Okay, this is just a little idea I couldn't get out of my head, therefore I am writing it.

Devil May Cry belongs to Capcom, and Dante's Inferno belongs to Visceral Games and Dante Alighieri

-Dante's Point of view-

Yo. My name's Dante Sparda, and I've had kind of a rough day. First my shop gets trashed by a bunch of demons, then my brother comes pretty much out of nowhere, some stupid stuff that's not really relevant happens, I fight him, get impaled with my own sword, and pretty much black out. At that point, I didn't think my day could get any worse.

Boy, was I wrong.

So I wake up at what seems to be a huge dock, with a lot of naked, skeletal figures shuffling around as if they were approaching something. Then I looked to the sea. It seemed to be night time, but even the darkest winter nights I've been in weren't as dark as this. It was almost pitch black.

Then I saw a large boat with a disturbing figurehead at the bow. I thought it was pretty cool, until I saw the figurehead talk.

"Abandon all hope, ye who enter here." And that's when it hit me.

I'm in Hell.

That boat is Charon.

I feel around my back for Rebellion, and feel empty space. Oh yeah, I forgot, my brother impaled me with it.

I look for Cerberus.

Gone.

Agni and Rudra.

Gone.

Ebony and Ivory.

Gone.

Coyote-A.

Gone.

Of course. I don't even seem to have any vital stars or gold orbs on me.

Well, it IS Hell, I guess I really couldn't expect to be able to defend myself. Wait a second… I've survived worse than what Vergil dealt me, how am I dead?

My thoughts are interrupted when I see a roid raged man with some impressive five o'clock shadow and templar knight armour, along with a sweet crimson tattoo of a cross on his chest, carrying a gigantic scythe made of bones, hacking through the crowd of lost souls.

"Hey, tall, white, and brutal!", I yell out. "Name's Dante. Mind explaining what the literal Hell is going on?"

He looks at me, and even from about 30 meters away I can see the look of confusion on his face.

"Who are you?" He calls out.

"Like I said, my name is Dante! Now will you please tell me what the fu-..."

And then I saw it.

A huge demon, not the kind I fought, no, this is the hardcore kind. He looked legit. I didn't even know what Hell it was from, and I didn't care to know. This thing was almost as big as the Reaper I fought outside my shop, and it was ugly.

Covered in brown fur, huge horns, really it was the whole package.

"No time to talk, young one, get to safety while I slay this foul beast!" The knight said.

Right. Because there are a TON of safe places in Hell. On top of that, I really don't even need to get to safety. I'm pretty good with my fists. I can make this work

While Roid Rage keeps slashing at that thing with his scythe in vain, I quickly dash forward and kick that ugly son of a bitch demon square in the jaw. I swear I can hear a crack. It snarls at me, and I backflip a few meters away.

Man, if you could see the look on this guy's face as I did that. "I got this, old timer." I say.

"Come on, bro!" I beckon it.

As expected, it rushes toward me, claws ready to tear me apart.

Right, like he'll ever get the chance. I kickflip off its arm and kick it in the back of the neck. This time I KNOW I hear something crack.

It falls to the ground as if it I killed it. Okay, maaaaaaybe I put too much force in that kick and snapped its neck. Oh well, there are probably thousands more like this one. And besides, killing demons is my job. Even if it's on their turf.

I walk toward Roid Rage, who is clearly confused.

"You don't look a day over nineteen! How is it you possess such strength and combat aptitude?" He asks, obviously baffled.

"Runs in the family, I guess." I say. I don't think telling this guy that I'm half demon will do me any good right now. Better play it safe.

"Well, I must commend you for such abilities. By the way, what type of clothing is that? I have yet to see anything like it, and I've been to quite a few places." He questions.

Well, I usually go to… wait… uh… what year do you think it is?"

"1372, A.D. Why?" He asks, puzzled.

Jesus Christ this guy's old.

"Well, where I'm from, it's 2005. I don't know how that works."

"Wow! So you are from the future? What is it like? Has the Holy Land been reclaimed by its rightful owners?" He asks, almost giddy about hearing I'm from the future to him.

"Well, first off, it's not I who is from the future, it's you who is from the past. And I really didn't pay attention to history class, to be honest." I chuckle.

"Well… I suppose that's all well and good. If you'll excuse me, I have to save Beatrice and escape this nightmare." He walks off.

"Hey, hey, hey! I don't care who Beatrice is, but you're not going without me. I also share the mentality of 'avoid eternal suffering'. I'm coming with you."

"But you could get hurt!" He says. I give him an 'are you serious' look, and point to the corpse of the demon whose neck I just snapped with a single kick.

"Well, that is true… and this journey would be a lot more tolerable with company… very well, I suppose you can come." He answers.

"Wasn't giving you the choice anyway, gramps. By the way, got a weapon like that scythe I could use? I may be good with my bare fists, but a weapon makes fights a hell of a lot easier. Also, what's your name?" I ask.

"Well, I suppose I could just give you this scythe. I happen to have another weapon, anyway. And my name is Dante, just as yours is" Other Dante says as he pulls out a cross.

Oh great. One of those religious fanatics who thinks 'The Lord will protect them from all danger'. Still, judging by the fact that this place even exists and that I'm here, I suppose that cross could have some power. But what that power is, I'll have to find out.

We continue toward the boat, and enter via the ramp. I have a feeling this little escapade is only just beginning, and that things will get a lot harder...