Hello again, readers! DevilWolf9 here! I've finally decided to go ahead and start this story based on my Safe Haven's Devil May Cry one shot!
Now, to make things clear, I know it's difficult to explain Damian being related to Sparda by blood since he's the Devil's kid but hey, Zoophobia is a world where Angels, Demons, Gods/Goddesses, Ghosts, and anthropomorphic animals exist. SO TAKE THAT!
And remember: This is an AU.
So just enjoy!
Safe Haven, a fascinating place that is beyond the imagination of others. Filled with all sorts of amazing creatures, from centaurs, nagas, werewolves, chimeras, vampires, and so on. A place where many inter species reside.
We cut to a cathedral, where the audience were seated, among them was a red furred jackal wearing a black and red shirt. The jackal's black eyes and red pupils scanned the area, hoping to spot any of the people he recognized. Oh, how he HATED this place. Why? Well, believe it or not, this jackal was a demon. Half demon to be correct.
Demons. Dark beings from hell, servants of Lucifer and embodiments of evil. A typical definition of what his kind are. Monsters that everyone fears and wish were eradicated from the face of the Earth. Untrue. Totally untrue. Yes, demons have a history of dark deeds and caused much pain and misery onto mortals but not ALL demons are that way.
Say what you want, but there are demons who can feel and love. Who have a conscience. Who have a heart. Hell, his Father, Lucifer, the King of Hell was not dark and malicious, he only seemed this way to maintain his domain and fell in love with a mortal woman.
Based on the popular game series from Capcom . . .
He always hated churches and cathedrals. Such holy items, locations and trinkets definitely did not mix well with his kind, although being here did not hurt him, it did weaken his power to an average amount.
Damian looked around again, "Just a little longer.", he thought to himself, "Just a little longer. Do this for her." Damian never liked attending the worship services, but he had made a promise to both himself and to a special person close to his heart that he would be there.
On the cathedral's stage stood a female kangaroo with light peach fur and calm blue eyes. Damian let out a small smile as she sang the heavenly melody once the music softened,
Listen to my voice calling you,
Calling you out of darkness.
Hear the devil's cry of sin,
Always turn your back on him.
With the wind you go,
Still I dream of your spirit leading you back home.
I will give my gifts to you,
Grow your garden, watch it bloom.
The light in your eyes an angel up high,
Fighting to ease the shadow side.
Hearts will grow though having to bend,
Leaving behind all things in the end.
Listen to my voice calling you,
Calling you out of darkness.
Hear the devil's cry of sin,
Always turn your back on him.
On him...
On him...
There she was, Kayla Christling. He couldn't help but admire her bright and brilliant eyes that seem to be filled with life, her beautiful voice he could listen for hours, her kindness and sweet nature almost made him wonder if she was actually an angel in disguise. Every time he was around her, he felt at peace, he felt complete. If only she was his . . . If only. To make matters worse for him, she is beyond terrified and nervous around him for what he was.
Once the music reached it's end, the congregation bursted into cheerful applause as she beamed back and bowed, walking off the stage and out of sight. Damian's smile soon turns into a frown as he sees her run happily into the arms of a orange and purple chimera he knew all too well, the two hugging and kissing lovingly.
Zillion Martinez, No one truly knows where Zill came from, or even what he is. As a child, he was often teased for his appearance, which was seen unusual even amongst the inhabitants of Safe Haven. Despite the ridicule, Zill worked hard to build a reputation as a kind creature, a friend to many, even at times a protector of his city AND Kayla's BOYFRIEND. Or perhaps in Damian's definition, the typical popular oh-so-beloved hero/jock that everyone loves and kisses ass.
And from the web comic of Vivienne Medrano . . .
"It fills me with so much joy," the elderly priest began, "To see us all gathered here today in unity and thank our lord for his ways have saved our souls from the wicked and lead us to a more peaceful era."
Damian was glad that he left his Ipod on full volume. The screaming heavy metal from the headphones around his neck were just enough to keep him interested and awake. Listening to the old man bored the hell out of him. He scoffed and crossed his legs, then uncrossed and crossed them again irritably.
Zill heard the jackal's noise and gave him a stern glare that screamed, "Shut the hell up and show some goddamn respect!". Damian only let out a silent growl as he shot the chimera an equal, but more venomous glare.
The jackal had seen it enough in the past to not be intimidated by it.
This wasn't the first time Damian acted like this, since this type of thing occurs in a daily basis and it irritated him to no end. Including, the fact that he would always shamefully flirt with her in front of him.
A set of soft footsteps sounded on the stone floor. Kayla had returned from the depths of the cathedral to sit in on the sermon. Unfortunately for her, the only spot available was next to Damian. She hesitated a bit as he looked to her, his unusual eyes making her feel tense and nervous but she steeled what courage she had and sat down.
The two listened to the continuing sermon in awkward silence, neither of them making eye contact to each other. At least, until he took something out of his shirt and handed it to the girl.
"Here.", Kayla turned to face him holding out a small gift box. This surprised the kangaroo girl as she looked back up at him to see Damian looking away blushing. Slowly, she took the gift and looked down at it. Opening it, she gasped as she saw that the gift was a beautiful necklace with a small etching of a cross on the pendant with small angel wings.
She slowly keeps it close to her chest. "It's beautiful . . . Th-Thank you, Damian . . ."
The jackal only nodded, feeling his cheeks heat up with another blush.
The old priest was still going on with his sermon. "And so I ask you to unite and pray that even if a dark time were to visit us, our gracious Lord and Savior would shelter us!", he clasped his hands together in front of him. "Let us pray!"
All around the cathedral, heads and hands followed as a gentle organ played softly.
Damian looked around and found himself the only one who wasn't bowing his head in prayer. Each and every one of them praising the light they worshiped, depending on it to ward off the darkness and it's evil demons. It made him sick. With a sigh, he stood up, pulled his headphones off, and began to slide past.
"Damian, what's wrong?" Kayla whispered, almost pleadingly. This wasn't the first time he left in the middle of a service.
"I'm outta here," he whispered back.
"But it's not over yet," she protested.
Damian looked into her begging eyes and sighed.
"All this preaching stuff's putting me to sleep," he said, then began to walk down the aisle. That was only half the truth. He could stand going to church. Almost. But he could not bare to hear more of his people being labeled as evil, cruel, heartless monsters. That, and it hurt him so much to be near someone he could never be with in his life, no matter how much he hoped and wished with all his heart.
Damian slowly walked down the aisle before giving one last look to Kayla, still watching him.
"Damian . . ."
The jackal turned, made his way to the large double doors and exited the cathedral without a single word.
Devil May Cry
Damian awoke with a start as he found his head pressed against the shower wall, feeling the warm water of the shower head pouring all over him as if he was being wrapped in a warm blanket.
His once dark red fur was now a ivory white with long white hair brushed down, he had three piercings in his right ear and his eyes were changed from black and red to a cold, uncaring, yet peaceful blue.
'Damn, must've dozed off again.', The jackal thought to himself as he turned the switch, shutting the water off. He stepped out and quickly began drying himself off on his way out of his bathroom and into his office the telephone on his desk began to ring.
The place that the teen was living in currently was a large standalone building with an arched roof over the porch and double door. Inside is one square-shaped room resembling a studio, with wooden floor and plaster walls. From the entrance, there is a set of simple stairs on the left, leading to a narrow landing. Underneath the landing is a white fridge, couple of couches and large speakers. There was also a pool table, an antique jukebox in the corner and next to it a set of drums and an electric guitar. Lastly, in front is a large, antique desk with chair and an old rotary phone.
The phone continued to ring before Damian, whilst drying his hair, threw his leg upward and slammed it onto the table. The force of the hit bounced the phone in the air before he flips and coolly lands on his chair, propping his feet on his desk.
Holding one hand out, he catches the phone and answers, "Sorry, not open for business yet.", and hangs up.
"God.", he grumbles as he takes a slice of pizza from a box on his desk and started eating, "I didn't even named this place and ALREADY I'm getting calls!"
He didn't bother to look as a mysterious and shady man, marked with burns on his face enters the shop.
"You a customer too?", Damian asked non-caringly, "Well, if you want to use the bathroom, help yourself. The toilet's in the back," he said, gesturing behind him at the door.
"Is your name Dante? Descendant of Sparda?" the man asked as he ran his fingers along the pool table's edge. Pausing in his chewing upon hearing his alias, Damian narrowed his eyes a bit, though he continued with his cocky attitude.
"Where did you hear that?", the jackal asked.
Turning and standing in front of his desk, the bald man stated, "From your brother."
Now Damian narrowed his eyes. Through experience, he definitely was used to strange people, but something about this man was off. Mostly the mismatched eyes.
He was now standing barely an inch in front of his desk, and he kept eye contact with Damian as he spoke again, "He sent this invitation for you. Please accept it."
The ivory-furred youth noticed the man's free had creep towards the edge of his desk. Damian was barely surprised when the man suddenly gripped the edge and flipped the desk itself. He flipped into the air as the pizza box, handgun, and phone went flying.
Landing on the floor, Damian grabbed his handgun, 'Blue Rose', a unique double-action over under revolver with the etching of a blue rose on it's side, designed with rapid fire and long range. He then pointed it at the man.
But the man had disappeared. Looking around to make sure he wasn't hiding, Damian relaxed and snorted, hopping off the desk and putting away Blue Rose.
"Invitation huh?" he asked, holding out one hand and catching the pizza box. Grabbing his half-eaten slice, he held it above his mouth tongue out, as he prepared to bite it again.
The air shattered as strange, black robed demons with red eyes leapt at him, burying their scythes into the teen's flesh. Damian cried out in both surprise and pain, dropping the pizza box as six scythes dug deep into his flesh. Blood spilled heavily onto the floor as the Prides stood there, believing the fatally injured jackal to be dead. But something seemed strange as the jackal's head faced the Hell closest to him, who gazed up in surprise as his arm shot out, beheading the demon.
It slammed into the wall, bursting quickly into sand. The others watched it in shock. Damian had a cocky smirk on his face as he caught the demon's skull, twirling it on one finger as five pairs of frightened red eyes regarded him.
As he walked forward, one Pride refused to release his weapon, whose blade was embedded in the teen's chest, totally unfazed by the wound. Snorting, Damian swung his leg back and kicked it hard in the face, knocking it backwards into the others, and continued to stroll towards the old jukebox, scythe blades still embedded in his leg, arm, and chest.
Scooping up his half-finished slice of pizza, he pulled the blade from his chest and threw it at the ceiling fan above him. It severed instantly; still spinning, it killed the three Prides sneaking up behind him, ready to strike again.
"This party's gettin' crazy!" yelled Damian, letting out a mischievous grin, "Let's rock!" He hit one of the buttons on the jukebox.
Nothing.
Damian sweatdropped, 'Shit . . .'
He hit it again, then three more times as it still refused to work. "OH FUCK THIS!", he brought his fist forward; yelling out as he easily dented the machine.
It sparked to life, heavy metal music beginning to play loudly. The sound of shattering glass as more demons entered the shop did little to overpower the song. Damian stood up and tapped his foot along to the beat, waiting several seconds as the demons came closer.
Biting the end of the pizza to keep it in his mouth, he turned around and punched with his left, using the blade still in his arm, slashing another demon. Kicking and punching, he whooped as he sent one airborne with a backwards kick, a smug grin on his face as he slammed his arm back, catching a Pride in the chest as it had prepared to cut his undefended back.
Grabbing the slice in his mouth with his free hand, he pulled the blade from the demon's chest as he kicked another leaping at him, both reduced into sand. Dodging one Pride's weapon, he pulled out Blue Rose and spun it in front of his chest, leaning back as he deflected a scythe with it.
As soon as the sparks faded, he shoved the gun in the shocked demon's mouth, blasting its head into sand and jumped onto it's headless body as a demon behind him slashed at him. On the corpse, he pulled the blades from his leg and arm, and watched as the other demons gathered around him.
Damian whooped as he kicked the ground, sending the corpse sliding across the floor like a skateboard. He laughed as he spun around, shooting at the demons as well as the legs of his pool table. Riding up it like a ramp.
Damian slammed it down on the edge of the table, pool balls flying out. Smirking, he brought Blue Rose forward and shot at a pool ball as it flew over his shoulder. It slammed into the others, sending them flying to impale the demons in front of him. One of the demons landed near the wall, sending a sword towards the jackal.
The sword was modeled after a German sword, called a "Great Knife", but its most unique feature is that it's handle has been specially customized with a motorcycle-like gear shift. This blade is named 'Red Queen.'
He caught it easily in one, hand turning around and slicing the broken pool table in half before kicking one half towards other demons. Damian turned to face the remaining demons.
He smirked, "The end? Don't bet on it."
(One hour of ass kicking later . . .)
Sitting on his desk, Damian spun Red Queen as he observed around what was left of his office.
The place was a total wreck. Windows shattered, shards of glass littered across the floor, floorboards busted and walls covered with slash marks and bullet holes.
The jackal shook his head, "Yeesh, this place is now more of a dump than before." Hopping off, he slowly made his way to a pizza box and slowly reached for it. Unfortunately, a surviving demon preparing to attack stomped on the slice. Before it could swing it's scythe, it's face was met with Blue Rose and having it's head blown off with a single'Bang!'
"NO ONE FUCKS WITH MY PIZZA!" With a huff, Damian turned and walked towards a coat rack holding a long black and red coat. Smiling, he puts it on and folds the sleeves up to his elbows. He proceeds to accessorize, putting on a leather wristband on his right hand followed by two rings. Damian then holsters Blue Rose inside his coat and puts away Red Queen away on his back.
The teen takes one last glance at his messed up shop before chuckling to himself, "I can already tell.", he kicks the front doors open, busting them off their hinges. "THIS IS GONNA BE ONE HELL OF A PARTY!"