First I would like to say that I do not own any copyrighted material (people, places, or things) featured in my work. All of those materials are property However I do own any unrecognizable content, they are characters I have created.

Story: Devils Never Cry

Setting: Devil May Cry, game universe, just after the third game (Implying that the games that take place after do not occur)

My Characters: Mezmer the female lead of my story "Screech", Zer-Taiel Mezmer's first husband, Latvanna Destona and Malize a trio of Mezmer's jealous peers.

Dante grinned as he leaned back and admired the glowing neon in the dark. He chuckled, filled to the brim with pride. The soft red letters spelling out Devil May Cry had him revved up and though it was late he couldn't possibly sleep. Instead he turned and walked the silent streets of Capulet City. He headed south following the stars but drifting aimlessly. It was early spring, the days were warm but the nights were still chilly and often full of fog. Tonight was such a night, but the atmosphere was far from unsettling to the young hunter. As he shuffled along the deserted street a figure far ahead turned from a decrepit looking ally way. Dante and the shrouded thing were set for a collision course. As it came closer Dante identified it as humanoid, and judging by its thin and small figure, it was female. When they had arrived within just a few sidewalk squares of each other the hooded one stopped and looked to (her) side. A mangy stray dog ambled up to her side from a shadowed area to her right and sniffed at her. It gave its gray tail a lazy wag and she reached out to pat its head. Coming across a new sent the dog lowered its head, gave a heavy snuff and continued on its way across the street. Dante had paused a moment but as the dog left he continued walking. The figure turned to allow Dante to pass but as he did she called out to him.

"Wait...Are you not him?" The silky cool and sugary sweet voice confirmed that the figure was indeed a woman.

"Of all the men that could have crossed my path this night, it would be you? Imagine if our paths crossed without my ever knowing..Amazing.."

At this Dante turned, his interest peaked. He eyed the woman; or rather her cloak for it was large and thick and covered all of her body. The color struck him as odd; it was deep magenta with a lavender bow. It was far too womanly to be dangerous.

Dante crossed his arms and kicked a tiny pebble aside before answering, "Maybe I could tell you if I am "him" or not. Start making sense and we'll see."

"No, you are him that much is clear. You are Dante, son of Sparda. I can see it in your eyes," The woman turned to face Dante then looked back the way he had come. "We should not speak here; take me to where you were."

Dante opened his mouth to protest but something about the woman's posture and aura broke him and he glided back past her his heavy boots clunking all the way home. As they walked, the woman made no sound. Her cloak did not rustle, her shoes did not scuff or click and she spoke not a word. Upon reaching the doors to Devil May Cry Dante turned to check and see if the woman was even there. She was. She was panting into the cool night, her breath visible in the air. She seemed weakened by the short walk, and Dante was sure he had kept a reasonably relaxed pace on the way. A clap of thunder rang out and it began to rain softly. Dante opened the door and let the woman escape the weather first. Closing the door behind him he watched the woman gaze about nervously. Her cloak now rustled in the quiet of the room and she slipped her arms through slits made in the fabric for this purpose. She brushed water droplets from herself with her slender gloved hands. Dante moved past her and grabbed a vacant chair dragging it to his desk.

"Aren't you going to talk to me?" he questioned softly. "You can go ahead and take that thing off too."

To be continued in chapter 2