Devil May Cry: Revolution

Chapter 17

"Idiot! I said DODGE not JUMP!" Memphis growled angrily, barking out of frustration. "Gah, I can't BELIEVE I agreed to this. You three couldn't sharpen a pencil without fighting over whose got it!"

"Enough of your antics! It's time to put the mutts down!" As soon as those words left Jesileth's mouth he threw his hand in the air and brought it crashing down upon Dante and Nero.

"Dante!" Vergil shouted. Quickly he bolted to his brother and tackled him out of the way of the demons hand just in time.

"Vergil what are you doing!? NERO!" Dante whipped his head back to the scene and waved the dust from his face trying to see through the thick cloud. "NERO!"

"You.. REALLY need to learn to move your ass a little faster..." Memphis huffed through clenched teeth. Dante and Vergil both turned around and shot up to see Memphis holding Nero by the collar of his coat in his mouth.

"Yeah yeah, just put me down before you put any more holes in my coat jackass" Nero growled.

"Sure thing kiddo." Without pausing for a moment the king dropped Nero to the ground with a harsh thud. "This time, you three need to LISTEN when I'm telling you what to do. Jesileth isn't going to rely on his sight alone. You all have a very distinct scent to him and he'll track you to the ends of the Earth if you keep screwing this up."

"OK we get it. We're not exactly the best people to work with in a situation like this but it's all you've got at this point and you won't let your brother fight so let's cut the crap and get back to the fight before we end up on the bottom of his foot."

"Glad we're on the same page..." Memphis sighed heavily as the devil hunters charged back into the fray. "Damn kids are gonna get me AND themselves killed at this rate..."

"Isn't that why they have you?" The all too familiar voice of Red Eyes snaked its way to Memphis's ears from the rocks behind him.

"You're still snaking about? I thought you would have pissed off by now, or are you waiting for an opportunity to go for the gold?"

"Well, NATURALLY... I want a host so I can live properly again and it seems the gold is here among you..."

"Live properly? You mean wreak havoc on the world of mortals' right?"

"How else is a demon of my stature supposed to go about his daily woes hmm?"

"Funny... Look if you're here to scout that's fine I really couldn't give two shits about it. Just stay the hell outta my way while I deal with this slick shithead." Memphis turned and snapped his large fangs at Red Eyes to end the conversation.

"As you wish... MY LORD..."

"Hey Tennessee! We could use a little help over here!" Dante shouted ducking from another swipe from the kings' father.

"Go to your right and wait for him to strike again, then run up his arm and aim for the marks on his face with your guns!" The king howled.

"Great plan..!" The devil hunter yelled sarcastically. "You want me to walk on that thing?"

"JUST DO IT!" Memphis howled again and bolted closer to the battle looking for any opportunities to strike. "Nero, follow the movement of his left leg and strike the back of it when he loses his balance after Dante's attack!"

"Got it!" Nero rolled back on his hands then flipped out of the gargantuan demons way and waited for Dante to strike before he lunged at the back of Jesileth's lower leg with his devil bringer.

"Curse you half-breeds!" Jesileth roared agonized as he fell to the ground shaking the planet with the impact.

"Vergil! Get in there and go for his throat! If you're quick enough it should bring him back to his human state!" Memphis ordered.

"How do I know you're right?!" Reluctant to follow orders Vergil hesitated to move.

"VERG!" Dante shouted trying to get him to move. "Come on we don't have time for your pride to get in the way just do it!"

"Fine!" Vergil hissed angrily then moved with lightning speed to the downed demons throat unleashing a flurry of Judgment Cuts severing the flesh and spilling the dark black blood across him and Jesileth's chest.

"GET OUTTA THERE!" Memphis barked. The half devils quickly backed away as the mighty demon thrashed about from the wound and slowly started to change back into a recognizable human figure.

"Holy shit... We actually did it." Nero was in shock. He hadn't expected them to be successful but Jesileth's twitching human form lying on the ground in a sea of blood was evidence enough of their triumph.

"See what happens when you idiots work together?" Memphis huffed with a slight grin. Nero couldn't help but laugh a bit.

"Yeah I get it already... Now what?"

"Well..." Just before Memphis could respond Jesileth jumped him and wrapped his bloody arm around the kings' neck squeezing as hard as his body would let him.

"So that's how you've done it. I knew the Sparda boys couldn't think of something that extensive themselves so there could only be one explanation and that is that you, my dear boy, have been coaching them." The demon kneed the wolf in the back making him yelp and fall to the ground. "Now what kind of son coaches someone on how to kill his father hmm? Tell me that my son!" Jesileth yanked the kings' head back in an attempt to snap his neck.

"Father, let him up..." Crasious said flatly. Jesileth turned his head to face his younger son.

"Sadly my boy I'm afraid I cannot. You see, I must make an example of your brother to show the Sparda boys why they should not trifle with affairs not of their concern isn't that right Memphis?"

"Fuck... You..." Was all Memphis managed to spit out.

"Oh, I see. Now, is that a threat or do you really intend to make good on that because frankly my boy the fur and fangs doesn't quite cut it." Jesileth hissed sarcastically.

"Alright." Dante snapped pointing Ebony at Jesileth's head. "Off the wolf and on your knees..."

"My my..." The masked demon let go of the wolfs neck and put his hands up. "So you DO have a brain of your own in that THICK skull of yours..."

"Real funny asshole, UP and on your knees."

"You know it's interesting that you would be helping my son here after what he's put you through..." A sly grin crossed Jesileth's features as he knelt down, hands still held above his head in mock surrender.

"Ha, you kiddin? Compared to what YOU'VE put me through I think I can forgive him... You on the other hand, tch. Well I don't think you'll get off quite that easily especially not with my brother around..." Dante pulled the hammer back on Ebony and readied his gun to put the bullet in his head.

"Hey Dante..." Memphis growled under his breath making both Dante and Jesileth freeze waiting for the king to speak again. "You know what I've always hated about guns...?"

"No... What?" Dante replied a little confused. The king chuckled momentarily grinning to himself before continuing.

"They never felt quite personal enough..." Before Dante had a chance to respond the large wolf lunged up and sunk his fangs into Jesileth's throat.

"Whoa WHOA!" Dante jumped back pulling Nero out of the way as Memphis wrapped a large paw around his father to keep him in his jaws, the blood coating his black fur and dripping to the ground around them.

"You think this will be where it ends Memphis?!" His father growled through the kings fangs ripping through the meat of his neck severing the tissues. "This will NEVER end. You will NEVER be rid of me or the blood that courses through your decayed veins!"

"What do we do? We can't just let this continue!" Nero stammered a little panicky.

"What d'you want me to do, jump between his jaws and pry him loose? I thought you wanted him dead!" Dante yelled angrily.

"Doesn't this seem a little excessive to you?!" Nero looked Dante in the eyes but the hunter did not respond. Instead the half devils both turned their heads back to the spectacle before them and awaited the end result of the blood shed...