AN: Hello Everyone and welcome to a new fanfiction story of mine. This time, I decided to go with something related to Devil May Cry universe and its wonderful and memorable characters. It's actually a very old story of mine, written almost six years ago and have been editing it till now ^^; Although, it still needs some more correction, but otherwise I am happy with the result. More importantly, I am writing for fun and hope to improve in my English. I would much appreciate your kind and lovely supports and helpful reviews ^_^. So here is the first chapter of the first season of my story. Hope you enjoy it.
Be aware that the story tells from my OC's POV.
"Dialogues"
Thoughts
Another language
Inner Demon
Disclamation: Devil May Cry and all its characters belong to Capcom. Roxana and her inner Demoness a.k.a Dark Queen belong to Me ^_^
Prologue
Everyone has the right to call the bizarre events occurred in their life as extraordinary or special. I am no exception of that as well, but considering the circumstances I had lived through these past four/five years, I am hesitant to believe that the incidents happened to me- not sure if I could call them extraordinary- but were called uncanny. The word 'special' does not approve to define the situations I got involved with, but surely they were meant to happen for certain reasons.
But why?...
Somehow, when I look back and regard at all that I experienced all those years till now, I can't help but take full responsibility of my actions and their consequences. Call it Karma, but I call it the reflection of your own doings, fair and square. Therefore, I do not complain nor have the right to say I regret some things that I committed. However, most of it was my fault and the scarce sparks commencing the events were out of my power and control; call it fate's play or a siren call. I have faith in God and think he had a very good and accurate reason for all that came to me.
This was the first positive view I had regarding my past, but observing it through realistic eyes, I myself am only to blame for the grief and pain I endured all these years; because of my folly, weakness, naivety, stupidity… foolishness! Yes, because I was and am a Foolish. Human. Girl.
That's what he used to call me often and I began to believe it. It infuriated me at the start, but when I thought about it, I couldn't blame but to give him the right.He was always right… to the point that he managed to be the only man who succeeded to outsmart me. His opposed ideals always clashed with mine and yet, whenever I thought righteousness would be on my side, my own ideals backfired terribly by betraying me cruelly; shattering like a fragile illusion into million pieces that I couldn't patch them together.
Come to think of it, why did I even bother to put the shattered pieces together when they were not real but fake fantasies at the beginning?! Maybe because I was afraid to let him see me broken or defeated against him! Or maybe I never wanted to give him the impressions he has the upper hand over me or feel condescend! Or maybe it was because of my own selfish pride and prejudice!
Sometimes, I was struggling with my emotions and logic to the threshold of madness and wanted nothing but to blame him and get him out of life. But later, I would witness him being actually my source of comfort and relief, my salvation. When I would go to the brink of mental break down, he was there to embrace me, sooth me, and whisper promises of a better future. The least I heard him say when he felt helpless to save my sanity was to tell me a sentence I used to say to everyone:
Everything will be all right, you'll see!
And I believed him… desperately clinging to his words as if my life depended upon (which was merely the ironic truth).
However, I sometimes tell myself that if I hadn't involved myself too deeply and intimately with him, then none of these pains and torments would have haunted me like reapers and vanguards. They plagued my nightmares and dreams, whether awake or asleep, they were there 24/7; the only times I felt at peace, were when he was there with me, speaking to me, distracting me with his alluring eyes and soothing voice. His presence was enough distraction, for he was always quite conspicuous for me.
But nevertheless, I SHOULD HAVE done something before I was lured into this path where I stand now. If I had prevented it, did something to postpone this ambition, then perhaps I had a chance of salvation.
But what hindered me from abstaining?
Him?!
Perhaps or perhaps not! After all, I had heard and merely witnessed the troubles he went through as well, and blaming him for the means that weren't meant for him nor were his real intentions would be unfair.
Unfair?!...
I can't deny but think of him influential on intentional matters; like when he and I were actually enemies to start. Later we became allies and later…
Through war love can bloom as well!
That's what my father used to say and I kept hearing it occasionally from my friends and close ones every few hundred years. I never believed in the nature of love at all since, I thought it was only a genuine biological explanation of the body which occurs when interacting an item or person that ardently attracts human's attention. The term 'love' was not something I thought I would ever understand. Not that I had any complains, but never imagined I would be victimized in such unexpected, harsh way…
Become head over heels for your arch enemy!
My condition and his were never in good terms for a long time- at least I felt it being a long time, and later, only cease-fire reigned between us. Friendship and sense of mutual kindness was foreign for us both and nor could we manage to bestow it upon one another for it sounded quite preposterous. The least progress we managed in our relationship was to become allies in battle- although even THAT you have blame somebody else for it.
Never in our lives had we imagined or dreamed things would develop so drastically between two opposed people;
But as they say, opposites attract, right?
The sudden flung had both of us startled and flustered at the same time. Our reaction to the discovery was equal and common. I must inform that he was first who could no longer hold his sacrosanct promise to hold his grudge forever for me. Therefore, his persistence in attaining my affection resulted in a long conflict of our heart and logic and one another in person. In the end…
End?...
We still haven't reached it…
If I had the strength and resistance now I have back then, things would have turned out quite differently. More different than how it is now.
Let me tell you the story from the very beginning; a very good place to start…
It all started four years ago with a cliché sentence… it all started with,
Dear Diary…
AN: Yup, it always starts with something cliché, but not all of them end as they always do! Don't forget to write me your kind reviews and thoughts, either positive or negative, they are all warmly welcome. Love ya all ^/^