I've been playing devil may cry no surprise and I just wanted to try it out. If I like it or get constructive criticism, I will continue it, but it's nothing serious. Anyways, I hope you enjoy

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Temptation was too great for even the strongest of men and I was slowly falling onto the path of sin. My eyes were trained on its dark figure like a cheetah within the deepest parts of the jungle. I could hear my name being called from my desire as the minutes of the days turned into hour, outside losing its beautiful clear skies, well, as clear as it can get in this rather bizarre city. My mind digressed before going back to its original thought, my original desire. I stroked the barrier that forbid physical contact… I let out a mild whimper before my face obtained harsher features. That was enough; I was not waiting anymore. I reached under the barrier as my fingers touched the item that was intoxicating all my senses.

"He won't know if I'm quick." I encouraged myself, quickly grabbing the delicate items with both hands and ducking under the booth. My mouth drooled at the site and I could just stared at it all day. I brought my jaw forward and bit into the spongy dark color texture, letting out a blissful sigh.

"Triple chocolate cupcake, you're better than I imagined." I breathed out before taking another bite, all my previous duties being pushed back further into my mind. I closed my eyes as my muscles relaxed. After standing on my toes for more than 5 hours, I truly needed another break. I twirled the cupcake around with my fingers, trying to even out my bites on the sides.

"…shouldn't be here…" I heard a feminine voice after the door was opened. Customers, crap. I put the cupcake in the small ledge in front of me and stood up from my spot, straightening out my apron and quickly rubbing the edges of my mouth. I could tell that the voice belonged to the female out of the two.

"Hello, welcome to the Patria's Pastries." I greeted with my hands behind my back. I looked at the two customers in my midst, and they look pretty strange in my mind, but interesting as well. The woman had short brown hair with a blue star at the center of her forehead. Her jacket was orange while the sleeves and hoodie seemed to be a dark blue color. She wore three necklaces that stopped before reached the crevice of her breasts. She had on blue-denim short. She also had knee-length socks and brown boots. One main thing that caught my attention was the intricate design on her hands. It reminded me of henna tattoos that seemed to take hours to actually make. The man also fit the description of strange and interesting. He had a long black leather jacket that seemed to fade to gray, red trimmings along the edges. There was the ordinary gray tank-top and black jeans, black boots, and what looked like an uncut ruby; it looked like it had fit him pretty good.

I watched as the colorful woman glanced up to the male who only shrugged and shoved his hands in his pockets, turning around and glancing around at the shelves; I could see the lack of interest on his face. I watched as he flicked a jar of white cookies, a pensive look on his face. I watched as his he paused in place, his head tilting slightly as we made eye-contact. I quickly looked away from his face, barely catching a glance to his forming smirk, and back to the woman; I didn't want to be seen as some crazy woman who stares blatantly.

"Hi, do you have anything on sale at the moment?" I nodded to her question, looking through the aisle of delicious cupcakes.

"Well," I started, "The only deal is buying two, get one free, but that's it." I gave her a mild shrug and she looked like she didn't mind. Business was sort of slow at the moment, but it was a few hours before midnight. She peered into the window as I looked up, watching the man walk who had such a laid-back look, I could tell he had no care in the world; not sure if that is a good quality to have. I also had a feeling that I have seen him from somewhere. It seemed to be on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn't quite get it out. I felt my frustration grow as I glanced over to the man as the woman decided. Maybe from the nightclub. I mean, a lot of ridiculous things happens there and you truly don't know who to expect to see there. I remembered the last time I went there, a fight broke out before everyone started to tumble out of the club and onto the streets. I was honestly too intoxicated to actually remember any concrete details; I needed my friend to tell me the events, but I still don't believe her. Maybe I saw him at that night.

"Dante, which ones do you like?" The woman questioned as I tapped my fingers on the glass. Dante. I swear I heard his name before. It's on the tip of my tongue, I swear. I bit my lip as I tried to concentrate. Dante. It sounded like a wonderful name, but a name that belong in the Medieval age. The man didn't bother to turn around and shrugged. I guess he isn't much of a talker.

"Can I get these cupcakes?" The girl quickly asked as I nodded quickly. I looked to where she pointed and felt my stomach grumble; I really should have ate more on my break. I reached under the counter and pulling out the three flavors she picked, putting them into a container. Even with the business transaction, the man didn't say a word. He was just glancing around, glanced at me, and then went back to glancing around again. I really shouldn't be analyzing whatever he was doing, but it just seemed odd.

"Here you go, and I like your tattoos" I told her with a smile, handing it over. She looked up with a slight confused and stiff expression. "The tattoos on your hands. They remind me of henna tattoos…I like it." I tried to make myself clear, my voice dying down at the end.

"Thank you." She replied with a small smile and I was relieved that I didn't make her feel too uncomfortable, "Dante, we can go now." The man let out a short sigh and turned around with pressed lips. I really liked his eyes though, despite his harsh feature; it was a blue and gray mix. My eyes were slightly different though. They weren't exactly heterochromia, but it was more of a small section in both my eyes that were different. I had brown eyes naturally, but the section with a blue color.

He walked to walk over to the counter and grabbed the plastic bag with the sweets. I watched as he reached out and felt my confusion form as a result. I stopped moving when I felt his fingertips at the corner of my lips, noticing how soft they felt. I blinked in confusion as he plucked something off my face and ate it. What did he just…?

"I like chocolate." He spoke before turning around, the girl giving me an apologetic look before following after him. I reached up to my lips and felt a few more crumbs… I looked up to where I last saw him and felt my cheeks burn, but I'm truly glad my face doesn't flush like my friend; everything shows on her peach skin.

"I still don't know where he is from." I mumbled under my breath and leaned against the counter. I let out a sigh under my breath and looked at the half-eaten cupcake I had to eat. I reached out and started to eat it once again, all worries seemed to disappear in a flash. I looked over and froze as I saw the large burly man looked at me with disdain, his thick arm crossed over his chest.

"Hey, Frank. I thought you wouldn't be done with the cake for a couple of hours." I said in a meek voice, even daring to take another bite. He was not amused to the slightest.

"Ana, What the hell are you doing…?" I did not have the slightest explanation.

"See you tomorrow." I called out, leaving the shop and letting out a sigh. I glanced up, smoothing my hair down a bit. I made sure my blue sports jacket was zipped up all the way. I took a deep breath, coughing out a bit. The stench of garbage and wrappers spilling onto the street. It has gotten to the point where I'm use to it and it's becoming a big problem. I felt my phone vibrate and looked at it. A sudden feel of fatigue washed over my body. Going out to the club my friend asked.

"I just got out of work though…" I said under my breath, not bothering to respond back to her; she would just complain in the end. I glanced up at the sky, the eerie green color from the moon. It use to be so beautiful. There were stars sprinkled across the sky and it was such a beautiful sight. I would be lying down on my bed, looking at the sky for hours, hoping to find a shooting star streak across the sky. Now, it's just filled with polluted clouds. The air seem to be thicker and seemed like cigarettes nearly all the time. I saw something from the corner of my eye and looked, staring at the skyscraper of the town that resembled claws.

"Silver Sacks Towers." I mumbled under my breath. It was literally the worst place you could put your money in this town. I would have left it with a homeless person and felt that it was in better hands; that was if I actually had some power. I rocked back and forth in my heels and started to strut down the sidewalk. I needed to go somewhere to take my minds off of things wrong with this city, and the last thing I need to do is drink a shot of whiskey. I started to look down, watching as my necklace bounced off my sternum with each step I took. I couldn't help, but smile as I saw the engravings.

"Mom, I truly should have listened to you." I said under my breath, a somber look across my face before lights flashed against my feet. I looked up, not expecting myself to reach the pier, notably, the Bellevue Pier. So many beautiful memories happened here. I glanced at the yellow caution tape preventing me from going inside. A weird incident happened a few weeks ago, but I couldn't remember; I didn't care at the time. The boardwalk was ruined and the ferris wheel was in the city along with other large attractions. I let out a large groan and continued on with my walk, pulling my jacket closer to my body. This city is going to hell slowly.

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"Oh, come on, we've been at this for weeks!" Dante huffed, grabbing the arms of the chairs tightly until he started to hear the wood crack, "Why are we waiting?" He glared up at the impassive man who made any indication that he was listening. Dante let out a groan and looked over to his female companion for some assistance, but she was too involved with her own work to actually help Dante. Even so, she would agree with whatever their leader said. Dante let out a groan as he heard the black-clad man go on an exposition to himself.

Dante reached out to the brown bottle, taking a sip as a burning sensation came into his throat. He didn't know why he still drink beer, but maybe it to pass the time. He leaned back in his seat and let his eyes strayed to the cupcake container. He flicked it open and took a cupcake. Biting into it, a loud moan came from his lips before a smile spread across his face.

"This is one goddam good cupcake." Dante said under his breath, devouring the cupcake. He wondered if that girl made it? Dante pondered for a bit, licking his fingers. Dante thought of her as moderately attractive and her eyes struck out on him as strange; she did look good enough to bring into bed–

"Tomorrow." Dante was brought out of his thoughts and stared up at the white haired man. He waited for the man to continue, "We will strike tomorrow."

"Isn't that too soon, Vergil?" Kat question with a concerned look on her face, and Dante didn't blame her. They would usually have more days to prepare and develop a plan B if necessary. Kat would have to concoct the needed items in a shorter amount of time; he needed someway to enter Limbo. Dante was just the brute force; killed any demon that fucking dared got in his way. Hack and slash is how he worked

"I know it is, but we will have to do it now. I did some reconnaissance today and tomorrow is our only chance." Vergil replied before looking over to Dante.

"I guess there is no room for argument then?" Dante questioned, knowing he wouldn't have an option. He only got a small smile in response. Dante let out a groan, but nodded.

"Yeah, yeah." Dante said under his breath, eating the last bits of his dessert.

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