The blue clad demon sat at his throne in the deepest levels of hell. His fingers impatiently taped against his throne as he stared into the basin of water before him. Inside the clear depths of the water an image was reflected, one the lord of hell desired the most, that of pure beauty.

In the water a girl 18 years old was playing with her younger sister in the fields of her country town. She had long black hair down to her knees, held back in a plait. She has vibrant green eyes and the sweetest innocent smile he had ever seen. She turned her gaze to the side to were the demon was staring at her from depths of hell, her smile still there even though she could see nothing, "I want her," the blue clad demon hissed to his servants.

The old witch beside him politely questioned, "but sir, she is a blood innocent, how do we get her here?" her old and raspy voice echoed through the empty halls of the palace.

His cold blue eyes turned to her "change her, make her no longer innocent," with that she disappeared in a cloud of smoke to obey her orders.

A scream, Esmeralda snapped open her eyes at the sound of the loud scream echoing threw the halls of her small house. She didn't move as she faced her wall, seemingly asleep. She felt a soft breeze on her face, like a sheet drifting softly over her face, suddenly she could hear footsteps behind her making their way to the other bed in her room. She slowly turned her head to see a man standing over her sister's bed.

"Father?" she whispered just before her sister let out a choked, gurgling scream. She shot upright, but her sister was as quite as the death that entombed her. "No!" she cried and the figure dropped a large carving knife and ran form the room. She ran to her sister's bedside, a look of complete fear and horror plastered on her ghostly white face, a large slice threw her small neck.

She burst into tears and fell to the floor afraid to touch the body of her sister. A small clink beside her made her turn and see the large knife on the floor beside her, stained in her sisters blood. She reached out for the knife with trembling hands. She grasped the handle and ran out the door.

She saw a foot enter her parents room, she ran behind the figure. As soon as she was in the room she noticed her mother dead of the ground, her throat slit the same way as her brother. She screamed again, the man in front of her turned on her. He was taller than her with thin stringy hair down to his shoulders, and bright green eyes. Her scream of horror changed to one of hate and she lunged for the attacker with the knife in her hand.

She began to slice and stab until eventually she couldn't feel any more pain only numbness of revenge. When she had stopped she was sitting on top of the man, stabbing aimlessly into his corpse crying her eyes out.

"Esmeralda!" a familiar voice screamed hysterically. She shot her gaze up to see her mother horror struck and shaken with tears and fear. She looked down and saw her father's corpse underneath her.

She fell backwards, "but no! He wasn't dad before, you were dead, and so was Kassie," she began to shake as she pleaded with her mother. All of a sudden her mothers eyes jumped open, with a small gasp trickles of blood began to drip from her mouth before she fell to the ground with a giant pair of scissors in her back.

Again Esmeralda screamed, "This has to be a dream! It just has to!" she cried at the top of her lungs. Before she was flung to the other side of her parent's room. A large cloaked witch like figure was standing next to the corpse of her father, "tisk tisk, murder? That's a big no, no! There is only one place evil little girls like you that have lost there blood innocence go, straight," the witch echoed out with a raspy voice, she cackled as she disappeared in a cloud of black smog only to re-appear right beside Esmeralda, "to hell," with that she lifted her clawed hand to strike.

Esmeralda jumped forward and rolled to stop the impact. She spun on the witch, whose hand was now entombed in the wall, "if im an evil girl I don't think im going to go out without a hitch," she mocked as she raised the knife, her hand somewhat shaking still. She ran towards the wall were her fathers sward rested. Now with two weapons she faced the witch.

The witch disappeared again and reappeared behind Esmeralda. Instantly she spun on the witch and slashed with the knife, forcing her to disappear again. She smiled at the demon, "that move was obvious, I can keep this up all night until the morning, then you'll have to leave me alone," she said holding her weapons tighter.

"Until morning you think," when Esmeralda smiled and nodded she continued in her annoying voice, "what makes you think I cant stand a lil sunlight?" she disappeared again and reappeared to Esmeralda's left, Esmeralda spun to her right. The witch sent her flying in the air, and appeared under her and threw her again making her hit the nearest wall. With another cackle, "do you really think you can keep this up for 4 more hours? Or even more?" she mocked and reappeared in front of the girl, her clawed hands stuck her arm playfully, a large gash appeared seconds later, "my boss never said in what manner you had to die," with another cackle she grabbed the girl and threw her again.

A smoke of red and the girl was graciously caught by a red clad half demon around 19, with white silver hair and a cheeky smile. On one hand he held Esmeralda and in the other he held a single black pistol, "and who said yah could start the party without me?" he said as he aimed for the witch. In a cloud of smoke she disappeared once again and reappeared beside him.

As soon as she was chose that spot the demon pointed his black pistol at her head and fired as soon and she landed. The witch screamed like a rabid banshee before melting into a pile of smoke.

"Yeah you better run bitch!" the white/silver haired man screamed with a note of ecstasy. The man softly placed Esmeralda on her parents bed and handed her a pure white pistol, "you might manna use that," he said before sitting beside her and dusting off his clothes.

The white pistol gleamed in the moonlight the drifted threw the open curtains. The gun seemed to be made from ivory, "I don't think I need this, s-she's, I-its gone now… isn't it?" she questioned.

"Look, if I know that whores bitch as well as I think I do, then im sure if he wants you, hell send more after you until he gets you,"

Her pale fingers clenched the handle of the sward she had gotten from the wall tighter, "w-who are you? Why are you helping me?" after a few seconds she spun on him, " What the fuck is going on?!" she screamed at the stranger.

His lips curled into a little smirk, "now I see why he likes you, you've defiantly got spark. Well my name is Dante, I came cause I can tell what that demon bastard is planning every now and again, and so for the past week I've been trying to get to you before he does. My time perception is a bit whacked; from such a long distance between the both of us, him being in hell and all, I have trouble telling when he is gonna strike, so I thought you were dead yesterday but came anyway," He leaned back on the bed looking at Esmeralda curiously as he talked, "and he wants you for his own purposes in hell, that's all I know," he ended with a shrug.

She looked horror struck, "so some evil demon or something wants me in hell for his weird twisted purposes?"

"Basically,"

She yelled at the man, "how can you be so calm? How do you know all this, something about a connection or something between the two of you? Why the fuck was I tricked into killing my father?" here she began to cry.

Dante sat up and held the shaking girl to his chest; "the reason im so calm is because I've been around this kinda stuff since I was born. The reason why I know this kinda stuff about that bitch's boss is because… Well we go back quite a while. And your last question, uh well I didn't know you killed your own dad, but it makes sense. V… he liked you because of your blood innocence and beauty, and well all blood innocent people go to heaven, all evildoers go to hell. So if you died you would go to heaven, now you'll go straight to hell for murder. So now demons will be sent to kill you so you go to hell quicker. So the best you can to is try to repent, or do everything you always wanted to do before your viciously murdered," he said casually.

"What the fuck is blood innocence?" she questioned, slowly calming down.

He sighed, "blood innocence means you've never killed anyone, well before you never killed anyone, now you've lost it, your going straight to hell for murder,"

Dante lifted his gun and shot straight behind Esmeralda, like he had predicted a swarm of demons began piling into the room. Esmeralda got to her feat a couple of seconds after Dante and began firing randomly at oncoming demons which seemed to die within the first shot and surprisingly she never needed to reload the gun. After a few minutes of slowly firing she realized this and just held down the trigger, shooting inhumanly fast. Once she got over the harsh recoil she began aiming more acutely at the demons.

As the swarm of demons began coming in faster she jumped backwards on the bed to give her more room to more and gleefully shot all around her. "Argh shit!" Dante called from within the masses. She lowered her gun and began to run forward. A slash from a massive sward and Dante jumped back onto the bed beside her, a bullet hole in the side of his head. He gave her a week smile and took the gun off her, "just for good measure, stay behind me," he said as nicely as he could.

As she started the hole began to bulge slightly before the bullet popped back out of his head and the hole closed.

She fell to the ground beside the bed as she feinted.

As she fell Dante smiled and jumped off the bed to her side. A quick flash and his body completely transformed into a demon form. Black and red leathery skin coated his body and massive bat like wings sprouted from his back.

He lifted his twin guns, and pulled on the trigger, hundreds of bullets were realized with in seconds. Within one minute of shooting his demon form faded and he returned to normal, only one demon was left.

The puppet stood on the opposite side of the bed and disappeared as soon as Dante noticed it. Its presence was completely lost, clearly returning to hell.

He lifted up the small woman in his arms and laid her properly on her parents blood stained bed.

He couldn't help but accept the constant reminder of the similarities between himself and his arch nemesis.

The young girl began to stir. He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder just before she flew forward (or as far as Dante's hand would let her,) before she was flung back to the mattress by Dante's firm grip.

Her eyes softened when she saw Dante smiling down at her. She smiled back before her smiled dropped and she looked scared to death, "what are you? I shot you. WHAT ARE YOU!?" she screamed cracking from all the confusion.

Dante's smile wavered but went back to a solid smile, "well im glad to hear your happy im ok. And I wasn't going to pretend to fucking die for your mental health so my brother could get you all for himself, it'd be plain selfish," he noted in a matter of fact tone.

She snatched the black gun out of its holster and pointed it to Dante's head, "what the fuck is going on, you didn't explain my question and what the hell does your brother have to do with any of this?" she screamed shaking the gun at his head.

He smiled at the girl, she looked even more attractive when she was violent "well my twin brother if the asshole that is ordering those dip shit demons to try to kill you, and that basically explain both your questions," he said with another mischievous grin.

"You're a fucking demon?"

He grabbed the nose of his gun, she fired straight into his head, "well no actually, first off would you mind stop doing that? It kinda stings," he said whipping the gun out of her hands and holstering it once again, "and now, im not a butt fucking demon like the rest of them, im the son of a demon, and im half human. I train to kill all the bastards that cross over to our side of the world cause of it. So if you wanna try and kill me fine, but otherwise im just here to try to stop my asshole of a brother from getting his hands on you. Now if you don't mind I intend on keeping to my plan," he ended still looking into her soft eyes.

"Why are you helping me?"

He rolled his eyes, "man you ask a heap of fucking questions. The only reason why im helping you is because I don't want my brother getting what he wants. I want to be the biggest thorn in his spine in history so that asshole will finally come here and fight me," he added with a snarl.

They both sat there for a while as Esmeralda looked around the blood-soaked room, her eyes eventually setting on the corpse of her mother. "W-what… what do you think we should do?" she asked clearly not wanting to ask any more questions.

"You can change and sleep, then well get as far away from here as possible, maybe go to the city and try to keep those bastards away from you until you can repent, or go to hell if you don't want to," as he finished he stood and walked out of the room, leaving the girl with her dead parents.

During there travel, during the night Dante would teach her basic melee combat skills with a set of dagger she had in her house. She was still an amateur but her skills were slightly improving.

She had also started having dreams she never used to have. She blamed the stress of it all, but it was getting hard to ignore. She would dream of Dante, well not Dante but what she assumed Dante's twin would look like. He had the same white/silver hair and vibrant blue eyes. He had a more sedated and sometimes sadistic facial expressions, and wore more elegant clothing than the open jacket Dante wore, and his clothing was blue instead of Dante's blood red. She always woke up feeling comfortable and secure. In her dreams he called himself Vergil, and she called him that in turn. She felt as though this man, demon whatever he was, was as harmless as Dante, and didn't want to hurt her.

She had also noticed a large blue scab and bruise on her ankle. Even since the night she had met Dante she had noticed it on her ankle and after a week it was just getting darker.

After one week of traveling horseback, Dante and Esmeralda were finally in the city of London. Tall buildings of steel reached to the tips of the murky sky. Having never been to the big city Esmeralda was flabbergasted at the site.

A strong hand whipped across her mouth and she was yanked into an alleyway. She drew a dagger and spun around on the thing that grabbed her only to be confronted by Dante.

"What the fuck do you think your doing?" she almost yelled. After one week with Dante she was more confident and rude.

"Shut the fuck up, if you haven't noticed there is no sound around here, it's the fucking city and it's silent as death. Some things up," he said as he pushed her away. "Stay here for a bit ill check it out," and before she even responded he turned away from her and walked out of the ally way, only turning back once to say, "keep it down and don't get yourself killed,"

With a small sigh she dropped to her knees and sat in the cold ally way. For around 10 minutes nothing happened. With a small growl she got to her feet and turned to the opening when she heard multiple gunshots and the sound of steel hitting steel.

She herd a man scream, the a red blur skid past the front of the alleyway, ebony flying down the alleyway the only thing still visible of the red clad half demon was his black boots, green/brown leather pants and a small amount of his red cloak. She grabbed the now familiar gun and pulled out one of her daggers as she ran for the opening of the alleyway.

As she reached the base she spun around to see a number of demons she had never seen approaching. She fired until every one of the hit the floor as nothing but a pile of smoke.

She spun around to see Dante battered and beaten on the ground. She ran to his side and lifted him into a soft hug.

"Esmeralda," he said in a week voice, a small smile on his lips.

"Save your strength, I can help you!" she screamed as she laid him back on the ground and pulled out some bandages from her backpack.

A small croak dripped from his lips, "no, don't bother, I-im a goner." After a few seconds when Esmeralda began to cry, "I never thought you'd come in handy so much" he gave a week laugh "don't get yourself killed before, you can repent,"

Here eyes went wide as Dante went limp in her arms, "Dante, Dante! I can't do this without you! Im going to die!" she screamed and began to cry on top of Dante's corpse.

She screamed out in pain and shot up into a seating position. She looked down and saw a broadsword sticking out of her chest.

Her fingers went to the sward as warm blood soaked her shirt. Tears fell from her eyes as the sward was pulled viciously from her chest. She couldn't feel anything, as she slowly got colder. Her eyes began to un-focus as she fell on top of Dante's corpse, holding her wound as tears fell from her eyes.

Strong arms spun he onto her back, all she could make out was a red and white blur in front of her. "Esmeralda!" Dante yelled as he shook her trying to force her to wake up. He noticed his smiling dead body on the ground beside him as tears of his own spilled down on her.

"Vergil," he cursed as he looked back at the girl in her arms. She looked confused but only for a second as her face slowly dropped and she fell limp in his arms.