Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Devil May Cry. If I did, why would I be writing a fanfic about it?

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Day 0 - Prologue

Ah the Christmas holidays, a time of great joy and cheer, food and gifts, and spending time with the people one cares about. Songs fills the air and lights dazzles the eyes, smells tickles the noses and a hot chocolate warms the stomachs.

Except demons seem to not have gotten the memo.

In fact, every other year or so they seem to actively attempt to ruin the Christmas holidays for everyone. Only they appear around where Dante can easily get to them and send them back to hell. Maybe they are only trying to ruin the devil hunter's holiday. Not that it would matter anyway, he could care less about the holiday, it wasn't like he had anyone to spend it with. Sure, Trish, Lady, Patty, and even Nero and Kyrie stopped by, even wish him a Merry Christmas or something, but the actual day was spent alone in his shop.

And he liked it that way. Sure, it got lonely sometimes, but Dante was use to it. With the demons trying to ruin the holidays it gave him something to do.

Speaking of Patty, he raised an eyebrow at her scurrying about in the office, stringing lights and garland just about everywhere.

"What are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing? This place had absolutely NO Christmas spirit!"

"And?"

Patty glared at him. "And so I'm decorating the place and giving it that Christmas spirit!"

Dante looked around. Okay, he had to admit, it wasn't all that bad. At least it wasn't like when the two had first met each other years ago. All that pink. His attention turned towards the tree in the alcove, switching which eyebrow was raised.

"How did that get in here?"

"Nero helped me bring it in while you were on a job earlier."

"Brats, both of you." The devil hunter returned to the magazine he was reading. He would allow this decorating happen to his shop, but Patty was going to have to bring it all down when the holidays were over, and Nero was dealing with that tree.

Patty began humming some sort of Christmas song, something about 12 days and leaping lemurs or something. Something told Dante that particular song was going to become an annoying reality in the coming days, but he could really care less.

It would give him something to do to pass the time.

AN: I think the best thing to say here is to not question my thought process. So let's go with that.

~Dagon