Okay, so I got the Devil May Cry HD collection and I must say it is fan-freaking-tastic! Though I have only played the third game so far, but from what I heard about the second game I'm probably only going to play the first game otherwise. Now Devil May Cry 3 may have been made a long time ago, but I generally don't give a crap about graphics, it's the game play that I worry about. And this game, certainly delivers. It is solid gold, unlike some games I know, not gonna mention any names. *Cough cough* Ninja Theory.

Anyway I came to the inspiration to write this lovely little story when I watched the original Teen Titans and saw all the trouble and crap that Raven had to go through with Malchior, then Slade, then her father. After seeing this I thought to myself. *You know what? This show is missing a little something. A certain white haired devil hunter.* Dante makes everything better.

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Devil May Cry or Teen Titans

Prologue

Part 1

The phone rang with an annoyingly high pitched tone that Dante could hear clear as day even with the water splashing around in his ears. That old ass phone along with the crappy stereo that rarely worked were really starting to get to him. Even so Dante shut off the water with a squeaky turn of the handle and stepped out of the shower. He pulled on his pants and stormed out of the bathroom ruffling his white hair until it was reasonably dry.

The phone rang away, screaming as if it was a person with their foot caught on fire. He stepped to the left hurriedly toward the ear piercing noise and looked down at his arm chair which was knocked over. The place certainly was a mess, but it was one hell of a hang out spot. With a light lift of the foot, Dante kicked the leg of the chair and once the legs touched the wood floor he threw himself into the cushion and threw his feet up onto his desk in one motion. He let down his right foot with a thunderous stomp, launching his phone into the air.

Dante didn't know who the hell was calling him already, but he didn't quite care. It was still way too early to be taking on any pointless chores of missions that were sure to come. Dante hung his head and stuck out his arm, catching the phone with ease.

As soon as he felt the cold metal of the phone touch his ear he lifted his head with a small grin. "Sorry... Not open for business yet." He then flicked his wrist and tossed it back onto the receiver. Dante grinned and reached across his lap and grabbed a slice of delicious pizza. "I haven't even picked a name for this joint." He took a bite. "And I'm already getting calls."

There was an eerie feeling in the air as Dante chewed on the warm, cheesy slice. A demon was near. Though he didn't let himself get concerned with it unless they came inside.

And sure enough, the door swung open and a man stepped inside. He dressed in a black, priest like outfit. Dante's eyes trailed upward and noticed that he was bald with some sort of grotesque burn mark trailing from under his collar to the right side of his face.

The shop owner simply ate on without a care in the world and took another bite out of the triangle slice of deliciousness. "You a customer too?" He chuckled as the priest stepped further into the shop. "Well. If you're looking for the bathroom, help yourself. The toilet's in the back."

The man trailed his fingers along the dark wood on the side of the pool table with an apathetic stare. "Is your name Dante... Son of sparda?" The man's eyes dropped on the shirtless shop owner, particularly on the object that rested from his neck on his washboard abs. An amulet crafted from silver with a glorious red ruby in its center.

"Where did you here that?" Dante glanced up at the man with a slight grin.

The man stepped forth and then stopped himself finally in front of Dante's desk. "From your brother." He held up his right hand. "He sent this invitation... Please, accept it." At that the mysterious man slapped his hand under the lip of Dante's desk and flipped it on him.

The son of Sparda immediately jumped up from his seat and kicked himself off his chair with a graceful flip. As he soared over the furniture Dante eyed his silver pistol and as soon as he landed on the demolished desk, he caught the weapon behind his back and twirled it, aiming forward. However once he looked up, his mysterious guest had completely disappeared and left an eerie silence. He scanned the now trashed room and shook his head, stuffing his pistol behind his waist band and hopping down from the desk.

Dante then held up his arm with an eager smirk and caught the still warm box of pizza in one hand, feeling the food land in after it. He held up his half eaten slice over his head, craving the warm crust and finely seasoned sauce in his mouth. However, as soon as he did this a strange mist filled the room and out of it flew a cloaked creature of great horrors that dashed at Dante, impaling him in the chest along with four others that followed.

Dante took the sharp sting without a problem as his pizza flew out of his hands and his arms went limp. Each of the demons had dead, grey skin and eyes that glowed blue along with their forever opened mouths. This was the type of fun that Dante was craving.

The white haired shop owner took one step owner and delivered a powerful shove that knocked all of the demons backward and even knocked a head loose from one of them. He turned his hand upward and caught the severed head in his palm and spun it like a basket ball as he crossed the room, dragging with him the demons' blades and even one of the demons which was still desperately hanging on.

As he crossed under his creaking ceiling fan, he ripped out the blade from his chest and tossed it upward, which severed the fan and hit the demons as it landed, still spinning. He threw the head over his shoulder and kicked the demon from its weapon and picked up his pizza which was lying next to his second pistol on the floor.

Dante raised his finger to the ceiling with a wide, eager grin as the demons reformed behind him. "This party's getting crazy, lets rock!" He stuck his finger out in front of him and hit the button of his jukebox, expecting it to turn on all badass like in the movies. However, said attempt was only met with the usual static. Dante hit the button again with a click, still nothing. Click! Click! Click! Still nothing. Dante turned around with a wide smirk toward the demons then quickly pivoted, raising his hand and swinging heavily to the floor. "Hyah!" The static rose, breaking the jukebox inward until the static stopped.

Now all Dante could hear was a heavy guitar riff coming from the speaker as it should. He tapped his foot with satisfaction as the demons growled aggressively behind him ready to attack. He quickly placed the pizza in his mouth, holding it with only his teeth, and then he quickly spun around throwing his arm forward and slicing one of the demons with one of the severed blades sticking from his arm.

He stepped to the side and kicked upward, crushing in the face of another demon then he stuck his arm out to his side, impaling the next demon yet again with the blade feeling it slide out of his arm as he threw up his foot, deflecting another strike. He ripped his arm from the blade and spun around, reaching for his pistol and leaning back so that he wouldn't get hit by the next attack. He watched the scythe grind against his weapon with lots of sparks then once it missed he stuck the barrel of the firearm in the demon's face and pulled the trigger.

He tossed his weapon then to his right hand and jumped upward, landing on top of another demon and gave himself a kick. Dante then proceeded to ride the demon forward, picking up his black pistol from the floor as he then started into a spin. "WHOOHOOHOOHOO! Alright!" He fired all around him as he passed through his shop, knocking over chairs and even the legs of his pool table, creating a ramp.

Dante hit said ramp until his demon ride hit the ceiling and he flipped downward landing on the raised end of the pool table. Then like a catapult a demon was launched through the air along with several pool balls that nearly missed his head.

With a wide smirk Dante raised his silver pistol and fired a shot at the all white cue ball, hitting it with perfect precision and launching it forward at a demon's head. He then put away his pistols and caught his sword, Rebellion in midair, slicing his pool table in half without care and kicking both halves at two more demons.

He rested Rebellion on his shoulder and turned around toward the remaining demons with a wide, excited grin. "The end?... Don't even bet on it."

Raven felt a suffocating presence as she suffered through her deep sleep. She had foolishly allowed herself to dream as always, which provoked her usual dream of her demonic father towering over her head as the world around her burned to a crisp. The souls of every human floating ominously toward him like a magnet. Her subconscious mind cursed herself and her father as she panicked as usual.

When she jolted awake, she looked around herself and as usual found all of her belongings floating around her bed from her own emotions. He panted and shivered from her usual nightmare, before she finally took a deep breath and regained her usual composure.

No matter how much she hid her emotions inside, she could never escape the worry of being the child of a demon. She knew that no one could possibly life a happy life with the same fate she was met with.

As she pulled off her covers and jumped from her bed she strolled with a depressing sigh over to her door, manipulating it as she approached it. She gasped as she was suddenly met face to face with a complete stranger. A bald priest with a horrible burn on his lower neck to his lower cheek. His yellow eyes beamed down at the cloaked girl who merely stared blankly at him, picking up her clock behind her and ready to defend herself.

"You..." He spoke to her. "You're the daughter of Trigon." He spoke in a deep voice. Raven pursed her lips with same and frustration at the mention of it, as soon as she woke up too. She did not drop her clock. "There is something you should know girl..." Raven tilted her head with a dangerous glare. "Your father will return. Whether you like it or not. He would want his daughter to be there when he does. Come to the tower..." He turned around and looked over his shoulder. "If you want to save your friends."

After those words the man merely disappeared and left Raven in her own distress. Her heart dropped to her feet as she looked out the window and saw the immensely large tower in the distance.

This had to be a nightmare.

Raven immediately rushed through the halls, determined to stop this mysterious priest before the unthinkable could happen.

Demons surrounded Dante staring at him through their glowing eyes as they raised their scythes provocatively. He looked over his shoulder at his shop which was plenty wrecked enough. "Damn it! You guys totally wrecked my shop, and I didn't even get to name it yet!" He threw rebellion into the air and twirled his red coat in front of him, spinning it around his body before he swiftly threw his arms through the sleeves and flapped the spit tails backward and caught Rebellion.

Suddenly a heavy rumble was felt behind him. Dante spun around with dread as he watch the dust pick up from the walls of his shop crash onto itself until it was merely a pile of rubble. He bared his teeth and pointed his claymore sword at each of the demons. "I hope you all have enough to cover all this!"

The demons of course didn't respond and instead lunged at Dante all at once, but as soon as they did Dante merely spun in a circle, flinging Rebellion around him as he cut through each of the reaper like demons, turning them to dust. The lot empty with a silent whistle that blew past his ears.

Dante looked over his shoulder at his newly demolished shop with an angry grunt as he pulled the edges of his coat over his bare torso. This was going to be expensive, but the mention of his brother was much more important.

The devil hunter looked straight up at the top of the tower with a small grin. "It's been a whole year since we last met. Where does the time go?" The then flipped his coat and proceeded forward toward the tower. "No doubt, you got some fun planned for me. RIGHT VERGIL!?"

Chapter End.

Now for these first few parts it will basically be the storyline to Devil May Cry 3, but with some notable differences. Fist of all, Raven will take Lady's place in the story line, and instead of needing Lady's blood to open the hell gate they need the blood of Trigon.

Obviously the further chapters will be different, but for now enjoy and stay beautiful.

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