a name to that voice.

“Daniel?” My voice was hoarse, and the attempt to speak properly only told me exactly how parched my throat and lips were, and how thirsty I was.

“He’s not awake yet, bro. Congratulations, you’re the first.” The voice was much closer this time, so I guessed the guy was squatting or kneeling down by my side to get a closer look at me. A shadow blocked light from the cover of my eyelids, confirming the presence of someone above me.

Slowly, I let my heavy eyelids open, trusting the person to block the sunlight away from my eyes.

I saw the clear aquamarine blue eyes, colored with curiosity, boredom and a little bit of resignation.

“Dante?” My second word was no less hoarse than my first, but at least he understood me perfectly.

“Bingo. Now will you tell me exactly what happened and why you’re here instead of the other side of the closed portal, getting beaten up like pulp?” Dante demanded, tapping the side of my head rudely, as if I were a failed science experiment.

“Let him collect his wits, Dante. We can’t be lying around here, waiting for them to wake up one by one. Bring them back to the office, and then we talk.” Vergil instructed sternly, and I watched through barely cracked open lids as Dante shrugged.

“You can walk?” He asked, pulling me up –surprisingly gently.

“I can try.” I replied, taking his help and support, finding my feet beneath me. Surprisingly, my aching body still held me upright, so Dante left me to do other things. Other things like… I turned around to see him picking my brother up and slinging him over his broad shoulder.

“Oh God.” I couldn’t help but say, watching as Vergil gently juggled Trish in one hand, Marcy in his other. All of them were unconscious as hell. All of them were here.

“What happened? Where is this?”

The lights in my head clicked, but I still dreaded the sure answer that I knew Vergil would no doubt give.

“Welcome back to Devil May Cry, Damon.”

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“Dante and I made it through easier. Demonic blood makes the portal travelling easier to deal with. A little bit of disorientation, and we’re otherwise fine. We were leaving, trusting the portal to close on its own. But you guys came crashing through, right before the portal closed. You were holding your sister by the hand, Trish held your ankle, and Daniel was hugging half of Trish’s waist. It’s easy to how you guys pulled each other through the portal.” Vergil explained as he walked out from the back, with wet towels in his hand.

Dante was back in his favorite chair behind the desk, with his legs propped on the desk. He looked disinterested in the situation, but he wasn’t sleeping, so I guessed he was stuck somewhere in the middle. The return to Devil May Cry had been uninterrupted, and the office had been blessedly unlocked and empty. Of course, no one would ever think of robbing someone as poor as Dante, so it made sense that the office was unlocked anyway.