The Devil Hunt
A Bloodborne/Devil May Cry Fanfiction
By Julian Webb
Chapter One
In the Devil May Cry office…
Dante sat at his desk, idly twirling his pistols, Ebony and Ivory, in his hands. It had been weeks since anyone had came in for business (well, except for the pizza delivery guy who came with Dante's order), and he and Trish were starting to get bored of sitting around doing nothing but killing time and eating pizza.
Suddenly, a knock on the door startled Dante out of his reverie. He put his pistols back into their holsters, then yelled, "Come in!"
A ragged man with an unkempt beard, bandages covering his eyes, and ratty, torn clothes that were once fine, but now looked more fit for the trash, walked in, in obvious pain, judging by his limping gait.
Dante raised an eyebrow. "You don't look like the pizza delivery guy," he commented. "Who are you?"
"I- I heard that you… were a monster hunter… and that you… could help me with… my… problem," the man slowly said, painful, ragged breaths interrupting him.
Dante raised his eyebrow again. "Um, yea, if your problem involves demons," he said. "How can I help?"
"H-h-have you heard.. of Yharnam?" the ragged man said.
"Can't say I have. That where you're from?"
"Yes… please, mister, you have to help us… the city's filled with people… that have some sort of illness… turns 'em into monsters that crave blood… please, help… ugh… uragh… GRAHHHHHH!"
The man fell to the ground, convulsing and writhing like a snake. Dante swiftly arose, his hand reaching for Rebellion as the man's skin stretched and tore, thick, bristly hair sprouting from his skin as his clothing tore apart and fangs and claws sprouting from his mouth and fingers. After a few minutes, the man stopped writhing around, and lay on the floor, breathing heavily.
"Um, you okay, dude?" Dante cautiously asked.
The man did not reply. Instead, he struggled to his feet and turned to Dante…
And growled.
"Uhhhh, that's nice," Dante said, slowly drawing Rebellion from its scabbard. "So, you were saying about-"
The monster roared and lunged at Dante, claws extended and mouth wide open, hungry for blood…
Dante quickly backstepped out of the way as the werewolf-looking thing's claws swiped the air in front of Dante's face. The thing dodged Rebellion as Dante swung, then swiped up with its claws, only to be blocked by Rebellion. Dante pulled out Ivory, then said, "Sorry, buddy, it's nothing personal," and shot the thing that had been a man a few minutes ago point-blank in the head.
The monster flew back, propelled by the force of the gunshot, then slammed into the wall and fell to the floor, dead as a doughnut. Dante put both of his weapons away, then walked over to the corpse, stooping down to examine it. A werewolf-looking creature, nothing more special that what Dante normally dealt with. He noticed a slip of paper hanging from the remnants of the overcoat, caked with dried blood and filth. Grabbing it, he unfolded it, then read, "Mr. Dante, the city of Yharnam sends a plea to you to exterminate the beastly scourge, and save our souls in doing so. Sincerely, Iosefka."
"What's going on, Dante?" a woman's voice called from upstairs. "I heard snarling and fighting, then a gunshot. Is everything okay down there?"
Dante turned and faced the stairway upstairs, calling out, "Yea, I've got everything under control, Trish. Some guy came in asking me to help some city called Yharnam, then turned into a monster and attacked me."
"Oh," Trish said. Then, "I've never heard of Yharnam."
"Neither have I. I'm gonna see where it is, then I'll go check it out. In the meantime, I need you to keep up the business for me while I'm gone."
"Sooooo…"
"So this means," Dante said with a grin, "that I'm gonna take a little business trip for a while."
Okay, this is my first fanfiction I've written. I'm glad to finally get it down into this site, after having to wait half a day (literally) to be able to post any tales of my invention. I hope you enjoy this tale of two monster hunters who have crossed paths!