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

Part 18

[Part 18]

“I don’t care, Damon! I’m going and that’s that! I was sucked here too; I want to help! I learnt from Vergil not for show, brother! I can protect myself!” Marcy yelled, jumping to her feet to express her feelings better.

I stayed seated, feeling calm, but pushing back slow anger that threatened to bubble up. Marcy was being childish here, wanting to be in the action and be in danger. Much as I knew she was all grown up, I wasn’t going to let her to come to hell with us.

“You are not coming along, and that’s final. You can protect yourself; fine. But you being there will change my mindset, and I’ll be over in my head trying to make sure you’re safe.” I reasoned with her with my negotiating tone, and for a moment, it felt like I was a businessman all over again, not the Damon who was sucked into everything headfirst without prior warning.

“But I can protect myself! You don’t have to worry about protecting me! Why can’t you see that I’m old enough? I’m your age when you came here the first time, and look how well you’ve survived!” Marcy protested, still on a rage, standing before her, arms and legs crossed.

“I had prior training in martial arts and dirty fighting, Marcy. What do you have? Barbie dolls and Dante figurines? Even if you had Sparda’s full power right now, the fact of you being around, you being potentially attacked by demons and such are going to distract me. And I need my full concentration down in Hell if I’m going to face Lucifer, or even potentially Mundus.”

“But you don’t have to worry! I can cover my own ass, why can’t you just see? Why are you so god-damned determined to make me a porcelain doll that breaks every time I fall?” Marcy demanded fiercely, trying to wrench out a final agreement from me.

My anger threatened to rise again, but I pushed it down yet again, wrestling it beneath the surface, while I crossed my arms and laid back in a forced-relaxed posture.

“I can see that you can protect yourself, Marcy. Why else do I let you go train with Vergil with no questions asked? I want you to protect yourself. But that’s not going to change the fact that I will still be worried about you when we get down there.” I explained clearly.

That must have somehow lighted Marcy’s fuse, because she suddenly pulled her power in, and reached it to me. With the skills of a deft devil, she formed and invisible hand beneath my throat, and pulled me out of my seat, trying to choke me midair.

“THEN HOW AM I GOING TO PROVE ANYTHING TO YOU LIKE THAT? I DON’T NEED PROTECTION!” Marcy began to rage as everyone jumped to their feet at the sudden power play, instincts sharpened to react to such danger.

I waited to see exactly how long Marcy could keep her anger up, before she realized she was trying to choke her brother to death, and time passed while Daniel begged our adamant sister to let me go. I could free myself easily, but how far was Marcy going to go with this?

It was long. It was so long that I wondered if I was truly going to die of asphyxiation. It was so long that I got dizzy and was about to faint. It was so long that it made a wound deep in my heart. To prove a point, Marcy would have me killed. My very own sister. My very own sister whom I loved and cared for all my life. Grown up; she was, and she had forgotten the many times I took blows for her from our father. I was no longer looking for repayment. I was looking for just a little love through the anger.

My sister totally ignored our idiot brother, and even Dante stepped forward to try to convince her out of it. Still, she stayed adamant, glaring into my eyes.

Then, when my eyelids began to shut, Vergil finally acted. He stepped forwards in one graceful movement, and grabbed Marcy’s outstretched hand. His power flared, and I felt him pushing Marcy’s power away with no problem. Freed from Marcy’s grasp, I fell limp to the floor like a rag doll.