: prologue :
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The sun was just rising over the roofs of the city, its golden light dripping slowly into the dark alleys and roads, pushing back the darkness. Well at least the normal darkness that comes from shadows, not the kind that is unnatural and sinister. A lone figure, a young man, to be exact, dashed down the street at a breakneck pace. His dark blue, trench coat, whipping out behind him as he rushed towards a monument that seemed to glow in the morning light
The young man slowed to a stop in the middle of the street, his eyes falling onto an obstacle. Demons. Oh great… He was already late. He didn't have time for this, but all the same. His light blue eyes quickly glanced over the hoards of creatures stumbling around in the street. They weren't even a challenge, stupid scarecrows. All the same... A little grin graced is lips for a moment, his white bangs dipping into his face, before his visage morphed into a snarl. He dashed forwards suddenly, heading straight for the group of darkness-filled scarecrows. In response to his suddenly advance, the demons sprang into the air ready to fight their attacker. The youth ignored the demons above him, jumping forwards and delving amongst the creatures as he kicked one in the chest, sending it back into others, having a convenient boiling-pin effect.
He landed, quickly regaining his balance from the kick, instantly turning, and punching a demon to his right in the face, keeping his slung arm close to his body. One of the creatures before him swung its blade-arm forward, aiming to cleave the boy in half from shoulder to hip. However, the abused weapon was caught by the youth, as he turned, not pausing but always moving in a rough, unorthodox, but still purposeful movements. He whipped the creature around in a circle, the force ripping the creature's weaponized appendage from its body. He tossed the blade in the air, catching the 'handle' as it fell. Now he was armed.
The white haired teen turned suddenly, swinging the discolored sword in wide arcs, cutting down any of the demons that were too slow or too stupid to get out of his way. The harsh snarl he on his face slowly faded... He was missing it…
He turned sharply; aiming for the wall. He lunched himself upwards, kicking off a demon to rise higher into the air. The moment his boot-clad foot touched the wall he changed directions, running along the wall in an almost gravity-defining act and over the demons stuck in the street. He jumped again and again, using demons that were trying to reach him, only as stepping-stones, moving himself forwards, cutting down any creatures that happened to get in the way. He landed, sliding the blade down through a demon till the blade hit the ground. He twisted his wrist, the weapon turning down the sunlight shining off of its damaged surface. Again, he fought the devils back, not of their blades getting close enough to him to actually pose a threat.
He jumped upward, swinging his blade to the sky. The steel dragged a skewered demon upwards along with it, easily flinging the monster into the air. A number of demons jumped up to mean him. The youth twisted and turned his body, directing is weapon past each, kicking out at the one he would have missed. He landed again, quickly hacking through the last few demons till… he paused, blade held out to his side, legs wide, his jacket fanning out behind for a moment before falling. The last demons stumbled back, falling onto the ground in a fit as the darkness leaked out of it, as it did with all the other demons, as the darkness leaked out of it. The last moments of the other demons was the same, writhing on the ground as if in pain until each monster was nothing more than harmless, empty sack lying in the street.
Slowly the young man straightened, dropping his arm, and breathing more heavily than normal. The snarl and harsh looks from batter faded from his face as turned to look towards the cathedral, still glowing in the sunrise. The morning light shown on his pale hair, making it shin and shimmer. Was he going to make it in time? He then dropped the blade, and continued his hurried sprint towards the building in the distance.
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A final note rang out, filling the crowded cathedral with that last ringing tone. The white haired youth sat at the end of a bench, throwing his foot up onto his opposite knee, arm draped over the back of the bench. He took a few deep breaths, trying to regain his composure. He looked up at the young woman on the stage as the rest of the congregation clapped quietly. The women smiled softly at the applause then turned her attention towards the young man, her face lighting up. He blinked glanced away from her, slightly embarrassed. After a moment he leaned his head back and grinned at the young singer, his white hair hanging in his face a bit.
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Outside, the sun finally crawled above the roof of the cathedral, casting its warming glow on a lone figure standing a top a roof, hand on a hip, jacket billowing slightly in the wind.
Hey all you readers~! Its me being a spaz! I read a few one-shots by other people where they actually wrote out a cut-scene, occasionally changing something. I had been thinking about doing something like that anyways, but their story's inspirded me to actually get started. Now don't worry, lovers of Dancing with Guns & Swords, this won't take away from writing for that, it'll just kind be a dead muse filler. Now the other thing is that i actually plan to write all of the missions and cut-scenes much in this fashion, not to mention I'm going to be painfully accurate with the actions in the cut-scenes... i watched the 3 minutes that consists of this one SOOOO many times But at least its sounds good *thumbs up*
Now the other thing is that through the storyline, if the readers request, I may tweak stuff, like emotions of a few words here or there ^ ~ But only if you guys ask for it or for something in particular *coughcoughc*yaoi*cough* Yep, so let me know what you guys want to see. Love you all to pieces!
PLEASE REVIEW! i know there are more chapters, but when you give me your opinion on each it helps me out so much more when i come back to fix stuff. The reader's opinion means so much to me. So being harsh is okay but along as it is readers that aren't already on the site, i have reviews open to everyone so i would still love to hear your thoughts~!
DISCLAIMER: I, sadly, do not own any characters from the various Devil May Cry series, nor do i make any money from this reproduction. If i did own these characters Dante would wear less clothing more often and Kyrie would have died... *thumbs up*
PS: do you guy prefer this stuff before or after the happenings?
