Authors Note- Hey DMC fans! I wrote this story a while back, but I had to go through and edit it. I had SO MANY things that I had to fix. This is edited and I get to write for this story in my Creative Writing class. I am a DMC fan, and if you see anything wrong, please calmly tell me! No flaming! Just read and review.

Chapter 1 "Cousin Dearest"

Blood stained her pure white hair as it fell in front of her eyes. She pushed the few short strands behind her right ear and then struggled to get to her feet. Blood dripping from her lips and forehead, she picked up the sword that got thrown a few feet to her right. Fiercely, she stared into the creature's hidden face, looking for a weakness. The creature was floating about two feet above the cement floor. It was covered with a black cloak and had bony arms coming out of both sides. Its face however, remained unseen.

Crystal, a woman about twenty years old, was searching for a relative that she never knew she had. She had decided to leave home when she was seventeen to start searching for a cousin that her father had told her about. Her father was brothers with a man that he called Sparda. That was all he told her. Lately, Crystal had been going through some weird physical changes. The first time she noticed that she would change, was when she was sixteen and seven months. She had noticed her nails would grow longer than usual when she grew upset or impatient. The first time she completely changed was two years ago.

Quickly, Crystal slid her sword into her case on the left side of her belt, then grabbed her fire whip and whipped it out. In less than a second, she had her whip wrapped around the creature and pulled the hideous monstrosity closer to her face. She reached behind her back with her left hand and pulled out her shot gun, cocked it, then shot the monster a few good times. The creature moaned an eerie groan then fell to the ground and died.

"You better stay like that." Crystal sighed with relief. How hard can it be to find a young guy with white hair? she wondered.

A crackling neon sign caught her eye from the other end of the street. Devil May Cry read the sign.

"Hm? That seems to mean something." Crystal said to the air in front of her. "I have a feeling that the person I'm looking for is in there. If he isn't there, I'll just ask if he knows anyone like the person I'm looking for."

She walked to the door, but then stopped right when her hand touched the knob. A shiver ran up her spine then she opened the door. The room had no sign of life in it. There was a drum set in the far left corner with an electric guitar on its stand in front. A dart board hung on the wall along with skulls of different shapes and sizes. A large wooden desk sat in the middle of the room. There were papers, five pizza boxes, and two guns littering the desk. Crystal walked to the desk to see what secrets the papers held. Pictures of evil looking men were paper clipped to a few dozen papers.

"May I help you?" a firm manly voice asked from behind her.

Crystal swung around, not expecting a sword to be two inches from her face, but still happened anyways. "I-, I-, I am so sorry for intruding!" was all Crystal could make out. He has white hair. He must be...

"Who are you?"

The sword still hung in front of her face.

"I am Crystal Sparda, daughter of Orien Sparda."

"You are a Sparda? You don't look like my father! Now tell me who you are!"

"Honestly! I swear on my father's grave! My father was your uncle!" Crystal cried.

"Very well," Dante lowered his sword. "I am Dante Sparda, son of Sparda. Tell me about my 'uncle'.

"My father, your uncle, was a great man. He taught me well in weaponry. He had white hair and a calm face. If you asked him to do something with you, he would do it without giving his opinion about it. All of that changed when he died. He passed away when I was sixteen and before he died, he told me to look for you. I have spent two years looking for you. Now that I have found you, I don't know what to do."

Dante, now sitting at his desk with his feet propped up, gave small shocked look. "I'm sorry. If I would've known-"

"No. It isn't your fault." She interrupted. "He died protecting me and my sister. Unfortunately, my sister died with him."

"How about I let you stay here for a while? If you do, I won't be here very often. I go out on... missions."

"What do you mean, 'missions'?"

"My job is to hunt demons, but I doubt you believe me."

"No, no, no. I believe you, in fact, I am part demon, I guess."

Dante leaped from his seat when he heard the last part. "WHAT! Well I can kinda understand with you being related to me and all."

"Well, uh, yeah. I guess I could stay here. Like I have anywhere else I could stay." Crystal said with a grateful smile as she leaned over Dante's desk.

"Are you strong and well-developed with your powers?" Dante said as he got up out of his seat and took his jacket off to hang up. "If you are, you could help me."

"I'd love to join you! I still need some training with my powers, but I think that won't be a problem." Crystal said as she took a seat on a couch beside a refrigerator. "Nice place ya got here."

"It's not much, or at least not for now. It gets pretty boring around here. The only things I get called for around here are ghost sightings. Now that's a trip." Dante said as he sat back down at his desk and propped his feet up again.

"So, what was your last mission?" Crystal asked, looking at the ceiling.

"Arkham. If you noticed, there was a giant tower in the middle of the city. That was his place."

"Yeah. Its hard to miss. I heard from my father that you have a brother."

"I don't want to talk about it." Dante said as he got up and walked into the bathroom and slammed the door.

"Okay, cool. I'll find out sooner or later." Crystal whispered to herself as she lie down on the couch and fell asleep.