Disclaimer: I don't own Devil May Cry.I wish I did!

This story is my first DMC fiction but defiantly not my first fiction ever written in my life. However, I know this is probably gushy for some of you gore hounds out there, and personally I never thought my Devil May Cry fiction would turn to be like this. ^^' I love this story anyway. Though, there might be some abstract.I'm not sure, but love this nonetheless! Later, there will be action. For now, just be patient and review. ^O^

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Chapter 1: The new life

Sometimes, love makes a person do crazy things. Well that's exactly what happened to Dante Sparda. He fell in love with a human woman and now, she's giving birth to his child. Strangely, he always felt something for Trish and today it's made it's self-known. Now that a new life will be with him, depending on him, and waiting on him, will it stop him from his work? Possibly, yet not. One thing is for sure, he's been through hell and back, but certainly never a father.

Dante sat in the waiting room for the news about his wife, Trish. Slowly, he was becoming eager to finally become a father, and only Trish could see that. Finally, he would be able to have an experience that was every bit different from the flames of Hell; he hardly could believe he would soon be known as "Daddy" either. Dante sighed. He glanced to the clock across from him on the wall. It read "1:30.." Dante wasn't really worrying for Trish; he'd be the last to admit it, though it certainly would be devastating if he lost her, or their child. He looked around the room. Some people glared at him with hateful eyes, others were trembling in fear. He scoffed. "Some people.will never know if I'm good or not. Especially with their rebellious attitudes and unwanted thoughts.." he thoughtfully ignored them. He was too busy waiting to cause an uproar. Dante sighed and glimpsed a small child by his mother's side, hiding behind her. Dante tried to smile, but the mother yelled, "Get away from my son, you lunatic!" She sounded scared, placing her hand in front of her son. That just pissed Dante off. " Look lady, I'm not here to hurt anybody. I'm just waiting." He argued back, sounding distant, trying to focus on exactly what he said he was doing-waiting...waiting to become a father at long last. The lady shut up right away and sat back down.

Dante was getting aggravated. Later and again he looked at the clock. 1:57. Dante sighed.Then all of a sudden, he sensed some type of new power rush into his body. Like a shockwave, it rocked him with very little, but somewhat strong, force. "She's done it!" He thought rather excitedly. As the thought had dawned onto him, he immediately he knew what it was. He got up quickly and began dashing into the hall. Just as a nurse with a clipboard in her hand came in to call a name, Dante rushed past her. "I already know!!" He called back and he continued to search for Trish. The nurse watched him dash through the hallway. "Wow. He's a dedicated father already.-How did he know I was just about to call him in. Hmmm." She pondered and went back to work.

Dante rushed past dozens of doors. He felt nothing.he crossed doors in haste, but slide in front of one when he heard a baby's cry. Soft murmurs sounded in the air-a lullaby sung sweetly by a loving mother. Dante smiled, sighed in relief, and quietly, let himself in, as he now knew where his beloved Trish was and that she and her baby were healthy and safe. Next to the window, Trish sat up on the hospital bed with a wrapped bundle in her arms as she smiled in warmth and pride. Dante walked slowly to her side in astonishment, his red coat flowing slowly behind him. Never in his life had he seen something so.small.so delicate. His eyes remained wide with pure awe, and then they relaxed as he smiled to Trish with love.

"Here.would you like to.hold your daughter?" Trish's voice was gentle and tired as she spoke. She laid the child in Dante's strong, gloved hands. "This is.my daughter.." Dante said, tenderly stroking his daughter's cheek as she slept peacefully. "Amazing." He cradled her slighty with his arms as he gazed at his own flesh and blood. "Our daughter." Trish nodded. "What shall her name be?" Dante stopped in surprise. With his job and cases and other work, he had never thought of a name. Trish's eyes remained watching, as if waiting for an answer she'd been praying for. ".Rena. Why don't we name her Rena?" Dante thought of it then. For some reason, it just seemed to fit. Trish smiled weakly. "That's good for her. It has a nice ring to it." Rena stirred a tiny bit, and slowly, opened a pair of icy, blue, shining eyes to her father. Dante was stunned. She had his eyes. His same demonic eyes.the same demonic blood.and the same future childhood as he had remembered from his own. "No." He was incredulous. "No, it can't be." He shook his head to clear it, hoping it was a sweet dream turning into a nightmare. Nope. It was reality. "Trish.She has my eyes. And that means.my blood, as well." Dante poured out his heart, but Trish wasn't fazed. "I know. I'm not worried," She said calmly. Dante looked like he had tears in his eyes. "I never cared you were half-demon. All I knew was that you were the man I loved. And I will never regret the day I found out." Dante was amazed. This was a moment when Trish fully understood him, down to the very matters of blood and love. "I felt the same for you, Trish. I didn't know what to do about it, but I knew that someday, we would be together." Rena yawned as he handed her back to her mother. "Well, Rena proves it. And now the world will know it, too." Dante said, and then leaned against a nearby wall. "She's going to grow strong.I don't want her to be weak in this dog-eat dog world. And I will protect her, no matter what happens.." "Well, certainly she'll learn from the best," Trish beamed, feeding Rena. Dante smiled, gazing out the window as sweet, soft blue and gentle purple, morning light peeked through the horizon, and the stars faded from sight. "This is my new life. Life as a father. I'm glad this is the way things will be.." He thought, closing his eyes, sighing in relief. "She will never be alone as long as I'm here with her, and I promise, from this day, to always protect her till the day I die.."

----Thirteen years later, a day after Rena's birthday..-----

Dante sat in a black armchair with a fantasy novel in his hand, enjoying his afternoon until he heard the front door open and somebody walk in. "I'm back," the person called. "Did you run three times around the track?" he called back. "Yeah, I tried, but it started raining. I got soaked!" A girl said coming in through the doorway, drying off with a white towel. She shook her short hair around to drip the remaining water off and flung the towel with her right hand, which landed in a pile on the floor. She smiled briskly. "That's refreshing.Well, I guess I can say I washed of the sweat." She came and grabbed a magazine from the coffee table, plopped down onto the couch and put her feet up, flipping to where she had last left off. Dante leaned forward with a smirk. "So, next time you'll watch the Weather Channel before jogging?" He said sarcastically. Rena peeked from the top of her video game magazine and eyed her father. "Yes." She laughed sheepishly.

"And she'll learn to take her wet shoes off before coming in the house, too," Trish came through the door with a gift bag in her hand. Rena grinned. "Please, you're making me look bad," She said with a wink and a brief laugh, then curiously stared at the bag when her mother threw it at her chest, which she caught. Digging about through the colored tissue paper, Rena found a small box. She took it out and opened it when to her amazed eye, a gleaming pendant of a dragon with folded wings and its tale wrapped around a sword with a red jewel in its handle that reflected the light from the lamp, was the gift she received. "But I thought we don't celebrate birthdays-" She was so overly happy, she sputtered as she talked. "We don't, this is something of a reminder that we love you," Trish replied gently. Rena gazed at the beautiful artifact of love that lay in her palm. "Okay, thanks!" she smiled and hung it around her neck.

"Rena, I have something to tell you." Dante spoke softly. Rena stopped examining her pendant and smiled at her dad. "Yeah, I'm listening," She sat up as if interested in what he had to say. Obviously, it was something important and she had to know WHY. "It's something that you might find disturbing to discover," "Yeah, and so is what's under my bed and in my closet." Rena joked, soon taking notice that whatever he was saying was serious. She gulped nervously. "Uh, go on," she added. "It's about your blood as well as mine." What the heck was he saying to her? Would she even be able to handle the truth? Maybe it was best to tell her later, whenever she's older, but Dante knew she would have find out one day. " Your grandfather was a devil, your grandmother was a human. Thus, I'm half- devil." Rena couldn't believe her ears. Was she related to a legend, like the one that she read in the mythology books? Oh, how she hoped it to be. "And I'm one-third devil?" Rena said in a quivering voice, gaping distantly before Dante could answer. "Sweet!" She shouted in celebration, clenching and pumping her fists in excitement. Why was Dante so hesitant to tell her? This was way beyond coolness! "But," Dante continued, " that means you have a darkside, a darkness in your heart. Or so it may be." Rena abruptly stopped dancing and fell back into the conversation. "Darkness? Like, you mean powers?" Rena wondered, " Even if so, you should be able to over come it." Dante sounded worried as he mused. "Er, you mean I can fight back against the darkness, right?" Rena was beginning to feel endanger. Sure, it was cool being one-third devil and all, but what were the consequences? And should she fear of what was to come? "Dad.what'll happen to me?" Rena whimpered, truly worried. Was this the way Dante felt when he found out? "Rena.there's something else." He looked soulfully into her glazed eyes. "Your grandfather was Sparda. And he had a good heart until the end. So, you have nothing to worry to much of," Rena was once again in shock. "You mean THE LEGENDARY SPARDA? The one who saved the planet years before and long ago? Oh my gawd, this is waaay farther than awesome.This is -this is like, like." She was so amazed, so out of it, that she totally forgot the dangerous side of the conversation. She was flabbergasted and still trying to finish her sentence. " And you know what, I have no word to say what I want to say." A dreamy gaze went across her eyes. " I've read a lot about Sparda but.this just blows my mind away!" She laughed and then cleared her throat. " So, I'm good, right? I'm still normal, right?" " Depends on what you mean by normal." " Dad, I meant I'm the same as I always was! I don't feel any different." She held up a peace sign with a broad beaming expression. " Just think: I can fight with just more than fists and my blade.I'VE GOT POWERS!" Rena sighed, beginning to calm down.

Dante hide is grimness, seeing how she unworried she was to even be related to a hero, he still knew that someday, this would endanger her life . . . " Power isn't everything, Rena. You will have to depend on your own strength, not that of your swordplay or skill." He reasoned. Rena made a funny face at his unasked opinion. " And you're afraid that I can't save my own skin? Well, that's probably true; I'm only an orange belt in Tae Kwon Do." " Exactly my point," " But didn't you take chances during your battles? Didn't you rely on luck at times? Yeah, I know you have-every person has." " And I'm not letting you make the same mistakes I did . . .You are going to be prepared." What was with Dante? He sounded as if a huge war was going to begin and that she was the purpose or cause. Was he right? Would she even have to handle a sword tainted with blood? Will she be alone or fight against the ones she loved? " Yes sir." She said, almost sleepily and bored. " Huh?" The red pendant that hung from her neck glowed bright as the sun, floating while still around her neck. It blazed once then it became dull, normal like always. Dante, Trish, and Rena were confused. " What--? " Trish muttered.

The ceiling broke in a CRASH suddenly. Dante covered Rena and Trish, blocking his and their eyes. A monstrous hiss shattered the air. The cloud of dust settled to reveal a hideous and untamed demon-like beast, standing before them. It had six eyes, long, sharp slender claws, wings that stretched far like a bat and a body that looked like a Griffin. Dante stared at this creature, obviously from the darker realms. It leered at him as he glared back, eyes purely created of ice. With a swift movement that Dante had missed and before Alastor was reached for, the Griffin relative had snatched Trish up violently and was beginning to sweep her away. " No!" Rena tried a long jump to grab onto the beast's tail but had missed it by a long shot and had failed. She fell onto the floor with a tumble. Still not injured or broken, Rena got back to her feet with vengeance to try again but Dante stopped her. He held her arm as she struggled to pull back. " Let me go! We have to rescue mom! Let go of me!!" Trish was struggling to get out of its clutches but it shook her vigorously,

The Griffin snarled, squeezed Trish in his clutches, making her let out a scream of pain. She quickly passed out once her oxygen was cut off and it began to fly off with her as his prey. Dante let go of Rena, running out the door in a rush to catch up with Trish. Rena followed. They were too late. Dante dashed in the rain-drenched streets in a high-speed chase for Trish, his platinum hair blowing in the wind, his eyes focused on his wife. He kept running, gaining speed and leaving Rena behind. Rena would catch up, but he could not wait for her. He had to reach Trish in time or it may be her end. Dante screeched to an abrupt stop in the middle of the pouring rain. Rena speeded up and eventually came up along side her father. That creature was high above their heads, so far from even their weapons' reach. " Let Trish go!" Dante shouted with a threat from Alastor's edge. Rena was very confused. Was this her fault? She silently watched with timid eyes of unknown fears. " L-let . . .my mother go." She cried, tears stinging in her icy eyes.

The beast tore open a vortex and before entering it with the limp Trish in claw, he looked down upon Dante and Rena. " If you wish to regain this human as yours, Devil Hunter, travel far to the Castle of Hopelessness. The demons are eager to meet you and taste your soul and blood. If you survive this trial, the one after will surely take claim of what remains of you." And it was gone, into the gyration of the outer void. Dante collapsed to his knees in anger. Trish was . . .gone. Rena gaped in shock. " No. No . . .no!" She yelled into the thundering sky. She shut her mouth, narrowing her eyes with thought. " Dad, you know how the rain." She muttered, " make's everything clean again. . ?" She was hinting at the chance to fight, a dream she had since she was a young child. This philosophy she was reciting had a deeper meaning; they could set things right again. "We can save Mom!" She turned to Dante, gesturing her feelings with her arms. She had to hope. She knew he wouldn't say no to an adventure together-" You're not going. I can't lose you . . .No, I won't." -She only hoped, never thinking of his true answer. " But Dad," she said, truly crushed. " we have to save her. Somehow. And we can find that somehow. You know, you do still have those swords somewhere-" " I am not losing a daughter and a wife to.him..." Dante lamented.

" Dad, hope is fire that burns forever." She lowered her eyes to hide her tears, fighting with stinging tears that wouldn't fall. " Hope can't be wronged. You're not doing wrong by believing in hope. Hope is there for a light-a light in the darkness, when all seems lost in the shadows. Tell me now: Has all those pep talks, encouragements and philosophies been lies? Or are they what I believe they are-the TRUTH!" Dante peered in his daughter's eyes. Her blue eyes had that unmistakable gleam of hope, love, and inner strength. " Listen." She came and sat down on her knees and looked him in the eye. " I know I can fight. . . I want to. I must. You're a hero . . .my late grandfather's a hero . . . my mother's a hero . . .now it's my turn to find destiny." She smiled as the tears came through. She wrapped around him as she cried a little. " Please, let me come with you. The curious and vengeful alike with seek me out once they know I'm here. Besides, our roof caved in. And I don't have any friends . . ." She let go of him. Again he looked into her soul. " You. . ," He paused, grasping her hand with a pat. " You can come with me. I now see that you are ready to know that feeling." "Feeling? Feeling of what?" Rena repeated. This time she perked up with surprise. " It's something I can't tell you about for you to know it. You have to experience it yourself." He stood up with Rena. " Why is it so important?" She questioned, just as curious as a kitten. " You will understand when you experience it. For now, we need our weapons." " Okay. Hey, you said a couple years ago that when the time came, you would give me a sword. So does that mean I'm getting a sword?" She asked. " That, and so much more." The two walked through the rain together, Rena asking the questions, Dante giving the answers. They seemed happy together, something that's cherished dearly. It reminded Rena of a memory that happen just recently, on a green, lush hill, in middle of a clear, starry night. . .

Dante and her were alone, relaxing and gazing at the stars. " See," Dante pointed out a constellation. " that's the dragon, Draco of the stars." " Yeah, but what about that one over there?" Rena asked, showing another pattern. " That's Orion," " Who's he?" Dante smiled. He wasn't finished, but he noticed that Rena was eager to learn. " A hunter. Right there is his spear as he slays the beast. He's easy to find." Really? How do you find him in the sky?" Rena asked. " Look for his belt." He showed her Orion's belt with his index finger. Those glimmering specks were enough to make Rena had soar. Why were they there? To her they were like friendly eyes watching from above, making her wonder about life and the people and places around her. " What do the stars remind you of?" She relaxed, putting her arms to the back of her head, like Dante. He was silent in thought for a few minutes . . . " Things I've done; my past." He sounded distant and more to himself with that answer. " Stars remind me of other worlds." " Other worlds?" It was Dante's turn to ask the questions, " Places I'll see whenever I grow up or something. . . ."

To Rena, what she had mused then was coming true. This was here chance to see rare sights, things that aren't normal, and . . . the fact that she was standing in front of the Devil Never Cry. Remembering that fond memory must have token longer than thought of. " Holy cow. This . . ." She slapped herself to see if she was crazy. Her eyes felt like they were going to fall out because of how wide and round they were, but they weren't lying. " . . .this is. . .the Devil Never Cry? I-I never thought I'd get the chance to . . .see it for real." Dante took out a key from his back pocket and put it to the keyhole. With the satisfying sound of unlocking the door, Dante walked in, breathing a content sigh. Rena followed slowly after. " Woah. This is awesome!" Rena gawked the trophies, the pictures . . .It was all a 'living' legend. " Dad, you and Mom were partners for the Devil Never Cry! This is wicked sweet." She mumbled. " I'll never wash these eyes again." Okay, so maybe her jokes weren't always the best when called-for but she was only kidding. Who on earth would put soap purposely in their eyes? And why? " Uh, never mind the stupid joke or whatever I just said. I'm still so shocked that I think my legs are Jell- O." She sounded as if she was goofing off but she was serious. " Dad, you were one bad-ass in your old days." " Rena!" " Er, I mean, cool-person-to- the-core. Okay, happy now?" He nodded. " Sheesh, I don't care if you curse around my ears. It's not like it is an influence." " Yeah, riiiight." Dante sat on top his desk, crossing his arms as Rena wandered around.

" And I never knew I was so close to a legendary hero. So close, he was my own father. Dad, you rock on!" Dante smirked at her comment, " Well, I'm no hero anymore." " Really now? What happened?" Rena was hinting at something. " This hero has things and people to look after." " Like what? Me? Sure, as if you care. " She bluffed. " Either that's the real reason or is it that you're just scared?" She teased. " You really think I would run away from something that could bite my legs off?" Being a demon slayer, Dante could never run from a fight, no matter how ridiculous. " Yes, actually I do," Rena continued with her little charade. Sure she had good acting, but not enough to fool Dante. " It was probably a zombiefied chicken running around with its head cut off!" She pretended to slice her own head off with her finger as the knife. Her expression was comical; eyes rolled up but visible, tongue stuck out to the side. " Yeah, but you're not the one who's been in a haunted pet market." " They don't sell dead chickens over in petshops." "Hmmm. That's weird, because I was sure I heard a laughing little girl . . ." Rena held in a snort from that laughable idea. " What?" She blinked, cocking an eyebrow. Dante had a smirk plastered on his face; " She sounded a lot like . . .THIS!" He reached over and tickled Rena in the ribs; finally freeing her suppressed snorts and laughs. " Hey I said laughing, not snorting. " Sorry. . . can't. . .help it . . ." she managed to squeak in-between laughter. " Let go, Dad!" She laughed harder, trying to wriggle out of his strong-fingered grasp. " So, the infamous Devil Hunter has been busy all these years." A familiar female voice said. Dante smirked. " And it seems you've became a spy, Lucia." At the moment he forgot Rena was held in his arms and dropped her. She landed on her butt with a dull thud. " Ow." She dryly said without any emotion. It was more like a hint for Dante to recognize her, but she wouldn't know.

The lady removed her stylish sunglasses. Dante turned around to see his old partner, Lucia. She wore casual blue jeans, a white tank top shirt, and a blue Jean jacket. Rena stared, blank and confused. " It seems that . . .you married Trish, and that you have a child." " Yes." "Well, who she?" Dante stepped to the side so Lucia could see a teenager sitting on the ground. Rena grinned a toothy grin with a sheepish laugh. She had the decency to blush. With out warning, her grin turned into a floppy half- smile. " I'm. . .uh, Rena. Nice to meet you Ms. Lucia." She got up from the floor, brushed off the dust from her clothing, and offered her hand for a handshake. Lucia smiled. She shook her hand slowly, almost timidly. Lucia noticed that Rena was very much like her father; she had his ice blue eyes, his smile, and even his manners. . . Definantly related. " Okay, I know your name. But how does my Dad know you?" Rena asked. " We were partners for years. Then we moved on, never speaking to one another again. This our first time meeting in such a long while." Lucia explained gently. Rena blinked. Her dad was more social than she thought. " Dude, that makes me the fourth demon hunter." Her eyes were haunted with her thoughts. " I think I might be sick." Dante smirked. " Uh huh. Riiight," "Dad!" "Sorry."

Definantly Rena had not expected this. " Again I will say my catch phrase that you have grown used to hearing regularly, Dad: Awesome. Sweetness." She said, deadpan. How much shock, amazment, and humor could one person take in one single day and eve? Enough could be enough but. . .Rena wanted more!

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Whew! After so long, my master piece is free! Took long enough. Now, my slaves, review! Or I will unleash my wicked and dark half-insane demonic powers on you!!! ^.^ Ja Ne.