Prologue:
The city was silent. Not many people were out on the streets of ruin and the demons that were usually out were scarce. They didn't come out of the Underworld often as much as they used to. For if they did, the Demon Hunter would get them. And they knew that.
The night was a silent one, with only the yellow moon shining high above the sky and the white stars twinkled all around it. There was nothing but silence. The deserted streets were as dark as they were silent. Only one was lit up. And that street led up towards a highly lit building with a large neon sign that flashed brightly.
The sign said: DEVIL NEVER CRY
It was the home of the Demon hunter, Dante and his personal business that he had created since the death of his mother. The lights were on inside, proving that someone was up late. But that someone, clearly Dante, was unaware that he would soon have a visitor.
The visitor was standing outside in the dark street, just looking up at the highly lit building. Their emerald green eyes just stared at the flashing sign, gleaming with excitement. They were wearing a black hooded cloak, hiding their identity and gender. The person was small though and quite petite looking. They were also excited about something. Something that was about to happen. It was time for payback.
Inside, Dante was sitting in his chair, head leaned back and his eyes closed.He had his feet propped up on his desk and his hands folded on his stomach. He appeared to be asleep. But he wasn't asleep. He was actually neither asleep nor awake. He knew he should just call it a day and head upstairs to get some sleep. There was no way that someone would be out this late. And if they were, they must have been crazy. It was way after midnight. They should have been asleep. But then again, demons didn't sleep. So if they weren't going to go to sleep, neither would the Hunter.
It had been quite a while since Dante last had a job. The demon hunting had slowed down a notch for not many demons decided to show their ugly faces. They knew that Dante would get them the very minute they started to terrorize the people of his city.
Dante, himself, hadn't changed very much since his last crusade. He was still the same. He kept his platinum white hair slightly long, yet short too. It had grown a few inches since the last time he hunted. His eyes were still as icy blue as ever. He still favored his red trench coat, with black underneath. His amulate was still around his neck, with the three jewels that enhanced his demon powers.
His prized collection of swords were hanging on the wall with the many skulls of demons he once hunted, with only a few guns that he had collected over the years. But his favorite guns, Ebony and Ivory were in their place at his sides. They stayed there at all times, no matter what. He even slept with those things under his pillow.
Dante was nearly dozing off when he felt a strange presense enter the room. It made him completely awake, but he kept his eyes shut, frowning deeply. He listened hard to the soft footsteps walking towards him. The intruder was no doubt being as quiet as much as they could as they snuck up towards him. The demon hunter's hands relaxed, slowly slipping away from one another as if he had fallen asleep, slowly sliding down to where his guns were.
And when the intruder was too close for his comfort, his eyes snapped open and he looked right at them. His guns were in his hand, trained on the alarmed intruder, who only stepped back but not reacted.
"You know, it's not very smart to sneak into someone's place and bother them when they're trying to sleep. You may get shot." Dante warned as he slowly placed his feet on the wooden floor.
The stranger didn't reply as they slowly reached up and grabbed the hood. Carefully, they lowered the hood while saying, "I suppose you're right. It's not smart. Especially when it's you, Demon Hunter, son of a demon."
Dante wasn't surprised that this person knew who he was and what he was. Half of the human population that still existed knew him and his origin. They knew what he did and how he did it. How could this woman not know who he was?
But he was surprised by how she looked.
The woman standing before him was a very beautiful and elegant woman. She had dark brown hair which was pulled into a loose braid with long bangs hanging over her emerald green eyes. A deep red ribbon tied in her hair, spilling down her black. She was wearing a black outfit under the dark cloak. A black top with long sleeves and the bottom cut just a few inches from below her busts, showing her toned stomach and belly button. Her pants were of black leather with mid knee high black leather boots. A few belts were around her right leg where she had two long blades. She had the looks of an angel; a dark angel to be more precise. She was very fair skinned and quite exquisite. More than the woman he usually worked with. Lady, Trish and Lucia had been extremely beautiful but this woman was definitely more beautiful than they were.
"Who are you?" Dante asked finding himself at last.
The dark beauty just smiled coolly at him, her green eyes sparkling with delight. They never left Dante's icy eyes once as she moved forward. "I am Jen. I've come to you to service. I need a demon destroyed." She then arched her pencil thin eyebrow. "Devil Never Cy is still open, correct?"
Dante nodded as he slid his guns away and stood up. "Yeah. It's still open. I'm Dante, the one who runs this place. What kind of demon do you need killed?"
Jen smiled at him in a bittersweet way. "A demon of such wickedness. His name is Chaos. His name says all. He lives inside the body of a wicked man who is just as wicked as he is. He kills people without emotion or care for the person at all."
Dante frowned at the news. That was definitely something new. He had never known of a demon possessing the body of a man. He had never seen it happen or hear of it. Tilting his head, he squinted his eyes at Jen. "The man, you say, is wicked? What has he done?"
Jen's smile never wavered once. She just kept her emerald green eyes on his icy blue ones. "He killed a woman many years ago when he was suppose to protect her." She announced to him.
"Really?" Dante asked suspiciously. "And what's it to you that he killed this woman? Who is she to you?"
Jen's smile was now gone and her eyes had gone very dark. "My mother, Demon Hunter. The woman was my mother." She told him.
Dante crinkled his nose a little as he gave her a serious look. "This isn't about revenge is it? Because I don't do humans. I'm a Demon Hunter, not a bounty hunter." He told her in a very serious way. Jen shook her head as she looked just as serious. "No. This is not about revenge. Not entirely. It's just about the demon. The demon is a monster, Dante. It kills people, men, women and children; not caring for their lives or for the people that once loved them. It causes grief and suffering wherever it goes. It must be stopped but no one can do it. No one but you. You have the powers to do it."
"And the wicked man? How does he die in this plot?" Dante asked sarcastically.
Jen smiled again. "Well, he and the demon shares the same body. You kill the man, you kill the demon. Therefore, job well done. However I must warn you. The man has companions. His friends will try to stop you, I fear. They are as wicked as he is. They are mercenaries, terrorists. They killed countless of lives, caring only about theirselves and about money. You don't have to kill them but they might get in your way. Your target is only the demon and the man but if they do get in the way, kill them. But make sure the man dies. He has caused enough pain and suffering." She told Dante.
Dante just frowned before he turned away, digging into his pocket. He pulled out his Lady Coin, glancing at Jen. "If it's heads." He muttered before flipping the coin into the air. He caught it right out of the air and looked at what the verdict was.
With a nod, he put it back into his pocket.
"You're in luck. It's heads. I'll take the job. Where's the demon man?" He asked as he went over to the wall and pulled off his sword, Alastor, from the wall.
"Good." Jen said sounding happy again. "Prepare yourself, Demon Hunter. It's going to be a bumpy ride."
Dante frowned with confusion and looked back at him. He didn't know what she meant by that. "What?" He asked. Jen only smirked in such a way that it actually made a shiver go right up his back. He did not like that look. He really had a bad feeling about this.
Author's Note:
All right, not for an explaination about this story. The other day I had just gotten done beating Devil May Cry 2 when I came up with a pretty interesting idea. I thought, what would happen if Dante was suddenly transported to the world of Final Fantasy 7 and he was hired to kill Vincent because he's a so called demon? Well, I decided to put this story to the test, and I'm hoping that whoever reads it will like what I've been doing with it. Now this is only just the beginning and I will have the next chapter as soon as I can. But I can guarentee it, this will be a VERY interesting story. So please tell me what you think of it so far, even though there's not very much to say about it just yet.
