New story! This one is a Devil May Cry story. I don't own any of the characters or places or weapons or anything related to the games. Just the plot, and my OC's. Please read and review!

A Visitor

Dante Sparda lounged in his seat. His office, as usual, was chaotic. Papers, magazines, pizza boxes, empty cans, pieces of personal clothing, you name it, it was on the floor. And the tall, silver-white haired man sitting with his feet up on the desk, didn't care. Of course later on in the day Patty would visit him, as she always did, and would moan and groan whilst he nodded and made vague half coherent noises to let her know that he wasn't really listening. Then she would give up and start cleaning. That doesn't mean that he wouldn't pay her. Oh he would, but not in the way that she would like. It wouldn't pay for it to get out, but Dante was heavily involved in her mothers business of providing information to those who were looking to join the ranks of the Devil Hunters. Once a week Dante would go down there with his Devil Arms and give the wannabes a little taste of what Devil Hunting was like! A bit like a part time school teacher, he also would pass on any bit of work that required things like healing a wound caused by a devil weapon. These things were not the work of a slayer and were more suited to the likes of a power wielder like Patty's mom. In return Patty was allowed to keep visiting. And cleaning, something Dante let her do for free. In truth Dante mainly wanted to keep an eye on the child. Naïve or not, Patty was labelled for execution by several powerful devils. Her role in the Abigail problem had gotten out and the last thing any devil generals or knights wanted, was someone like her who would get into trouble with them and inexplicably win. So, like happened with Dante and Vergil, they tried to kill her before she could become a threat. So far, no good, her protection was too strong and all would be beaten back. So that was why he was content to sit and lounge in a chair, he owed her so much he couldn't complain when she did all this despite his not wanting the mess cleaned up.

Now would be a good time to describe the man in question. Tall, well over six feet, Dante has silver-white hair and electric eyes. He dresses almost entirely in red and black, so no prizes as to his favourite colours. Well muscled and toned he could easily be the object of any womans desire. In fact when you coupled his personality with his appearance you got a man who made women sigh and men fume. But he wasn't all that wonderful! He had a dark streak in him that attracted him, not only to danger, but to ultra violence. Sadistic pleasure was taken in gutting demons with massive swords. His personality also was a bad thing. Completely frivolous he hardly ever took anything seriously and would wisecrack all the way to the Underworld. Alive or dead Dante Sparda was an odd character. He was arrogant to a fault and always confident that he could take anything. Nothing scared him.

However, neither was he all bad. He had a deep concern for the human world and all it inhabitants. He understood them in ways others couldn't and he respected them. He was also a loyal friend and a great ally. He was also somewhat chivalrous in that he would always defend a lady, no matter how skilled she was. It had earned him many blows but beneath the cocky arrogant over-bearing and conceited surface was a strong willed, brave courageous self sacrificing and above all else caring person. But don't spread that around, it wouldn't do his reputation any good.

The bell over the doorway rang. Dante answered from under the magazine across his face automatically.

"If you want to use the restroom it's in the back. If it's you Patty, you're early, how are you, I'm very well thank you very much, the broom is in the closet under the stairs. Lady, Trish or possibly Lucia, be with you as soon as you laugh at my ridiculous intro, or in Lucia's case snort and give me the silent treatment. If it's either of my two brothers, don't slice me Verge, or hey kid how's it going, how's Kyrie? Sorry Nero. If you're a customer what's the password? If it's a demon, I'm busy getting some relaxing done, so call back later and I'll kill you then."

Silence. Not a word. Dante looked up.

Standing in front of him was a man. Tall, dark brown hair, medium breadth shoulders, wearing a dark blue trench coat, a white t-shirt, blue jeans and black boots. His eyes however were completely shrouded under his dark hair which hung like a veil in front of his face. He stepped forward and glanced around the room. Dante stood and walked round the front of his desk to meet him. As he did so he noticed two things which made him make sure Rebellion was in the room and Ebony and Ivory were in reach. The first was a huge broadsword strapped to the guys back. It was not as ornate as Rebellion, but it was functional and razor sharp. The second was a large pistol strapped into the cross draw position on the mans left hip. It too looked like it was perfectly functional. The man strode straight up to Dante and stopped maybe two feet away from him. Strangely Dante found that he didn't have to look very far down to have the little staring contest they immediately started. And those eyes were somewhat frightening. They were dark blue, very dark. If there was a colour to describe them it was Dark Ice! Worse still was the combination of smell, stance and resonance that came from Dante's devil side telling him that this was not a human. He was no devil either! Dante had never encountered an angel, but this didn't feel like one either. Whatever this guy was, he was unclassified. After a staring competition that lasted for almost half an hour the man spoke.

"So, you are as foolish as they say you are Dante Sparda!"

Dante blinked, (He lost the staring match at this point so he immediately started to resent the stranger), "What did you say?"

The stranger walked off with a casual swagger and replied, "Exactly what I said. That reception was a pitiful show of your lack of intelligence."

"Perhaps if you didn't like it then you should turn around and walk your ugly ass back through that door pal!"

"Please, it was entertaining. To say the least, it brought a smile to my face. Did you really collect all those Devil Arms?" he pointed through the wall.

Dante tensed, he knew where they were despite the fact they were on the opposite side of the wall! "Yes I did. Every single one. Mastered them all too!" that carried just a landslide of ego and pride behind it.

The stranger snorted in derision. "Not bad for a kid."

Dante narrowed his eyes until they were electric blue slits. "You're on dangerous grounds boy, and about to cross some lines! Especially since there is something really wrong with you!"

"Naturally you can tell devil boy! I would be very disappointed if you didn't. But I really haven't come here to trade banter with you, even if it is a good game. I want to see how good you are in a fight!"

Dante summoned Rebellion with one wave of his hand.

"Then you've come to the right place!"

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