DmC: Devil May Cry (c) CAPCOM and Ninja Theory

Fan Fiction and Fan Characters Gemma and Braith (c) BrittBailey

Note: These are just Fan Characters; any insult or no true critique will not be tolerated. I'm a person who respects other FCs, no matter how perfect, balanced, or boring they appear. I will respect you; please respect me.


Chapter 1: Red

The metropolis was still corrupted in its causalities, yet in good faith, Limbo City gradually came to par in resurrection. Broken homes were remodeled and businesses were out of foreclosure. The city folk found peace from the demons by a lone savior. No one knew of the hero, but everyone knew Dante, the infamous terrorist of the Order, thanks to the formerly deceased Bob Barbas. No one knew of his deed and he was thankful for it. He was an unsung hero; even though, he remained cocky, he avoided attention. He walked the streets for any demons in hiding, waiting to prey on humans.

It was months after he fought the Demon Lord Mundus and his brother Vergil. It was a bittersweet ending, along with staying in little touch with his spiritually-inclined partner, Kat. She wanted to find a way to continue keeping humans free from demon power. She told Dante she would keep fighting for freedom and find his brother. Vergil was a threat waiting in the darkness ever since he left through the void. At the time, Dante just smiled at her and wished her good luck. He felt staying in Limbo City was more important; even though havoc crossed the world, he believed Vergil would come back again to the desolate city for revenge.

Now in present-day Autumn, Dante walked on the downtown streets, minding his thoughts while low-income business owners and families were rebuilding their beloved city. It was the groggy part of the district and he chose to hang around. It seemed that most demon sightings lingered heavily in the neighborhood. He thought of the humans here as poor bastards, knowing they were all blinded by the so-called Kyle Ryder's rule. The only thing he understood from the people was they immediately believed in demons because of their sudden outbreak.

Luckily for him, he found a trailer in mediocre condition at Bellevue Pier like his last home, although refurbishment was lacking. He suddenly passed by several homeless folk with grocery carts and plastic bags in their hands. They smelled of week-old garbage odor and damp socks. He held his nose and cringed at the scent. He pondered how most of the town persons were rebuilding while there were these people just sitting around, begging for money. He even thought of how high they might have been from abused substances. He frowned on them, thinking they could at least offer a hand. Beaten and frail, they were, but it didn't cross his mind on how they came to be that way.

A high-pitch cry was called out. Dante stopped and listened. The cry sounded like an infant's, but to think a child was in trouble in this side of town was beyond comprehension. He started to run, listening carefully for the holler coming from a dirty alley. It grew louder and louder and when he stopped, he saw a tall man kicking a woman in her head.

In a glance, there was a child in her arms, screaming. Dante observed the situation; maybe it was just a domestic violence like any other and would end with the woman fighting back. The women in this part of town weren't pushovers, as far as he knew. But the woman sat there, shielding her child with her arms and her back facing the man. Her long, black hair started to knot. Her legs were tucked under her and her horribly-torn, dirty trench coat was ripped by the trim. The child, no older than possibly three, continued to cry.

"It's okay Braith! He's go-oing away! Aah! AAAHH!" She let out a rash voice, feeling a stinging sensation in the back of her head. The man didn't stop, but laughed at the woman. His intimidation was headstrong and broad; it sickened Dante. Hitting a woman, as a man, wasn't much of an exception from Dante's experience, but an innocent human with a child was too far.

"Fuck you, you dirty slut!" The man hollered, "You and your spawn are useless! Why have you forsaken everything?!" He kicked her again and she fell forward from the impact. She winced in aching pain, but her strength to hold her daughter in her arms stayed confident.

"Hey!" Dante finally called out, "Don't you have a town to built instead of picking at the trash?!" The man, eyes were red and rugged, looked at Dante. He noticed the white hair and long black jacket Dante wore. He chuckled manically and placed his dirty boot on the woman's back. The man's face fell off, revealing a porcelain glass complexion and black ooze seeping from the cracks. Dante grinned; all day he was demon hunting and he finally found one.

"Dante..." The aggressive attacker hissed. He stomped his foot off the woman and commenced to sprint. Dante gritted his teeth and unsheathed his sword Rebellion. The Lesser Stygian pulled his saw blade back, but he was too slow to avoid Dante's strike. The Nephilim sliced the demon into pieces and his body burst. As easy as the fight was, Dante still prided himself with a smirk and placed his sword back into place.

"Too easy." Dante stated. The woman peered her head up and cautiously looked at Dante. His back was turned, but his white hair stood out. She coughed to clear her throat, which grabbed Dante's attention. When he made eye contact, her brown eyes were heavy and circled and her pale, sickly complexion was more convincing that she was a homeless woman. There was something off about this woman, Dante thought.

"Can you stand?" He asked. She didn't utter a word and stood to her feet slowly. Her head stung like a needle and she cringed. Her trench coat was musty at the torn ends and her denim jeans were scrapped. In her arms, her child, wearing a small grey hoodie over her head, was feeble.

"Thank you…" She managed to croak. Her gaze at her savior was stoic, yet warming. It was an assurance from him that made her feel better. She avoided his gaze to speak again.

"That man wanted to have his way when I asked him for money." She explained hesitantly, "I told him no…" Dante heard her and knew she was lying, but he couldn't stop staring at her eyes. Although they were brown, something about them weren't right. He focused his attention on them and suddenly it dawned on him. He pulled his pistol Ivory out and pointed it at the woman's forehead.

"What in the shitting hell are you doing here, demon?" He asked in command. Her gaze met his and the gun frightened her. She adjusted her arms around her child again and took a step back. The reason he held his gun at her now after saving her life surprised her.

"Demon?! I-I-" She couldn't start. But what he said was true; her eyes spoiled the surprise. It was her pupils; although everything else of her eyes looked normal, her pupils were triangle and brown, not round and black. She closed her eyes, thinking of the opportunities this man had in his hands now. Tears formed in her eyes.

"I asked you a question! Now I'm gonna ask you another! Is that kid even yours or is it your next meal?!" Dante held his finger tight on the trigger. The question suddenly angered the woman. She was insulted.

"Fuck you! This is MY DAUGHTER! How dare you say that, you prick!" She yelled, which caused the infant's hood to fall off her head. Dante was surprised to see the child, not because she looked human enough, but her bright red hair stood out. It almost seemed familiar to him, but he couldn't focus on why it did.

"Then what are you doing here?" He asked, still staring at her with doubt and no remorse. The gun still pointed at the woman's head, but then the child turned to look at the man. Her brown eyes matched her mother's. Dante then knew she wasn't lying this time, but still wanted answers.

"…I'm just trying to survive in this world…with my daughter!" The woman answered, scared and looked at Dante in the eyes again. She was shaking and she knotted her knees together to stop the jitters. Dante didn't want to take that as her official answer, so he took a step forward and pointed the gun at the infant.

"Do you know what I do to demons like you? I kill them." His statement caught the mother. She stared at Dante's eyes and then his hair and last at his attire. She knew who this man was.

"Please don't! You must be…Dante." She stated as her voice trailed. Dante frowned at her. His name wasn't best known by demons, just his image, but she seemed to comprehend better than most. Maybe she was a little different. Although her appearance was human, her eyes were too much of a giveaway.

"How do you know my name?" He asked, lowering his gun. The woman's eyes widened with surprise. Then she furrowed her brows and frowned.

"So it's true!" She exclaimed, "Dante! The Nephilim who destroyed Limbo! You owe us a home! This is all your fault!" Dante was astonished she accused him of such a demand, but stood his ground. He wasn't going to let this demon in woman flesh throw him off.

"Yeah the fuck right! What makes you think I'd help you out?! Fuckin' demon and her demon child! I don't owe you anything!" His words caught the infant's attention and she stared at the man with her doe eyes. Dante looked down at the little girl in the woman's arms. Her mother intervened with a statement.

"She's only a Halfling! She's half-human…" Her remark didn't seem to catch Dante. That red hair and brown eyes seemed all too familiar now for him. This pair of demons were, in fact, different. This mother stated she was just trying to survive and the child didn't appear to act evil or demonic. She was quiet and would stare at this man with no fear or threat. There was something about these two that he didn't like, considering they were demons, but they understood better than the other demons he encountered.

"…Why do I 'owe' you a home?" He asked while putting his pistol back in the holster. The woman eased and looked him in the eye. Eye contact was currently important to establish trust and honesty. She wasn't sure if he'd pull his gun out again and shot her.

"Because after you defeated Mundus, Limbo and the human world collided together. You should already know that. Now, I'm stuck living with these stupid demons, even humans, constantly assaulting us because we're what they call homeless! I didn't choose to live this life! Not for me or my daughter Braith!" Dante heard the little girl's name: Braith. It was a human name for sure; even though she was a Halfling, she wasn't referred by her demon name by her demon mother. He couldn't comprehend this demon, but she was kindhearted unlike other creatures. Dante stood silent staring at Braith, the red head little girl. He believed he didn't owe the woman anything, but to have a docile demon child like this one supposedly deserved some sort of salvation.

"What's your name then?" He asked, sliding his hands into his pockets. The woman cleared her throat and stood up straight.

"Gemma…my name is Gemma." She said and looked down at her daughter, "This is Braith…say hi, baby." Her daughter didn't speak, but risen her tiny hand to Dante and started to wave. Dante smirked at the child and looked up at Gemma. His gaze was serious to her than to Braith. Gemma took note.

"This isn't out of pity or the fact I feel I owe you anything." Dante walked up to Gemma, "But I'm not going to have a starving child dying be on my conscious. Come on." He then walked past her and out of the alley. He acted so casual now that it was unusual to Gemma. She swallowed the dry spell in her throat, picked up a large, ratty brown diaper bag over her shoulder, and slowly followed Dante.

"Do you…are you…"

"Don't ask; just follow." He said and turned onto the sidewalk. His strut looked normal, as though he wasn't bothered by a demon woman and Halfling child were following him. Gemma stared at Dante from behind, gazing mostly at his white hair. She didn't believe making him do as she commanded was easy like that. She didn't believe she'd meet this man. The man named Dante who she blamed destroyed her world. She didn't speak another word while keeping her distance from him.