Disclamer: I do not own Devil May Cry.
Two thousand years ago... The Dark Knight, Sparda, turned against his demon brethren and took up his sword for the sake of mankind...
"I've always heard that story since I could even recall anything...but now all I know is my name and that demons killed my family..."
I open my eyes to see a blur of flames and two people I think are my parents fighting demons. I fell nothing, not the scorching flames around me or the feeling of being scared. This moment plays through my head every night, I could never figure out was it just a dream or reality. I always wondered that since I could remember my name the only thing I have left of my memory since everything else is just a blur.
I wake up and stare at the ceiling then sigh.
"The say dream" I then throw my legs over the bed and plat them on the floor.
"Again" I hear a slightly gruff voice come from my door. I look to see a 6 foot, semi balding white man with black hair wearing a black dress shirt, slacks and dress shoes. Two M1911s are in holsters on his waist.
"Yes sir" I get up and stretch the man groaning after the sir part.
"Stop calling me sir, I keep telling you either dad or my name" he walks into my room and picks up a tv remote off a pile of dirty clothes, I snicker.
"Ok Dick" I grab a black t shirt off my twin sized bed and put it on struggling to slip it over my black shoulder length dreads.
"Oh you just love saying that don't you?" Dick turns the small 24 inch flat screen in the corner on my rolm sitting on a crate on.
"Of course" I grab a black sleeveless trench coat with a dark orange trim and put it on.
"We got a job for you" Dick throws the remote on mh bed. I put two black Deagles in holsters on the inside of my coat.
"Why me? why not any of those lazy asses downstairs? I bet their up for a challenge" I then put two white revolvers in holsters on the inside of two of my pockets.
"Well Desmond for your info It takes five of them just to kill two minor demons like scarecrows" Dick taps his foot on the wooden floor impatiently.
"Ok ok I get it already" I pull two black combat boots out from under my bed then input them on.
"Then get too it you still owe me money from this months rent" Dick walks out of the room and I sigh.
"Dick is a dick" I then grab claymore sword with a ankh shape guard, the blade glowing a faint translucent dark orange. I then grab its sheath and sheath the sword.
"Time to go to work" I then strap the blade onto my back while walking out the room into a dark hall way leading to a set of steps with a faint glow of light coming from it. I then walk down the hall way passing several doors with crudly drawn names on them before I get to the top step then I start to hear several men yelling.
"These idiots are up already?...damn" I then walk down then the steps quietly but I hit a creaky step halfway down. The step making a low screeching noise.
"DESMONDS UP" I hear the men yell I then sigh.
"damn step"