AvatarofBahamut (LittleBlackDragon on Deviantart) Presents
Dante and the Girl Next Door: A Devil May Cry Fanfiction
This fanfiction has been rated T for teen by the author. It contains action and fantasy violence, occasional descriptions of blood, brief mild profane language, and sexually suggestive dialogue or situations.
As with many fanfictions, the author does not own any of the original Devil May Cry Games, books, manga, anime series, or any characters from any of these that are used.
Enjoy! Feedback is always welcome.
Chapter One: Dante
Patty set her broom and dustpan back in the closet in the back of the room and dusted off her pink apron. Light from the afternoon sun was filtering in through the frosted glass windows, pouring over the wooden floor. She untied her curly blonde hair, then folded up her apron neatly and placed it in her backpack. The little girl looked down at her white polo and pink skirt and noticed a gray smudge across her sleeve. Her bright azure eyes widened in dismay.
"Oh…I got dust on my clothes! My mom just bought this outfit for me from Aeropostale!"
"It's no big deal, that stuff washes off anyway, doesn't it? If that's the worst thing that you have to deal with, you're in good shape."
She saw Dante across the room, reclining in a chair with his feet on his desk and a magazine draped over his face. He was in his usual outfit consisting of a black form-fitting long-sleeved shirt, a scarlet buckled vest, and similarly shaded pants with a black belt and leather straps around one leg. His boots came just below his knees with decorative straps around the rim.
"I'd argue with you, but I have to leave now so I can go work on my homework with my friend Alicia."
It had been a month or so since Patty had been reunited with her mother. Until then, Dante had been looking after her as an orphan since her mother had been missing and she had no other family to speak of. The two of them wound up staying in the same town but in a neighborhood on the opposite end. Last week school had started for the year so she only stopped by every now and then.
The truth was she missed hanging around the office of Devil May Cry and even though Dante would never admit it, he appreciated her company. He was happy to see her with her mom again but when she had originally left it hit him hard having to get used to not seeing the little girl in his office almost every day.
"Yeah, yeah, ok…You go do that, then."
Devil May Cry was a quaint place. The main room where the office was had a surprising amount of space. Dante's desk was relatively free of papers since he his them in his desk drawers but he had a phone and a photograph of his mother off to one side. There were two fairly worn red couches, a rug and table, a TV, a fridge, and an audio set underneath the stairs that lead to the roof.
He had what appeared to be a pelt mounted behind his desk as well as a collection of swords, firearms, and other weaponry. Off to the side a door leading to his private living space and near the main entrance was a vintage, brightly colored jukebox.
Patty grabbed her backpack and started to head out the door when Dante's agent opened the door and walked in, tossing the cigarette he was smoking into the trash nearby.
"Oh, hey there Morrison!" She greeted him before taking her leave. He nodded to her and turned his attention to Dante.
"Napping as always, I see?"
"Not anymore. Let me guess, this is about a job, right?"
"What else would it be? I told you about it over the phone last night, remember? The client is on his way over right now; he insisted on coming to your office to meet with you."
Morrison was a middle-aged man with combed back light brown hair, dark eyes, and a thick mustache. He wore a grey fedora and matching long coat over his suit, which consisted of a white shirt, a purple vest, and slacks with a nice pair of shoes.
Dante removed his feet from his desk and sat up straight as he heard the sound of a car pulling up and parking just outside of his office.
"I take it that would be the client, then?"
The magazine fell from his face and hit the desk, revealing the cool expression on his face. Dante's brushed down silvery white hair fell in front of his steel blue eyes, which were fixed on the door as he heard the sound of a car trunk opening and then slamming shut.
Morrison opened the door and a young man in an automated wheelchair wearing sunglasses entered in carrying a briefcase in his lap.
"So, you must be Dante," he spoke in a cordial tone, "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Robert Cole."
He hesitated.
The man was in his late twenties, with a slight tan, shaggy black hair, and olive-green eyes hidden behind his dark shades. He wore a navy suit without a tie and a comfortable pair of loafers.
"It didn't sound like it at first when Mr. Cole started to tell me his story, but when he mentioned demons I knew this would be up your alley and I recommended you."
"I know most people wouldn't believe me if I told them. But I heard a rumor there was a devil hunter of near legendary skill in this city that ran a business called Devil May Cry. So I called Morrison to see if he could arrange for me to meet with you."
"And how did you hear a rumor like that? Most people don't know what I actually do for a living." Dante folded up his magazine and set if off to the side.
"I may be in a wheelchair, but I get around. Besides, if you were in a situation such as mine, you be willing to dig a little deeper than normal to find help," Robert explained, "I wasn't sure at first but your agent assures me I can trust you to do your job well."
"You say the job involves demons? You've got my attention. What do you want me to do?" Dante kept his eyes on Robert, whose expression became riddled with anxiety.
"Please, allow me to explain my situation first…before anything else…I find it will fully cover what I am asking for," He took a deep breath, "It's a little more complicated than you might imagine…or not. I don't know. But…it all started because of my older brother, Richard."
Robert held onto his briefcase tightly.
"My brother has always been the kind to hold a grudge, but I never imagined he would go as far as to dabble in black magic and summon demons to this world to enact his vengeance upon people he thinks did him wrong.
Richard had eight people murdered by demons and their corpses stolen. I went to confront him on his streak of revenge and only then I learned he had other reasons for doing what he did…"
"When you told me this story earlier you said he told you he was planning to summon a powerful demon lord using the corpses as part of the ritual," Morrison cut in, "But you left your story at that. Still, I can't help but feel that wasn't the whole story, or was it?"
"No…I wanted you and Dante both to hear this."
"So…you want me to stop your brother from summoning this…demon lord? And take out the other demons he summoned, I take it."
"Yes. That is part of it. But, my brother said in order to complete the ritual and persuade the demon lord to his will he required a LIVE sacrifice in addition to the corpses he collected."
"I highly doubt a human can persuade a demon lord to do anything…not in most cases."
"That's not the point! He planning to have an innocent person killed in one of the most horrible ways imaginable! He plans to have them eaten alive by a demon…in order to punish me."
"So you're his final target, the person he wants to take revenge on the most. Otherwise he would have tried to add you to the list of corpses."
"Perhaps," Robert paused, "Actually, I have no doubt in my mind. Ever since we were kids he hated how I seemed to be the more gifted and blessed of the two of us. I was the most successful, and our parents doted on me more because I was the younger brother…and of course, it became even more so after I became paralyzed. It was due to a spinal injury I received from being hit by a car when I was fifteen years old."
He set down the briefcase and folded his hands.
"But," He added, "That wasn't what sent my brother over the edge, I think. We were both in love with the same woman, and in the end I was the one she chose to marry. He feels like everything he wanted I took from him. And now, he wants to make me suffer by taking something from me…But, the last thing he said to me the day I confronted him…was that if he were to kill me, I would not suffer the way he wanted me to. He wanted me to live and watch helplessly as something precious to me would be devoured."
He looked up at the devil hunter.
"Dante, I know I might be asking a lot of you. I do want you to get rid of the demons he's already summoned and try to stop him. However, part of stopping him will include preventing him from obtaining his live sacrifice…that precious something to me…I want you to protect that precious something…rather…SOMEONE."
Robert reached inside his pocket and pulled out a photograph of a girl just shy of twenty years old. He sighed.
"At first I worried my wife, Octavia, was the one he was after. But, I know my brother better than anyone and he wouldn't give up something he himself valued so much. No, he would be losing her a second time in his mind.
He had someone else in mind. She's a close friend of mine and my wife as well. I've known her since she was a baby and have come to treat her like family. And Richard knew she was such to me…which is why I'm almost positive she's the one in danger! "
He handed the photograph to Dante, who studied it carefully. Dante looked out the window and back at Robert with a serious expression.
"I've met this girl once before."
"You have? I suppose… She lives in the apartment building across the street from here. I was rather surprised when Morrison told me where your office was. She's never said anything to me though…"
Robert breathed heavily.
"She probably has no idea what's really going on…I've hardly told her anything at all…But she'll have to know if I want to keep her alive.
Please, Dante! Act as her bodyguard until you can find a way to stop Richard!"
He picked up his briefcase again and opened it, revealing that the interior was packed with bundles of hundred-dollar bills.
"As you can surely tell…I'm desperate for this madness to end…If you're not sure if you want the job, I'm willing to pay you part of your fee up front…and expenses should you incur any."
"Mr. Cole runs a successful advertising company that's based here in town. He's assured me that money and payment wouldn't be an issue." Morrison took the case after Robert closed it and handed it to him.
Dante smirked.
"You're being awfully generous…you really must be desperate."
"Yes I am. I also know I probably explained more than I needed too." Robert let out a nervous laugh.
"You do seem to talk a lot."
"It's a part of my profession…it has a tendency to sneak into other things as well."
Dante nodded. There was a pause before he spoke.
"I'll take the job."
Robert trembled a bit but quickly worked to regain his composure. Dante didn't want to say it, but he had been interested in the job before Robert gave his elaborate backstory to the situation. However, his story also aroused Dante's interest.
Morrison stood up with the briefcase of money in hand.
"I…I can't thank you enough, really." Robert replied shakily.
"In that case, we'll take the upfront payment you've so generously offered," Morrison said, tapping the briefcase, "However, I will be holding onto this until Dante finishes this job, on the condition that it is done RIGHT."
Dante's expression grew embittered.
"Hey, Dante. He said he's willing to pay expenses. You're always complaining about clients leaving you bills instead of a paycheck… if you do this job well you might actually have a paycheck for once…"
"Oh my…that doesn't sound too good." Robert mused, "But, if you are as good as I have heard, then I'm sure it'll be worth the trouble."
Robert thanked him again and Morrison prepared to head out to his car with the briefcase. After a few minutes he came back in and sat on the couch, picking a cigarette from his pocket. Robert finally let out a sigh.
"Wonderful! You can start by picking up my friend tonight and escorting her to my family estate. I live across town so it'll be a short drive for you."
As he turned around to leave, Morrison quickly got up and opened the door for him.
"But please…do me a favor? Don't talk to her about what's going on until after you're on the road. I don't want the people at the museum getting freaked out…or giving my brother an excuse to add more bodies to his list of carnage."
He left to get himself into his car and Morrison closed the door behind him.
"I did some investigating of my own. There's been a rumor about a man in a suit running around the city pier with a band of demons. From what I've been able to dig up and from what Mr. Cole has told me the description of the man matches his brother Richard."
The afternoon sun was starting to drift behind the trees as evening was soon to set in. Dante grabbed his red coat and his favorite weapons. One was a large sword with a skull engraved in the handle, named Rebellion. His other choice weapons were a pair of forty-five caliber custom pistols, one black and one white, named Ebony and Ivory.
"So, you think I should investigate before I go get the girl?"
"He said part of your job was wiping out the lesser demons under his brother."
"Well, then, I guess it's showtime!"
To Be Continued