Sempiternal (Devil may Cry Book 3)

Plan B

I did not dream. I was fully aware that I was unconscious; I felt like I was floating in a dark abyss, no feelings, no sounds. Nothing.

But, no matter what I did, I couldn't open my eyes. I felt so tired. I wanted to go to sleep. It would be so easy, just to slip off into a blissful sleep. But something inside of my mind kept me awake.

I couldn't move; I was paralyzed. I just floated there. I called out, "Hello?" But my words echoed around in the darkness. Nobody answered. Nobody was there to hear me.

I sighed, searching my brain for something, something that would explain where I was. I recalled memories; of my first bike ride without training wheels at five years old. My surgery when I was six. My first deer in Deer Season when I was twelve. When I got my driver's license at sixteen. But nothing gave me a hint on how I got here.

But, more recent memories seemed to flood my mind. I recalled when I first found Vergil in that alley. When I learned that Jasmine had been Nephilim. The day Jesse bit me and turned me into a Vampire. Training sessions from Kyle. The death of Mundus, and the death of his son Tobias. And then the most important memory hit me 

Out confrontation with Reggie.

I remembered him coming into the clearing in the national park, surrounded by his bodyguards. I remembered Reggie killing his own daughter. I remembered Jesse getting decapitated, Vergil getting shot, and the stake that pierced my heart.

I was staked.

That was it! That was how I got in the abyss! Was this a type of coma? It certainly wasn't pleasant. But getting out seemed impossible when I had no idea how.

I went back to my memories, thinking that if I concentrated on the details, I may find a hint on how to wake up.

I remembered the scenery; A dark night Illuminated by only the half moon, and Reggie's convoy's headlights blinding me. I remembered how sinister Reggie and his bodyguards looked, the light shining at their backs.

I felt a shudder pass through me as my skin broke out in goose bumps. I was feeling rather cold.

That night had been cold too. The chilly breeze had enveloped us with its long, icy fingers. I trembled again.

But no cold could compare to the ice in Reggie's heart as he murdered Sunshine. His own daughter. She was terrified, abducted, and just begging for her father to save her. Her salvation turned out to be her undoing. I remembered the dull thump her body made as it hit the floor.

A ravaging hunger took hold of me as I recalled the drops of blood that ran down her pale neck as she lay in front of us. The crimson liquid gleamed in the moonlight. I was so thirsty...

But thirst didn't compare to the misery I experienced as that stake passed through my heart. I remember feeling like my whole body was on fire, igniting from the very core of my soul. My body seized, and I crumpled.

In a split second, my body was filled with bitter agony as I floated there in the darkness. I cried out to the sinister abyss as pain spread through my veins like a poison. Was I dying?

I grimaced as I heard a noise. It was distant at first, but as it drew closer, I realized it was a voice! Although, I could only hear bits of the echoes.

"... wake up...... plan B..... regroup...... call me."

It sounded so familiar... but I couldn't place it. I focused on the sound, but another one took its place. This one sounded closer and clearer.

"Get the blood bags. We're gonna need them. She'll wake up soon."

That voice... I remembered it! Dante! Finally, I could hear something, someone, other than myself. I felt the warmth of a hand on the side of my face, and a sweet liquid filled my mouth. My eyelids felt heavy, but I peeled them open. At first all I saw was a blinding light. But then a face appeared in my vision. A very familiar face.

Vergil.

I swallowed the liquid and smiled up at him. He smiled back and heaved a great sigh, "Oh... thank God she's awake!"

I swallowed again with a parched throat before looking over at Dante, who sat to my right with a blood bag in his hand.

"What... 'appened...?" I croaked.

Vergil sat down with a foam coffee cup, taking a sip "You were staked two days ago. We were afraid you wouldn't wake up."

I struggled to sit up, but Dante forced me back down, "You're too weak. Just drink this."

The blood in the blood bag tasted like it came from God's very veins. I was so thirsty, my throat was sore with how dry it was. My hands were shaky and my visuon was blurry. I was definitely in rough shape.

I drained the first bag, easily downing the next. Dante was just handing me the third one when Vergil interjected with concern that I was drinking them too fast.

"Look, I understand that you're starving, but you're going to make yourself sick. Try to pace yourself."

This time, I sat up without problem. I leaned against the back of the couch, trying to stop the world from spinning. I met Vergil's blue eyes with mine.

"What do we do now...?"

He looked away, "We kill Reggie. But that's easier said than done."

I clenched my jaw, rubbing my chest, "This is all my fault. If I would have just listened and not run off, we wouldn't be in this mess. Reggie would be mortal ans we would be safe."

"Stop. Don't blame yourself. This isn't your fault. Reggie's just a jerk."

Dante cleared his throat matter-of-factly, "I have an Idea. It's suicidal, but it might work."

We gave Dante our undivided attention. Though I was worried about any ideas coming from Dante's head.

"Okay, hear me out." He put his hands up, "Nuclear missiles. Mini ones. And we drop them on the building, ya know? Just..." he animated it with his hands. "Poof."

My IQ dropped several points upon hearing him speak.

Vergil let out an exasperated sigh, "And this is why I went to college, and not you."

Dante glared at him, "Oh come on. You can't say that wouldn't work. Everything dies in explosions of death and.... radiation."

I exchanged a glance with Vergil.

"How about we just.... cut the power and infiltrate while we have the upper hand? We can take them out one at a time, and make our way to Reggie."

Vergil agreed with me. "That will probably be the route we take. As long as we keep Reggie from opening the Hell Gate, we should be okay."

"So that's the plan then?"

Vergil nodded, "Yes, but you need to recover. You're in no shape to go to war."

I giggled and agreed with him taking the blood bag from Dante.

Dante scowled, "I still think my idea was better."

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Ugh.
It has been so long since I've updated, my story is growing a beard.

Excuse? There shouldn't be one. But here's my feeble attempt:
Ahem.
"College forces you to do a lot to prepare, especially if it means you must do 10 x the work to remain 3rd place in your high school class."

Good? Bah, never mind.
I'm getting Devil may Cry: the Definitive Edition soon, so I can play as my love Vergil as he battles his way through hell. So it spurred me to write more.

Thank you to those who have stuck with me all the way through. Sorry I keep making you re-read my story!

Enjoy!