Devil May Cry: Revolution

Chapter 16

There was a long moment of silence before anyone said anything more about the situation.
" I guess the cats outta the bag... " Summit muttered quietly.

" Huh, no you think? " Memphis growled, his icy glare fixated on the ground beside him. This was the last secret he'd wanted to get out especially around these half breeds. He grit his teeth with a low deep growl, pressing down on his jaw so hard his gums began to bleed. In an effort to comfort his sibling Crasious put a hand on his shoulder with a slight sigh.

" It was bound to get out eventually Memphis... " He stated in a low tone.

" It was never supposed to get out in the first place... " Memphis growled in return. He was about to say something more but as soon as he opened his mouth Vergil suddenly spoke up.

" What exactly was the point in you bringing him here Memphis...? It's quite obvious that you aren't capable of fighting at his level and yet you still brought him here. Where's the sense in it? " He lectured with the same emotionless expression he usually gave his brother.

" You think I can't fight on par with him half breed...? "

" I know you can't. Why else would you be in this condition? " Before anyone else could retort against either the king or Vergil Jesileth cut in.

" I grow tired of your voices, now... " He strode towards his sons and the half devil's again with an eerily confident stride. " I believe it's about time I killed you... " With that said Jesileth planted his foot in Crasious' gut sending him flying backwards into Dante and Summit taking the three of them to the ground. Then just before Memphis could retaliate he wrapped his hand around his throat again and slammed him into the ground. " My dear boy, young Vergil is right. You have, no... Hope... Of beating me... " Jesileth stopped and leaned in a little closer to his irate son before he finished. " Ever... " To finish his words Jesileth produced a black metal blade from his right forearm and ploughed it right into the king's stomach, twisting the blade in all directions before he thrust it up into his chest evoking a lung bursting agonized scream from the kings mouth. Jesileth's eyes smiled wickedly with the sound as his sons black blood spilled forth staining the ground with its rich black colour while he rose pulling Memphis into the air with the blade stuck in his body.

" Let him go! " Fin hissed pointing his sword to the back of Jesileth's head. The renegade demon only turned his head to face the bat demon.

" And, if I don't? " He mocked twisting the blade yet again making Memphis cry out even louder as the black blade ripped through his flesh, digging deeper into the meat of his torso. Fin growled making his eyes glow blood red again but just before he could even speak Vergil cut in yet again.

" You know it's men like you that make me wonder how the rest of us manage to stay so sane with this much instability in both worlds... " There was a hint of mockery in his tone as he slowly paced towards the scene. Jesileth just sighed irritated with the constant interruptions and spoke without so much as turning his head to acknowledge Vergil was even there.

" Perhaps that sanity you speak of is only a veil meant to protect you from what the true worlds are really like... "

" Perhaps... But I doubt it... " Vergil slowly edged even closer, his eyes completely fixed on Jesileth as he quietly readied Yamato in his hand. Again Jesileth sighed growing even more impatient with the situation.

" And why do you say that hmm? "

" Because you can't protect someone from hell if they've experienced it before... " Vergil was practically on top of him now. He brought Yamato up ready to strike as Jesileth slowly turned his head to face him.