Capcon owns DMC and all of it's characters. I only own OC, any names or location that are similar to upcoming games to the series is pure coincidence.

Prologue

Haven was a place where the true essence of darkness came alive, it was a downtown strip joint where the sleaziest of the male population come to unwind and whistle like birds and trains. I was in the dressing room looking in the mirror, playing with my tight curls of my long black hair. The smell of roses filled my senses as a hot cup of rose tea was placed in front of me.

"Your usual" Lana the bombshell bartender in this forsaken place said as I smiled up to her. She had golden hair and a mature face, the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.

"Thanks, I really needed it" I sighed and took a sip as she patted the top of my head.

"Yeah, it's pretty wild out there, so I assumed you did"

"You always look out for me"

"No matter that I always will" She laughed "I'm going to get back before Jake has a heart attack"

"I'll see you out there" I waved as she nodded. Another woman walked in behind her as music blared from outside.

"Spice, you're up" She said as I got up and drunk the rest of my tea.

I exited the dressing room seeing the place was packed, in my eyes they were ravage dogs. The bouncer that guarded the ropes to the stage opened them up for me as I walked up the stairs. The spotlight was on my glittered intimates the fit my petite tanned body. I roses my hands in the air and strut the cat walk in my stiletto heels as I heard a lot of wolf whistles and some who weren't impressed that I wasn't a voluptuous double D. I didn't care the attention was still on me as I walked to the pole.

"We have the gorgeous exotic spice here tonight" The announcer said as I strut around the pole batting my lashes. "Look at her! Isn't she a special treat?"

The crowd cheered, it was a live night. I scanned the crowd, and that's when I saw these bright sapphire eyes piercing, like it was burning a hole into my very skin. What a creep... I begun my routine, making the pole my man for the night. Climbing and sliding down like it was a shaft. The whistles and music made it easier to concentrate, well I had gotten used to it.

I looked back and the eyes man's eyes were stuck on me his pale stern face was emotionless his snow white slicked back and wore a blue coat. He wasn't whistling or throwing bills at me, he sat there with a glass of bourbon and watched intently. I continued dancing as I would.

"I'll give you 200 if you stop teasing and take your top off" A drunk man with a crowd of guys that seemed like his bachelor party. I pulled him by the tie.

"300 and you have a deal" I said seductively as he nodded like a little boy getting rewarded. He put the money in my panties.

I winked at the man who looked up like he saw his salvation. Who can find salvation in this place? I turned my back to the man.

"Mind doing the honor?" I said as he pulled the string from my top. I got up and as soon as I did and my top fell to the floor the power in the place shut off.

Then I felt someone put a cloth over my face as I fell into nothingness.