A Misplaced Devil

Disclaimer: I do not own the Devil May Cry series, Neon Genesis Evangelion, or Negima! Magister Negi Magi.

This is my first Story so I look forward to my reviews. However Flamers will be cryogenically frozen and placed on Pluto.

I owe a lot of thanks to Devilkeys Writing-sama for his help, so Dōmo arigatō.

A massive behemoth floated among darkness. A brilliant purple, with green on its legs, feet, arms and shoulders. A disturbingly colored throat led up to a ghastly head. A savage mouth looking to tear into any and everything, with a matching horn ready to gore its foes.

Inside the behemoth was a child, for he could not yet be called a man, of fourteen and he was slowly stirring. He wore what could only be considered latex fetish gear. With a underbody of blue and black in patterns and upper body armor colored white, he looked perfect for an S&M nightclub. Until you got to his face that is.

He had soft wavy brown hair, cut short above his ears. When his eyes fluttered you saw sorrowful blue eyes. It was around his eyes that would have saddened most. Small stress lines were developing, showing a life full of struggle, agony and little to no joy.

The first thing Shinji saw or more exactly felt was the all-consuming darkness. It was a sea of night, much more massive than Unit 01. He felt like it was crushing him, smothering him, ending his meager existence. He curled into a ball, and shut his eyes hoping to wake and find it was just a dream.

"Heh, what's got you so down kid?" An amused voice asked, to the left of Shinji.

A bright flash of golden light seemed to consume the darkness. As Shinji blinked away the spots he gaped. The all encompassing darkness had transformed into a train car. He shifted to look out the window and he could even see Tokyo-3 passing by in the window. There was even the sun setting into a haze of yellow and red sky. Then he heard chuckling from behind him. Quickly he spun around, and stared at the site before him.

There were two men in front of him, both blue-eyed and white-haired. Their faces had fine features, high cheekbones, thin eyebrows, almost aristocratic faces. Both were tall, around 6'2, and Shinji could tell they were brothers, possibly twins. But that was where the similarities ended.

The one on Shinji's left had a cold look that was greater than Rei's ever would be. He stood leaning on a pole silently watching him. His white hair was swept back into a flowing wave, pointing towards the back of his head. He wore a shiny, black leather vest, which was formed snugly over his torso. Inside the vest could see the tip of a dull, navy blue cravat, tucked firmly into the vest. For pants; they were a dull black leather-ish material, no Shinji looked closer and they seemed to be made out of tiny indivisible scales, like snake skin. But starting just below his knees was a pair of light brown boots the golden buckles of the boots started at the top, two on the outside of his legs. He had a pair of fingerless, tan colored, leather gloves. The backs of the gloves themselves had a circle in the back carved out.

It was the coat that truly caught Shinji's eye, it was exquisite, almost a work of art. It was a shiny aquamarine, reaching from just under his chin, flowing into two tails, finally stopping at his ankles. Lined with gold, a stripe down the center of each arm, it seemed to shift and sway in a non-existent breeze. Five pointed straps of leather, pointing inward, just before the wrists, were pinned with gold buttons and lined with gold coloring. Lining the right side of the coat were simple buttons of a gunmetal grey. However, just to the outside of the buttons, starting on the bottom right side, was a white tribal snake creature. It went up the chest, around the neck and ended in an open mouth over his heart.

Then, there was the sword, it was ridiculous, thought Shinji, 'Who carries a sword these days?' It was long, probably a Ō-katana. It had a white hilt with a black stripe through it, with a circular golden guard and a bronze cap. Attached to the lacquered black sheath, was a yellow tassel, all together producing an image of a dangerous weapon.

The second man was all around friendlier looking. His hair fell around his face, parting to cover most of his right eye leaving his left eye uncovered. There was a slight scruff on his chin. He was leaning into a seat with his feet up.

He wore a vest made of some kind of unknown fabric. It was unzipped enough to expose his neck and just a bit of his chest. He wore red jeans, and a pair of shiny, dark brown chaps held up by a belt. The belt buckle had a grinning, demonic face engraved upon its surface. It was rather disturbing to Shinji. The chaps themselves ended in intricately sown, starting mid-shin, ending covering the tops of his black, leather work boots.

His coat was twin-tailed as well; however it ended at the back of his knees. It was a dark blood red with the collar turned out. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. The coat was open, but it was held together by three large buttons; one between his pectorals, the other two were located just above his belt buckle. He wore a pair of leather gloves that left his index fingers and thumbs uncovered.

Then the man shifted to the left showing the sword, some kind of broad sword, though Shinji did not know what type. The base of the hilt was spiky, but the hilt itself was too small for two hands, leading Shinji to believe it was meant to be wielded one-handed. The hilt lead to a horned skull with a gaping jaw, lined with teeth meant to cut, slice, and maul. The guard was a pair of humerus pointing out in an angle. Attaching the skull and blade was a rib cage made of five pairs of bones.

"W-who are you? Where am I?" It seemed that Shinji had found his voice and it wanted out, badly.

"Relax, kid. Just let us explain and everything will be okay. Mostly." Spoke the man in red. "Now my names Dante and the stiff is my brother, Vergil." 'Vergil' just snorted at his introduction.

"Now I don't know how to say this gently, but…"

"You died." Vergil finally spoke and like his features, his voice was as cold like ice.

"WHAT? How could I die, I can't be dead. Misato and the others need my help." Shinji started to panic. Though honestly the brothers couldn't blame him, it was a terrifying experience.

"Calm down Shinji and let me explain. You died but you weren't meant to. There was more work for you to do, but when a mortal dies that's it, no 'ifs' 'ands' or 'buts'. However you're something of a special case." Dante's tone was calm and soothing, perfect to settle Shinji's nerves.

"What do you mean?"

"It's complicated." 'Yeah, the kid would have ushered in the apocalypse or an era of peace.' "Besides," he continued "you've got stress lines, at fourteen! That's not normal kid."

"Let me explain." Vergil spoke, his tone broaching no argument. "Now its best I explain with a lesson. There are multiple worlds and universes, innumerable to count. Many go through a test of sorts to prove it's worth and one world will be doing so soon. You will be sent to aid that world."

"But what about the others?" Shinji was hesitant to ask this because frankly, Vergil freaked him out.

"It will be perfectly fine. Now to properly fit into the new world you will de-aged and, sadly, your memories of your world."

"What? Why? Why can't you two save that world?" Shinji was starting to get desperate. New worlds, lost memories, losing several years, it nearly reduced him to tears.

"We're already dead Shinji." Dante spoke sadly. "But cheer up; you'll get our weapons and skills. You'll just need to practice with them."

"My world will be perfectly safe?" Asked Shinji.

"Perfectly." Lied Dante, it broke his heart lying to the kid, it really did. But it had to be done or many more would suffer.

"We're running out of time Dante." Vergil spoke up and indeed they were for Tokyo-3 was disappearing and a bright light was over taking the train.

"Best of luck kid, you'll need." Dante gave a smirk and cocky wave as the train doors slid open.

"Wha-" Before Shinji could react; Dante grabbed him by the scruff of his plugsuit and threw him out the doors.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!" Shinji's screams followed him as he fell.

"Think he'll be alright?" Dante asked Vergil.

"He will be fine."

As Shinji fell, he saw the light closing in on him, so he felt he would do what anyone else would. He screamed like a sissy and swore for the first time in his life.

"Dante, you assho-"

~THUD~

"I hope."

"Ow."

Alright this is the prologue. Before you ask the angels will be back. How and when are a secret.