A/N: Hello! This is my first DMC fanfic, written together with Reddiamond29(link below)
u/2254840/Reddiamond29

We don't own anything, except our OC's Amens and Demens.

Shots rang through the air, followed by a puff.

"Finally! Took you long enough." A young man's voice said. He had a long, denim trenchcoat over a red hoodie and blue jeans. In front of him lay five demons, all dead.

Suddenly, he saw a movement in the corner of his eye and quickly shot the last demon.

"You guys never die, do you?" The young man complained. He sighed and put the gun back in its holster. As he turned to walk away he heard a giggling sound behind him. He stopped and looked around to find the source of the sound, to see that behind him a small girl stood, no more than sixteen years old. Her hair was light blond and shoulder length, and ice blue eyes with a mad glint looked curiously at him. Her white dress was stained by age and dirt and it seemed like she forgot her shoes somewhere else. In her hands she held a big and blood-stained chainsaw that she simply held behind her back.

"Who are you?" He asked as he took a step back.

"A pretty little boy like you shouldn't be out this late alone…" The girl trailed off and gave him a half mad smile.

He heard footsteps behind him and a small "I'm sorry" reached his ears before pain exploded in the back of his head and he fell unconscious.

Riiing, riiing, rii-

"Devil may cry." Dante lazily drawled.

"Oh thank the Saviour! I need your help and Nero hasn't come home yet and he said he would and I'm really worried and-"

"Whoa, slow down babe! Who is it?" he cut off the female voice on the other end.

"It's- it's Kyrie, from Fortuna. Do you remember?" she hesitantly asked.

"…no. Who?"

"You- you don't remember?" A sob was heard on the other end. "Really? I- I can't believe it, you really-"

"Hey, chill! I was just joking, of course I remember! How's the kid?" he cut her off with a smirk.

"That's what I'm calling about. He's gone! He went out on a mission a few days ago and he had promised he'd be back by now!"

"Okay, okay, just… Just take it easy. If it's that important to you, then fine, I'll go check on the kid, see if I can't find anything." He said with a sigh.

"Oh thank you, thank you! I really appreciate it! I-"

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Don't worry, he'll be back within a few days. I promise." And with that, Dante cut off the conversation, Kyrie still talking in the other end.

In a day, Dante caught up on a lead about the case and immediately followed up. He had made a promise, after all.

He was now sitting in a shady bar, a single beer bottle in his hand. It reeked of filth and years of dust, but it wasn't like he was actually going to drink.

Suddenly, the door jingled. In stepped a girl, average height. She was quite skinny, almost as if she hadn't eaten properly the last few years. Her hair was a shaggy, very dark brown colour. It reached down to her tailbone in a braid, but with bangs framing her face. Her eyes held an almost midnight blue colour, with a scared quality lurking inside. She had long, black trousers and a simple, black shirt with long sleeves.

She seemed in a hurry, as she walked up to the bar and asked for a couple of bottles of whisky, to-go. The bartender, after a quick skim of the surrounding bottles, asked her to wait a moment as he hurried down to the basement to fetch some more.

Her eyes wavered everywhere, and he noticed a strange smell on her. Almost like…

Dante gripped her arm, but as he did so, the girl made a face as if she was going to cry, and he suddenly doubted his way of treating her was the right one. Nevertheless, she sat down beside him and put her hands on the table, all the while staring pointedly at her fingers.

"You wouldn't happen to know where a friend of mine is?" He asked her, never letting go of her arm. She shivered, but didn't say anything.

He continued.

"'cause, you know, you have the strangest scent on you…" he trailed off as she noticeably tensed. Her eyes averted as she hesitantly responded.

"N-no?" She squeaked out.

"Oh really?" He said, an eyebrow quirked.

Neither said anything for a long while, Dante looking at her, trying to coax the truth out of her and the girl staring off onto her hands, until the bartender returned with the flasks of liquor she had requested. The girl simply snatched them up and hurried over to the door. Just as she stepped out, Dante heard a strange sound from her. Almost like a sob…

A good five minutes after she had gone, he swiftly stood up, walked out of the bar, and calmly picked up her trail.