Note: this is my first ever fanfic. Please help me out by giving constructive criticism and reviews. But no flaming! I'm a sensitive soul…
Disclaimer: sigh no, I don't own Devil May Cry, Bloodrayne, or any of the characters. Sadly, Capcom and Majesco do. I do, however, own the dark space inside my head!
Compared to everyone else here, Rayne looked positively festive. Where they all wore those cheap little hooded cloak things, Rayne was clad in all leather. Black leather pants with red areas on the thighs were connected to a black and red leather top, made in a style similar to that of a corset, only not so tight. Two thin leather straps buckled the two pieces together. Her boots had a metal spike as a heel, and she wore black leather arm coverings. All of this black and red was a real compliment to her vibrant red hair (which had two streaming ribbons on hoops in it) and pale white skin.
Rayne rolled her eyes in annoyance. She'd been roused from her normal daylight slumber by a message from Brimstone for her to report to "the office" for briefing on her next mission. Really the office was just a big circular room where a bunch of weirdos sat around speaking in metaphors and making Rayne want to sleep again. This time, they said it was important. Real juicy end-of-the-world type stuff. That's not what inspired her to go. What inspired her was the fact that she was bored out of her mind without work to do. She now sat in between two robed guys with her feet on the table.
Rayne crossed her arms over her chest and let out a sigh of boredom and annoyance.
"So, what was so important that you had to wake me up?"
"We have a new mission for you…"one of the hooded guys began, only to be interrupted by Rayne.
"Yeah, I get that. What is it?"
"We've recently received news that your siblings have banded together, and are attempting to resurrect a demon named Mundus. Not only that, but it look's like the head of the Kagan Cult is none other than Kagan himself…"
He was interrupted by Rayne again.
"Whoa. Kagan's alive? Thought he died sixty years ago in that explosion?"
"That's what we thought, too. But twenty-four hours ago we received a confirmation that he is indeed alive."
"Prove it." Rayne sneered in disbelief.
The hooded guy reached into a hidden pocket, pulling out a bloodstained knife. Tossing it to Rayne, he said:
"There. Smell for yourself."
The blood wasn't Kagan's, but the scent on the knife handle was. And it was fresh.
"Okay, so he's alive. Just how is he planning to resurrect this 'Mundus?'"
" It requires a massive human sacrifice. They're hiding out in a place known as 'The Halls of Judgment.'"
"Okay. I'll take the job. I've been waiting so long to kill that rat nosed son of a bitch. But one thing. What's the catch?"
"You've got a partner on this one."
Rayne could only snarl as it was revealed to her who she would be working with on her mission. It was none other that the demon slayer, Dante. Of course: leave it to Brimstone to pair her up with the guy who stole all the good kills, all the glory, and was more widely known than she was. Of course, it was going to be a bit surprising to see "the legend" in person, as she'd only seen pictures of him. Still, having to work with the son of Sparda was not going to be a happy experience for her. Rayne had a certain way of doing everything herself…