Yo, Fanfic fans! DMC meets Darkstalkers is back! Now, in this story, Dante gets a new mission from two succubi that all D.S. lovers know and enjoy! Now enjoy, and remember, no flames.
66 Slum Avenue, Present Day, 11:23 p.m.
In a large flat-style single apartment, a lone neon sign stands above the entrance. The sign said the three words that the people of Devil City always knew, Devil May Cry. Then outside of the door stood a shadow. The shadow was obviously female, and very well put together. All you could see was her green eyes. Then, the shadow spoke, in a voice as smooth and sensuous as satin, "So, this is where I'll find him. Well, I guess I'll go talk to him."
Meanwhile, inside the shop, a man stepped out of a bathroom, wearing nothing more than a pair of baggy red leather pants and black buckle boots, revealing his toned upper body, with the build of a martial artist and a lightweight bodybuilder. The man shook his neck length platinum blonde hair free of the water he used for a quick shower. Then he opened his eyes, one green, and one red. He mused at the various "trophies" of past victories over the forces of darkness, or to be more precise, demonic spirits. All over the walls, were various skulls, weapons and cloth from the demons of the past. Then he put on a small necklace with an amulet attached, a sort of tooth shaped gold exterior with a ruby in the center. This was his mother's only memento. Suddenly, the door opened, revealing the shadow that was aforementioned.
The shadow then stepped in, showing that she was a woman, at least in her late 20's, with a figure that could make most supermodels jealous, and breasts the size of dodgeballs. She wore a button up, long sleeved white dress shirt that was tightly affixed to the toned upper body of the woman, and black leather pants, which hugged the sensual curves of her toned and shapely rear end as well as her strong and slim legs. Her hair, which reached to the tip of her bum, was a light green. Her eyes were a darker green and her lips were a crimson.
The man looked her over and said, "Ya here on business, or are ya here to use the restroom? If it's the second one, it's in the back." The woman then spoke softly, "All I want to know is if you are Dante Sparda, professional demon hunter." "Who wants to know?" "Oh, nobody special. I have a small job for you." As the female spoke, she sauntered over to Dante sensually, deliberately swaying her hips to accentuate her body. "If you accept this job, I promise, the reward will be quite..." Then, the woman thrusted her chest forward, causing three buttons on her shirt to fly off, revealing her copious cleavage. "...gratifying." Dante arched his eyebrow, and said, "Are you trying to seduce me, lady? Cause if you are, don't quit your day job." "Oh, no, sir. I'm just trying to find a man who can protect me, after all, I am a damsel in distress." "Yeah, about that..."
Dante then pulled out a silver handgun with the words, "Ebony and Ivory,"etched into the shaft and pressed it to her head. "Next time you try to disguise yourself, try repressing that aura around you, succubus." "So," the female said, "you knew all along, but how?" Dante then tapped his red eye. "Ah, yes, how could I forget, the eye of Sparda? That allows the Sparda clan to see the demonic aura around all creatures. Well, then..." Without warning, the woman grabbed Dante's hand and twisted it around so the gun would no longer point at her head. Dante snickered, "Not bad for a chick." The woman smiled and said, "You're not so bad yourself, devil boy." Then, she backflipped to the center of the room, and said, "Well, since you know what I am, I think it's time you knew who I am."
The woman then placed her hands on her head in a sensual pose, and then, a ring of green fire erupted around her. Dante couldn't see at first, but then, the flame died down, revealing the woman in a new outfit, a black leotard that revealed her arms, shoulders and cleavage, as well as a small heart shape which revealed a small portion of her bust line and a thong back, purple stockings with bats on them, black stiletto heel boots, elbow length gloves with rings around both middle fingers and fur around the elbows, two large bat wings protruding from her back, and two smaller ones on her head. Smiling slightly, she said, "I am Morrigan Aensland."
Dante smiled lightly and said, "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Aensland. Now, about that job." "Quick to the point, I like that. Okay. Have you perhaps heard of the Blood Lord?" Dante froze a bit, and then spoke again. "Yeah, I've heard of him. He's the bastard that created the Temen Ni Gru, the Dark Tower." Morrigan then said, "Well, he has returned, and is ready to complete the task he set upon himself thousands of years ago." "What? What do you mean?" Morrigan chuckled and said, "For a guy who slays demons, you don't know the routine very much do you? When a demon lord is resurrected, and he has unfinished business, the first thing on the demon's mind is to finish that business. However, the Blood Lord isn't strong enough, lacking his full potential, and therefore incapable of summoning the tower." Dante then said, "So, why do you need me?" "Because in three weeks time, the Blood Lord will have acquired enough souls in order to reawaken the Tower's dark energies. That is why I need you. Also, we may have to be careful, for this demon has many minions." Dante smiled lightly, and said, "Well, then, let me get dressed and I'll help in any way a demon slayer can."
A few minutes later, Dante was dressed in a long sleeve black leather shirt, a red leather vest, a long blood red trench coat with short sleeves, silver shoulderguards and kneeguards, and black fingerless gloves. He picked up his silver handgun, Ivory, and it's black counterpart, Ebony, twirled them expertly and slid them into leg holsters. Finally, he grabbed a rather large silver sword, with a skull design for the hilt, and demon wings on the edge of the hilt. "Well, Rebellion, looks like you're about to get some action again." And with that he slid the sword into it's holster in the back. "Let's rock!" Dante stepped out of the other room, ready to fight. Morrigan then smiled at the now fully battle-ready Dante. "I take it from the look in your eyes, you are ready." "Yep."
"Did he agree to help us, sis?" A smaller voice was emanating from the rafters above Dante's desk. Dante whipped his head around to find a small red bat with a purple tuft of fur on it's head. "Yes, Lilith, he has.," Morrigan replied. Then, the bat flew down from the rafter and glowed temporarily, and assumed a new form, that of a younger succubus. This succubus wore a red leotard with a diamond shape under the top, with blue stockings and red heels, had short purple hair, but other than her age and outfit, her other features were similar to Morrigan's. "Hooray! Mr. Sparda is gonna help us!" The young succubus jumped upand down happily, like a girl who just got a date with the head jock of the school. "This is Lilith, a piece of my own energy, preserved by Belial, and given life of it's own.," Morrigan then smiled and said, "And I am proud to call her my sister." "Well," Dante laughed, "introductions aside, I say let's get this party started!" Lilith jumped once again. "All right!" And with that, Dante set out once more, to fight against those that served the forces of darkness, but only had three weeks until the whole world blew like a frog on a hot plate.
Now, this is getting good! Next chapter, these people will have their first big battle! Enjoy your in-read meals!
