Chapter 1: Dreams, Incursions and Observations.
"Beware the nightmare."
FOREWORD:
This takes place primarily in The Melancholy of Suzumiya Haruhi's universe and timeframe. Devil May Cry and the OCs and even the primary antagonists are all from different universes, expect to see Dante reacting to his fanbase through occasional comments.
This is a dark setting and will feature horrific situations for our beloved "goddess" that will reshape how she sees the world, of course Dante will be there to save the day though his enemy is different then the usual demons he fights. Furthermore as usual an OC will appear in the story, he will have his own motivations and abilities.
Warning for kiddies: Freddy Kruger was a clown compared to the stuff that's about to happen, though to me most scenes of horror don't really hit me, there are the fickle, also there will be mild language though in today's world sadly many of you will likely have already been exposed to it but alas, I place this warning in hopes that those who aren't ready for the world of my version of true horror (Utter Hopelessness rather than gore and seductive scenes, there is no hope for mere humans in this story.)
On a secondary note, this IS a T rated story, do not expect anything related to sexual encounters or excessive language (the F bomb is censored if it occurs but it will occur on occasion due to realism. The battlestar galactica F bomb however is not censored since technically frak is not considered profanity, it's a good alternative for those seeking to lower their bombing sprees.)
Let the story begin.
Point of View: Suzumiya Haruhi l Time Frame : Second School Year l Date: May 28th, 2004 l Universe : AU-119ECL l Location : Dreamscape.
She was alone, where she was she could not tell. The last thing she remembered was falling asleep after receiving a present from the SOS-dan for their anniversary, despite her appreciation she was, for once too tired to open the gift immediately and had planned to do so in the morning.
Her dreams sometimes got like this, she knew she was asleep and she had partial control, what many call Lucid Dreaming, it was something she kept to herself but this dream was slightly different, normally with some effort she could alter the shape of what was going on but she was powerless here in this dimly lit hallway.
She examined her surroundings, finding a large hallway dimly lit by candles on placeholders across the walls, two doors on the opposite sides, doors they could probably be called as they looked more like a glass mirror on each but instead of showing a reflection, they showed another world.
The door ahead showed her home city, Kobe, the door behind her showed another city, slightly different but seemingly another Kobe but it began to darken.
As always her enthusiasm for the unknown caused her to want to know more as she approached the darkening door, it was a bit of a walk but when she was about 20 or so meters from it, shadows erupted from it, the ends extending towards her seemed to be the heads of dragons, a dark mist substance comprised them.
Something overcame her, the look in these entities' eyes shouted what could only be interpreted as killing intent, instinct overcame her as her eyes widened and she darted towards the other door, now farther away as she had closed the distance to the darkening door.
Just as she was halfway through, one of the shadow dragons detached a whip of the mist material that made it's form and wrapped it around her, tripping her and pulling her towards it as she struggled with futility to escape it's grasp.
A gunshot of all things broke the shadow's grip and she darted towards the end, noticing now two new doors on the sides of the walls next to the one she was running towards, standing by one of the new doors was a sight that made Haruhi only even more sure this was a dream.
Dante, from the Devil May Cry series, his red trenchcoat and silver hair stood out along with him holding Ivory in his left hand and Rebellion in his right as he resumed a barrage of fire on the shadows, Haruhi brushed past him before touching the door to home.
Morning
She woke, covered in sweat likely from the fear of the nightmare she had just experienced, taking a look around she was convinced she was awake. She was also panting, as if out of breath from the running though she was not physically exhausted. Rarely, very rarely does she get nightmares and usually they are some stupid senseless thing but this was different, this was outright terrifying though still she was able to shrug it off, after-all it was just a dream.
Right?
POV Shift: Dante
He sighed as he looked about the hallway before holstering his guns and the vision ended
Waking up from his nap he took the magazine off his face and examined his surroundings, nothing was out of order, his variety of devil arms was about the walls, an empty pizza box on the table and the picture of his mother on opposite end of the phone.
He got up, his trenchcoat was hanging on it's rack though he was still wearing his leather vest and gloves, he kicked the table, sending the phone to his hand as he pressed it against his ear and rolled the chair to face the phone as he dialed his local pizza parlor.
About 10 minutes later he had restocked his store with two extra large supreme pizzas and yet again, they forgot to hold the anchovies though he shrugged, he was starting to get an acquired taste for them though he'll still wait and see how long it takes for them to get it right (Probably never.).
After finishing one of the pizzas rather quickly he opened the second box and the environment around him flashed between his office and the hallway, soon he was back in the hallway and was getting irritated. This time the darkened mirror had no pajama clad teenager running nor the odd bloodless demons that were chasing her, instead the mirror across the wall from him darkened and the swarm attacked him again, slamming him into his own mirror and sending him back to his office as what appeared to be a Hellgate's runes floating midair above the city, it reminded him of the Temin-ni-gru attack on the place more than two decades ago (He should be a middle aged man by now but apparently he inherited that bloody longevity from his father though he didn't really care much about it.)
The demons immediately wrecked his shop and as some kind of sick joke, devoured the last pizza as they slammed Dante halfway across the city, it was then revealed that millions if not billions of them were pouring out of the hellgate they had formed and they were quickly demolishing buildings, Dante was done playing around and summoned his Devil arms, all of them, to his essence and activated his devil trigger to break the grasp of the shadow swarm, he noticed one of the shadows attacking a bystander, it slammed into him, absorbing into him and seemingly possessing him as the man's eyes then turned crimson red with a glow for a moment.
Is that what they just tried to do to him? For some reason he was immune to their possession and he quickly unleashed Ebony & Ivory (whom he always keeps on his person at all times when not cleaning and polishing them, even when asleep.)
Dante unleashed his barrage on the shadows that had invaded his home and found his munitions were very effective at dispelling the creatures though the sheer number was beginning to overwhelm him, what's worse is he had to immediately turn and slice in half a missile from Kalina Ann, he stared at Lady in the distance and noticed her eyes were no longer different colors just as a surge of electricity knocked her unconscious.
"Figures, she is only human after all." said Dante as Trish landed near him and pointed at the hellgate, saying "They stopped flowing into the city, but I don't think they're even sentient."
Dante turned around and realized what she meant when a large, shapeless (If it could be given any shape it would resemble some kind of tentacle) shadow descending from the portal which was widening, a voice boomed across the city.
"This universe is now controlled by the shadows, none will stand in our way. I hope this world's protector, the devil hunter Dante can cope with failure."
This ticked him off, whoever and whatever was attacking was underestimating him and even taunting him, before he could say anything however, a portal formed beneath him, it's energies familiar somewhat, Mundus perhaps?
All that he knew after that was that he was free-falling from some 10,000 feet over the city he saw in the central portal that was yet to be darkened.
He's survived worse, then again, it was going to hurt, at least somehow his trenchcoat was flung here as well as it was fluttering down slowly. Dante barely managed to grab it by the sleeve and pull it to him, quickly putting it on before executing an Air Hike, nullifying all the built up kinetic energy from his 10,000 foot drop, just mere inches from the roof of a hospital.
Looking about he sensed an air of tranquility, looking up he saw the portal close.
"Great, so I'm trapped here. Wherever here is." he said.
POV : Ray Zenji l Age : 17 l Ethnic: Caucasian/Hispanic mix l Height : 5"2 l Weight l 100 lbs
Short Black Hair, Brown Eyes and a bored expression made his look as he stared out the window of a train on the way to his new school, it was difficult being on his own but then again, he had no choice.
He looked at the sky, eyes fixating on something, no Someone who was falling, the appearance ordinarily would just be a red dot falling from the sky but his heightened senses could make out who it was, a sigh made itself from his mouth as he focused his attention to his front as he sat up, the train had reached his stop.
Walking out into the crowds he looked around him, the place was naive and tranquil, he had hoped it would remain such for a bit longer but what he just saw suggested they were getting closer.
He sighed and continued walking, heading towards his new place of education (Not that he needed it, he had already blazed through it but here he had no history of that, he had to go through this all over again.).
His uniform began to become a common sight as he made his way up the small hill, he noticed one oddity though paid little attention to it, one of the girls had a red armband around it with the words Brigade Chief on it, or at least in Japanese, his ability to instantly interpret new languages both written and spoken came in handy often.
He always made acute surveys of his surroundings, he also noticed her hair was short and brown, she headed towards the staircase so she was likely an upperclassman. He shrugged as he headed to his class, getting some odd feeling from that girl, some kind of energy that she was emanating which hinted that she wasn't an ordinary human.
At least that meant she couldn't be possessed if they came here.
POV Shift : Dante
After leaving the hospital Dante made sure to keep his weapons, including his firearms linked to his essence instead of on his person, he could summon them when he needs them but they aren't visible or detectable now.
Japan of all places, and in a different world too since there were not even rumors of a serious demon attack. Always some bull regarding ghosts and haunting but nothing that caught his attention.
He noticed something else too, he didn't have any Japanese currency and he sighed, he also lacked pretty much anything else to identify him and he chuckled at the thought of being "deported" since he wasn't from this world, there was no method mankind had in this world to send him back to his. What confused him though was the energies that opened the portal under him, it seemed like the same energies Mundus used to create the mirror portal on Mallet Island where he first faced his brother in his Nelo Angelo form. If so then why? However the power was emanating from the portal rather than from elsewhere, perhaps whomever pulled him here was from here. Another universe perhaps? He sighed, glad that he knew that one Japanese group that hired him to take on demons, if it wasn't for that job he wouldn't have learned the language, both written and spoken.
He decided to fish around for anything of supernatural nature, honing his senses and he did sense something, a girl up ahead wearing a white button shirt and a white short skirt to go with it. Her long orange hair fluttered in the soft wind and irked Dante's interest.
It wasn't a demonic aura that was coming from her, more like techno-sorcery, something he had some experience with as that was the foundation for Ebony & Ivory.
She looked directly at him, his expression was more carefree than concerned or confused rather and she began walking up to him slowly but with some kind of intent in her eyes, sadly it was not the kind of intent he had hoped it would be, she was veiling some hostility but also some curiosity brought itself to surface as if he was some kind of oddity.
He then realized something, everyone was giving him odd looks, occasionally a giggle or two from some women but not in the usual gossiping way.
She was close when she said "Are you lost?"
Dante nodded and said "Yeah, is something wrong with the way I'm dressing? I keep getting odd looks."
She chuckled a bit and said "Well I suppose we don't get many cosplayers around here so it is kind of odd that your dressed the way you are."
Dante rose an eyebrow and asked "Cosplay? Well who do I look like?"
She was slightly confused for a second before smiling again and saying "You look like Dante, from the Devil May Cry series. You're not stuck on some dare or something are you?"
Dante stared at her for a moment before it sank in.
It was another universe, and here he was known as a fictional character.
He quickly changed his act, playing along with it and saying "Yeah, I lost a bet. I'm familiar with a few things but not everything on the series. Heh, I kind of get that since my name actually is Dante."
His lie worked as she seemed to believe it, she waved once and walked off in the other direction whilst saying "Well I hope you don't lose any more bets, see you."
He waved back and then sighed, that was an odd encounter.
No money and no housing, no identity either, well he did know a few things about hypnotism that he could try, perhaps he could set himself up as long as he doesn't abuse it. Really though he learned about it in order to dispel it, demons use it all the time, it would probably be second nature for him to try it out though he rarely used it as it made him feel like the ones he was hunting, as if he was stooping to a new low. This situation however gave him no choice. If he was a fictional character here then he wouldn't be able to get away with the surname Sparda, he'd probably pick something generic like Smith.
To be continued...