A/N: I do not own Devil May Cry in any way.

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-SugarLandBabyGirl

Prologue:

Dark Night

It was a dark and strangely cold night in the middle of summer. The night sky was void of any stars or even the full round moon. Almost ten minutes ago, a sharp and hauntingly cold wind brought the city into darkness with its dense, black clouds. The city lights shined with bright neon colors, which attracted many costumers to their doors, but it was thirty minutes after midnight, so only a few dance club's, bars and strip club's were open.

Dark and eerie nights, like so, could mean only one thing: evil was about. The phrase "things go bump in the night" rings true, on such a night. The dark, nocturnal city streets were a perfect playground for demons, which could put up a very good game of hide-and-seek, amidst the darkness, making it difficult to find them unless they didn't perceive one as a threat, but then one would quickly become their victim. Most people don't care to pay attention to the night sky, but one person paid more attention to the sky than anyone else, because it sky told them of what the night would bring. Like now, the sky and wind told them of the evil that was stalking around the alleyways, searching for a new unsuspecting victim.

Sharp, pale, cerulean eyes watched the nearly deserted street below with an almost predatory intensity. The only living soul on the street was a scantily clad, brunette prostitute who worked the same street every night, only seducing the rich men or women who passed. Unknowingly to the prostitute, just above her, hidden in the shadows of the tower and the tall gargoyle statues, pale blue eyes watched her every move. The person's features were hidden by the ankle length, black hooded trench coat, which blended in well with the dark painted statues and tower making the person well camouflaged and unnoticeable.

The cloaked person had been there since the darkness had fallen, four hours ago. They had been waiting, just waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike their unsuspecting victim: the prostitute below, who was currently trying to seduce an older man of about fifty. The man had dark onyx colored hair, which was starting to salt and pepper. Just by his attire alone anyone within five miles could tell that he was loaded in dough and lived a very posh life. The cloaked hunter's nose wrinkled and a scowl formed on their lips as they caught a whiff of the man's cologne, which smelled absolutely terrible assaulted the cloaked person's sensitive senses.

'Stupid, horny old man,' The veiled presence thought to itself with a disgusted sneer, as the prostitute seductively pulled the man into an alleyway. Letting a silent bored sigh escape through soft lips, the cloaked individual slowly reached underneath its cloak and pulled out two silver and black Browning 9milimeter Hi-power's and silently walked from the shadows, over to the tower's edge and peered down into the alleyway. Only to see the old man sucking the prostitute's face and lips off, in what he called a "kiss". Silently the veiled presence watched, waiting for the right moment to strike.

Finally it came, after both of the individuals in the alleyway were nude and the man was screwing the prostitute into the wall. The prostitute, playing her part was moaning like an unholy demon as the man moved inside of her. 'Come on, I don't have all night! Just hurry up and jerk off already!' The cloaked individual yelled mentally at the couple below, who seemed to take forever to reach their orgasm. With both moaning like an old mummy that just came back to life, the prostitute made her move and suddenly the beautiful woman's face and body changed into a being with dark skin, long black hair, sharp razor-like claws that had to be about five inches long, glowing evil yellow eyes and three inch long ivory fangs. She was a demon.

The man realizing that he had just been screwing a demon jumped back and started to scream like a woman who was in labor which made the female demon smirk and laugh evilly at the man's fear. Within the blink of an eye she had the man shoved against the wall, his feet dangling about seven foot off of the dirty ground. As he gasped desperately for air, as the demon tightened her grip around his esophagus.

'Time to finish this.' The cloaked person smirked, before freefalling off of the tower's ledge and remarkably landed safety in a slight crouch with knees bent stance right behind the naked demon and her victim. The two silver guns had already been cocked, so to get the demon's attention, the cloaked person whistled with a sharp tone, successfully getting the demons attention away from the scared and nude man.

"You!" The demon hissed out fearfully as she saw who was standing behind her and angrily at being disturbed while she was trying to feed. The hooded individual only smirked, while cockily twirling both of the silver guns around expertly and in a bored tone stated, "I missed you last week." The demon hissed in pure fury and yelled, "No you didn't! You bastard! It took me a week to fully heal because of you!"

"Oh, what a pity. Then I guess that I should finish the job and put you out of your misery tonight, huh?" The cloaked person airily mocked the livid demon, which in her anger had dropped the man and forgotten about his presence entirely. "Ha! Do you think that you can, Night Hunter? I've fed and become more powerful while you searched for me!" The demon boasted with a mocking laugh.

"Oh, I wasn't searching for you. I've known where you've been since the night you escaped. I've just been toying with you." The cloaked person, now know as Night Hunter truthfully told the prideful demon. "What!" She shrieked angrily. In her rage and embarrassment, she forgot all common since and foolishly attacked the Night Hunter head on. The Night Hunter only smirked, raised the two pistols and squeezed the triggers. Two silver bullets left the muzzle of the gun and sped like lightning towards the lunging demon and quickly imbedded themselves into her heart and head.

The Night Hunter watched without a trace of emotion as the demon's body fell to the ground and slowly crumbled into ashes. Just seconds later they were swept away by the wind. "Productive night," The hooded hunter muttered as their sharp, pale blue eyes watched the dense clouds float away, allowing the full moon to shine with its full radiance in the alleyway.

Pale blue eyes moved from the full moon to where the nude man was, only to see that he was unconscious from the demons choking. Letting a bored and disgusted sigh out, the hunter slowly holstered the two guns and reluctantly waked over to the unconscious man and looked him over for any serious injuries. After only finding an a severely bruised upper trachea and a few scratches, the Night Hunter noiselessly walked out of the alley and disappeared from sight into the shadows of the night.