Disclaimer: I don't own DMC.

Warning: OCs, violence and murder scenes, harsh language, and adult's life style.

Zero

Working as a bartender at a cheap pub named 'Rising Sun' will NEVER make you wealthy. It's totally obvious for a bald, middle aged man named Jake. He always done his job very well and never had made a single mistake. But his payroll's still very small, like when he was twenty years old and when he just working here thirty years ago. It's no use complaining at the manager, or rather, the owner, about it. Jake's like talking to the brick wall. Now Jake only could continue his miserable live silently.

"Hello sir, can I help you?" Jake greeted the guest that just sitting in front of his counter. Doing his job as usual.

No response.

"Uh, sir-"

"Are you Jake?" asked the guest.

Jake couldn't help but smiling broadly. He likes the time a guest asking his name, which means his side job's calling. "Yes I am sir. What can I do for you?"

"I need information about a demon hunter."

Jake was silent for a moment. True his job is involving a demon hunter. He's a weaponry supplier for them. He's not a professional informant. "Uh, alright maybe I can help you." Jake replied hesitantly. "Some clues might help me remember, and money of course."

Now is the guest's turn to silent, and according to Jake's poor vision; His guest is a man, wearing a fancy old school suit colored purple and blue. His silver medium length hair being messily combed back by his fingers and his blue eyes is as cold as the weather on the outside. Always frowned, and looks very serious. A type of person Jake never wants to deal with.

"Dante." replied the unfriendly looking guest.

Dante? Every demon hunters knows this Legendary Dark Knight, of course he's not exception, since he's often hang out with demon hunters. And when there's a rookie like demon hunter who doesn't know about Dante, Jake decided to be a little dirty, "A little money would-"

"Only death I can give you except this name."

Jake's sweats began to slide down from his temple. His body's shivering. He never feels this scary in his miserable live. Jake somehow can 100% guarantee this man will actually kills him if he messed up with him, mostly because Jake just noticed the man has something big placed on his back covered with red stained bandages. Closed his tired eyes, Jake's thinking hard, collecting his memories about this Legendary Dark Knight. He still wanna live his miserable live for god's sake!

"Devil May Cry. It's his office. The place is not far from here, I believe you can find him there." Answered Jake calmly. Though he's scared to death at the moment.

The guest leaves without a word.

Jake leaned against the cupboard full with liquors, sweeping his sweats away from his temple, glad he still has the chance to continue to lives in this miserable life of his.

Devil May Cry. The place where you can 'rent' someone to crush a demon, that most people are ignorant about it. Most people don't believe in fairy tail, especially about demon. In this 21st century demos are rare to be seen, thanks to the Legendary Knight Dante destroyed everyone of their leader or something, or closed a hell gate or anything, it's kind of irony since the legend is also a demon.

"Ha! I won. Give me your money old man." The one who just demanded money is Nero, could be say Dante's apprentice, or so Dante claimed to be. The guy is young. He has many histories in the past two years.

"Hey, what's up with fair play thing?" This one who complained is Dante, the Legendary Dark Knight, or so his enemy called him. He had never admitted it, and has no intention on doing so.

"Just give him the money Dante. You lose fair and square." This one who 'convinced' Dante is a woman, or demon. She has been Dante's partner since the time they saved each other in the past. Trish's her name.

And they're have just finished playing card game, with Dante as a loser and Nero as a winner. This happened often than they thought. "Alright, alright. Later, when someone called me, give me something to do, like exterminating demons, and pays me, got it? Business has gone down lately..."

"Tch, don't give me that bullshit old man, again. Give me my money, you owe me too much."

As Dante about to defend himself, someone's knocking the door. "Open the door kid. That maybe Lady, I can borrow some money to pay you, or to buy another pizza. Man, I'm hungry."

"Bah! Do it yourself. Still have legs aren't you old man?" Nero said after covering his ear with his headphone and lay down on the sofa.

"Punk." Dante growled, much to Trish amusement. "Open the door Trish, please?"

Trish sighed, "Only because you said please." Dante smiled after she said that, and frowned as he turned his glance at the boy. Only wants to start another argument with the boy. The kid's so easy to tease.

Trish finally reached the door as the second knock is going on. She opened it without hesitation and found a tall, unfriendly looking man with purple and blue combination suit, carrying a big, bandaged thing. Beside him is a little boy, about ten years old. The boy has pulled down jet black hair that contrasted the man's silver combed back hair. Oddly, the boy isn't wearing an aristocrat outfit like the man. Just white t-shirt under an unzipped silver coat, showing a familiar red pearl pendant with gold chains. Trish's sure had seen it somewhere.

"I'm looking for Dante." Said the man coldly. Dante? Come to think of him, this guy has a same face as him...

"He's at the back. Come in. The weather is cold outside." Trish replied cordially. The man and the boy glanced at each other for a moment, and then the boy nodded and went in followed by the man. Were they doing telepathy?

"Hi Lady, good to see- Verge!" Dante said. Shocked as he turned back to saw the man, not bothering the boy at his side. Dante's shocked moment has called Nero's curiosity. He sat up from the sofa to see who this guy is. Nero also shocked when he feels his demon arm, that he covered whit his jacket sleeve and gloves, glowing like a sun

"I'm Gilver. This is Light. We're asking for your assistance, Dante." Said the man who claimed to be named Gilver.

Dante froze and still staring at the man with shocked face. Is he really him? Wasn't he...died?What the hell is going on!

Author's Note : Do anyone knows the origin of the name Gilver? In case you don't know, Gilver is a character in DMC Novel (I don't know what volume). He's a tall man whose face covered with bandages and carrying a Katana. Honestly I'm not yet reading the novel, but all I know is he's battled Dante and later revealed he's Vergil. This event occurred before Vergil got brainwashed by Mundus and become Nelo Angelo. Just FYI anyway, sorry if there's any mistake about the info.