+ DREAM CATCHER II ~ Part II +
This was a gift fic / art trade (see the Gift Art section of jack.pot for the artwork that was exchanged for this fic). Angel of Kitty Kafe supplied the plotmeat for this story and I wrapped prose around the spine. The OC Remus belongs to Kitty Kafe, not to me or to Capcom. The story assumes the reader to already be familiar with Calico's Undertow. The OC Daemon belongs to me, not to Capcom. The story assumes the reader to already be familiar with Domitus. This is the sequel to Dream Catcher.
Disclaimer: Devil May Cry characters belong to Capcom and are being used and abused in naughty ways without permission. Original characters
are the property of Kitty Kafe & kidavi.
Warnings: This fanfiction is rated NC-17 for extreme adult content and contains the following:
heavy abuse, gratuitous violence / gore, guro, yaoi, brutal rape, bondage, tentacles, and some foul language. If these things bother you, DO NOT READ ON!
Daemon hissed angrily as he relinquished his prey to face the demon king. He was distinctly aware of the goatling's superior strength, and admittedly he had been hoping to finish business here before Remus arrived. His scaled lips parted into a grim smile— it had been a naïve hope, after all.
For a brief moment, he wondered if Remus would be willing to talk first, but a flash of fire and the hiss of melting ice dispelled that thought. He gathered his twin tails beneath his body as the goatling leapt from the catwalk. The ice shattered beneath his weight as he landed, shards skittering every which way. His enormous hooves clacked on the broken tiles as he stood to full height, arms outstretched. Bright flames wound up his biceps and curled over his shoulders, wreathing him in a scorching glow.
The goat-devil's jaw gaped and his sonorous laughter reverberated through the hall. He shifted one ponderous leg forward as lava boiled from his palms. Daemon felt a searing heat singe his cheek as he slid sideways to dodge the hurled fireballs. He coiled his tails into a spring and lunged toward the goat-king in the space between attacks.
Remus raised an arm to deflect the first swipe of Daemon's claws. The younger demon twisted an iron tail around the goatling's thigh in an attempt to topple him. He knew that Remus easily outweighed him, and he felt no surprise when the oily leg remained stoic and unmoved. With unnatural speed, the goat-king wrapped thick fingers around his throat. He felt the first pricklings of panic as they crushed the air from him.
In slight desperation, Daemon extended his razor-thin talons to their full length and slid them between the gaps in Remus' bone-plated armor. They buried themselves deep in leathery flesh and the goatling grunted and released him. Daemon slid away and hunched on the ice, panting slightly to catch his breath.
He barely had time to raise his head before his eyes bulged in shock. Dark blood foamed from his nose and lips as he pitched forward, his cheek coming to rest against Remus' coarse chest. The goat-king's arm had plunged straight through his torso. He could feel the demon's hand protruding from his back, directly between his wings. Numbing agony spread through him and his strength fled. His body sagging, he watched blood-coated scales flake off his flesh and collect on the floor. Spined wings crumpled to dust against his back and the muscular coils of his tails contracted to reform legs.
Daemon's knees buckled weakly as the appendage in his chest shrank as well— Remus had returned to human form with him. He staggered as the goatling king wrenched his arm free in a shower of black blood. Clutching his ribs, Daemon dropped to one knee and lifted his chin to gaze up at Remus.
A thin smile played about the corners of the goat-king's mouth. He delicately licked Daemon's blood from his fingertips. “I have to thank you,” he said, “for bringing the dead halfling's body here. Saves me a lot of trouble.”
Every breath drew fire into Daemon's lungs as he struggled back to his feet, still panting hard. “You... aren't going to kill me?” he asked. He pressed his hand hard against his chest, feeling his organs writhe as they attempted to reknit.
Remus' laughter was scornful. “Why should I? You're a waste of my time, you shit. I let you have your fun, and now it's my turn.” His honey-gold eyes slid past the injured demon to rest on Dante's unconscious form.
A twisted smile curled Daemon's lips back. “Fine then,” he murmured breathlessly. “But we'll meet again— that is, if you don't have an unfortunate accident while playing with your dangerous pet.”
Remus returned the visceral grin, his handsome face lit with dark delight. “I look forward to it then,” he smirked as Daemon turned to leave.
A silken voice was purring in his ear. “Wake up, sweets,” it said as he teetered at the brink of consciousness. He did not want to wake to that voice and he kept his eyes closed, trying to entice his senses back into darkness. “I know you're awake, darling. You should thank me for saving you from being fucked to death.” The voice thrummed with low delight and Dante grimaced as sensation ebbed back into his limbs. Gradually, he became aware that his body was held upright by strong arms twined about his waist. “Shit...” His voice cracked. Dull pains hammered between his ears as a hazy room swam into focus. Carved white ice, a tall window with pearl-gray light spilling through it... gossamer curtains framing a four-posted bed. “What the fuck...” he muttered thickly, his tongue parched and slow. Clearly a room in the dead palace, but he was having trouble rescuing thoughts from the train wreck in his head. He tried to gather enough of his wits to make an assessment. The tattered vestiges of his vest and jacket were gone, but the shifting of leather against his thighs told him his pants were still intact and back on his body. A numbed chill in his feet indicated missing boots and he gave a half-hearted struggle against the strong arms wrapped around his waist. His captor laughed softly. “I've missed you, darling,” he purred, his lips brushing Dante's temple as he caressed his throat. He ran his tongue along Dante's jawline and the hunter stiffened. His breath was uneven and his hands shook, his body struggling to overcome lingering hurt. “Remus...” he whispered, half to himself, half to the demon cradling him. “That's right, dear,” came the reply. “I've been looking forward to playing again.” Remus clamped a hand around Dante's neck and milked a wet cough from his throat. “Perhaps we should return to the club? I love having you to myself, but every now and then I feel like showing off a bit. Although” —he cupped Dante's chin and tilted his head back until it rested against his shoulder— “your brother's soul, I'm afraid, would not survive the journey back through the portal.” “Fuck... you...” Dante rasped, his eyes rolling beneath half-closed lids. His limbs were leaden and Remus' firm grip was all that supported him. The goatling king chuckled. “You are just too precious,” he murmured. “I get so fucking hard just thinking about you and that dirty little mouth of yours... and your tight little asshole.” He punctuated the last words by shoving a hand down the waistband of Dante's pants, splitting the seams easily. “I love you so much, sweets,” Remus continued as the hunter gasped and tried to pull out of his grasp. “You're a virgin every time. That wonderful demon blood that heals your soft human flesh...” His fingers trekked downward as Dante writhed. “I tear you open again and again, and you're always ready for more.” His groping fingers found the entrance and stroked gently before shoving inside. Dante's eyes sprang wide and he choked, fighting to raise his head and pull away. The goat-king pressed a hand to his sweat-glossy face, pinning his skull against a firm shoulder. “You don't want to anger me, darling,” he whispered, his soothing tone laced with mockery. “Don't you want to know what's become of your dear brother?” Dante hissed and continued to twist, his damp palms slipping on Remus' arms as he clawed to get free. “Fuck you!” he spat acidly. “You sent me here just so you could play some morbid game? And you told that asshole where—” Remus seized his jaw and jammed it shut. Dante's teeth were driven through his tongue, his furious scream muffled by an iron hand. Remus wrenched his fingers, bending them sideways inside the hunter's objecting cavity. Dante's spine curved against him and he raised his arms to tear at the hand covering his mouth. “That's right, darling, a game,” Remus chuckled. “You're just too easy to toy with.” He added a third finger and Dante moaned beneath his hand. Blood from his bitten tongue was slicking Remus' palm against his lips. His toes curled as the goatling king hooked the rim of his hole and tore the newly healed flesh. “I saved you, you ungrateful little shit,” continued Remus, affection juxtaposing his words. He shoved his blood-oiled fingers into the tight passage until they were buried up to the palm. Dante's body had gone rigid, his nails scrabbling uselessly at the hand covering his mouth. “Are you going to be civil to me, dear?” Remus asked, spiraling his fingers roughly before releasing Dante's jaw. Dante gasped and fought to rediscover his voice as Remus worked in and out of his torn hole. “V... Vergil...” he panted between the harsh strokes, his hands dropping limply to his sides. “Where's Vergil...? What happened to...” his voice dissolved into a choked whisper as Remus spread his fingers, cruelly widening the bloodied orifice. Dante could feel the viscous liquid beginning to soak his pants. Remus' low laughter sent thrills of hatred crawling up his spine. “Poor thing,” the goatling whispered, and he leaned forward to mouth the nape of Dante's neck. “You played straight into my hands. That's what I love so much about you...” Slight panic tickled Dante's cerebrum. “Vergil!” he snarled, his newfound voice suddenly strong and bitter. “What did you do with Vergil's soul?” “I killed him, sweets,” replied Remus as he continued to press invading fingers into the captive hunter. “All these years, he's been stealing you away from me. Even dead, he still held your heart. I am afraid I'm prone to violent jealousy—” “You're lying.” Dante's voice had fallen flat and monotonic. The numbness in his own tone surprised him as vile rage flooded his chest. A wave of nausea turned his stomach as Remus chuckled and withdrew his fingers to cradle his ass. “You think so? Killing him was so easy. Like snapping the neck of a newborn. And his blood was the same gorgeous shade as yours...”
Remus grunted suddenly as Dante jerked from his relaxed grip and landed an unexpectedly strong blow to his jaw. He smiled wryly and took a measured step backwards as he thumbed a drop of blood from the corner of his mouth. Without hesitating, Dante spun and kicked him in the chest with a bare foot. Remus staggered slightly, startled by the injured hunter's sudden vivacity. A low growl tore from Dante's throat as he lunged to throw another punch. Remus reflexively grabbed at his wrist, but he missed and felt his teeth cut the inside of his cheek as Dante struck him across the face. The goatling king spat a mouthful of blood on the floor and began to laugh delightedly. Dante's sudden, desperate fury sent arousal spiking straight into his loins, and he roughly seized the hunter's arms. Dante kneed him fiercely in the stomach as he doggedly dragged his struggling prey toward the bed before hurling him down. He climbed atop his body and straddled him, squeezing the trapped halfling's ribs between his knees. Pinning Dante's wrists against the silk bedcovers, he gazed into the hunter's flushed face and met with sudden surprise. Dante's ice-blue eyes stared up at him, wide and piercing. Bright tears clung to his lashes and streamed down his cheeks, although the hunter himself didn't seem aware of them. Remus felt his own expression soften into a pitying half-smile as Dante's labored breathing stretched into the silence. “Poor dear,” he murmured finally, releasing one wrist to brush the tears from Dante's face with the pad of his thumb. The halfling's lip curled back into a pained sneer and Remus smiled gently and bent to kiss his forehead. “I lied. I've tucked dear Vergil away somewhere safe,” Remus breathed into his ear. “You owe me so much, darling. I even collected your brother's body from that demon friend of yours. He saved us some time, didn't he?” Dante shivered as Remus kissed the side of his neck. “This way you won't have to go searching for a temporary vessel for his soul.” He buried his face in Dante's hair and breathed in the tang of sweat and mingled fear and hatred. The feel of silken locks against his cheek wrought the familiar heady arousal. Beneath him, Dante's body twitched once, and then he began to laugh. Remus sat up and watched the hunter's tear-streaked face contort into an unnatural grin. “You... I will fucking kill you,” Dante gasped between chortles. “You fucking goatshit... I will... kill you...” The goatling king smiled fondly and let Dante's threats roll off of him, twisted pleasure spreading into his gut. “I'm sure you will,” he murmured when the laughter finally reduced itself to soft pants. “But I am going to proposition you first.” A cruel smirk spread across his face as he added, “Although you really have no choice but to accept if you expect to see your brother again.” The slightly crazed grin seemed frozen on Dante's lips and he let out a harsh bark of laughter. “You think I can trust you? You think I'll just take your word that Vergil is alive?” he spat. Remus reached down and tangled his fingers in Dante's hair, lifting his head off the bed and watching the tendons in his pale neck stretch and flex. How he loved that neck... “I can show you, sweets, if that will make you feel better.” He released Dante's hair and curled iron fingers around his throat, towing his body upright and dragging him forcefully off the bed. Dante twisted and struggled and Remus responded by tightening his grip. He felt the delicate trachea constrict beneath his hand as the halfling choked. Remus jerked Dante along with him as he strode purposefully across the room and yanked the door open. “I recently acquired a very unique artifact,” he mused to the hunter as they stepped out into the frigid hallway. Pale, wintry light filtered through the windows and bounced off tiny ice crystals suspended in the air. Remus' boots tapped out a brisk cadence as he marched down the passage. Dante's bare feet slapped the cold tiles behind him. “The Dream Catcher is something our clan has used for millennia. I don't find it particularly interesting, although you seemed to,” the goatling continued. Dante remained silent, but Remus felt him swallow beneath his palm. “On the other hand, I plucked up something fantastically wicked,” said Remus. “When we're done with business here, I'll show it to you.” He halted before an ornate door with intricate ice scrolls winding up its edges. An elaborate angel was carved in the center, its wings curled inward. Remus released Dante's throat and watched the hunter. Dante regarded the door noncommittally before frowning suddenly as he noticed the demonic horns curling from the angel's forehead. Remus smiled. “You see how odd this place is,” he murmured before pushing the door open. “It's like a slice of Heaven marooned in Hell. Quite twisted.” He gripped the hunter's elbow and steered him unnecessarily into the room. A vaulted ceiling arched high above them, supported by simple pillars that curved down and rooted themselves firmly in the floor. The ice walls were bare and chipped, and the single window was curtainless. A tall mirror stood in the center of the chamber, decorated in kind with the door; thin scrolls along the bottom with the demon-angel's head affixed to the top. Broad wings feathered out to embrace the edges of the frosted glass. Remus turned to study his captive companion. Dante's face was mask-like and expressionless, his blue eyes narrowed. He stared at the unreflecting mirror for a long moment before turning to meet Remus' gaze. “What is this shit?” His voice was toneless. Remus stepped forward and indicated the mirror. “See for yourself,” he said. Dante glared at him for a hesitant second before turning slowly to stand before the mirror. Remus moved to stand directly behind him. The halfling tensed as the goat-king wrapped long arms around his bare torso. He shivered slightly but did not struggle. As they watched in silence, the surface of the glass heaved and boiled. An image manifested itself into the silver ripples and Remus felt Dante's arm stiffen as his hands curled impulsively into fists. Together, they gazed through the mirror into a stark room. A broad slab of stone slid into focus, slinking demons carved roughly around its base. Vergil's corpse had been laid on the crude altar, one bloodless hand dangling over the edge. In his arms, Dante's body began to tremble. Though Remus couldn't see his face, he knew the hunter's stare had migrated to the iron-wrought cage suspended from the ceiling of the mirrored room. A tiny form was visible between the bars. The wisp of Vergil's soul was pale and unmoving, apparently slumbering. Dante was shaking with suppressed rage as Remus stepped backward away from the mirror, dragging the hunter with him. The silvery image twitched and faded into fog. Dante's chest was heaving beneath Remus' arms and he smiled as he kissed his captive's neck. “Now I want to show you my latest prize,” he whispered, his teeth grazing the hunter's ear. Dante's voice trembled with fury as he lowered his head and hissed, “You bastard, you won't get away with this...” Remus laughed and ran his hands across the smooth planes of Dante's chest. He let his fingers explore the rigid muscles of his abdomen before curling around the waistband of his torn pants. “Ungrateful little fuck,” he purred as he gathered the leather into his hands. “Your other friend seemed put off by your ingratitude as well. Is that something you inherited from daddy, I wonder?” He tore the thick material and let it fall in shreds to the floor. Dante cursed and tried to throw an elbow back into his ribs. Smiling, Remus seized his shoulders and threw him face down onto the ice.
The hunter swore again and barely caught himself before his forehead struck the tile. He turned over and gasped as an enormous hoof planted itself on his chest. Blood pounded in his ears as he glared up the gnarled black leg, its muscles bulging beneath oily hair. “You really are an ugly asshole,” Dante grunted as blood welled up around the sharp edges of the hoof. Remus' laughter was booming and guttural. “Pretty Dante,” he roared, removing his hoof and reaching down to seize the hunter's face. Dante felt the yellowed talons slice his cheeks as he was hauled to his knees. He stilled and closed his eyes as the stench of evil filled his nostrils. The rough hand was pressed tightly against his nose and mouth. Perhaps if he could gather the strength to devil trigger— A ragged gasp worked its way from his throat as the thick fingers ground against his temples. Sharp nails raked across his scalp as the demon threatened to crush his skull. Dante felt Remus draw his body up and he was dragged out of the chamber and back down the castle hallway. Shards of jagged crystal cut his skin as Remus kicked the ice door and shattered it. The Abyss Goat king released him and he slid to the floor and pulled himself backwards on his hands until his spine bumped the four-posted bed. Breathless with anger and some amount of fear, he watched the demon's body shrink. Horns melted into a smooth forehead and fur faded to tawny skin as the goatling returned to human form. Remus stepped forward and knelt between Dante's naked thighs. He cradled his chin and kissed him hard, bruising his mouth as a cool tongue wound between his lips and dove into his throat. He pulled away before Dante gathered the presence of mind to bite him. “Let me show you my little treasure now,” Remus laughed softly. He trailed a forefinger over Dante's slightly parted lips. “I don't give a damn about your toys.” The hunter's tone was glacial, his eyes equally cold. “Give Vergil to me. Return my weapons.” Remus looked almost surprised at his demands, but his face swiftly broke into a familiar cruel smile. Dante glared at him, his fingernails chipping the ice in anger. Helpless rage made him short of breath and he felt his lips curl back in a feral sneer. He jerked his head away as Remus reached out to touch his face again. The goatling's voice was a low growl, laden with threat when he spoke: “You shit, you can't be as stupid as you try to lead me to believe... can you?” Dante winced as Remus seized a fistful of his hair and bent his head back. His mouth fell open as cervical vertebrae grated in protest. “I don't mind fucking you up first if it gets me what I want,” he heard Remus say. There was a clinking of brass followed by slithering leather as the goatling used one hand to remove his belt. Dante raised his arms instinctively to shield his torso as a brisk swish cut the air. There was a crack and a sharp sting across his wrists. “Sometimes I think you actually enjoy this,” said Remus. Dante thought his scalp would rip as he was lifted by his hair and thrown down on the bed. He felt the mattress depress as Remus knelt next to him. “You're a fucking whore for punishment, aren't you, love?” Dante bit his lip as a flurry of blows raised thick welts across his forearms. “Denying me the pleasure of your voice, are you?” Remus' tone was airy as he flipped the belt in his hand and lashed the buckle across Dante's stomach. The hard metal bit into his flesh and he moved his arms to shield his belly. Remus chuckled softly and drew back to strike him across the face. Ushered by demonic strength, the wide buckle tore a hole through his cheek. Dante choked as blood streamed over his teeth and down his throat. Remus leaned forward and placed his mouth over the gash, licking at the flow of copper. At once, he thrust his tongue into the torn flesh and Dante screamed. “That's better,” Remus muttered as he pulled away and wiped blood from his lips with a fingertip. Dante's breath rasped unevenly as he watched the goatling slide off the mattress and bend to collect something from under the bedframe. When he straightened, a large stone chest was cradled in his arms. Remus moved to the foot of the bed before setting the chest upon it. Dante could not see its contents as the goat demon lifted the lid, so he stared at the box itself. Most certainly netherworld-crafted, it gleamed dully with an unnatural light. Coiling snakes were carved in the stone, glittering rubies inlaid for eyes. Dante shuddered involuntarily. He couldn't keep the apprehension from his face as he glanced up at Remus. The goatling king smiled fondly as he drew a length of heavily serrated chain from the chest. Dante gave a slight grimace, but from the uncomfortable writhing in his gut, he knew there were worse things to come. Remus laid the chain on the bed and Dante heard a low, reptilian hiss emanate from the chest. He pulled himself up on his elbows and impulsively drew his knees together as Remus lifted something else from the box, hefting it with a coveting air. Intrigued horror unfurled in Dante's loins as he watched the crimson snake coil about Remus' arms. Its brassy scales glistened and its body was easily the girth of his bicep. Its spade-shaped head was barbed with horns and distinctly dragon-like. Marbled yellow eyes gleamed in its face. “...The fuck...” Dante whispered uncertainly as Remus allowed the creature to slither down to the bed. Its thick coils gathered into a neat circle and it laid motionless but for a flickering tongue. Remus walked slowly to the edge of the bed and sat down. Dante found himself suddenly contemplating the impossibility of devil triggering and attempting to flee. The thought of Vergil stayed him though, and he swallowed. Still struggling with his thoughts, he was barely aware of Remus' sharp motion until a glint of steel caught his eye. The goat-king had thrown a loop of chain over his head and he raised an arm in time to block its constriction about his throat. The loop captured his neck and one wrist. Dante gasped softly as the spikes lacerated his skin. The pain was sharp, but only subtly distracting as Remus tugged him forward. “In the dark language, the name of this snake rolls off the tongue like silk,” Remus murmured as he grasped the hunter's bare hips. Dante recoiled and tried to jerk away, only earning another yank of the chain. Pains jabbed down his neck and his tendons stiffened uncomfortably. “Since you grew up among ignorant human filth, I won't expect you to recognize the name,” Remus continued. His hands snaked around Dante's thighs and the hunter found himself holding his breath. “Anyway, this demon snake is an amazing tool. Insert it into a host and it feeds off demonic blood. Excruciatingly painful, I hear— but in exchange...” Dante gasped as Remus shoved one finger into his unprepared hole. The pain was new and he writhed, the serrated chain sawing into his flesh. “...In exchange, it grants a kind of mind-blowing sexual pleasure that most only dream about.” The finger twisted brutally and was joined by a second. Dante tried to stifle a groan as he panted, “So...? You sick bastard...” Remus grasped his forearm and disentangled his wrist from the chain. Dante felt a mild panic overtake him as the bloodied metal caressed his throat. “I am going to offer you a choice, sweets,” Remus said. He paused to lick the rivulets of blood from Dante's wrist. “After insertion, it takes seven days for this demon snake to take root... if it takes root.” The goat-king smiled. “Always a gamble, but you know I like to take risks. You can take the snake willingly for me now, and perhaps buy some time for your brother— or I can kill Vergil and then force you to take the snake anyway.” Dante felt the chain chew his Adam's apple as he let out a forced laugh. “That's your idea of a choice? You were always a twisted asshole, but this...” He shook his head incredulously and regretted it immediately as the spikes raked his throat. He had to let the pain roll over him in waves before he could speak again. “You're full of shit...” he gasped. Remus laughed and released the hunter's wrist. Enraged humiliation arced down Dante's spine as the goatling suddenly reached down and fisted his flaccid cock. “So you no longer care what happens to Vergil? You can watch through the devil-angel mirror while I maim his corpse and then tear his pretty little soul to shreds— won't that be nice? And then I'll have you all to myself,” Remus said, spreading his fingers in the hunter's widened orifice. He massaged the base of Dante's sex and the hunter squeezed his eyes closed, willing revulsion to overtake the twitching sensitivity stirring in his abdomen. He felt his cheeks burn and he twisted his head in an attempt to evoke distracting pain from the chain around his neck. Relief stole over him when Remus released his barely-hard cock and withdrew his fingers from his dilated hole. He tried to calm his breathing as he glared into Remus' amber eyes. “I'm being extra kind to you, sweets. Thank me.” The serrated chain was drawn tighter over his throat as the goatling casually wrapped the other end around one of the bedposts, cinching it tightly and leaving a length dangling. Remus slid off the bed and stood slowly, regarding Dante's stony gaze for a moment before backhanding him viciously across the face. Spots of light burst beneath the hunter's eyelids as the knuckles cracked his jaw. He struggled to regain his vision as Remus chuckled. “Seems you aren't inclined to agree. In that case...” Dante heard the tapping of brisk heels on the ice tiles as Remus walked toward the doorway. His mouth worked silently a few times before he could push the word off his tongue: “Wait.” Remus stopped and through a spotty haze, Dante saw him turn to lean against the carved frame of the entryway. The devil hunter could feel his splintered jaw mending itself, and it ached dully as he clenched his teeth so hard they ground. “That— thing— what happens if it takes root...?” Remus' laughter was pleased and its smooth lilt caused knots of hatred to twist in Dante's chest. He couldn't meet the goat-king's eyes as he replied, “If it takes root, it controls your body. You become a puppet, and you dance for me in whatever fashion I choose. Makes you into a helpless doll.” He shrugged. “But that's only an if. It may not take root, in which case you simply live a restricted life while it continues to feed you both pain and pleasure.” Dante's strangled laughter echoed hollowly. “And if I agree to this, you'll let Vergil go?” “Did I say that, sweets?” Remus smirked. “No, I'm not making any promises. But I will give you some time. This is the most gracious offer you are going to get, darling, and I suggest you accept.” Dante stared at the goatling king, not really seeing him as his mind worked sluggishly. He knew that he had no choice, but the best he could hope for might be a chance to sneak off and free Vergil... killing Remus was certainly too much to hope for. Seven days... would it be long enough? He chewed his lip absently until Remus shifted in the doorway, his stance betraying a hint of impatience. Dante's tone was dull and listless when he finally spoke. Grim resignation fell like lead into his belly as he muttered, “...Fine.” And Remus smiled.
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