This is my first foray into the world of video games. I don't actually play them, so I had to do TONS of research. But, this is a gift for someone I adore, and she ADORES Dante. Regardless, I hope everyone else enjoys it.
As always, smut to come, and there will be descriptions of violence. Hence, I have given it a mature rating.
I do not own Devil May Cry, the game, manga, or anime. I simply like to write romance stories, and lets face it, Dante is HOT!
The sword blade cut through the demon splitting it in two. Dante shot it in the head as it fell to the ground, just for fun. Around him was a pile of bodies and the demons kept coming. Tightening his grip on Rebellion, he swung out again and four more fell to the ground in pieces.
As much as he loved killing demons, he was getting worn down. Since he'd been trapped in hell it had been one long endless battle. It was a noble thing for him to go in the place of a girl, but damn he didn't get the girl. More than girl, he wanted pizza.
Dante hated to admit it but he couldn't destroy hell on his own. There was no end game, except for escape. He was no closer to that lofty goal than the moment he walked into hell. Dante was tired.
The last in the current wave of demons fell into a pool of blood and ash. Dante fell to one knee, leaning on his sword and panting hard. He only allowed himself little more than a minutes rest before he stood up. A demon suddenly appeared in front of him, piercing his shoulder with a scythe. It impaled him straight through. For one instant he was so tired, he let a prayer slip from his lips, "please God." He knew there would be no answer, and berated himself for doing something he didn't normally do.
Angry at the endless unholy legions of hell, he swung his blade again. The bug like demon was cut in two, from groin to head. "If am the one to cleans hell. Then so be it. I'll rock it until you're all dead or I am." The next legions of demons where upon him and his focus was on killing them… All of them.
"Hey sweet cakes How's about a date later," the man with dark greasy hair and yellow teeth leaned over the counter. "I got the best ride in the city," he winked at her, "If you know what I mean."
Parys hated these situations if she wasn't at work she'd tell the man exactly what he could do with his ride. But, her boss was standing within earshot and she had to be diplomatic. "Sorry, I'm working."
"What time you get off?" His grin widened and it touched his nearly black eyes.
"I don't get off." Parys stalled, "for some time." It was a truth if you considered an hour 'some time'. She couldn't wait either. Today seemed especially long and full of perverted old men. Although the new uniform her boss made her wear didn't help. Being a waitress at a dive dinner was made exponentially worse when you had to wear a skirt that was slightly too short, and an apron top that was slightly too tight. "And, I am not allowed to date the customers. I mean the rest would be angry with jealousy, stop coming, my boss's business would go under, and I'd be out of a job. And, then how would I feed my four kids."
"Ain't no way you got four kids?"
No she didn't but she did happen to have a picture of her and her brothers and sisters. She pulled it out of her apron. "See, the little one is Wendell, he likes to draw. Albert is the poet," she pointed to the pictures of each as she talked. She had to ignore the growing ache in her stomach as she went on. "Jeanine is the hellion. And then there is poor Alex, she's the shy one." That was her own picture she was talking about. It was true, she was shy. She really hated having long drawn out conversations with people she didn't know. It was another reason she hated her job.
"Wow, sure as shooting, you got em'." Even if he was a pervert, taking on a woman with four children was not appealing to most men. "I guess you better keep your job then."
"Aw, thank you," Parys bowed her head, filled his coffee and dashed away from the counter. When she got behind the patrician separating the front counter from the kitchen, she placed the coffee pot pack into its perch and checked her watch again. Two after ten, she still had fifty eight minutes.
"Nice job, I think you'll get an extra tip out of him." Her sleazy boss, Richard, slide behind her. There was enough room for him to pass without touching her but he made sure that their full bodies contacted. Mercifully she was shorter than and he had a gut, so she was spared the worst of it. But, she did press further into the counter to get away from him. "Remember house gets twenty percent," he smiled as he walked away. Parys sneered at the back of his balding head. He paid them so little and took some of the tips they earned. She would have never been brave enough to sneer or make faces if he had been looking.
Penny, another waitress came to stand beside her. "I hate the new uniforms. I swear tomorrow we'll be topless wearing thongs." She tugged at the skirt of the outfit. She was only slightly curvier than Parys, but her uniform seemed smaller in size. Richard had a thing for curvy redheads. Parys felt sorry for Penny. The top was so tight the buttons barely held it together, leaving holes for her bra to peek through. And her skirt just barely covered her round bottom. Because the uniform was mostly black, it had a stripper look to it that neither of them liked.
"Tonight I'm going to sew extra buttons on this damn thing and wear shorts underneath." Penny tried to pull the shirt closed. The effort was futile, so she gave up and started their close down process. The two of them made quick work of cleaning the back prep area. By the time they were done their last patron had left.
Parys went to go clean the table only to find Richard standing over it. "Looks he stiffed you. I thought for sure he'd give you a big sympathy tip. Oh well." He walked away a little too pleased with himself. Chances were he'd taken her tip, because Parys hadn't gotten to the table first. She sighed heavily and started clearing away the dishes.
Richard turned off the outside lights. "You girls finish cleaning up, and make sure the place is locked when you leave." He headed to the peg on the wall that held his jacket and hat. After donning his jacket he slowly placed the hat on his head, patting it down. Looking in the small mirror, he tilted it sideways, before turning to salute her. "The new uniforms are a good draw. We doubled our business. But, then I don't hire uggos, so thanks for that." He walked out the door leaving a rush of cold air in his wake.
"Could he be any more cliché?" Penny stood next to her watching him walk away through the large plate glass window. "For that matter could we be any more cliché? I mean it's like were out of some really bad redneck novel."
"Yeah," Parys agreed. Her life was cliché. But, that was better than the life she'd ran away from. At least here, everyone was still alive. She put her hand in her pocket and let her fingers smooth over lovingly over the picture there.
"Oh well," Penny broke into her thoughts before they got to deep. "Time for some music," She skipped over to the jukebox in the corner and put in a pair of coins and punched some numbers. Something pop-like with a fun beat came on, and Penny danced across the room twirling her cleaning rag. Parys was caught up in her happy mood and found herself dancing and singing along as they cleaned. As cliché as her life was, it was far better than watching everyone around you die.
"OK, I will see you tomorrow." Penny hugged Parys, and walked away backwards waving. After a couple of steps she turned and headed home. Both of them lived near the dinner, just in opposite directions. Neither could afford a car, so they walked. On cool nights like tonight, the walk was a nice one, and the neighborhood wasn't really that bad.
Glancing up at the bright moon she breathed in the crisp air, buttoned up her burgundy jacket, and started home. Part of her route took her through a courtyard of an old church. Most everyone thought it was creepy, Parys thought it was beautiful.
The expansive circular courtyard was surrounded by a high stone wall. Four massive arched entrances with brick walkways that intersected in the middle so that people could easily walk through. In the center, was a patterned mosaic made up with colorful stones. Their bright colors could be seen even under the light of the moon. In the center of that mosaic was a large angel with his wings folded back. His beautiful face looking down and his hand stretched out. It was as if he was trying to take the hand of the entire world. There was loving smile carved into his lips. Parys thought him beautiful. He matched the four surrounding angels placed precisely apart in the grassy spaces between the brick pathways.
In the moonlight the statues of the angels had a gossamer glow. The four out angels had wide spread wings and their arms stretched to heaven. They seemed to be singing a silent chorus of thanks to God for this beautiful night. Feeling their imagined exuberance Parys started to hum an old lullaby she remembered from sometime in her early youth.
It was strange she didn't actually remember anyone teaching it to her, she just knew it was from a time when she was really small. The song wasn't even in a language she understood. But, even at twenty years old, it was still her favorite to sing.
Her voice echoed around the courtyard filling it with sound. The angels around seemed to further spread their arms in worship. The angel in the center gave the impression of echoing her sentiment. She stepped up on his platform and brushed her fingers through his cold ones. For a fleeting instant the moon appeared to shine brighter and the handsome angel glowed with it. Smiling she kept singing and moved on. The courtyard wasn't creepy, it was solace to her.
Just as she reached the stone archway there was a strange noise, as if something heavy had been dropped. It startled Parys and she stopped singing, frozen in place. The demons had found her. For a moment she was so terrified she couldn't move. Her vision had blurred and she lost her focus. Who would they kill today to punish her? Fighting against her fear, she turned to face whatever made the noise.
There was nothing there. Slowly she turned in a circle, looking for her tormentors. She found nothing. Parys held her breath and headed back the way she came. She knew it was a bad idea, but if the demons had finally come to kill her she'd confront them face to face. There was nothing worse than being hunted killed by a demon as you ran away. They tended to get more vicious in their assaults at the signs of fear.
Slowly she walked around the large statue. As she came around the front of it something bright white caught her eye. She continued around the statue, surprised to find it was the white of blond hair reflecting the moonlight. And, the blond hair belonged to a man. Paris ran to him.
She had no idea how he'd gotten there but he wasn't moving so she hoped he was only unconscious. Kneeling down beside him, she reached out and put her hand on his shoulder. It came away sticky with blood. "Sir," she asked horrified that she may have found another demon mangled body.
"Are you OK?" She reached down and felt for the pulse on his neck. It was strong, and fast. His skin was a warm contrast to the cold night. She considered that good. He moaned and turned his face toward her. Parys was surprised by his good looks. He had high cheekbones and an angled jaw that was rough with stubble. She had no idea what color his eyes were because they were not only closed, but hidden beneath his pale blond hair. He resembled the angel he laid beneath, except he was dressed in red and black leather, not the robes of a saint.
"Hey," she gently places her cool hand on his forehead. "Wake up." He parted his full lips and a long breath filled the air with vapor. When he didn't breathe in again Parys thought the worst. Carefully she leaned and rested her head against his chest to listen to for a heartbeat. A moan escaped him and he stirred. It startled her so badly she fell back on her butt.
The man moaned again and sat up on his elbow as he ran a hand through his hair. In the moonlight she saw him blink open his eyes and look at her. "Wow, they invited some hot babes to this party." Paris was about to say something, but a hand shot out and cupped the back of her head. "I can't resist the temptations anymore." He pulled her to him and the next thing she knew his lips were on hers.
For a moment she was stunned and squeaked her protest. But, the softness of the mouth against hers stopped any resistance. His lips were warm and tantalizing as they caressed hers. When he slightly parted his mouth so did she. A hot tongue slipped inside her mouth, dusting across hers. She squealed again. He tasted sweet and spicy all at once, like something exotic. Suddenly he pulled away and released her. "Damn, you even taste human."
He fell back to the ground, a rush of vapor escaped him, and his eyes closed. Parys covered her mouth with both hands to stop another squeak from coming out. An angel had just stolen her first kiss.
On a side note for those of you that are fallowing 'The Return of the Sun and the Moon,' I am sorry. I sort of lost heart with it, for obvious reasons. As soon as I find the spirit to work on it again, I promise I will. In the mean time I really hope you enjoy this.