A/N: Well, this is my first Devil May Cry fic, and also my first fic that doesn't have some real plot. In fact, this is really just one big fight that's going to span over a few chapters. Now, this is a crossover between Devil May Cry (duh), and Demon's Crest. Demon's Crest is the third game in a spin-off series of Ghosts n' Goblins, featuring a Red Arremer Gargoyle, a common series antagonist, as the anti-hero. I'm changing a bit of the story from Demon's Crest to suit my needs, just so you know. That's all I'm saying about that, so if you want to know more, go look it up on Wikipedia or something. And now…

Disclaimer: Devil May Cry, Demon's Crest, and all related characters from both series are the property of Capcom.

The Red Arremer Gargoyle walked down the New York City Street. He had orange-red skin, like the color of fire, and wore nothing but blue bracers on his wrists and ankles. His eyes were simply completely blue. There were no whites, and there were no pupils. Just totally blue. He had vicious looking claws on both his hands and feet. He had quite the physique, with impressive biceps, and pronounced muscles on his legs. His feet and fingers were rather long and bony. He also had large wings. Their membranes were gray, but the leathery wings themselves were blue. Finally, his teeth. Well, rather, fangs. They were extremely sharp, and were obviously made for tearing.

It was the dead of night, 1 A.M. to be exact. The streets were almost completely devoid of all passerby. Even at this time, it was quite a bit out of the ordinary for New York City, but the Gargoyle didn't know that.

Why was he here? It's been a few years since he'd defeated Phalanx, an Arch Gargoyle who'd taken over the Demon Realm. Since then, every single fight he'd been in had been rather boring and unchallenging. He was the Red Blaze, not only the strongest Red Arremer in existence, but also the most powerful fighter in the entire Demon Realm. The only opponent who now really presents any challenge to him was his enemy-turned-friend Arma. Arma is a Tengu Gargoyle, who used to serve Phalanx as his general, until he was defeated three consecutive time at the claws of the Red Blaze. After that, Arma came to respect his power, and joined him in the fight against Phalanx. As previously mentioned, Arma was now really the only opponent that could give him any challenge. But fighting the same person over and over again grows boring, and now he longed for a new, powerful opponent.

None in the Demon Realm could sate his battle lust, so he turned to the Human world. As unlikely as it was, perhaps he could find a worthy opponent here. Arma had come, too, but when they arrived they had split up, each hoping to find their own worthy combat.

Suddenly, a neon-light sign hanging above a store he was passing caught the Gargoyles attention. "Devil May Cry, hm?" he read to himself quietly.

He took a moment to see if he could sense anyone inside. As it happened, he detected someone in the first room. A moment later, he let out a gasp. Whoever this was, he, or possibly she, was exploding with power! Knowing that he had found his opponent, Firebrand allowed himself a bloodthirsty smile, and walked in.

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Despite the late hour, Dante Sparda, the son of the Legendary Dark Knight Sparda, was awake. It's been three weeks since he and Nero had put a stop to the Order of the Sword's insane plot to take over the world, and he was bored. Very bored. Hell, he even wished Lady would stop by and demand the money he owes her, just to give him something to do, even if he lost the argument. Recently, his agenda had been thus: Get up, sit at his desk waiting for a call he began to believe would never come, go out to a bar and get drunk, then make it home before New York's Finest arrested him for public intoxication.

Tonight, however, Dante had been too lazy to walk the two blocks to the bar, and he simply stayed home, trying to get to sleep. Unfortunately, it's hard to fall asleep when you've done nothing to make yourself tired in the slightest for weeks. So he just lied down on his sofa with a dessert magazine opened to page about strawberry sundaes on his head, covering his face, simply wearing his new brown pants. Bored, Dante thought, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored, bored…

Then the door opened, and Dante jumped up practically shouting with joy, "Welcome to Devil May Cry! The detective agency that gets the job done whatever that may be!"

It was only after he had said all that that he realized his potential customer wasn't human. In fact, he was a demon. A Gargoyle to be specific. Wasting no more time, Dante leaped for his desk. He threw on his holsters, slung Rebellion over his shoulder, then grabbed his twin .45 caliber handguns, Ebony and Ivory from on top of his desk. He gave the black and chrome guns a twirl, then pointed them at the door where the Gargoyle was in his usual fashion; held sideways with his arms crossing over each other.

All very flashy, except that there was one problem. In between the time he jumped for his desk and the time he finally pointed Ebony and Ivory at the door, the red-skinned demon had disappeared. Dante blinked when he realized his "guest" was gone, and was caught completely off-guard when he received a brutal kick to the back of his head, claws perfectly angled so that they dug painfully inward, even so far as into his brain. He let out a yell as it threw him clear across the length of his office, and he crashed face-first into the wall next to the door. He scrambled to his feet, and faced his opponent, Ebony and Ivory just itching to be fired.

The Gargoyle looked right back at him, a large, toothy smile on his face. He was obviously pleased that Dante hadn't been hurt, or killed by the attack. Then, the red-skinned devil spoke, "At long last…a warrior worthy of myself as an opponent."