Disclaimer: I don't own Dante, Lady, Vergil, or any of the Capcom characters that may appear in this story. The only character I own at this time is Cassandra. I'm not making any money and I'm broke so suing will get you no where.
Author's Note: I'd like to thank my betas Des and Nowshin for the help. This is AU I guess and takes place a year and half after DMC3. Feedback is greatly appreciated and remember that this is my first Devil May Cry Fanfiction so please be kind. And now . . . on with the show.
Dante was deeply disgusted. He'd been prowling the streets for hours and not a whisper of demon activity. Not even a peep. It made life damned boring. It'd been weeks since he'd had a good fight.
"Fuck it," he muttered, "Might as well head home."
Dante had walked several blocks before his senses finally picked up on the presence of other demons. "Ah. About time," Dante grinned. Seconds later a feminine cry of pain echoed from the alley across the street.
"Shit!" Dante sprinted across the street, Ebony and Ivory aimed and ready. Dante pulled up short upon entering the alley. The sight that met his eyes was not quite what he was expecting.
A woman was cornered by a horde of lesser demons. Cornered, but not defeated. Date watched as she dodged the swinging scythes of Hell Prides, Gluttonies, Abysses and Lusts.
Just looking at the woman Dante knew she wasn't human. Her hair was almost the color of fire. It reflected even the dull light from the street lamps. Her eyes glittered with desperate rage as she swung her glowing sword at her attackers. She moved too quickly and with too much strength to be a mere human woman. Actually, her fighting style was eerily familiar but at the moment Dante was too surprised to place it. Even as he watched she cleaved the head from one of the Prides. Every move was graceful and precise.
It was obvious that she'd pissed someone off however. Dante assumed it to be Mundus. Only Mundus would go so all out and besides most of the other generals in hell preferred to do their own blood shedding. Mundus must have wanted her blood badly to have sent so many after her. Dante snorted. It was obvious that he should have sent more. She wielded her sword gracefully, glowing green blade elegant and lithe like the one that wielded it. She was dressed in tight black pants and a simple white halter top. Her chest heaved with exertion.
As Dante watched, she cut down yet another of her attackers, but it was clear that she was loosing whatever strength she had quickly. Blood covered her from head to toe and Dante could see the many gashes that littered her pale skin. The woman paused gathering herself for one last push. "Come and get me, you bastards!" she taunted with a sneer.
Dante sighed. He never had been able to turn away from a damsel in distress. One of these days it was going to get him killed. "The enemy of my enemy is my friend or some such shit, right?" The platinum haired half-demon fired into the pack drawing their attention from the cornered woman. "Hey! Why didn't I get an invitation to the party?" All the demons in the alley turned to face the intruder. They snarled when they saw it was the son of the traitorous Sparda. He flashed a gorgeous grin. "You look like you could use some help, babe." Dante beckoned tauntingly to the demons. "Let's rock." Dante leapt into the air performing a Rain Storm. His bullets ripped through the demons, the alley echoing with the joyful roars of Ebony and Ivory.
Initially startled by the unexpected help, the woman renewed her attack leaping into the air and landing clear of the circle of demons. She swung her sword fluidly, obviously at home with the blade. Within minutes nothing remained but dismembered limbs and piles of sand.
Dante approached slowly, his beloved pistols still held ready in his hand. "What the hell did you do to piss them off, sweetheart?"
The woman's eyes widened as she took in her savior. It was a face she knew well. "Dante." She sheathed her sword and Dante noticed the sheath was attached to a pure gold linked belt inlaid with glittering blue jewels. "I've been looking for you."
"I'm flattered and all, but how do you know my name?" Dante demanded as the woman staggered towards him.
The woman tensed and she pulled her sword. "Duck!"
Instinctively, Dante obeyed and her sword flew over his head nailing a Hell Lust to the brick wall behind him. The Lust writhed furiously on the blade.
Dante stood. "Nice shot, babe. I love a dangerous woman." He aimed Ebony and pulled the trigger. The demon crumbled to dust leaving the sword embedded in the wall. He turned back to the woman casually. He placed the guns back in their holsters. The woman didn't want him dead by the looks of things. By throwing her sword she had also left herself weaponless. "You still didn't answer my question."
"I need your help, Dante." The woman said his name with familiarity. She took a deep pained breath. "Vergil needs your help." Her eyes rolled up in her head and she collapsed to the pavement unconscious.
