This is my very first fan fiction story, so I hope its at least somewhat readable. I will try and work on improving my writing as I go, but I can not promise my updates will be fast (also the reason for a very short first chapter). And of course I don't own anything in the DMC world, only my own ideas. With all that boring stuff out of the way, I hope you enjoy the story.

Chapter One

It was your average day at Devil May Cry. The jukebox was playing rock music, the old creaky fan turned over head, and a little blonde girl was busy cleaning the room in her frilly pink dress. All the while a tall man with white hair, dressed in red, sat sleeping at his desk with his feet propped up at his desk with a magazine on his face.

Just after noon, two women entered his office. One woman called Lady was average height with short, dark hair and two different colored eyes. She wore a white blouse and a skirt with enough ammunition in the many pockets to blow a building. The other woman, named Trish, was slightly taller with straight blonde hair down to her waist. She was wearing skin tight black pants with matching corset. The little girl turned at the sound of the door opening.

"Customer?"

"Sorry Patty, its just me and Trish," Lady said.

"Hey guys! What brings you down here? If you want Dante, good luck. I haven't got him to move all morning, he is so lazy!"

"Isn't that the truth," Trish said with a laugh.

"Can you all keep it down! I'm trying to get some sleep here," Dante said with a yawn as he removed his magazine from his face.

"Calm down Dante. We haven't come to pester you this time. Even if you still owe me my money." Lady explained.

"Then what the hell you doing here?"

"We were asked here to meet our client for our next mission," Trish said.

"So why meet here? I'm not some open house, here for your use whenever you want."

"I asked to meet here because I wish to hire you as well, Dante Sparda," came the reply of a new, deeper voice.

All heads turn to see a dark figure in the door way. He was a tall and skinny man, with skin as pale was the moon. Short dark hair hung down to his eyes which were as dark as coal. He finished walking into the office of the devil hunters building.

"Who the hell are you," Dante asked with a raised eyebrow.

"My name is Professor Lacerta. And I have a great evil at my home that needs taken care of, by all of you."

"So bad that you wish to hire all three of us?" Lady asked, "What exact ally are we suppose to exterminate?"

"A dragon."