Author's Rant: What happens when you mix an obsession for demon hunters and game novelizations? You get my daily dose of boots to throw at my lazy muse, that's what.

After reading a bunch of stories about Devil May Cry, I began to ponder why I haven't really come across a novelization of any game from the series. I know a few are probably lying around, but I am too lazy to look for all of them. So, as a diversion from my other story, I decided to write a novelization of DMC3 to help me with working out details. Not to mention I play that game about a million times a day *looks around evilly then grins*.

Just so no one kills me, I will not be biased when describing Dante or Vergil. I have played the game as both of them, and have come to these conclusions.

One, Dante is definitely an ass, but a well-meaning one. He's just naturally arrogant, confident, and impulsive, and is probably happier getting drunk and proposing to a mop than hurting someone who doesn't deserve it. However, he really needs to stop taunting people, or one day he's going to end up as someone's punching bag. Or Lady will shoot him in the head again. To Dante: It's okay to cry, ya pansy! Being a softy once in a while doesn't mean squat!!

Two, Vergil is also an ass, albeit one who tries to bury anything he sees as 'weaknesses', like emotions. He and Dante lost their mother, so it is just how he reacted. And once you think about it, humans are idiots at times, though he needs to loosen up. A lot. Otherwise, if he gets the power he's after, he'll end up giving himself a heart attack out of sheer shock. To Vergil: SMILE DAMNIT!! If you didn't have the expression range of a rock, maybe you'd feel better!!

Three, if it came down to picking who I'd rather hang out with, I'd find a way to keep them from killing each other. They are high on the list of game characters I adore, so choosing wouldn't be fair.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, places, creatures, etc., of or relating to the Devil May Cry series. All I own is the game file that sparked this idea and the brain doing the thinking *holds up jar with brain*.

~GrimmEverafter

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Prologue

The library was surprisingly dark and dim, lit in a few places only by lone lamps that were set near desks or in the high ceiling, offering just enough luminescence so see the words printed in the books themselves. Each tome set on the tall shelves seemed ancient and mysterious, some bound in leather, others ornately decorated, all radiating ages of lost and powerful knowledge. Silence weighed heavily down upon the room, adding only to the secrets the books held, yet the echoing footsteps the man took seemed to challenge that secrecy.

A single figure stood in front of one of the cases, his icy blue eyes scanning the pages of one such book as if searching for an important key. He was dressed in a way that could be described as regal; a dark blue coat embroidered and trimmed with gold, straps on the lower sleeves, a dark gray vest that was ribbed almost like a carapace, and dark pants that disappeared in a pair of dark brown knee-high boots. The man's expression was emotionless, in a way that could almost be described as cold, but combined with his slicked back silver-white hair, it lent him an air of both power and dignity. However, the katana he held in his free hand gave evidence of the former, as well as of the wall he undoubtedly had around him.

He barely reacted when he heard footsteps, instead shelving the book and ignoring them as he opened another himself into his reading, still searching. However, he did clearly hear the other man's question, his voice somewhat cool but with hidden malice that was barely masked.

"So, you're looking for the book of ancient legends, the tale of the demon warrior Sparda?"

"That's not what I'm looking for. Leave me."

The blue-coated man's voice was deep and cool, almost as cold as his eyes, though a hint of annoyance was easy to detect. Closing the book, he replaced it among the others, and didn't bother to look at the man approaching him, more interested in the book in front of him. His eyes slightly narrowed, the speaker moved more easily into the light, revealing himself. Although he appeared to be a man in his middle years with gray-tan skin, there was an air of evil and cruelty around him that was hard to identify as human. On the left side of his face and shaved head was covered in a strange, reddish-black color that seemed to pulse, spreading down his neck into the collar of the priest-like clothes he wore. Both eyes were mismatched, the right being a deep blue, the other a reddish brown that seemed to compliment the corruption around it. A single, red-bound book was held in his hand; its worn cover and yellowed pages showing signs of obvious use and care.

"Then what are you looking for?" Either the man had not heard the threatening tone, or ignored it, for he continued, stepping closer and regaling the story in his dark voice, "A demon impregnates a woman, who then bears twin sons. That's the story," he glared knowingly at the blue-coated figure, almost sneering, "Isn't it?"

Impossibly fast, he drew his katana and held it at arm's length, silencing the man who had been barely three inches from getting impaled in the throat. The figure never lifted his gaze from the books once, but it was obvious that he was tired of the other's company. "Leave me," he repeated, the threat emphasized by his blade, "I won't tell you a third time."

For several moments, both were silent, but soon, the bald man gazed at the sword nonchalantly, then ran a finger along the blunt side. "People inherently fear-" he pressed his thumb against the edge, barely even wincing when the metal bit into his flesh, "evil. However, occasionally a person may become… seduced by evil." Blood dripped heavily onto the ground as he continued to run his thumb along the blade, stepping closer to its wielder.

This time, the blue-coated warrior slowly turned his gaze towards the scholar, his narrowed eyes bearing a slight hint of interest. After a moment, he drew his blade away, slowly sheathing it as he inquired suspiciously, "What are you getting at?" Holding his book to his chest, the bald man slowly bowed his head, requesting solemnly, "Share with me. The story of Sparda…"

Almost as if in disgust, the warrior turned away, walking away from the scholar. He looked up, book still held to his chest, and glared after the man, fiercely scowling. However, the barest hint of a grin played at the corner of his lips, though his scowl did not lessen, and his eyes held a plotting gleam under their usual glow of evil.

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"The activation method is as I described before."

The warrior and scholar gazed up at the flight of stairs and the ornate golden door at the top, both equally as ancient as the walls and carvings of the marble chamber. It was unusually silent, as if Death itself was asleep, and the dim gloom of the sputtering torches made the demonic statues oddly menacing. Looking back at his silent companion, the bald man continued, "It should be a simple matter for you."

He turned to leave, taking a last glance at the door, before stating, "I will go to his place. I believe I know where the item we seek is located." Turning, the warrior watched him disappear into the darkness, hearing his last, almost annoyed command, "You should dispose of any obstacles quickly."

As soon as the human was gone, several demons rose up from the ground as if it were made of liquid. Each of them were white, with markings of blood red adorning their limbs and body. Cruel, dead eyes locked onto the warrior, thirsting for this foolish mortal's blood, aching to dismember him with the flame-covered, dark red scythes they wielded. Hissing in echoing voices that were feminine and masculine at the same time, the Abyss demons approached their prey, confident that this mortal would fall like the others who had trespassed on that forbidden land.

Almost as if he was unimpressed, the warrior only looked around, easily hearing the sounds of more demons appearing on the stairs behind him. A fiery glint of anticipation appeared in his eyes, and when they were close enough, the first Abysses leapt at him, swinging at the still warrior. Time seemed to slow to a crawl; closing his eyes, the warrior seemed to take a deep breath, tensing up as the blades inched closer. The demons thought the man foolish; they were certain that they would kill him quickly.

Everything came back to normal speed as he struck the closest scythes with the scabbard of his blade, knocking several of the now surprised demons back, spinning to deflect another, he then began to draw the weapon out, easily seeing the demon behind him as it lunged for his unprotected back.

A single flash of torchlight on steel, and the Abyss behind the warrior was split vertically in half, blood spurting from the demon's deathly pale flesh. Two more attacked as it dissolved, and the katana's wielder yelled out as he sliced across them. Both gave confused cries as their torso fell from their waists, sending a rain of crimson high into the air. Others found themselves meeting a similar fate, and if these demons could properly show expression, their death masks would have been ones of surprise. Sheathing the blade, the warrior watched idly as several other Abysses rose from the ground, angered by the sight of their dead brethren dissolving. They completely surrounded him, still foolishly confident that a mere human could not stop them.

One sliced down at the man, who had glanced at the clumsy blow and easily sidestepped the blade. Responding with a surprisingly powerful hit from the hilt of his blade, the demon was thrown into the air as the warrior split the closest demon in half. As the first came close to hitting the ground, he easily caught it with his blade, slicing diagonally through its body and adding to the crimson rain that fell as he mutilated the remaining demons in a similar fashion.

The man's hair had fallen from its usual state to hang around his face, nearly hiding his cold eyes and streaked slightly with blood, like his coat. Standing straight, he cast an amused glance toward the demons rising from the ground between him and the door, turning around and tightening his grip on his blade. Suddenly, he charged at them, yelling out fiercely as his blade flashed across them, dealing fatal wounds that left many of them falling apart, weapons raised in blocks that were seconds too late.

Standing up straight, the warrior twirled his blade and sheathed it behind his back in an unusually arrogant manner, a slight smirk on his lips. It quickly disappeared when he seemed to notice that his hair was down, and he snorted softly as he ran a hand over it, slicking it back and removing some of the blood that had gotten into it. Satisfied, he continued up the stairs unhindered, showing no signs of having just battling with the sheer speed and strength he had displayed.

Pausing in front of the door, he closed his eyes for a moment, as if contemplating something important. The warrior suddenly seemed much grimmer that before, and before continuing into the chamber beyond the door, he opened his eyes, and made a simple statement that seemed to foretell at that moment the hardships ahead.

"It begins..."

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Okay, part one of the prologue done and over with!! I have split it into two parts and purposely left out names for a reason. If you knew nothing of the game and watched the cutscenes starting with Vergil's, you wouldn't hear any names mentioned. Thus, I decided to try and utilize the challenge of writing it without names.

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