Devil May Cry:
Trust of Redemption
The air was calmer than usual this late winters night, something a town redden with thieves and murders, did not happen too often. The thieves and murders however, were sometimes not human at all. The town of Fortuna was blanketed with a good 8 inches of snow, and there was something going on inside a bar near the side edge of Fortuna...
Three men and a woman were sitting at a table in the far corner talking louder than the others in the bar, others meaning four or five people. One stood out more than the others, a younger, well-built man, maybe in his late twenties, wearing a red trench coat and carrying a large, thin box with a strap around it. His hair was as white as the snow outside and slightly grew out over his eyes, enough that you could not see his eyes. Even though he was a rare person indeed, no one except his friends knew who he was, and he only had a few of them, who could survive as well as himself, his name, is Dante.
Dante was sitting at a table all by himself, minding his own business, but the four sitting in the corner was a completely different story. It was easy to here what they were saying. "Did you guys here about the murders in the past few days?" the woman said. "Yeah" responded one of the other men, "I heard that 34 were found massacred in 3 days!" "Now isn't that a shame" the other man said "I bet it was some kind of Gang violence, I mean, who could kill that many that quickly so suddenly!" The last man was quiet and did not say anything, but nodded when he was spoken too. Then after the three of them started talking more about the murders, something happened. The woman that started the conversation fell to the floor, head lobbed off completely and blood spewing in complete disorder, covering the table, chairs, and floor. Then the one man stood up and started to say "What the!" but was cut off as a black, spidery leg shot through his throat and chest, killing him instantly, his crimson blood flying in a few different directions, mixing with the blood already spilled everywhere. Dante looked up to see the chaos and killing going on and saw what did it. The man that did not speak had four large spider legs sprouting out of his back, and his normal two eyes, had been replaced with six new ones.
The last man was able to say something, but did not live much longer, as the what used to be normal human, was now a large demon spider, bit the man in half with the sharp, hellish teeth it was equipped with. As the spider began to eat the three dead bodies, the other few people ran outside screaming for their lives, all but one. Dante still just sat there, not paying attention to the large, monster that stood not 15 feet away from him. The spider finished it meal of the four humans and was still hungry; it approached Dante slowly, for it was confused on why he did not run with the others. Its legs bumping into chairs and tables as it walked towards the odd human, and reached for him slowly…
Dante opened his eyes, smiled, "Bad call," he said to the Hellish Spider, and with quick, blink and you miss reflexes, pulled out a silver handgun with the words "Ivory" engraved on the side, and fired a single shot into the spider's mouth. The Spider's brains and other matter flew out the backside of the arachnids now misshapen head. The demon fell to the ground dissolved into darkness and disappeared from the bar. Dante stood up, put the silvery handgun away in his coat, and started for the door. As he passed the main portion of the bar, he placed a couple of dollars on the counter and said coolly, "You may want to clean this place up before morning, it looks like a mess." Dante smiled as he passed threw the doorway into the street, and inside the bar, the bartender got up from behind the counter and stared at the bodies and blood all over the floor, walls, and ceiling. "I need a vacation," the bartender meekly said as he reached for a mop.
Dante walked down the barren street towards his shop, with the neon sign that said "Devil May Cry" flickering brightly. It was close to dawning, and he was a nighttime kind-of person. Once he got to the shop door, he heard someone calling his name from behind him. He turned toward the voice and saw a young woman, walking towards him. She was wearing a black outfit, long black hair, and brown, chestnut eyes. She wore black fingerless gloves, the kind a martial artist wears when fighting. She approached him and raised her hand offering a handshake. Dante shaked her hand in response and she started to smile and said, "Hello, my name is Tifa, Tifa Lockheart!" She paused and than said "Are you Dante, the Devil Hunter?" "Yeah, the one and only" Dante responded. "Good! I finally found you!" Tifa said loudly. "I think I could use your help." Dante frowned, he usually did not take jobs from those who just walked up to him and told him what to do, it was usually a trap or someone wanting revenge on him. However, there was something about this girl, something different. "Ok, shoot" Dante said meekly. "Thank you" "Now I have a problem, I am looking for this" she held out a picture of what looked like a silver coin with four empty slots inside of it, and a picture of what appeared to be a gate imprinted on its face, one slot for
each corner of the gate. "What is it, an antique?" "Sorry, I'm not a treasure hunter. Have the police or someone find it." Tifa then stopped Dante and quickly added," Do you known what this coin has a picture of? It is the gate to heaven, supposedly." Dante stopped, and looked closer at the odd object. "So…Why do you need my help? Why would you go looking for a piece of trash like that?" Tifa got angry at what Dante's observation of the artifact concluded. "It's not a piece of trash!" Tifa shouted. "It's my friend's last wish before he disappeared, to find this "Key" and find what it goes too!"
Tifa started to get very upset with Dante; she never thought he would be this stubborn to help someone in need like her. Then she remembered something, Dante hunted demons…maybe she could lie to him, saying that she mite have troubles with demons along the way, but what would he do to her if he found out? She could fight, but she was not sure of Dante's abilities, but before she could say anything Dante said something that shocked her. "Ok, will start in the morning, meet me here at 7:30, any later and its no deal, understand?" Tifa beamed brightly," Oh, yes! I'll be right on time!" she smiled and walked into the distance, towards the town square. Dante then walked inside his old, unsightly shop where he would answer calls and take jobs. The walls had many different sized demon skulls with an arsenal of swords stabbed though most. He also had an old pool table, a rickety desk, an odd telephone, and a picture of his mother, Eva on the desk covered in dust and cobwebs. Dante moved towards the chair behind the desk and sat on it, placing his feet on top of the desk, as always. He sighed and thought to himself Man; I always have a job to do, no time for myself anymore. Well, at least she is cute; maybe this would be fun after all, spending this much time with a girl. Dante smirked as he started to think about the next day. He sat there for at least an hour before getting up and going to bed.
End of Chapter 1
