Devil May Cry: Crimson Dawn
Chapter 1: Frail Words Collapse
By: Raven Dante
[All credit for the creation of "Devil May Cry" itself and everything associated with it, other than this, and other, fan fiction goes to Hideki Kamiya and was produced by Capcom©]
It was a calm day out, the wind wisped through the car filled streets in a twilight lit city. The streets were full of hustle, bustle and heavy traffic. The buildings littered with advertisement signs and Neon Lit Bar signs beginning to glow brighter as the day-light began to dim, minute by minute.
One Neon Light sign was different, however, it wasn't a bar sign at all. It wasn't the familiar yellow or pink that seemed to litter the trash filled streets. It was bright red and it read "Devil May Cry."
The building it was fixed upon looked more decrepit than others, and was the only Victorian looking building on its street. The windows set open and the old wooden doors were closed. The building seemed to ward off any unnecessary visitors.
Inside, leaning back in a old wooden chair, feet perched upon an old desk sat a man with snow white hair with his hands clasped behind his head. The man dawned a red trench coat, with a red vest underneath. The man, also, wore red leather pants and which were tucked into the tall black boots that ran up to his knee. This man was known as "Demon Hunter" Dante. A man whose name was whispered throughout the streets and the strange job he did was told as roomer all over the city.
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"Sigh….No money, Thousands of dollars in debt, no pizza and no strawberry Sundays." Said Dante in an calmly irritated tone.
He glanced down at the old phone which say a few feet away from his boots on the old desk.
"…and better yet…NO busine—"
Before he could finish his sentence the phone began to ring. He slowly leaned his heads up and glanced down at the phone. He stared at it for a while as it rang.
"What could it be this time?" Thought Dante.
He calmly Reached down and answered the phone.
"Devil May Cry…?"
The Phone was silent, all that could be heard was crying.
"…hello?..." Said Dante in an irritated tone.
"Please help me…I'm locked in my room and "IT" is trying to claw its way through my door!" Said a bawling, young woman.
"…heh…got any Holy Water?" Asked Dante.
"…HO…HOLY WATER? Are you joking? Please help me, Don't let it get me! I don't want to die!" Screamed the Woman Back.
"Sigh….alright….where are you located?" Sighed Dante.
"JUST DOWN THE STREET FROM YOUR SHOP, IN THE APPARTMENT COMPLEX. I'M ROOM NINE! GET HERE QUICK IT'S STARTING TO GET THROUGH!" Screamed the woman.
"Alright, alright….i'll be there shortly." Said Dante, again irritated. He then hung up the phone.
"Sigh…Well at least it's something. Better pay well." Sighed Dante.
He dropped his boots down from the desk and stood up. He walked over to the armoire that rested against the way and opened the doors. Hung up inside, set two sold silver Desert Eagles which he hand crafter on his own and nicknamed "Ebony" and "Ivory" Below them hung a very large Sword, made of intricate design. He grabbed the pistols, putting them in the holsters on his vest and fashioned the sword to his back.
"If I didn't need the money…" Sighed Dante.
He then closed the armoire doors and walked out of the Devil May Cry.
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The woman set, back tightly pressed against the wall as the Demon's Hand busted through the upper, right portion of the door.
"OPEN UP YOU stupid BITCH! YOU REALLY THINK THIS DOOR CAN SAVE YOUR SOUL? YOUR MINE HAHA!" Laughed the demon manically.
The woman screamed out in fear.
"Please I've done nothing to you!" Screamed the woman at the Demon.
"Shut your mouth human Scum! You have done nothing but that doesn't mean you wont make a fine dinner." Said the demon.
It's arm flailed wildly as it began ripping down the door.
"Where are you…demon hunter…?" Said the woman in a frail, shaken tone.
~Raven Dante.