Author's Note: This is my first Teen Titans fic, so go easy on me. It will be a crossover between TT and Devil May Cry. If you've played it, ain't it an awesome game? If you've got a PS2 and haven't played it, then what are you waiting for, go get it! I came up with the idea of a crossover when I was watching some TT episode and wondering who my fave character Raven could be best paired with. I'm not a Rob/Rae fan… Robin definitely belongs to Starfire, and I'm not a big BB/Rae fan either. And then I suddenly thought of Dante from Devil May Cry and who better to go with Raven than an ass kicking half-demon like herself? (I quite like the idea of Red X/ Raven but there're just some things Dante can do that Red X can't… as you'll see soon…)

Dante will be based on his character in Devil May Cry 3, although I might still refer to some stuff in DMC 1 and 2. But there'll probably be some spoilers from the game, so be warned! For those of you who aren't very familiar with Dante, like I said, he's a half-demon who's a big show off and has a big ass sword called Rebellion and two handguns (with unlimited ammo, I must add…) called Ebony and Ivory. Maybe you should google him if you want to know more. The main highlight in the video game is his awesome moves when fighting so I'll obviously be taking a page out of that book when writing the battle scenes. If you are familiar with the game, I'll probably be using some lines from it as well.

This story is rated M for possible language and violence, plus pretty steamy sexual situations.

One last thing: I do not own Teen Titans or Capcom's Devil May Cry characters. So there.

CHAPTER ONE

A shaky sigh escaped her lips as she clung onto him, their sweaty skin sliding against each other in rhythm to his motions. He was quiet, safe for the occasional grunt every now and then. His hands touched her body in ways she could never imagine; she wanted to kiss him and moan her desires into his mouth, but as his lips pressed against her pale neck, she reached out to run her slender fingers in his silver hair—so soft and cool to the touch. Her other hand was tracing the slightly raised skin tissue of the scar across his back; diagonally from one of his shoulders—her mind was too occupied to wonder which one—almost to his hips.

"Who… who are you?" she whispered, in between her lustful groans. Her violet eyes were shut tight, but when she forced them open the only thing she could see before her was a dark figure with gleaming, platinum hair. She could feel his eyes on her, but she saw nothing.

"Does it matter?" His voice was low, almost monotonous like her own but it sent tingles down her spine, further escalating the growing sensation within her. His heated thrusts became more forceful, more yearning, making her tighten her grasp onto him. Her breaths came in pants and she uttered a single word in desire, "Yes…" Whether it was in response to his question or renewed motions, she didn't know herself.

"I'm just like you," he said. "Our blood… They're the same…"

"But—"

"Shhh…" he silenced her plea, grazing his lips along her collarbone, his movements gaining yet more speed. She couldn't help the strangled cry of raw pleasure escaping her throat; what had begun slow and gentle was quickly turning more and more passionate. "You like this, don't you?" he murmured somewhat arrogantly into her ear before capturing her lips in a fiery kiss. "I could go all night, you know…"

"Don't stop…please…" she breathed, biting her lips to keep from screaming out his name… His name? She knew his name?

"I'm not planning to…" he replied, his frantic movements gradually bringing her over the edge. When he suddenly stopped, she let out a gasp of surprise, opening her eyes to look at the dark, faceless person before her. His next words rang loud and clear in her head, "Just don't wake up."

With a sharp intake of breath, Raven bolted upright on her bed, her violet eyes wide and shaken. The sound of something crashing by her bed made her jump. A couple of books were on the floor, but they were far from the shelves she had neatly placed them on that afternoon. The lamp by the door was also lying on the ground, cracked and almost smashed, as if it had been dropped from a great height.

Her heart pumping painfully against her chest, she felt the familiar tingle on the back of her neck; the feeling she always had whenever she was using her powers—consciously or not. She gave a gasp when she saw one of her favourite sculptures being encased in black energy and floating in the air, wobbling about dangerously. Squeezing her eyes shut, she chanted softly to calm herself. She heard the soft thud of the sculpture landing gently on the floor and inwardly sighed in relief, but continued murmuring the 3 words she always used in meditation until she returned to her normal, calm self.

"Great," she muttered as her eyes rested on the broken lamp. What a way to start the morning… What time is it anyway? She turned to look at the clock by her bed. The red numbers seemed to glare at her—8.07AM. With an uncharacteristic groan, Raven dropped back onto her bed. She really didn't feel like getting up yet…

Quite suddenly, her mind reverted to the dream she had just had and she found herself flushing. Contrary to what the other titans might think, she wasn't exactly free of interesting dreams like that (most of them actually involved either Aqualad or Malchior…)—after all, she was still a teenager, half-demon or not. Although the thought sent pleasant tingles down her spine, she was also a little taken back at the intensity and passion of the hazy memory. She had never woken up to a mess in her room caused by her emotion-fuelled powers before. Most of the time she only unconsciously rearranged a couple of books on the shelves, or maybe even levitated while asleep… and most of the time she woke up in a surprisingly good mood, but this was definitely new.

"I'm just like you. Our blood… They're the same…" She could still hear his words echoing in her head. Raven had no idea who the stranger in her dream was, but the image of his gleaming hair hovered in her mind. He seemed so… cocky, yet intriguing at the same time… and the long scar across his back… had she imagined that?

A muffled crash made her open her closed eyes wearily. She heard someone yelling, then more crashes and yet more screaming. Growling under her breath, Raven buried her head under her pillow with the hope of drowning out the noises. Even after all these years, Beast Boy and Cyborg still wasted time arguing about breakfast. She didn't care whether they saw eye to eye or not, but she just wished they wouldn't make such a din… in the morning, especially…

"… tofu! I'm not… How many times… you little grass stain… considerate!"

"Dude! Can't you… don't eat meat!"

Sitting up, suddenly wide-awake, Raven muttered some profanities as she swung her slender legs over the edge of her bed, getting ready to clean up. Once she was done, she grabbed one of her cloaks from her wardrobe and pinned it up with her favourite brooch, using her powers to brush her hair at the same time. Her violet locks had grown over the last 3 years and she kept them just past her shoulders after some persistent convincing from Starfire. To tell the truth, she actually didn't mind having longer hair.

She swept the broken lamp up with a flick of her hand and dumped the remains in the dustbin. She was going to need another one of those—she liked that lamp—although she seriously didn't feel like going out at all. If Starfire knew she was headed for the mall…

"'Morning, Raven," a cheerful voice called out as she stepped out of her room. She turned to see the young leader of the Teen Titans walking down the hallway, probably from his bedroom. Robin had not changed much over the years. He kept his hair a little longer, but still spiked it up with 'that cheap hair gel' (as Cyborg liked to call it). At 19, he was taller and was beginning to develop a masculine figure. He wasn't exactly bad looking either, and although he had more fan girls than ever, Raven merely saw him as an older brother she could always turn to, much like Cyborg.

"Screaming spoilt your morning?" she inquired drily as he stifled a yawn. He grinned good-naturedly. "How could you have guessed?" He hesitated for a moment before asking his next question, "Um, have you seen Star?"

"No…" Raven turned away to hide a small involuntary smile. If it took him any longer to act on his true feelings towards the alien princess, it would just confirm her suspicions that he was absolutely hopeless in relationships. Even Beast Boy could see there was something between them, whether it was a casual greeting during the day or a concerned yell during battle. Personally, she couldn't think of two people who were better suited for each other.

They walked towards the kitchen and Raven inwardly sighed in relief as she heard the gentle voice of Starfire's attempting to calm both Beast Boy and Cyborg down, "Please, friends, do not act in this manner. It is too glorious a morning to spoil it with such meanness!" Robin could not help smiling at her words, but Cyborg merely snorted and poked at the sausage he was frying over the stove. A huge mess of white—probably tofu—was nearby and Beast Boy was surprisingly quiet as he chomped down on his eggs and vegetarian bacon somewhat angrily. He did not look up at the two Titans who had just walked in.

"Good morning, Robin, Raven!" chirped Starfire, brightening up immediately.

"Hey, Starfire." Robin grinned warmly. "Got anymore of those for me, Cyborg?" He gestured towards the frying pan but the death glare he received made him shrink back. "Uh, forget I asked. I'll just… have some cereal…"

"Would you prefer if I attempted to make the waffles?" Starfire inquired eagerly as Raven made some her usual herbal tea. The goth could almost hear Robin's silent grimace before he hurriedly said, "No, that's alright, Star. Thanks." As much as the Boy Wonder liked the alien girl, the thought of her cooking still freaked him out, or to be more precise, all of them knew better than to try any one of the Tamaranian dishes concocted by Starfire. Raven appreciated her helpfulness and eagerness to please but she just wished she didn't expect them all to tuck into batches of fungi or crushed roaches.

"So what should we do today, guys?" Robin broke the short silence, munching on some Cocoa Pops. Beast Boy was sitting with his back towards the others, still refusing to join in.

"Perhaps we could have a picnic in the park and partake in the throwing of malodorous socks," said Starfire. "Or maybe journey to the mall of shopping? I would very much like to explore the new toe-nail paint store!" She looked at Raven hopefully.

"Sorry, Star, but I really don't feel like going out…" Raven looked apologetic as she took a sip of her tea. It was true. As much as she'd like to get another lamp, she wanted to spend more time meditating today. Her powers had been getting a little out of hand recently—it was almost as if they were growing as she was. For a moment, she wondered whether she would also undergo the 'transformation' Starfire had a few years ago; after all, she wasn't exactly human, but the monks of Azarath had never said anything about it before…

"How about a little one on one in Mega Monkeys V, huh, Robin?" Cyborg nudge their leader, whose grin faltered when Beast Boy suddenly exploded, "Dude! That's MY game! There's no way you're touching it after what you did to my breakfast!"

"Oh yeah?" Cyborg challenged, standing up and glaring daggers at the green changeling. "Like to know what I do to little grass stains?"

That soon set off another heated argument about tofu, mechanical brains and ownership of Mega Monkeys V. Raven sighed. Why do they always have to be so childish? Starfire and Robin were trying to cool things down but the squabble ended up becoming louder and louder. Leaving her seat with her tea, Raven walked towards the door, her head already beginning to ache from the racket.

"I'm going to meditate," she called out but was drowned by the screams of frustration and anger from the two Titans who were starting to pummel each other. Rolling her eyes, she decided to head to the roof. Although her bedroom was on the other side of the Tower, she had no doubt that she would probably still be able to hear them there.

The morning breeze blew gently against her face as she teleported herself onto the roof. She took another sip of her tea, set it down in a safe place and uncharacteristically stretched her limbs in the morning sun, inhaling a deep, refreshing breath. Even though she was more than 5 floors above the kitchen, she could still hear Cyborg and Beast Boy yelling, but forced herself to push the faint sounds away from her mind. Sitting down, she crossed her legs and closed her eyes, the back of her neck tingling again as she levitated herself and cleared her head. She began to chant softly, "Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos… Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos…"

Some time later—she didn't know how long exactly—her lilac eyes opened and rested on the city overlooked by the Titan's Tower. She could see people lying about on the beach, cars moving around like tiny ants among the tall buildings, but for some reason, her gaze shifted to the eastern part of the city, towards the run-down stadium where they had battled Atlas a few years ago. Squinting slightly, her sharp eyes caught sight of a brief flash. It disappeared a second later only to appear again, and then it stopped once more. It was too far away to ascertain, but she could see a speck—possibly a person—moving about the barren field, and a group of other people surrounding it.

Shrugging, Raven closed her eyes and started to clear her mind again. It was probably just a bunch of kids playing tag.

What she didn't see, as she begun chanting, was the faint flicker of pink as a bright red light suddenly shot upwards to the sky—from the spot she had her eyes on just a few seconds ago.

Dante prided himself to be a man with a style of his own. Regardless, he still had no idea how some information from someone he didn't even know had managed to bring him from one end of the country to this strangely named place called Jump City. He had been pursuing—hunting, to be more precise—his brother, Vergil, for over a year now and although he would never admit it (it would seriously hurt his ego), he was desperate for any lead. The anonymous tip-off he had received one day was enough to send him scouring throughout his city, though he did not expect ending up in another town miles away.

Jump City, huh? His eyes warily scanned the metropolitan before him, taking note of the weird T-shaped structure on an island just off the coast. He raised an eyebrow as he studied it for a moment. Was it some sort of… monument? Maybe like the Statue of Liberty? He saw something move on the roof of the structure, and then it stopped. Was it a person?

The faint sound of laughter shifted his attention back to where he was and he caught sight of some children running around in a nearby park. He stepped back into the shadows, a strong hand gripping the sword on his back. It would be wise to stay hidden while he searched the city. He didn't know how friendly people here were to strangers running around with weapons.

A rumble in his stomach reminded him he had not had breakfast. Jumping down from his vantage point, he walked to the other end of the abandoned stadium he had sought shelter at the night before, his boots crunching on the dry grass. He was a distance away from the run-down entrance when his eyes suddenly widened. Spinning around just in time to catch the thin blade sailing through the air towards him, he reached for one of his handguns. The sharp metal of the blade cut into his gloved hand but he seemed unconcerned about the drops of blood on the ground. Instead, he grinned arrogantly at the crouching creatures appearing before him, grotesquely misshapen and clutching long handed scythes. They hissed menacingly, taking slow, stiff steps to him.

"So Vergil is here, huh?" Dante snickered. "Man am I glad I didn't waste my time after all. Well then…" He whipped out Ebony, twirling it skilfully before cocking it towards his targets. "Let's get this party started!" Quick as lightning, he hurled the blade with inhuman precision and leapt into the air. Just as the blade struck the head of one of the demons, he reached for his other handgun, Ivory, and fired mercilessly. The rain of bullets descended upon the creatures, but some of them managed to jump back and avoid them.

Fire surging through his veins and setting off his adrenaline, Dante replaced his handguns with his broadsword and heaved the heavy blade down, crushing the writhing demon below him. He always loved the feel of battle; the feel of his powers—his father's powers—rushing through his body. He took another strong swing of his sword around his head, the surface of the blade reflecting the rays from the sun and chopping off the limbs of the other creatures surrounding him. The lifeless fiends were disintegrating into sand but more and more were reappearing.

"Looks like this is gonna be one helluva party." He smirked, resting his weapon on his shoulder and scanning the menacing horde of creatures around him. Without another word, he charged forward with a deadly thrust of his sword, impaling a few demons before pulling out, taking another leap and slamming down to split open a couple of heads. Blood sprayed over his red overcoat, making it seem even darker. He held his sword, Rebellion, to his face and whispered somewhat fondly to it, "Go have some fun, baby." With a mighty cry, he sent it spinning like a boomerang towards the rest of the creatures and took out Ebony and Ivory again, blasting away at either side. He could hear the sounds of metal slashing flesh, the whipping of the sword against the wind and the howls of anguish. When he held out his hand with a silent command, Rebellion instantly spun back to him and he caught it effortlessly.

A quick look around the field showed there were only a few demons left. He wasted no time in finishing them off and triumphantly watched their disintegrating bodies, panting slightly from the workout. The sudden silence hanging in the air seemed heavy with tension. He paused for a moment and listened intently for any panicked shouts or screams. Apparently no one appeared to have heard him at all. Then again, most of the buildings surrounding the run-down stadium were abandoned as well.

A sudden flash in the sky caught his eyes. Spontaneously, he looked upwards and saw the clouds directly above the field beginning to darken and swirl. Although the sun was shining brightly, he heard the sound of thunder cracking. The swirling clouds moved faster, almost as if they were forming a portal of some sort. The ground beneath his feet started to flicker and he instinctively jumped back, then leapt onto the stands nearby just in time to see a bright beam of red light shoot to the clouds in the sky, tracing a large circle on the field before him. He could see the ghoulish forms floating within the light, hissing and cackling madly.

A portal gradually appeared within the beam of light and scythe-wielding creatures began to crawl out, snarling hungrily as they looked around their new surroundings. The beam grew a brighter red, beginning to pulse. On the stands, Dante silently watched the hordes of demons appearing below. His hand was on the hilt of Rebellion, but he made no move to fight. That would have been futile. He knew he wouldn't stand a chance against that many of them; not while the portal to the Underworld was that nearby.

"And so it begins…" he muttered, narrowing his eyes as more and more creatures jumped out of the light. "Just what the hell are you planning, Vergil?"

He didn't notice the ruby pendant at his neck flickering slightly, almost as if it was pulsing along with the portal before him.

"Um… Robin…" Starfire called as she stared out the window from the living room. Beast Boy and Cyborg were still going at it, even half an hour after breakfast. Robin was listening to the radio, cranking it up a bit to drown the shouting. He had awoken in good spirit but the argument since breakfast was beginning to get to him and his mood was starting to darken. Suppressing a sigh, he glanced at the Tamaranian girl wearily. "Yes, Star?"

"Why is there light coming from the sky?"

"It's the sun, Star… Don't you know that already?"

"No… Why is there red light coming from the sky?"

What is she talking about? Robin got off from his seat and approached the girl. "What do you mean, Star? What red li—" He froze halfway through, his eyes widening behind his mask. He thought Starfire had probably been mixing things up again, but he definitely did not expect to see what he was seeing at all. Somewhere on the eastern side of the city was a bright column of crimson energy, flowing upwards to the sky. He could see the flashes of lightning in the clouds just above and when he squinted hard enough, he could also make out something hovering slowly, encircling the red column.

"What the hell is that?"

Author's Note: I hope that went well. Please do review…. :)