“C'mon just get a grip on the sock and you can be done with this part.” Those fiery dominating eyes of Nero's glared at the other for a long moment before he clamped his mouth down on the toes, pulling on the sock with his lips and catching the material between his teeth, all the while keeping that powerful look in his eyes. A look that said “I'm doing this because I have to.” Not the look of a broken man, he was nobodies bitch. Dante slowly pulled his foot away, his lightly haired dirty foot pulling emerging into view as the sock fell away onto Nero's face. Immediately he spat the sock away and his chest heaved. First this guy shows up and kills members of his church, sure he didn't buy the whole Sparda is our Savior crap but Kyrie was into it and he was still a member of the 'family' having been adopted by Credo, another ranking member of the Order. Ever since that.. other demon showed up demon gates start popping up everywhere, Kyrie vanishes, and now he wants to break him? Sure according to that... mad scientist Sanctus was alive and now a demon but what does he know? Credo despises demons of all sorts, he'd never side with a demon. Nero wasn't even sure what Credo would do if he found out he was a demon. This guy.. brought all these problems here and Nero had kissed his boot, sniffed his dirty foot and even licked and mouthed the socks off of him but that was as far as Nero was willing to go. The man had never kneeled to anyone he wasn't going to kneel to this fucker either.
The devil bringer, the devil incarnate right side of his body including his right foot and hand, began to glow. His muscles twitched and seemed to swell a little as he drew energy from the sword he had absorbed. Blue and violet energies swelled around him, rending his clothes apart exposing his muscular frame beneath. He let out a sanguine cry and smashed his right arm into Dante. Dante watched the whole scene unamused and allowed the male to strike him, which only knocked him back a few feet despite the energy of the yamato powering Nero's attack. “Kid I told you it's useless. You've hit me with that thing a hundred times before, it wont do shit.” Dante scolded, shaking his head at the idiot.
Nero's intimidating frame looked truly menacing, his fair, soft, white skin that made up his muscular build contrasting sharply with the deep blue flames that curled around his clawed hand and foot. Only the shoulder and left sleeve of his shirt remained and everything below his calves had been burned away by the power as well. “You caused all this shit! I'm gonna pound you and that cocky fuckin attitude into the ground and spread your ass like paste all over the floor. I'll rip your ass apart feed whats left to the wild dogs, you're not worth more than dog shit anyway fuckin demon!”
Dante raised a brow but kept his arms crossed. “I love it when you dumbasses think demon is an insult.” He mumbled. This time he was gonna let the idiot waste his energy hitting him, he'd have to just show the retard how much weaker he was by ignoring him like a fly.
Nero brought his arm back and the demonic energy he had been emitting gathered into the palm before he fired his arm itself at Dante, the hand magnifying hundreds of times until it was large enough that he could crush the other in his palm. The older demon forced a yawn just before the giant hand smashed into him, slamming him into a wall. The younger demon retracted the giant arm and palm attacked the wall he had smashed Dante into again. The barrage continued over and over until dust filled the room and Nero had run out of energy. His tired form arched forward, chest heaving and sweat dripping off his brow. “I was pissed.. but man I didn't think I still would have enough energy to throw that attack at your punk ass that many times. Yer not sayin nothin, take that as I knocked your ass out? Hope I knocked your fuckin head off.” He clenched his fist and walked through the debris cloud to the pile of rubble. His glowing blue eyes scanned over the crumbling bits of god knows what happened to be in the way of his mighty fist. But there was no sign of Dante. “Huh... theres.. no way he dodged the hall is too narrow I'd have noticed him moving even at his high speed. Fuck! Where the hell are you Dante!? You fucking coward!”   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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