Okay, first of all: English is my second language, so if you find any mistakes, please tell me. Because sometimes, when I'm checking, my bugged brain automatically corrects some mistakes and I end up missing them.
Second… I don't know if there is anything else to say. lol. Well, I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Devil May Cry. OMG, REALLY?! Yeah, Really.

Chapter 1

A girl was in the bathtub enjoying the warm water and trying to remember if she still had anything to do on that day. She put her head underwater and closed her eyes. That was when the memory of a house engulfed in flames hit her and she felt the urge to emerge and catch her breath. Then somebody knocked on the door, causing her to jump.

"Get out of this bathroom already! I hope you're not sinning in there!"

"What?" The girl sighed and hit a palm against her forehead. "No! I'm… Mother, I'm just taking a bath!" She yelled back.

"A really long one! We have to go to church, hurry up!" Johanna was a 40-year-old very religious woman. She had long brown hair, green eyes, and always wore light colored clothes.

"I'm not going anywhere!" She rolled her eyes and took a deep breath and whispered to herself: "Jeez, just leave me alone…"

"You'll go to Hell if you don't go to the Lord's house to pray and ask for forgiveness!" She still didn't have anything to ask forgiveness for, but if that woman kept talking, she would definitely kill her.

"I'll send you a postcard when I get there!" Johanna took her crucifix pendant and held it in her right hand.

"You will end up just like your aunt!" And finally took off after yelling.

"At least Aunt Tara is happy…"

Phoebe was a very pale, taller than average and skinny 16-year-old girl. She had bluish green eyes and wavy dyed black shoulder-length hair with purple locks. She was the guitarist of her rock band. That would be enough reason to drive her mother crazy, however, there was also the fact that she'd always be at the principal's office for picking up a fight. Or for threatening anyone who called her 8 year-old-cousin a nerd. Even though he really was one.

When the girl finally finished her bath, she wrapped herself in a towel and walked towards her bedroom while combing her hair. She stopped midway when she heard some weird noises coming from the hallway closet. Phoebe arched an eyebrow and approached it, carefully knocking on the door.

"Oh, hi!" She rolled her eyes, recognizing her aunt's voice.

"What the Hell are you doing in there?"

"Uhm… Nothing? Just… looking for clothes." Tara was in her 30's, had long natural black hair always tied up in a messy bun. She and Phoebe had basically the same traits, except for the violet eyes and her incredible body. Seriously, every men would stare at her and crash the car or be hit by one. Usually she wore long dresses with a thigh-high slit.

"You're not doing some weird mojo or whatever-you-call-it in there, are you?" Sometimes, Tara would try some sort of black magic, and said some weird stuff while doing it. That was why Johanna hated her so much. She was her husband's sister with nowhere to live, though, so she had to deal with it.

"Okay, you got me! Now, shoosh!" That didn't fell right so she decided to play along.

"Jeez, okay. See ya later." Then she pretended to step away. A few seconds later, Phoebe heard a male voice mumbling something. "A-ha! You're having sex in there!" She was also some kind of nymphomaniac. Well, to sum it up: Tara wasn't exactly normal. "Oh my God! You're having sex! Some of my coats are in there! Ugh…"

"Oh God…"

"Did you just say that because of me or because of him!?"

"Phoebe, just go find something to do!" The woman was having a bad time trying to control her partner's mouth.

"No way! You have a bedroom, y'know!"

"Yeah, and if I'm there with a guy, you start complaining 'cause Billy's bedroom is right next to mine and blahblahblah!" The girl sighed and hit a palm against her forehead. Why did she have to bring all these men home?

"Okay, okay… I'll take Billy to the park."

"Oh, thank you! You're the best niece in the whole world!"

"Shut up." If that door was open, Tara would see her deadly glare.

Phoebe finally went to her bedroom, put a black tank top, a pair of black boots and a red plaid skinny pants on and knocked on her cousin's door.

"What is it, Aunt Johanna?"

"It's me, Billy!"

"Phoebe!" He cheerfully yelled as he opened the door and threw his arms around her waist. Billy, whose name was actually William, was a green-eyed blond boy. He had some freckles on his face and had to wear glasses.

"Hey, how about we go to the park?" He seemed a little disappointed.

"Now? I'm doing my homework…" And that was why he was called a nerd.

"Oh, c'mon, it'll be fun!" He waved his head clearly saying 'no'. The girl sighed.

"Okay… How about some ice cream?"

"Getting better…" Just like his mother.

"Then… What is your homework about?"

"Giraffes!"

"Then we can go to the zoo!"

"Yay! You're the best!" His eyes shined and he hugged her. She just laughed and hugged him back.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, there was a white haired 18-year-old boy enjoying his delicious pizza while listening to some rock music. He was trying to push away the thoughts about how it had been a few weeks since the Temen-ni-gru incident, the last time he saw his brother, until someone opened the door yelling like the zombie apocalypse had just started.

"Dante, I need you to do something for me!" Why did he nickname her Lady anyway? She would never be one.

"Hello, Lady. I'm fine, thanks for asking." He grabbed another bite of his pizza and kept staring at her.

"Haha." She crossed her arms and approached the half-breed very dangerously. "There's a pack of demons a client wants me to get rid of."

"Wow, you can't deal with a pack of demons? Losing your touch, babe?" He smirked, causing the girl to grab her pistol and aim it at his head. "Whoa, slow down!"

"I would deal with the pack, Dante. But there is a bigger and more powerful demon controlling them."

"Okay, now you have my attention. Where's the party?" He quickly put his red coat on and grabbed his weapons.

"I don't think the zoo is this way…" Billy was frightened. He had never been to that part of the city before and now he knew why: it was dark and it felt like they would be attacked at any moment. Phoebe looked cool, but on the inside she was extremely pissed off for being lost, even though she wouldn't admit it.

"I already told you we're taking a shortcut."

"We're lost." She crossed her arms and stared at him deadly.

"No. We're not." Then the girl felt something weird and widened her eyes. She couldn't describe it; it was like she had been hit on the head without feeling any kind of pain.

"… Are you okay?" Phoebe put her index finger on his mouth and looked around, trying to find anything suspicious. That feeling wouldn't go away even though they were alone on the street. Her heart was about to jump out of her chest.

"Run." She didn't mean to say that, the words just got out of her mouth.

"What?"

She finally saw it. It was like a huge shadow with big claws and red eyes, coming out from one of the alleys. There were other small shadows coming from behind it, making their way towards the cousins.

"RUN!" They turned around only to see more of those hideous creatures. Billy was already shivering.

"WE'RE GONNA DIE!" Screaming like that was one terrible idea. One of the creatures focused on him and started to move even faster. "OH MY GOD!" For the first time she was able to see what those things looked like. They were like melted puppets holding big and scary scythes. It finally hit her: they were demons.

"Dammit." Her hands were hot, almost burning. Phoebe had do control it, Billy would end up getting hurt if she didn't. However, if she couldn't find a way to get them out of there, they were both going to die. "Billy, stay behind me." He did what he was told to and she watched as her right hand looked like it was on fire. She stretched her arm quickly towards the closest demon and the fireball hit him a second later.

"H-how did you do that?!" The boy widened his eyes. "Amazing!"

The girl kept attacking them with fire, however, they were too many and the ones that managed to dodge were getting really close. Suddenly a demon jumped very high and was prepared to attack Billy on his way back to the ground. Phoebe didn't think twice: she hugged him, shielding the boy from the blow with her body. She screamed when she felt the skin of her back being ripped apart by the scythe. Fortunately, it wasn't that deep. That weird feeling hit her again, but this time it felt like something even more powerful was on its way.

"Get out of here." She whispered to her cousin before shooting a blast of fire against the creature that hurt her. "I'll keep'em busy… and you run." Phoebe was having a hard time trying to catch her breath and the fact that she could feel the blood running down her back wasn't helping.

"But—"

"GO!" He nodded and ran as fast as he could, he would never leave her alone, though, so he hid behind a dumpster a few meters away. Her vision was starting to get blurry so it was getting harder and harder to hit the demons. She could feel that powerful creature getting closer, but she didn't have the strength to run. A demon was able to reach and catch the girl, throwing her body against a wall with ease, making her hit her head. Everything went dark in a blink.

The rest of the infernal creatures were making their way to the girl quickly. Even if she was already dead, they would love to tear that pretty skin apart and enjoy the smell of blood. They stopped, however, when a spinning sword hit a few of them and came back to its owner.

"I gotta admit it, Lady. This looks like fun." The brunette beside him rolled her eyes and took her guns.

"Just take care of the big guy and I'll take care of the rest."

"Ha. I'll finish'im off and there'll be plenty of time for me to slay some of your lesser demons, Ma'Lady." Dante propped Rebellion on his shoulder and smiled.

"We'll see about that." She started shooting as soon as she finished the sentence.

In the end he was frustrated for finishing the big demon off in a couple of blows: another boring job brought to you by Lady, ladies and gentlemen. Also, he slayed way more demons than she did. The half-demon was about to make fun of the girl when she stopped to examine the floor.

"Was it… Recently burned?"

"What?" He laughed. "Don't try to change the subject… This wall over here is also burned." Dante whistled while looking at the damage. "Definitely not made by those demons."

"Oh God…" There was a girl lying on the ground. How could they have missed something like that? Dante still had no clue of what was going on until he saw her kneeling besides a body.

"Is that a…? Damn."

"No, wait!" Lady quickly took her pistol and aimed at the direction of the voice. She lowered it when she realized it was a little boy. "Please… Help my cousin!" He was about to cry.

"Look, kiddo—" At that exact moment the girl he thought was dead had a few seconds of consciousness and moaned in pain. "… She's a zombie." The blond boy frowned. "Lady, go call the ambulance."

"We have to take her to your shop first."

"What!? Why?"

"Because she's the one who made those burning marks." The devil huntress grabbed her hand and showed it to him. The skin wasn't burnt, even though there were embers on it.

"And things just got interesting again." He smiled.

When Phoebe finally regained consciousness her eyes opened slowly, but she had to blink a few times before the blurred vision would go completely away. Her head hurt like Hell, and to her surprise when she touched the wounded spot on her forehead it was bandaged. The girl looked at the ceiling and saw a fan spinning very slow. She had never seen that fan before. What the fuck was going on?

She looked down and realized she was lying on a couch and her torso was also bandaged. Well, if she had been kidnapped, at least they were nice. No, wait. What if she really had been kidnapped? She sat up and started looking around desperately. Now she remembered the demons' attack, and that Billy was there with her. Where could he be? Her hearts skipped a beat when she saw someone's back. It was a guy. A white-haired, shirtless guy scratching the back of his head and swearing because of a jukebox, apparently.

She instinctively grabbed a bottle that was lying on the floor and, fighting against the pain on her body, silently stood up. Phoebe carefully approached him and raised her right arm, ready to hit the back of his head. At the last second he grabbed her wrist and turned around to face his attacker with a smile on his face.

"A bottle? Seriously?"

With her other hand she reached the pockets of her pants only to find out they were empty. She frowned.

"Looking for this?" He showed her a small dagger.

"No." The next thing she did looked like she was blowing a kiss to him, what would make him feel flattered, really, if it wasn't for the fact that embers hit his eyes, blinding him for a few seconds. Phoebe tried to take the dagger back, however, the white-haired guy grabbed the girl's wrists, turned her around and held them behind her back. "Shit… Look, I don't know what you want. Just let me go."

"Nice, I'm stuck with another crazy girl. You're the one who attacked first!"

"I'm the one who woke up in a place I've never seen before! And where the fuck is Billy?" She could feel her hands burning again.

"The kiddo? He's fine, he's with my friend. Your name is Phoebe, right?" She just glared at him with the corner of her eyes. "That's what he told me." He shrugged. "Name's Dante, by the way."

"I don't give a fuck about your name. Just let me go!" Her hands caught on fire, causing him to apply more pressure on her wrists.

"Stop that!"

"Sometimes I can't control it! Especially when I've been kidnapped by some nutjob who thinks he lives in the 80s!" Now that pissed him off.

"We slayed the fucking demons that were going to kill you, brought you here and bandaged you." He released her wrists and walked towards his desk. "If you still think that we wanna harm you or that annoying kid, be my guest to leave. But before that, you're gonna tell me what the fuck you are." Dante sat on his chair and kept staring at her.

"W-What do you mean?"

He took a deep breath before starting.

"You're not a demon. That's for sure." The devil hunter leaned his forearms on the desk. "What are you then?"

"I-I don't know." Phoebe put one lock of her hair behind her ear as he frowned. "I swear. I don't know! For all I know, I'm human."

"Are you trying to tell me that a bald man in a wheelchair will come right through this door…" He pointed at it. "And ask you to let him talk about his school?" It was her turn to frown.

"… Really?" The girl put a hand on her forehead, she was getting dizzy again and had to sit down on the couch. Somehow she was still feeling the same thing of when she saw those demons.

"Phoebe!" Billy came running from the door and practically jumped on her. It was rather painful.

"Billy, it hurts!" She said almost breathless, he apologized and sat by her side. "Are you ok? Did you get hurt?"

"No, I'm fine!" Phoebe let out a sigh of relief. "She bought me chocolate!" He pointed at the girl who was standing at the door frame. She had short dark hair and a few scars on her body. But what really caught her attention were her eyes: one was green and the other was red. She finally crossed the room and stood in front of Dante.

"That's on you, by the way."

"What?!" He widened his eyes. "It was your idea!" She just shrugged and finally looked at the wounded girl.

"Phoebe, right?" She nodded. "You can call me Lady." Wait, what? Who the Hell would name their daughter 'Lady'? It was probably some joke.

"… Should I call him Tramp, then?" She asked slowly. They both frowned. "Wait, are you serious? 'Lady'?"

"Just. Call. Me. Like. That." She nodded again. "Anyway, I brought you a shirt. Yours is almost all ripped apart, I just put it back on so you wouldn't feel embarrassed." The huntress tossed her a black shirt.

"Thanks." Phoebe stood up and took her old shirt off, tossing it on the floor, causing Lady to widen her eyes and stare at her. "What?"

"Do you just take your clothes off like that?!"

"… I'm bandaged." Dante couldn't help but laugh.

"Y'know, if you weren't that skinny, I think I would like you." He winked while she frowned.

"Okay, let's get one thing straight: no, I don't starve, I actually eat a lot. My Aunt has a gorgeous body, and a look a lot like her. And I'm only sixteen, I still have hope, right?" He laughed louder and she felt like throwing that bottle from before on his head.

"Whatever you say…"

She sighed and finally dressed the shirt.

"So, let me see if I got this right. You're demon slayers—"

"Devil hunters." Lady corrected and she rolled her eyes.

"Ok, devil hunters, and you saved Billy and me from those things—"

"Actually, we only saw you after they were all dead." Dante corrected.

"Let me finish." She hissed. "And then you brought us here because you thought I was a demon too?"

"Yeah. But Dante told me you're not a demon, so what are you?"

"An X-men." The huntress crossed her arms and glared at him deadly. "Can't stand any jokes, can you?" He sighed and put his feet on the desk. "We don't know. But she's completely harmless, even with a bottle in hand."

"This is so awesome!" Billy squeaked all of a sudden with his eyes shining like stars. "It looks like a comic! You fight demons and protect the people!"

"Protect people…" Phoebe whispered to herself. Then, the flashback of the house in flames hit her head again, however, that time she could also hear screams. She ran to the bathroom and they heard when she threw up.

"She might have a concussion." Lady stated. "Ok, it's time to take you to the hospital."

"No, I'm fine. I'm… I'm going home." She walked in the room again. "Thanks for everything and…" She looked at Dante. "Sorry for the bottle… thing." He shrugged.

"You'd never hit me anyway."

"Billy, let's go." She walked out of the door. The devil huntress waited a few seconds before going after her.

"Wait." They turned around. "Look, I don't who or what you are, but if I ever find out that you hurt someone, I'm going to hunt you down. Is that clear?"

"Yes."

"Don't talk to her like that!" Billy crossed his arms and tried to look as scary as an 8-year-old could. Lady simply ignored.

"Good." She slowly went back to the shop.

Phoebe sighed heavily and stared at the shop's neon sign. 'Devil May Cry'. Why would a demon-hunting agency be called like that?