A small girl walked out into the snowy street. The moonlight shined, giving the city glow a soft mix of blue and silver. The bitter cold and the beautiful glow matched with her. Big, sad, dull blue eyes and thin, fine, locks of silver hair that flowed as if submerged in water. She'd stepped out of a small shop, carrying the warmth of the shop with her. She smelled of sage incense and French perfume. Despite the snowflakes that clung onto her hair eyelashes, she stayed warm.

She left a small trail behind her. Her boot prints were immediately swept away as a large, hand-me-down, overcoat that was several sizes too big for her dragged them away. She stopped for a break and leaned against a street lamp. She pulled her scarf around her mouth as she took a deep breath. She was part of the way home but the weight of the overcoat was starting to bother her and her small lungs had begun working too hard for her safety.

"Excuse me, little lady?" a sudden voice spoke to her. "Are you alright? I don't think a little girl should be out in the snow this late. Especially alone."

She looked up to see a tall man standing before her. Well, rather the silhouette of a man. She took a step back. Although his voice was kind and sweet, he held no warmth.

He kneeled down. "Oh, there's no reason to be afraid of me." he offered her his hand.

She narrowed her eyes. "Are you sure about that? I can name at least seven reasons." she threw off her overcoat, revealing several weapons. That is when the cold hit her.

The man's body popped and cracked as he contorted. Just another demon. The demon snarled. It's hooves forced through the snow and broke through the concrete that lay under. It's long twisted claws nearly touched the ground. Eyes red, skin all green and scaly, and horns protruding.

"You fuckers get uglier and uglier everyday, I swear." she unsheathed a rapier from her belt. "You'd make a nice pair of boots though~." She gave the most ridiculous pose. Her body was bent in a very uncomfortable position. Her hips were out and her torso leaned as far back as she could. Rapier ready in her grip. "What're you waiting for?!" Her voice echoed down the empty street.

The demon lunged at her. It screamed "I shall vanquish all those of the Sparda bloodline!" It's jaws unhinged, teeth like daggers dripped with saliva. It snapped at her. She spun around as it's fangs just missed her arm. The demon's head turned as it realized it had missed his target.

"Aw, c'mon! That all you got?!" she grinned " 'Vanquish all those of the Sparda bloodline'? You demons are real original, you know that?" She positioned herself once again. Waiting for the next attack. Like a matador waiting for the next charge.

The demon growled as it charged once again. This time with it's claws out. With a single swipe, it's fingers were gone. They lay on the ground, blood leaking out. Staining the once pure white snow a bright red. It screamed. Blood pouring out of where it's fingers once were.

Boy, was she pleased with herself. "You look so pathetic right now." she commented. "So damn pathetic!" She laughed. Losing her train of thought, she didn't realize it had begun retaliation. It threw itself at her once more, this time it didn't miss. It buried its fangs into her arm. Most of her limb already part of the way down it's throat. She yelped as the fangs dug deeper.

She couldn't pull away or she'd risk losing her arm. Tears of pain rolled down her cheeks. She snarled as she lifted her rapier and stuck it into the demon's eye. It's jaw unlocked as it gave a hideous yowl. It lay on the floor but it was obvious it still had plenty of fight left in it. The girl panted as took the second of peace to recollect. As soon as it stood back up, she landed a kick on the back of it's knees.

She was done with playing around. It hit the ground once again. This time she wouldn't hold back, she wouldn't stop to make fun. She brought her boot down into it's skull. The thin heels of her shoes cut into the bone, shattering it's hard, snake-like hide. She grunted as she yanked out her foot. She picked it up and slammed it back into the ground, it's neck cracked. Blood spilled out of it's mouth. "Y-you traitor. . ."

She rolled her eyes. "This traitor has a name." she spat. She lifted her rapier once again. "And it'll be the last thing you hear." She placed her foot on the demon's back. Crushing the bones that sat under it's skin. "This traitor's name. . .is Cicero." she whispered before swinging the rapier down. It sliced clean through its flesh, through hard bones, through soft innards. Hot blood splattered up onto her face, staining her porcelain pale skin.

Cicero turned around. The heat of the blood reminded her of the howling, cold wind. The childish sweetness returned to her face as if nothing had ever happened. She looked down at her injured arm "Oopsies." She swooped down to pick up her large over coat which had a thin layer of snow on it. She dusted it off, put it on, and made her way back home.

She was tired and in pain but she managed to get through the snow. Thankfully it had stopped halfway through her trip. She looked up at the large and, frankly, dirty building. A large neon sign on the top of the building proudly stated the name of it. Devil May Cry.

A/N: Hello! My name is Ravis! Just saying hello since this is my first fan fic. I'm still learning the ropes. I'm not great with fight scenes but I've impressed with myself of how this turned out. Please, if you have any constructive criticism, please just let me know. I roleplay this character on tumblr if anyone is interested in that. This chapter is a bit vague but the next should be a bit better. Thanks for reading.