A Death Dealer's Job is Never Done

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from DMC, although I would like to point out that I do own the characters Kurogawa Yasumoto and Kurogawa Yui.

Kurogawa Yasumoto is a Death Dealer, one who destroys Demons who have committed grievous crimes in the Human World. However, what happens when he is called upon by the British Government to take down a would-be terrorist? DMC x V for Vendetta crossover. AU, OC, Ku x Yui, Dante x Evey

Chapter 1

Enter the Death Dealer

Some say that Death is one entity that holds the power to take the life of whoever's time it is to go. I often beg to differ with this theory. I like to believe that Death is a shadow that hovers over us everyday, waiting for the perfect opportunity to take our lives. If we don't confront it then we will forever be victim to its power over us. However, if one does find the courage to do so, then one becomes something beyond that of a human. Such a theory leads me to my next question, have you ever tasted death? Have you ever found yourself so close to it that you could only have guessed that it was poised to strike you down in that very instant? I have...all too many times. I've bared the fear of death. It latched itself upon me for so long that I had almost lost myself to it. However, amidst my struggle of drowning within my horror, I had found the resolve to conquer it. In order to conquer it, I had to do the one thing that would have purged me of my fear, I had to face Death. Therefore, I took up my blade and I fought it with all my might and in the end, I conquered it. When it was all over, I noticed so many things begin to change within me. I became faster, smarter, stronger. Everything that I used to know about myself had become greater than before. Yet, in doing so, not only did my physical abilities increase beyond normal limits but little did I know that I had exposed myself to a curse, which in essence destroyed me just as well as it created me. My name is Kurogawa Yasumoto, the Death Dealer, and this is my story…

It began on a dark and stormy night. The rain was pouring down upon the world like a never-ending waterfall and still the moon found a reason to shine itself upon this dark place that we called Earth. I drove my car through the streets, keeping my speed as high as I could without losing any time. The rain was pouring down so hard that I had to set my wipers on high in order to get it out of my view. The sound of every drop falling on the roof of my car caused a loud pattering sound which even though some people would have found annoying, I found rather soothing. Hell, any other sound was just as soothing compared to the sound of a Demon's agonized screams. How maddening it was to listen to that horrid shriek, especially after 23 years of spilling their blood. Once you've killed so many of those creatures, it is not only when you kill them that you hear that piercing noise, but even after you kill them it still echoes through your mind. If there was one reason that I hated Demons, it was because of that. I remembered when I first became a Death Dealer and I heard my first victim scream. The sound sent shivers down my spine for three days before the shock subsided. However, over the years, I've gotten used to it. I assumed that after 23 years of killing Demons I would have assumed that the sound of a screech was as natural as the sound of dripping tap water or the sound of hearing car-horns sound out as you're walking down the street. Now instead of plunging me into fear, it irritated me to no end. What began as an incessant fear of them became an unquenchable rage towards them.

My car slowly came to a stop before I twisted the key to turn it off. I looked through my window towards the seemingly abandoned nightclub where I had sensed the strange amount of Demonic energy. It didn't look too clear from the window due to the massive amounts of rain, which were flowing down my window as well as the sunglasses over my eyes, which obscured my view even more. Nevertheless, I knew this was the place. What I didnt understand was why this club was claimed to be abandoned and yet there were two bouncers standing at the entrance. It seemed odd, but I didnt ask questions about it since such a thing was irrelevant to me. I was here for one reason and one reason alone, to destroy the Demons in this place.

For the past four days, I had been noticing an unusual amount of spirit energy, which came from this particular place. At first my assumptions were that this was a gathering for the local spirits. However, as the changes went by over the few days I had been keeping watch over it, a spiritual gathering seemed highly unlikely with this type of energy. After a few more moments of staring at the club, I finally decided to get out of my car. Just from opening the door, I had become drenched due to the heavily falling rain, which came down upon me like a river in the sky. The thunder rolled as lightning bolts pierced through the dark skies above. Therefore, I moved as quickly as I could through the storm so as not to be struck by lightning due to the weapon I carried. To the naked eye, my weapon was nothing but a normal katana. However, like all things, there is always more than meets the eye.

Yes, my sword possessed the qualities of a normal katana, but there was so much more to it, but let's save the details for later, you'll find out what I mean soon enough.

When I tried to get into the abandoned club, I was stopped by the two bouncers, who guarded the door,

"Hold on, sir, are you on the list?" One of them asked me.

I brought my head up to glare into their faces, "Kurogawa Yasumoto…" I said with the darkest voice you could have ever heard.

They looked at each other and then began to search the list for my name. It took them a few moments to look through the list. To normal humans the wait would have been worth it, but for me, in the presence of such Demonic presences, I hadnt the faintest bit of patience for these creatures. When they were done searching through the list, they looked up at me and turned me away. That was it, I couldn't hold back my anger any longer. I grabbed onto their faces and slammed their heads into the wall of the club causing the back of their skulls to break open spewing blood all over the wall, "Don't deal with one who deals death…" I said before I made my way into the club.

My first objective was completed, now there was but one more for me to complete and then it would have been all over: Search and Destroy. I continued walking through a dimly lit hallway. The sound of every one of my footsteps echoed down the corridor bringing me closer to my final objective. At last, I finally arrived at the clubroom. It was just as I'd first expected, this was no mere gathering for Demons. Everywhere I looked, I was able to sense strong Demon energy coming from each one of these fiends. However, these types of Demons were different from the regular Demons that I was used to fighting. I began to notice this when I became eighteen years old. Over the years, the Demons began evolving in order to have a better chance of hiding themselves from those who sought to destroy them.

However, what amazed me the most was that they had also developed a way to control their hunger for human flesh over the years. In a way, they almost seemed to be human in an un-natural sense. To make a long story short, they had developed themselves so well that I have come to name them Neo-Demons.

Just by walking into this hell-forsaken place, I noticed that all of the Neos were dancing to some strange type of trance music. Yet, what I could never get over was the fact that they acted so much like humans. The idea of fun, the sensuality of their dances, the drugs, the way they dressed, everything. It was all there. Yet even that wasn't enough for me to see through the one fundamental flaw that made it so easy to distinguish them from humanity. They all possessed a massive amount of Demonic energy, which drew them out from the rest of the crowd. Having come face to face with my targets, I drew my katana before them and prepared myself to attack. In that instant, the music had stopped and they all brought their gaze towards me, each one baring those bloodthirsty red eyes that I knew so well,

"Neo-Demons of Tokyo, I have come to bring Tenchu upon all of you for the sins which you have committed. Surrender now and I will make your deaths quick and painless. If not, well there's no need to tell you what will happen." I announced through the silent crowd as they all continued glaring at me.

"Do you really think that a single swordsman can win against us Neos? You must be joking." One of them shouted out with his deep, distorted voice, which caused all of the Neos to laugh along with him.

Nevertheless, I didn't give in to intimidation. How could I? I've destroyed so many of these things in the past that these guys hardly seemed like a threat. In that instant, one of them came out from the crowd and lunged at me. However, I was more than ready for him. I quickly drew my self-modified sawn-off shotgun that I had come to name Sinner, from the holster on the back of my belt and I shot his arm off. He fell to the ground screaming out in pain. To silence that horrid shriek that I loathed with an unquenchable passion, I blew his fucking head off. In sight of what just happened, the Neos stepped back as I placed my gun back in its holster,

I took off my sunglasses and placed them in my jacket pocket before I glared out towards the crowd of Demons, "When I slam all of you down to hell, don't say that I didn't warn you, you stupid fucks."

With those final words, I began my all out slaughter through the Neos. My blade moved with lightning speed and hit with god-like precision at the bodies of my enemies. Crimson streaks flew through the air like red ribbons caught in a strong wind. Normally, one would have probably fainted due to the sight of this much blood, but to me, the smell, the color, even the taste had become so common to me that it was like living out a regular day without a care in my head. No, it was actually much different. The anger, the urge to kill, the rage that drove my blade, it was all too different from a regular day. To me, this was none but my duty as a Death Dealer to rid the world of the evil that plagues it.

By the time I had finished my attack on them, the blood was still spewing through the air and I still had time to re-sheath my blade and walk away from the scene. I admit it, not many people knew of the work that I did in the underground, which was all the better for me. No one could have known it was me. I was untouched, unbeaten, and I was one with the darkness.

My objective was complete. I had no business left here. I made my way outside back into the pouring rain. Like the first time, it had shown me no mercy, not that I felt that I deserved any. Once I made my way back into the black Skyline, I placed my katana into the passenger's seat and drove away. This was but one of the many different nights I had gone through in my life as a Death Dealer. It wasn't pretty, but I had learned to live with it over the twenty-three years I had spent destroying Demons. I had seen more blood and tasted the fear of a near-death experience more times than I was able to count. Yet, the best feeling was the thrill of every victory knowing that I was one who had rid the world of evil.

Although I had completed another "death deal", I felt that something was wrong. It was much too easy. The Neos didn't even put up a fight comparing to other times when I had fought against them in the past. It was much too simple. Almost like a test. As I drove through the empty streets of Tokyo, Japan, I knew that there was something wrong with this raid. Although I didn't know what it was, I felt that I was going to find out soon enough.

Once I had finally arrived at my apartment building, I parked my car at the front and made my way to the higher floors so I could see my wonderful wife, Yui. Ah, my beloved Yui, my one true love. She was the one whom I thought was my one reason for living. There was no other woman like her in the whole world. She had long flowing brown hair, which fell down to the most beautiful hips I had ever seen. Her body was so wonderful that each time I saw her, I felt as though the gods had blessed me. She was bright, funny, playful, in a word, perfect. She had everything a man would have wanted in a woman. However, even though her other qualities were amazing, her most distinguishable quality was her eyes. Two beautiful orbs of amber that I adored so much. It seemed that every time I looked into her eyes, I was free. Nothing else mattered. Not the death dealing, not my job, nothing. All that mattered was being close to her, to comfort her, to love her. That was why I longed for her touch after every death deal.

I quickly made my way up the stairs until I finally reached the apartment. When I opened the door, my eyes opened wide with surprise as I stood there in shock.

My first chapee, w00t! R&R ppl, they're always most appreciated.

Yoshenga-san