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Chapter 1. "Prologue."
A man rode his motorcycle through the sunset time, winding streets of the late summer moon swelling in the warm, clear night sky overhead. There was a roar of a motorcycle in on the asphalt road. The black road only appeared darker when bathed in the glow of the moon.
His red trench coat waved behind him in the wind, he was dressed in layers. His torso is covered in a black long sleeve leather shirt and has two belts over his abdomen. It was to make sure his clothes wouldn't hang loosely in his movements. He had red jeans but with black leather chaps over the pants. His feet was of black boots with the chaps having zippers so it could be layered over the boots. His hands were covered in black fingerless tipped gloves as he twisted the handle to speed onward. On his back, was a slender broad sword.
His silver hair waved in the wind as he smirked at the sight of his destination, a city.
Although it was relatively early, the streets were deserted, the curfew still in effect over recent events. The man still remember that hellish night, everyone without expectation were not supposed to be out after dusk until the street were clean and send them back to hell where they belong.
It had been a tense and quiet winter in the City, at least on the surface.
The man glided past silent houses. There was a faint glow of television sets spilling out across well-kept lawns, the distant drone of crickets and an occasional barking dog the only sounds in the air that whipped past him.
The paranoid citizens dwelled behind those locked doors, waiting for the announcement that the demons had been apprehended and killed, they could live normally like they used to be.
This sight bring back bad memories, of Temen-ni-gru..., the apocalyptic day one other man, named Vergil caused. But the danger this time is not that horrible, for now it's been taking care of.
For just a moment, the red coat man envied the citizens their ignorance, how they can return home to their loved ones and rest with each other's company. He knew the truth, he can never have that. It's the price of his powers, the price of belonging to Sparda.
He'd come to the rather disheartening conclusion in the last couple of weeks that knowing the truth wasn't all it was. To set people free and help them deal with the issue—particularly when he cannot find it in his heart to accept it.
Dante, did not enjoy how much Demons worked in their attempt to obliterate humanity.
It had been a long, Nightmarish days since Dante returned from his second visit to Fortuna island, he had to go there to check on Yamato too. His very first visit was years ago, when the order is becoming more recognized. Nero a young boy with an unusual arm, he had the power of Sparda...Dante never understood how is this possible. But it could be his lost brother had someone...before he gone mad with power. Sadly there is nothing he could do to conform that.
Nero had escaped the savior's death grip at Sanctus hands just to run up against the leftover of these events, Kyrie the young singer, he knew they grew up together along with Credo. after the event of her kidnapping she grow more than what she used to be. She had learned to defend herself and take care of the new soldiers who will be helping Nero to clean the city and keep it safe.
Dante shrugged as he looked up to see his neon sign over the front doorway. 'Devil May Cry.' He put the motorcycle in a halt and put it in the side next to the stairs. He stood in silence watching the double door. He imaged the next scenario. Like clockwork, he knew what was about to come next.
"Why are you late, you strawberry Sunday freak?" a feminine voice whined at him with that tone he always loved.
He will replay with an attitude, he smirked before he spoke. "Excuse me, I had dead party in this last mission... am I not allowed for some energetic work that actually pays me well?"
She will smirk, with these red and bluish green eyes. Then he would warp his arms around her, in a moment of warmth. "What, no smartass replay?"
"I don't feel like it." She whispered, giving him the space to hold her close.
"I never understand hormones." He shook his head.
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Dante touched the cold handle and opened the door, careful not to make a sound, he wanted to go to his room peacefully out of her sight if she was still around waiting for him. The vacant space of his office was rather bland and spacious. It could be stated for a lack of style. For Dante, money spent on furniture means less money for pizza. Though the very moment his boot touched the ground inside, someone jumped in his arms and almost caused him to lose his balance.
"Dante, welcome back."
A young short girl around the age of 15 with a blonde hair stood before him. Her hair was classic layered style, a form of graduating cut. She had rather annoyed puffed cheeks as she looked up to Dante.
"Patty, why are you still here? You have a school tomorrow." Dante said as gently he put his hand on top of hers.
Patty's eye's dropped to the ground, she bit her lips nervously and spoke. "I'm very sorry. This is all my fault, I want to help you find closure..."
Dante heaved a long sigh. "Patty stop it, Ambrose is alive." He knelt down to her level and touched her cheek. "We will find him, and you two could play here like you used to be."
Patty's lips formed half a smile, still won't cover the pain of guilt she felt. "Yes, I will do my best to help. She would have wanted me around."
Dante grimaced to himself the moment Patty looked away from him. He nodded to her when she turned to him once before she returned to her room. "Good night patty." He put his hands in his pockets before he walked out of the main room and into the hall.
He opened the door to his bedroom, cute toys were scattered in the ground near the bed. A grey crib was in the corner, close to the window. He sighed and rubbed his forehead. Thinking perhaps a beer will calm his nerves.
This feels like a deja-vu too much it's just hurts. His son could be alone and terrified right now and he is not there to help him and bring him home. It's true, no matter how much he wanted to deny it. He is just like Sparda.
A failure father, and a husband.
He took his coat off and throw himself on the bed. His eyes caught the picture in the night stand, a woman with dark, chin-length hair on both sides of her face and she has a fringe that reaches her eyebrows. She wore a purple jacket with white frills and purple pants. He stared at the photo and lightly laughed at a memory.
The smile vanished as he gazed at the empty side of the bed. He set the photo down when there was a noticeable creek of the front door echoed into the room.
The front door of the office opened revealing a brunette young man with a suit case. "Hello, welcome?" Patty greeted him, with the best smile she had the strength to show.
"Thank you little girl." He replied. "Is Dante here?"
Patty nodded and singled him to enter. "I'll make you a coffee, please take a seat." The man took a seat on the arm chair and placed the suitcase upon the dusty looking desk.
"I really need him in this job." He said with a concerned tone. The case latches popped out of place and the man took out a gloomy looking pictures of creatures, in area resemble a forest or a small village.
Patty let the water boil and stood in front of the door leading to his room. "Dante, you have a customer."
After a moment of silence. "I hear you."
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