The Titan Devil

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN DEVIL MAY CRY NOR DO I OWN THE TEEN TITANS. THEY ARE THE PROPERTY OF THEIR RESPECTIVE OWNERS AND WILL STAY AS SUCH.

The afternoon; the time of day when the city is at its hottest.However, the city and its heated climate were rather tame compared to the other cities in California. The out- of- towners could easily take the heat. They would feel just a tad bit warm at the most. As for people that are visiting Jump or relocating there from a different state, that is a different story. As far as they are concerned, Jump City might as well have been a desert.

However, there was one person who was unaffected by the heat, despite his darkly colored clothing. A young man no older than twenty-two can be seen traipsing through town. He had his jet black hair cut short, giving an unobstructed view of his light blue eyes. He wore a grey wife beater underneath an open, dark blue, knee-length jacket with its hood resting idly against his back. While the hood did match the rest of the jacket, there was a red vertical stripe going down the exterior of the hood, perfectly matching the color of the interior of the jacket. On the left sleeve you can see the Union Jack stitched into the fabric. On the leather cord around his neck there rests a red amulet, the centerpiece most likely a ruby and a beautiful one at that. His fingerless gloves, his boots, and his jeans, were all a matching black color. Resting on his back was a vinyl guitar case.

He hears his stomach begin to growl rather loudly as he has not eaten anything since he boarded his flight from Limbo City to Jump City. Looking back on it, he was lucky to have made it past airport security with his weapons…err… equipment. But luckily for him his amulet served as a storage space for Rebellion. (Just bear with me here.) However he prefers to carry it with the guitar case due to the drawback of it taking longer to remove from the storage space than it does to actually store it. As for Ebony and Ivory, he was able to alter their size due to the effects of merging them with a vast amount of demonic energy and thereby making it into a pseudo- devil arm. It was not a true devil arm seeing as how he created them rather than receive them as a result of conquering yet another demon. That being said, he clipped the then shrunken handguns to his necklace to be inconspicuous. TA DA! Problem solved!

The flight itself was nearly unbearable, and that's really saying something when it comes out of the mouth of someone who hunts freaking demons for a living! The seats were uncomfortable, the drinks were served around rather slowly, and not to mention that the airplane food tasted like crap! That being said, young Dante was now on the prowl for a place to eat, preferably Italian so he could get his hands on some pizza. After ten minutes of desperately seeking a restaurant that served pizza, he finally succeeded. A neon sign hanged over the entrance. In flickering lights the sign read: "JUMP CITY PIZZA" At least that was what he had gathered from the still working lights. Otherwise it read: "J P CI Y PI ZA." Too hungry to care about the lack of imagination in the naming of the eatery, Dante swept through the door before inhaling the heavenly scent of freshly made pizza.

Unfortunately for Dante, there was already a line of at least five people all waiting to place their orders. While he waited, the pizza lover scanned the overhead menu for his desired dish; toppings and all. After five minutes of waiting, Dante was finally able to take his place at the front. Too hungry to flirt with the hot cashier, Dante was all business and placed his order. "Large pizza, extra cheese, all toppings minus pineapple and anchovies. And could I also get one of the restaurant's new strawberry smoothies to go?

After pressing a few buttons on the register, the perky cashier replies: "That amounts to $15.56."

Dante silently complies and hands the cashier a twenty. After receiving his change he just stuffs it into his jeans.

"Your order will be ready shortly."

With a silent nod, the half-devil walks to one of the booths and sinks into the cheap fabric-covered seat. Bored, Dante leans his head on the backrest. Roughly ten minutes later his order is called out from the register telling him his food was ready. Quickly standing up, Dante collects his prize and exits the eatery. After stopping to take a look around, he could see that all the tables were fully occupied. Except for one. The table only had a small sitting space but it would have to suffice. Taking a closer look the half-devil sees that it is occupied by some rather…odd people.

It's not every day you see a green elf, a cyborg, and a masked guy in a jumpsuit. As for the goth woman and her friend with a bad spray tan while they are uncommon, the look is not unheard of. When the demon hunter approached the table it came to his attention that they were rather animated when they talked.

The elf and his half-robot friend seemed to be arguing over God knows what. The goth was sitting quietly as she read a thick, leather-bound book. The woman with the bad spray tan was drinking…mustard? While she talked to the guy in the jumpsuit.

Moving to the empty spot next to the reading girl, Dante interrupts the hooded woman from her reading by lightly tapping her on the shoulder. She abruptly closes her book before turning to see who had dared to interfere with her reading, the other occupants noticing the action. In an impressively flat monotone she addresses the half-devil. "Can I help you with something?"

"Um, yeah. Is it okay if I sit here? Everywhere else is full," Dante replies politely. Apparently she had no problem with it as she had returned to reading her book without responding. Taking that as a yes, Dante sits down in his newly acquired seat after setting down his smoothie and pizza. He opens the cardboard container and receiving a big whiff of the wonderful aroma that only a freshly baked pizza can deliver. Just as he was about to take the first bite something just had to come along and interrupt him. That something decided to come in the form of a giant explosion going off nearby. As one, the group of strangers jumped to their feet, each of them in a battle-ready position. The two women had their hands covered in some kind of energy. The cyborg's arm had shifted into a cannon, the one in the jumpsuit pulled out a metal staff from God knows where, and the elf had turned into a green lion.

The ragtag group follows their masked leader and join him at his position next to the hooded woman. Once they were all next to her, a black energy pools around them before forming a dome. When the dome had lowered five seconds later there was no one there. Figuring they could deal with whatever the hell was going on, he returns his attention to his pizza. Yet again he is interrupted before he can take a bite when he senses multiple signatures of demonic energy where the explosion had originated. With a sigh of resignation, Dante abandons his lunch and takes off at inhuman speeds towards the demons' location ready to kick some demon ass.