DmC Illia's Chronicles

Mission 12: Enlightenment

Illia followed the stranger grudgingly to his well-polished sports car, which was even kind enough to open the door for her. The ride was quiet; she kept her eyes low. Where was this man taking her? Why did he look like Heine? And what the hell did he want with her? All these questions resonated in her head. Regretting even setting foot out of the hideout, hoping Heine would catch up to her soon, knowing that her time had been up for a while. They arrived at very luxurious condos, that towered over the streets. Untouched by the turmoil that ensued the city below, coming to a stop, he parked the car in the front, in its roundabout like parking that leads to the lobby of the building.

"Now, I need you to behave once we get inside." He kept his eyes forward, not even turning to look at Illia, however, glared out of the right corner of his light green eye.

Though he didn't outright say it, she knew it hinted a threat. She didn't even have the power to fight back, and she used all the holy water in her scuffle with Liam. She nodded, accepting that he got out of the car, walking over to her side, opening the door. The lobby was abandoned; everyone had fled to evacuate; getting in the elevator, riding it to the eighth floor of the building that housed at least twenty altogether. Reaching the desired level and heading to the condo that must have been his: unlocking it. The apartment was glamorous, and one could tell everything was very expensive; he led her to a sectional couch, pointing to it.

"Sit down." He commanded, strolling off to the kitchen

She did as she was told, she was correct about her earlier guess. She was wanted alive, and perhaps he might be a lot more reasonable than her prior capture, although she kept her guard up. She could hear water running before he reentered the room. Handing her a warm washcloth, gesturing to wipe the blood from her face, which hesitates, she took appreciatively. As he sat on the chair across from her, taking out his pack of cigarettes from his breast pocket, lighting one and inhaling it deeply.

"Who are you?" she examined, locking eyes with him

"You can call me 'Axel'..." he took another drag, blowing the smoke in Illia's face, that caused her to wrinkle her nose

"Before you start freaking out, one: I don't plan on hurting you if you act accordingly. Two: all I want answers. Understand?" He leaned forward, nodding his head, wishing for her nod along, she quickly caught on.

"Good, now; where did you find your friend?"

"who, Dante? I swear I just recently met him." she leaned away from him startled when he let out a scoff

"I could give a shit about him, the other one." snared at Dante's name

"Heine?" she cocked a brow, remembering that Vergil mentioned that Mundus didn't have any intel about there being two sons of Sparda, treading carefully not to give that information away.

"Yes, that one. The one dubbed 'Heine.'" He used his fingers as air quotes,

"I met him five years ago. He saved me from a demon, and we haven't been apart since..." she regained her composure, he looked hurt from her words,

"Five years, huh?" he murmured to himself,

"Don't you want information on Dante?"

"Why the hell would I care about him." His tone was sharp,

"You serve Mundus, don't you?" he kissed his teeth at her question, taking one last hit of his cigarette before he put it out in the tray before him.

"Not anymore, I recently cut my business ties with 'king.' Besides, if that bastard wins, that would be the end of my employment anyway." He grabbed another from the pack, swiftly lighting it.