I wanted to do this for a while. I just noticed no-one already did it, so I figured, hey, give it a shot! So, here is the novelised version (which I hope isn't crappy) of Devil May Cry!

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Chapter one: Prologue

Two Millenniums ago, there was a war, between the human world, and the other, the Underworld. But somebody from the underworld woke up to justice, and stood up against this legion, alone. His name was Sparda. Later, he quietly reigned the human world, and continued to preserve harmony… until his death. He became a legend. The Legendary Dark Knight, Sparda.

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September 24th, 2001

It was about 11:30 on a Friday night, the backstreet slums alive with the usual sounds. A siren wailing, the occasional footsteps, a stray cat meowing eerily. The full moon illuminated the black, cloudy sky.

A single figure dropped out of the sky, blackened by the moonlight behind it. It landed on the ground gracefully, almost as if it were a cat. "It" being a tall, hauntingly beautiful woman with waist-length blonde hair.

She wore shades, a black leather bustier, leather tights and black boots. She turned around and noticed a small office building with the red neon sign up above the front doors, reading "Devil May Cry". A bike was parked opposite the woman. A small smirk came across her face.

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The phone rang, and a black boot crashed into the desk, sending it flying off the hook and into the hand of a very bored man. "Devil May Cry?" He said in a sing-song tone, and listened to the caller. "Sorry, we closed at nine."

He threw the phone back on the receiver, staring at the ceiling in utter boredom. Dante was having a really shitty week. Lady was off on some job in Spain, and she hadn't even bothered to tell him when she'd return. He hadn't bothered to clean out the office, hence the rotting demon heads pinned up against his office walls. At least he managed to go out and get a tan that summer. Still, he was bored. End of story. "Again, no password… can't seem to get anymore business…" He said, annoyed.

For some reason, the room smelled really bad, as if someone threw up a lot in it. All that was lying on his desk were the old boxes of pizza and empty beer bottles, as well as his twin pistols, Ebony & Ivory, the phone, and the picture of his long-deceased mother, Eva.

He was getting sick of being out of work. Maybe the demons just up and quit. Maybe he just was that damn good. Maybe - -

The front doors burst off their hinges (again), as a rather hot chick, in Dante's opinion, came riding in on a red bike. He sat, astonished at what was bestowed upon him (and for the fact that it was the second time his doors came off their hinges in the past month), and said while chuckling, "Whoa... slow down, Babe!"

The woman dismounted the bike and faced the hunter. Dante sat up and looked at her with a steadily increasing grin. "Well well, what do we have here? Nature calls? It's in the back.", he said as if he rehearsed the line daily.

The woman finally spoke. "So… you must be the handyman who'll take any dirty job… am I correct?" She laid a hand on her hip in an almost-smartass manner.

"Almost.. I only take special jobs… if, you know what I mean." The hunter replied, taking his now-favoured sword, Force Edge off its rack off the wall (The rack, being placed upon the rack of a pin-up girl poster.), and swung it around casually.

The woman seemed uninterested. "You're the man who lost a mother and a brother to evil 20 years ago.. the son of the Dark Knight Sparda… Mr. Dante?" She said slyly. Dante's grin was wiped off his face.

"Well the way I figure it, in this business a lot of your kind comes around." He began swinging his sword around again. "And.. if I kill each one that comes, eventually I'll hit the jackpot sooner or later…" With that, he pointed Force Edge at the woman, a bitter look in his eerily pale blue eyes.

Trish just looked at him. "In that case, you should be used to this sorta thing.", she said, and suddenly grabbed the blade of force edge, her hand crackling with electricity. The electric current ran up the blade and into Dante, who seem to feel a lot of pain out of it.

He yelled out on pain, and the woman took the sword, reared back and fly kicked him, then kneed him in the face, sending him soaring into the desk, smashing in upon impact. The woman switched hand with the sword and threw it straight at Dante, embedding it in his chest, blood spurting everywhere.

Dante continued groaning in pain as the woman continued her lightning assault on him. She laughed evilly as she shocked him. "Hahahaha! Are you really the son of the Legendary Dark Knight, Sparda?? Didn't your daddy ever teach you how to use a sword?!?" She yelled over the loud crackling. She ran over to the bike, picked it up and threw it towards the downed hunter.

"A sword... haha!" Dante chuckled, picking up Ebony & Ivory from the ground, giving them a twirl and aiming them at the bike. "Time to go to work guys!"

Time suddenly seemed to slow for Dante as he called upon his Quicksilver power, obtained almost nine years ago from the demonic timesteed, Geryon. The bike stopped in midair as the hunter blasted away at it with full speed. The effect wore out and soon enough, the bike ended up going the other way.

The woman screamed "NO!" and dove out of the way of the bike, as it hit the ground, exploding. She turned quickly to see the half-devil hunter approaching her slowly, sword protruding from his chest with a cold look on his face.

"Even as a child I had powers… there's demonic blood in me." He said to her. "What… strength…" The woman gasped, slowly backing up. He pulled Force Edge free from his chest, and nailed it into the floor. "You're one of the only ones to know about my vengeance. Look like I'm getting closer." The hunter pointed out, pointing Ivory at her.

She slowly got up. "It seems that way… but I'm not your enemy. My name is Trish." The woman turned and walked to look out at the moonlight, seemingly unfazed that her fate was to be determined by Dante's gun at any second. "I came here to seek your help. To put an end to the Underworld." With that, she removed her shades, then turned to look at Dante.

What Dante saw caused him to gasp, horrifying him but somewhat intriguing him at the same time. One word went into his head as he took notice of her ethereal blue eyes.

Mother…

End of chapter 1… hope you liked it! Please review!