Son Of Dante [Sequal to Dante's Demise] [HIATUS]

Son Of Dante [8]

Damien lay on his back in his room, staring at the slowly turning fan. Watching it reminded him of home and his parents. He had to confront his Mother, but he didn’t know how she’d be about it. Sylvia said she would try and be at the warehouse at around 3pm, and if she didn’t call him then he had to go and try. He heard muffled noices through the wall, he couldn’t tell if Vander and Ash were fighting or making love. It all sounded the same to him.

Damien half wished that Yamato would start telling him how stupid he was, just so he didn’t feel so alone. But Yamato never did what he wanted it to do. 

“I decided that I would be able to withdraw from everyone in order to do what needs to be done, but I feel so alone right now. Is it because of Sylvia? What has this woman done to me? I can only wonder...is this how the old man felt about Mom?” Damien through.

When another hour passed by, and with no phone call, Damien rose from his bed and picked up Yamato. He walked passed his brother’s room with his ear plugged, in case it was his worst nightmare in there. 

He walked through the crowed streets towards the dirty area of town, some people gave him strange looks when they realised where he was headed. Nero had once said how Damien looked like a hitman when he walked the way he did. Damien wondered what Nero meant, but concluded that he way just trying to piss him off. Like he usually did.

When Damien walked down the street, the warehouse in view, he saw the motorbike that was normally parked out the front wasn’t there. Which meant one of his parents wasn’t home. He wished it was Dante who wasn’t there, he just wanted to talk to his Mother and leave without having to see him. 

Damien went to rest his hand on the handle of the door, but the door opened before he could touch it. He looked up to look the man in the eyes.

“Damien.”

“Dad.”

Dante grunted irritably, his hand on the door closed into a fist.

“I haven’t seen you in a while.”

“It has been quiet a while, hasn’t it?”

“Why?”

“Been busy.”

“Liar. You were here the other week.”

“So were you, why didn’t you come down stairs?”

“I’ll have you know, I broke my back again.”

“Liar.”

Dante growled and punched the door, Damien tensed and looked down at his feel. He felt like such a child at that moment.

“I know you aren’t here to see me, you’re Mother isn’t here right now.”

“I noticed.”

Dante muttered something under his breath then grabbed Damien by the back of his collar and dragged him into the warehouse, Damien was too scared to put up too much of a fight.

“What’re you doing old man? Let me go.”

Dante dragged his eldest son into the middle of the room and let go of him, he fell to the floor and looked up at him.

“What is your problem old man?!”
“My problem?! What the fuck was with that note you gave me last year?! You know, someone has found a way to bring back the dead?! What have you done?!”

“How do you know it was me?!”

“Who else could it be? The only one who could plan that, was Vergil. And he’s dead!”