Devil May Cry Fanfic

A gentleman is simply a patient demon

Mission 13: Nightly Predators

Unfortunately, the TV anime series of DMC stopped at episode 12, which disappointed me greatly, so this is to all the fans out there, my BFF (and myself ;), I wish to continue the Devil Hunter's and his companions' adventures. I do not own the series, nor the characters, Capcom does, I only try to sate my hunger for new episodes. I tried to keep them in character, so I really appreciate feedback. And now, without further ado, on to the story!

Prologue

The slightly rusted fan rotated sloth-like in the dark and dirty room. Although the room was dust-free, clear that it has been cleaned recently, pizzaboxes, some pizza slices, empty crushed beer cans and dirty clothes littered the floor or were hanging off every possible surface in the vicinity of the mahogany desk. A pair of boots were resting on top of it, their owner occupying the heavy wooden chair behind it. A women's fashion magazine covered his face but strands of white hair still stuck out in various angles. Light snoring, the fan rotating around and the quiet squeaks of lucky mice were the only noise to be heard. They hit quite the jackpot with this house's messy owner. One took hold of a bit of melted cheese on the snooker board, the others surrounded the pizza slice under the desk and started to devour it from all sides. The double doors creaked open. A flaxen little girl in a frilly pink dress stepped into the room and observed her surroundings with shock. The mice dispersed and hid in various corners of the room. She huffed, puffed and shook her head disapprovingly at the state of the chamber. She marched up to the white head and picked up the nearest beer can, aiming it at his head. The can missed his head, but it did push the magazine off his face, startling the young man awake. Furious baby blue eyes greeted him.

"What the…Patty!" he grumbled and yawned. "What are you doing here? I thought you would be with your mum." He leaned back in his chair to return to Slumberland, but the little girl would not let him. "She is working today. Damn it, Dante. Why should I keep cleaning if this is what will become of it? You really need to learn to keep order especially if someone is nice enough to clean up for you."

"Exactly! Why should I bother if you are gonna fix it all anyway, like the little fairy you are?" he placed a new magazine on his face. "You jerk! Get up, Dante! If I am cleaning up, I might as well start with the cause!" she started hitting the man with her sweep brush, but all her might was simply no match for the bulky man. It did not hurt him per say, but it did annoy him; like a fly annoys you when it lands on your nose.

"Alright, I get it. You want me to leave." Dante pushed back his chair and stood up, picking up the box containing the last slice of pizza using the same momentum. He threw the box in the nearest bin and landed in the sofa as he started to munch on the slice. This single act of tidiness did not escape Patty's eye and she did a short "victory dance" and then started to hum a joyful tune whilst she gathered up the garbage in a black sack. Progress is progress no matter how small. Soon the sack was so full of waste, it was flowing out of it. Since it was so heavy, Patty grabbed its corners and started to drag it outside all the while moaning in pain. Once she reached the door, it opened and the waste fell to the floor again. "Nooooo!" She looked up at the culprit. "Morrison! Look what you have done!"

The newly arrival shot an apologetic look to the devastated girl. "Sorry Patty. I did not know you were there. You did a great job as always." He patted the top of her head, messing up her hair a little. The flaxen girl sighed and started to collect the mess again. Morrison sat down on the armchair facing Dante's resting form. Dante looked at him and then at the ceiling. "You got a job for me that actually pays as well?"

"Hmph! They would all pay well if you did them right without causing more havoc than the demons."

"Whatever, tell me about the job, before I change my mind." The dark blonde haired man rolled his eyes and let out a sigh. "You know that rundown club on Oakley Road?" Dante nodded. "Well, four weeks ago a good number of women have gone missing and one thing is common about them all. They all went to that club."

"So, call the cops, people going missing is not my thing." Morrison snapped at Dante "I was getting to it if you'd let me! Anyway, what is interesting is that their bodies were found in various motels and hotels in the area. All that is left of them each time is a scorching skeleton."

"So it's pyromaniac psycho. So what?" Dante

"It still is an unnatural murder, isn't it? And since your debt is not getting any less, you might as well just check it out. The owner is pretty desperate as his clients are targeted and the women guests are the ones drawing in the male ones too. He is willing to pay $20000 for the demon's head." The young man's eyes lit up. "What have you to loose?"

"My shut-eye." The older man raised an eyebrow at his partner's immature reply. Dante sighed and sat up. "Fine, I was bored anyway." He stood up and picked up his twin guns, Ebony and Ivory from the coffee table. His red leather coat rested on the hanger beside the door. On his way out the door Morrison handed a heavy guitar case to the devil hunter. "Good luck." Dante just smirked and went out the door. "Don't need it." Morrison just shook his head amused and followed him to his car, where he gave the white haired man a lift to the club.

The owner was indeed desperate. He was pacing up and down his office during the short briefing and he would not accept a no, no matter the price. The plan was simple. They would wait until nightfall and then find the lady killer. Sounds simple enough. What could go wrong? Opening hours arrived soon enough and the last rays of sunshine disappeared behind the horizon. The DJ turned on the music and the doors opened to let the partying folk in. It's showtime!

This was the introduction. And the adventure's just about to start.