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

Part 24

[Part 24]

The lengths of my shock till this day, cannot be expressed fully when I saw my family members back in the hall.

Lucifer sat on his throne, waiting patiently and with his conniving, victorious smile. There was no need for trickery this time around. No need for words.

One look and my heart shattered to pieces.

We had lost.

Daniel and Vergil refused to meet my eyes. Dante continued cursing as if it would help with the shackles on his wrists, suspending above ground. Trish cried out my name, asking me to run, while Marcy apologized profusely. Sparda was the one who merely kept quiet, watching as I take each step forwards with hesitation.

This was an illusion… it had to be…

Or so I thought.

“You’ve lost, Damon Kries. Winner of Round Two with Demon Princes of Hell goes to me.”

“How do I know whether this is all an illusion?”

“Good question.” Lucifer complimented, and then sent a sharp slice of power through Trish’s chains. She began to fall, but not before I was there to catch her in my arms. I felt her weight, solid and firm in my arms.

They were all real.

“I’m so sorry, Damon! It was as if he was playing with us all along… The moment you left, he just took out everyone. It was so fast! I couldn’t stop him from taking Marcy…” Trish cried as I broke off the chains on her wrist, holding her close. At least I had Trish with me. I had Yamato and the amulets. I could…

“Now you know they’re all real, Damon. I find I have wasted too much time and effort on you. Make your choice. You stay here, or your family dies –one by one, right before your eyes.”

“Why me?” I asked, moving the both of us back so that I could keep sight of my family members dangling above ground while watching Lucifer carefully. Behind my back, my hands were obviously moving…

“Easy. Everyone knows the failure of Leviathan and Mammon weren’t attributed solely on Dante’s head. ‘It was Damon Kries, the other half to Vergil Sparda, that traitor’s son!’ Leviathan kept on protesting to Mundus. Mammon backed it all up. It is safe to say that you are infamous in the court of Hell. Your feat –a mere human defeating two demon princes –spawned a thousand deference from our demons, demons like Trickster. We knew we had to end this rebellion from our servitude. The best way, Mundus wagered, was to take you and destroy you. But I have other plans, and Mundus loved it. I’m not his favorite Prince for nothing. Like I said, I will break you, and make you mine. I will parade you in front of the court of Hell, and you will serve as an example of someone who has defied us.”

“You can never break my brother! Damon will never yield to you!” Marcy yelled, and though I appreciated her faith in me, I wished she would stop attracting attention to herself.

“A childish thought, my dear girl. Every man, every demon, every being as a breaking point. I will break your brother, and you cannot do anything about it. So shut up, be a nice hostage and let your brother choose your life over his.”

“Damon... Don’t do it.” Trish begged, holding on to my arm as if I would leave her anytime soon.

I wished, in that single moment, that someone would do something to rid me from this situation. Maybe I shouldn’t have agreed to come to Hell at all. Maybe I shouldn’t have tried to help Eva and Trickster out. They weren’t the main focus for this mission at all. I had thought Trickster’s mission was to wipe out all sons of Sparda.