Hey ^.^ New story! I've decided to go through the whole of DMC3 but changing it up a little bit with a love story. I'm pretty much sticking to the script and just adding a little more in. I hope you like. Dont worry i'll be geting back to my other story soonish :D

A/N: I don't own Devil May Cry but Dante owns me :D thankyouuu.

Chapter 1

He was lying face down on the ground, in a large puddle of water mixed with his own blood. I could do nothing to help him before and I couldn't do anything now. Vergil's demons had a hold on my arms, pinning them back with their cloak covered, skeletal hands. He had lost this battle. Vergil and Arkham had retreated his silver amulet, right after piecing his very own sword straight through his own body. I tugged roughly, trying to pull away, the tears streaming down my face at the frustration of no success, as the man I loved, but could never admit that to him, lay motionless in front of my blurry eyes. There he was, my broken, my defeated, my …

''... DANTE!''

It was early morning. The sun peeking through the new clouds, shined dimly on the black brickwork. I walked towards this building, curious of why I was sent here or what was to come of it.

I had awakened to find myself lying flat out in the gutter with a small note placed in my hand, containing the address of the building I was currently walking towards. There was no real reason why I would actually come here, except I had a strong feeling in my heart that I should. I also had no memory of how I had ended up asleep outside, but I had no one to question. The ground had made my body feel stiff as I reached the door and knocked twice. There was no answer. I tried pushing the door open and was surprised when it moved, swinging inwards. I stepped inside, closing the door, quietly behind me. I found myself standing in a large open room with a hard wooden floor. I looked around taking in the surroundings. There was a drum set and a jukebox in the right corner beside me and in the left corner were a few guitars. The back corner was full with a deep red, leather couch, surrounded by speakers, a fridge and a red cloak hanging up. A large pool table stood next to a black rail of a set of stairs. Completing the room was a desk with a phone upon it, an open pizza box and too pistols. I stood there wondering what could be so important about this place, but gave that thought up as I shrugged my shoulders and walked over to sit on the couch, crossing my legs. As I was sitting there, I noticed a brown door and the sound of running water coming from behind it. I was curious as to what was behind there when the phone on the desk started ringing and the water suddenly cut off.

The door opened and a man, around nineteen/twenty, stepped into the room, rubbing his fingers in his wet, white hair. He was shirtless, wearing nothing but a pair of black fingerless gloves, jeans and boots. Oh, and a silver chain around his neck with a large, red gem, resting on his perfectly muscled chest. He was gorgeous! My jaw fell slack as he walked to his desk not noticing me and kicked a chair that was lying on its side. It flipped numerous times before landing perfectly upright. He sat on it, and flung his legs up onto the desk, the force making the phone fly up into the air, his hand came up to meet it perfectly and he answered.

''Sorry, not open for business yet.''

His voice sounded low and silky. He released the phone roughly and it fell straight back into place. He laughed to himself.

''I haven't even picked a name for this joint and I'm already getting calls,''

He mused to himself as he picked up a slice of pizza from the open box on his desk and took a bite, causing a string of cheese as he pulled it from his lips.

''Maybe they're desperate for this place to open then,''

I said smugly. I decided to alert him to my presence, otherwise I probably wouldn't be noticed for days. Good God, the guy could get robbed and he wouldn't even notice.

''Woah! How did you get in here?''

His head snapped in my direction. His eyes grew wide and ended up nearly choking on his pizza.

''You really shouldn't leave your door unlocked you know. Anyone could walk in,''

I winked at him. I couldn't resist. A smirk played across his face when I did that and he lounged back in his chair, relaxing again.

''Fair play. So, why are you here babe?''

He asked me, biting into his pizza again.

''I was hoping you knew the answer to that. And don't call me 'babe.' Do I look like a pig to you?''

I thought I'd play smart with the boy. He looked the type that would play along. He looked at my fake scowl and burst out in laughter.

''No, you don't look like a pig, you look damn fine,''

He said, waggling his eyebrows at me and grinning. I couldn't help but laugh.

''What's the name then?''

He asked me.

''Demi,''

I replied with a sweet smile, leaning back on the couch and folding my arms.

''Sweet,''

He mumbled around another bite of pizza.

''Do I get your name?''

I asked him curiously.

''What do you want it to be?''

He replied cockily with a smirk.

I raised one eyebrow at him and stood up, walking over to his desk and perching myself on the corner, picking up a slice of pizza and chewing delicately.

''If you were anyone else I would have kicked your ass for doing that, but you look so good sitting on my desk that I can't find it in my heart to complain,''

He smiled up and me.

''Shut up,''

I said laughing. I dropped the nibbled pizza slice back in the box and slid off the desk.

''Bathroom?''

I asked, pointing to the brown door he came out of.

''Sure, help yourself,''

He shrugged and picked up another slice of pizza. I walked into the room and started to refresh myself when I heard the front doors of the building click open. I leaned against the bathroom door listening.

''You a customer too? Well, if you wanna use the bathroom, help yourself. The toilets in the back,''

He said to someone. Why the hell did he mention the bathroom? He knew I was in here! I wondered who he was talking to when a deep, menacing voice replied to him.

''Is your name Dante, son of Sparda?''

Who now?

''Where did you hear that?''

He said. So I take it that was true. Hmm Dante. Not a bad name, but son of Sparda? I thought I'd heard that name before.

''From your brother. He sent this invitation for you. Please accept it,''

The voice replied. Then I heard a loud crash as something large from the other room collided with the door I was leaning on. I took a step back and sat on the floor, listening. It went quiet, and then suddenly, Dante spoke up.

''Invitation huh?''

I listened intently as the sound of many blades ripping through flesh sounded close. I jumped up and kicked the door down to see Dante standing still with giant blades piercing his whole body. Holding the blades were … demons.

I saw red. I despise demons. I am only human, yet I have devoted my home life for research on them and developed a hatred. My eyes widened as I saw Dante push a demon away from him and start spinning its head on his finger. I continued to stare in disbelief as he walked forward, dragging a demon behind him holding onto a blade through his back. How was he not dead! He kicked the demon off without a second thought and picked up another slice of pizza out the box that was now on the floor on the way to the jukebox. He ripped one of the blades out of his chest which made me flinch and threw it up in the air, causing a ceiling fan to fall and cut the demons that were standing beneath to shreds.

''This parties getting crazy! Let's rock!''

I let out a little burst of hysterical laughter when he said this and pushed a button on the jukebox. The music failed to work. He turned around and saw me laughing. He frowned and jammed his finger over and over onto the button, desperate for it to work. I doubled over in laugher, so in an effort to impress, he turned to smile at me, and then slammed his fist into the jukebox. It smashed under the pressure and a rock tune started blaring. He started tapping his foot and nodding his head. I giggled and leaned up against the wall folding my arms and nodding my head to the beat.

Demons started advancing on him as he took in the song. His arm moved up to his mouth and his teeth gripped the pizza swiftly as he turned and punched a demon, moving from one to the next, using the blade stuck in his arm and leg to attack. He held a demon back while removing the pizza slice form his mouth and kicking a demon across the jaw. Then he turned and pulled a silver pistol from the back of his trousers, blocking a blade of a demon that advanced on him. The pistol blocked the blade from taking his head clean off. Sparks flew from the metal spinning on metal. He shot one in the face and jumped on top of another. The demon fell to the floor, Dante standing on it. He winked at me and smiled and I smiled back, my eyebrows pulling together in curiosity.

''Woo!''

He yelled and pushed one foot along the floor, making the demon slide. He grabbed another pistol off the floor, this one black and span in a fast circle, shooting two pistols again and again, killing demons all around him. I ducked behind his flipped over desk. Hm, that's what must have bashed against the door. He could have shot me! I peeped back up. He had somehow knocked the front legs of the pool table over and was sliding up it, like he was on some demonic skateboard.

''Woohoohoohoo!'

He yelled again. I jumped back up when I heard the end of the gun fire.

''Idiot!''

I shouted at him. He laughed as he flew up into the air. The demon went flying to the ceiling and Dante fell back down, landing on the other side of the pool table, flipping it up along with a sword and sending snooker balls everywhere. The white ball flew past his head and he smiled. He pulled up a pistol and shot it. Causing it to hit numerous other balls and take out many surrounding demons. The sword fell back down and he caught it, turning around and sliced his pool table in half and kicking the pieces towards demons, crushing them against the walls. He faced me again.

''The end?''

He asked me, holding his sword at the hilt as it rested across his shoulders. I nodded slightly.

''Don't bet on it,''

He scoffed as he walked over to me. I started at him expressionless.

''What was that?''

I asked him.

''I think that was me kicking a good round of demon ass,''

He sniggered.

''Can you kindly tell me how you're still alive?''

I placed my hand on my hip cautiously. He smiled at the movement.

''Let's just say I'm a little different than your average devil hunter,''

He replied, a little too careful for him.

''You're one of them aren't you? I can tell. I fucking hate demons.''

I saw what he just did. No human could possibly fight back like that, so quick and easy. My blood started to boil. He sighed, dropping his sword to the floor and trapping me against the wall as he placed his hands either side of my head, leaning into me. His breath tickled my cheek as I turned my head away from him.

''Only half breed babe, you know you can't resist the human in me and I'm gonna make you accept the demon too,''

He whispered, half serious. His words made me shiver slightly and he moved back leaning against something, picking up his sword and toying with it. A ceiling fan above wobbled and fell. The place looked wrecked. I saw Dante stare at the pizza box. Seriously, how did he keep his body that toned after eating that much pizza? He walked towards it and crouched down for a slice when a demon came out of nowhere and stepped on it. I jumped slightly but was intrigued at how Dante would handle this. From what i've just heard, you dont mess with the guys pizza. He straightened out of his crouch and shot the demon so quickly, if I'd have blinked, I would have missed it. A new song started playing on the jukebox as he walked towards his red cloak, hanging up next to me. He flipped it over his shoulder and looked at me, holding out his hand. I looked at it then placed my hand in his.

''So, you really have no idea why you're here?''

He asked me.

''Nope not a clue,''

I replied.

''I don't see any problem in you sticking around,''

He grinned and pulled me towards the front door, walking with me. He looked back at me for one moment and laughed.

''I can already tell. This is gonna be one hell of a party!''

And then he kicked down the front door of his building.

And the journey begins :D Please review, I'd like to know what you think. Thankyouu ^.^