Hi, I saw the Devil May Cry anime and became interested in the Devil May Cry series. I really loved the storyline for Devil May Cry 4 so I wanted to do a fanfic for it. I thought that Kali, my OC, would be perfect for this since she is a demon herself. I'll be formatting the chapters according to the missions, but I may do a few chapters that help with the development of the story. I DO NOT OWN DEVIL MAY CRY OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS. So here it is: Eyes of a Devil.

Prologue: Eyes of a Devil

I've been judged my whole life. I've been judged because of my looks, my background, and most importantly because of my eyes. I'm not ugly. I'm pretty hot actually. I've got a body that most girls would kill for: 44D breasts, flat stomach, hips that Shakira would be jealous of, and long, lean legs. Even though I am a natural born Japanese, my eyes are round instead of almond shaped, and I have a small beauty mark under my left eye. My skin is an ivory color and it looked even paler against my waist-length wavy, jet-black hair.

These looks have gotten my into some trouble: girls would bully me because their beloved senpai was interested in me and would flirt with me, resulting in a couple of fights, a couple of times where I was almost raped, resulting in a bunch of bloody noses and kicked groins thanks to my akido and judo classes, a handful of times when guys groped me—in the subway, the hallway, on the street, and in restaurants¾, resulting in a stinging red, hand-shaped mark on their face, and times when a bunch of 35-year-old men would try to have some "fun" with me, resulting in broken egos.

I know that I might seem like a bitch but you wouldn't understand unless you've lived my life. I guess having a nice face means that (a) I'm easy, (b) I'm a vain, conceited bitch who thinks that all guys are her personal boy-toys, or (c) I'm dying for attention so I got implants. Yes, my breasts are real if you must know. No, I'm not a whore, I'm not conceited, and I don't think that all guys grovel at my feet. I just think most of them think with their dicks instead of their brain.

I didn't have the most sparkling of childhoods. I was 10 months old when I was submitted into the orphanage. I saw kids walk out of the orphanage every day. By the time I was 7, I was convinced I would never be adopted. I was too old and it was rare that an adult would adopt anyone older than 4. I knew what the adults said about me: "Are you sure she's purely Japanese?" "She must be a bastard child. Just look at those eyes." "Her eyes remind me of an owl. It's frightening." "Those are the eyes of a demon." Sounds pretty fucked up, right? The last comment was referring to my eye color. My eyes are an unusual golden color. They're almost yellow. I hated my eyes. I mean, I know that demons exist, but just because my eyes are a weird color doesn't mean I'm a demon.

When I was 10, a man named Eiji Yukimura came to the orphanage with a boy about three years older than me. The man and the boy looked very different from each other, besides their tan skin. The man had flaxen hair with rare violet eyes. His square jaw and angular nose made him look even more foreign. The boy looked even more foreign with his teal-colored eyes and red hair. I continued to do my math homework while they looked around at the children who tried to get their attention. The boy sat down next to me and said, "You got number six wrong." It surprised me and annoyed me.

"What?" I said, narrowing my eyes at him.

"You got number six wrong. The answer is 67."

I looked over my work and saw that he was right. "Thanks," I mumbled.

"No problem. My name is Ryu. What's yours?" he asked. The man was watching us now.

"My name is Kali."

"Cool name. I like your eyes."

"You're lying. Everyone hates my eyes. They're scary."

"No, they're unique and beautiful." The man said, catching me by surprise. "Just like you."

At that moment, I cried. No one had complimented my eyes before then. They were the very reason no one wanted me. Eiji adopted me and treated me with such care that I never experienced. I started calling him dad when I was 11. When I was 15, I got two eyebrow piercings and a tattoo. That and all my fights had Eiji convinced that Japan wasn't for me. So, we moved to America. I was slightly happier there, but not entirely. When I graduated high school at 18, I went to a college abroad in South America. I promised Eiji I would try to stay out of trouble but somehow trouble always seems to find me. I have no idea what happened, but after two months got wrapped up in some shit and now I'm in some huge gang war. I guess I'm just a huge fuckup, huh?