Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry. Those rights belong to Capcom.
Prologue: Birth
A lone cloaked man ran down the raining streets. A look of fear flashes into his eyes as a shadow draws close. He turns a corner, leaping over a bag of rubbish, heading towards, unknown to him; a dead end. The man slide towards the wall and noticing his folly, attempted to turn round but was met by a teen, around the age of fifteen to seventeen.
Four swords dangle from the edge of his waist, partially covered by the black cloak he wore. He swiftly reached to his back with his hands donned with dark brown gauntlets and pulled out two black revolvers, with gold and red linings decorating each edge. His jeans torn at the end and the black shirt matched with his coat and the shadow.
"P-Please don't kill me!" The man begged.
"Demons sure know how to cower when they are about to die." The teen said, his black hair dripping from the rain.
The demon panicked, his face contorted back to being the original form of being just the meat within the flesh. "I can't tell you anything about him, or else, they'll kill me!"
"Not if I kill you first." The teen raised his guns and two clicks were heard.
"I'll t-tell you who can help!"
"Who?" The sentence picked the curiosity of the hunter.
"I don't know his name b-but, they say he's a s-son of Sparda." The demon said, hoping this information would save his life.
"I already know who he is." The teen lowered his guns and turn to leave. "What a fucked up day this is."
The demon smirked. "Bitch, you fell for it." He brandished his claws and rushed towards the hunter. But before he could even reach him, his head got left behind. As the blood gushed from the severed neck, the body split into three pieces from the torso down and fell to the ground.
"Dante huh. Maybe I should pay you a visit again."
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"Hello! Welcome to Devil May Cry!" A young cheery girl with long blond hair jumped up at the cloaked teen as he entered the Devil May Cry office.
"And who are you?" The teen asked coldly.
"My name is Patty, Patty Lowell." She said cheerily.
The teen bend down with a sudden change to a cheery expression. "Hello, is Dante around?"
Patty looked a little shock as he pointed at the teen's green hair. "Did it just-?" but she decided against asking.
The teen went around the office towards the pool table and flicked the number three ball with his fingers which fell into the pocket of one side.
"So where is Dante anyway?" The teen asked with the cheery attitude.
"Um…he's out at the diner for strawberry Sundae." Patty replied nervously.
"He's still eating that junk?"
Just then, the door opened and a man wearing a road coat walked in. His hair as white as snow reached his eyes and a bored expression was on his face.
"Hey Dante," Patty started but all she got for a reply was a shrug off look from the man.
Dante walked to his table and took his seat. He swings his legs onto the table, took a magazine from the stand beside it and covered his face for a nap. The teen picked up a cue and pocketed the forth ball instead of using his finger like before, seemingly unaware of Dante's entrance.
After a few minutes of silence, Dante finally spoke. "I won't accept any job you're offering Sero." He said through his magazine.
The teen called Sero pocketed his seventh ball with ease. "Well, you might be interested in this one though." He said; his voice suddenly completely void of emotions.
"I knew it!" Patty exclaimed suddenly. "Your hair did change. How did you do that?" She asked pointing at the teen's hair which is now a color of black again.
Dante dropped the magazine on the floor, seemingly picked by the teen possible information of interest.
"Someone is trying to revive demons, powerful ones at that."
Dante gave a great sigh. "That's why I always try to refuse you Atra." He said, picking up his guitar case. "It's never something good or easy. I won't do it." He said, heading for the door.
"Did I mention the large sum of money my client will pay me, or us, if the job is one." Atra said; pocketing the white ball after every ball on the table was gone.
Dante look at the expression on the face of the hunter opposite him. "It's Toby right?"
Sero smiled, his hair turning back to green again.
"I got it!" Patty exclaimed again. "You have split personalities!" She said, pointing at Sero.
"You're a smart little one aren't you?" Sero smiled.
Patty gave a boastful smile as Dante said, "Fine, I accept the job. But first," He opened the case and took out an oversized long sword with a silver skull and handle on the hilt. Two bones like parts stuck out from where the cross-guard was suppose to be. Sero similarly drew his weapon, the dual handgun used to threaten the cowardly demon earlier. In the light of the room, the design could be seen clearly. The guns themselves are two nine rounds remodeled versions of the LeMat Revolver. The cylinder revolves around a separate central barrel which can fire a shotgun like round. The red-lined revolver has "Ace's code" and on the silver one, "One shot" engraved on them
Taking the Rebellion, Dante swung his hand back and threw the sword at Sero who in turn, shot two bullets at Dante.
