BTW in case you were misinformed by my summary for this story, Noah is a girl. Don't ask me why, I'm just weird that way.
Voice: Weird? HAH! You talk to yourself most of your time and your grades suck! Are you weird? Definitely.
And? What does that make you, hmm? Well, Voice?
Voice: …
Btw I DON'T OWN A DAMN THING! If I did, My characters would be featured in the DMC series. Noah would be a main character, but not as main as Dante of Vergil.
Voice: Basically, she'll screw up the whole series.
SHUT UP YOU DON'T EXIST!
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Chapter 1: "Noah the Devil Huntress'
It was festival time in Fortuna City. Time to celebrate another year of life thanks to Sparda, a demon knight who saved the world two thousand years ago. He, along with a now believed to be dead vampire named Damien Otinashi, who supposedly never recovered from the wound he received in battle. However, Fortuna City may just realize how wrong they are about some things.
Dante, the son of Sparda, was invited back to Fortuna for the festival by Nero, who he aided in battle against an evil priest that was REALLY a demon. Dante didn't like festivals very much because all of the ones he'd been to in the past never had booze. Trish and Lady forced him to go, however, telling him that they'd look after the shop. Oh, how he was tricked.
He just wandered around like a mindless fool, watching children dance, laugh, and wear odd looking costumes. Fireworks shot up in the air, and he looked up. "Looks like they do more than worship you, pops." he said quietly to himself.
No one knew he was a half demon, nor did they know he was the son of Sparda. He tried desperately to keep that a secret, for they would try to throw flowers and what not to worship him. The thought of it gave him the creeps. Being worshipped was not his cup of tea.
However, the good thing about this particular festival is that it DID have booze. His kind of booze. Beer is good. He thought.
Yet his train of thought was interrupted by a scream. He looked up to see a strange, brown haired figure standing over a little boy's body. The thing that set him off was the creepy smile on his face. Whoever this creep was he'd better leave the humans at peace.
But that wasn't on the stranger's agenda, it seemed. Dante tried to take out at least one of his guns, but the figure had him against the wall with a particularly sharp blade stabbed in the wall close to his head.
"I know that reek." Said the man. "You reek of that bastard Sparda."
At this point, Dante had already figured he was a demon. "That's what they always say." he shrugged.
The man's smirk grew wider. "You even have his sarcasm. A son of my worst enemy. How wonderfully fun." he cackled.
"Mister," said Dante in a harsh tone. "You better get the hell off me before I rip your arm off and beat you with the bloody end."
"Or maybe I will." Said a harsh, female voice.
The stranger started to laugh. "When are you going to learn, Noah? You are no worse off then your deceased mother. You'll never kill me in a million years." he boasted.
Noah, the female, took off her hood to reveal a stunning brunette with crystal blue eyes and a semi tan face. She smiled, it mimicking an exact copy of the stranger's wicked smirk. "So sorry 'dad', but I won't give up until I do." she said. "On second thought just die."
She pulled out a black Desert Eagle 5.0 with red rose and brown wolf designs decorating it. She cocked it, fired, and the stranger fell to the ground. Dante stretched his arms.
"Don't relax yet. He isn't dead." Noah said.
Just as she said that, another stunning woman appeared. Her hair was long and black and her eyes were golden with cat slits for pupils. "Noah, it seems Drevol didn't come alone. There are a large number of demons headed here." she looked up and saw Dante. "Its kind of a pity Noah saves a son of Sparda isn't it?"
Noah glanced at him with a mix between hate and pity. "Yeah." She said.
Just then, Drevol's body disappeared and a loud laughter rang out. "Just try, my precious! Just try!" Drevol challenged.
Noah holstered the gun and pulled out a katana sword. "You better get your fight groove on Demon Hunter." said Noah. "These demons aren't like the one's you're used to."
As she said this, she took off the cloak; revealing a beautiful figure, hips hugged by tight blue jeans, a thick in width belt that had a wolf tail attached to it, strap on boots, and a semi loose black shirt. Dante gawked at her, suddenly making the Devil Huntress blush want to hit him. "Look here, perv. Try not to get caught up in looking at my ass! We have a job to do." she said to him. Dante shook his head to get the thoughts out of his mind and nodded.
But the thoughts didn't leave for long. His eyes lingered from her face to her chest. Noah caught him doing so. She landed her fist into his skull; making him fly a few yards. "Damn pervert!" she growled and turned away. She then started to walk away.
Dante chuckled and rubbed his face. "Seems like you haven't changed since we last met, Noah." he said.
Noah stopped in her tracks. "You have no idea how much I've changed." she retorted quietly. She continued to walk, leaving Dante to his thoughts.
Sayoraon, the black haired woman, sat and watch the scene unfold in front of her. She smirked; which was a rare accurance for her. Oh yeah, they still like each other. She thought.
The girl hid in the shadows of a dark alleyway. She watched as Dante got up and dusted himself off. He took a glance in the alleyway she was in, smirked, and took off to find Noah. Sayoraon slowly walked out of the alleyway. "Good luck finding her goof ball. She'll be found when she wants to be found." Sayoraon muttered.
Though, Dante did not hear her, he smirked. This was his best friend before Lady and Trish. This was the only person who knew how he felt. He had to find her. He had to know what she had been up to in the past sixteen years.
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OH! Dante had a childhood friend? Its possible. If you flame , you get blocked. Positive reviewers get on my favorite authors list. :D
Voice: You are SO immature.
And you are any better?
Voice: ….
