Welcome to my DMC fanfiction series.

-My DMC fanfiction series did not start out like all my other series. It first started as Dante x Nero yaoi fanfiction with the stories The Reunion and Save Me, at the time motivated to write my very first Yaoi fanfiction, but due to Capcom completely tossing what they originally had going with DMC out the window, I am forced to run with the most common theory out there; Nero is Vergil's son. Because of this, the idea of Dante banging what is most likely his nephew? I can't stand it. Yaoi is one thing but incest? NO. I'm not into yaoi incest (DantexVergil being the only exception, but still not really into it). So I am re-inventing the stories in my series; "Save Me" and "Doppelganger", completely removing the yaoi in it between Dante and Nero.

The stories "The Reunion" (DantexNero) and "Love and Hate" (DantexCredo) will remain on my accounts since I went through the trouble of updating them, but they have nothing to do with my actual DMC fanfiction series and no more will be written for these pairings. Thanks to Capcom I've lost touch with the aspect of these pairings anyway and am now sticking to the original ideas I had for my series that both involve Vergil's return to reality and my original character, Vincent (who is already known by my readers).

With the DmC out, I might start writing for that too, but until then things are gonna change around a little so bare with me.-

Interception

In a world full of humans that coexist with demons, reality had become quite shrew. A human death caused by demons was a common affair. With the ability to conceal their demonic form into the appearance of a human, demons could easily roam about the Human Realm with ease; killing, devouring and taking as they pleased. Reality to many was bleak in measure for who would know who was a demon…

…and who wasn't?

Who could you trust?

Where would you go for help?

But most of all, how can you protect your family let alone yourself?

Questions like these haunted the Human Realm like a predator in the night, but for one such as Vincent Darengir, that reality was but a fantasy. Having become half demon, spotting out other demons was like hunting for fish in a barrel. With altering her humanity she could now protect that which is most precious to her, her father. And with the power to protect her father, she could now protect herself, but being half Human completed her for she had what demons lacked most…

…love.

Demons lacked humanity and because of this it made her stronger. However, she was not born half demon. She chose to be this way. She chose to take action. In an age of technological and scientific advances, anything was possible. All that was needed was an idea and the rest, making that idea a reality. For Vincent the idea was to never become a victim, but in doing so she made herself a target as well, for a choice never comes without consequence and now she was forced to go into hiding at the age of 21.

Having moved to a new city with her father, she found leads to a scientist named Arkainius that specialized in control of demonic powers, utilizing the power and placing it into other beings. This was of great interest to Vincent, but at what cost?

Consequences….

…so many consequences from a decision such as this.

To give up your own humanity and become the very thing that hunted on society was not a simple thing to do, but was it wrong? Was it wrong to desire to protect those close to you? No, it wasn't. It wasn't wrong at all and it didn't matter. It didn't matter what society would think if they found out she was half demon, it didn't matter if she would be an outcast, not as long as she could protect her friends and family. And so, after a long time of reminiscing, she went to Arkainius and willingly became his experiment. Endless nights of pain and medications, testing, trial and error had come upon her for the span of a year. It was within that span of time that she quickly learned Arkainius was a demon himself, but that didn't stop her from making her goal a reality. It was either adapt...or die.

Even though Arkainius was a demon, he was not heartless like most demons. He did not lack the basics of gentleness and compassion. After all, Vincent was his willing subject so it was not beneath him to make things as comfortable as possible for her. He never went out of his way to make things more painful than they already were or to prolong the processes of his experimentation. He did what was only necessary, but his kindness was to a fault. After being with him for such a long time, Vincent eventually learned that Arkainius had other plans for her, plans that interfered with her own goals and would eventually take her away from her father forever. Eventually she would have to escape before it was too late.

Time continued to flash forward as her demonic powers were beginning to become more under her control. Her powers came from the entity of multiple different demons put together as one, and so the abilities of each of those demons collected uniquely into one useful power, and that was the control of energy itself. However, scientifically energy can be manipulated, but not destroyed, so Vincent had to find ways to utilize the use of energy particles out of already existing objects or beings. This did not prove difficult however since everything is nicely collected into a mass of energy, either kinetic or potential. She began to learn how to morph the energy inside an object to make it explode or implode. She also learned how to transfer energy from one object into another and this in turn became a form of healing or reconstruction, but transferring energy was much more difficult and took a great deal of her own energy in order to do it.

Developing her powers within a decent amount of time was noteworthy, but had consequences just like her decision to go to Arkainius for help. Because she wasn't naturally born half demon, her body would try to fight off the demonic blood in her and every time she used her powers to an extensive deal, it would backfire on her from bodily exhaustion, to the most common side effect, temporary blindness and bleeding from the eyes, but that wasn't the only problem. Arkainius was not his own boss for he was created by another, a demonic lord by the name of Valkin. Many of Valkin's strongest minions were always cut down by the demon hunter, Dante, a son of Sparda and Valkin wanted him dead, with his head brought to him on a platter. Because the experiments were going so successful with Vincent, he ordered Arkainius to use Vincent to get to Dante, to kill him. The night that Arkainius and Valkin had their conversation, Vincent got wind of it, and because of it she would have to cut her goal short and leave as quickly as possible.

She knew it would eventually boil down to this situation, just not knowing the nature of what the situation would be. And so that final night, she took what she could with her and began to leave the lab. Being with Arkainius had many benefits, one of which she learned vastly about the demon realm, demonic powers, and of course the dark knight Sparda who bore two sons; Vergil and Dante. She only knew miniscule detail of what happened to the Sparda family, but she had never met Vergil let alone Dante. Vincent didn't know if Dante was good or evil, loving or cold, hateful of the Human race or vengeful. She didn't even know what he looked like. It was because of this lack of knowledge that it didn't sit well with her to think that she would be utilized as a demonic tool to kill a man she had never met. It was out of the question. She gained her powers to protect, not to murder or kill without just cause and so she had to escape no matter what.

Escape it seemed was almost near impossible. Luckily, being at the lab for so long gave her an edge. She knew every pathway and every booby trap. Escaping the lab was easy, but outside the lab was the real problem. She wasn't the only pet that Arkainius was trying to perfect, for he had other pets as well, demonic pets with unique abilities. She had just made it outside the entrance way when she was confronted by some of Arkainius' pets. She recognized them instantly. They were ones he was recently working on; the classic shape shifters, the kind that could shape into anything at will.

"Even demons are made of energy, and that's all that matters," she stated with a smile.

"You truly are a fool little girl," a voice echoed as Vincent looked around to try to find the source.

"The only fool here is you," she retorted.

"You think I didn't see this day coming? I knew you wouldn't oblige to my request. Your love for your precious human race is too strong."

Vincent scoffed as she prepared herself to be attacked, "So why'd you help me then?" she asked in sarcasm as Arkainius eagerly replied, "Because you can never escape no matter where you go. You will eventually have to come back in the condition you're in."

Vincent sighed a bit, finding the situation falling into a stalemate, "That may be, but with time my condition will strengthen and my resolve will harden."

However, as much as she wanted to deny it, she couldn't help but admit that he was right. She was far from being completed in her transfusion with demon blood and leaving only partially completed could potentially be fatal if not handled delicately.

"I've dug this far, I have no problem getting my hands dirty and digging a little more."

Arkainius laughed, his voice suddenly heard loud and clear as she quickly spun around to find him standing behind her. She hastily backed away as the number of shape shifters began to surround her.

"Why does protecting weak beings matter to you? You are no god. You can't keep them alive forever. Why not simply join us instead? The demon blood will allow you to enter into the Demon Realm without consequence of it wearing on your body and soul not to mention you'll live much longer."

Vincent laughed as she replied in happy retort, "Is that you're way of convincing me? You should know me well enough by now to know I would never join you. Besides how is it any different on the other side? These may be demons, but even demons don't last forever. The great knight, Sparda, lived for 2000 years, but even he too fell."

Arkainius smirked as he folded his arms behind his back in a cocky type of manner as he refuted, "And where do you plan to go? If you go to your father my demons will surely follow and tell me of his location."

"What makes you think I'm going to my father?"

Arkainius' smile widened even more as he replied in assumption, "You think the devil hunter will welcome you with open arms?"

Vincent's nonchalant attitude shifted from his rhetorical question, her cocky grin fading to a solemn concern. Arkainius had a point. There was no way to know what Dante was like without risking her own safety with such a reputable man.

"The famous devil hunter of this city is not as warm and kind as you may believe him to be."

Vincent merely shook her head as she replied, "I don't believe him to be anything. However, he protects this city from demons. He's saved human lives. I know that much and that in and of itself speaks of its own merit, whether he's nice about it or not."

"How disappointing. Then I guess there is no further persuading you to stay," he replied.

"Good. I was wondering when you would shut up and just let me fight," she retorted.

"Mock me all you want girl, but you'll be back, I guarantee it."

"We'll see about that!" She chanted in a fighting spirit as the scientist disappeared into the darkness of his chambers below, leaving Vincent outside to fend for herself amongst the rather large horde of demons that now surrounded her. She was not deterred. She was ready for this as a smile creased across her face.

"Party time boys. Come on!"

The demons all launched at her in response to her taunt as she slammed her hand upon the ground and surged the energy within it outward as the ground around her flew up like a giant shield, knocking all the demons away from her. This gave her an ample chance to wield out her sword, Chaos, surged it with energy and threw it towards a demon as it pierced through and launched it at demons behind it, piercing through them as well. The energy she surged through her sword mutilated the energy within the demons it pierced, and causing them to explode. She ran quickly to her sword, grabbed it, and began to slice and dice demons that came in her path as she stabbed and slashed her way through one after another, but for as well as she was doing for her first attempt in a battle with demons, her luck quickly ran out as the demons began to learn her way of fighting. Instead of a direct attack, one of them hyper stretched a tentacle at her and latched onto one of her legs, bringing her to the ground and dragging her towards itself.

Naturally Vincent slashed the tentacle off her leg, but this proved futile as the demonic glob that was still on her leg began to move on its own. It expanded its own mass and began to cover her body.

"Shit!"

She quickly grabbed part of the glob of mass, feeling its energy within, and began to transfer its energy from itself, to inside her sword, empowering it with demonic essence as the glob's mass began to shrink. Once the glob had dissipated she quickly stood up and launched her sword into a spiraling array of death as it flew through the air like a boomerang, killing all demons that had gotten in the way of its path as it made its way around back to her hand. However, she wasn't foolish enough to let arrogance take over. She knew she had to escape and killing off another group of demons gave her just enough time to make a run for it. The demons quickly followed. She was lucky the lab resided within the underground chambers of the city so there wasn't any innocence around to be put in danger, but unfortunately it was under the very outskirts of the city where the scum of society resided. The chance of someone helping her was practically nonexistent. No one cared, not in that part of the city where rapists, murderers and the homeless lived.

The cries and laughter of demons echoed within the dark dim alleys as she ran endlessly until an idea struck her. Running down an alley she stopped at the end, letting the demons pile within the alley way, the tall abandoned city walls towering over her. She placed Chaos over her shoulder as she went over to a nearby wall and tapped on it gently as a large chunk of the wall crumpled to the ground. She snickered happily as she knelt upon the ground and placed her hands down, sending vibrating energetic waves that transferred from the ground to the buildings on both sides of her…

…and the demons.

"So tell me, do any of you know what a nursery rhyme is?" she asked playfully.

The demons could only laugh in anticipation for what they were going to do next as they starred at their prey as if it were the only scrap of meat they could tear at, but all Vincent could do was smile. She found her ace up her sleeve as she began…to sing.

"London Bridge is falling down, falling down…" suddenly the ground beneath the demons began to shake as small crumbs of rubble fell on the ground from the towering walls above them. "…falling down…" the energy Vincent was sending underneath the ground was disrupting the potential energy of the fragile buildings that towered above them, and soon enough they quickly came crashing down, crushing the demons that sat below. Dust from all the rubble and boulders that had fallen upon the demons completely overtook the area, stealing any eyesight of what had happened. Satisfied that her plan worked, she stopped the energy transfer as she stood there and waited for the dust to clear. Soon enough, it cleared as she gazed upon the result of her quick thinking. She jeered mockingly.

"…London Bridge is falling down, my fair lady."

She then bowed as there was no movement whatsoever. It was dead silence, all of her enemies crushed in one foul swoop. She could now walk away free. Well, not without climbing a great deal first, for the mess she left behind left a rather big pile up of demon jelly and rubble at least 10 ft high. Nothing she couldn't easily climb over, but from the affects of transferring energy like that began to slowly creep onto her as her vision blurred slightly and exhaustion began to overtake her as she climbed over the mass of rubble. However, she wasn't worried, at least for now. She made it to the top of the pile and stood atop it and gazed up at the starry sky. The moon shined brilliantly on her, leaving a nicely lit street that she could still see.

"Major problem taken care of, but now I have to find a place to sleep."

She wanted to go to her father's place or a friend's at least, but for a first night on her own from escaping Arkainius, she didn't want to give any leads to those close to her. She wanted them safe and sound, so it looked like the streets would have to do for now. She looked down at the street below as she leapt off the pile of rubble. However, just when she thought things were under control, half way down into the leap her body was suddenly wrapped up quickly by a tentacle, pulled against the rubble behind her.

"Gha ah…what the hehaa…ah!"

She looked down at her side, finding a tentacle like spike pierced straight through her. Apparently one of the demons was still alive, crushed by rock and dust, but still alive.

"N-No…you…damn it!"

For all the pain she had experienced from Arkainius' experiments, she had never been pierced through the body like this before, but for as quickly as the pain had entered her body, it just as quickly dissipated from the body entering into shock. And from the pain temporarily unfelt, she took that moment to take up her sword and slice away the tentacle wrapped around her as the demon yelped, yanking herself off the piercing spike as her body crashed and tumbled down to the bottom of the rubble. The demon slowly began to squeeze its body through the rock and stone. Seeing as she didn't have much time she tried to drag herself to her feet, but the pain instantly got to her, causing her to crash to the ground once more, but if she didn't get away now, she'd be good as dead. Luckily for her, the demon was still trying to squeeze its entire being through the pile up, which gave her time to drag herself away, but the side effects of overusing her powers began to take a toll; tears of blood, exhaustion and dizziness not to mention the blood she was losing from the stab.

She heaved her lonesome body, groping along the walls to keep her balance, but at a very slow pace. Then suddenly she glanced behind her to find the demon had crept out of the rubble and began to look for her. The building she was groping along was abandoned and had an entrance to which she quickly plunged into as she hid in the shadows, waiting…hoping…the demon wouldn't find her. The blob like creature crept along eerily and slow looking and feeling everything it touched to find at least a small trace of her, but it found now. Even if the demon didn't find her at this point she would die of blood loss. She had to find help from someone…anyone. Help was not of abundance in this are though, being desolate and empty. If she yelled out she would be found out by the demon for sure, but if she did nothing she would die. Her vision was half gone already, so it made it even more impossible to find her way around and so she listened carefully for the slugging drag of the demon as it slithered along the ground until she couldn't hear it anymore. Once silence emitted into the air she felt it was safe enough to come out.

By that time the shock her body was in, was no more, the pain began to pile on with every move she made, but her will to survive was stronger as she finally made it to a nearby window, poking her head out and looking around. Everything was blurry and she could barely see, but she didn't hear anything nearby and saw from the little she could make out in her vision that the coast was clear as she leaned her body out of one of the exists. She looked down the street in the direction she still hadn't gone in, and there in the distance was a building, blurry, but still recognizable in shape and color, just as dark as any other, but the only difference is, it had a glowing neon sign in cursive lettering. However, it was too far away for her to read it out. It could just be a strip club or a local bar, but either way she had to go to someone and so began her onward drag towards the building with the glowing sign. Unfortunately however, she was leaving a trail of blood drippings on the ground and it wasn't long before the demon picked up trail on it. The building now was only 20 feet away as she dragged along and just when she thought she was scot free, the demon came up right behind her.

Standing in a stager she looked over her shoulder only to have a gelatinous hand grab her face, picking her up off the ground as she dangled loosely. Naturally she grasped onto the hand with both of her own, mutating the energy within it, causing the glob of mass on her face to implode on itself as she was dropped to the ground, but despite her efforts to fight back, she was at a grave disadvantage being so exhausted and her vision almost completely gone at this point. The demon didn't hesitate to strike again as it morphed one of its tentacles into a sharp blade like weapon and thrust it at Vincent. She managed to spot it out just in time to dodge it from hitting a vital organ, but in doing so, she got slashed on her side just underneath her armpit, almost piercing into a rib. She gasped, coughing up blood, weakening…and dyeing.

"Hey! What the hell is going on out here?! Can't a guy get a little sleep?"

Suddenly a man in red appeared, carrying a rather large sword that was sitting peacefully, but prepared, on his shoulder. He stood rather tall above her as he kept his sights set on the demon. The moonlight from the sky shined upon his white hair as he smiled with a look of anticipation for a nightly brawl. A man in red carrying a large sword with white hair. That was the last image she saw as her eyesight gave out.