Author here. I don't own the characters of DmC: Devil May Cry.
I wrote this on a whim, so I honestly have no plans for now. Just vague ideas that I'll flesh out as they come. I wrote it whilst listening to Kat's theme, which fits her perfectly imo. Its such a sweet melody in comparison to the rest of the game soundtrack. She is a guide for Dante. To me, she's a tragic character because she's been so utterly mistreated.
Kat never seems to smile either. I want to see if Dante can do something about that.
The trailer floor creaks under the weight of his steps. Boots tossed with a thud, the spent hybrid sinks into his bed with a groan.
Things were different now, and yet not. Dante's new trailer stood as a replica of his former care free lifestyle. Nowadays, brutal fights with emerging demons took up most of his time. His taste for clubs died down along with his...libido.
So Dante supposed he had done some changing himself. Funny how that works in just a matter of weeks after his "fated" battle with Vergil.
Vergil.
Not a day has gone by, where Dante has not hated and wondered about the twin. His heartless twin. As to what he was doing in the other realm, Dante assumed he was in the bowels of hell somewhere, climbing and fighting his way to the top.
New Goal: Stop his brother from taking over.
'Fight for freedom,' as The Order would say it.
But Dante found himself hoping their reunion wouldn't come anytime soon.
In all honesty, he didn't know what to make of his jumbled feelings. His love, his hate, and his new found concern for the fate of humanity. (The term 'hero' would appear and vanish as quickly as it came, like a flickering light).
A revolution, Vergil called it.
In the past, a younger and angrier Dante would have heartily taken part in these violent street riots. The thrill and the fire he got when he beat and pounded and vandalized amongst a sea of other angry youngsters made him feel alive and real. Even then he knew how the government worked. They were therapeutic then, but now, the bloody wars and lawlessness only agitated him, because as this revolution waged on, so did the affirmation of his brother's words.
Those words would sting Dante and remind him.
And then there was Kat.
Kat worried him. (Something foreign to him). They decided to part ways after the ordeal. He's forgotten why and hasn't see her since. The odor of her spray paint concoction remained absent and he was starting to miss it. Miss her.
No. That's not it.
Dante was just worried and he had the damned right to be. After hearing her screams, witnessed her broken body and sad eyes, he felt obligated to prevent her from pain, because no one else would. That made him sick. As much as he lived by the "life is unfair" rule, there's exception in Kat's case. She was utterly selfless, self-sacrificing, and unbelievably genuine. At any amount of undeserved pain, she endured like a martyr.
Family gone, friends gone, and left to die, only Dante is here for her now.
Only he can help her.
But his witch has disappeared. Whatever she was up to, he couldn't find out. Slaughtering demon scum took up all of his time now.
Tonight was going to be another sleepless one. It buzzed with loud and explosive noises, making it impossible to get rest.
Dante ignored the light knocking at his door. He was too bone tired to chase away war activists, but placed his gloved palm against Ebony for good measure.
His hand drew away when he heard a soft voice call, "Dante?" from behind the door.
Kat's voice.
Please review, I don't think I cam write if I don't get some feedback and critique.
