Chapter 1: Homeless?
So, my mom kicked me out of my house at 10:30pm for forgetting to take the rubbish out and clean my room, I still don't know why she freaked out so much and made me pack my bags and leave. It's just my luck that my friend's parent's all said it was too late for me to stay at theirs. Some people are just inconsiderate; I could get mugged, or even killed by some demon in this city! Have they all forgotten about the giant tower erupting from the ground that was crawling with demons until someone went in there and somehow killed them all. There's also the multiple demon related deaths and the recent incident at the hotel in the centre of the city that had the city in panic when demons swarmed the place and suddenly vanished after some unknown hero saved us all? Even my mother doesn't care that a demon could kill me. I walked for ages and couldn't find anywhere secluded enough to sleep, I then saw a red light emanating from a street corner, curious I turned the corner to see what the light was coming from and saw a rundown looking building with a big crimson coloured neon sign that read "Devil May Cry", the lights were still on and it looked like someone was in. I decided I could at least try to ask for help. I walked up to the door and knocked. I heard mumbled groans and a yawn, then silence for a few seconds before someone muttered sleepily "It's a little late for a business call, come back tomorrow." I opened the door and saw a silver-haired man dressed in red, leaning back on a chair, legs up on the desk with a magazine over his face and a pizza box open next to his hands. I closed the door behind me and was about to talk when he heard the door shut. He suddenly shot up "Hey! Didn't you hear me, it's too late for a business ca… you're not here for business are you?" he said as he realized I was just a kid. I shook my head timidly and stepped back until my back was pressed against the door. He sighed "Hey look kid, I'm sorry I thought you were a client. What are you doing here though it's almost 11:30 and you shouldn't be out this late in this city, don't you know about all the demons!" I nodded and weakly said "I uh… got kicked out of my house and was wondering if you could help me somehow, maybe direct me to a youth hostel or something." The silver-haired man looked at me and sardonically smirked "You got kicked out huh? You must be a bad kid then, why would I help a bad kid? You'll just be a problem right?" he said in a mocking way. I thought I'd come to the wrong place for help this guy seemed to be a cynical jackass. I just looked back at him "My mom kicked me out because I forgot to clean my room and take the rubbish out; she screamed at me, saying I always forget stuff and never help around the house. She thinks I'm a pain and that she wishes I'd disappear. Apparently I was supposed to be aborted and I was a drunken mistake anyway. Now I'm homeless and I just wanted help, sorry I woke you, I'll go somewhere else now." I said honestly and turned to leave. I opened the door when the man sighed. "Kid….wait, if you what you said is true then your mom is in the wrong, she sounds like an unfit parent and I'm sorry I said those things to you just now, I guess I'm a little, well maybe a lot cranky when I'm tired. Look you can stay here for a while; it wouldn't be the first time I've had to deal with looking after a kid. I'm not too good at it, but it's better than you being out on the streets or living in a horrible hostel or something, I mean this place isn't exactly 5 stars but it'll do right?" the man said smiling at me, only it was an honest smile this time. I smiled back, I was so happy I ran up and hugged him, and I still don't know why, I guess I was so overjoyed "THANK YOU!" I said, he laughed "Whoa! Calm down there kiddo, I'm only doing the right thing." I let go and looked down again "Sorry, I'm just so thankful." I said embarrassed. He chuckled and I looked up to see ice blue eyes gazing back at me "You're still staying on the couch, don't be too thankful." I just smiled "That's fine." I replied. The silver-haired man returned to his position behind his desk. I looked around the room, there was a pool table, a guitar and drum set, a juke box, and a wide array of strange weapons, mainly swords and guns lying around the room. I then noticed a few demonic looking puppets nailed to the walls too. I thought it looked weird but kind of cool. "Oh, feel free to help yourself to some pizza." He said whilst gesturing to the pizza box. I looked over, it looked huge and most of it was gone already, did he really eat that much himself? "It's ok I'm not hungry, thanks anyway Mr. Uhm…" I said realizing we didn't know each other's names yet. "I'm Dante Sparda, but you can call me Dante, I don't like the word mister at the front of my surname anyway, make me feels like I'm an old man. And you?" The man I now knew as Dante asked me "I'm Joe, you can call me Joey if you want." I said, Dante looked over at me and after a while had a look on his face as if he was pondering life's greatest questions. I just ignored it for a while until it became uncomfortable "You look confused." I said to him, Dante just stared back for a bit before saying "I'm wondering how old you are." I almost laughed at the fact he looked so confused over my age, "I'm 14." I answered. Dante widened his eyes, "Wow! You look younger." He said with genuine surprise in his voice, "Uhm…thanks I guess." I replied. That was the end of our conversation for the night, nothing more was said, I looked around his office and soon enough I got bored and at some point I drifted off to sleep.