Please read this first:
This is the first thing I've been writing for a LONG time, therefore I'd love some constructive critic. This is also my first ever Fanfic and this is a work in progress. I do not own any of the original Devil May Cry characters, but there are going to be characters in this story that are MY OWN. Please respect that.

*** UPDATE 2016/02/28: ***
I've updated this chapter quite a lot. And I'm working on the last adjustments of chapter 4 that will be uploaded today! I'm so sorry for the lack of updates recently, and thank you so much for your patience! I hope you will be pleased with the updates.


Chapter 2

She sighed and pulled the covers over her head. These dreams were starting to have a real impact on her, they were too real – she could not focus on anything and she was starting to mix up what which was reality and what which was dream. Yet again she tried to tell herself that it was stress related and that she just needed a few days ot.

One look at the clock made her realize that she had overslept.
"Fuck! I slept the entire day?" She jumped out of bed, reached for her black jeans and her grey sleeveless work shirt that were thrown at the floor in a pile next to the bed. She took a quick look in the mirror, her long deep red hair was just one big mess.
"Got to get this crow's nest re-coloured" she said to herself as she inspected the blonde roots that was more than visible, she put it up in a messy bun and decided that it would have to do for today. She quickly did her everyday makeup routine, skipping few steps due to the lack of time.

"You are late Lilly!" the big man behind the counter yelled at her the moment she opened the door to the bar.
"I'm sorry, I overslept"
"Overslept? It's 7 o'clock in the evening, you really think I'm going to buy that? Now get your skinny ass over here and start working. I have better things to do that tending this bar for ya." She hurried over to the bar, took a deep breath and started to prepare it for the evening. It was basically empty by now but in a few hours this place would crawl with creeps and semi-criminals. She hated her job, but at least it was a job

"Daydreaming again?" a blonde woman suddenly appeared next to her, smiling as she poked her in the ribs
"Ouch! Jessie, that hurt." she pretended to look angry for two seconds before she smiled at her colleague, and friend. "And no, I'm not daydreaming"
"So there's no tall, handsome, muscular silver haired man on your mind right now?"
"Oh come on! I'm never going tell you anything, ever again." she laughed. And started to clean the surface of the bar. She had mention one of the dreams to Jessie a few days back, and she was glad she had only mentioned that she had 'a dream' not a second life that seemed to occur every night. She would surely send her to a mental institution if she knew – or at least tease her more than she did at the moment.

The shift went on slowly. There seemed to be more creeps at the bar than usual tonight. She sighed – slaps on her ass, getting pulled down in someone's lap, being told to show off more skin or having to parry one or two attempts of unwanted kisses, was an ordinary night at work – tonight was worse. But at least the tip had been more than generous.

"Let's go to Capulet City tomorrow? None of us are scheduled to work and there's an awesome band playing at that rock club we visited last time." Jessie had snuck up on her again. Making her almost drop the glass she was cleaning.
"I'm not sure I can afford a hotel." She said looking at her friend.
"Oh that's no problem. We can stay at a friend of mine." She smiled "I've already asked her" the blonde gave her a smile that looked like something straight out of a toothpaste commercial.
"Well, I could need a night out." She smiled, getting away from this place was a nice idea – especially after tonight. "But on one condition… You'll help me with this mess." She pointed at her hair.
"Sure, I'll drop by your place before we leave tomorrow, around 10? Does that sound good?"
"That will be awesome. Thanks Jess."
"No probs, oh and by the way; I'm giving you a lift home tonight. I mean there's been a lot of crazy shit going on lately and I don't want you to walk."
"Sure thing mum." She said teasingly but she was glad for the offer. Especially since last nights dream, or nightmare might be a more fitting word for it, still lingered in the back of her head.


/he awoke to the smell of pancakes, he yawned and stretched his arms before he left the warm bed, and walked downstairs to the kitchen. He could hear her as she hummed along with a song on the radio. He smiled at the contrast of her soft voice to the heavy rock song she was listening to. Somehow she managed to make a song about war sound cute. He stopped in the doorway looking at her; the deep red hair was a perfect contrast to her fair skin. She wore one of his shirts which was way too big for her slender figure that moved to the music as she was setting the table. Damn this woman was beautiful.

"Oh you're up" she turned towards him "Are… are you Hungry? I, ehm I made pancakes." He nodded and just looked at her, somewhat amazed that she had chosen to stay with him even thou she knew what he was. He felt her hand grab his and she lead him to the table; as he sat down and pulled her down into his lap.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I didn't know how" he said whit his eyes fixed on hers.
"Don't…" she smiled and placed a light kiss on his lips. "I've been thinking about it, the entire night. And I don't care. I love you for who you are and what you are don't matter." She smiled towards him kissing him again.
"You love me?" He couldn't help the smile that found its way to his lips even thou it made him feel a bit silly. She just smiled and bit her lip.
"Yes, I do love you, half devil or not. And your pancakes will get cold." She smiled and rose from his lap.


She was standing at the sink, washing up the plates that had been used for breakfast, smiling and humming along with the radio. She didn't hear when he came up behind her and almost dropped the plate she was holding when she felt his arms wrap around her.
"I love you to." His husky voice was just an inch from her ear and as he placed his lips towards her neck she couldn't help the small moan that escaped hers.

She turned around to face him and the second she did he caught her lips with his, hungrily kissing her. His hands slowly started to pull the hem of her shirt upwards and she raised her hands over her head to help him remove it completely. He broke the kiss and for a while they were just staring into each other's eyes. She could feel her heart beating faster and her body felt hot, melting in his gaze. He was the one to break eye contact with another kiss, making her moan into his mouth. He lifted her to the counter and by instinct she wrapped her legs around him pulling him closer to her. He placed her hand on her hips slowly moving them upwards stopping at the rim of her panties and with one swift movement he lifted her up and pulled them of. Her hands fumbled with the buttons on his jeans and then pulled them down as far as she could, he kicked the pants of and gave her a playful smile before their lips collided once again.

They had managed to end up on the couch, both of their bodies where glistering from sweat. She smiled and kissed him softly on his collarbone and traced light kisses all the way up his neck before she gave his lips the final soft kiss. He smiled and she felt his hand playing with a strand of her hair. She placed her head to his chest, closing her eyes as she listened to his heart beating.
"Is this your... you know real body? Or is it the, other?" she traced the contours of his abdominal muscle structure. And she heard him chuckle a bit, still playing with her hair.
"This. I'm more human than I'm devil from that aspect."
"Can you show me?" she tilted her head enough to see his face.
"Now?" he placed a light kiss on her forehead.
"Only if you want to."
His skin started to darken until it was almost black, it started to crack up in scale like formation letting a weak blue light emerge from within; the blue colour toned in to a deep red in the centre of his chest where the light grew stronger. She turned her head to look at his face again, he didn't look that much different; his main facial structures remained the only real difference was the small horn like formations in his forehead, besides the colour.
"Your eyes are the same" she smiled and kissed him, his skin felt rough and dry but she didn't mind it. In fact, she was blown away by the thought that she couldn't care less about the fact that she was lying in a sofa cuddling with a devil. She placed her head on his chest again, closing her eyes as he turned back to his human form again./

She sat up in bed. Her body burning from the heated pleasures of her dream. She bit her lip, smiling as the last memories of his touch faded from her body. She closed her eyes and smiled.
"Damn, that felt real. I only wish it were" she said to herself as she lied down again, staring up in the ceiling, still with a silly smile lingering on her lips. "How the hell is reality going to keep up with that"

She was still breathing heavy when her phone rang snapping her out of her thoughts. One look at the phone display, and she decided not to answer. If her boss called her it meant he wanted her to work, and she was not in the mood for another shift. She had been working 12 days in a row, and deserved her days off. She sighed and again and pulled her covers closer to her body – making a cloth cocoon. She closed her eyes and wanted to return to her dream, but she was wide awake. Besides Jessie would arrive in any second to help he fix her hair before they were to leave for Capulet city.

Her phone rang again, Jessie this time.
"Hello." She hurried to answer
"Hey I'm on my way to your place now, are you awake?"
"Yeah almost." She sat up yawning a bit. "See you in a couple of minutes." She hung up the phone, rose from the bed and walked over to her wardrobe. She took two dresses from their hangers, both of them black. Not knowing which of them to choose she threw both of them on the bed.
"Shoes…" she muttered to herself and gave the shoe rack a glance. She decided to go with a pair of black high heels with some leather detailing. A good fit for both jeans and dress, meaning she didn't have to pack an extra pair. She picked up a bag from the floor of her closet, packed down the dresses, a t-shirt to sleep in, her makeup bag and some extra underwear. She had just closed the bag when her doorbell rang.
"Whow, didn't you say you just got up?"
"Eh well yeah?" She gave Jessie a confused look.
"Damn I hate you and your flawless skin." She smiled and shook her head, but couldn't help cast a quick glance in the mirror.

About one hour later they were ready to leave,
"By the way, is it ok with you if my friend tags along tonight? I mean it would be weird to stay at her place and not invite her out with us." Jessie said as the entered her car.
"Of cause, more the merrier" She smiled and picked up her phone. "My music or yours, by the way?"
"Take yours I'm so tired of my playlists by now."

They had been driving for about four hours when Jessie slowed down and stopped at a road side diner.
"I'm starting to get hungry and we have about three more hours to drive..."
"You don't have to convince me, I'm starving" She laughed and stepped out of the car. She was actually glad that Jessie had suggested to stop for a bite. Her stomach was growling since she had not eaten anything at home before they left.

They stepped in to the small diner and ordered some food before they went to sit at a table near the window.
"So have you dreamed anymore of that guy?" Jessie looked at her with a smile as she took a huge bite of her burger.
"Why'd you ask that?" she looked out of the window to avoid eye contact.
"You have!" Jessie almost screamed. "Why haven't you told me?"
"Eh... Well just once more." She lied as she started to nervously fiddle around with the silver chain that she had around her neck.
"Oh what's that, is it a new one?" Jessie pointed at the necklace.
"This one?" she smiled happy that Jessie had changed the subject. "I inherited it from my grandmother when she passed away. I've had it for a few years but I found it again a few weeks ago and decided that it was too beautiful to just keep hidden in a drawer." She handed the chain over to Jessie. In the end of the chain where a silver ring with beautifully carved markings, reminding of letters but far from readable.
"Is it a wedding ring?
"Well of sort" She said as she hung the chain around her neck again. "My grandmother said it was a family heirloom. Her great grandmother got it as a gift from her husband, it was meant to protect her. It's really a piece of some old sword, hard to imagine right? The sword got stolen, or sold I guess, but the ring has been in the family since."
"Wow, I love items with a history." Jessie sad as she gave it back to her.


"Wake up Dante!"
He pulled the covers above his head, trying to shut out the annoying voice that was dragging him out of the dream and into reality. He opened his eyes and gave the blonde a tired and irritated look.
"The fuck Trish... I'm sleeping. Ever heard about knocking" he mumbled while sitting up and leaning his head in his hands. This time the dream had been feeling more than real and he could still taste her kisses, and it was already building up an addiction.
"Oh come on I did knock, its noon already." Trish threw a t-shirt at him "Get dressed, and actually – you should be thanking me" she gave him a sly smile
"What?" He looked at her in sheer confusion, pulling the shirt over his head.
"I did some more research and pulled some strings – I think I know why the Angel Hunters are after your little dream crush." He knew she just added the last to annoy him further but he chose to ignore it, not to give her the pleasure, and just continued to look at her waiting for her to get to the point. "There is a rumour going around. Next full moon it will be a blood eclipse, happens about every one hundred year or so. And well during that night..."
"You can bring back a fallen demon lord using the blood of the sacred... that is old news Trish" He interrupted her "and folklore." he added.
"Well, the rumour – If you let me finish – says that there is a descendant of one of the archangels still walking among us and that the hunters have been summoned to find this person, so that her blood can be used to bring back Mundus."
"I chopped Mundus to pieces. Even if anyone would try to bring him back, he won't have a body to return to."
"That is where the Angel Hunters comes in to the picture. They have been promised to devour the soul of the last angel. Leaving the body empty to be used as a vessel."
"Fuck." He pulled his hands through the thick white mess that was his hair "Are you sure about this? I mean you said it was a rumour" he sighed, if that was true he would have to find her quick.
"Have I ever been wrong?" She smiled.
"You didn't happen to hear anything about where she might be?"
"No sorry, but that is good. It means that they haven't found her yet either." she gave him a weak smile "By the way I also think I know why you dream about her" She handed him an illustration of the angelic sword, torn from what seemed to be a rather old book.
"Yeah I thought we already came to the conclusion that it had something to do with the sword."
"Yes but look." Trish and pointed at the head of the angel. "Your sword is supposed to be wearing a halo, which is missing – If she holds the missing part that might be the connection. I mean sure, your dreams started when you got the sword, but if she holds the missing piece that could be the reason to why you dream of her."
He nodded. It sounded reasonable in his ears. Now he just needed to find her before the hunters did. With just four days until the next full moon he was not planning to waste any more time.

"I'm going to head over to Lady's place, I know she has a few books on angels. I was also planning on borrowing her computer to search social media, too see if I can find her. What's her name and how does she look?" Trish raised her brows and looked at him.
"Lillya, but I she's called Lilly, I've already checked online." That was basically one of the first things he had done. "I don't know her last name, might be tricky finding her online without one."
"Well it won't hurt if I take a second look. Looks?"
"She has red hair, pale skin which almost seam to glow at times. Hot like hell." he smiled "Purple-ish eyes"
"Purple-ish? And you said there was no supernatural about her? How many humans have purple eyes?" Trish looked at him whit a sceptical eye. Before she turned around and started to walk out of the room
"Well... I said 'no demonic'" He called after her. He was going to read up more on those Angel Hunters, maybe talk to a few of his sources to see if they had any more information. But as this new information was starting to sink in he was also starting to feel a bit helpless – a feeling he loathed – what if he did not find her? Or what if they find her first? She could be anywhere.

"I'm fucking obsessed..." he muttered to himself as he left his room heading downstairs to the waiting pile of books.