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Light Out of the Darkness
Chapter 1
Dante downed the shot in front of him and motioned the bartender for another one. He received a nod in response. He gave a passing thought to the fact that the bartender was new, but since he didn’t seem overly chatty it was working for him with the mood he was in. Today was the twenty second anniversary of that damned tower. For the first time in twenty-two years he was marking the anniversary on his own. When Lady approached him and told him about the job in London, he knew she would take it one way or the other. So he hadn’t tried to dissuade her. She’d promised to mark the occasion with him when she returned, whenever that would be.
The bartender put the refilled shot in front of him. He downed it and immediately ordered another. He felt himself sway slightly. His brow furrowed. He’d only had three shots so far, not enough to get him drunk by a long shot. The bartender brought him a fourth shot. Dante stared at it for a few minutes. He was thankful no one was bothering him. He preferred to sit with his ghosts alone. Thankfully at this dive most folks kept to themselves.
He downed the fourth shot and again felt the room sway slightly. He put some money on the bar and decided to head back to the shop. He stood and almost toppled over. He grabbed the edge of the bar to steady himself.
“You okay man?” the bartender asked. “Need me to call you a cab?”
Dante shook his head. “No, my place is only a couple blocks away. I’ll walk.”
“Careful out there,” the bartender said.
Dante gave him a two-finger salute and stumbled out the door. The cool night air seemed to refresh him a bit. He made his way down the street. From this bar, it was only eight blocks to Devil May Cry. He’d made this walk a number of times in varying states of drunkenness. He’d never had this much trouble on such little alcohol before.
As he passed by an alley between a retail shop and a real estate office, Dante came to a halt. He was halfway back to the shop. He could feel the flare of a massive demonic aura in the alley. He peered into the darkness, but couldn’t see anything.
Reaching behind, he drew Ebony and started down the alley. Whatever it was that was down there, it was too large to leave unchecked. It was times like these he wish he had Rebellion with him. The gun would only be so effective if the demon was a large at it seemed.
Cautiously Dante moved forward, his senses stretching out. As he passed by a dumpster he felt a flicker of movement. He brought Ebony up to aim and felt the gun’s weight seem to increase significantly. He aimed at the glowing eyes he spotted and fired.
The demon seemed to teleport as one moment Dante was firing for a spot between their eyes and the next they were at his side. A hand came up and landed a hard hit against his right wrist. Ebony flew out of Dante’s grasp and went skittering away in the darkness.
“Shit,” Dante muttered, his words slightly slurred. He reached behind and grasped Ivory.
The demon phased again and Dante lost track of it. He looked around the alley. Taking a couple steps, it felt like he was moving through mud. He heard laughing. Bringing Ivory up he fired in the direction of the sound. The gun was so heavy in his hand. Dante felt breath on the shell of his right ear.
“So this is the mighty Dante, son of Sparda,” the demon said before grabbing his right shoulder and spinning him around.
Dante tried to bring Ivory up to fire off another shot, but felt strong fingers wrap around his left wrist. Before he could react, he felt his body flying back. His head slammed against the brick wall and his wrist connected with the unforgiving surface. Dante lost his grip on Ivory. The gun fell to the ground.
Before Dante could move to retrieve it, the demon kicked the gun away and Dante watched it slide off into the darkness.
“Somehow I expected something more,” the demon said, his mouth still close to Dante’s ear. The demon sighed. “Well it’s no matter. You’ll do well enough.”
Dante felt himself pulled away from the wall and thrown down to the ground. He tried to rise up to his hands and knees. His body shook at the effort. Dante’s mind raced, none of this made sense. He hadn’t drank enough to be drunk. He remembered hearing about humans who would spike other’s drinks with drugs to incapacitate them. However, with his demonic healing, that wouldn’t affect him.
Before he could pattern out what was happening, he felt a solid kick to his ribs. He grunted and dropped back to the ground. He could feel a couple ribs were definitely broken. He was rolled over onto his back. The demon straddled his waist and dropped down over Dante. Dante stared up into purple eyes while a curtain of black hair fell around his face. The demon retained his human visage as he looked over Dante. A slow smile crept over its face. “Well you certainly are a handsome devil. I do believe I am going to enjoy breeding you like the bitch you are.”
Dante’s eyes widened. “You sick fuck,” he said, his words still slurring. Dante gathered his energy and bucked the demon off him. He wobbled to his feet.
The demon’s eyes flashed with glee. “Ooooh, the fight isn’t out of you yet,” he purred. “I am going to enjoy breaking you in.”
“Not. Gonna. Happen,” Dante said, struggling to maintain his balance.
The demon gave a feral grin and phased out of view. Dante felt a foot connect with his back and he hit the ground, his hands splaying out and his chin connecting with the hard concrete. Stars danced in his vision. Dante once again struggled to his feet. It was getting harder and harder to get his limbs to obey him. “What,” Dante struggled to speak, “was in the drink?”
The demon slowly walked out of the darkness into the meager light in the alley. “Ah, ah,” he said. “We don’t give away our secrets.”
Dante tried to take a swing at the demon’s face with his fist, but was only able to bring his arm up halfway.
The demon slapped Dante hard across his left cheek and he fell to the ground hard. Dante was once again straddled.
The demon took a deep breath. “So sweet and ripe,” he said, drawing out his words. “I am going to enjoy this. You,” he said, pausing, “eh, maybe not as much.”
“Fuck you,” Dante hissed.
The demon grinned coldly, his eyes hard. “As you wish.”
Dante tried to struggle but his arms and legs would only twitch in response. He felt his coat pulled off him. A claw cut through his shirt. The cool air hitting his chest caused him to suck in a rough breath. The same claw dropped down and sliced through his belt like it was butter. He felt hands fumbling at his waist.
The sound of the zipper on Dante’s pants descending caused a wave of panic within him. He tried desperately to get his body to move. He was able to pull his leg up. He tried to rotate his hips and knock the demon off to the side. His body wouldn’t budge.
His leg was roughly pushed down and Dante felt his pants being tugged down. The cool air hit his cock and legs and he choked down the panic as best he could. The demon sat on his thighs and his eyes hungrily roamed Dante’s naked body. The demon reached out and grabbed at Dante’s flaccid member. He stroked it a few times and Dante groaned as his body betrayed him and reacted to the stimulation.
The demon laughed at Dante’s panic. He glanced over his shoulder and stopped his ministrations. Dante felt his body lifted and placed deeper into the darkness of the alley. He was dropped behind a dumpster. The smell was sickening.
The demon leaned over and spoke into Dante’s ear. “Yes, this seems quite fitting of the spawn of the traitor.”
Dante felt himself rolled over, he head turned to the side. He felt pressure between his ass cheeks. He tried to yell. A hand clamped down on his throat, stifling any cry. “None of that,” the demon hissed. “We will not be disturbed.”
The pressure at Dante’s backside was getting worse. Dante could feel something poking at his entrance-a finger he thought. Dante felt his body repositioned onto his back and his legs were pushed open and away, opening up his lower body. His member was stroked until it twitched, precum leaking from the tip. He felt a finger brush over his slit, collecting the fluid and felt it smeared on his entrance. The finger pushed in, past the ring of muscle with the slight lubricant. A second finger quickly joined the first. Dante hissed at the pain and his brain kept screaming no over and over.
The demon loomed over him grinning lasciviously. The demon started pistoning his fingers and scissoring them, forcing open Dante’s entrance.
Dante tried to arch away from the contact, but his body still wouldn’t respond. Suddenly, Dante felt the fingers pulled from him. The demon fumbled with something and he felt a new, larger pressure at his entrance. He felt it probe for a moment and then with a hard snap of his hips, Dante felt the demon sheath himself inside of Dante.
Dante gave a strangled cry at the intrusion and closed his eyes as pain screamed out in his lower body. His head was lifted and slammed back into the ground below. “You’ll look at me,” the demon hissed. “You’ll watch as I take you.”
Dante tried to keep his eyes closed but another hard smack of his head caused his eyes to flare open. He stared into the demon’s purple eyes as the demon pulled out and slammed back again with another forceful slap of his hips. The demon grinned as he started a brutal pace, slamming into Dante again and again. Dante met his gaze, hatred burning in his ice blue eyes.
“Hmmm, you hate me, yes?” the demon said, panting with his exertions. “Let’s make you hate yourself.”
The demon changed the position and angle of his thrust, hitting a place inside of Dante causing him to see stars through the pain and burning. Dante’s cock twitched. The demon laughed and continue to hit that spot over and over.
Dante tried to ignore and tamp down the feelings inside. He was being violated and abused, at no time should he be enjoying this. He felt pressure building in the base of his spine and deep in his balls. He wanted to be sick.
The demon reached down and started stroking Dante in time with his thrusts. Dante’s body kept reacting. Dante kept staring at the demon as his eyes started to drift to half lids as the pressure inside rose. Dante’s breathing became erratic and tears leaked from his eyes at the anguish. He didn’t want this but he couldn’t control his body.
With a choked cry, Dante’s release sputtered against his stomach. The demon laughed as he felt Dante’s walls contract around him. “Such a good little whore,” he purred. Tears flowed freely as the demon continued to pound into Dante through his orgasm. Dante was overstimulated and pain quickly overtook him again. He whimpered at the pain in his lower body.
The demon grinned. “Let’s ramp this up a bit,” he whispered. The demon let go of his human visage and took on his demon form. Dante stared up into the face of a bull as the lower body of a man continued to slam into him. But this was no ordinary man, Dante felt as though he was being impaled and split in two. He cried out at the pain, his head arching back.
The demon laughed again and after a few minutes his pace became erratic. Suddenly Dante felt as though they were locked together as the demon pushed deeper and deeper and something spread him wider. Dante felt hot liquid erupt deep inside as the demon’s eyes rolled back in his head and he howled.
After a few thrusts, the demon stilled his movements and caught his breath. He pulled his hips back with a groan and slid forward again. “Not bad for round one. Let’s see how round two goes,” he said, snapping his hips.
Dante tried to get his body to respond to him but couldn’t get his limbs to react. He tried to ignore the squelching sounds as the demon moved in and out of him. He tried to ignore the feeling of liquid dripping down his thighs. He kept his eyes on the demon but began to disassociate from his body, retreating within his mind.
The demon’s eyes narrowed. He felt the hand at his throat tighten. Black spots danced at the edges of Dante’s vision. “If you aren’t going to be present, you aren’t needed for this part,” the demon said, tightening his grip. Dante’s vision faded to black as his body rocked back and forth with the demon’s thrusts.
Dante came back to himself when he felt drops on his cheek. He opened his eyes. A small rain cloud passed overhead. It was still mostly dark but the sky was lighter toward the east. Very early morning Dante estimated. He tried to move his arms and to his surprise they responded. He pushed himself up to a sitting position. Everything hurt. As he sat back against the wall of the building behind him, he felt fluid leak from his backside. He couldn’t stop the rush of bile from his stomach. He leaned over to his left and retched.
Wiping the back of his mouth with the back of his hand, he leaned against the brick wall. His pants were bunched around one ankle. His boot sat a few feet away. His jacket lay a few feet beyond that. His guns sat to his right. He fumbled to get his foot in his pant leg and braced himself against the wall. He stood shakily, panting for a moment at the effort. Reaching down, he pulled up his pants and buttoned them. He stumbled over and shoved his foot in his boot, quickly securing it. He picked up his jacket and his guns.
He carefully made his way out of the alley. Each step was painful as he felt his body protest. He was shaky on his feet. He slowly made his way to the shop, thankful he didn’t run into another living soul on the way. Entering the shop, he closed the door behind him and locked it. He dumped his guns and jacket on the desk and made his way upstairs. He went straight to the upstairs bathroom and turned the shower on. He quickly stripped, removing the tattered remains of his shirt and his pants. Glancing in the mirror he observed only very light bruises around his neck. There were no other outward signs of the assault.
Stepping in the shower he let the water pour over him as his brain replayed the attack. Dante folded over onto his knees as tears ran down his cheeks. He was a strong man. Things like this didn’t happen. He sat back on his haunches, the water beating at his chest. He was overcome with the sensation that he was dirty. Picking up the soap, he scrubbed at his skin until it was pink. Dropping the soap in its holder, he let the water run over him as his brain furiously tried to figure out why. Rage built up inside and he punched the side of the shower. Ceramic tile crumbled beneath his fist. He hyperventilated. He struggled to get his breathing under control as he keened. Eventually, he felt empty-bereft of all feeling. The water was freezing. He turned it off.
He dried off and left the bathroom. Entering his room, he put on a pair of sweat pants and a T-shirt. He sat on his bed against the headboard with his knees crunched against his chest. He sat, unable to move and unable to wrap his head around why. He tried to process it. Tried to break down what happened in detail. He was drugged, of that he was certain. Then he was raped. But why? What did the demon gain? He didn’t kill him. It would have been easy to eliminate him. Why the assault? Was it just to humiliate him?
Images and feelings rolled through his mind as he sat on his bed. Tears ran down his cheeks off and on. Sleep eluded him. He didn’t know how much time had passed. Shadows stretched across his room in different combinations. He vaguely heard the phone ring. He heard pounding on the shop door once or twice. He remained still. Dante remained trapped in his head trying to answer why. He could find no answers.