(Okay. Firstly: DMC and all its original characters and storylines belong to CAPCOM. This is only a fan-fiction after all and I do not plan on making a profit on it, what-so-ever. Reina and Celeste are the only characters that are property of my friend Dragon and me. Yeah. I know. WTF! OC!? Gomen nasai minna! Well, I hope you all enjoy. Comments are welcome.)

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Dante: sitting lazily in chair You gonna tell the story or not?

Reina: I'm getting to it.

Dante: You're just writing this as you go, aren't ya. takes bite of pizza

Reina: Nooo What makes you say that? steals a slice of pizza from Dante

Dante: Hey! That's mine! glare

Virgil: She's got nothing.

Celeste: Nothing what-so-ever.

Reina: gloom At least the pizza's good. munch munch

Dante: annoyed …Eating my pizza…

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Devil May Cry: Necromancer's Promise

Ch. 1: I Can't Protect You

The room of the apartment was cold and dark. On the wall, the clock showed that it was 3:05 in the morning. But it had run out of batteries a long time ago, so no one paid it any mind. Through the darkness, in one corner of the room, sat one of the inhabitants of this small apartment. She sat on her bed, her knees pulled up to her chest. She was crying. And although she was aware that she was alone in the house, out of habit she still tried to hide her tears in her denim jeans.

Outside, the rain pounded on the windowpane, fogging the glass in a chilly haze. The girl forced herself off the bed and walked over to the sullen window. She touched the slick glass with her fingertips. It was cold. Not that she had doubted it would be. But she couldn't help but wish that maybe, just maybe, it would turn out to be warm.

"Pull yourself together Celeste." Her blue eyes closed tight and she shook her head. Her golden- pink tinged hair fanning out around her at the vigorous motion. "There's nothing I can do."

When she lay her forehead against the window, she could see the flooded streets of LA below. She cursed how there were no lights around to reflect their colorful hues off the grey water. The street her apartment stood on had lost all power due to the storm and she knew it would be a long time before the power company was able to do anything about it.

"Just my fuckin' luck."

Celeste took a deep breath and exhaled half-heartedly. She didn't know what to do. She fought against the sleep that was trying to take over her body. It was the nightmares that kept Celeste from sleeping. The nightmares replaying over and over in her head like a DVD she had to continue playing for an obsessed preschooler. And what made it worse, was that she could only guess at what had happened on that day when the nightmares began.

Her sister…she remembered getting a call that Saturday. Her sister, Reina, had called to say that she would be a little late getting back because of work. Celeste hadn't been too enthused by this news, being as it was dangerous to be walking home at night in the streets of LA, but her sister had shrugged it off jovially.

"No prob." She had laughed. "Any pervs that come my way, I'll kick their fuckin' asses." There was a short chuckle, then a beep and that was the end of it.

"If I knew the truth…" Celeste fought back more tears that stung her eyes. "I could've saved you." Her hand turned into a fist and she slammed it against the window. "You IDIOT!" Her voice echoed throughout the room. "You thought you could take on demons on your own and look what happened!" The glass rattled again under the impact of Celeste's fist. "You went and got yourself fuckin' killed, you jackass!!"

In the streets below, a man stands robed in black. He gazes up to the second story of the run-down apartment, where an auburn haired girl cries silently behind her foggy windowpane.