Post by Zira Firestone on Aug 16, 2010 0:34:28 GMT -6
Home Sweet Home?
Not at all. Zira didn’t consider the demon world or Mallet Island home and this place would be no exception. It served as the main base to Mundus and the main means of combining the two worlds. She wanted nothing more than to destroy this place but it would take more than her to accomplish such a feat.
Still dressed in her black Princess gown complete with a crown, being admired by many of the underlings working in this place, she made her way to the roof. The area Dante and Vergil used as their battlefield before the dead Devil Hunter first unlocked his Devil Trigger. Zira wondered what would have transpired if The Dark Slayer won the final battle between them. Would it be Vergil everybody took orders from instead of her father's armies? Or would it have actually been a better future? Zira knew if Dante had lived then the future may have been better. They had her sister to thank for this horrible outcome.
Up above the air where she stood on the tower’s top, three orbs of energy appeared before her soon followed by the dark voice full of power and authority, the voice belonging to Mundus himself.
“Where have you been?”
“Being your eyes and ears throughout the City of Mortis, father.”
“Still wearing that “outfit” I see.”
Zira knew he wasn’t talking about the gown, but the human skin that sealed her true form away. A form she secretly came to disgust.
“It has continued to work in my favor. I see no reason to rid of it yet.”
“It’s a worthless tool. You do not need to blend in as one of them as your sister has proven time and time again.”
Oh of course he would bring Amoura into this. It’s already clear who the favorite is, you don’t need to rub it in her face.
“Have I not succeeded in every task you’ve given me? What relevance does my appearance give compared to my accomplishments?”
Not at all. Zira didn’t consider the demon world or Mallet Island home and this place would be no exception. It served as the main base to Mundus and the main means of combining the two worlds. She wanted nothing more than to destroy this place but it would take more than her to accomplish such a feat.
Still dressed in her black Princess gown complete with a crown, being admired by many of the underlings working in this place, she made her way to the roof. The area Dante and Vergil used as their battlefield before the dead Devil Hunter first unlocked his Devil Trigger. Zira wondered what would have transpired if The Dark Slayer won the final battle between them. Would it be Vergil everybody took orders from instead of her father's armies? Or would it have actually been a better future? Zira knew if Dante had lived then the future may have been better. They had her sister to thank for this horrible outcome.
Up above the air where she stood on the tower’s top, three orbs of energy appeared before her soon followed by the dark voice full of power and authority, the voice belonging to Mundus himself.
“Where have you been?”
“Being your eyes and ears throughout the City of Mortis, father.”
“Still wearing that “outfit” I see.”
Zira knew he wasn’t talking about the gown, but the human skin that sealed her true form away. A form she secretly came to disgust.
“It has continued to work in my favor. I see no reason to rid of it yet.”
“It’s a worthless tool. You do not need to blend in as one of them as your sister has proven time and time again.”
Oh of course he would bring Amoura into this. It’s already clear who the favorite is, you don’t need to rub it in her face.
“Have I not succeeded in every task you’ve given me? What relevance does my appearance give compared to my accomplishments?”
