Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry or any of its characters: Lady, Dante, Trish, Enzo. I do own the plot of this story and any other characters and character names throughout this chapter.

Author's Note: Okay, A very nice person brought to my attention that I needed to work on my paragraph writing. Thanks so much for pointing it out to me. I was mixing up multiple different character dialogues into one paragraph. Silly me, and I knew about that too. Hope it didn't bother anyone too much, but I fixed it up the best I could. Please R&R. And thanks again ShyAnon.

Revised again! I have a problem. Any self help communities on here?

Chapter 1

The rain owned the city that day. Not one fragment of matter could hide from the aggressive onslaught of sky spit. Everything was soaked outside and there was no doubt a ruined birthday party or two. It had started out beautiful and sunny, but went to shit by noon. The sky was a pathetic shade of gray and wasn't even worthy of lightning. It was mid July, and the rain combined with the heat caused a sickening humidity. If you had surveyed the city from afar, you'd think it was some kind of ghost town out of the horror flicks. Not one single human body was apparent, not even a corpse. The architecture wasn't much to look at, so it would pass for being evacuated in the early 20s. By noon, when the rain began, it was like the classic scene of roaches dispersing. Air-conditioned homes were ideal on days such as that. Rain dominated the renaissance style city and a day rarely went by without the rain marring it somehow. Though the weather was the least of these people's worries. It only emphasized the dark reality of what the night cradled.

Dante scoffed, releasing the drawstrings of the blinds he had opened to gaze impatiently out the window. They came down with a soft clatter as he turned to glare at the time. Enzo was late as usual, and it had become a nuisance to have to wait for him when he could just as easily explain a job over the phone. He called to say he had a job that would pay something like ten thousand up front and another ten when the job was done. The rest of the details would be explained in person. Probably to avoid getting hung up on when the revelation of a missing persons case came up. It had been a rough few years working with the sleazy agent, but it wasn't easy finding anyone else in his line of work. Dante smirked as he heard the familiar rumble of a black Le Baron pulling up in the driveway. He leaned against his new mahogany desk that Trish had picked up for him. She had been getting into the spirit of renovation ever since business started booming the past spring. The phone had been ringing off the hook since then, with people offering large sums of money to cleanse there mansions of hell's vermin, as the ritzy people would refer to them. It was just so convenient that the demons decided to attack the manors of people who were worse than Enzo. Then Dante could accept their money guilt free. Speaking of Enzo…

"Ciao, Dante!" Enzo exclaimed happily, with an enthusiastic gleam in his eyes. The chubby man was clad in his usual Mafioso attire complete with his cliché slicked back hair. Dante noted he was also wearing his daily shower of cheap cologne and had to wrinkle his nose. Enzo seated himself in Dante's chair and smirked like a crocodile up at him. Dante placed two gloved palms flat on his desk and leaned forward a little to glare at his agent. Enzo's smile became innocent. "Oh don't you worry your pretty little head, Dante. This one is gonna kick your friggin' ass." Dante looked thoughtful for a millisecond. With an apprehensive look, he sat in the fold out chair in front of the desk and waited as Enzo cleared his throat.

"There's an old abandoned warehouse over on the 456 and Crown drive. You get on the 456 and go north. It can't be missed." Enzo paused to allow the directions to sink in. When he sensed Dante's suspicion of a missing person's case, the fat man smiled ear to ear, putting the Cheshire cat to shame. "There have been hoards of demons spotted in the vicinity surrounding, and inside the warehouse. A couple of mediums already claimed a hellish aura oozing from it. I think it could be that hell gate you've been looking for." Dante tilted his silvery head in thought. It made perfect sense that it would be the hell gate. And it would explain all the recent attacks on the big wigs. Port Seacord was roughly 60 km south of Crown, meaning the big shots were the closest prey for the little bastards. "The man who hired us, a Mr. Lionel Wes Burton, bought the land to build a new factory on. The warehouse is set to be demolished on the 29th. Can't do that when it's infested with the kind of vermin that eats people."

Dante's mouth fell open. "Enzo! I could kiss you right now!" Dante got to his booted feet and stretched. This was the first time Enzo ever brought him something that wasn't crap. Enzo smirked at the sudden excitement, but shook his head in disgust. "Come on bello, I'll slip the tongue." Enzo shuddered as if he was covered in spiders. Dante just chuckled at his expression and began gathering his weapons of choice.

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"How many?" Lady questioned almost eagerly.

"About fifty, give or take a few." A very posh sounding man responded through the receiver of her phone.

"Where?" She asked again, knowing she would take the job.

"67 Alabaster Court. It's just off the 456 highway, in Port Seacord. You'll find it, I'm sure."

She heard him clear his throat, and knew he was ready to bring up another point.

"Now please be quite careful. That is my home and I know these exterminations do come with a little damage, but please keep it minimal."

Lady yawned a little too loudly."What are the payment arrangements, Mr. Wes Burton?" She asked deciding to throw a little mock respect into it. She never did like those assholes that turned endangered species into beauty products for profit. Lionel cleared his throat for the last time.

"You shall get ten thousand now, and ten thousand more when the job is complete. Properly." Suddenly there was a click and Lady was mildly furious at being hung up on. The bastard didn't even tell her where to pick up her money. Not even the slightest inclination to what hotel he was at. She sighed in defeat, content with the notion that he probably left it somewhere in his mansion.

It was still much too early to head out to the job. Most of the demons would be out at night, looking to feed, so she would go then. Right now, their numbers would be minimal, as most of them would be traveling to and from hell during daylight hours. She would attack when she could wipe them all out, maybe at once. She only suspected lesser demons to be raiding neighborhoods like this. It was much too childish for the more powerful demons in existence, and she had met a few. It was a long shot, but Lady had to wonder if all the recent infestations had something to do with a hell gate somewhere in that area. It would make sense seeing as how Dante was the main protector there. Demons were drawn to human flesh, but also liked to see if they could agitate a higher power in their wake. Lady set her thoughts on the devil man. He had to have been up to his gills in business right now. All she ever heard about on the news was the increase in demon activity on the north end. Dante's end of the 456 was where all the high rollers of Port Seacord lived. Then a mile or two east of that was the slummy, broken down city of Killwitch, where Devil May Cry stood. They really needed to change the name of that city, Lady thought. It was long past the days of burning innocent women to the stake.

Suddenly Lady remembered the large debt Dante owed her. Since the lucky bastard was up to his tits in cash right now, he should have no problem paying it right? She was anything but broke, and her bills were stable, but agitating the asshole was just too tempting to pass up. Plus, now she had a reason to drive all the way up there. It was just too perfect, and the look on his face would be priceless. It had been a few years since she'd seen her silver haired comrade, and though she'd never admit it to even herself, she had grown a soft spot for the jerk, and missed him dearly. She would always hate demons with a passion, but what he did for her those years back made his demon blood non existent to her. He had a human heart no matter what coursed through it, and she admired his compassion for human kind. Dante's demon half made him immortal, of that she was sure. So to be willing to use his demonic power to save human kind and not enslave it, was beautiful. She would still ask for her money to annoy him, but she knew she owed him much more.

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"May I have everyone's undivided attention please?" Lionel raised his voice over the loud murmurs that erupted around the table.

Businessmen and women eyed each other, outraged to be sitting next to threatening competition.

"Friends, please. In the world of business, we are most definitely opponents, but today I bring us together in a meeting of truce." The voices hushed, but the glares remained with a vengeance. Lionel continued. "Are we not kin, in some way shape or form? Have we not helped build the industrial world together in some way?" He glanced around the room, a slew of suspicious eyes were glued menacingly to his form. "Today, my brethren, I offer you the world and whatever it means to you." Now the entire room was dead silent, and the men and women glanced curiously at one another. Lionel smiled handsomely, taking off his glasses and wiping them with a piece of silk.

"Get on with it already, Burton!" A fat bald man in an Armani suit snapped.

"All in good time, Mr. Guirillo. Now, I am imagining a world where twenty-one of the most powerful industrial leaders are working together. Working to make the world a better place, for us of course. This would be the largest merger in industrial history and we could own the world." Mr. Guirillo chuckled causing a domino effect of laughter around the table.

"Mr. Burton, have you honestly thought it necessary to waste my valued time, rambling on about nonsense. What is this bullshit about a merger consisting of twenty-one industries? We are powerful enough without fucking it up with rubbish like that." Lionel eyed Mr. Guirillo with an amused expression, which angered the already reddening man.

About a minute passed in silence. All eyes were trained on the smug looking man at the head of the table. Suddenly the double doors of the hotel conference room swung open and a tall muscled creature, tightly wrapped in an expensive suit strode in. Gasps of terror exploded from the guests and many of them tried to make a break for it. The doors slammed before they could make their escape. The demon snorted and gestured his long horns toward the table.

"Sit!" His booming voice warned. They all did as they were told, fearing for their lives. Lionel still kept his smug expression, only now his smile widened.

"Please relax brothers and sisters. This is quite rude behavior. We are ladies and gentlemen, and we should act as such." This did not calm the fear throughout the room. Lionel stood, brushing imaginary lint from his suite and reached his hand out to the demon. The creature took it firmly, and shook it. Mr. Guirillo locked his eyes on the leathery crimson face of the demon. When yellow eyes turned to the pudgy man, his breath hitched in his throat.

"You." The demon's voice was lower now. "Stand up!" He ordered sternly. The man got to his feet shakily and bowed his shiny head. "Tell me what you want to do." The demon breathed. Sweat beaded from the man's bald scalp, down his flushed face. "Speak!" the beast roared. Mr. Guirillo's attempt to calm his shaking was futile and he began hyperventilating. He patted around his blazer, in search for something. A puffer appeared from his left pocket and he took two long inhalations. When he finally spoke, it was strained.

"I, I'd like t, to go home sir, please." The towering demon bellowed out a volley of nasal laughter at the man's childlike fear. Then his smile disappeared, and a swipe of his six-inch claws launched Mr. Guirillo's head into the air, colliding with the wall. The bloody, bowling ball sized object rolled back toward the unbelieving audience. A moment or so after the shock of the decapitation passed, the crippling fear set in. Not even Lionel had the smug look anymore.

"Gwiremetyre, what have you done?" The shock in Lionel's voice was real, and now he was shaking. Gwiremetyre glanced over at his new business partner, smoothing the still warm blood between his fingers. "We needed Mr. Guirillo, he has stocks like you wouldn't believe!"

"He gave me the wrong answer, so naturally, I made an example of him. Now, who else wants to go home?" The beast tested, his yellow orbs scrutinized the humans in the room. "Good." He threw in when no one dared answer. "Now first let me introduce myself. I am Guiremetyre of Sanguinar, one of the highest ranked legions of Hell. I am there leader, and you now know I am ruthless." He glared at Lionel briefly then to the prisoners. Now you will all listen or die, understood?" Everyone nodded swiftly to the new boss. "As Mr. Burton already pointed out, you will all merge and become one power. With my help, you can have anything you want in this world, anything and everything. All I need is twenty of the most powerful corporations to make this all possible." He paused for Lionel to speak.

"I have seen what he can do, my friends. He will make us Gods, all we have to do is join forces, and he will make us strong."

More time passed in the stuffy meeting room. It seemed everyone accepted the demon's offer strictly out of fear, though it was apparent some accepted out of greed. Lionel was completely smug once again at Guiremetyre's side like a lapdog. The demon was discussing with him the plans for world domination.

"And the son of Sparda?" The demon asked almost wearily. With him around, the entire plan could be in danger of failing.

"Taken care of, my lord. I sent the slayer bitch to her death as well."

Gwiremetyre eyed him suspiciously. "They don't just lay down you know? Lesser demons won't be enough to drive them through the hell gate."

Lionel smoothed back grayish locks almost bored like and Gwiremetyre could tell that the man would prevail with an answer. He could see the smugness of a business shark, and a very good one.

"It won't take too long for Ramzant to make his way up to the hell gate, will it?" Gwiremetyre was just too pleased with the revelation of Lionel's true plan. "Ramzant is the perfect individual for the job. He will keep those shit disturbers busy just long enough for us to close the gate on them." Lionel concluded. "And you will have enough time to change us before hand. Once Dante and his ally are trapped in hell, there will be no stopping our assault."

The demon nodded his appreciation. This would be his greatest investment yet. He didn't even need that wretched son of Sparda dead. All that was needed was a few days of him trapped in the underworld.

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End of Cliché Villain Moment

(Sorry if it's weak, I'm trying to focus more on the love story)

Devil May Cry: An hour before dark…

Enzo blabbed on the phone to his fiancé about wedding arrangements while Dante practically turned the place upside down getting ready. He could sense it was going to be one hell of a ride, slicing up demons, maybe some big ones. It would be just gravy if he could find that fucking hell gate along the way. "I think after I'm finished this great service to the people, you know, saving them from death and all, I'm gonna go over to the good 'ol Cellar, and have me some fun." Enzo snapped his cell phone shut and glanced over at Dante.

"Room for one more?" Enzo ventured. He'd never ever admit it, but he quite enjoyed hanging around the demon slayer. While making him great money, and giving him the street cred he needed, Dante was a friend to him. It had been ages since they drank together.

"But wifey will worry, won't she?" Enzo just grunted at the question. Dante had already met Fran, and knew she could be quite the worrywart. Not to mention she could get insanely possessive. She always thought Enzo was flirting with other women. Dante just thought that was unfair. He saw how much Enzo cared for her and she could at least spare him a night out. He smacked a fresh clip into each of his beloved guns and holstered them instantly. "So it's a date then." He slid Rebellion onto his back and slipped a few daggers into his black boots. "Oops, can't forget old Shotsy." Dante kissed his newly greased shotgun and slid it into the holster inside his trench. Enzo smiled and waved Dante off.

With one quick wave to his agent, Dante stepped out into the cool night air. The rain had luckily stopped for the night, and even the pristine white moon lit the streets. A light breeze blew through his silvery locks and he had to revel in it for a moment. He strode down his newly paved driveway towards one of his most prized possessions. The bike was already on the side of the road. He'd thank Trish later for setting things up for him. Glimmering black steel made up the body of this chopper, complete with bone white demon skulls he had a tattoo artist draw up for him. It was expensive of course, but totally worth it. A sex machine for sure, and Dante was it's partner in crime.

"Hey baby, miss me?" He threw a leather-clad leg over the steel beast, kicking up the kickstand. Inhuman pale blue eyes scanned the dark, starry sky. "Fucking gorgeous." He whispered. "Now this is my favorite part. My boys especially love it." He kick-started the chopper to life and it purred like a pussycat. "I love me some demon spatter. Here I come, boys." All that was heard after Dante sped off was the disappearing roar of the chopper.

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Lady was just about done loading up her car with all her essential weapons, which she pretty well needed a car to carry. Plus her bike was in the shop. She dressed in her usual fighting gear, her traditional schoolgirl uniform. She just loved the after rain coolness against her skin, it felt refreshing after all the days of heat she endured. Kalina Ann was nestled comfortably in the trunk of her rental. Black Lexus, nothing too over the top. It would get her to where she was headed. An array of handguns and boxed ammunition covered the back seat. About twenty combat knives were laid out sheathed in a leather sheet. She would arm herself with what she thought was appropriate when she got to the house.

Taking one final peek at her arsenal, Lady gripped the silver handle of the door pulling it open. She slid easily inside instinctively inhaling the leather interior. Buckling up so she wouldn't get a ticket (as if the hoard of weapons wasn't suspicious at all) she peeled out of her driveway, taking one quick look at her home, before she was gliding down the quiet street. Going at 50 was an annoying speed for her, but she already got a ticket so she would be good.

"Soon I'll be on the 456, and skies the limit." She chuckled to herself. And as soon as she was on the highway, Lady could have rivaled a bullet. The limit on the 456 was 90, but no one followed that, not even the cops. The 456 was hell's highway, and accidents were not uncommon. They usually resulted in a bloody mess. Tonight would be a bloody mess, she thought. "Over on 67 Alabaster Court."

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End Chapter One

Wow, that was an ordeal. It felt long writing it, but I bet it's kinda short. Please tell me watcha think. No flames please. I like constructive criticism more. Flames are like the annoying younger, more uneducated brother of constructive criticism. They can be honest, but most of the time, are obnoxious and loud. I'll be updating soon. See ya!