Well hello again, Devil May Cry fans! DSH here, back with a re-write to Devils and Dragons! Then a sequel! Currently returning in June 2017, I'm doing some very quick updates and sorting grammar etc as I go, then maybe next week I'll sort everything completely
I DO NOT own Devil May Cry or any of the characters, unfortunately.
I do, however, own my OC Blaise, her 'Voice' and the plot. Mine, mine, all mine!
^^blahblahblah^^ - the 'Voice'
**blah blah blah** - Blaise's internal thoughts.
Chapter 1 - Why, hello there.
I glared hatefully at the creature below me in the street, holding the body tightly as you would a lover, as sounds of meat tearing filled the quiet night. Of course, it was no human; its less-than-subtle clues proved that even if it did take the form of one, hiding behind the guise of something that it's prey would not flee from - an innocent young girl with long blond plaits and blue eyes like saucers, glimmering with unshed tears. And what an effective disguise it was as the prey approached, intent on helping the small child, until she revealed a mouth full of shark-like teeth and tore their throat out, sucking hungrily at the wound. However, I had to relate, they were not the only creatures to hide their true nature in an effort to fit in, even if it was for entirely different reasons.
My claws gripped the side of the building cautiously, the tips of the curved weapons hanging in every crevice of the cement between the bricks, balancing my weight as equally as I could, trying desperately not to pull any bricks out of place. I couldn't chance this demon escaping again; too much blood had been spilt so far and I had been hunting him for weeks, tracking him across the whole of Capulet city, following the trail of blood and bodies that are strewn throughout. It had been a long, long time since I had such a hunt and one that went as successfully as this was rare. My nostrils flared as the light breeze blew the coppery-sweet scent of demonic blood, my delicate senses attuned to my victim. Damn it, I growled quietly as my long tail swung in the air, the large arrowhead shaped spike on the end grazed the wall, sending a puff of red brick dust into the air, which fell lightly to the ground.
^^Be more careful then, idiot^^
Whenever I needed the strange Voice in my head, it was never there, but the moment I made a simple error, it was back with it's mocking and jeering, intruding on my most private thoughts and feelings and bringing them to light, furthering the embarrassment I felt. Three millennia had still not schooled me in the ways of blocking it out or at least ignoring it. It was very aggravating, with its unisex voice droning uninteresting through my mind at awkward moments... Like when I was trying to hunt.
^^I heard that!^^ An indignant Voice cried.
The demon shifted in the alley below me, leaving its meal to stand up - albeit shakily - then staggered like it was drunk before dropping to its knees and spewing up thick crimson liquid. I had to look away when larger chunks began to come up as well, hitting the ground with wet slaps. It took me a few minutes before I noticed the blade protruding from the demon's chest, cursing at never having seen the danger before me. However, the danger was not a demon - the scent wasn't right for that - but a human. A human! Ha! It - he, definitely he - sauntered out from the shadows directly underneath me and I winced at the mental beating I received for being so distracted.
Silvery-white hair gleamed chin length in the harsh streetlight and cyan eyes shone out against a pale complexion, lighting up his entire face. Even I, the three-thousand-year-old dragon, with a lifetime of experience, had to admit he was handsome with his square jaw, broad shoulders and lithe muscles that ripple and flexed under a ruby coloured trench coat. I was amazed they could find enough leather to fit that six-foot-and-change body. Just... Wow. Although, I doubt that the demon's point of view was quite so pleasant as I watched it splutter one last time then collapse, dead. The countdown before it disintegrated began, the only way to stop it turning to dust quite so soon was a chemical in my saliva which halted the process, allowing me to eat my fill before the body disappeared.
^^He took our kill!^^ the Voice snarled, beating at the cages of my head as I watched the man tilt back his silver head to glance upwards to where I clung. It should have been impossible to see me, with camouflage on my scales, coupled with the shadows shrouding me - but he did it. He looked directly into my colour-shifting eyes and beckoned me down with a taunting wag of a finger.
"You can come down now, demon," He hissed mockingly.
Demon! Ha! I was far from one of those revolting cannibalistic creatures that haunted nightmares. I would never be so foul or dumb as those beasts! How disgraceful that a dragon such as I could be confused with a demon. Dropping softly to the ground, I felt more than seen my paws spread under my weight in a valiant effort to silence any noise. The body of the demon fell heavily to the ground as the human freed his sword - a very familiar looking blade, though I couldn't fathom why - squelching as it parted the flesh around it, covered in delicious crimson demon blood. I found myself staring at the pointed tip, licking my scaled lips as droplets of blood hung precariously from the sharp weapon.
Booted feet took a few long strides towards me, and away from my mouth-watering meal, clearing the way for me to slide around him if I hugged close to the wall. Even better if I could get past him without any injury at all, then maybe I could eat in peace without extra scars to mar my body. Prowling closer, I watched him warily, noting how his solid muscles bunched in preparation for a fight; the closer I came to the meat, however, the more I forgot about the man pointing a sword at me. Before I lost all thought and simply charged for the food, I crouched down submissively, making as small a target of myself as I possibly could, hungry whimpers trickling from my throat. Then I remembered that I was not a submissive creature by nature, but one who exuded power and dominance, so, straightening up, I glared into those bright blue eyes with a silent threat.
It took me a few minutes, but eventually, I managed to creep round him in the confined space of the alley - inching ever-so-slowly between his tall figure and the wall, his eyes widening as I came under the dim street lighting. Obviously, he had never seen one of my kind before, but I didn't care for anything but my meal, so he went ignored. Ducking my head, I tore a chunk from the fleshy arm, using a paw to hold the appendage whilst rivulets of blood pooled from the pricks of my pointed claws. The meat was cooling as it poured down my throat, but it was fresh and I rumbled my pleasure before taking another bite.
"Oh, so... You eat that?" He asked and I started - momentarily surprised - before grunting my approval. His voice had a nice sound to it, not too deep and not too high-pitched, every word had an edge of amusement. Blood sprayed into my eyes as I listened, misjudging a strike and cutting through an artery; my long tongue snaking out to clean the mess. Ah, the wonders of the reptilian species.
Stomach filled, I began the routine task of cleaning my claws - the usual process after I had eaten - black, slimy tongue curling around the points and scrubbing the drying blood off of them. He was staring at me, ogling like I was some kind of zoo exhibit, glazed eyes casting around the indistinguishable chunks of muscle and bone laying through the alley, some beginning to flake away to dust. I growled sharply as the gaze came back to me.
"Well," He began, shrugging with a smirk on his face - the sword re-sheathed, "You're certainly no pet lizard," This was followed by a low chuckle and I rolled my eyes, giving a low chuff of laughter and stretching my wings out as far as the tiny street would allow, which was not very much. No way I'd be able to simply fly out of here and I frowned briefly. I tilted my head then looked to the sky, subtly telling my unwanted company that I had to go. He smiled, saluting at me then took off running, turning the corner out to the main road, out of sight. What a strange human, I thought, before turning to make my own way out of the alley, scrambling up the side of the flats next to me.
I glided carefully into the window of my apartment, dark scales shining from the steadily pounding rain that had begun on my journey over. I was just lucky that being a dragon of my size - maybe six foot tall at the highest point of my shoulders, I had the adequate muscle to power my wings through the shower and gusty wind. As I flew through the wide window (Which I had taken to leaving open) I felt the shimmer of release as my body morphed back into my human disguise, forcing me to save my crash with two skinny arms, landing on my hands and feet in a graceful crouch. My wings reformed themselves into a cloak, as black as the night sky, with a hood that covered the upper half of my face and eyes, then becoming somewhat of a cape, floating behind me. I pulled on a silk robe over the cape, the material clung to my narrow shoulders and kept my body simmering at the high temperature that most humans would find uncomfortable. Throwing myself nimbly onto the couch, I picked up the newspaper that I had bought earlier, opening it at the page I was at then flicking the television on for some comforting background noise, not hearing the chatter of a man who claimed to have slept with his wife's sister. Unemployment TV, how wonderful, I thought dryly, returning to the paper. As I flicked through the pages of advertisements, something caught my eyes, a tiny boxed advert with bright writing.
Devil May Cry, for unusual exterminations.
I gave a short laugh, I knew exactly what they meant by unusual, having heard about them from some other demons in my previous abode, but I had never heard anything of the ones who worked there. I idly wondered if they were something to do with the increase in demon activity. Maybe they were getting lazy.
^^Maybe they'll have a job for you, you lazy bitch^^ The Voice jested coolly, and I could almost feel the eyes rolling in their sockets. ^^Maybe that sexy man in the alley has something to do with it^^ It sounded like it knew something I didn't and I growled, but the sound was raspy and pathetic through my human throat, unsuited for the dangerous noises of a dragon. I loathed it. He? She? That feeling of having something else in your head, but at the same time, I was never alone. Maybe it was right, maybe this demon-hunting agency had hired the red-coated man and had him in their employ. Maybe, for once, I would listen to the Voice I hated so much.
^^Hah! You love me, don't kid yourself, fang face^^
** I persevere** I grumbled back ** Doesn't mean I like you**
It had nothing to say to that.
A longer chapter than the original. Hope you enjoyed it :)
