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Chapter Two: Devilry At Work

“Rise and shine, Duo!”

Duo cracked open his eyelids and saw a demon. He punched it in the face.

*CRACK* “Ow!” said Wufei, falling backward. The demon mask he was wearing cracked in half. Wufei looked at both pieces in wonder.

“A real one wouldn’t be that easy to kill,” said Dante, plucking the mask away and throwing it in the garbage can.

Duo rubbed his eyes. “What time is it?”

“5:00 a.m.”

Duo fell back into the sleeping bag and continued dreaming.

At 5:01 a.m., Duo felt himself being hauled by the scruff of the neck and brought to the kitchen table. There, he was deposited on a hard wooden chair. Then Dante left to pack some more things.

“What’s up with him?” Duo asked, looking at the other boys. They all looked back at him with bags beneath their eyes. Duo shook his head and started spooning warm oatmeal into his mouth.

Quatre yawned, then fell asleep right on the kitchen table, forgetting his oatmeal. Trowa prodded him until he awoke. “You are going to be needing your strength,” said Trowa quietly. “Who knows when your next meal will be?”

A cloud of gloom fell over the entire table. “Awww, Trowa,” said Duo, breaking the silence. But he didn’t know what to say. When Duo didn’t talk, no one else did.

“Are you ready?” Dante asked, standing by the doorway.

“Wow, never seen the sunrise before!” said Duo, running to the doorway and looking out.

“Enjoy it. It may be the last sunrise we will ever see.”

Everyone: “Trowa!”

“Well, I don’t think I can take any more oatmeal,” said Duo, sounding cheery and stretching. He ran to their car and got in.

The other boys, glad to have an excuse to skip out their pasty last meal, piled in also. “Where’re we goin’?” Duo asked, sticking his head out the passenger door.

“To the docks. Follow my lead.” Dante got on his motorcycle and, without looking back, drove off.

“Get him, get him!” Duo yelled. Trowa shoved the stick shift and they zoomed off. Duo screamed in delight.

Quatre turned around in his seat and took one last look back at Devil May Cry. It may be the last time they ever saw this place. He gulped and waved goodbye.

Duo was silent. Him, Trowa, and Wufei were sitting in a creaky old rowboat, rowing across the vast water towards an ominous island in the distance. “This is so not funny,” Duo said.

“Speak for yourself,” said Wufei, huffing and puffing as he made another stroke with the oars. “You’re not the one that is rowing.”

Their pathetic little rowboat nearly tipped. Again. Duo righted it. He was the official righter-upper. “Look, are we even getting anywhere?"

Up ahead by a couple of boat-lengths sat Heero, Quatre, and Dante. Dante was doing most of the rowing while Heero and Quatre sat back, relaxing. Despite the fact that both Trowa and Wufei had taken an oar on theirs, they were slowly falling steadily behind. “How does he do it?” Duo asked.

“Just shut up and right the boat,” Wufei said, gritting his teeth. It was bad enough that someone was better at something than he was.

When they finally reached the shore, it was nonstop marching up a craggy cliff until they reached the top of the island where…

“Ooooooh,” all the G-boys said, looking up at the imposing doors. Quatre dug out a camera and snapped a picture.

“You brought a camera?” Duo asked incredulously.

“Well…we WERE going on a road trip, so I thought—“

“Darn! I shoulda brought one!”

“Would you like a picture beside the door?”

“Sure!”

Everyone waited impatiently as Quatre took a picture of Duo standing beside the demonic doors. Then they went in.

That was when Trish decided to make her entrance. Out of nowhere, she poofed into existence in a cloud of yellow smoke. Heero started hacking, standing so close to her. The smoke smelled like sulfur.

“You get used to it,” Trish said, stepping forward. She whistled. “Hey, Dante. Race you to the top?”

Dante speculated. He looked towards the rest of the boys. “You will be all right alone?”

“Of course we’ll be all right,” Wufei snapped. “How old do you think we are?”

Dante rolled his eyes. “Teenagers,” he said, and grinned at Trish. Without waiting for him, Trish leapt up the rest of the craggy cliff towards what looked like a very scary castle at the top. Dante was about to follow when Duo grabbed his arm.

“Wait! You’re just gonna leave us alone and weaponless?” Duo’s voice went up an octave.

Dante contemplated, then slowly took down his shoulder holster and brought forth two guns, one black and one white. “Take your pick,” he said tightly.

Without consulting anyone, Heero picked up the white one and turned it over in his hands. Duo was about to pick out the black one when Dante took it back and pocketed it. “You’re having Ivory? Good. Then I’ll have Ebony.” Without waiting for anyone else, Dante leapt up and started up the craggy cliff after Trish. They swore they could all hear Dante growling like a wolf.

“That’s it?” Duo squeaked. “One…gun?!”

“This one’s different,” said Heero, taking the gun and pointing it at a cliff wall. He shot and the bullet pinged against the craggy cliff and bounced backwards where it narrowly missed Quatre’s blond hair and out into the water. Quatre didn’t have a clue. He ruffled his head, thinking bird poop landed on it.

“You just wasted a bullet,” said Wufei, arms crossed.

“Unlimited bullets,” Heero said. He fired off six more rounds, then six more in rapid succession. No lapse.

“Oooooooh,” everyone said, gathering around. Trowa had a contemplative look on his face.

Like Dante, Dante’s gun seemed to have unlimited power.

“Like magic,” Quatre said, smiling.

“More like demonic powers,” Wufei said, frowning and stalking up the path towards the castle, since he couldn’t jump up nine feet like Dante. Everyone shrugged and shuffled after.

“Something seems not right,” said Wufei, when they reached the top of the steps.

“So? What else is new?” Duo.

“Why would that woman appear right at that instant? Right when we were about to enter the premises?”

Duo shrugged. “It was nice seeing her again, though.” He smiled stupidly at the thought of Trish. His face turned red and he giggled.

“I don’t trust her. And Dante is following her every whim.”

“She wants to separate us,” said Heero, fingering the gun. His gun, now.

“Exactly.”

“So, now what?” Duo.

Quatre was snapping pictures of the castle in front of them like crazy. “This is…this is absolutely incredible! I have never seen anything quite like it!” He changed his roll of film and started snapping again.

“Well, we have to find a way to stop Mundus and this castle looks demonic enough to harbour an evil being.” Trowa.

“What’s with him today?” Duo whispered to Heero. Heero shrugged and continued fingering the gun.

Duo turned around and looked back at the castle. “So…um…where’s the door?”

They were staring at a blank wall.

“Open, sesame!” Quatre cried. He clapped.

Nothing happened.

“It works in Arabia,” Quatre said, shrugging.

Whipping out one of his ever present grenades from his tighter than tight shorts, Heero dropped it at the foot of the wall. Then he ran, leaving his comrades behind. Everyone rolled their eyes and followed after.

The BOOM! that took place shook the entire ground they were on. Dust started falling as the foundations of the castle got damaged. That was the loudest sound of the day.

“Idiot! Now the demons know of our whereabouts!” Wufei shouted.

Heero coughed and lead the way inside the building. If demons were out here, they weren’t attacking them, yet.

Inside the castle was very gloomy. One door leading further into the castle was on the opposite wall while a staircase in the middle wound upwards. Dante and Trish were nowhere in sight.

“Shall we split up?” Heero asked, already ready to charge forward.

“NO!”

Heero shrugged, and walked towards the opposite wall towards the lone double doors. Everyone quickly followed him.

“Wow….” Quatre stopped in front of a statue of a demonic being riding a horse. Him and Duo paused and started taking pictures in front of it. Then they continued on, past gothic looking arches until they reached the rest of the boys standing in front of the double doors.

“Is it broken?” Wufei asked, giving the doors a kick. They had tried jiggling it earlier, but it was locked tight. If the doors were locked, there must be someone or something behind to lock it. Shivers all around.

“Allow me,” said Duo smugly, plucking out a hairpin from his already messy head and fiddling with the…where was the lock?!

Everyone stood around, confused. A door that was locked yet had no keyhole to lock it?

TO PASS, YOU WILL NEED 50 RED ORBS.

“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!” Duo and Quatre screamed, and Duo jumped up. Trowa caught him, as if it were all rehearsed.

“The door talked,” said Wufei, tilting his head.

Something red was coming through the door. At first, an opaque red miasma emanated from the actual doors, then slowly grew larger and took form. It grew into a giant red hand.

“Watch out,” Trowa said, jumping back.

Everyone scattered, all except for Quatre, who was too slow. He screamed as the gigantic fist grabbed him.

Heero was the first to act. Grabbing Quatre’s wrists, he pulled back. The gigantic hand pulled back. It was a tug-of-war between the perfect soldier and the gigantic fist. Perfect.

Grabbing up Heero’s gun, Wufei shot at the hand, but the bullets seemed to go straight through and disappear. Quatre was slowly being grabbed towards the doors.

“Here, catch!” Duo yelled as he threw a large red jewel towards the doors. The hand around Quatre loosened, and Quatre was pulled free. They scattered.

The hand disappeared. As soon as it had come, it melded back into the doors. Now, the door was locked again, as if it never was.

“Where did you get that?” Heero asked.

“What, this?” Duo held up another one of those large red jewels. “I found some on the way in. One rock must be worth millions!”

Heero grabbed the jewel and inspected it. “How many do we need?”

“50,” Trowa said.

They all scattered.

Quatre held the jewel in his hands. “This jewel saved my life,” he whispered. He turned the rock over. On its other side was carved a hideous-looking face screaming in terror. He threw the rock against the stupid door and ran after Duo.

***15 MINUTES LATER***

“How many do you have?”

“5.”

“How about you?”

“3. And yourself?”

“1.”

“I found 4 orbs!” Quatre said proudly. He lay them down in their pathetic-looking pile and stood back, admiring them.

“We’re missing 37 more,” said Heero, brows furrowed. “Where’s Duo?”

“Right here, guys, with 40 orbs! Aren’t I great?”

“Where did you get all those?” Wufei asked, surprised.

Duo shrugged. “It’s not that hard. You just need a good nose to sniff them out.” A thief will always remain a thief. “Okay, so now what?”

“Open sesame?” Quatre said. He shrugged.

“I say we arrange these orbs into some sort of alter,” said Wufei, shoving them towards the door. As he continued talking, the red hand reappeared once again. Wufei didn’t notice. As he continued talking self-absorbedly, the hand grew larger and larger. Right when it was about to grab his head, it shattered into a million pieces and disintegrated.

“So, what do you think?” Wufei asked.

The boys stared in shock. “My jewels!” Duo cried. The red orbs had also disintegrated, along with the hand.

Trowa tried the door. “It is open.”

Without word, Heero pushed past Trowa and through the door. A split-second later, he came back out and slammed it behind him.

“Heero, whatsa matter?” Duo asked. Heero appeared shaken.

“There are…things…behind that door,” said Heero, breathing heavily.

Everyone freaked out. If Heero couldn’t handle whatever was behind that door, what chance did THEY have?

Now that they had unlocked the door, whatever was inside wanted to get out. It never occurred to either of them that the reason the doors were locked was to CONTAIN something, not to prevent people from going in.

Behind Heero, the doors bulged outwards. Heero stood in front of them, back pressed against them and holding them closed.

*BANG*

“What’re we gonna do?” Duo started biting his fingernails.

“Well, it’s too late to turn back now,” said Wufei, cracking his knuckles.

“There is a curved staircase to the left,” said Heero, teeth gritting as the doors banged again. “On my command, I want you all to run up there.”

“But what about you?” Quatre gasped.

“I have a gun. I will hold them back. Are we ready?”

Everyone reluctantly nodded. Then Heero released the doors and they charged in.

Everyone panicked. What greeted them should not even have been alive. 8 foot tall beings that resembled theatrical marionettes started clacking their wooden ways towards them. They were slow. But there were so many of them.

“Duck,” Trowa said.

Everyone fell to the ground as something whizzed past their heads and stuck to the granite wall opposite.

Quatre looked up. “Scimitars…” he said in awe.

That was when they noticed the headless bodies. They were littered all over the floor, of knights in armor with their heads loped off. Duo’s hand accidentally brushed a skull and he screamed.

“Run!” Heero shouted, shooting his gun.

The boys scrambled their ways to the staircases that Heero indicated. All except for Quatre. Picking a scimitar off the wall, he carefully hefted the blade.

“Like Sandrock…” he whispered. Pulling his arm back, he threw.

The scimitar whizzed through the air, its sharpness making the blade sing. It landed THUNK right in the middle of a marionette’s chest, weighing it down. It slowly fell to the floor.

Heero turned around to look, wondering where the blade came from.

“Watch out!” Quatre shouted.

A marionette grabbed Heero and raised him up in the air. He was going to be impaled.

Levelling his gun, Heero aimed, and shot.

The marionette’s head exploded into splinters and it released Heero, its bladed hand cutting him on the way down.

Quatre picked up the remaining scimitar blades and threw for all his life was worth.

Duo, Trowa, and Wufei made it up the stairs. The spiral staircase seemed to wind endlessly within a tight tower until they reached the top where they all collapsed on the luscious red carpet on the second floor.

“What the…” Duo gasped. “What the heck were those things?”

“Where’s Quatre?” Trowa asked.

“Quatre…he must still be down there!” Duo panicked. He was about to run back down when Wufei tripped him.

“Not so fast,” said Wufei, wiping the sweat off his brow. “Do you want us all to get killed?”

“But…”

“He’ll be fine with Heero,” Trowa said.

“But…”

“Look,” said Wufei. “We do not have any weapons. Getting killed down there would be useless and would not accomplish the mission. With Dante’s gun, I am sure they will make it back in one piece.”

Duo reluctantly nodded his head. “So, now what?”

“We should move on,” said Wufei, brushing off his pants. “The sooner we can find Mundus within this dratted castle, the better.”

“And before it gets dark,” said Trowa cryptically.

If those marionettes appeared at daylight, they did not want to know what came out at night. They rushed down a single dim corridor, their footsteps noiseless against the soft red carpeting. They stopped when they reached a pair of doors on their left and what looked like a tombstone on their right. The words on the tombstone were written in some foreign, guttural language that looked both sinuous and evil. Trowa pointed his thumb towards the door and raised his eyebrow.

“Naaaah,” they all said and ran past the creepy looking tombstone and doors. Double doors were not on their good side right now. What with the tombstone right across, the whole setup looked like some hokey trap.

They continued along the dark corridor until they reached the very end where they met…another pair of double doors.

“Okay,” said Duo. “Now, this is beginning to suck.” On their right was a statue of a woman being…impaled by a sword. “Oh, my god.”

Wufei ran up to the statue and looked up. As if it was a museum display, a plaque at the base of the statue said: “The weak shall give their heart and swear their eternal loyalty to me.”

As Wufei read the words, he unthinkingly grabbed the sword from the woman’s chest and pulled. It wouldn’t budge an inch.

“What a pity,” said Wufei, admiring the dragon on the hilt. “Well, at least I know I’m not weak.” Meanwhile, Trowa had opened the pair of double doors and went in.

They were in some sort of library. Wufei held his nose and resisted the urge to sneeze. “This is useless. What are we going to find in here?” He sneezed.

Without listening, Trowa made one of his acrobatic flips and landed on a balcony up above. Duo and Wufei rolled their eyes and took the stairs up.

They found Trowa fingering a shotgun. “Now, this is more like it,” said Duo, looking down the barrel as Trowa experimentally pointed it at him. His grin drooped a little as Trowa released the safety latch.

“Behind you,” Trowa said quietly.

Without hesitation, Duo ducked and rolled out of the way. He gasped.

A skeletal being wearing a big, dark cloak was floating just centimeters from where he had been. The boys all gazed at it in awe until it let out the creepiest, shrill cackle.

“They are laughing in my mind,” Wufei said as he clamped his hands above his ears and squeezed his eyes shut. He knelt down.

There were about three of them in the library. Duo saw that they had materialized from the paintings hanging on the wall. The sound of a sharp blade swishing through the air was heard as the new beings took out their weapons.

They were gigantic scythes. And one of them was about to lope Duo’s head off. How ironic, he thought.

Trowa took aim, and carefully pulled the trigger.

Heero and Quatre finally made it up the stairs that Duo, Wufei and Trowa had traveled just half an hour earlier.

“Hang in there, Heero,” Quatre said, Heero’s bloody arm across his shoulder. Across Quatre’s other shoulder were a couple of scimitars that he had collected from the battle downstairs.

After Heero got cut down, Quatre had thrown back scimitar after scimitar until all of those marionette thingies were chopped into splinters. He had never fought so hard for his life or for the life of his friends. He sighed and took a kerchief and mopped his forehead. He hoped he never had to do that ever again.

“I’m all right,” Heero said tightly, standing up on wobbly legs. Then he marched wobbly off.

Quatre rolled his eyes. It looks like he would have to be Heero’s bodyguard from now on. He wished he had his goggles on. They gave him something to fiddle with when he was nervous. Of course, he wasn’t going to be telling anybody THAT anytime soon.

They stopped in front of a pair of double doors with a tombstone right across. Without heeding the tombstone, Heero tiredly pressed on the door handle and went right in. He had apparently forgotten about how the previous pair of double doors had gotten them into battle in the first place. Talk about short-term memory.

Quatre looked at the tombstone doubtfully. This entire castle seemed to be littered with evil omens. He quickly followed through the doors after Heero.

 The doors quietly clicked and locked behind them.

“There, there now,” Duo said, sitting on a balcony ledge, his legs swinging out. Beside him, the being with the scythe huddled beside him, crying its eye sockets out.

Wufei stared down at the pathetic scene, arms crossed. “How in the world did we ever become friends with a demon?”

“Shhhh…” Duo said, finger across his lips. “She doesn’t like being called that.”

“She?” The tendons on Wufei’s neck began to bulge. “Since when did that demonic being become a ‘she’?!”

“Oh, look, you started her crying again. There, there. By the way, her name is Sin Scythe.”

“Well, that’s pretty obvious from the look of IT,” Wufei said. He began pacing around the library.

Trowa’s shotgun lay on his lap, unused. The two other Sin Scythes had gathered around Trowa and were examining his shotgun, chittering in excitement. Their spindly hands went right through the gun, being transparent. Trowa shivered and hugged the gun closer to him.

“Ah, so you guys don’t like the Sin Scissors, huh? Oh? They order you around? Jot that down,” Duo whispered on an aside to Wufei. “Sin Scissors. And Mundus has now made you guys work together, huh? Man, I hate Mundus too. And I never even met the guy!” Duo and the Sin Scythes were quickly bonding.

“This is so ridiculous,” Wufei said for the tenth time. “These are supposed to be our enemies.”

“Well, they’re the only beings who know their way around the castle and we need all the help we can get!”

Wufei fumed but reluctantly agreed. Against the far wall, Trowa had shrugged himself up into a ball while the two Sin Scythes were invisibly playing with his hair.

“Wow, really? This is for me? Thanks!” Duo took up the Sin Scythe’s scythe and nearly loped Wufei’s ponytail off.

“Hey, don’t forget whose side you’re on,” Wufei said, brushing the back of his neck. His hairs were standing on end.

“Ooooh, this blade is sharp,” Duo said, nicking himself on the finger. Standing up, he took the scythe by its handle and started whirling it around in big arcs, then faster and faster. He let go. “Wheeeee!”

Everyone, including the Sin Scythes, ducked as Duo’s new gift hurled through the air and thunked into a bookshelf opposite. All of the volumes 5 inches thick got cut neatly in half.

“Hehe, looks like I gotta practice,” said Duo, grinning apologetically.

“Let’s go,” Trowa said from his little corner. The Sin Scythes hanging beside him looked a little sad. They wanted him to stay. They had never met a more interesting human being (wow, Trowa, of all people!).

Far away, Duo was struggling to yank his newfound scythe out of the bookshelf.

Quatre and Heero sat by the fountain and were drinking water. Who knew that going through those doors would bring them into a little tropical paradise! The enclosed courtyard with its freshly bubbling fountain in the middle was overgrown with plants and vines. While Heero cleaned up his wounds, Quatre snapped a few more pictures, just for memory. He wished the other boys were here. He wondered if they passed by here.

Something was watching the two boys from the shadows. How dare these intruders disrupt the castle. There they were, frolicking in the water. Mundus would not be pleased. Moving from shadow to shadow, the catlike being hugged the pillars and moved closer and closer.

Heero sniffed. “We’re not alone.”

“They’re here?” Quatre said excitedly, looking around for the other boys.

Without turning around, Heero held out his arm and shot a bullet into the shadows. A howling scream emerged from one of the pillars. Whoever it was stepped out.

It was hard to distinguish in the shadows, but a black-shaped animal, kinda like a panther rolled out. Its skin kept shifting, as if its body was made of a mix of spikes and jelly, and its skin was darker than the deepest night.

Without word, Heero jumped into the air and swung himself onto a second floor balcony. Since Quatre couldn’t do that, he looked back and forth across the courtyard, trying to find something with which to block himself. There wasn’t much. The panther thing stalked closer towards him, thinking he was easy prey.

“Run,” said Heero, aiming with his gun.

Quatre didn’t have to be reminded twice. Wrapping the camera strap around his arm, Quatre ran around in circles for his life.

With Quatre acting as the reluctant bait, Heero fired rapidly down into the courtyard like a sniper. The panther-shadow creature looked up, distracted. Its body bubbling in anger, one portion of its body spread upwards until it ended in a sharp point which extended directly for Heero.

Heero rolled out of the way as the panther’s body spiked the point at which his head had just been. Missing, the panther retracted its body and shape-changed again, preparing to re-spike Heero.

Quatre threw his scimitars from far off. His exquisite aim buried the scimitars deep in the panther’s body and blood spurted forth. Quatre made a grossed-out face and hesitated on throwing another scimitar. Slaughtering animals wasn’t exactly on his category of good things. Even if they were demonic.

Heero ducked and rolled and continued shooting. With Quatre’s scimitars buried in its body, the creature became a little slower and less accurate with its blade-like weaponry. Heero somersaulted down and aimed one shot directly at its head.

The creature’s body seemed to split open down the middle and a glowing blue ball emerged from its body.

“My life…” the creature purred as it lay dying. Without remorse, Heero took one last shot and aimed it for the blue ball.

The ball made the sound of glass as it shattered. Then the creature melted into the ground and disintegrated, like all other things in this place.

“What was that?” Quatre asked, running over. His scimitars lay discarded on the ground, buried in nothing.

Heero shrugged. He went over to the fountain and continued washing the blood from his skin.

It just occurred to Quatre that he had forgotten to snap a picture. Darn it!

When Trowa, Duo and Wufei left the library, three curious Sin Scythes in tow, they ran into none other than…Dante.

“Hey, Dante, what’s up? Look who we’ve met.” Duo was about to introduce his three new friends but Wufei hushed him. He gestured towards Dante.

All six of them watched as Dante became mesmerized by the statue of the woman with the sword buried in her chest. “Alastor,” they all heard Dante say.

The Sin Scythes were getting riled up. This was the man that Mundus had sent them to slay. They unsheathed their scythes.

“No,” Duo said, making them put their scythes away. “Dante is our friend.”

The Sin Scythes reluctantly retracted their scythes and faded away into the wall. Wufei raised an eyebrow.

“They’re upset, is all,” Duo said, shrugging. “They’ll be back.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of,” Wufei said quietly.

“Look,” said Trowa.

The sword in the statue seemed to be glowing blue. Even as the three G-Boys watched, the sword grew brighter and brighter. It began to shake within the stone.

“It wants to come out!” said Wufei, not believing his eyes.

With a motion too fast to see, the sword whipped out of its place in the stone and slammed down point first right into Dante’s chest. Dante fell to the ground, blood flowing freely where the sword had completely impaled him.

“Not this again,” Duo said, rolling his eyes. In a little corner, Trowa started vomiting. The three Sin Scythes cautiously poked their heads out from the wall, trying to reassure Trowa in their chittering, demonic language.

Duo and Wufei waited impatiently for Dante to come to life. This was becoming so routine now. They waited. And waited.

“Do you think he’s really dead?” Duo whispered when they had waited for more than a minute. Dante was really losing a lot of blood. The gooky red gunks had already begun to coagulate on the stone flooring.

“I don’t know, but if he doesn’t come to life soon, there is going to be a terrible mess that we’ll have to clean up.”

“Whaddaya mean, ‘we’? You’re cleaning it up.”

“No, you are.”

“No, you!”

“You!”

Dante slowly raised a hand for silence and Duo and Wufei screamed. That was by far the scariest thing that they had encountered today.

Closing his eyes and concentrating, Dante slowly raised his body up.

“Um…maybe we should remove the blade first,” said Wufei, eyebrow raised.

Dante seemed lost in a trance. As he raised his body higher, blade still stuck to the floor, more blood began running down the sword. When his chest met the hilt, he stopped.

“Oh, gross, don’t tell me….” Duo looked away.

With one hard lunge, Dante’s chest passed through the large hilt and they could all hear a ripping sound. In his corner, Trowa started retching again.

Wufei watched all this with owl eyes. “Incredible.”

Dante seemed to catch himself, then whirled around. His chest seemed to be completely repaired. In one motion, he kicked the sword into the air where it flew up and shattered the stained glass on the ceiling. Then he caught the hilt as it landed and made these slashing motions in the air in front of him. If Duo didn’t know better, he would have thought that Dante was showing off.

“Is that…is that Alastor?” Wufei asked, first to go over.

Dante didn’t seem to recognize him and nearly cut Wufei in half when he came to himself. Wufei saw that Dante’s eyes had glowed blue for just a second.

“Yes,” said Dante, putting the sword away when he realized that something was in his way. He took out his old sword, Force Edge, and handed it to Wufei. “Looks like I won’t be needing this anymore.”

The weight of Force Edge nearly dragged Wufei down but, after a couple of swings, he gradually got used to its balance. “Thank you,” Wufei said, bowing. “I will take care of it.”

“Um….Can someone help Trowa? I think he passed out.”

Everyone looked over at the tall boy who, after seeing that horrendous scene of Dante and his sword, lost his consciousness. The Sin Scythes began chittering worriedly, looking back and forth at each other.

“He’ll be fine,” said Dante. “Meanwhile, I’m going to go back and investigate the castle. You boys go on ahead.”

“Where ahead?” asked Duo. “We’re at a dead end—“ Duo stopped when he gaped at the statue of the woman formerly impaled. The statue had disappeared. In its place were a pair of double doors (ah! Not again!) with a pattern of the Judge of Death engraved on them. Death’s skull looked down upon them and grinned.

“Did you see that?” asked Duo, whirling around. “Did YOU see that?”

Dante had gone. Duo groaned. “Why does everything keep disappearing?”

Wufei shrugged, carrying his new sword. “Shall we move on?”

“Yes,” said Trowa right behind them.

Duo screamed and ran right through the doors of Death.

“What did I do?” Trowa asked.

What horrors lay behind the double (AH!) doors of the Judgement of Death? Will Duo survive? Will Heero slaughter more animals? And, most importantly, what is up with Dante and his gross-out resurrection scenes? Discover more gory details as the boys delve deeper into Mundus' castle in the next chapter of *dramatic music* the Devil May Cry crossover! 

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