Dante Archer (ithuriel) wrote in thecityofsin, @ 2009-04-21 01:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: dante archer, character: elmira black |
CHAPTER TWO. NARRATIVE: DANTE ARCHER
WHO: Dante Archer and a very young Elmira Black
WHAT: The destruction of the Black family and the abduction of Elmira Black.
WHEN: December 16th, 2086, late night
WHERE: The Black family estate
The attack had gone flawlessly. The uncontrollable blizzard outside had blanketed the arrival of Dante and his men as they approached the secluded estate. No warning had been issued. No chance of escape or the formation of a decent defense had been granted to the family. It was as though even heaven above shared the Raidan's desire to bring an end to this rebellious family. For years they had refused to join and serve the Raidan. For years they had defied Thane and Irissa's rule and for years the Raidan had allowed for the family to survive in hopes that they would come around. However, when the family's eldest of children decided to try and infiltrate and assassinate the Raidan, it became clear that the Black family had to be erased.
Dante could still hear screams from deeper in the house from his place in the entryway. The walls were splattered in crimson blood and Dante watched a fallen body before him struggle for her last breath. The woman reached a hand out, grasping for his leg, pleading for his aid with her eyes. Something inside of the fallen angel was touched by the woman but the dedication to his mission overrode whatever sympathy he felt and stepped over her, listening to her last breath as he moved up the stairs to inspect the upperfloors. The wolves and demons he had brought with him played with their food below, Dante could hear them but the second floor was silent as his silent strides took him down a dark hall. There were no sounds until his delicate hearing picked up a single muffled breath.
Like the hunter he was, Dante's head wiped around to the closed door that the sound had come from behind. He could hear them now. There were a group of them. Two- no- three heartbeats were behind that door. A predatory grin tugged at his mouth as he slid up to the door, his hand pressing flat against the wooden door while his other hand tightened around deadly short spear that he held. His weapon would taste blood tonight. Dante took a deep breath before fearing the door off its hinges with a single push. His blade shot toward the closest form before stopping just inches from his neck. Children. They were all children. Dante could feel the terror radiating off of the huddled mass and he fell back a step in surprise. He knew there would be children but he had assumed the others had found and killed them already.
"Sir, they are fighting back below. Children-" Came the voice of one of Dante's demons behind him. It did have time to even register the blade coming at him before his head had been severed from his shoulders and was rolling down the hall. Dante heard the children behind him gasp out at the sight and scrambled away from Dante when he turned back toward them. His eyes moved from one to the next, knowing then that he could not kill them. He would have to move fast while the rest of his men were distracted below. "Stand," he order the children, watching as they climbed onto shaking legs. Dante picked up the youngest, a girl no more than four years old, and carried her out the door before calling to the other two. "Follow."
Dante lead the children down a back stairwell and out a side door. The snow storm took them the moment they left the house and Dante nearly dropped the girl he was carrying when he felt a small hand grab onto his shirt. Looking back the angel saw the children in a line, holding onto the one in front of them with Dante in the lead. He was their only hope for survival at the moment but he knew he couldn't remain with them for long before his men came looking for him. Scanning the wall of white before him, Dante's eyes managed to pick out the shape of a small building. Pushing through the snow until they arrived at the small shed, Dante guided the children inside. "Keep them here. Keep them safe. When the snow stops, take them to town and get as far from here as you can," Dante instructed the oldest of the children before passing him all the money he had on him. Before Dante could set down the bundled child in his arms, he heard one of his men calling out to him through the storm. They were coming and would find the children if he didn't distract them. "Stay here," he ordered again before closing up the shed and returning to his men, the youngest child still in his arms.
"A child sir?" One of his men questioned as the angel regrouped with the rest of the Raidan. The collected wolves and demons glanced between him and the child, hunger in their eyes. Dante ignored the looks and pushed through, resuming his role as commander of this operation. "Yes, I found her mother trying to escape with her. The woman is dead but this one is a present for Thane," he stated above the howl of the blizzard. "We are done here, this is the last of the Black line. Take us back," he ordered the group's teleporter after making sure all of his men were with him and would be leaving. The children would be safe and the fate of the one in his arms was now out of his hands.