Where to start with an ordeal like this one? 'Follow the abundance of devils; see where they go' his instincts called to him. Dante reattached his sword to his back and stood there; waiting. It was odd having herds of demon rush by you like you meant nothing to them.

Sure, there were demons like that, but they would have to be demons like himself or his brother to think that way, for majority of demons like himself had something like that of a human side or way of thinking. Then again, his beloved brother sort of failed big time in that category... Guess that just leaves himself and his legend of a father.

Once the caboose of the herds passed him by, he dashed after them. Hopefully it wouldn't just lead to some demonic get-together ending in him having to slaughter them all. Yeah, he knows its why he came, but right now he needed to quench his curiosity's thirst for answers and reason.

They were surely getting themselves into something, if they already weren't. The demons hastily made their way into one of the largest buildings in length and width. They seemed to be barging into a gaping hole in the side of the building. Wait, what is that? Around the building? The closer he got, the more visible a forcefield-like barrier. Hell if Dante knew what kind it was, nor what the thing was made of, but if the demons where getting through, so could he.

The last bit of demons started dashing through the thin aura that was the barrier with Dante right behind them. Just when he thought 'All right, home free!' His face and body felt a surging, electric sensation washing through and over him. He fell to his rear, throwing burly, red leather clothed arms behind him. "Dammit," he shot. "Knew it couldn't be that easy.." He grumbled, soothing his aching face with his gloved hand.

Lazily, he rose from the ground, proceeding to rub and sooth his aching gluteus while icy blue orbs darted around the area in attempt to come across something useful. Nothing. Maybe if he reached higher ground, he could discover something about the building? Better start than nothing.

The devil treaded for another building. Looked like it was time for a little rooftop parkour. The sky darkened. Darker than usual. Here in this corrupted city, skies were a dark, smokey burgundy, but now... Now it was turning pitch black, and the winds were churning. The wind subtly tugs at his pure-toned locks, and his coat's tail, earning his attention back towards the building he failed to enter.

"Can't get through there... All the more reason to get some higher ground." He said, treading up the stairs.

There had to be at least fifty flights of agonizing stairs to climb, thankfully he had made it. To his good luck, it had a roof entrance. The wind had picked up to greater force, as the dark clouds drew closer to the guarded building whilst demons proceeded to fill and crowd its roof. Demons here and there were pushed off due to the pushing a shoving occurring. 'Mindless pests' he thought, scoffing.

Once again, the wind picked up. At this point, however, it was stronger; it focused over the protected building. Debris flung about, street lights rocked and flickered; back and fourth. The ground even rumbled. It was as if a small portion of the earth was experiencing the end if the world. The ground even appeared to change. Wait, scratch that; false alarm, it was only bunched up crowds and mobs of thousands of demons clouding the floors.

Just what about this was so special? So special enough to hook tens of thousands of demons, though? Whatever it was, they were anxiously waited; he couldn't see over them to understand what that could possibly be.

Before he could ponder any further, a blinding thick burst of light strikes from the dark clouds onto the other building's roof, sending another wave of violent vibrations throughout the area, and destroying literally every demon that patiently, yet eagerly awaited this moment.

Upon closer examination, Dante could make out only one blurred figure, who stood possibly waiting for whatever was coming. It wasn't long until three others descend from the light. That light seemed to be some sort of transportation for whatever tge hell they were.

The figure that was already there approached the others with a joyful, relieving movement, to which they were quickly taken by the arms and slammed onto the rooftops Pavement.

Dante almost lunged forward to help, but he couldn't. Not yet. He still didn't know what was up or what he would be 'saving'. For now, he would refer to this one person being forced to lay down, as a 'he'.

One of the figures moved to hold down the guy's ankles, while the the held down his wrists. The last figure began to recite verses from what they held in their hand; it was a book of some sort. Over the rumbles and destruction around them, Dante couldn't make out a single clear sentence, let alone word.

Judging by the guy on the pavement, whatever was going on was not good for him. Frantically he shook his head no, pleading for them to stop, probably. Something told Dante they wouldn't be stopping. The figure with the book reached down, ripping the cloak from his... Oh. That was a she.. Definitely a she, and come to think of it, that cloak was familiar.

The person outside the diner he failed to chase after... That was it. The hell was this girl sticking her nose into..?

'Hey genius, focus on the show, here, you're missing it!' His mind tugged at him.

Four thin bolts of lightning struck down to her, striking into the same spot amongst her chest. The woman bellowed horrid shrieks that would destroy the human hearing for good. Dante even thought this would be the end of his hearing. Not even he could withstand the extreme volumes; he found himself to his knee's in excruciating, agonizing pain with his palms firmly pressed to his ears. He wouldn't be surprised should his ears bleed...

The ringing left over-once her screeching had ceased-had remained a lot longer than he anticipated. By the time he looked up again, with hearing back to normal, the figure that cited the ritual held the woman by her throat over the buildings edge.

From here, Dante could make out her dark red hair. It seemed to be draining of its color; turning a pale silver. Her body was petite, fragile-looking almost, and she hung there helplessly squirming; begging for this to end. Slowly she ceased moving, much to Dante's displeasure.

"Quit that!" He bellowed. It looks like his time to join in was finally here. He could tell just when the man would drop her at this point, so he hastily timed it, and lunged. The man's fingers slowly let go, leaving her almost completely lifeless body to perish.

However this went down, Dante would end up touching that barrier. Even if he managed to save her, he would probably let go of her by force due to that electrical force. Then again, he could always benefit from that thing. If he could time it correctly, make sure to land on it correctly, and use that thing's force as a boost, they would be find. He just had to make sure his feet and legs were ready to brace this sort of power.

Just at the right moment, after catching her, he made a midair flip forward, and attempted to horizontally place a footing on the building's wall. Okay so his legs weren't ready for it. They both hit the floor after that. Dante grunted, forcing himself to the stranger-of-a-woman. Reassuringly, she was still breathing.

Dante sat crisscross with one of his legs up and folded in front of the woman after he gently rolled her onto her back. Her hair had completely lost its deep red color, now appearing totally pale silver as her skin also began to pale. She wasn't exactly wearing cloths. Her pudenda carefully wrapped with a sort of bandage like fabric over every inch, making sure not a single centimeter was revealed for pleasure of wandering eyes.

A large article of fabric landed behind him. It was her cloak. Upon close examination, it was indeed the one he spotted back at the town; white with red ends. He picked it up and took her unconsciousness as the perfect moment to put this cloak back on her. Doing so taught him how delicate she really was. Her body was very petite, lightly curved, and graced with a rather large bust. She almost seemed the princess type. Dante hated the princess type.

Nonetheless he had to help her. He started to pick her up bridal style when swarms of demon began to surround the two. "Hah, jeez." He breathed. "Well, you were the reason I came here, so I guess I'll do a little trashing before I go!" Something struck him. It was the realization that this girl may have sine sort of head injury from that collision course with the ground.

Dante decided he would only do what was necessary to make his way out. The devil heaved the woman over his left shoulder.

Moments later after most of the demons had been done away with, the woman began to wake. The devil felt the fingers lightly digging into the leather of his coat. She started to shriek. She was afraid. Afraid and confused out of her mind. Lets not forget the aftershock of whatever had happened to her.

Dante swiftly slashed through the oncoming demon, after which, he pulled her from his shoulder to the left(Dante's left, at least) of his torso, looking her in the face. "Hey now, cool it would'ya? Trying to save you, here." He smiled. The woman ceased shrieking, only to shift her cluelessly horrified expression to one with an extreme burning passion once her eyes rested upon him. She forcefully pushed him away enough so that she could get herself to her footing. She was still slightly out of it as she tried to run off. She failed. Her balance was terrible. The remaining two demon were after her in seconds.

"H-hey, quit that; get back over here, the hell d'y'think you're doing?!" He yelled, lunging for her. She only yelped. Upon completely nothing but reflex, her arms made swift movements like blades as they jumped at her. Their bodies immediately bear a splitting strike; one of which's cut horizontally obstructed, while the other, diagonal.

The demons both split according to her movements, raining the most disgusting sludge possible to exist. Clearly she hadn't the experience of killing these things despite her surreal actions just now. Otherwise, she wouldn't have reacted like an annoying child after the demonic gunk splattered against her skin. Regardless the ease of whatever the hell she was doing to end those things, her balance and train of thought were still a major wreck.

The mysterious woman stumbled lifelessly to the ground. Judging by the lack of movement, Dante would guess she's finally down and out. "Another demon maybe?" He asked himself. No human could do that, that was for sure. Then again, how was it he couldn't sense her demonic aura? Dante was actually pretty stumped. Well there was also the huge possibility her aura is dead at the moment. Just look at her; the girl was practically dead already if you base it entirely on appearance.

"Speaking of which, I should probably get you to some safer ground or something." he added, not expecting a response. After heaving her torso over his shoulder, he started journeying back to the car. The demon casually avoided and ignored other demon making childish remarks like 'whoops, not today hotshot', 'whoa there!', and things of the like as if their attempt effected him none. Though.. It actually wouldn't effect him, really.

Before long, they were both in the car and headed back to the town that suited Dante's 'home'. The woman stretched across the back seat made not a single sound. He had to keep checking back occasionally to be sure she was still conscious. She always was of course. Dante hoped it'd stay that way.

He'd be damned if he let any one fall to reckless, disgusting, low leveled demon.


||End Chapter||

I apologize deeply for taking so long, but I've recently just began to go back to school after fighting a Viral infection that has lasted a week, and everyone knows what missing so much school means.. Make up work and tests to take; that one week I missed was a busy one, but here you go! Finally managed!

Also, so far, the OC probably seems a little annoying, but bear with me. I think you'll be in for a hell of a treat if you continue reading and learn more of her character and watch her develop. I'm excited even, and I'm the writer!