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

Part 21

[Part 21]

(The man who wasn’t there)

He wakes up for the thousandth, millionth day alone in the dark. He has long forgotten light and brightness, fresh air or even anything. He knew no more of the outside world than a caveman, and he didn’t even bother to stir even as he woke up. He didn’t even know why he bothered sleeping or waking up anymore. None of these held any significance to him.

Nothing held anything for him in this dark, damp and depressing cell. No one had come to visit him for a long time, and he realized he could not quantify ‘long time’ anymore. None of the ticking of seconds mattered to him anymore. He knew he had fallen into deep slumber –this time at least a few months –but it didn’t matter to him. This cell was timeless, placeless, and he was just another stone here, just another brick in the wall.

He shifted to a more comfortable position as opposed to just sprawling face forwards all out on the floor, twisting to lie on his back. That movement squashed his appendages jutting from his back, so he willed them to wrap around him like a cape, keeping him warm in their strange human-scale-material. He had come to loathe this form of his; this form that was his true form of a demon. A combination of both made a gorgeous exterior –a man of superb beauty coupled with devilish wings that strangely resembled the strong wings of an angel.

This. This was the exterior he loved because it was the appearance he showed to his love, and she did not fear him for it. Instead, she loved him for his weaknesses and his strength, and he loved her back for that.

But there was nothing called an eternity of happiness. Immortal as he was, he was separated from her and her family, thrown here and left here for God-knew-how-long. This, now, was his eternity. His eternity that would be spent here, until someone put a sword through this painfully beating heart of his and beheaded him.

He was about to fall back into deep slumber, wanting to just shut off from the world, but the first foreign sounds came to his ears. He didn’t move, for he didn’t feel like entertaining his captor by acknowledging the presence, but strangely enough, he felt more than a few presences approaching his cell. This had not been done before. Was something going to happen finally?

He waited, keeping eyes closed and heart opened to hope. That hope; it had been shut carefully tight in his chest for the right moment. And the right moment was now- or so he wished.

Footsteps; distinct footsteps made towards his cell and he held on to hope that someone –something –would somehow save him from this mess. He hoped he could return to his wife. That was all. That was all he wished and wanted.

“Here you are. Stay here, and do not go too far. Just that door through; will you find your dreams come true.” He heard a rhyming voice, an ordering and commanding voice all in one. He recognized this rhyming bastard. He had been forced there when this rhyming demon had been given a job. A job –that was to hunt down his family, and their respective families.

“Look here, I don’t trust you more than my brother does, and you know after your stunt with the portal and sending me straight to Lucifer, he doesn’t trust you anymore. So if you think I’m going to waltz in there and let you lock the door behind me, laughing, you’ve got things really wrong, buddy.” He hears a voice, a voice of such familiarity that he couldn’t help but gasp.

It couldn’t be…

“Just go and don’t be an idiot. That motherfucking bastard is the one with the sword pointing at you.” Another voice came, and he squirmed internally. That voice, the contempt, and sarcasm in that voice was so familiar, so surprisingly soothing to him.