entrancelogs | walter and dante [incomplete]

The devil in red had made his way downstairs, and outside; of course, as usual, making sure to be fashionably late.

On his back, Rebellion... to which Vergil had retrieved for him earlier on, and also, Ebony and Ivory rested in their hoisters.

He did say that Walter could not use any weapons... but that did not mean Dante couldn't use any. Besides.. Walter was so sure he couldn't die, what was he to worry about?

He was outside now, wandering around... Lake.. Lake.. where the fuck was the lake.. the late teen idly scratched his head; looking left and right, before he caught glimmer in a slight distance of what seemed to be... water?

Yes. Yes it was. And near it, stood a lone figure.

Sullivan.

He cautiously marched up to the man, not smiling, not throwing a snarky remark, not doing any of the sort. Just frowning heavily at him.

"So you showed up~" He said darkly. "Where's your mom? You got that freak-ass thing hiding somewhere here?" He was on guard. Of course he was, Walter scared the shit out of him... but that was the whole reason he was here. No one scares the shit out of Dante Sparda. No one. He would solve this. He would kill Sullivan. End of story.

Ah, there he is. Honestly, part of Walter expected Dante to back out of this.

But he didn't. How impressive.

He smiles that smile and shakes his head. "It's cute you think I need her. Quite frankly, I do not."

His world revolved around Mother once. No longer.

Walter holds up a stop watch. "Five minutes. I promise you this, no more and no less. Do you think that's enough time, or will you beg for more?"

Dante scoffed at him; giving him a sarcastic stare as he took glance of that smile. Fucking creepy as usual. Still though, how bold it was of him to live up to his deal... really, is this guy serious?

He knew well Walter was out of his damn tree... but to sit here for five minutes and let Dante do whatever he wanted to him..?

... do whatever he wanted to him... hmmmm....

Dante shook his head abruptly. No. This is fucking Sullivan. He wasn't going to do... anything weird.

A gun made its way out of its hoister as he twirled it around his finger. "You sure about this, human? Because you know..." He stopped twirling it and held it straight in the direction of Walter's skull. "I won't hesitate to kill you. Not after what you've done to me." Dante wasn't really a killer... but Walter killed him first.

This... was payback.

He laughs softly.

"Creatures like you are so naive. Humanity is no longer within my fingers, you see."

Walter holds out the stopwatch, and smiles calmly at Dante.

Five minutes -- it begins.

"Well, now. Make the best of your time."

Walter has no fear. He simply stares at Dante, completely expecting him to shoot.

His stare seems to practically dare him to.

The devil takes no extra time in shooting the handgun~ and proceeds to do so, three times, straight at Walter's head.

Five whole minutes to himself, and he decides to try and kill him right away... how merciful. But really, Dante wasn't here to torture him, he wasn't some sick freak who takes pleasure in that kind of shit, but he just wanted to kill him. Show him that he could fight back.

... or something of that nature.

He doesn't try to avoid it. That smile stays, even as he's shot in the head, three times, blood splattering in different directions.

And his body falls back.

For a moment, it seems as if Dante's succeeded...

Until Walter rises to his knees, the holes in his skull repairing themselves. He waits until he's completely healed, then he grins, cracking his neck.

"Try again," he says.

He scowls.

What.. the fuck...

Walter fucking healed. Just like Dante would if he were shot. But.. but no way Walter was a devil like he was...

... was he?

Dante put the gun back into his hoister, letting out a small, annoyed "..ohhkay..." to himself just before he grabs the carved hilt of Rebellion.

Fucker. He thinks he so tough.

Dante treads forth; dragging the sword low and letting sparks fly over the ground along with stirring dust before he lifts it parallel to the earth; only to soon after thrust it forward. Trademark stinger. Right towards Walter's chest.

This would do it... no doubt. Dante was feeling pretty confident about this one...

He doesn't move. He completely accepts the blow.

To be sure, it does hurt. Walter can still feel pain. He still bleeds. He jerks a moment at the sword -- feeling it stab through flesh and organs and arteries.

Blood dribbles down his lip and staining his coat.

He smiles at Dante.

"Are you finished...?" Slowly, Walter lifts up his hands, as if in offering. "Not feeling very dead yet..."

Dante leaves the sword deep inside him as he stumbles back, stupefied.

.... Is this a trick? If it were, it was a really fucking good one.

Or maybe... maybe Walter wasn't.. human.

Dante's expression didn't last, however. He soon became... angry.

"You think this is funny?" He growls, bearing teeth, before he approaches Walter once more and grabs the sword's hilt, twisting it around, pulling in and out and literally tearing poor Walter's chest to ribbons using brute force.

"Because of you..." He started furiously. "Because of you, Vergil thinks I'm a fucking baby." the devil then tore the sword out of his chest, lowering it to the ground in yet another fighting stance. "You know how long it took me to gain his respect? Only to have it all be lost again?" Gain his respect. Vergil never really truly showed him respect... but he knew for a fact that the little three day incident made Vergil think he was even less competent than before. And that... that alone would take ages to fucking fix.

Walter stumbles back, feeling how essentially his torso is maimed. Organs hang out, blood splashes--

At first, it hurts and he groans, but it passes as his body recollects itself.

He doesn't stay injured for long.

He lifts is head, then smirks at Dante. "You're pitiful, if you think that I'm going to give you any sort of sympathy. I don't care about your problems. After all, everything that's happened to you... it is because of the unfortunate choices you've made. Karma, if you will."

Walter points to himself. "I will accept that I am a monster. And I will accept that what I did to you was horrible. But I will never feel bad about it~ Because I know you're a monster, too. Monsters like us deserve what we get."

The stopwatch beeps.

"Time's up, Dante."

He smiles at him. "You can run if you want. I won't tell anyone."

And Walter calmly approaches Dante.

He hears the beeping.. and it easily was adding to his frustration.

Dante was still having a hard time believing that... he couldn't kill this guy in five minutes.

He doesn't move, however. Dante never backs down from a fight. Especially one he's picked. He wasn't a puss... even if.. this guy did scare him... a lot.

Adrenaline flowed through his body as his skin began to harden in random patches. He could feel his blood boiling at the sight of this man.

"What are you?" Dante let out to him, maintaining his ground.

"Hmm?" Walter absently dusts himself off, in spite of the blood sticking to him. He slowly approaches Dante, but looks curiously at the skin oddly changing on Dante's body.

What's this, then?

"I'm a monster," Walter explains simply. "I am what I've made myself. What more must you know?"

He points at Dante. "Hmm, this is a first. What are you doing?"

Dante ignores his question as he slowly feels the flesh upon his back begin to tear from under his coat, while his fingertips started to blacken; breaking apart and arching out large scythe-like claws... He was slowly triggering- but not driven to the point where he had done so completely; still maintaining somewhat, for the most part; a human form.

"... a-a monster.." He trailed off idly; stepping towards Walter; sword still tight in his hand. "You heal like me because you're a monster..? What the hell sense does that even make?!" He was growing very... very tired of these head games.

He swings the weapon quickly in line of attack at Walter; almost mindlessly.

Dante wasn't afraid anymore. He was now pissed.

"Mmm, no. I don't heal like you. I don't have your weakness. You could carve out my heart, stab it all you'd like -- I won't die."

Walter smirks. "You, on the other hand... I know your weakness. That gives me the advantage, if I so wish."

The attack strikes, and he stumbles back, the blood splattering on the grass -- but his injuries seal back up and he holds still for a moment.

"I will fight you -- with none of my weapons that you're so afraid of."

Suddenly, Walter moves -- and not in any human way. He's a shadowy blur, moving in a streak so that he's suddenly behind Dante.

He hisses into the devil's ear, "Boo."

And Walter moves to impale his fist into Dante's back, to dig into flesh and grab for his spine.

"Bastard!" Dante let out a hiss as his spine was grabbed; scowling as he turned his arm back towards Walter (but still facing away from him; he wasn't in a very good spot to be moving abruptly) and fired his handgun sparattically; hoping that one of these shots would get this fucking man off of him.

He wasn't going down so easily this time. Not again...

Walter bursts out laughing; it doesn't sound calm or even that gentle. It's simple, yet maddening somehow, how stilted it sounds, yet how amused he intones.

He grins, even as his arm is shot off and he stumbles away from Dante; he begins to regenerate as he turns and kicks at the back of Dante's head.

"I am, didn't I tell you?"

He was sure he shot him... he was so fucking sure...

And yet Walter didn't die.

It was when he took the blow to the back of the head, Dante soon realized that he wasn't going to win with Walter. This guy.. was inhuman.

But oh how that infuriated him.

Dante didn't lose. Dante never loses. And he wasn't about to fucking lose to this... this maniac!

He hit the ground with a harsh thud; and that was it- that was all it took.

A horrible, ugly organic sound was made as his spine had then split in two, his body in whole shuddering as skin broke and dark, rigid scales from underneath began to expand- red volts of energy flashed about here and there.. It wasn't too much longer before his face had broken apart; and his whole body had just morphed... taking on the form of a full monster.

It gracelessly picked itself up and hissed at Walter.

"SSSSSSSSsSulLLIVAn."

Well. This was... rather unexpected.

He pauses a moment and peers at the monstrous form of Dante, tilting his head. Mostly, he's just curious. Hardly frightened.

"Hm," he muses. He faintly recalls this form, if only due to the... scenes he was given to watch by the Holy Mother and Valtiel before, but those memories aren't quite so vivid. They aren't his own, nor did he see with his own eyes.

Regardless, he remembers.

Then he smirks.

"Are you going to keep trying to kill me? That's so very ... charming."

No answer. No, instead, it lunges at Walter, tongue hanging out rather doggishly as it extends its claws out at him, desiring to tear away at his flesh and muscle around Walter's upper abdomen.

Logic is distorted in devils' brains. If the prey is barbarically torn to a thousand shreds, then there's no way it could fight back- weither its actually alive or not. Point blank, as of now it wanted nothing more than to draw blood. The more, the better.

He could tell, the way the devil was moving. Walter's seen the actions in monsters before, and this is... well, a bit more unpredictable.

He moves in that shadowy blur again, moving out of the way of the attack and moving himself to shift behind Dante instead.

"A little more dangerous this way, aren't you?" he purrs. "A bit unfair, but I'll take it."

Walter thrusts his hands out, intending to plunge his hands into the devil's back. It'll take... more effort, considering the scale shell this monster retains.

The devil is left in a stupor for a minute... trying to register where it was Walter had gone to... But within a second, it immediately picked up his scent, as it heard Walter's voice. A taunting tone.

"SSSSShhhhgnnnn." It gurgled in some sort of disapproving reply, rather irritated as Walter's hand made way onto its back. Rigid, razor-sharp scales in subconscious defense arched out, trying to cut into anything that had malicious intent towards the exterior of its body; Dante had completely lost hold of Rebellion earlier, so the devil used the next best thing to retaliate with.

It's teeth of course. And thus, it's body whipped around near instantly; the devil then moving to bite down onto Walter's extended arm brutally- tongue swirling out to try and taste any blood drawn.

Well. This is most definitely different than usual.

He blinks as his flesh is dug into -- then snarls at Dante as his arm is torn into, his blood being tasted.

"Though I am a monster, at least I am not a mindless one like you," Walter says flatly.

Without another word, he twists his arm, not caring how badly he mangles it as he tears away from Dante. It's barely holding together as it is, but it's regenerating, slowly.

"I wonder. Is your heart vulnerable in this form, too, Dante?"

He smiles wickedly, then moves again, circling around to attempt to attack from behind, to tear into his back. It's a slower way to the heart, but he doesn't mind so much.

After all, only one of them can die.

But Dante does, admittedly, have the upper-hand.

The arm was instantly torn away from Dante, a few teeth being left within it from the pull. Not that it mattered to the demon much, for new ones just pushed forward in the lost ones' places.

Vision doubled over slightly, evidence that the trigger wouldn't last too much longer; Dante only had so much energy to sustain this form... and it was already overly taxing his body, being Walter was not a quick or easy one to do away with in the least..

This time it was not quick enough to react as a hand is jived into the shell of its back, scales moving out once more- but the devil screeches at successful infiltration, thrashing slightly; continuing to feel its energy slowly drain out in the sudden stirr.

Although Walter has no problem getting his own hands torn up -- practically torn apart, really -- to dig into Dante's back, there's only so long he can stay on there while the devil tries to throw him off.

Eventually, the monster succeeds; Walter is tossed away and he goes flying several feet until he hits the ground violently.

His neck snapped on the way, but Walter sets it right before he starts to get back on his feet, slowly.

But by the time Walter had returned to his feet, Dante stumbled backwards.. losing the last bit of muster left of his Devil Trigger... he let out a gurgled hiss as the as the scales formed back into soft flesh, rigid thorns falling and fading down into silver hair...

Within moments, Dante was human again. Breathing harshly to try and regain his breath from the sudden shape-shifting... of all fucking times..

He looked over at Walter, panting harshly, still on high defense as he watched him approach once more rather morbidly.

Walter.. was still walking...? After Dante had triggered... and attacked him.

It was then... at that very moment... it hit him.

He.. he wasn't going to win. No matter what.

No... Not again.. he didn't want to die again... he didn't need that humiliation a second time.

"Wh... wait.."

The last bit of broken flesh and bones set themselves right. Walter smiles calmly at Dante, his fingers twitching.

He intends to continue, but he pauses at the request.

"Wait?"

Walter smirks. "Why?"

He looked towards Walter and stepped back, breathing still a bit labored... maybe out of fear? It could have been.

"... I don't.. I don't wanna fight you any..anymore." He let out, still withdrawing. It was hard for him to say, for his pride was thick and often lead him to making stupid decisions.. but now? Logic had outweighed pride.. for once.

"Hm?"

He smiles darkly. "So do you finally understand, Dante? You can't kill me."

Dante hasn't the knowledge, nor the capability to.

"I hope this has been... a valuable lesson to you."

He feel silent.

A lesson? What sort? To prove that he couldn't die? Was that it? For all this shit Dante had put Walter through, he was just trying to prove his point...?

How.. bizarre.

"You mean... you let me have at you... just to prove that... you can't die?" he asked somewhat softly.

"but... why?"

"Doesn't it just kill you, to know that you can't defeat me, Dante? Your poor ego."

Walter smiles at him. "Unlike you, I can't die. I have no vulnerability. You... on the other hand... Well."

Walter wants Dante to keep on fearing him.

For good.

"If you feel you're finished, go on then. We will go our separate ways."

A man that couldn't die..

"But... how...? You're a human!" Dante was sure of it! Walter had a human scent for the most part... so he honestly couldn't understand it.

How?

"Didn't I tell you? I'm a monster."

Walter turns and gathers up his weapons again, neatly setting away his gun and holding the Sword of Obedience in his hand.

"Of course... I wasn't always a monster."

He smiles calmly. "The means, of course... I see no reason to enlighten you."

He turns and walks away from Dante.

Through all of the hatred he felt for Walter, Dante's expression slackened, his shoulders falling helplessly limp.

For that brief moment there.. the devil couldn't help but... feel sorry for him. Walter too knew how it felt to not be able to die when normal circumstances would require so. To be torn limb from limb, and deal with all sorts of suffering, yet not be given the relief of death.

And Walter too... viewed himself as a monster.

Dante realized.. though he'd never admit it aloud.. how.. similar he and Walter were.

"Sullivan.." He mindlessly said aloud, watching him turn his back.

walter and dante [incomplete]

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[ooc: lame, short post. v_v; ]

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