Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the DmC universe, I just fell in love with the story and characters :)
Hello! This is my first try at a Fan fiction. I've never used this site before either so bear with me if I mess anything up! Thanks for reading, please leave me some insight!
'You are Dante.' He brought a calloused hand up to his face in after thought, but what does that mean exactly? He was in the derelict manor that used to be his childhood home. Alone in what was once his parents room, he stood looking at full ornate mirror that had miraculously survived the damages of time. He sized himself up in the mirror, and ran his hand through his now white hair in after thought.
After the fall of Mundus, and the sudden betrayal of Vergil, Dante had taken Kat to this home, a place (he was hoping) that would allow her to finally heal in peace. Looking away from the mirror and taking a step to the large windows (The glass mostly broken out of them), he let his thoughts consume him again.
"Dante, we have to go back to The Order! We have to help any people there that may have escaped! What are you doing?" He had her cradled in his arms and continued traveling through the broken city, pointedly away from the ruins of The Order."No, we're not going back there until you've taken care of yourself first. No more selfless bullshit, that almost got you killed." The memory of her sacrifice at head quarters was still fresh in his mind."Dante please!" Her tiny fists began hitting his chest. He stayed silent, and continued traveling. "Dante.." Her frame began to shake, she stopped hitting him and suddenly she was silent. He looked down at her stunned, his titanic resolve faltering slightly as he saw her for the first time, crying -no, weeping. He knew it wasn't just her friends she was thinking about. It was Virgil. His betrayal cost her more, and the knowledge that he just continuously used her over and over again was plain in her eyes. Being used seemed to be a reoccurring theme in Kat's life, and it bore a bottomless black pit into Dante's soul every time he thought about it. He'd be damned if he'd ever let her be used as a play thing again. She quietly let the memories flow from her until she was still with sleep. It was night before they had reached the manor, the stars lighting a path to the house and the cold air prickling their skin and fogging their breath. She didn't wake or stir when he laid her down in a pile of dusty linen's he had managed to find, and letting her finally rest, he took to his parent's room.
Thank you so much for reading! Sorry this first chapter is so small, I'm definitely going to work on that :) Please read and review!
-Opalesence