She welcomed the dusk as her leather boots drummed against the cracked concrete, around her was a city ruined by war, and she didn't need special ESP to know what was lurking in the shadows waiting for her. Servants to sin, they knew nothing of responsibility; they held no value of life, especially the life of a human. So why would she, a woman no less, with a statue of five foot seven purposely walk into a hive of demons, whose flesh reeked of rotting humans; demons whose teeth chattered with excitement at the prospect of another meal. Unfortunately for them, she had no intention of becoming their next meal. People say that watching the sun rise is one of the most beautiful things in the world, but her? She liked the sunset, because that's when everyone comes out to play.
Meanwhile shots rang out a few blocks away, and the flickering street lamp caught a flash of crimson red leather. Sharp screams sliced through the silence, and bodies hitting the floor sounded like the bass to a song. The one dressed in red moved swiftly across the ground, his feet barely touched the ground as he fired shot after shot, each of them hitting their target without fail. Elongated cries once again split the silence as a few more fell to the floor. Their ragged clothing and smell of rotting flesh identified them immediately as Demons. In the pale flickering light of the street lamps the pavement had changed to a dark red colour as the blood seeped into the cracks. Above the bodies stood a tall figure, the crimson leather gleaming devishly in the light. His face was hidden by the shadows, and only the tips of his white hair could be seen in the light, but it was evident by his red coat, tall frame and the glinting smirk on his face that this person was none other than 'Dante the Devil Hunter'.
His name was infamous throughout the crumbling city, the man who had beaten his brother Vergil, the man who was both human and a demon. He was a being both rare and powerful, and more importantly a threat to any demon. His Father was known as Sparda, his Mother was human, controversy followed him everywhere, and the women swooned at the sight of him. Posters of him covered the walls, his face was plastered on the TV screen, and his shop was open nine till five, accepting any job.
Stepping over the circle of bodies, Dante raised his face to the wind welcoming its cool fingers to run through his white hair. Things had certainly started to heat up in the past few months; there were more demons running around, and more powerful ones at that. Even the low levels ones looked like they were learning new moves, the question was. Just who was teaching them? Dante chuckled; the soft deep laugh was lost to the breeze immediately. He had always liked a good mystery, and it of course meant that he could go around killing more demons, his most favourite thing to do. Still this was no time to sit around, the night was still young and he of course had a very important job to do.
To the east, a couple blocks down a final shot rang out in the alleyway, followed by a dull thud of something falling to the ground. A clink of a bullet casing hitting the floor, and then silence, the woman stepped out of the alleyway unscathed with two guns gripped tightly in her hand. Holstering them in an elaborate fashion she paused to look down the deserted road. Opposite her she saw broken windows, and decayed buildings, only a few were in good condition, and it was no hard guess that there would be people hiding away inside of them. It was a wonder they were still in this wasted city. She didn't know its name nor did she care for it. She was only here to do one thing, and that was to continuously kill demons. She was what you could call a nomad, she moved effortlessly between places taking what she needed, killing whatever demons were stupid to raise their heads.
"Although this place is oddly lively..." She muttered to herself as she buttoned up her black coat taking a left turn moving away from the warm light of the street lamps. She was never one to walk in the world of light, she was born to live in darkness. She knew too well that the world of light was no place for her, the shadows were far kinder, and they hid everything she needed to hide. Still, there was no time to be thinking, sun up was in a few hours and she had alot of work to do.
"BREAKING NEWS!" The TV blurted out in a large office space, above the television a fan whirred gently creating some relief in the stifling summer heat. "Reports of more human murders are flooding into the metro police station, along with reports of demons bodies being found in both in the west and east of the city." A blonde child hummed a tune as she skipped through the doors placing white china cups on a table surrounded by black leather sofas.
"Sh Patty." Came a dark husky voice. "The news is getting interesting." To the back of the room was a large wooden desk, upon the desk were a large pair of black boots, and attached to those boots was the body of Dante, and upon his face sat once again his signature smirk. Giving him an unimpressed sniff Patty did as she was told and took a seat on one of the sofas staring intently at the sofa.
"It has been speculated that the Demons were killed by the demon hunter Dante, but there is now new evidence that there may be another party involved, a bullet casing found at the scene in the east side of the city has been compared with a shell casing from Dante's gun and it has been revealed that they are completely different. So does this mean that Dante has a new partner? Or is there one more solo demon hunter in our city?"
"Partner my ass; it's probably some upstart who thinks they can do my job." Laughed Dante, his ego inflating by second.
"Well from what I hear they're doing a pretty good job." Patty stated pouring the steaming tea into her precious white china. Sipping it slowly she turned to Dante surveying him with her big blue eyes, her blonde curls bouncing around her face. "Has Morrison said anything?" She asked slowly.
"No." Dante said quickly taking his feet from the desk, a frown forming on his face. "Well I guess I better go check out who this person is." He sighed pulling on his red leathers and pushing his arm through the strap of his guitar case. "But first of all I'm going to stop at 'Freddis' to get a strawberry sundae." He grinned patting Patty on the head much to her distaste and caused her give out a cry of detest but Dante took notice and he was already out of the door before she could say anything else.
The shop itself was in good shape, the checkered floors were clean, and windows weren't broken. It wasn't bad the woman thought, the coffee in her hand got rid of the chill the cold summer night had given her. Her dark hair was tied back into a messy bun, and her green eyes shone bright lightly in the light that streamed through the windows. It was always nice to unwind after being awake all night. She watched intently as the man behind the counter looked at the clock and then began to pull out a sundae glass, along with putting in several scoops of ice cream. She frowned and looked throughout the Cafe. Why, there was no one else here? Why was he preparing a sundae? As if he had heard her, he fixed her with a large grin and pushed the finished Sundae to the left of her.
"My regular customer always comes at this time," He explained, "Ah here he is." He smiled. Sure enough the bell on the door clinked merrily, and the sound of boots hitting the ceramic floor made the woman tense considerably. He stank, not only of beer and pizza, but he smelt of demon. Keeping her head down she slid her eyes to the man who had just sat down next to her. White hair, red coat, and sky blue eyes. Placing her empty coffee mug on the table she slid the money from her pocket onto the counter and went to leave, something about this guy made her feel uneasy.
"Won't you stay for another drink?" He asked his voice deep and husky to her ears, she forced a smile on her lips and a laugh from her mouth. She was in public she had to play nice.
"Isn't it early for you to be hitting on women?" She retorted keeping her tone sharp but sweet.
"I only want to know the name of such a beautiful lady." He smirked making direct eye contact with her. "My name is Dante, perhaps you know me?" He asked holding out his hand. Eying up the offered hand, she sighed and took a step forward grabbing his hand.
"My name's Anima, if I had friends they'd call me Nim." She said briskly making a name up on the spot, there was no way in hell she would tell him her true name. Her real name was Scarlet, but of course he would never know that.
"Well Nim why don't you tell me why you smell of dead demons?" He grinned his grip on her tightening. Shit, she was in trouble; well there was no other choice but to run. Before Dante could react she slammed her heel into his forward causing him to let go of her hand, and taking her chance she raced out the door...