A/N: Hey guys! This is another Enter the Darkness story. This time with Dante! It's gonna be fun you know it! Thanks and please read and review! Oh this is kind of a mixture with the anime and games so yeah have fun!
A man walked into a lowly bar in the bad end of town. The man had a large overcoat on, an old tattered hat covering his head. Strands of silver hair could be seen running down his face. He sat at the bar, holding up a hand. The barkeep walked up cleaning a glass.
"What can I get'cha?" he asked.
The man held up two fingers. "Two things," he said coldly. "Rum, mixed with a little bit of vodka… and information."
"I can do the poison. As for the information."
The man pulled out a few hundred dollars worth of bills, putting it on the counter. The barkeep perked up and laughed hardily. "Must be some serious info for a tip that big." He began mixing the drinks, looking at the man. His coat and hat were pretty tattered. The man even had worn out fingerless gloves. He looked poor and homeless. Though that didn't matter. The barkeep only had eyes for the money.
"So what kind of information do you need?" he asked putting down a small glass full of the alcohol.
The man pulled out two pictures, placing them by the bills. The barkeep picked them up. One picture was of someone that looked like a teenager. His black hair covering half of his left side of his face. The eye that was visible had been as dark as a moonless sky, his expression was simply expressionless.
The other was of a much better known man. His white hair covering his eyes. The red coat was unique, as were the guns and sword he had been holding onto in the picture. The barkeep looked at the man in front of him curiously.
"What kind of info do you need sir?"
The man took a quick sip of the alcohol in front of him, not looking up. "About four hundred dollars worth of information if you don't mind."
The barkeep nodded leaning over the counter counting the cash. "I can tell you a lot. The kid I've seen before. Just once though. He had walked into a diner and ordered some fries with a chocolate shake. He had a guitar with him, at least a guitar case. I was in there with my wife at a time. He was talking to that waitress that works there. I have no idea what it was about. He talked with her for a minute or two, then she left and he finished and left."
"As for this other guy. What can I not tell you of him? His name's Dante. He works in some backwater building. I think it's his house too. Some building in an alley. The guy's always broke though. I hear he's a devil hunter."
"Devil?"
"You know, demons. Get's paid good sums of cash just to deal with 'em."
The man stood up adjusting his hat. The barkeep put the bills in his pocket. "What? Don't you want more information?"
"Don't need it. I've got enough."
The man began to walk out, but stopped, turning around. The barkeep began laughing.
"Oh," the barkeep said snidely. "I'm afraid I can't just let you leave… you see…" His body began to contort violently, until finally a large demon busted through it, blood splattering everywhere. It's gray eyes glaring intently towards the man. "I didn't want the money on this information! I wanted your life!"
The devil charged forward, as the man just stood there. Suddenly, it was split in half, its blood splattering all the way around the bar. The man just stood there holding his hat, his yellow eyes looking down at the demon.
"I'm sorry. I thought money was enough. Thanks for the poison though." He walked out, and snapped. Instantly the bar exploded, black flames surrounding where the building once was. The man laughed coldly. "It was good."
He walked off into the darkness of night, as the sirens got closer to the burning wreckage, laughing as cold as the rain that fell.