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Chapter One: Devil May Cry

"Dante," shouted Patty, "this place is a mess!"

The Devil Hunter's only response was to roll over on the couch. Growling, Patty grabbed the mop bucket full of dirty water, and dumped it on the unsuspecting devil. Dante jumped up only to dodge the bucket flying at his head. His success was short lived when a sword hilt rapped him on the back of the head.

"Jesus, Vergil, that hurt," whined Dante from the floor.

"Your childish squabbles are annoying!" said Vergil. "I'm trying to read and your ruckus is bothering me. So shut up, get up, and clean your damn mess."

Vergil returned to the arm chair while Dante walked over to his desk and brushed all the pizza boxes into the trash can. Patty, once he moved, took the can and went outside to empty it in the dumpster by the side of the building before she continued her cleaning. Dante turned the jukebox on before lying back down on the couch, tapping his foot to the beat. Vergil had picked up the book on the arm of the chair, continuing where he left off. The phone on Dante's desk began to ring, breaking the flow of energy they had just created. Vergil, after the third ring, set his book down again and walked over to answer it since Dante had made no attempt. Vergil hated it when Dante ignored the phone. Calls meant jobs, and jobs meant money; something Dante seemed unable to keep. Since Vergil lived with him that meant he wasn't in the way of a lot of money either. Most of his earnings seemed to be used to buy necessities while Dante bought pizza and strawberry sundaes.

"Hello?"

Patty stopped dusting and leaned on the side of the desk to listen. Her arms were crossed on the surface.

"I see," said Vergil. "Where?"

Grinning, Dante jumped off the couch and walked behind the desk to the weapons case. Snatching his coat off the stand, he slipped his arms into the sleeves. Dante grabbed his dual guns, Ebony and Ivory, and his sword, Rebellion, off the wall.

"We have a demon nest downtown. Near the ruins of Temen-ni-gru," informed Vergil. "Ten thousand, providing you can restrain from getting too flashy."

"Come on Verge, where's the fun in that?" grinned Dante as he headed out the door.

Patty continued with her cleaning, glad that Dante couldn't get in her way. Once the downstairs was successfully clean Patty went upstairs. Sure she was fifteen and Dante made it hard on her sometimes but the truly enjoyed cleaning. She also got to hang out with Dante who she did adore. He was like the older brother she never had. He had saved her from demons on multiple occasions.

"Dante!"

Sighing, Patty went to the landing. The door was open, obviously not very nicely either. Lady was in the room, looking around. Nero was standing behind her.

"Dante!" shouted Lady again.

"He left," replied Patty. "He and Vergil went on a job."

"Where?" asked Lady.

Patty shrugged. "Downtown, I think."

Lady ran out the door, slamming it behind her. Nero winced with the force of the door. Lady's motorcycle started up and the noise soon grew quieter as she drove off. She was most likely going to find them. She tried every way possible to leach money out of Dante since he owed her so much of the simple paper.

Nero put his sword, Red Queen, on the wall next to where Rebellion hung. He put Blue Rose, his gun, under where Ebony and Ivory hung. Flopping on the couch Nero grabbed the magazine and flipped it open to a random page.

Patty had found it ironically funny that after Nero moved in Dante had found out Vergil was still alive but trapped in hell. During Vergil's rescue they had learned that Nero was his son. This had all happened a year ago, four months after Dante and Nero had defeated the Order of the Sword. Nero had actually finally became comfortable enough to call Vergil dad and Vergil actually answered to it. Dante had found this incredibly funny and spent two days laughing about it. Trish had moved out shortly after Nero moved in. She now owned an apartment in town, so Vergil was given her old room. The incident with Mundus on Mallet Island had left a sour feeling between Vergil and Trish. While they didn't always like being around each other they learned to tolerate each other. Lady had gotten over her dislike and mistrust for Vergil too. She was still convinced he was pure evil but had stopped trying to kill him. Dante had to step in several times on such occasions because Vergil only had to look at her wrong before she would claim he was an evil devil and try to end him.

"When'd they leave?" asked Nero.

"Not that long ago," said Patty. "Lady may actually catch them."

"Dad would be pleased about that," joked Nero. "He's not happy about the old man not using any of his money to help out. Lady trying to take what little we have and always hammering Dante out of cash is staring to piss him off. Trish and Morrison aren't helping either."

"Well its Dante's fault that he's so far in debt he can't see the sunlight. Maybe you and Vergil could commit mutiny and kick him out until he learns to actually use his money wisely."

Nero gave her a wolfish smile. "Now there's a thought. Maybe we will."

"Why the hell do they always pick places so far away from the closet pizza joint," complained Dante.

Vergil rolled his eye, "Because they don't like pizza."

"How can anyone hate pizza?" asked Dante, "It's awesome!"

This was just one of the many things that Dante had complained about on the drive here. Being unable to stab him was what was pissing Vergil off the most. A dead guy in the passenger side of a car with a sword impaled in him just didn't send the right message to the neighbors. Not that Dante had any. They all ran off when demons kept showing up and wrecking the place.

The area they were at now was abandoned. After Temen-ni-gru people had tried to rebuild but things kept happening and they just stopped. Demons loved to hang around this place. Dante had gotten rid of most of them, but every once in a while a nest of demons would move in. Their client had called about ruckus and what sounded like a fight. Most people around here knew when something happened in this part of town to call Devil May Cry. He had said that when he heard the sound he could see creatures swarming in the sky and a pillar of what looked like black fire had appeared.

"Hey Verge, if this place is swarming with demons then where are they?"

"Gone. I cannot feel the presents of any demons."

Dante walked into one of the buildings while Vergil went and checked another. Walking inside, Dante saw part of the roof was caved in. Some of the far wall was also destroyed and several pieces of broken furniture could be seen lying all over the floor. Pushing aside the door Dante entered the kitchen. As he was looking around he felt his foot slide out from under him; he caught himself on the cabinet.

"What the…?"

Reaching down Dante's hand met a wet, sticky substance. He brought his hand up to his nose and smelled what was on it.

"Blood?" he muttered to himself.

Tasting it, Dante quickly spit the foul substance out before standing up to seek out Vergil. He left the way he came. Entering the building Vergil had gone into Dante located him in one of the back rooms after jogging through the various doors. Dante saw Vergil near the back wall, kneeling. Upon closer inspection Dante saw a body. The body was of a girl, about twenty-two of age. She had long brownish-red hair and her eyes were open and terrified.

"She was like this when I found her," said Vergil before Dante could ask.

Vergil swept his hand over her face, closing her eyes before standing.

"I've found no other bodies, either human or demon," he continued.

"Yeah, well I found blood," replied Dante. "It was demon. I don't know what but something killed them. All of them."

"That appears to be the only explanation," agreed Vergil. "That would also explain why we haven't seen any. But then who killed her; the demons or whatever killed them?"

Despite being like Dante, Nero could at least cook. Since he moved in he had cooked dinner. Pizza was good and all but he just couldn't live off of it. Vergil's moving in only enforced it. Nero, according to Patty, cooked enough to feed an army. Dante ate a lot, Trish and Lady loved to drop by for a free dinner, so how could he not cook a lot? Patty ate there too most of the time and on rare occasions Morrison and Nina, Patty's mom, would join them.

Today was one of those days for Trish. "Hey Kid, where's Dante?"

"Left," said Nero. "Sorry Trish, but he should be back soon."

"It's fine. What are you making?"

"Pasta. Patty wanted it."

"Yep!" smiled Patty.

Patty loved to help Nero. He had taught her all kinds of recipes. When she had asked where he learned to cook, Nero had told her it was Kyrie who taught him. Nero had ended the relationship with her because being around him was always putting her in danger and her parents had great mistrust for him because of his demon heritage. They where also convinced that he was at fault for Credo's death.

Patty often used what she was taught to cook for the other kids at the orphanage. She also cooked for her mother, and Morrison, whom she and her mother where now living with. When dinner was ready Trish helped set the table while Nero fixed the plates. Lady returned in time to eat as well.

"Don't eat it all," said Nero, "We need to save some for Dad, and Dante."

"You know the first time I heard you call Vergil that I nearly died," said Lady.

"I remember," chuckled Nero. "Your expression is hard to forget."

"When do you think they're going to be back?" asked Patty.

Trish shrugged. "I don't know. But this time you're going to call Morrison and your mom and tell them you're here if you want to stay and wait."

The last time Patty had stayed to wait for Dante to come back from a mission, she hadn't told Nina or Morrison, and so they panicked. Nina feared see had been attacked. After several hours of worry and two pissed humans and one half-devil the matter had been resolved but Patty had been forbidden to go anywhere near Devil May Cry for a whole day. She had grown close to everyone here, even the distant Vergil. Vergil had never admitted it but his actions had shown that he had liked her too. He had even saved her from a demon attack when Dante couldn't. Dante had been impressed.

Nero put two plates in the fridge before cleaning up. Trish helped him with the dishes while Patty and Lady sat at the table chatting. When Nero finished they retired to the main room, continuing to wait for Dante and Vergil to return.

Around midnight they finally came back. They had spent most of the day trying to find clues, and their client, who seemed to have mysteriously vanished. Lady was slumped over on the desk, asleep. Nero was asleep on the couch and Patty was lying on top of him using his chest as a pillow. Trish was sitting in the armchair.

"It's about bloody time," she hissed groggily.

"Sorry, Trish, but we got kind of hung up," apologized Dante.

"How?"

"The demons were already destroyed when we arrived," said Vergil. "Our client has disappeared and we found the mangled remains of a woman."

"Who killed her?" asked Trish.

"I'm betting the demons," whispered Dante, "but that only leaves us with the problem of the disappearing client and who killed the demons."

"Disappearing clients and mysteriously killed demons are never a good sign," Trish observed.

The next morning after the situation was explained, Lady went to do some research on what the client had told them. They had wanted to make sure they didn't have turf war going on. When one nest tried to move in on another they usually fought it out, a lot like human gangs did. But when there is a chance a devil is involved things always went south, fast. Vergil said that there was no way a hunter had killed the demons because one; they would have found evidence and two; he wouldn't have left the girl's body. The fact that they had found no demons at all only meant that it wasn't another nest and that only left a devil. Trish had gone to the hot spots where lowly demons loved to hang out. They didn't have much demon power so they couldn't really fight unless they did it as a large group but against any trained hunter or powerful demon they were pretty much useless. They did serve as very good gossipers and always had the latest on the demon world and who was in town.

Dante was asleep and Nero went to buy more groceries. Vergil had sent Patty home. She was currently on one of the many busy roads. The city was packed during this time of day. Cutting threw the park Patty made it to a crosswalk. Suddenly the people seemed to thin, leaving less and less. Patty felt what seemed to be a hand on the middle of her back before she was shoved forwards. She stumbled into the street, stopping in time to see a large truck headed right fore her. She screwed her eyes tightly shut before she felt her feet leave the pavement. With the feeling of flying Patty opened her eyes to see the truck that was going to hit her pass by.

"You should be more careful, Child."

Patty's head shot up at the speaker only to discover he was holding her bridal style.

"Are you alright?" he asked again.

"Y-Yes…" stuttered Patty "But, um… could you put me down? People are staring."

Blinking, the man blushed before setting her on her feet. Looking at the rescuer she could see that he was wearing a solid orange Japanese haori over a full-body black leather outfit. The collar covered his throat and the pants had orange running up the side. His hair was the most startling of all. It was bright orange, about the same color as the haori. It went just past his shoulders. He wore fingerless leather gloves like Dante and black boots that reassembled Vergil's own tan ones.

"There," he said once he was done checking her for injuries. "No injuries, not even a scratch."

Patty nodded numbly, unsure of what to do. Normally she would've just ran but this wasn't a normal situation. He couldn't be dangerous, her pendent wouldn't have allowed him to touch her if he was a demon and he did just save her.

"Please," he began again, "be more careful, Child. It would be a shame if someone at your age was killed in the beginning of their life."

Patty, a little startled by what he said, came out of her stupor. She went to thank him so she could leave but he was nowhere in sight. Looking around for a minute, Patty decided that he was gone and so quickened her pace home. She ran up the driveway before opening the door and quickly shutting it behind her.

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