Summary: When Alyson went to work, everything was normal, when her life was treatened she was saved by the famous Devil hunter, Dante. But with no way to pay his out ragious price, he took her soul, and told her she will have to work off her debt. By doing this she must do as he says and follow his intrustions very well. Will Alyson get her soul back.
There is some Dante OCC'ness in here, I'd rather see him be a bigger badass then what you read now; so thats what he is.
I do no own Devil May Cry, it belongs to CAPCON.
Chapter 1 It was your average Friday night. The football games where over, so all your little hormonal teenagers, were either out drinking and partying over the team victory, or sleeping; regaining the energy for Monday afternoon's next football practice, along with their punishment of losing. So the busy rush of getting gas, and the front door bell, stop chiming after awhile; excluding a ring here and there for the surprise visits from the stray people that came in.
The smell of beach produces came in and out through my senses, as I mopped the floors with the rag-sally style mop. The wooden handle that was taller then me always seemed to give me at least one or two splinters after I was done, but tonight I think I was having a stroke of good luck. Half way done with the floors in the store, not one single splinter. Just as I started patting myself on the back, the door chimed, jumping from the sudden sound; I successfully had given myself a splinter in the skin between my thumb and index finger.
I sighed, placing the broom back in the yellow bucket; letting it lean on the wall. Walking toward the register; while picking at the little piece of wood lodged in my hand, then noticing the small group of people that came in. Placing myself behind the register I observed the three young men that came in.
The first was a white male with thin features. He had a long face, high cheek bones, and hollow eyes sockets. With his hood thrown up over his head, I couldn't make out the hair color, but from the small strain, I guessed it was black, or brown. He was shorter then the other two, but he looked like the one with the brains. His hoodie had the logo of 'Volcom' in green lettering. His pants where also black too, it had a missing knee on the right side, and tattered on end; where they dragged the floor. His shoes were also black; skater shoes to be precise, with the green 'Etnies" logo on the sides, and the falling 'E' on both sides of the shoes.
The second guy was straight up black; like the sky when its dark outside. From what I could guess he was over 6 foot, wearing the long black shit with an obvious white undershirt hanging out the bottom; which hung to his thighs. Wearing clean blue-jeans with some kind of logo on the pants; I never got a good look because he was constantly pulling up his pants. His black shoes with a red 'Nike' check on the outside of the shoe, rode up to the top of his ankle, with a velcro strap at the top. Stylish, I thought glancing to the third man.
He was the scariest, out of the three; he had to be the most primal looking out of the three. Even with his back to me, I could make out a head full of black shaggy hair, long sleeved black body armor; that clearly gave you a view of his well toned back. He wore a pare of black wind breakers, and some 'Nike' bran shoes, with the springing at the bottom of the shoe. But his height being well over 6 foot, and his crazy muscle structure made me want to run away, instead of staying and play with his rock hard abs.
Then a thought came running across my brain. These men are too different to be together, they wouldn't be caught dead together.
I watched the smallest walk around the store, looking at items bored with them, or pick them up and look with amazement, then get bored with staring at them; putting them back in place. The others did the same, it looked primal, I just stared at them wondering if I was seeing things from the right prospective, or if they were crazy. Out of the corner I watched the black man take a honey bun, smell it, and take a bit out of it; rapper and all. Just before I could say something; the scary dude made this animalist sound.
I directed my attention toward him as he took one of the sandwiches out of the icebox and take a bite out of it. Then glass shattering echoed through the store, turning my whole body to the drink section, I saw the smallest taking bottles of liqueur out of the icebox and drop them to the ground; growing fond of the sound and destruction.
I finally had to say something. I was going to let the food slide, but I can't replace three bottles of vodka, it wasn't there for his amusement.
"Hey dumb-ass! Your paying for that, and your little friends better pay for that food too." I hollered.
Instantly I regretted that.
They all looked at me, black man dropped the half eaten honey bun, scary dude crumbled the sandwich in his large hand, and the white male started growling at me. In a flash, the white male was in front of the cash register, staring at me with glowing red eyes, black man was standing to my right, and scary dude was to my back.
All growling at me. All staring at me. The look of death in their eyes. I couldn't breathe, self defense wasn't clicking my head; the red flags and sirens where going off. I was visibly shaking now. Scary dude's arm was around my waist, as he fisted a hand full of my dark hair. Yanking my head back long enough to look at him, then slamming it down on the counter.
Hot, wet pain flashed through my body, skin, and head. It was a pulse that wouldn't stop. Wave after wave of crashed against me, I barely heard the yelp escaped my throat; as he continuously slammed my face down.
I'm not sure what happened next, but I felt weightless for a moment. Then I hit the ground, with another yelp of pain. Blood rushed down my face, and I couldn't see from my left eye. Struggling to move away, I was dragged back by my ankle and faced upward waiting for death.
The heat from their mouths, and their breathes fanned across my body. Licking the blood from the wound on my forehead, smelling my hair, and stroking the limbs on my body.
It remind me of an animal feast. Working together in planning the attack, one getting the kill; getting to eat first while the others have to wait in line. Scary dude being the one licking my wound, white male touching my body to see what he wants to eat, and the black man savoring the aroma of prey at death's door.
Grunts and growls were heard through out the convenient store, and outside the world didn't know that inside death was waiting my soul.
White man got bored, and walked off toward the cigarette placement; picking up a lighter. Playing with it, he figured out how to make a flame and stalked back to the broken bottles of vodka. He stared at it for a few moments making faces, then taking a rag from his pocket, stuffing it in another unbroken bottle and stared again. Like he was fighting himself from the inside, but he tilted the bottle downward to soak the rag and then back up toward the waiting flame.
Once the rag caught flame, he screeched, running out of the store, while the black man looked up, and hissed at the fire; leaving too. Scary dude on the other hand didn't like the fire either, but not wanting to leave me to cook-- obviously liking his meat rare-- he grabbed my wrist and dragged me out of the store; mimicking at beast from the movies, dragging the dead corpse behind him looking for somewhere to eat it in peace.
The cool air stung like hell, and the asphalt didn't fell so hot either. I spotted my bike over at the other end of the store, I reached for it; moaning in pain as I tried to wiggle out of scary dude's grasp. Kicking with my free leg, pulling with my arms to get away; only to have scary dude yank me back, causing a pop sound in the ankle he had grasp of.
Cried out in pain. Tears ran down my face as the pain I was already feeling intensified ten fold. I watched my bike get further away as scary dude keep dragging me to a spot to finish eating me alive.
Thoughts ran across my brain, like a train speeding out of control.
I can't die like this, I want to graduate from college.
I want to get married.
I want to see my future kids grow up.
I want to see my grandchildren.
What's mom going to do, without me?
Da--
My thoughts were halted in place, from the sound of a blast. It came from my right, along with two more rings following that.
Turning my face toward the man in red; well that's all I really could see was red. Sword sticking up from his back, gun in the right, and a smirk from hell on his face said it all.
I was going to live.
Just before I could smile at my happy thought, he looked at me, and his eyes started glowing red.
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-Ethin