This chapter is written by Kay. Plot by Kay and Andy...

Seven months after Devil May Cry 1, Dante goes missing. (DMC1 Dante.) His partner Trish, does some investigating at the scene he disappeared at... and finds out that Dante has been sucked into an alternate reality, his replacement... an evil version of Dante.

After battling with the evil Dante, a wounded Trish returns to their office, and using her demonic knowledge in the occult, offers a sacrifice to the Statue of the Watcher of Time... Her wish is granted... and she receives the help she needs.

Disclaimer: Devil May Cry © Capcom and Team Little Devil. We are not getting any money for this, don't sue us!

Chapter I:

And so it begins…

Dante had been gone for two days. A simple mission, a few stray demons, not enough work for two as Dante himself had said. So why the hell had he been gone for two days? Trish absentmindedly played with the pendant around her neck as she paced the 'office' of Devil Never Cry. It was the pendant that Dante's mother had split between her twin boys before dying. Eva was the woman that she was modeled after, her partner's mother.

Walking around the desk, she sat in Dante's chair and began to look through the files that had piled upon it the last two days. She had refused to even look at the missions, her mind was solely on her missing partner. Trish shoved the stack of papers off the desk in one sweep of her arm, sending the papers to float softly to the floor. Rummaging through the drawers she came upon the mission statement she was looking for, the mission Dante had left on. There was no name, which alone should've made her suspicious to begin with if she had even set eyes on it. Dante had picked it up, read it over and told her he'd be back by dinnertime. Trish mentally kicked herself for not being more persistent in her argument about going, if she had Dante would most likely not be missing. Looking at the address, she noted sourly that it was the Love Planet; the old strip club and whorehouse not far from their shop.

Trish grabbed her jacket, and armed herself. Sparda was strapped to her back, with Luce and Ombra at her sides. Whatever had happened to Dante, she sure as Hell was going to find out. She'd willingly walk into the maw of Hell to save her partner, and Trish wasn't so sure it wouldn't come to that.

O.O.O.O.O.O

The blonde woman found Love Planet easily enough. The windows were bashed in, graffiti painted all over the building and not a soul in sight. It was as good a place to start looking as any. Trish began to pick through the debris in hopes of finding anything related to Dante. She noted that the place appeared to have been home to a battle recently, knowing that it encouraged her to think this was the place where Dante had been. Overturning trashcans, destroying entire piles of rubble, Trish became disheartened. Not a sign of what had happened to Dante was here.

She resigned herself to the fact that she was going to have to enter Love Planet. Trish kicked open the door and made her way to the showroom. A shiver ran down her spine as she felt a familiar aura, yet the aura was corrupted and twisted. Her eyes roamed the area to spot the anomaly when a cruel laugh reached her ears. Trish's sight settled on the balcony where the two staircases met. Standing there was her partner, with Alastor resting in his hand. The sheer amount of wickedness that was radiating off this… thing, posing as her partner was immense.

"Well, well, well… looks like the little bitch has finally come looking for her poor Dante." The being chuckled, "Sorry babe, but he's preoccupied right now. I'm his fill-in, a… Dark Dante, if you will."

Dark Dante swiftly jumped from the balcony and landed gracefully in front of her, Alastor tapping idly against his shoulder. Trish was frozen in place, his speed was amazing. She hadn't even had time to react from the twitching of his legs to his landing. Dark Dante walked around her, appraising her with his eyes and whistled. "Not bad, babe. Too bad I have to get rid of you."

This time Trish was prepared for his movements, rolling out of the way and bringing Luce and Ombra to bear on the imposter. She fired several rounds into his chest as he stood there. Another laugh rumbled from his mouth as the wounds healed themselves almost immediately. He charged her, laughing the entire time. Trish flipped over his head, firing again and again with her guns. Dark Dante whipped around, catching her in the gut with Alastor and sending her crashing into a wall. Trish groaned and lost her grip on the two guns she had. That one was going to leave a mark for sure. Dark Dante tsk-tsk'd her, and walked casually to her. Squatting down in front of her, he traced Trish's jaw with his finger.

"Such a pretty face. It really is a shame you're so loyal to him." Dark Dante murmured.

Trish saw a weakness in him now, and she was going to play it for all it was worth. She leaned forward, letting Sparda fall to the ground beside her. Placing her left hand on his face she smiled gently at him. "I am a demon, after all. I can be persuaded to switch sides if the perks are worth it."

Dark Dante closed his eyes, leaning into her touch. "Oh, they're worth it. It'd be just you and me, babe. Doing whatever the Hell we wanted."

In one swift movement, Trish grabbed Sparda with her free hand and shoved the sword through Dark Dante's stomach and into his spinal cord. His eyes opened wide, and he tried to speak. Black ichor oozed from his mouth, which she took to be blood, as he gasped in agony. "Sorry. But my partner is the real Dante, Son of Sparda. No one can replace him, and no offer made would make me betray him."

Dark Dante's form wavered and disappeared, leaving Sparda to clang to the floor once more. It had been a helluva night, but Trish had come out the victor.

O.O.O.O.O.O

Trish stumbled into Devil Never Cry, clutching at the gash across her abdomen and leaving droplets of blood trailing behind her. She weakly pushed open the closet full of medical supplies. She remembered how she had laughed at Dante for having it, but she was silently thanking him for it now. Grabbing bandages, sterile pads, anti-septic wash and tape she made her way back to Dante's desk. Trish gently removed her shirt to inspect the wound. It was a nasty cut, to be sure, but she'd live… She had to. "Damn."

Trish rinsed the cut out with the anti-septic wash but the blood kept flowing too much for her to bandage it up. A growl escaped her lips in annoyance. Her eyes cut to the fire that was still burning, then over to the fire poker. She stumbled forward, grabbed the poker and shoved it into the fireplace. Pulling the red-hot poker out of the fire she gritted her teeth and ran it over her wound to cauterize it. Taking the poker away from her skin, she examined the wound once more. Letting out the breath she had been holding she was glad the bleeding had stopped, but knew it was going to leave a scar.

"War wound." She muttered.

Trish then bandaged herself up and put on another shirt. Opening a cupboard she began grabbing black candles, chalk and a brazier. Placing the brazier in the center of the room and placing the candles around it, Trish began drawing symbols. Dante told me he hated messes on the floor. He'll forgive me, I'm going to save his ass again, aren't I? What's a little blood and chalk between friends.

She lit the brazier and began chanting, over and over. "Luminarium. Atrum. Vita. Letum. Excitate vow e somno, surgite."

Finally sitting herself down on the floor near the brazier, she began drawing more symbols with her hands in the air. Trish then called upon the Watcher of Time. "Great Watcher of Time, I call upon you in this time of need. My partner, the Son of Sparda, has been taken from this land. I request that you bring me help from the past and future, and show me which way he lies."

An eerie voice asked, "What is the offering?"

"Twenty-five thousand red orbs." She shouted.

"Not enough…"

"Damn." Trish growled before answering, "As well as five years of my life."

"Your sacrifice is accepted. Your wish is granted." The Watcher replied, a small chuckle following.

Trish barely had time to grab Sparda and her guns, Luce and Ombra, before she was whisked away by the powers of the Watcher.

O.O.O.O.O.O

She soon became aware of her new surrounding, and she was greatly puzzled by what she saw. Before her was what appeared to be a ghost town. Off to her right, seemed to be a castle with no visible access from the ground. "Damn."

A bell tower and a church caught her attention, as they were in the center of town. The tower had an aura of dread about it. "Good a place as any to start." She murmured.

Trish's eyes roamed the city as she made her way to the church and bell tower. The place looked like a ghost town, which after a thought, it probably did have it's fair share of ghostly apparitions considering the eerie feel of the town. She passed several buildings on her way to the church, as she passed one a noise alerted her to the fact that she really wasn't alone in this town. It seemed that Dante had rubbed off on her for she threw caution to the wind, readied Luce and Ombra, kicking in the door. A ghastly figure greeted her, and it almost appeared to be human. A slight demonic aura emanated from the figure and Trish's demon-hunting instincts kicked in, her guns unloading rapidly into the thing's chest. It fell to the floor with a soft thud, not putting up a fight at all. She stepped over to the corpse to inspect it. Trish's earlier assessment had been correct, it had most certainly been human at some point, but had obviously been corrupted long ago. It smelled foul, as if the very flesh had been decaying since its assumption of the demonic aura.

Trish was startled from her musings by a loud crash outside which was followed by an even louder screech. Before she could react, a body was flung through the fall and into the building. The body, which was a red-haired woman, coughed once and righted herself.

"Who the Hell are you?" Trish asked in surprise.

"I could ask the same of you." The red-haired woman replied.