Author Note
Hi guys, I forgot to add something from me in the last chapter so I might as well do it now.
This story is AU so nothing you know about the back story is a cert, I've got some great plans for it and I hope you'll enjoy them so if you like the story please tell a friend who might also like it. Last thing don't mean to sound beggarish but please review with any criticisms or whatever and I'd be glad to get back to you and address them, thanks.
P.S. Thanks to my friend Niall who apart from being a great writer (check out his stories they're awesome, his name is 'darkangelguard77') has been really supportive to me about this story, so thanks to him.
His heart was beating like a drum, what he was seeing was godlike to him, perfection in a word. Dante's feet were perched at a precarious angle on the table and the chair he was sitting on was leaning back on the wall, his gloves were sitting on the table beside an olden times phone and a picture of a beautiful blond woman. There were 3 knocks on the door and a man in an impeccable suit entered, Dante was obviously shocked as he dropped the smut magazine he had been looking at and he let his chair fall back so all 4 legs were on the ground and he was now sitting slumped forward with his elbows on the table. The man in the suit approached the table and asked Dante his name,
"Name's Vergil" lied Dante "Owner of Yamato Corp, you may have heard of it, it's sort of a multi-billion dollar company".
"He knew you would say that" the man said as he placed a sealed letter down on the table in front of Dante, "Please read it Mr. Dante"
Dante sat shocked and looked down at the letter to find something that peaked his interest the words 'Dante: Son of Sparda' were written in cursive red ink. When Dante eventually looked up he found that the man in the suit had left, apparently extremely silently. He picked up the letter and turned it over, there was a wax seal of a gargoyles head holding the envelope closed, Dante picked up the letter-opener on the table, it was shaped like a sword as it had a traditional hilt however the blade itself looked like an enlarged scimitar capable of cutting through any type of matter. It wasn't long before the envelope was torn open and the letter inside was held up to the light so Dante could read it, it read:
Dear Dante,
You will not know who I am but I know you, I have done for many years. The reason I write to you is to offer you a chance to do what you are best at, taking jobs nobody else will. This job consists of you hunting down and assassinating an individual named 'The Reaper', I will not inform you of his appearance as I know that once you see him you will know but I will give you his whereabouts, there is an old abandoned mansion outside of town it stands between 2 graveyards, I think you will know the place as in one of those graveyards resides your mother, tell me Dante do you visit her often? I believe you do as I see the real Dante there when you visit, not the showoff playboy you try to pretend you are but the emotionally crippled young man who longs for one last embrace from his dead mother.
Another thing I must add to this mission is my special requirement, just my way of making the mission more enjoyable for you, for this instance it is that you may not open a door by using your hands, if you do not fulfill this requirement you forfeit payment for the entire job. The payment for completing this mission how I ask is 200,000 dollars.
Yours truly,
Midnight
The letter caused Dante to sit back for a moment contemplating that someone may have been watching him all those nights when he went to visit his mothers grave, he grimaced at the thought that someone other than his brother witnessed the 'true' him before pushing back the chair and standing up, he walked over to the coat hanger and lifted a long red trench coat off of it, after putting it on he returned to the table and put on his gloves, he lifted the picture of the blond woman and stared at it for a moment before returning it to the table. Dante turned towards the door and headed out, a single tear fell from his face as he opened the door and stepped out into the alleyway.
Jonathan stepped outside the club for a few minutes to catch his breath, the place was filled with the smell of smoke and spilled alcohol due to the clientele waiting within, as he was about to close the door Jonathan saw a man in a red coat come walking up the alley.
"What's the matter Jonathan?" Dante said cheerfully
"I hate this place" Jonathan replied glumly
"Well look on the Brightside" Dante gestured to the inside of the strip club "after this mission I'll finally be able to buy it off ya"
After a small chuckle from Jonathan, Dante stepped through the door. The club was a poorly lit, bad smelling house of debauchery, exactly dantes taste, he made his way passed the doorman and raised an index finger to the bartender and pointed towards the table nearest the private rooms, many patrons of the club greeted him as he made his way to the table and sat down. It wasn't long before the bartender arrived with his drink and placed it on the table.
The bartender straightened up and asked Dante, "Toughest whiskey we got, neat too, how can you drink this stuff?"
"Guess I'm just tougher than the whiskey, eh Frank?" Dante replied cockily
Frank left the table with a smirk and almost bumped into woman heading for the same table, she was obviously a dancer at the club as she was wearing a tight black corset with knee high black boots, as she approached the table a smile spread across dantes face.
"Well hello there" he asked her self-assuredly "what might your name be?"
"Lust" she replied unenthusiastically
"Well that's perfect!" Dante replied audaciously "'cause Envy was a little bit of a cold fish last night"
The limousine pulled up at the shady bar and the driver's door opened, he walked all the way to the back of the car and opened the door for his employer, a man in a long blue overcoat with spiked white hair stepped out, he had a long sword sheathed and fastened to his waist.
"Shall I accompany you Mr. Vergil" the driver asked obediently
"That won't be necessary Richard, I just have a short visit to make" Vergil replied, he spoke very precisely and had a quality in his voice of someone beyond his years.
Vergil walked slowly over to the door of the club, the sign above it read 'The 7 Deadly Sins' and had a silhouette of a woman swinging round a pole. The place was crowded but Vergil could still spot the person he was looking for, a man with white hair in a red coat drinking whiskey and getting a lap-dance from a woman wearing black, Vergil strode over to the table.
"Dante" Vergil said disapprovingly
Dante turned his gaze from the woman to meet Vergil's and said "Bro, right on time I'll get lust to see to you in a minute, once I'm done"
Vergil dismissed the offer and said "No thanks, if I wanted a disease I would have asked one of the addicts outside for a hit" the dancers head turned to face him with her mouth wide open in shock "no offence" he added.
"Well what are you here for then?" Dante asked confused
"It's about 'Devil May Cry', listen Dante I've been paying the rent on that place for almost 3 years now and you've gotten next to no jobs, and whenever you do get jobs they pay what maybe $100?" Vergil stated passionately "it's just a waste of money that I'm paying ridiculous money to keep that place open and it isn't returning any profit at all! Why don't you accept my offer to work at Yamato Corp, you'll be in a high position and you can earn plenty of…"
Dante cut him off with "Read this, I think you'll find it enlightening" he dropped the letter from Midnight on Vergil's lap, which Vergil picked up and read immediately.
"That's ridiculous! That's more than Yamato Corp makes in a month!" exclaimed Vergil
"I guess it'll cover the rent then?" Dante replied with a laugh "I've gotta go anyway, gonna head into town and hit the nearest pizza place"
As Dante got up he handed a $50 dollar note to Lust and said "Vergil's next, give him a happy ending would ya" he gave Vergil a cocky smile and a wink as he left.
"You never change do you?" sighed Vergil as he put his head in his hands
Dante walked back through the crowd and headed for the door, he saw a blond woman talking to the bartender "Nice" he said under his breath "gotta remember to ask Frank for her name next time" as he laughed at his new plan Dante barely noticed the man he had bumped into.
"Sorry dude, didn't see ya" Dante said apologetically before noticing the mans appearance, he was wearing a black trench coat with a hat covering his face, he raised his head and looked at Dante without saying a word then walked on, he was wearing a gas mask, Dante shrugged his shoulders and walked out.
"I need a ride" Dante said as he left the club "better 'borrow one" he added with a smirk.
As he looked around the car park Dante's eyes fell on 4 vehicles in total, 2 burned out bangers sitting side by side with their windows smashed no doubt by joy riders, next was a limousine in pristine condition with a tall suited man with dark skin standing outside it with his arms folded this was clearly Vergil's mode of transportation.
"Heh, not my style" Dante laughed.
The last vehicle in the car park was a beautiful black motorcycle, it was clearly taken care of well as it looked like it had just been washed and polished.
"Golden!" Dante said excitedly before saying it "damn it that sucks too, when am I gonna get a good catchphrase? Ah never mind I suppose this will just have to do" he said grinning like a fox and hopped on to the bike; he kicked the stand and turned on the ignition.
"Aw yeah just like I thought" he said whilst revving the bike "first pizza then the mission, this is gonna be easy"
Author NoteWell that was it, I hope you enjoyed it and I look forward to writing the next chapter, thanks for reading and please review, thanks.
