Thank you alot for everyone reading this Story of mine though I havent planned it out thoroughly I only made this on a whim but thank you all for reading.
(This aint ending Im just putting this out because im quite happy that this Story has almost 10k views for other authors its not alot but for me it is ♥️)
Also the main character is not Dante from DMC but hes name is Dante and he really wants to be him also again his Devil Trigger or E.G.O trigger for PM wise is not like Dante he will have a different one but it will be like Neros think of him as Dantes kid or something haha.
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"Hahh…"
I struggled to catch my breath, sweat dripping down my face and into my eyes. "Roland time out," I laughed weakly, pain lacing every sound.
Roland stood in front of me, unmoving.
The black mask hid his face, but I could feel his stare. His grip on his sword never loosened.
He didn't answer.
He just lunged.
"Give me a break!" I yelled, desperation cracking my voice. This wasn't fun anymore this was survival.
Steel met steel as I barely parried his strike with Rebellion, stumbling backward to make space. It didn't matter. He was relentless, pressing in, every opening I made crushed immediately.
I blocked. Parried. Pushed him back.
It meant nothing.
BANG.
"GAHH!"
Agony tore through my shoulder. Something hot and solid lodged itself deep inside me.
I staggered, staring at the hole in my shoulder, blood pouring freely then at Roland, who now held a gun in his free hand.
"…So this is it," I muttered through clenched teeth.
Adrenaline forced my ruined arm to move as my vision blurred, the world darkening at the edges. I was still conscious but barely.
"Kah!!"
My back slammed into something solid.
I was dragged across the ground like a ragdoll, then.
I was flying.
Roland hurled me straight into a building. Walls shattered as my body tore through concrete and steel before I finally crashed to a stop.
"Ugh!!"
The air left my lungs as I dropped to my knees. My body screamed in protest, strength draining away with every breath.
Is this it?
I laughed bitterly.
One year. Just one year in this world and I die by the hands of someone I called a friend.
'…I still wanted to see that Japanese woman again,' I thought faintly. 'Back when I was Grade 7…'
Her image flashed in my mind long black hair, red eyes, a face sharp enough to kill.
"I regret this…" I whispered, teeth grinding as tears spilled freely. "I regret becoming a fixer."
I leaned against the broken wall, barely holding myself upright.
"I'm not Dante," I said hoarsely. "I'll never be him…"
"I can help you with that."
I froze.
A woman stood in front of me dark brown hair, a pristine lab coat, eyes far too calm for this place.
I looked up at her and laughed weakly. "Is this what an angel looks like?"
She smiled not kindly, not cruelly.
"No," she said. "But I can help you live."
"Help me live?" I scoffed. "What a load of crap."
She tilted her head slightly. "Treating this as a joke… how interesting."
I glanced past her through the ruined wall.
Roland stood there frozen.
Time itself seemed to have stopped.
"Tell me," she said softly, crouching in front of my battered body, "do you believe this is the end?"
She extended her hand.
"Take it," she whispered. "I will save you."
Her voice pulled at me warm, magnetic. My hand lifted on its own, fingers trembling as they reached for hers.
…
Roland stood where he'd thrown me, his grip on his weapon shaking.
Then he exhaled.
Slowly, he turned to walk away.
BEEEEEEM!
A pillar of blinding light erupted from the ruins.
Everything around it evaporated. Debris was launched skyward as the shockwave tore through the street.
Roland barely managed to brace himself.
When the light faded.
Something walked out.
Its skin was white, marked with intricate patterns across its torso. No clothing only natural armor covering its lower body, scales like a fusion of dragon and devil, pure and pale.
Its forearms were encased in gauntlets formed of the same living armor.
Four glowing, translucent wings spread behind it.
Horns crowned its forehead.
Roland's breath hitched.
"…Dante," he snarled. "You're like the Pianist. I knew it."
The creature standing before him.
Was me.
My hand hovered inches from hers.
Then something inside me snapped.
I slapped her hand away.
"No," I said, my voice steady despite everything. "I can handle this myself."
I forced myself to stand.
"How can I be worthy of the name Dante," I growled, "if I need help just to fight a Color Fixer?"
She stared at me for a long moment then slowly withdrew her hand.
"Then live," she said quietly. "For your own sake."
And she was gone.
The world rushed back in.
I looked at Roland, my body transformed, power roaring through my veins.
"Pianist?" I scoffed. "Don't know what you're talking about."
I raised my arm, beckoning him forward.
"But you ready for round two, my good friend Roland?"