Disclaimer: I don't own DMC or any of their characters...never will...cries in corner
This takes place hours after the events of DMC1. Sorry if the information's not accurate but whatever.And yes this is my first DMC fic so hopefully it will get better over time.
A lone figure walked down the starless shore of France. He was a little boy, no older than nine years. He was no different than any other boy, with soft blonde hair and curious blue eyes. He had heard rumors of an explosion of some sort on Mallet Island, a seemingly uninhabited island according to the townspeople. There were previous rumors that the place was crawling with demons. His mother had told him to stay away from the shore and not to wander off, but in the end curiosity had gotten the better of him. So, in the depths of the night he sneaked off from his home to go see if the rumors were true.
The boy wandered farther away until he was a few miles from his home. It was then that he noticed that he was high above a cliff overlooking the sea. Staring down, he could see sharp ragged rocks and merciless unrelenting waves. Amidst it he could make out what looked like pieces of broken metal. With curiosity once again getting the better of him, he ran down the trail leading to the bottom of the cliff.
Once there, suddenly felt an unexplainable cold. It was a kind of chill full of hatred and malice that made him want to run back to the safety and warmth of his home. As he drew nearer he could faintly hear unsteady ragged breathing. With that, the little boy was filled with terror. He remembered other rumors of how the ruined island was filled with demons and monsters. He didn't believe in monsters or demons for that matter. He kept telling himself that as he took shaky steps closer. Slowly he turned to see whatever the creature was and his eyes widened.
Lying prone was a man, or what looked like a man for it was hard to tell because of the black material covering him. Upon closer inspection he realized it was some type of armor. Taking another step towards him he saw a shine of silver hair. Could this be a human? He tentatively poked the side of this man's face. When he got no response, he flipped him on his back with great difficulty considering what he was wearing.
The boy stared in awe at what he saw. The man's face, aside from a few pieces of dirt and sand, was absolutely beautiful, almost angelic-like. All fear was forgotten as the boy tried to wake him up, thinking that a man this beautiful could not be evil. Fearing that the man might be gravely wounded, he was about to go and call for help when the figure stirred. With a sigh of relief, he was about to address him when he noticed another bright metallic object he had in his hand. He reached his right hand out to examine it but before he could even blink, he heard a soft swishing sound and then the sound of a metallic clink. He was trying to figure out what happened, but it was when he heard the sound of liquid dripping that he looked down and screamed when he saw his own hand was severed off so fast that he didn't even feel it at first. He screamed even louder when he felt the pain, clutching his bleeding stump. His screaming was cut short when a hand rung around his neck. The hand was cold, it felt like death itself. The man rose, still grasping the boy's neck in one hand. It was then when they were standing almost face-to-face that the boy saw the man's face again. Instead of the angelic face, he saw an empty soul; rage and hunger for power was the only thing that could be seen from the man's cold piercing eyes. His lips parted slightly, revealing his devilish fangs. His eyes bled red as he said, "You should suffice for now."
The boy didn't even have time to cry as the demon started devouring him; claws and fangs slowly ripping through muscle and bone, as if enjoying every second of tasting the poor boy. He could only try to scream from his pierced throat as the devil started to drain him, ravishing him of every single drop of blood in his body. The man smirked against the still struggling boy, enjoying slowly killing him. It had been too long since he had last been able to kill and he was enjoying every second of it. The taste of this boy's blood was his elixir to his weakened body. Not even ten seconds had passed and the boy had already been bled dry. Frowning slightly, the man threw aside the boy and took in his surroundings. He felt the blood kick in his veins, although it was not enough to fully heal him, it would do for now. Wiping the blood off of his sword, he smiled sadistically into the reflection of his blade. As he started to move, chunks of his armor crumbled away, leaving him almost completely naked. Without even sparing a second glance to the corpse, he slowly walked off towards the nearby town, only one single thought in his mind.
"Power, I need more power..."
A few days later, the little boy's body was discovered, almost nothing left of him because of the swarm of seagulls that tore away at what remained of his flesh. The sight left people afraid because they knew only a demon could cause this much devastation. From what remained of the boy, investigators could not tell how he died, but they feared that it might have been a demon. With all the talk about demons on Mallet a few days ago, they were reluctant to bring up anymore talk of demons that would frighten the people even more. Upon hearing the news that they discovered the boy's body, his mother was mortified when she saw her son's mutilated corpse. The look of fear and sorrow in the investigator's eyes showed her that they were not telling her the entire story.She begged and demanded to know the truth.
After what seemed like hours, they gave her a phone number of a person they believed could help her. With vengeance in her mind, she picked up a phone and dialed the number. After a few rings, a man's voice answered saying, "Devil Never Cry, what do you want?"
Well, I'm done with my first ever chapter. Read and Review if you liked it!!!!
