Devil May Cry: Angelic Vices
By: Seracen
Disclaimer: None of the characters or ideas from DMC belong to me, though this story does.
Author's Note: Takes place after DMC 2, no I won't be ignoring that game, even though so many people were disappointed by it. I had my problems with it, but I figure not all of Dante's exploits are equally interesting, so I figure it's fair game to include in a story timeline. Obviously the stuff from the Prequel, DMC 3, are here as well, plot wise. Also, I changed the name of the agency to "Devils Never Cry," mainly because I think it flows a bit easier than what was said in the end of DMC 1 (come on people, I just added an "s").
NOTE OF WARNING!!! This is, as of now, a one shot short story mainly written for the SEX, which will be as tasteful as I can make it. However, I can't bring myself to write pointless SMUT with no context, thus the pretense to a larger story thread. If I feel particularly inspired to write more, I might. However, that would require thinking of a baddie tough enough to really hurt Dante, and last time I checked, Swan Man from DMC 2 didn't cut it. DMC 3 being a prequel, doesn't really help me. Vergil rocked as a baddie, and of course, it's also hard to out do the Prince of Evil, even if he is called "Mundus" instead of "Lucifer"...hmmm...that gives me ideas...maybe.
One More Note: I have received complaints and compliments on my vocabulary. Apparently, I am familiar with a lot of terms that aren't commonly used. As such, in chapters I deem necessary, I will list a short glossary of terms which might be stranger than normal. I will try to place these just after the chapter titles and disclaimers.
Devil May Cry: Angelic Vices - Chapter 1
By: Seracen
Disclaimer: I don't own it, but I do own the story, so law suits can sod off...
Uncommon Terms: "derriere" butt, ass, booty...shame on you if you didn't know
"bodice" cross between a vest and a strapless shirt, like Trish wears in DMC1, usually it functions like a bra, but in some cases, it replaces shirts
The lone figure walking through the street carried himself with a haggard gait. The sun was setting over the cracked city streets, the wind blowing old newspapers to and fro. Once bright street lamps now flickered, as if afraid to illuminate the darkness. The reddish cast of the sky gave the city a slightly hellish glow.
The tall figure continued his weary walk, his dark red overcoat falling heavily about his body, dripping with blood, some of it his own. Dante sighed, brushing a few errant strands of silver hair from his eyes. He felt moisture on his finger tips as he outstretched them, catching raindrops in his palm.
Dante looked upwards to the sky, gray clouds now pouring a steady shower of water on him, doing little to dissipate the red of the sky, though it did wash away the blood on his clothes. He closed his eyes and sighed, letting the drops patter on his face, cooling and caressing his skin. He made his way to the old red brick office building, standing tall against the relative disrepair of the surroundings. His eyes remained closed, Dante walking by his memory alone of the street under his boots.
He slowly drew against the door to his agency, a bright red neon sign labeling it "Devils Never Cry." He chuckled slightly under his breath, stretching and throwing back his head, shoulders straight, as he turned the antique brass handle and entered.
The room inside was dimly lit by a few lamps and a roaring fireplace to the side. He walked into the room, exuding energy and confidence, coming to a halt in front of his desk. He concentrated, eyes closed, face taut, grimacing for a few moments. Dante flexed his wrists and fingers, as gauntlets, viciously spiked and gothic, appeared around his hands. He calmly took them off, the slightly fiery aura growing dark, leaving cold black gloves resting on the table. He now drew a sword from a holster about his back, also removing the pendant around his neck and wrapping it over the hilt of the blade. He placed the weapon down as well, the electric aura of the sword also grew silent, leaving the blue metal cooling against the varnished mahogany table.
Dante turned, grinning slightly as he saw the three women seated at the large square table in the corner of the office room. A ceiling lamp dropped a curtain of light about them. Each of the women was holding a set of cards in their hands, poker chips lying flat on the table, beer bottles lying untouched.
"A whole hour?" asked a women with beautiful bronze skin, her spiky red hair cropped short, with eyes to match. She was straddling her chair, her back to him, but turned as she spoke, placing her cards on the table.
Dante laughed under his breath to the woman, her black leather pants caressing tightly the flesh of her shapely derriere. He forced himself to focus on the purple dressy vest, lest he grow distracted, then realized she wasn't wearing a shirt underneath it, her heaving breasts pushing against the low cut neckline as a result.
"I know Lucia," he said in a steady voice, forcing himself not to quip, "any longer and you'd have sent a search party right?"
The blond woman across the table from Lucia was facing him, two tresses falling on either side of her slightly pale face. She removed her black shades, revealing vivid blue eyes beneath. She heaved a sigh, her black leather bodice top stretching and creaking slightly as she did.
Trish tipped her head to the side, "you did take longer than your usual time to get back."
Dante laughed openly this time, "well let's just say a had more fun than usual."
The woman with short black hair, opposite Trish, added two more chips to the stack in the middle of the table. She glanced up to face Dante, gazing at him with both her eyes, one red and one blue. Her white shirt was unbuttoned at the top, revealing slightly the black brassier beneath.
"No more than you could handle I hope," said the woman, known simply as Lady.
Dante shook his head, drawing back and spreading his hands in a mocking gesture.
He called Lady by her given name, "come on Mary, no faith? If so, I can prove it to you here and now."
Mary laughed, "of course not, I just didn't want you to be wasting your time."
Dante shrugged, turning away, wincing slightly in pain, "haven't had a real party in ages, how's your new case coming along, any luck?"
Lady replaced two cards in her hand from the deck, shaking her head, "not as of yet. Lucia and I went out hunting on the east side of town yesterday...no dice."
"Hmph, I haven't been down that way in a while, you set up shop there yet?"
Mary nodded, "uh-huh, nothing serious though, all the best fun happens when you're around, after all."
Dante laughed, turning to her now, "well, it's always show time around here, feel free to stick around."
With that, Dante opened the door in the back, moving into his bedroom.
Trish furrowed her eyebrows, glancing sideways at the two women seated at the table with her, "was something wrong with him?"
Lucia shook her head, looking at the weapons on Dante's work desk, then narrowed her eyes as she saw something. She rose from her seat, looking now to the door.
"Girls, there's blood on the doorknob..."
Dante groaned as he removed his red leather overcoat, leaving just his matching pants. He ripped off the tattered remains of his vest and shirt, throwing them in a corner. As he walked along the side of the dark room to his bathroom, he removed his pants as well, stepping into the shower.
The steaming hot water stung his flesh, as it raked along the long claw marks on his back. He raised his left arm, stretching his toned abdomen as he pulled several small talons from his side. Dante grunted dispassionately, throwing the bloody things into a waste bucket under the sink, as he continued to cleanse his body of blood.
He shook his head...Dante had been careless on this last demon hunt. He'd needed some time to sort things out, and wanted to take on a few demons on his own this time. But, for once, this time had been different. This time had been...fun, almost exciting. However, he'd seen something disturbingly familiar.
The last one had been sheathed in darkness, a black shadow so deep, even Dante's eyes couldn't make out the figure beneath. It's movements had been sharp, quick...it reminded him of the Doppelganger he'd fought so long ago...a shadow copy of Dante himself, that he'd had to fight when his twin brother Vergil had vied for control of this world...fought and lost, falling to Dante's own hand no less...his own twin brother.
As always when he thought of his brother, Dante felt a mix of thoughts run through him. He closed his eyes, feeling each of the steaming droplets of water searing his flesh clean, as he reminisced...lost in thought. Dante shook his head, not allowing himself too long of a lapse. That single demon had escaped, its rush covered by a second wave of enemies. The black devils had seemed crazed to the point of frenzy. The darkly cloaked figures, skeletal faces and bodies covered with tattered shrouds, had thrown themselves at him, as if welcoming death.
He shook his head again. He had been careless, but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle. Besides, he didn't need his partners beginning to worry, and he really didn't need them looking over his shoulder. Tomorrow, he'd start again on the trail of the dark demon...perhaps it would relate to Lady's case in some way.
Back in the office room, Lucia bit her lower lip as she eyed the bloody hand print on the door.
Lady rose to her feet now, "his?"
Lucia shook her head, "don't know, one way to be sure."
She walked to the table, sniffing the dried blood caked on the inside of the gauntlets, putting her lips to it, then nodding, "it seems so."
Trish stood now, "I don't like this, what could hurt him badly enough that-"
She was interrupted by the sound of a large explosion outside. The windows shook and rattled, but they held. The reverberations shook the office building to its foundations.
"Looks like we'll find out," muttered Lady under her breath.
"Oh great," cursed Lucia.
Author's Note: Yes...I know, it's supposed to be smut. I'm getting to it alright? I want to write at least one action scene of a different sort before I get to it. No, I don't plan for this to really go anywhere, I'm just testing the waters to see what happens over the course of a few chapters.
