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Demon's Work
(Chapter 2)
Summary: Hogwarts hires an interesting Muggle for a simple spying mission. Unfortunately the Muggle likes to do things his own way
Notes: Crossover Fiction & AU, set during the Book 5. Spoilers for Devil May Cry 4. Rating change due to Dante's coarse language (Just in case)
"Speech"
' Thoughts'
Flashback
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Dante was bored. Slumping deeper into his chair, he stared at the scene of destruction that blanketed his office with a fine cloud of dust and smoke.
His front door was blown off its hinges; probably a pile of splinters somewhere in the far corner of the room buried under piles of what was the front wall. The steps leading to the top floors were reduced to a heap of burned out tinder. A big puke green blob, formerly his worn out couch, hissed as it seeped through the floor.
Hauling his lean frame, he walked awkwardly, ducking under a hanging beam that used to hold up the upper landing.
Kicking one of the still burning piles, he cursed as his eyes scanned the mess, willing it with every fiber of his half demon begin to right itself. Unfortunately turning back time or DIY were not one of Sparda's inherited abilities. Sighing in boredom, he scratched his head trying to thinking of something to do, other than cleaning up as Trish ordered him to.
The thought of Trish brought on an immature wave of boyish announce as he remembered how he got stuck on clean up duty.
It all started innocently enough. He begin called for a clean-up job, showing up to the designated area, finding a shit load of Beelzebub, Nightmares and Marionettes having their way with civilians. Getting rid of the trash was easy, the giant blob of acid dipped Nightmares was not.
"The damn sludge of shit almost melted Ebony" grumbled Dante, his fingers trailed the gun's handle at his hip.
The blob was more of mess, than challenge. Emptying a whole clip, the blob squealed hysterically before oozing pathetically to the ground.
'and Damn me for thinking that was the end of it'
Staggering towards the remains of his beloved jukebox, he bent down hoping to salvage it. Pushing away the rubble, he started tweaking the circuits and wires.
"But NO the piece of shit decided to ooze it ass into my office and fucking melt everything….OUCH"
Sucking on his injured finger, he jumped up and kicked the jukebox in revenge. The flimsy frame shattered to pieces, bouncing of the walls. As if it was planned a piece of ceiling cracked, showering Dante in an avalanche of fine white dust and debris.
"Shit"
Coughing and dusting his coat, he emerged from the cloud of dust, paler with pieces of the ceiling tangled in his hair.
"Fucking pile of sludge……. Pandora-ed its fucking ass back to hell"
Sighing in resignation, as Trish's reaction to the mess flashed through his mind.
Flashback:-
"What…?"
"U….. Hi Trish"
"Dante what the Hell happened here!!"
"Well you see there was this blob that followed me home and……."
"Please tell me you didn't use Pandora"
"Uh…..yeah??"
"DANTE!!!"
She then systematically confiscated his magazines, beer and pizza.
"You get nothing until you fix this mess, she says" he grumbled as he trudged back to his desk, sprawling back in his chair and putting up his feet. He leaned back trying to concoct some way out of clean up duty.
The shrill ringing of the phone jarred him from his thoughts. Lifting one of his legs he brought it down hard on the table, jerking the handset of the receiver, catching it in mid-air.
"We close at…."
Deftly he righted himself up, leaning forward, hand-set by his ears as crackling voice on the other side whispered the password – Devil Never Cry
A maniacal grin split his features.
"Jackpot"
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