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

Part 17

[Part 17]

He stepped out into a new town, looking around at the dark street. The lamps weren’t turned on –they looked like they had never been turned on for years. The stench of demons filled the place and he wrinkled his nose. This time, he was wearing another appearance –a sturdy, slightly tall man with perfect build. He wore a long white overcoat and had the hood pulled up. At his side strapped his dagger –his weapon that could be anything at all.

He turned to the only source of light in this street. The café was open, but barely. He could see that this café once used to be frequented by many. Now? There were just too many demons for anyone to walk out in the street without getting maimed.

Through the dirty window, however, he could see the figure of two women clearly. Both of them were hunched over their shared table, but one of them had threaded her hand through her hair with great frustration. Her free hand rested over her abdomen, as if she felt some discomfort there.

The other woman had short black hair, and a short, relaxed tank top that ended up in a cute bow just above her belly button, showing off smooth, white skin until where her comfortable khaki pants started. She herself had a worried expression on her face, through it was for her friend that she was worried out.

He watched them a little while longer, as some tears made their way down the blonde-haired girl.

Through the window, he heard their soft conversation –a conversation meant to be just a quiet whisper to passersby. Yet, with his heightened hearing, and the fact he had tuned it specifically to them, he heard them quite alright.

“When are you going to tell him?” Brunette asked the Blonde with a crease of a frown on her forehead. Blonde shook her head, wiping the tears from her face with a laugh that sounded entirely humorless.

“I didn’t even plan to tell him anything until… I don’t know! I didn’t even plan to tell him at all! This was never part of any plan!” Blondie went a little crazy, and she buried her face in her hand, sobbing quietly. Brunette went to sit beside her, putting Blondie’s head to her shoulder, letting her cry on her shoulder.

“Shh… we’ll figure something out.” Brunette consoled her friend, and outside, he sighed. He did not want to make things hard for her and her friend. Demon as he was, he still had a soul. The soul of the cleverest of con artists, soul of the best trickery, but still a soul nevertheless.

“I don’t even know what’s wrong with me… I should tell him now… But I… I just couldn’t tell him. He was so focused on getting us out! I know he’s going to be alright with it… but I just…” Blondie continued as he began to make towards the café.

He had things to tell the women, and though he was regretful that it was a horrible timing that he approached them, but he found no more time.

“You need to stop thinking about it, Trish. Damon is going to be ecstatic when he finds out. He will love you more than anything, for bringing such a joy in his life. You’re just freaking out because this is all too sudden for you.” Brunette patted her friend’s back, and he fought with his internal struggle, his footsteps stopping in his hesitation.

He had never thought himself a saint, but he had never fallen to the extent that he would disturb a crying and distraught woman. But this time –he tried to argue with his conscience –the situation called for it.

As he stood in the middle of the street, contemplating his next move and fighting with his internal struggle, he sensed a new presence close by. This presence was strong; powerful, even. Not as strong as Vergil and Damon, but definitely stronger than low-leveled demons.