My first DMC fanfic :)
It plays in a slight AU of the Devil May Cry universe right after Vergil's death. It has been a year since Dante defeated his elder sibling Vergil along with Arkham and stopped the world from falling into chaos. He now runs his business by taking on jobs here and there, even though they are quite mediocre and non-satisfying at times but still enough to make a living. A ever growing void spreads out in Dante's life and he seeks to fill it by taking on more riskier missions that become more life-threatening and dangerous.. even to him. One day a mysterious man comes into Dante's shop and offers him a mission that he can't resist on taking it. With that Lady crosses paths with him and insists on joining him on this one. Thinking of it only a regular Demon extermination business they soon get to realize that it involves more than just demon-slaying skills when this whole thing will play a much more important role than they had previously assumed. They will be even more surprised when they find out what deeper meaning this girl has.
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I hope you enjoy this first chapter. I'm planning to update the second chapter quite soon. Please send me your reviews but don't be too harsh since it's my first fanfiction, thanks :)
Calloused fingers tapped on the edge of the table impatiently while the other one was steadily holding the phone against Dante's ear.
"I'm done telling you Lady! I am not, and the emphasis is on not, going to take any of those shitty jobs you keep piling up on me in order to pay your debt and.. no.. I- no! That's not what I meant! I know exactly how you play. I know exactly why you dump those shit-jobs on me! It is because they pay so little which gives me not enough to repay you properly. You love to see me burn for breaking your little tricycle, right? But guess what Lady. I. Am. Taking. Only. Jobs. From Morrison here on out, that way I can finally pay you back.. even tenfold if that what's needed to shut your cakehole. Okay.., I'll see you later then.. love ya babe."
After the little rant, the phone was flung back to the telephone station with a loud click emitting from the slightly harsh impact. The tall man sighed deeply as he pinched the bridge of his nose in slight frustration.. what a day indeed. Dante was in his usual position whenever he was at his desk with his feet propped up on the dark wooden surface and his nonchalant way of resting in his chair.
His cool blue eyes fluttered open as they stared up to the ceiling with indifference, and another sigh escaped his sculpted lips.
Dante ran a large hand through his ivory locks in order to smooth them out from the dampness. Today was a very hot summer day and the young devil hunter was sweating his ass off because of it. Even if he only wore a pair of dark crimson leather pants together with black leather boots, it still was too damn hot. His discarded black shirt and his equally dark crimson red vest and trench-coat lingered on the couch next to his coffee table along with his gloves. His exposed torso was covered in a film of sweat-beads that rolled down his chiseled chest and stomach.
Swords, guns, fire, water, ice, even electrocution can not kill him. He was practically invincible but he was beginning to doubt that.. the humidity in Capulet City was unbearable. He clenched his jaw, wondering when the repairman would finally show up to fix his damn fan hanging from the ceiling. The thing has been creaking ever since they day he'd moved in.
He stretched and yawned, pondering what he could do today. It has been weeks since his last job and he was still angry about it since it turned out to be a complete hoax. Suddenly his stomach rung out from the silence with a starved grumble, signalizing the frosty haired half-devil that it was time to eat. A lighthearted sardonic smile played on his lips. Right on cue.
He was just about to call the Pizza man anyway. He swiftly slid his legs from the desk-surface and leaned over to the phone again, punching the number for the Pizza delivery. "Hi, I would like to order a Pizza Speziale. Yes with everything, onions, tomatoes, salami and garlic.. lots of garlic. Oh, and before I forget! NO olives. Okay, thanks, till then." This time he settled the phone back to the station a little more gently.
Oh man.. he was definitely starving and he couldn't wait for his delicious piece of heaven to arrive but Dante just had to restrain himself. Everything takes it's own time, even Pizza.
Without further due, he rose from his large chair and sauntered over to his small fridge, opening it and grabbing a cool beer from the cool-box. He just needed one. The moist heat was killing him. He popped the cap away from the bottle with just his thumb and began to take a large swig of the sweet cooling liquid. He felt the beer pouring down his throat, cooling him a little from the constant heat. "Ahh.. that's the stuff." He uttered before his piercing eyes scanned around his own shop.
It was a mess.. Pizza boxes were scattered along with empty liquor bottles all over the place. Hmm…. Maybe he should clean his place up a little until the Pizza-boy or girl.. which he preferred, would arrive. But then again, why should he? It was just a delivery, not a prom-date. Dante shrugged it off and trudged over to his desk again as he took another chuck from his beer.
After 5 minutes of waiting, a knock banged against the door. It was quite loud and forceful.. not the kind of attitude he was expecting from the delivery man but nonetheless it didn't matter once he gets a hold of his Pizza. But it was strange.. no delivery he experienced was that quick. No, there was somebody else at the door.
The violent knock repeated itself, and this time more aggressive. A crease formed between Dante's silver winged brows with slight annoyance, did this person have any manors or respect at all? Dante decided to ignore it but then it came again and again..
That does it. Dante shot up from his comfortable seating and stomped over to door with heavy steps, tearing the door open to see who this asshole was. "What the hell?! If someone does not answer the door, is because either they aren't home or they do not want to be disturbed and open the door to strangers. Has your mother never taught you any respect at all?" he exclaimed harshly with his upper lip curling up into a light snarl.
The rude visitor turned out to be a middle aged man, he was well dressed and wore a black trench coat with a hat that covered his gray slicked back hair. He seemed to be holding a strange looking suitcase and was about a head shorter than Dante.. but then again, a lot of things were shorter than Dante. Why the hell was he dressed into such well tailored clothing if there was like 85 degrees outside?
Dante still stood there with a resentful gleam twinkling in his eyes, waiting for an explanation from this old man. "Hey! Dude, I'm talking to you." He waved his hand back and forth in front of the elder man's face in order to gain his attention.
The man responded by tilting his head upwards to Dante, observing the devil hunter from head to toe with warm brown eyes. Dante took aback at this strange response but stood his ground. He ain't moving anywhere until this bastard gets off his premises, that was for sure.
"Excuse me.. I didn't mean to be rude but are you Dante? The famed mercenary who takes on jobs, no matter how dirty they are?" Dante's expression softened somewhat into a more genuine countenance. ".." nothing came out at first "…..yea, that's me. Who wants to know?" he inquired with suspicion.
Dante didn't like it when strangers knew his name, but then again, how else would he get new customers if they didn't? "Oh, pardon me. Where are my manners?" the man chuckled deeply with his strong and soothing voice.
"My name is Alexander Robinson. I am here on behalf of my boss. He sent me to charge you with a mission."
Dante's lips parted but before he could say anything, Alexander continued smoothly "We pay a good sum of money. It'll be worth your while."
Dante remained silent for a moment, contemplating if he should or should not let this man into his shop. "How do I know you're not just another fraud who exploits my special services and then doesn't pay shit in the end?" He said disdainfully while he crossed his arms over his exposed muscular chest.
"Because I already have the payment here with me.. in this suitcase." He gestured to his black leather suitcase.
"We offer you one hundred grand for this job. And.. in addition it won't be a usual mission. This one is more of a challenge. Fitting for someone like you.." his lips stretching into a sly smile.
Dante blinked several times as he dropped his beer with the bottle shattering onto the ground. One hundred grand? That was a hell load of money.. it could actually pay his dept towards Lady and even feed him for the next few months.
The grin on Alexander's lips went wider at his reaction. "You said one hundred grand?" he repeated, disbelief still lacing his voice.
The elder man nodded "yes."
"And what involves in that special mission?" Dante pressed on.
"I'm sure you are quite experienced with Demons, am I right? But this one is a tad different from what you have faced before. I heard that you have a hard time, resisting a challenge. Well, we have the right thing for you." The well dressed man answered, wiggling his dark grey brows at the young devil hunter.
The offer was tempting.. no, it was quite enticing to say the least. But Dante was still unsure about this Alexander character.. he seemed a little too shifty for his taste and Dante had enough of that to deal with. But then again.. the money and the mission. They all sounded so compelling.
After a long moment of silence and brooding, Dante finally spoke up with his deep voice. His youth and impulsiveness had gotten the better of him. "Alright, come in. We can discuss this inside my shop." Dante said with compliance, stepping aside to let the enigmatic customer in.
Dante followed him as he shut the door behind them with a loud crack. He cringed and looked back at his door, seeing a few glass shards now lying across the floor. Damn.. sometimes he tends to forget that he's a bit stronger than the average human male.
Alexander only stared at the door blankly but shrugged it off as he took a seat on the worn leather sofa near the coffee table. Dante exhaled deeply, still a little miffed that he accidentally destroyed one of his doors as he seated himself on the opposite couch with the wood cracking beneath his weight. The broken door will only just add to his debt.. wonderful.. just wonderful.
"So.. what kind of mission is this?"
Alexander smirked and placed the case onto the coffee table, opening it to show him the money he had promised. Indeed.. it was a lot of cheese. Dante eyed it carefully but held himself back, not wanting his eyes to fall out as he oogled all the green.
"Well, we need you to locate a certain person. A woman in fact." He began. Dante's interest peaked ever so slightly at the mentioning of a woman that is involved in the mission. "And.. you need me to kill her once I found her?" he replied almost lazily.
Boy.. hadn't he heard that song before. It was always the same with thosekinda missions. Alexander snorted "No. no, you don't need to kill her. We just need you to bring her to us unarmed. However you need to be careful.. she's a tricky one. She has.. certain abilities that aren't quite what you call average. She is not what she seems to be."
Dante furrowed his brows "Is she a demon?" he leaned up from his comfortable position. The man shrugged simply as a response "I'm not sure.. there haven't been any records of her performing any demonic activity."
"A witch then?" Dante asked instead.
"A possibility." Alexander answered calmly. Dante was not sure what he was getting at but he knew that it wasn't the regular demon case.. and the Alexander guy was not really someone he would invite for dinner. Something was quite off about him.
Should he kick him out or should he trust him for the job?
Sorry if the first chapter might be a little short.^^;
The second one will follow soon :)