America Horror : Demon never sleep. Chapter 11 11: Brother, Your Body Is So Warm

Alessa hesitated for a mont, then lowered her head and said softly, "I… want to go too."

Soren: "?"

"My revenge is complete," Alessa continued. "And you helped . Plus, the aura on your body makes feel very comfortable… your insides are warm."

"So I want to go see it too. Maybe I can help you in return."

Soren rubbed his chin. Alessa looked much more normal now — the intense, bitter hatred from earlier had mostly faded from her face.

Was it because her rage had been vented?

In the original story, she had stayed with Rose in the empty real world at the end. But now, because of his interference, Rose had already taken Sharon back to the real world. If she floored it, they were probably already at the police station giving statents.

After getting her revenge, this little girl had no more goals left. She had nowhere to go.

She had been alone for so many years. If he could take her with him…

From the feeling when she rged into his body earlier, he seed to be able to control part of Alessa's Silent Hill as well.

In the future, if he encountered an enemy he couldn't beat, couldn't he just clap his hands and unfold his own domain?!

Carrying a portable Otherworld around — that cheat was pretty nice.

Thinking of this, Soren showed a warm smile and extended his hand. "Of course you can. But once we're outside, you have to listen to and not act on impulse."

Alessa tilted her head, looking at the man whose attitude had suddenly changed. Although she felt sothing was a bit off, she didn't sense any malice from him.

So her body scattered once again, turning into black mist and rging into Soren's body.

"This feeling…"

Soren felt it for a mont. It seed that as long as he wanted, the surrounding environnt could instantly be stripped away and dragged into the Otherworld.

The next second.

The ground beneath his feet suddenly collapsed, as if the abyss had opened its giant maw.

Soren was about to jump away when Alessa's voice rang in his mind: "This is the passage leading to the other Silent Hill. Don't worry."

"Fine. But next ti, can we use a different thod?"

Soren relaxed his body and let gravity pull him down, falling into the endless darkness.

...

On a high cliff at the edge of Silent Hill, with a wide view overlooking the town.

Two figures watched as the thick fog below began to dissipate.

One of them wore a red leather coat, with long silver-white hair casually draped over his shoulders and so stubble on his face.

He was lying sloppily on a chair he had dragged over from sowhere, wearing sunglasses, biting into a slice of pizza.

A grotesquely shaped large sword was casually stabbed into the ground in front of him, and his booted feet were rudely resting on the sword's guard.

Standing beside him was another man.

He also had silver hair, but styled in a swept-back look with a few strands falling over his forehead.

He wore a black coat with light blue thorn patterns, collar standing up. His hands hung naturally at his sides, with his left thumb lightly resting on the poml of a sheathed katana.

Even just standing quietly, he radiated a sharp, piercing aura.

Vergil's cold eyes stared in the direction where Soren had disappeared. His voice rang out:

"That boy's power is still immature, yet it carries pure bloodline."

Vergil turned to look at Dante, who was devouring pizza, and frowned. "Is he your offspring? With that lightning-like woman? Or that heterochromia human?"

"When did that happen?"

"Cough cough cough!"

Dante's eyes suddenly widened. He jumped up instantly, the pizza he just swallowed getting stuck in his throat.

His neck slightly demonified to clear it, then he looked at his twin brother speechlessly.

"Bro! If Lady heard you say that, she'd take a rocket launcher and blow my office sky-high!"

Vergil's expression remained indifferent, completely unmoved by Dante's words. "Then whose is he?"

"You rember Patty, right?"

Dante lay back down on the chair and sighed helplessly. "That little girl who liked turning my office into a fairy tale world."

"Back when you were still being a shut-in in the underworld, I once took her out to buy pizza…"

He pointed down the mountain. "This kid is the one she picked up on the side of the road."

Vergil raised an eyebrow slightly, skepticism flashing in his eyes. "You? Raising a child? Ridiculous."

"Hey, what's with that tone?"

Dante snorted in dissatisfaction, a trace of inexplicable sourness in his voice. "Of course I wouldn't, but Trish and Lady would."

"Those two won treat him like a treasure. Every ti I try to make him do so work, they glare at like protective mother tigers."

Vergil's fingers gently stroked the hilt of Yamato. "What's so special about him that he's worthy of Sparda's companions paying him so much attention?"

"That's exactly what I find strange."

Dante dropped his playful expression, sat up straight, and looked unusually serious. "There's actually nothing too special. This kid has been following us on jobs since he was little. He's got guts."

"Other than having a sowhat wild way of thinking and liking to copy my stylish moves, he seed like a normal person."

"But not long ago, he suddenly awakened demon blood."

Dante looked at Vergil. "That's the weird part. You and I only have half demon blood, after all."

"And the purity of the demon blood he awakened is extrely high — possibly close to that of a pure-blooded demon. It just seems to be sealed by so even more ancient power."

"So I let him handle this commission alone. I wanted to see if he would fully awaken under life-and-death pressure, or reveal sothing."

At this point, Dante shrugged and lay back down lazily. "Now it looks like the kid just used a bit of cleverness to get through it. Didn't inherit my style at all."

After listening, Vergil's eyes flickered slightly before returning to his usual calm, unruffled state.

To him, nothing could spark interest except the pursuit of greater power.

"Boring observation."

Vergil turned around, gripping Yamato. "Since we're done watching, it's ti to continue our unfinished match."

Dante licked the cheese off his fingers with satisfaction, clapped his hands, and pulled the large sword from the ground, resting it on his shoulder. "Alright, alright. Such an impatient guy."

"Shing—"

Vergil drew Yamato half an inch from its sheath. A glowing blue cross-shaped spatial rift instantly tore open in the air.

He stepped into the spatial crack.

Just as Dante was about to follow, Vergil suddenly stopped, turned his head and asked:

"What about your office? No one's watching it. Aren't you afraid those two won will tear it apart fighting over ownership?"

Dante showed a aningful grin. "What's there to be afraid of? I already left it to Morrison to manage."

"Besides…"

Dante looked back toward Silent Hill with a cheap smile. "All those piled-up debts at the office, plus stacks of utility bills — I've already legally transferred them all to this kid's na through proper channels."

"He's been eating and living for free at my place for so many years. It's about ti he experienced the real adult world."

Finished speaking, he humd a little tune, shouldered his sword, and followed Vergil, disappearing into the spatial rift.

All that remained was a lonely chair and an empty pizza box.