Hey hey everyone! I'm trying to see if this story will work. I first got the idea and wanted to make it into a yaoi one-shot but then quit it. Then, I saw someone's artwork that inspired me to actually have a real storyline. So I hope you enjoy this!!

Ch. 1 Warning

"You know, I've always ignored you for the longest time. You always came like a blink of an eye." Dante stared at the dark church door, only to see a dark outline of a figure. It didn't seem to have horns or a giant sword but the aura was strong…and surprisingly sad. "And honestly, you baffle me. I can't tell if you're human or demon."

"I'm neither," the voice said in a monotone. "Not human or demon. However, in all wakes of religion and including those that have no God, I still exist. Please come out. I do not enjoy bright places."

For anyone it wouldn't be smart to go on the request of a stranger. But for Dante, he wasn't a child who wanted candy. And whatever was at the door seemed harmless enough, even if it had created a feeling so familiar to the son of Sparda, he still took his steps and was outside the safety of the holy grounds. He was not surprised to be faced with a young girl but there was nothing human that radiated from her. She was a whole other level.

"I am Death. The flickers of my image were very faint but now you can see me, can't you?"

"I always thought the Grim Reaper would look like the other demons I've destroyed. Never thought of he to be in the form of a child."

"The image of a child, mainly of a little girl, is usually the most comforting."

"Yeah, pedophiles like that too," the Devil Hunter joked.

"Funny. But true." Whether the "funny" part was the truth, Death did not show it.

"What brings you here? Are you coming to get me or something?"

"Not necessarily. Your time has not come yet. However, I have come to warn you. You are a half demon while the other half is human. Although I do not take demons…I wait for your human soul."

"Well, well, aren't you depressing?"

"I apologize."

"So have to come to claim it?"

"Have you felt different these past few weeks? Dark urges? Any time that you have felt you forgot something?"

"Kid, you're starting to freak me out here and I usually don't get freaked out."

"Son of Sparda, I understand it is not easy to hear but please bear with-"

"I've had enough of you-"

"-your human soul will die soon."

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"…you are to become full demon."

That was what Death had told him before he fired bullets at her head in anger. Her forehead took in the bullets and she spit them out like they were nothing. No blood. No face transformed into rage or agony. Death bowed in respect and whisked off.

Dante turned off the shower head and found his skin to be almost as red as his jacket. The water was left to be at an extremely high temperature and his mind wandered off. His skin soon became it's normal paleness again but his thoughts were still wandering. He absently got dressed and laid down on his unmade bed. The phone could be heard ringing in the distance but he didn't give a damn about it and it stopped. The ringing stayed with him for a moment until it faded away and forgot about it. His eyes, now lost of its spark and gleam, were a dull sky blue. He stared at his right hand, remembering all the bullets he had fired with his gun, all the punches he threw, all the hand jobs he gave himself on emergency single nights, and then some. How he would miss this hand.

Honestly, he himself wasn't actually dying. But the part of him that had human emotions was going to. He wondered if he would still fight on the side of the humans or become a King of the Underworld? Maybe Nero, a true human, would be the one who would defeat the hero that became a villain. The thought seemed funny because it drew a chuckle from Dante. The son of Sparda was unbeatable. Only Nero seemed to be the only one who was close to his level. He puts Dante out of breath whenever they fought. Give him a few more years and who knows? He could be the new best Devil Hunter in the world.

"Maybe, but no one's as good as you, Dante," Trish stepped through the door without the decency of a knock. They were just comfortable that way. He sat up in her presence while she took up the free space on the bed. "…are you scared?"

Dante was a bit taken back by the question but he didn't show it. At least, he believed that he couldn't. He scratched the little unshaved bits on his chin and stared a crack on the wall. "Nah. I'm not going to die, Trish. Just going…for a long vacation." He couldn't feel the funniness in the joke.

The blonde devil hunter's beautiful face seemed frightened. Never in all the times they had been together that Dante scared her this much. It wasn't because of his power…it was the lack of Dante. She could feel a strange emotion welling up in her chest and her arms felt like someone was controlling them. Or it was instinct for her to put her arms around him and bury her face into his neck. He touched her arm with light fingertips, unable to feel any warmth or a sort of way to tell him that she was alive. He knew he couldn't feel the physical connection with others anymore.

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"Hey Dante, getting lazy aren't we?"

Dante didn't seem to notice Lady in front of his desk. Her hand slipped into view and he followed the rest of it to her face. It could have been just Dante but Lady's mismatched eyes seemed to be hidden behind sunglasses that seem darker than usual. With no response for him, she didn't get angry but instead pulled out a piece of paper and slipped it into his view. He seemed puzzled at the words as though he didn't know how to read.

"It's a job I found. I'm sure you would like to go on it. Lots of action, as usual," her voice sounded normal but at the last word, she seemed to shake the rest of the sentence.

"…not today," he responded lightly. With whatever strength that seemed to be left in him, he pushed the paper away with his right hand. That was when Lady slammed the paper down on the desk. She roughly grabbed his shoulders and jolted him up to look at her. Her giant gun was at his throat.

"DAMN IT, DANTE! SNAP OUT OF IT! Ever since you came back from that one mission three months ago, it's like you forgot yourself there! Get your ass up and get Dante back, you bastard!" The gun was dropped and Lady let go. She turned around and took off her sunglasses. The shaking shoulders indicated that she was crying.

I can't cry. At least….I'm not going to be able to anymore.

The mentality of a human was leaving him too. In the end, there would only be a monster inside his dry carcass.

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A month passed by and Lady didn't visit again. Trish had visit occasionally, making sure Dante was still bathing and eating but he did all those things half-heartedly. Even though Trish was a full demon herself, she was created like a machine and in every machine, there was a flaw. The flaw had made her be a human. She had nothing to worry about but what would happen to demon-human born beings like Dante? Sparda had the emotions to fall in love with a human woman but he had found them. What if Dante could not do that and he would be a heartless creature, fighting the creator while he, himself, is the destroyer? The questions were all that were on his mind. Sometimes he caught himself talking in gibberish madly in the middle of the night. His usual favorite drink, tomato juice, was fading and the need for blood, a similar thing to that juice, was filling in the space.

He felt sick to his stomach. Dante became his own enemy. He couldn't look at himself in the bathroom mirror for fear of what he would see. Basically, all things that reflected him were avoided. Many times he would hear someone, or something, laugh in the darkness when the sun falls with the evening. Nothing, especially laughter in the dark, scared him…until now.

Where did the brave Devil Hunter go?

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I know, it's short but I promise to write much more if you guys like it!

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