Inheritance

Chapter 1: The Offer

Disclaimer: I do not own Devil may Cry, but I am using them for non-profit reasons. So you can't sue me.

The man in red was sitting at the bar drinking in silence while the women looked at him with great interest. He was handsome with a good looking face and white hair, plus he gave off an aura of mystery that was like a magnet that drew them to him. Outside it was raining heavily, rain drops coming down like bullets rippling the earth and most of the people were running into the bar to get away from the rain. That wasn't the reason why two guys walked into a bar, well one was an adult, but the other looked like he was sixteen and he had short blond hair with creepy grey eyes that looked like a blind persons eyes. They took a booth despite the bar tender's insistence that the kid wasn't allowed in there since he was a minor. Most of the people looked at the two, first the boy then the man who looked like his brother except he had sunglasses on. It might have been his son, but the two acted nothing alike, just like two siblings would. The older brother was chatting with the women while the boy just seemed to take a back seat to everything, keeping into the shadows while he seemed to working with stringing a puppet. No one would have said something if two men who looked like they were bouncers got tired of the bar tender having to insist that they leave and went up to have a not too friendly word with the two.

"Are you deaf or something pal," asked one of the big scary guys with a scar on his cheek. "That kids got no business in here if he can't drink so why don't you take the little puppet master outside of here."

"Ah come on, he's not bothering anyone and I paid for a drink," complained the older brother in the manner a child would. "Can't you just let me finish up with my drink and maybe get a few phone numbers?"

"Look her you dumb shit, I told you to clear out now," said "scarface".

"You didn't tell him to clear out," replied the boy in an emotionless tone as he continued making adjustments to the puppet in his hand. Right next to him was a heavy object that he had come in with and most people were curious as to what it was and how he could carry the object. He looked rather frail to be carrying it. "You asked him if we could leave. Asking and telling are two different things, especially since not going was an option left to us."

"What the fuck did you say you little bastard," asked the other one as he snatched the puppet from the boy's hands. "So you like playing with puppets, why don't you put on a puppet show for us then and let us see what you got?"

"I'm not a maker of puppets nor do I do shows with them," said the boy as he stared at the man with cold eyes that put the two off. This kid was no ordinary kid; he had seen and done things in his time. "Besides that's not even the puppet I use for my line of work so you wouldn't get a very good show."

"Well I'll tell you what, if you do a good show then we'll let you stay and do whatever you want to," said "scarface" as he crushed the puppet in his hand.

"You are definitely in for a show demon," said the boy as he hoisted the heavy object with a surprising show of strength and he brought it down on the bouncer with the scar. "Now then, why don't you get out of those skins so we can really have some fun?"

Immediately the two bodyguards seemed to shake and out of their skin popped two large demons with green skin and one horn on their head. Their bodies were almost human like except with long arms that seemed to hang down in front of them and their faces were deformed to look monstrous. Most of the people in the bar were running for their lives outside of the bar, except for the bar tender, the man in red, the older brother, and the boy who was unwrapping the cloth surrounding his heavy luggage. When all of the wrapping was on the floor, the boy stretched his fingers and the object that had turned out to be a large puppet came to life before his eyes. It had two swords in its hand and its face was made to look like a Minotaur. The boy moved his hand to make the puppet leap out at he demons, but there were no strings attached to either his finger or the puppet.

"What kind of trick is this, you little brat," asked the demon that had been the bouncer with the scarred face.

"This is no trick and the name isn't little brat," replied the boy as he drove the puppet forward to cut off the demons right arm. "My name is Nicholas and I am the self-proclaimed puppet master."

The other demon jumped on top of his partner's shoulders and sprung at the boy only to be attacked by the puppet, but his partner used this chance to attack the boy from his side. A gunshot sounded and the older brother who was watching the whole seen stood with a smoking revolver over the corpse of the demon that would have gotten his brother. The boy spun his hand around to make the puppet run and do a whirlwind slash on the demon, cleaving it in two.

"You should really be more careful about that left side," said the older brother as he holstered his gun. "You know you can't see on that side of your face, so you should do well to always be alert just in case they try something like that."

The cocking of a gun caused them to turn their attention to the bar tender that was holding a shotgun aimed at the two and had a crazy grin on his face. It was obvious that he himself was a demon and that he now had them dead to rights with at the range they were standing at. Now the two looked at each other, wondering what to do when the man in red that everyone forgot about sat up and pulled a gun on the bar tender.

"This is for charging too much on drinks," said the man in red as he pulled the trigger, blowing the bar tender's head off. He turned around and holstered his gun as he walked towards the two, but right behind him was the demon that had popped out from the bar tenders body. It rushed to attack, but at the snap of the man's fingers, a sword dropped from the ceiling to impale the demon. "Just don't make demons like they use to."

"Exactly who are you," asked the boy as he brought his puppet into a neutral position.

"Now now, this man saved our lives, the least we could do is buy him a drink," said the older brother as he patted his little brothers head. "Hey bartender give this man….oh wait he's dead, well at least it will be cheap."

That's when two big looking demons charged out of the wall that the liquor shelf was on, spilling and breaking all the bottles in the process. The man in red moved his upper body a few inches so that one of the demons went right past him and pulled out the twin guns from their holsters. Both were custom made 45 caliber semi-automatics, but one was black. The second demon to come out charged at the man in red, but he easily dodged it and riddled the demon full of holes, before placing one gun in his mouth as he pulled the sword out from the ground. It was a big as sword that seemed to be wider at the upper part as it was curving to from the tip. The remaining demon turned to attack the man in red, but it was cut in half before it could fully turn. The two brothers looked in awe at the man they had just met and didn't even know name.

"So, I never got your name," said the older brother as he picked up a bottle that was still intact. "Mine name is Knives and this is my brother, Nicholas."

"The name's Dante," said the man in red as he accepted the bottle and took a swig of it. "Figures they'd only leave the cheap stuff still intact."

"Tell me something Dante, are you the legendary son of Sparda that I've heard about," asked Knives as he took the bottle to take a swig of it.

"Well if you find another Dante carrying a sword with the name of Sparda on it, please tell me," said Dante as he put the sword on his back, slipping it through the rope that was on the back of his jacket. "You must be the two brothers I hear so much about from other demon hunters."

"I see we have a reputation," said Nicholas as he continued to wrap his puppet back in its cloth. "Of course we don't do that well with jobs and are currently looking for a place to stay."

"You didn't have to tell him that," complained Knives as he hung his head down in shame. "Well we got a job to look for a missing woman and we heard that she spent her nights in random bars, so we thought since this bar has a habit of having missing customers we'd check it out."

"You mean you spent most of the time hitting on the pretty waitress friend who hired us," commented Nicholas as he picked up the puppet. "I was the one who had to get all of the information and do the searching of bars."

"Oh come on it was a team effort," replied the child like Knives. The two were the oddest thing Dante had ever seen. "So why were you here, just out for a drink?"

"No I was actually hired to find missing persons," said Dante as he tossed the bottle up into the air and walked to the door leading to the basement, catching the bottle before it fell. "So I guess we should check the basement for the two girls we're looking for, if they're not dead."

The three walked down to the dusty basement that smelled like a slaughter house and the floor looked like the demons had been having some fun with unsuspecting women. Only one girl was chained up and blindfolded, when they reached the bottom of the stairs. She was beautiful, like those damsels in distress that were in those movies, and her brown hair hung down to past her shoulders. Knives was already drooling over, but his brother kept him in check, reminding him not to get too personal with a contact.

"Well, I guess your girl isn't here," said Dante as he walked towards the girl.

"No actually she's the girl we're looking for," said Knives as he stared at the photo of the woman in the picture. "Well I think we were hired to find the same woman or it's a trap."

"Neither,' said the woman as she smiled at them. "I had my butler hire you two to find me after I got myself kidnapped to test your strength and skill."

"Great," sighed Dante as he rubbed his temples. "Another psychotic client."

"So what is it that you want me to do my beauty," asked Knives, putting on a tough guy look. His brother knocked him upside the head before staring at the woman.

"I'm sorry, but you obviously have a few screws loos e in the head so we'll pass," said Nicholas as he pushed his brother towards the stairs.

"The job pays two hundred million dollars," said the woman in the chains. "All three of you will each get two million dollars if you'll only do this one job for me."

"Name the job," said Dante as he took off her blind fold. "If it interests me, I might take it."

"My name is Relena and I've been looking for my half sister for some time," said the woman in chains. "I found her three days ago, but as I was going to meet her, she was kidnapped and the kidnappers left a strange symbol on the wall of the hotel we were meeting at."

"I don't do rescue missions," said Dante as he moved to put the blind fold back over her eyes.

"The kidnappers had strange abilities from what I heard," said Relena as she tried to appeal to his interest into the strange and the paranormal. "One of them is a known collaborator of demons and you were the man she told me to look up."

"Who is she," asked Dante as he sighed, already having a good idea of who it was that had suggested him.

"A demon hunter that is often called on by government agencies," replied Relena with a sly grin, certain that she could use the demon hunter to peek his interest. "Even though you aren't called on a lot by government agencies, I've heard a lot about you, especially about your growing debt since the incident with the Marriot."

"I had to destroy the hotel to close a portal," said Dante. "At the time, she told me that the owner had given the okay for it, but it turns out it was all a lie and who believe a man of human and demonic origin over a sweet innocent girl. I swear, that woman gets me into so much trouble that I am about to go off on her the next time I have to increase my debt because of a lie or something that just happened to slip her mind at the time I asked."

"Oh is that the thanks I get for getting you the occasional job," asked the "she" they had been talking about. Lady. Ever since Dante had called her that name, she had been on a personal vendetta to plunge him into debt. Dante still couldn't hide his soft spot for her and couldn't help but feel good when she got jealous of Trish. It meant she actually cared, even though Trish and he were more of business partners than anything.

"Well you know Mary, I've been thinking that we should see other people," said Dante as he picked up took a seat and put Relena's blind fold back on. "I'm sorry, but I'll be castrated before I even take a job that she comes with."

"My name is not Mary," said Lady, her hand shaking as it desperately called for a gun, but she knew he could deflect them with his gun. "You gave me my name so you use it and never call me by that name again."

"Oh is my Lady throwing a tantrum," asked Dante with a smirk as he leaned back in his chair. "Guess it must be that time of the month or is it that my Lady isn't herself today. Oh dear, and here I was expecting to have dinner with someone tonight and maybe see a movie afterward. Oh well, I'll see if Trish is available then."

"Well she must be lacking in standards if she likes a bum like you," said Lady with a sigh, hiding the fact that she had the strongest urge to gun down Trish. She walked up to him and put on a face full of sadness that was known to move any man's heart. "After all that I've done you couldn't give me just one flip, for old time's sake."

"It's because of those old times that I'm not giving you a flip," replied Dante as he held the coin out in his hand, his features showing no warmth toward her. "Now if you'll excuse me I think I'll walk out before you recruit me like you did last time."

"Wait, Mr. Dante," cried Relena as she slipped her arms out of the harnesses and ran up to the man who could help her get back her sister, wrapping her arm around him as tears flowed down her cheek. "Please, anything you want, even if it's me, I'll give it to you, all of it, if you would only bring her back. Please, Mr. Dante, bring back my sister."

"Fine then," said Dante as he turned around to pat her head. "Tell me more about this mission, Ms. Relena."

Well that's my first chapter. Please review, I won't begin on the next one until I get one review.