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no much to say but incase your wondering, i haven't really figured out a time line for this. sometime after the fourth game but before the second. I know patty would probily beolder than fifteen but please bear with me and pertend she would be.
a couple of things you might want to know:
Kyjed- Pronounced: "kukae-jaeeay-de" – meaning: Devil
Nefr- Pronounced: "neay-fe-ra"- meaning: King
I forget tha language this was. Starts with an R and is not Russian or Romanian.
FlashBack
Chapter Two: Kyjed Nefr
"How the hell could you do something so stupid like that?" Dante shouted.
Patty flinched. She couldn't help it. Dante was loud and when he was angry, he got even louder. She had told her mom. Morrison, when he found out, had informed Dante. Dante wasn't her guardian or even a parent but he had often assumed the role over the years. He altered between an annoying older brother to the overprotective father depending on the situation at hand. Vergil was silently watching. He did pity Patty, but Dante had every right to be angry. He knew Dante thought of her like a daughter and losing her would destroy him.
Nero had fallen off the couch when Dante had started yelling. He had been asleep and now watched from the floor, a bit disgruntled. None of them were scared of Dante, but it was a good idea to stay out of his way when he was pissed. Trish was leaning on the desk next to him while Lady and Morrison where by the pool table.
"Dante," soothed Trish, "she's fine. You don't need to holler at her anymore."
Dante breathed in two deep breaths before flopping down in his chair. Morrison took center stage before Dante decided he wasn't done yelling.
"All right, I tried tracing the call that Dante received and it came out to a payphone three blocks away. I asked the owner of the store that was near the phone and he said he saw nothing."
Lady grinned. "You think that's strange then hear this. The demons in town are scared. I managed to pull some info out of the lowlife I killed yesterday. Something big is going to happen, and soon. He kept saying something about Kyjed Nefr*."
"Kyjed Nefr?" asked Trish. "Are you sure about that?"
"Yeah, but I've got no clue as to what it means."
"It means Devil King," stated Vergil.
"Then that makes the gossip even more interesting," said Trish. "From what I heard, we've got a couple of badasses in town, top notch devils. I couldn't get names but they're old too. One of the two was rumored to have been around when Sparda rebelled. The other was from the generation after when Sparda sealed the demon world."
"What position did the devil hold?" asked Dante.
"Don't know but Lady's right about one thing. The Demons are waiting for something. I have a feeling these two devils are a part of that, but I don't know what it could be."
"I think it's time we did some old fashion investigation," grinned Dante. "We split up. Trish, Nero, and I will see what we can find on our devils while Lady and Vergil will try to investigate our client and Morrison will try to find out who our corpse was."
"You owe me Dante," said Morrison. "Come on Patty; let's go see what we can find."
Grabbing the keys, Nero and Trish took Dante's car while Vergil and Lady took the huntress' bike. Morrison took his car and Patty hoped into the passenger side while Dante started walking. They each picked a direction and headed out to see what they could find.
The card bumped slowly down the road. Even with the demons always running around the city still managed to thrive. This meant there were a lot of people, and a lot of people made their job harder. Sure, they could tell the demons from the humans, but the humans only got in the way and sometimes got killed. A lot of people also meant more food for the demons and so they often amassed in cities or large towns. Trish watched one side and Nero the other. They had been looking for several hours and still no devils. Dante, as well as Trish and Nero, knew that it was only by luck that they would find them. The devils were probably hiding, waiting until they were ready to make their move and then, and only then, would they be able to find them.
Trish sighed. "Still nothing."
"This is getting us nowhere."
"I know kid but until they come out we won't find them."
He grunted. "That still doesn't make this any less annoying".
"True."
A strained silence fell upon them as they continued their search."Thinking about something?" Trish asked to break the uncomfortable air.
"Huh?"
"You look like your deep in thought; what's on your mind?"
"The situation; it all seems so odd."
"How so?"
"Well we've got God knows how many demons running around, a mysterious client who vanished, a corpse that no one can identify, and something that Patty said to me. She told me this morning before Dante woke up and got pissy, about the incident with the truck. She said she stopped at the side walk when the crossing light red but it's what she said after that's bothering me."
"What did she say?"
"Well she said she was pushed."
"Pushed?"
"Yeah, like someone placed a hand on her back and shoved her. She also told me that someone saved her. She had told her mother that the truck had missed her, but she told me that it was headed right for her. She shut her eyes and then all of a sudden she felt like she was flying and when she opened then she was across the street being held by some guy. Her brief explanation of him was that he was hot and a lot nicer than Dante."
Trish chuckled. "Sound like something she'd say. Anyway, her savor could he be…?"
"I don't know but all of this happening at the same time can't be coincidence."
Whipping out her phone, Trish stared to dial but a loud roar and screaming people stopped her from completing the call.
Their client was proving troublesome. They could find nothing. They went to the police station, which Dante had a reputation with, and asked if anyone had gone missing under strange circumstances. Nothing the operator of the payphones could provide gave any leads either. A couple of Lady's contacts had come up with nothing as well.
"It's like this guy doesn't exist," growled Lady.
"He may not have," stated Vergil, "but the fact that he did call us seems to prove otherwise."
"How can all evidence of his call to DMC have been erased? On top of that, the fact that no one has reported a missing woman proves something strange is going on," said Lady.
"Our Devils seemed to have hidden them selves as well," said Vergil. "I've been unable to scene them."
"Great, no devils and no idea about what's going on."
As they turned into a side road, Lady jumped as Vergil grabbed a handle of her bike. Lady fought the way he attempted to pull and the bike swerved, toppling to the ground and knocking off both riders. Vergil rolled and landed in a crouching position. Lady jumped up and glared at him.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" she hissed viciously at him. "Are you trying to get us killed?"
Vergil merely shushed her, making her jaw tick.
"Don't you shush…" she began, but the building exploding by her head caused her to cut herself short and duck.
"Reveal yourself," he ordered in a strong tone.
A voice started to chuckle, its owner hidden in the shadows. "My, aren't we demanding?"
Lady moved cautiously until she was right next to Vergil. He was low to the ground and has his hand on Yamato's hilt, ready to draw at a moment's notice. Lady was armed with her guns, and was also ready to fire at the drop of a hat. The attacks, however, never came. The only evidence of another presence was the constantly shifting shadows around them.
"You failed," stated another voice. This one was far deeper and more masculine than the other.
"You let him get away," came the first one again.
"Our master had faith in the skills of the Sons of Sparda, but it seems that not even you are competent enough to be of use," mocked the second voice.
"Tell your master that next time he should approach us himself," said Vergil. "That is if he is brave enough to face a son of Sparda."
"How dare you!" The ground near their feet exploded. Both Lady and Vergil moved out of the way.
"Cocky aint cha," grinned Lady. "Why don't you come out and fight us!"
"Not now I'm afraid," laughed the deeper voice. "Our Master is willing to give you another chance to redeem yourselves. Kill the Devil born in flame and you may yet live to see another day."
Vergil released Yamato's hilt when he felt the two where gone.
"Who where they?" asked Lady.
"Devils," answered Vergil. "I have no doubt that their Master is one too?" Lady gave him a blank stare, causing him to continue. "They were using us. They or their master was the one who called us at Devil May Cry. Our client was nothing more than another devil who wanted to get us to kill someone for him."
"The Devil born in flame…What the hell does that mean?"
"I honestly don't know."
"The Devil born in flame?" asked Morrison.
Patty and Morrison were nearing the town library when Lady had called them, asking them to research something. Lady had also told him about her and Vergil's encounter with the two devils.
"I'll see what I can find," said Morrison before hanging up.
Patty frowned in thought. "That makes no sense."
"I'll tell you something for sure little missy, when devils and demons are involved, nothing makes sense."
"True."
They had searched through thousands of books. Patty had searched online too. When all hope seemed lost, Morrison came upon a book about the true legends of the old gods.
"Hey listen to this," he called. While many ancient civilizations had gods, many of the gods are believed to have not, in truth, been holy. The ancient Greeks and Romans were fine examples of this fact. Both cultures praised and worshipped an assortment of gods. Many of the gods were in fact believed to be Devils who posed as human deities. One such God was the God Pluto, or Hades as the Greeks named him. He was believed to be the master of the underworld and commander of flame and darkness. He was also believed to have been born in the very things he commanded'."
"Well I'm guessing the underworld is the demon world and he could command flame," said Patty.
"It says here that The Ancients Romans called him Diabolus flamma natus; which translates as the Devil Born in Flame," he continued. "I think we have our Devil."
Dante hadn't heard anything form anyone all day. An uneasy feeling had found its way into his gut earlier, but not wanting to abandon his search, he tried to ignore it. They could take care of themselves; that much Dante was sure of, but it still worried him when someone got into trouble and he wasn't there. He had wandered through several different areas of town. He currently was starring at the place where he and Vergil had found the body. He didn't know why, but something compelled him to come back here. Leaving the spot, Dante noticed a child's toy on the far side of the room. As he picked the small green bear up, he couldn't help but chuckle as his mind brought a very old memory to his attention.
"Give it back!"
"Give it to her Dante," said a much younger Vergil turning the page in a book he was getting through. "You shouldn't take things that aren't yours."
"Awww… come on guys, I'm only playing," said Dante, but the tear filled eyes of the small girl made him feel guilty. "Here…"
She took back the toy and hugged it before hugging Dante. She was two years younger then they were, about six, but that didn't mean she couldn't keep up with them.
"Dinner's ready!" shouted Eve.
The children took off at a run, the girl beating both Dante and Vergil to the house.
"Wash up," instructed another woman in the kitchen.
"Yes Aunt Netsuke," said Vergil and Dante together.
Netsuke smiled at the little girl. "You too dear."
"Yes mother," she replied.
Once everyone was washed up, Eve and Netsuke served the meal. Dante shoved the food down like a hungry lion while Vergil and the girl ate much slower.
"When will Father be home?" asked the girl.
Netsuke smiled again, though this one was a bit weaker. "I don't know dear. Soon, I hope."
Shaking his head, Dante cleared away the memory. He hadn't thought about her in a long time; the little red haired girl who Dante loved like a sister. She had been with him and his brother for as long as he could remember but then she just vanished, her and her parents. Shortly after she disappeared, his and Vergil's mom had moved them. They went to a whole new town and then she died a year later.
"Why did you leave?" wondered Dante out loud.
"Because Dante, we had no choice."
Grabbing Ivory Dante whipped around, aiming the gun behind him. "You…" was all he could stutter out.
Devil may cry was deserted. After killing the demons, Trish and Nero returned. Patty and Morrison hadn't returned, and Dante, Vergil and Lady weren't answering their cells. Trish was about to go looking when Lady and Vergil showed up, neither looking happy.
"We were attacked," Lady said sourly.
"So were we," said Nero, "Low class demons."
Lady sighed. "Devils on our end."
Trish nodded. "The Demons were most likely under the command of the Devils."
"We gave some info to Morrison and he was going to look into it," stated Vergil.
"And I did," said Morrison as he and Patty entered the building.
"What did you find?" Trish asked.
"I found the identity of our devil," grinned Morrison.
"The Devils said that their master was using us to kill this other devil," explained Lady. "Our client was just another devil trying to get us to take out someone he couldn't."
"Damn devils," Nero cursed.
"Who is it?" Trish asked.
"The Black Devil born in flame," said Morrison. "Apparently he posed as a god around two thousand years ago. He could manipulate flame and darkness which is another name for Hellfire. He has had many names. Angel of Darkness, Master of Fire, but his most well known names are what the Ancient Greek and Roman cultures called him."
"And what would that be?" asked Vergil.
"The Greeks called him Pluto, but the Romans called him Hades."
Trish jumped. "Hades?"
"You know him?" asked Lady.
"No, I know of him," answered Trish "Mundus spoke of him once. He, like Sparda, was one of his Generals, but when Sparda rebelled he sort of disappeared."
"What do you mean 'sort of'?" asked Nero
"Well he apparently vanished and then reappeared. He did this several times. Mundus was never sure if Hades's loyalty was to him or Sparda. But he did say that when Sparda sealed him away he remembered seeing him there, with Sparda," explained Trish.
"Hey, Vergil, do you know anything?" called Morrison. He didn't get an answer. "Vergil…?"
Turning around, Morrison saw the front door swinging open but Vergil was gone. Looking outside, Lady saw no trace of the half-devil anywhere.
"Where did he…?"
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