After reading some other fics on this site and others after I got an accusation of making Sparda 'OOC' I found out that I was, indeed, OOC with Sparda, so sorry if I offended anyone or anything . I also have to thank Laryna6 for inspiring me to continue writing SxE fics, thanks very much! Oh, and if anyone requests a cameo or a mini-storyline, I'd be happy to do it for them! Sorry for the Midsummer Night's Dream style narration at the start, couldn't help myself!

Disclaimer: Don't own Sparda, Eva, or of course DMC, if I did, there would be a lot more nekkid scenes!

Added note from me (A.K.A Disclaimer disclaimer: I do not own the first four chapters! She told me to copy and paste them! I HAVE PERMISSION to continue her fic, go and ask her if you wish.

A lover's night, a lover's sky,
Just sit and read and wonder why
A lover's bond was formed this eve.
Which caused a lady to conceive.

A fair maiden and a noble knight,
Both believing in what was right.
Their eyes met in a doting gaze,
A deep blue pool and a dark brown haze.

This passionate tale is not for the weak
Or for the brave if so to speak.
For the strong of heart, mind and the bold,
Sparda and Eva are now foretold.

Bang, bang, bang.

The same repetitive sound over and over again as Ebony and Ivory saved an unknowing city from perishment. What's a girl to do? What's a demon hunter to do in fact!

The moonlit sky lit the alleyway that surrounded Eva, no stars per usual, thank you inventor of neon! Why did demons always prefer dark, murky alleyways, didn't they want to smell the roses?

Dumb question Eva, concentrate!

After more and more hunters seemed to be taking a trip six feet under, demon activity seemed to boost, especially tonight, what was so special about tonight? She had the worst luck in everything ever, she was used to things like this happening to her, but this has to be luck…right? Nothing had been planned for tonight, nothing.

It almost seemed like they weren't going for her for once, they were all heading for the old abandoned warehouse around a 25-minute walk from Central Park, she just caught them in the nick of time, just her luck.

Contradictions are fun!

They weren't paying any attention to her either, they all seemed willing to get out of combat and nearer the warehouse, what was in there!?

"What are we going to do, my lord?"

Loyalty, they hadn't yet grasped it, but they didn't have time to prepare when they found out 5 minutes beforehand, that not the usual 'record-keeper' as he referred to himself as, was coming to look at the increase of demon activity and a boost of numbers, but himself, The Legendary Dark Knight Sparda.

He rested his chin on the palm of his hand, deep in concentration, the female hunters cooing over him in the background.

Fan girls, so annoying.

"Has there been a pattern in the deaths of the hunters? Nationality? Bloodline? Anything suspicious about the location they were murdered in?" Sparda said, his voice as soft as his cravat. He was pretty sure he heard one of the girls faint in the background.

"Not that I know of…..sir!" Dara said, tripping over his words. "They've just been killing every hunter they can get their hands on brutally sir! There are only 3 that can really hold their ground, unfortunately, due to the FBI taking all our information, we only managed to keep one, would you like to see her?"

"Please."

Dara went over to the dusty file cabinet and pulled out a quite dusty file. The worst thing about the warehouse was that it was filthy everywhere, even the stuff that was protected from grime, but it was secure none-the-less.

"Here we go, Eva Lionheart, she's a gem!" He said, flinging the file to the end of the table, where he was, rather uncomfortably, having a seat.

Eva Lionheart, let's take a look.

He opened the file and a picture fell out. He grabbed the picture before it fell to the ground, taking advantage of his cat-like reflexes. Oh my…

The mystery huntress was a million miles past beautiful. She had long, blonde hair, going to half way across her back, some let loose across her shoulders. Her eyes, a reflection of beauty, beauty held deep in them. Everything about her was perfect, completely, absolutely perfect.

"…..you can see, she's not alone, they're the 2 hunters I was talking about in the photo along with her, Adriana and Mai-Ling. Co-incidentally, they're best friends…..Sparda? My Lord?"

Sparda snapped out of it after it took every fiber in his body not to start stroking it.

"Yes…I see that!" He said, carefully putting the picture away. "Well, they do seem like very capable young gi-"

At that moment, 3 demons burst through the door of the warehouse, immediately followed by the same girl fainting in the background, one of the men trying to get her to at least stand up before Sparda noticed,

Fool, he would later tell her to stop trying to impress the guy she was obviously attracted to and quit being something she didn't want to be and something she wasn't.

"SPARRRRRDA! I WILL-"

"Yes, yes, I know. You will rip the flesh from my bones and present it to Mundus to make a fine rug. Please, do me a favour, tell him if he wants me that bad, to bring a real challenge, not something humans can deal with. Wait a moment, can dust deliver messages nowadays, we'll just have to see, shall we?"

Sparda unsheathed Yamato as the hunters stared in awe. Humans, so easily amused.

The 3 demons stood side-by-side, regular demon formation, he was looking for some spice, but what can you do?

Not even 15 seconds later, the warehouse was even more filthy as the shelves, table and floor were covered in dust, the hunters unaware of what just happened as they didn't catch any of the battle, how could he move so fast!? Well that was an idiotic question, as he was the Legendary Dark Knight Sparda after all!

Sparda stood at the front of the room, back facing the others. They were like children trapped in a corner by a giant bully, only Sparda wasn't a bully, nor was he forcing them in the corner, he was just damn powerful!

He turned around to face the hunters and Dara, keeping his calm composure when it was obvious he just whooped ass.

"Well, Ladies and Gentleman, that concludes Demon Slaying 101, and with that, I bid thee good day!"

And with a bow, he exited the premises.

He felt like taking a walk around the area. How long had it been since he was in New York? 100 years or so? He wasn't in the mood to scan his brain right now, there was only one thing that was on his mind right now.

Eva Lionheart.

From afar, he heard gunshots. They seemed to be coming from near the warehouse, was he really that far away from them already? He turned back and started walking towards the warehouse again; he didn't want that girl injured the one that was always fainting…

After 2 minutes of walking (Yes, he was that fast) he was at the warehouse and there was so sign of demon activity. He didn't like to be careless, so he started searching around the warehouse.

Sparda headed west of the warehouse, to find a blonde-haired girl reloading her guns and rubbing her ankle. Was she hurt? Oh my…

It was Eva Lionheart.

It was her, the woman in the picture, looking as beautiful as ever, and she was hurt! He had to do something.

"Excuse me?" he began. "I couldn't help but notice you were hurt, may I be of any assistance?"

Eva was obviously paying more attention to her guns than him. Maybe he was wrong about her? Dead wrong.

Eva hated it when people tried to play the hero when she got hurt, which of course, wasn't very often, but still, she hated it. She was used to doing things herself and didn't like taking help off others, except for the girls of course, and vice versa.

Eva continued fixing her guns, not paying much attention to the man.

"No thank you, I can manage," she said, not even raising her head to look at him.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm oka-"

She stopped dead as she lifted her head from Ebony and Ivory and looked into the stranger's deep brown eyes. Was she dreaming? She had never seen anyone like him before. Platinum-white hair, shimmering brown eyes and the weirdest dress sense she had ever seen before, and she lived in New York! She had to get to know him or else she would regret it for the rest of her life!

"Okay, thanks a lot!" She said, smiling, pretending to be the damsel in distress.

"Good, I was getting worried looking from afar. Care to get on my back, or would you like to be carried in my arms?" He said, winking.

Carry!? She thought he only meant helping her up, but at least, at this rate, she got to talk to him, and that was good enough for her!

"Piggyback if you don't mind, I wouldn't want to get your lovely coat dirty!"

"Not at all."

"Great, it's a date then!" She smirked.

"I guess it is, milady!"

And with that, she got on his back and set off.

People who R&R get hugs!

The new part of this fic (Absolutely no credit for me) will come up a few days after I post the old chapters because I am only a quarter ways finished.