A whole new fic I guess. This first piece is short , but I wanted to see if anyone would like it first before I go farther. As for all of my stories, Capcom owns the DMC crowd and please let me know if you see any errors. Thanks and please review.

There was one word to describe it, passion. It was one long passionate kiss. Lady's mismatched eyes gazed past the sustained lip lock and into his ice blue orbs. She brought her arms around the nape of his neck and his around her waist. Both closed their eyes at the pinnacle of the warm embrace. It seemed that this moment could last forever…

Forever. That was a concept that was foreign to both. They had lost their families under very tragic circumstances and now they hid their sorrows behind demon hunting.

For now, this was true happiness… true love. Lady had by now noticed that Dante had ended his concupiscent hold on her body. Still, they were so close that his fair eyelashes threatened to tickle her face.

She could feel his breath as it softly wisps on her lips. She could smell a strange and yet familiar scent emanating from his mouth. She opened her eyes to see gray smoke exit from his mouth and nose. It curled towards the heavens and disappeared on the winds. Lady could detect pain flash across his eyes. He tried to hide it… he tried not to alarm her, but it was too late.

Lady soon realized that what she smelled, what she saw was gun smoke. She looked down to see that the front of white tank-top was covered in blood and that the viscous liquid was pouring from his chest and spilling over his pants and boots.

Already his breathing was becoming increasingly more erratic. Soon, Dante's body slumped as if he could no longer support his own weight. He then dropped to his knees and keeled over to the side. There was another wound in his back. The bullet must have exited to the front, she thought to herself.

She scarcely knew what happened. One moment they were kissing and the next he was on the ground.

Her instincts began to kick in as she automatically dropped to her knees next to him. She shuffled a little closer to him. Lady heard the sound of blood gurgling in his throat.

His white bangs drifted into his face in such a manner, that only the bottom of his nose and mouth was visible. For a moment she began to believe that he would be alright. He's been through a lot worse than this before, he'll be fine… Won't he?

Blood issued from the corner of his mouth as he tried to contort his lips into a smile. It was only slight, but he succeeded. How can he still smile, while in such pain, she questioned to herself. Lady brushed his hair out of his face and their eyes met again.

She looked away to apply pressure to his wound. He flinched slightly. One hand remained firmly on his chest and the other on his back. From this position, she could feel his heart slowly pounding away. He placed a massive hand on her slender one affixed to his frontal wound.

She rearranged her body so that she faced him again. Her eyes betrayed guilt, anger, sadness and panic all at once.

"Lady," Dante said in a low, airy voice, "run."

"There's no way I'm leaving you." Her voice was a little more forceful than she intended.

"He's gonna come after you too. You need to get out of here real fast." There was worry in his eyes.

"No… And besides, you promised me," she paused for a beat, "You promised that we'd face the demons together!"

"That may be a promise I might not be able to keep. I'm sorry." He brought a hand up to caress her face, but alas, he hadn't the strength to do it.

"Lady" his voice was barely audible, "Devils never cry. Smile for me… please." His words sent a shiver down her spine, which left her heart, mind and soul in a frenzy. Why would he ask me to do that? The tears that she fought so hard to push back came streaming out nearly all at once. Nonetheless, she attempted to oblige him. She cracked a small smile and he could see the sadness behind it, but somehow it worked for him.

"Good. That's my girl. Did y'know that you're pretty when you smile?" His eyes slid close as he said, "Thank you, Lady."

"Dante," she called as she tried to calmly rouse him.

"Dante," she called again, this time panic rising in her voice.

"Dante!" She screamed his name as she began violently shaking him. Her calls seemed to have fallen on deaf ears. "DAAANTE," she screamed, throwing head back, letting loose a high pitched howl into the night. The full moon that hovered above them, illuminating the blood soaked field.

Do you like my prologue? Is it too much? I am looking for a new title for this... any suggestions? Oh, well, please review.