Disclaimer: I do not own the Devil May Cry game series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

A Devils Heart

I

All Souls Night

The day slowly crept into darkness as the sun set into twilight, signaling the beginnings of Hallows Eve. Little humans taking forms of creatures of the night parading with pretty princesses and cowboys saving the day, it was a strange sight indeed. The 'Devil May Cry' Agency lay still while everything outside was bustling with children and adults dressed up for the holiday festivities. Costumed people mischievously scaring and pranking the unsuspected victims in their wake. Giggling children running to collect sweets instead of souls as the creatures of the night they represented would normally do. It was almost nightfall, and no one had called in for Dante's awesome talent of demon-slaying that every daemon and devil know and fears; or at least, that's how Dante pridefully believes.

Balancing in his chair, his over-sized black boots that zipped up the front, were lazily propped up comfortably on his desk. He twirled his Ebony gun with his leather fingerless-gloved hand, his right index-finger fitted behind the trigger; of course, with the safety on. He set the gun down on the desk to his left, next to a picture of his mother. The gun laid quietly next to its twin Ivory for the moment, until it needed to be used again in shedding some devil blood. As usual, Dante wore his black leather vest that double buckled over his chest snugly. His bottom half was clad in black leather pants to match his vest, which settled at the top of his defined narrow hips. Around his broad neck lay a striking gold pendant, containing a twinkling ruby in the middle of it. His mother had left it to him as a special keepsake in memory, every once in a while, Dante would fumble with it as his fingers traced the designs of the metal and stone. His white, un-kept hair covered his ice blue eyes as usual.

His expression was bored as he glanced over at Trish, who was wearing a silver embroidered black corset that barely covered her stomach, accentuating her bust and the hourglass shape of her body. Her tight, black leather pants complimented her sleek, muscled legs; a big double silver buckle belt was fitted around her wide hips. She wore all black leather, as if going to a sexy funeral of a lady of the evening. Her worn knee-high heel boots covered her calves. A black ribbon choker was tied around her neck neatly, a leather arm guard buckled up her left arm. Her long platinum blond hair hanging low at her waist as she sat on the couch reading her "girly magazines" as Dante would describe them.

'What is it with women and their damn magazines' he thought as he eyed Trish, the woman who painfully resembled his late mother.

Trish didn't notice Dante's stare, her attention focused closely on reading an interesting article in today's gossip and fashion. Besides the fact of amusing her, reading these magazines only interested her by understanding the social constructs of female humans in today's society, and therefore, her excuse to occasionally read them.

Dante made a loud impatient sigh, annoyance flitting across his face, "Damn it! Where the hell are the demons today!? Aren't they supposed to be wreaking havoc on people tonight? It's their goddamn holiday today!" he slammed a fist on his desk that made the contents shake from the force, "They should be out there causing trouble and my job to kick their asses for doing it!" he finished with a frustrated grunt, dropping his head on the desk in defeat.

"Maybe you killed all of them…" she paused to turn a page to continue her reading, "Or they're probably all taking a holiday. It is their holiday." Trish exclaimed amusingly, her lips curled into a devilish smile while her cold blue eyes never adverted away from the magazine as she flipped another page.

"Was that your failed attempt at trying to be a smart-ass? Cause I forgot to laugh." Dante said in a sarcastic tone, his head still flat on his desk, "…Bitch." he muttered monotonously as he raised his head with a cocky grin as he eyed Trish.

Dante contemplated on teasing Trish to amuse him out of his boredom.

"What was that… Dante?" She said in a low growl as she looked up from her magazine with a death glare towards him.

Her sharp ears not missing the words but asked the question as a challenge for redemption.

"…Nothing…" he replied playfully, lifting himself up and turned his gaze somewhere else, his usual smirk plastered on his face in amusement.

"Yeah, that's what I thought…" Trish said quietly back as she returned her attentions to the Vogue magazine, she was in no mood for Dante's childish games and left it at that.

Dante snorted back in reply as he focused on the round clock on the far-left side wall, the small hand pointing to the six and the longer hand at thirty-five. Six-thirty-five, hee sighed in dismay, returning to his brooding as he grabbed one of his guns and began to take it apart for cleaning. Pulling one of the desk drawers open to retrieve the gun cleaning tools to gently lay the materials on top of the old and large wooden desk. Then suddenly, someone was knocking at the door; the sound got Trish and Dante's attention as he looked up to stare at the worn, red wooden door across from him. He got up from his chair and made long strides to the door, cracking his neck to loosen the stiffness as he arrived at the door. He suspected they were trick or treater's coming to beg for candy. Dante didn't mind Halloween, in fact, it was his favorite holiday of the year. Dante was glad to have bought a ton of bags filled with candy specifically for this occasion. He always comes prepared, even for Halloween. It wasn't going to be too much trouble handing out candy to rambunctious kids high on sugar. Whatever was left he could eat it, everybody wins without him breaking a sweat. The kids will come and go, but he really wanted to get out, especially on all souls' night. It's the night where the veil between this and the other-world is at its thinnest and usually at its strongest for spirits of many kinds to be able to roam the earth.

"Why are you troubling yourself in passing out sweets to spoiled brats dressed up pretending to be something outrageous? What they're wearing is a lie, humans pretending to be something they're not I'll never understand." Trish finished in an annoyed town as she lazily cast the magazine aside.

She raised a hand to her temple as if the very thought gave her a headache. Trish didn't understand why Dante would bother involving himself with annoying little brats playing dress up and giving them free candy that rots your teeth. She disliked sweets and Dante teased her over it for not truly living. The very idea of sweets and giving it away to strangers seemed bizarre to her, but that's the tradition of a human holiday she came to realize to her horror. She never liked it or understood why. Humans are strange. Dante just looked at her with his amused smirk as he fumbled with the bags of candy, refilling the bowl to the brim as he stood near the door. A small, rounded wooden table stood near it and atop it sat the large metal bowl filled with a variety of candy in its pristine packaging. He shook his head grinning as he reached for the bowl taking his attention away from Trish while preparing himself for the costumed kids waiting on the otherside of the door. Taking a breath, he swung the door open, providing the large bowl to the children who happily said "Trick or Treat" in the usual high-pitched squeals that made Trish's ears bleed, it was obvious that she never liked children. The children were dressed up to represent a skeleton, a princess, a character from some kids cartoon, a zombie and a bumble bee. Dante observed the parents waiting nearby off at a distance near the street on watch, following the little monsters close behind.

Dante just smiled, pretending to be nervous as he raised a hand up in defense, "I think I rather give you guys a treat than have a trick played on me," he said chidingly as he brought forth the bowl for the kids to greedily grab at the candy.

"Here ya go ya little monsters," Dante chirped while the children were busy rummaging through the candy bowl and leaving once they were satisfied. Dante cupped his hand over his mouth and yelled out at the children's receding back, "Eat lots of candy and raise some hell!" they giggled in reply when running to the next house, one commenting to their friend that Dante said a bad word—"hell".

Dante slammed the door behind him setting the candy bowl down on the table, the smile disappeared from his face as his brows furrowed in impatience. He wanted to get out and have some fun like everybody else excluding the trick or treating. Anything is better than sitting around doing nothing all night in boredom passing out candy like an old person lacking fun in their life, and Dante wasn't going to accept the idea of being old. Suddenly, an idea crept into his mind that was brilliant. Why not go out and dress up too, only for this one-time occasion just for the hell of it; it would be fun! Be a part of the costume wearing and maybe get lucky and slay some real monsters on the side. He remembered secretly buying a couple of items for the occasion out of curiosity. He felt sheepish when he bought it at the register yesterday last minute and coming home to hide it from Trish in the closet like some naughty boy hiding his porn collection. What could it hurt? He quickly went to his messy room to his closet and pulled out the items he bought the other day, the contents still in their bags. Trish got up, getting ready to leave, she had her own things to do than sitting around doing nothing with Dante. She paused after hearing the commotion Dante was making in his room, out of curiosity she waited to see what Dante was up to.

"What are you doing?" she asked curiously while crossing her arms.

She stood near the worn black leather couch waiting for a reply or for him to come out of the room.

Dante didn't say anything as he pulled out a worn, deep red trench coat and put it on over his vest. Then took the long wide crimson hat he bought that was made out of smooth yet fine material of suede and donned a black emotionless Italian masquerade mask that covered his face nicely. The intricate silver designs highlighted the mask from the sides, around the eye slits and forehead giving it a modern-day renaissance-style appearance, yet it kept its masculine features. Looking at himself in the long, old silver mirror near his large closet, he was quite pleased at how he appeared. Thinking to himself that he looked pretty cool and that this wasn't a bad idea. He strapped the light brown colored gun holster around his waist and made sure it was snug. The holster also provided a section to hold a larger weapon on his back, which buckled two large straps in the front of his chest. After he finished preparing for the evening outing, Dante returned to the main room where Trish was waiting impatiently. As soon as Trish saw Dante, her eyes widened as she gaped at him speechless as she uncrossed her arms. Dante went to his huge mahogany cabinet that contained his unique collection of weapons. He stood there deciding which weapon was better suited for his costume and possible hunting.

"What the hell are you wearing Dante?" Trish said in an accusing tone, "Are you seriously going out looking like that? You look ridiculous with that mask and hat on!" she scoffed and continued, Dante never minding her, "Congratulations, Dante, you succeeded to pass for a foolish human like everyone else tonight." she said judgmentally in a harsh tone of disgust.

Dante still skimmed through his unique weapon collection, pulling out a sword here, a gun there, putting each item back carefully and orderly, not satisfied with any as he heard Trish's rude protest that made him frown behind his mask.

"I'm wearing my usual attire with a mask and a hat as accessories, Trish. I don't see the problem or why the attitude. I don't give a damn on how I look to you or anyone else for that matter." He paused as he pulled out Rebellion to inspect, then returning the heirloom to where it rested and continued, "…Don't forget that I am human too, and not just a devil. I don't give a shit if I look or act foolish, at least I'm gonna have fun while doing it." he barked in reply, feeling insulted as he turned to stare at the silent Trish who gaze downward solemnly. Dante returned to the weapons closet. Satisfied he pulled out the weapon he thought befitting for the occasion, Nevan, that transformed between a wicked scythe and an electric guitar. He held it admiringly remembering the fun times he had with it and concluded that it has been awhile since he last used it.

Trish sighed in reply, shaking her head with indifference. Dante didn't seem to take notice of Trish as he closed the large wooden glass door of the cabinet, his gentle blue eyes continued to observe the long black and dark purple scythe that glowed a blue white color. He made a couple of test swings before he was satisfied and placing it snugly behind his back, believing he chose the right weapon. He took long strides to his desk to grab his guns, quickly putting together Ebony with ease and holstering his twin guns behind his back under the long coat. He preceded to grab his keys which laid inside the front drawer of his desk. He was ready to conquer the night of souls.

Dante passed Trish without giving her a glance, muttering in a low tone, "I'll see you around." his footsteps seem to make an eerie sound as he opened the large door to the night that awaited him.

A cold wind blew in making his coat blow behind him and his semi-long white hair shiver at the sides of his face.

"Yeah, whatever… raise some hell out there." she replied monotonously as she smirked, crossing her long pale arms beneath her well-endowed chest.

Dante nodded, matching her smirk with his beneath his mask as he made one last glance at her before leaving, "Heh, I will. Don't wait up for me." he said in a prideful tone.

He walked out into the darkness, closing the door behind him. The large harvest moon shining brightly yet mysteriously behind dark passing clouds against the star filled skies. Hallows Eve was still young, what a perfect time for devil killing he thought. Taking in a deep breath, the crisp air filling his lungs. He felt the beginnings of excitement as he hopped onto his large black motorbike that glimmered a shade of a shimmering deep and light violet effects. He needed to shed some devil blood to get his heart pumping back to life and to feel like he had some purpose again. Trish who stood at the door raising a hand up in goodbye as he proceeded to put the keys into the ignition and turned it to start. His gloved hands on the break while he kicked back the stand and revved his engine loudly. Feeling confident, he let go of the break and eased on the clutch and drove off into the dark and cold lively city of monsters and humans. Ready to take on the evening and hoped it would be an exciting one. Leaving behind his boredom at the 'Devil May Cry' residence. It would be a perfect night to make a devil cry and Dante would make certain of that.