Disclaimer: I do not own characters, plots, or anything to do with Devil May Cry. However, I do own Sarah, and any other characters not part of DMC and this plot. thank you.
Cyan blue eyes glared hard at the red and pink neon sign.
Hands balled into fists turning knuckles white.
The sky became blocked by dark clouds.
Thunder roaring loudly signaling a strong storm approaching.
The wind began to pick up blowing long strands of black hair.
A young girl stood in front of the 'Devil may cry'
She was contemplating of weather to go inside or leave and never come back.
No, she couldn't leave. She had to know.
Slowly she made her way to the shop. She stopped at the door.
She knocked, but no one answered. She opened the door and peaked her head inside, eyes scanning the room.
The room was dark and dimly lit. An old couch rested on the left wall and behind it a staircase, a billiard close beside it, an old drum set and jukebox in one corner of the room, and guitars on one side of the walls. Near the back wall she saw two desks. One clean and organized and the other full of crap and old pizza boxes.
She made her way inside and noticed one of the desks was being occupied. A man in a red trench coat sat asleep in his chair legs propped up on the table, a magazine covering his face.
She made out a mop of milky white hair sticking from out of the magazine. She walked around the desk and looked at them man closely.
He was built, and from what she could tell, tall as well. She lifted the pages of the magazine gently and yelped when the man spoke, his voice gruff and tired.
"We're closed, come back tomorrow"
The girl cleared her throat, and spoke, "I need your help. I'm looking for a man"
"I'm not the FBI lady, sorry, but I can't help ya" he was not sorry at all
The girl frowned, "it's not just any man. It's my father"
The man growled," Lady, I'm telling ya, I don't do missing persons, I'm an exterminator of unusual exterminations."
She wouldn't have it, "Dante"
The man let the magazine slip off his face and peered at the young woman before him.
"Dante" she repeated, "his name is Dante"
Dante's eyes went wide in shock.
She had long black silky hair that reached passed her mid-back, Skin tan and smooth. She had a heart shaped face. She was beautiful to say the least.
She dressed in a pink buttoned down sweater with a white tank underneath. Her white cotton skirt ended just an inch above her knee and wore white strap on heels. He didn't believe the outfit suited her, but hey, what did he care.
Her features were striking and could make any man fall on their knees, but what caught his eye the most was her eyes. The eyes he knew too well to be his fathers and even resembled his own. Worse part is she thought him to be her father.
"Wait, what?" he asked stupidly.
The girl sighed frustrated, "I was told that he would be here"
"Yea, by whom?" he glared at her suspiciously. The woman glared back.
"My mother, Elian"
"Elian?" he repeated questioningly.
He heard that name once before, but he couldn't remember where.
'Elian...' Suddenly the face of a woman popped into his mind. Long black silky hair, soft grey eyes, heart shaped face, a long curvy body dressed in only black lacy lingerie.
"Oh, yea" he remembered.
He had saved the woman from being killed by a group of demons 18 years ago. She was on her way home to her apartment and it was dark out. As a gift of gratitude she slept with him more than once, coming by his office every chance she got. Boy, did he have some fun with her.
He stared at the girl and could see the resemblance between her and her mother. She looked just like her in every possibly way, except the clothes and her eyes, her mother back than was a bit of a tomboy. Could it have been possible he had gotten her pregnant by accident?
He cursed himself for being careless. If he did than this girl was his kid and no way in hell was he ready to become a dad. He hated kids. The only kid he took care of was Patty and that was only because the brat wouldn't leave him alone.
"Well?" the girl interrupted his thoughts, raising an eyebrow.
Dante sighed, and cursed himself mentally over and over, "ya, kid, I know your dad"
The girl's eyes lit up expectantly," well, where is he!" she grinned.
He dropped his feet to the floor and slumped in his chair, his hand covering his face
"You're looking at him"
Well shit.