Dante-capcom Title- Blue Oyster Cult Vergil( maybe I haven't decided yet) Definitely Capcom

CH 1

Mother only said to watch, Minori kept reminding herself. Still she was discontent to take a passive role in the slaughter she feared would commence. "I just don't trust Carmyne. Watch closely, Fangs of Winter's Wind, and be prepared to act if any come Reaping this morning."

After thus commanding her familiar, the girl sorceress set her fingers into the ritual passes to create the Scrying Ball. She settled more comfortably in her chair, gazing into the fragile structure cradled in her palms. It would be a long day.

Having attuned her thoughts with the ball, the girl sent her minds eye roving to find Winter.She thought it odd that Winter chose to stay so far from the boy she sent him to protect. Perhaps he senses danger on the parameter, Minori reasoned. Trusting Fangs of Winter's Wind to guard outside, she sent the crystal to search elsewhere.


Teleportation is a bitch even for a wolf. Thankfully the mistress had prepared many spells, for Fangs of Winter's Wind could smell several things lurking in this place. He could smell, also, the protective barriers surrounding the house and yard. Such spells as made by Devil blood would only safeguard against Devils, Winter's prey this predawn would be Humans.

Just as Winter was beginning to track his first victim, head lights washed over his vision. It looked like the Son of the Pretender had come home.


Mission accomplished, the demon exorcised, (he didn't use to do exorcisms, but things change when you're a single parent) and no human casualties. So why couldn't't he shake the feeling of impending doom? During the whole drive home, he kept catching himself glancing in the rear-view mirror trying to spot whatever was keeping an eye on him.

Well, nothing physically there, maybe someone is scrying me? Who and why the Hell? Dante thought anxiously. He pressed harder on the gas pedal, Damn, I can't get home fast enough. Just gotta make sure 'Ric is safe asleep, baby sitter gets paid, nice enough old cow even if she does eat every goddamn thing in the house and tries to grab my ass. Can't really blame her, every once in a while I feel like grabbin' a little myself!

Another glance in the rear-view mirror.


Inside the house, Minori caught sight of an elderly woman lounging a couch whilst vacantly staring at a large scrying devise. She was also munching on what Minori assumed was some sort of snack food.

She must be a powerful sorceress, to be able to create such a large scrying pool. But, what is she watching on it? Hum, some kind of information conference? But they seem to be speaking to an audience; perhaps the Human world is full of such pools. And here I thought I was special.

The appearance of a sleep ruffled child interrupted her musings. The newcomer was pale, slender and tall for the ten years he owned.

"Did you have a bad dream, honey?"

"No, I just woke up. Is my daddy home yet?" the old woman replied only with a shake of her head.

Minori studied Elric intently. She could tell something was off, despite the fuzzy voice and sleep tousled, snowy hair; the boy's eyes were a clear scarlet color. Red? I though they were blue like his father? Minori began the incantation for a teleportation spell.


Pulling into the driveway, Dante saw his bad feeling materialize in the form of a large dog. After shutting off the engine, he commenced stepping out of the suv while puling Ebony from her holster. He whistled softly at the animal, "Here pretty boy, I got leftover hamburger with your name on it"

Fangs of Winter's Wind calmly regarded the Son of the Pretender from where he sat on the porch. Suddenly, he shifted to his paws. His hackles rose and he let loose a low growl.

Dante leveled Ebony at the wolf's head and pulled the trigger once. Winter dodged to the side with uncanny speed and crouched lower to the ground. His tail wagged as though to show this were great fun.

Just as Dante was preparing to make a smart assed comment there was a shout followed by a flash of light. Immediately the wolf turned and began to scratch at the door. The half Devil let out an agonized "Elric!" and not bothering with locks or knobs kicked the door from its hinges and rush into the fray.


It happened in the minuscule amount of time the spell took. One second Minori was in her room at Almere Manse and before that second ended she was standing surrounded by black figures in a the house of the Son of the Pretender with a dead baby sitter at her feet and a ten year old almost as big as she clutched in her arms.

Minori quickly whispered an incantation, but before the final syllable left her lips, Elric was ripped from her grasp. The girl felt the beginnings of yet another teleportation spell fall over her. seems to be a pretty hot item this morning, she thought. She quickly ran through the counter spell.

She let loose a lightning spell at the figure holding Elric. It did no good as the attacker quickly threw up a reflective shield. Faintly Minori heard the sounds of gunfire and an enraged yell of "get your fucking hands off my son!" The sorceress watched as Fangs of Winter's Wind launch himself at the attacker holding Elric. The black robed man released the boy and tried in vain to staunch the blood flowing from his torn throat.


Dante and Winter headed straight for the figure holding the child, Dante unleashing bullets that did a curiously small amount of damage as his new furred companion lunged and bit and clawed also doing a disappointing amount of damage. Fuck! I should have brought Rebellion, Dante thought furiously " get your fucking hands off my son!"

Dante saw the dog rush in and finish the figure holding his son, so he turned his guns on the figures surrounding Elric and the smaller, black robed figure gaping moronically at him.


Minori saw a red blur swoop by too late. Without preamble one of the last two black figures left alive plunged a suddenly clawed hand through the child's chest. The defenders all saw Elric Sparda die. A human scream, of wolf's howl, and a demonic roar testified to this fact. What they didn't see as his body crumpled to ashes was the gleeful grin that hadn't left his face throughout the entire battle.

Author's note- I know the chapters are short, but that's just how it ends up. It's a WIP so I am trying to make the chapters longer. BTW, I upped the rating just to be on the safe side. Once again, R/R please. Tell me what you love and hate and where I screw up.