Devil May Cry 4 the Witch
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Prologue:
Alone in a dark room, a young woman sat, one leg crossed over the other. She had long straight raven hair, a slender body, white porcelain skin, and eyes as blue as the sea. She lit a small red candle and placed it before her on the ground, aside a small cauldron filled with the proper ingredients needed for her spell. A spell only a full blooded witch was able to do.
"Just one last thing" she said as she took a picture of the white silver haired son of the Dark Knight Sparda. "Oh, Dante" she sighed amorously as she studied the picture. He was tall, handsome, brawny, and clad in his usual red and black trademark attire; his facial hair made him appear sophisticated and even more handsome, if that was even possible.
She placed the picture in the cauldron, watching as the liquid inside soaked through. She took a quick breath, placed her hands over the cauldron, and began to recite her spell,
"The perfect man I summon now
Another way I don't know how
Bring him now into the light
Come to me, Mr. Right."
She waited, anxious, growing nervous as each second passed. Only, nothing occurred. She continued to wait. Time continued to pass. Her patience wore and she sighed as once again nothing occurred. "Sucks…" she breathed out and smacked her hands on her scarcely covered legs, wincing from the sudden stinging pain for she wore a pink lace applique satin slip gown. She sighed as she moved to pick up the cauldron, coughing as a cloud of smoke emanated from it, hitting her square in the face. She waved her hand in front of her, "That's a cheap shot."
The smoke cleared and still nothing resulted. Why didn't it work? She mused. She took to the family heirloom, a large book, and looked through the instructions and ingredients. Nothing was missing. She hadn't forgotten anything. So why hadn't it worked? Her sigh changed to a growl as she heard her name being called by her older sister. "Coming!" she cried. She stood and trotted out of the attic and down the stairs toward the second floor where the bedrooms where located.
Unbeknownst to her, the potion she had made bubbled viciously in the cauldron.
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