Under the Rainbow
A familiar scene. A familiar night. It was business as usual at the Devil May Cry. And by business, I mean Dante answering the phone every single time with a friendly "sorry, not open for business yet." The act was getting old fast.
His senses flared; something odd was about to go down. He felt a presenceā¦no, two. One familiar and one he did not recognize. Dante rested his feet comfortably on the desk and waited in the silence. And for about a minute, there was nothing but the silence to greet him back. But it was finally broken by the sound of a motorcycle. One that had just been driven straight through his wall. This bitch had nerve. He had just remodeled his building from the last time it was demolished.
The girl spoke in a condescending tone, told him that her name was Trish, and proceeded to hurl her motorcycle at Dante. Moved it out of the way. Easy task. As if after annihilating a demonic army of Hell, an ordinary vehicle would be the one to make him perish. But he admired the conviction nonetheless.
The girl suddenly wised up in awe of his power. She assured him that she was a friend. Lady walked up behind her, undetected, pressing her overly large gun against Trish's head.
"What is the meaning of this?"
"Added assuranceā¦" A response with a bang. Never underestimate a jealous woman. Lesson Learned.
But Dante was still curious why the bitch had to ram into his new place to start with. It didn't seem like a hit or a personal vendetta. So he gave the body a quick pat down. Got all the inappropriate areas. Then, Lady gave Dante the smack down; rammed him hard with the base of her gun, and searched Trish's body the right way. They'd laugh about it later.
In one of her pockets, she found a picture. It was of a large castle on an island. Lady knew some investigation would be necessary. A picture wasn't much to go on, but it was a start. They both got their weapons, and walked out onto the street. Unaware of what was happening. Unaware of who was waiting for them. But they had each other. That was a certainty they could both depend on, as they ventured through the fog by the light of the moon.
It rained hard that night.
