Disclaimer: I do not own anything relating to DMC, just the original characters: Siren (Selene) and Ran (Richard Artemis Noire).
Chapter 1
"Terrorists...? That's only a spectacle sense." Ran, a 6'2" brunet man spoke. He was wearing a college uniform which consisted of a blue and black striped tie, white dress shirt, beige slacks matching the long sleeve beige jacket, and brown flat-heeled dress shoes. He had fair skin and jade eyes. "…The way that each major amusement in Limbo City is not because of terrorists since that is bull. We have seen the other side multiple times and survived." Ran continued to speak.
He was speaking to his colleague, Siren, a young woman who had white hair with lavender edges. She stood around 5'6.5", thin frame, and light chocolate skin. Her attire was similar to Ran's except she wore a beige skirt and a black bowtie. Her hair was shoulder-length. The two had been on spring break and they had decided to visit the pier. "Who can do so much damage like what happened to that amusement park a few days ago… not humans." Ran explained.
The day was clouded and the weather was cool. Everyone was enjoying the typical fun booths, rides, and what was considered a fun house. No trouble at all. However, the two students thought differently. The two college students discussed the simple propaganda for hours until the sky had changed from its pale gray to red. Everything remained the same, except for the fact that it became grim in its appearance and the people were only phased images not having a clue.
"...The hell? Whose idea is this now? We're stuck in Limbo while…" Ran headed over to the sidewalk quickly to see something rise out of the water. Siren shook her head and narrowed her eyes trying to see what was going on. She knew that there was something wrong, but before she could speak Limbo had disappeared and everything was back to normal. "Terrorists…that's a load of-" She gasped as a stab of pain hit her shoulder. "Another...is that another spasm?" Ran turned to his friend who was now on her knees in the middle of the boardwalk.
"Yes, it's because of that place," Sire answered his question. Limbo City was a city where Limbo literally is existent. Especially for angels, demons, and the humans who were trapped. Siren slowly stood up and fixed her rectangular framed glasses. She walked over to the sidewalk to avoid getting run over by any cars. "…To think that your one moment of being dragged into Limbo made you experience pain." Ran spoke as he watched Siren move to his side then turned his attention to the water.
"Blame us for being angels then. I can't go around playing savior in a world where they aren't supposed to exist." Siren smiled stupidly. She was right, too many demons walked around and she could not even reveal her white-feathered wings. "Not unless you can hide in the shadows of publicity." A man's voice replied. This voice did not belong to Ran or Siren. The two students turned around to face a man who had white hair. He wore a long black coat along with a matching trilby. His blue dress slacks stood out with his light blue gloves.
"Who are you?" Ran questioned defensively. Talking to strangers, of course, was a common habit adult had. Siren just fell quiet and kept her distance from the man. "To clear an understanding…angels must coexist within our boundaries in secrecy. You are probably a pure-blooded breed indeed, but you are trapped on this surface." The man took a step closer. His words seemed to have struck a nerve causing Ran to shoot a glare at him. "Do not make me ask after this. Who are you?" Ran ordered in a hostile tone. He stood in front of Siren to block the man's view.
"Vergil. You must be of pure-blood as well. Are you that woman's father?" Vergil had a content smile on his face when he looked at Ran; even though he had given him a sarcastic remark. "The hell do you know about angels and assuming us being like them…" Ran growled. "Hold on a minute…Are you associated with-" Siren was about to finish her sentence until Vergil raised his hand to cut her off. "We can discuss this somewhere more private if you will. Please allow me to take you both somewhere less casual." He suggested signaling his driver to get the car.
"…Damn. Now we're dealing with an aristocratic idiot." Ran rolled his eyes murmuring the complaint. Siren shook her head and stepped beside Ran. "Let's discuss this." Siren replied. Vergil smiled a small smile and the car had pulled over to the side of the road. The three headed towards the car and Vergil politely opened the door for Siren. Siren nodded as thanks and stepped inside. Vergil followed after her then Ran. "To my parents' home," Vergil told the driver.
The driver gave a nod in response and began to steer the car in motion. "Richard Artemis Noire." Vergil started the conversation, "An angel who is a college student at Limbo University. You have a GPA of 4.0, date of birth…" "Where the hell did you acquire that information?!" Ran had almost shouted. Hearing his own profile be announced at his face caused him to react without hesitation. "Only the demons keep records of every human residing in Limbo City. However, I sensed your strength a couple of times while in Limbo." Vergil explained.
"Please do not tell me he even has body measurements, weight, religious practices…" Siren thought to intend to not be profiled. The ride was already awkward as it was, meeting a stranger who could possibly be a stalker and who knows more than a typical person. "So what...? I know others had been dragged into Limbo. What makes us special? Siren can't last in Limbo very long due to the problem of not being able to use her holy skills." Ran snapped.
He leaned back in the leather interior. Vergil's cool eyes averted to Siren who was staring out the window. "It must be her powers reacting to the strain of the Hell Gate. She has not been exposed for her skills to be revealed." Vergil sighed showing a hint of consideration towards Siren's situation. "What are you then? I need to know the truth, especially when the Raptor News blabs about so much terrorism every day." Ran kept his attention on Vergil. He did not trust him, but he needed some answers.
"Nephilim... The leader of the Order. I want to stop the demons. Anything else you would like to know?" Vergil said. Siren turned her attention to him. "An angel-demon mix? I need a drink…" Siren breathed in hysteria, "This is some manga crap pulled out of my ass if you are going to explain the story." "She drinks?" Raising an eyebrow, Vergil was now curious. Ran waved his hand dismissively, "Siren just has a headache. She's not much of a drinker."
"I see," Vergil said. The car ride had ended in silence. It was not long before the car had stopped right in front of the gates of a huge mansion. Hearing the gate alarm, the gate slid to the side leaving enough space for the car to drive through. The mansion seemed to contain a pleasant appearance until the closer the car came into view, the atmosphere had changed to making the mansion run-down and abandoned. When the three had entered the mansion, Siren walked around the halls. "So you bring us to an abandoned mansion and I guess you won't kill us." She stated quietly.
Her eyes took seconds to glance at the torn window curtains and almost-gone roof. The furniture was tattered, broken, ripped apart, everything. Bookshelves were split in two, the chairs were missing legs; it was just depressing. "The demons did this. Mundus killed my mother." Vergil said. The shattered pieces of glass were lying on the carpet. "Not surprised. Common sense… the good and bad cannot get along so easily." Siren spoke, her feet guiding her way to the steps that lead to the second floor.
"Why are you showing us this?" Ran asked. Vergil lifted his hat off of his head. "It is my reason for being the leader of the Order. To get rid of the demons," was his answer. "Being able to get dragged into Limbo, surviving demon attacks, and possessing angelic abilities prove that they'll chase after you soon." Vergil then explained. Ran shook his head and sighed, not being easily persuaded by the conversation. "Let me get the gist of this…We are of angel blood and you want us to join your escapade by getting rid of the demons." Ran said as he scratched his head.
"I guess if you say it like that then yes," Vergil spoke adding a simple nod. "Fine then, but keep Siren out of this. She can't handle being in Limbo often at a time." Ran gave in to the agreement.
"You told him that you were joining? You can't be serious. Already we get dragged and now we're in some cult." Siren picked up the glass of vodka and took a swig. She almost slammed the glass on the table. The music was blaring loud and the people were either at the bar, at the tables, in the private rooms, or on the dance floor. "Besides, you drag me here knowing I do not dance." Siren complained leaning forward on the stool. The dancers exchanged glances with the customers.
The Devil's Dalliance was a popular nightclub where anything was bound to happen. The lights flashed to the beat, alcohol was being served as well as other desires. "You don't drink." Ran, eying the bar tender to refill his glass, spoke. "Besides we are having the night out so just enjoy it." He laughed. As his glass was refilled with ease, the bar tender, a short woman with tan skin and burgundy hair winked at him. Ran gave the woman a small smirk before he raised his glass.
Siren rolled her eyes ignoring Ran's intent for bringing her to the popular spot. The whole night was going to be a long one even with the alcohol being consumed. "Angels are not so pure anymore." Siren frowned into her glass. She was making sure to get a buzz or even drunk in this manner. A simple spring break turned into a week of the truth behind the rebellion. A couple hours had passed and the night was still young. Siren was down to seven glasses of vodka.
Along with the couple bottles of beer only to get the taste of vodka out of her mouth; this, of course, did not help. "Bleh, it tastes like crap." Siren scoffed as her nose scrunched up. "Why drink it if it tastes like shit?" A man with black hair, shaved at the sides, took the stool on Siren's left and sat down. He wore a long black coat with red interior. "Also, what's a school girl doing at a nightclub? …Unless she is a part of the act." He smirked in a devious manner.
"I'm old enough to legally drink and don't be foolish, this attire only proves that I belong to a college and my skirt is too long," Siren responded. She continued to frown into her current glass. Her vision slightly blurred, she let out a quiet hiccup. "A lightweight and a witty one. You seem fun. What's the name?" The man asked. His blue-grey eyes focused on Siren's skirt. "...Siren." Siren took a glance at the man and almost choked. She thought she saw a doppelganger; but in honesty, it could have been the alcohol. "You sure that isn't a dancer's name? Besides, you look surprised." The man eyed Siren's expression.
He kept the same smirk and glanced at Ran who was chatting with a few women and the bar tender. The man's facial expression dulled before turning his attention to Siren. "The name's Dante. Though why is someone like you hanging around here? You don't seem interested in these parts." Dante tapped his bottle of beer against the counter as he spoke. Siren gave him a smug look and pointed over to Ran. "Blame him, I just want to go home and sleep if I can even remember where my dorm is." Siren placed her hand on her forehead, her words giving a slight slur.
Dante shrugged his shoulders casually. "If you want, come with me. I don't bite hard." He suggested. "As long as you don't kill me, kidnap me, eat me…I can't list anymore. Let's go please." Siren who now could not walk straight or see clearly moved off of the stool she was currently sitting on. Her body had staggered, but Dante caught her clumsiness by a free arm wrapping around her waist. "Quit the formalities." He whispered in Siren's ear.
Paying for both of their drinks, Dante laid a few ten dollar bills on the counter and escorted Siren out of the club. "Stupid demons. They are just stupid." Siren murmured softly under her breath. The quietness outside the club and the cold breeze of the wind made her a bit irritated. Dante still had his arm wrapped around Siren's waist. The night was for once peaceful and Limbo had not affected their surroundings; however, the word "demons" quirked the man's interest.
A drunken woman complaining about demons? This was a first. "You know about some demons?" He became serious. Not sure if Siren was a human or one becoming a demon collaborator Dante had walked her to a trash can. Siren raised her finger to tell him to hold off the questions before she aimed her head over the opening of the trash can. She puked into the trash can for a couple of minutes. "I'm running away from them. I know it must sound corny." Siren coughed and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "Damn alcohol." She rasped.
Dante did not know how to respond. Already intending to have some fun with a woman he had just met, he was now hearing the woman complain about demons chasing her. "Heh…You aren't the only one. I guess I can say the same thing." Dante retorted. He then spotted a taxi cab on the side of the road. He raised a hand and the taxi driver responded. The two walked over to the cab and got inside. Siren was drunk to the point where she laid her head against the crook of Dante's neck during the ride to his trailer. Once they reached the pier, the two got out of the cab and headed into his trailer. Siren had plopped herself on the bed without hesitation and Dante followed from behind. He undressed her clothes and Siren mimicked his actions. She may have been drunk, but her instincts were in control.