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January Catch All.

Characters: Vergil/Nelo Angelo, Open!
Date: From January 5th onward
Location: The Midnight Hotel, and Various other places.
Situation: The brainwashed knight is trying to find some peace.
Warnings/Rating: None

Midnight Hotel
Sometimes he slept, other times he was out just exploring. One thing was certain the Demon Knight was restless. Sometimes he would just be walking the halls of the second floor where his room was. As days had passed he had taken to leaving his sword in his room pretty much at all times. His blood stained shirt had been tossed as it was beyond repair so he refused to be without his armor. Being on his own with no purpose was a strange alien concept. People needed money here, but he was not charged to stay. he had a feeling the hunter was behind it, but he couldn't investigate that as he wanted because he didn't want to be on the street either.

So many thoughts went through his mind as he wandered the halls and eventually down the stairs to the lobby. maybe even outside, he was restless and couldn't keep still.

Random Roof
The rain was coming down in the dreary dizzle. Nelo Angelo had found his way up the side of a building he could not identify right off, and perched on the edge of the roof looking up at the sky as rain rolled down his face. It rained sometimes on Mallet Island but not as often as he would have liked. Rain was one of those few things he loved.

The cool drops would do no good for his suit of armor, but he did not care, nor did he care about the gusts of wind picking up. This was as peaceful as he found anything since his arrival. Finally looking down he watched random kedan and others walking by. He didn't even know if he was allowed to be up here. Honestly he did not care. If he could stay here until his armor rusted he would, logically he knew that was stupid though he would leave in time. For now he looked back to the sky, letting his troubled mind drift.

Shopping Area
He bit his lip some, lost in the daze of his own jumbling thoughts as he made his way down the streets. How would he live in a place like this? Why did the hunter try so hard to help him? Why would he not accept that he was not the man The hunter thinks that he is? More so, what would his purpose be? A new start maybe, though that seemed like false hope. The power of Mundus was mighty, despite what Dante says, he expects his master to come. He would never let one of his valued puppets escape, not after such failure. As far as he had known Mundus could even control time. He would think death had finally claimed him, but he has seen hell, been there, and this was too pleasant to be hell.

He stopped before a booth that had jewelry on display, his hand idly reaching up to his neck to find that strange necklace he woke with, his pendant was gone. Lost to time and space, He had lost it in his fight with that Hunter who now tried to take care of him. His red eyes shifted over the jewelry. He had no money, no means to buy anything and its not like that old necklace matters anymore. The thought crossed his mind that it was pointless for him to stand there looking at such gems, so he turned to head off once more.

Just an idle trek to explore the shops, he really had nothing better to do, and it was better than staying in his room letting his worries of his master’s vengeance plague him more than they already were. Maybe seeing how the creatures of this world lived would be enough of a distraction. Yet his mind kept painting the streets filled with blood. The horrors of hell in the busy streets of the city he walked. Reality overlapping with long lived nightmares.

Then a sound caught his attention, a music box playing in one of the shops. It was a simple little harmony, yet it made him squeeze his eyes shut trying to focus as pain started to twist in his mind. He reached out for the nearest wall and clutched his head. Flashes of memories passing so quick he could not tell what they were, all he could focus on was the pain as the music slowly stopped. He did not teleport away this time. He had no where to go that he knew. So once the pain subsided he pushed off the wall ignoring the sounds of the random nearby kedan asking if he was alright and moved on to walk more. He needed to find information to pay off his debt.

Anywhere else

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The markets were generally uninteresting, she had little money to spare and nothing that she needed, but for some reason she found herself wandering through them, aimless. The sights, sounds and smells were nothing new, nothing special. She fingered the pendant that hung on its chain around her neck, tired of feeling so lost.

The former queen paused by one of the stands, opening one of the music boxes to listen to the sound, sharp and sweet to her ears, but it still failed to soothe the emotions she felt. She closed it firmly, not bothering to even look at the kedan who was trying to sell it. Then a familiar scent caught her attention, and she turned just in time to see the man stumble away from the wall.

She took a deep breath, confused by his appearance, the scent was layered with blood, dust and edged with brimstone. Now she knew that the man was not Dante and now that she thought of it, this scent had been present in the Midnight Hotel. Had she truly been so distracted that she had merely written it off as Dante?

"Excuse me," She said as he walked past.

Nelo Angelo was a bit disoriented from the music and the sudden headache that came with it. He could not understand at all what was causing it to happen. These things rarely happened before the incident on Mallet Island. All he wanted at the moment was to get as far away from wherever that noise came from before his head tries to split itself open.

He had not gotten more then a few feet before the womans voice stopped him in his path. He did look a LOT like Dante, if Dante was vampire pale with blue lines down his face and obviously a few years younger. More like a dead Dante with slicked back hair. "Yes?" he tried not to let the pain in his head show in his voice. It was unbecoming of a knight to show such weakness.

Valdis let the colors fade from the world in favor of viewing the colors of souls. His soul lit up gold with tints of emerald, registering on the demonic scale, though she supposed that shouldn't be a surprise. However, the darkness that blossomed in its depths, did surprise her, for Dante's soul contained no such evil. The colors of the world crashed back in as he turned and she saw his face. It was so similar, with the same handsome features, but it was younger, paler and ill-looking.

"Are you?" Valdis searched for the name, but if Dante had ever mentioned his brother's name, it escaped her memory, so she grabbed onto the only name from Dante's drunken talk that she could recall. "Sparda's son?"

Yes, evil tainted both this man and the former, and true personality of the body. Time had done much to make identical twins look different. Where one looks like a hobo in expensive leather, the other looks like a walking corpse in a suit of armor. Time was not fair, at least he didn't remember any of it or he'd be pissed being older brother looking younger.

At her question he gave an off put look. The Hunters story coming back to mind. "I am no relation to the traitor Sparda."

"Traitor?" Valdis replied, quickly realizing that there was far more going on in the man's soul than she had thought. Dante had spoken of his father with disdain, but this man spoke as if he were not part human at all. "I'd heard that Sparda was a hero."

She was no fool, if the man thought that Sparda was a traitor, then calling him a hero could provoke him enough for her to get more information.

"To the humans, yes. To us demons no." He spoke as if it was merely fact he is reading off. There is no real emotion to it. He did not lash out, he did not raise his tone. He was nearly automatic with his reply. While he was very calm, something deep inside, locked away was raging. There was a conflict. Nelo Angelo was unmoved, but the other was enraged by such blasphemy spoken from his own body, not that he was ever heard. He was the one thing he never wanted to be, powerless, trapped in the prison of his own body.

The serene tone and relaxed body language of the man did not match the sudden wave of outrage that she felt wash over her and yet the man could only be its source. She had to fight her own rage back as it threatened to rise in order to match that of the outwardly calm man.

"Then I have heard the wrong story," She said, smiling, "Please, tell me why demons call Sparda a traitor."

Dante's drunken story probably couldn't compare to his brother's messed up tale.

"He was one of my masters men, a powerful and once very respected demon. One day he betrayed his brothers in arms. Slamming the gate between the two worlds trapping all of us with demonic blood on the other side. Some escape now and then, but all who do serve my master Mundus, and seek to get vengeance on Sparda for his betrayal." He explained, again no sign of emotion on him, his eyes stayed the same dull red glow, but that rage inside still burned like a furnace. No one was that good of an actor.

"It was before my time, but it is a very popular tale."

She watched him as he spoke, still feeling the rage that burned somewhere within his form. This detachment, his sense of peace opposite to what she felt coming from him, wasn't unique. Possession was capable of creating a similar effect in some cases, but she had seen his soul, and though there was evil within, it was only that of one soul.

"So Sparda still lives?" She asked.

"No." It was a simple answer. And all in one moment all that rage vanished. Almost like the fire was doused with water. The outward look did not change at all. "I am not as versed on the tales of Sparda. But I do know a man that claims to be his son resides in this city, The Hunter Dante. He could answer your questions better then I."

The rage vanished so suddenly that she felt dizzy, and she placed a hand on the market stall to steady herself. "Yes, I'm met Dante." She replied, "He dislikes answering my questions." He'd had to be drunk for her to get any information at all, though she really had never tried just outright asking him.

"Is your master trapped in the underworld as well?"

"He is not, he simply needs the gate way opened so his army can come across too." He knew better then that, but that is what he was usually told if he dared ask questions. "I have no more answers worth giving. I am an outsider in this tale as you can see."

"I can," She commented, slightly frustrated that she couldn't figure out what was wrong with the man. She decided to change tactics, perhaps she needed to ask more personal questions, "I'm sorry to be such a bother, but how do you know Dante?"

Meanwhile, he just was not sure why she was asking so many questions. Much less about a dead warrior who people keep mistaking him as kin of. When she asks about Dante he looked a little more troubled, oh the migraines returning. "He is my new master by Demon rules, he defeated me and now i must serve him....he is a troubling demon." Nelo Angelo for 'pig faced bastard' Oh look the anger was slowly rising again, but what came from Nelo Angelo is rather wounded pride. He was defeated and in a strange land where the man who defeated him doesn't seem to understand demonic ways. it was troubling.

Valdis really needed to speak to Dante about all this and the man's apparent belief that he was now Dante's servant was incredibly interesting.

"Probably because Dante is only part demon," She replied, wondering how much she should push the man. She had felt the anger return, but it was clear at this point that there were somehow two separate entities within the man. "And he doesn't really understand or respect the rules of society."

He nodded but did not speak in return to it. He could see what she was saying just from the little he had dealt with the hunter. He was stubborn and didn't follow the rules as he knew them. He did know Dante was only half, but he didn't understand why the hunter choose to honor his human side.

"I should be on my way."

Valdis simply nodded, she was far more interested in speaking to Dante about all this at the moment. She turned away from the man and headed back to the Midnight Hotel.

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