This Chapter is going to be another Dante heavy Chapter with a little Daenerys at the end. I'm still making this up as I go along so I don't really know where it's heading. Again any tips on what might be a good way to help the story progress a little better are welcome. As always I do not own Devil May Cry or Game of Thrones.

It's been a few days since Dante decided to keep tagging along with Robb. Dante was currently laying under a tree sleeping. He was having a lovely dream about pizza, sundaes and beer. It was then that one of Robb's men decided to wake him up. Dante looked up at the knight and asked what he wanted. The soldier told Dante that Robb wanted to see him at his tent. He got up and walked to the tent and upon entering all eyes were fixed on him.

"What's going on, you all look like someone died?" Dante stated.

Catelyn sobbed, and Robb tried to comfort her. Then lord Karstark came up and told him of what happened. "That blasted Greyjoy, Theon! He took over Winterfell and burned the Kings younger brothers and had them hanged!" Karstark yelled, obviously enraged.

Dante didn't know Robb had other siblings, they never talked about it. He felt bad for them yet at the same time felt out of place here. "I feel bad for you, I really do. But why did you call me here?" he asked.

Robb sat his mother down before looking at Dante, "We want you to go to Winterfell, bring us Theon Greyjoy, and kill all his men stationed there." He asked.

"I don't even know where Winterfell is or even what this Theon dude looks like." He told them. "How am I supposed to find him?"

"We can show you where Winterfell is, you can't miss it's fairly large and it holds are flag. Actually never mind it probably holds the banner of Greyjoy and the iron islands." Robb told him as he handed him a map.

Dante began to walk out but not before turning back and telling Robb he was sorry for what happened. "Thank you Dante." Robb said.

Dante walked until he was far from the camp and then he devil triggered, spread his wings and flew at Mach speed towards Winterfell. As Dante flew towards his destination he couldn't get Robb and Catelyn's faces out of his mind, the hurt in their eyes as well as the rage was there for all to see. He didn't know anything about this Theon Greyjoy but anyone who was willing to kill innocent children to get ahead in life, didn't deserve to live. So with even more determination he flew faster towards Winterfell and swore upon his honor as a Sparda he would make all who were involved in this pay.

Lannister port

Jaime had finally arrived at Lannister Port and was eager to receive a bath and food, but before that there was work to be done. He had to talk to his father.

"Where is my father? I must speak with him immediately." He told the knight.

"This way King Slayer." He told Jaime.

Jaime hated that name, it was a reminder of how he had wasted his life serving a worthless king and how he had nothing but that one act to his name, no children at least officially and no other title. Jaime quickly buried those thought into the back of his mind, he couldn't let himself be distracted from the matter at hand: Dante. He reached his father's office and simply walked in and saw his father signing documents.

Tywin didn't look up but still spoke, "Don't you ever knock, does anyone ever knock anymore?" he asked clearly annoyed.

Jaime stood up straight and bowed, "Father, my apologies." He said.

"Never mind, I'm just glad you're no longer in the hands of those accursed Stark." He told Jaime. Tywin then went to hug his son and upon doing so backed away almost immediately afterward. "Why did you not bathe before coming up to my office, you smell like a horses ass, which is surprising considering it's you?" he asked in disgust.

"I had to speak with post haste, there are matters involving a new ally of the Stark's that demand immediate attention."

"What matter?" Tywin asked. It was rare for his son to take anything seriously, at least to this degree.

Jaime sat down as did Tywin. Jaime fidgeted and moved around in his chair as if trying to figure out where to start. "Well, as you know I was imprisoned by the Starks for quite some time, and was with them around the time your army was defeated?" he asked.

"Yes I am well aware of that." He said wondering where his son was going with this. "Get to the point Jaime."

Jaime sighed before continuing knowing he was going to sound absolutely mad. "What if I told you it wasn't Robb's army that defeated you?" he asked.

"If not the Starks then whose army was it?" Tywin was confused. "Will you stop beating around the bush and tell what the hell you're going on about?" he asked getting tired of this game.

"It wasn't an army that fell your men, but one person and one person only." Jaime told his father.

Tywin had a look of disbelief on his face. "How is this possible, no man is capable of such a feat?" Tywin was trying to wrap his head around everything his son had said. "You saw this with your own eyes?" he asked.

"No, but I was there as the Stark boy and his mother where talking to him about it, and they seemed pretty damn serious."

Tywin rubbed his face in frustration. "Describe this man for me and leave no detail out." He ordered.

Jaime described Dante's appearance as well as his weaponry he used.

"This boy sounds similar to the one that nearly took your nephew's head off." Tywin told Jaime.

"WHAT! When was this?" he asked.

"I got a letter from your sister, telling me about how a young man had fallen from the sky and landed in the lake just outside of Kings Landing. They brought the boy to Joffrey and upon asking the boy to bow to Joffrey he refused. Their men tried to detain him and failed, he cut them to ribbons in less than a minute. He apparently moved with godlike speed."

"By the gods is there no end to our misfortune?" Jaime wondered.

"That's not all! Apparently your description of this Dante Sparda matches the other one, this Vergil, near perfectly. They both also carry the same last name, SPARDA!" Tywin said with seething rage.

"Twins with the power to destroy armies at will and they both are against us, at least for now." Jaime said.

What Jaime said caught Tywin's attention, "What do you mean?"

"What I mean is that there is still a way to get at least one of them on our side." Jaime told Tywin. "The Starks are believed to be these HERO'S who are going to usher in a new age of peace and prosperity."

"What does that have to do with anything? It's nothing more than the wishful thinking of that young pup and his people."

"Not to Dante, he believes in them. He thinks he's following the side of good and is led to believe we are evil, but what if we show him that the Starks aren't the saints he believes them to be?" Jaime said.

"How do we do that?" asked Tywin.

"Now that's where I'm stuck. Robbs is careful with his actions, any action we take to slander his name in the eyes of that boy, will need to be carefully implemented and we'll need people on the inside, people who are within Robbs army to get it done."

"But who, the young pup is careful about who he lets fight for him, and besides they are loyal to him to a fault." Tywin stated. He was already doubting this plan. At this rate these twins where going to ruin everything he's built up to this point. His son was on the right track, they needed to get at least one of the two Sparda boys on their side, but how. "Do we know of anyone either of those twins are close to?" asked Tywin.

"The red coated one is allied with Robb, but I don't believe they are particularly close, why?"

Tywin stroked his chin as he thought of whom these boys might be close to, then Tywin spotted the letter his daughter had sent earlier. He picked it up and as he read it he realized he had overlooked a key description in this letter. "Sansa Stark." Tywin muttered barely loud enough for Jaime to hear.

"What about her?" Jaime asked. Wondering what his father was plotting inside of his head.

"Cersei spoke in her letter about how this Vergil character had left with Sansa and the way she described it made it seem as though he had a sort of infatuation with the girl." He told Jaime.

"Young love, mysterious, dangerous and KINKY" said Jaime.

Tywin rolled his eyes in disgust. "Now is not the time for your childish remarks, I believe we may have found are key to getting that Vergil boy into our clutches."

"SANSA STARK?! Are you insane? If these boys are as strong as we are to believe then I wouldn't advise angering one of them by harming the little whore." He stated. Jaime was concerned his father was going mad.

"WE are not going to harm her." He said.

"Than what is your plan?"

"My plan is to find a way to convince this young man and Sansa Stark that the actions taken by that foolish grandson of mine are one we had nothing to do with, which is for the most part true. If we can convince him that she is safer with us than her own family he will most likely join us as well."

"Good plan, we could also use that Arya girl as a way to help convince them, have her say something along the lines of how we've treated her just and fairly and whatever pig shit we make her spew out of her mouth?" Jaime stated.

Tywin sighed before telling Jaime that Arya was no longer in their possession.

"I'm sorry, but how do we lose a little girl? Did Vergil take her with him as well?"

No. She went missing the same day her father was beheaded by my grandson, and thanks to that we've lost all leverage on the Starks."

"DO they know we don't have either sister?" Jaime asked.

"As far as I can tell no. it is not common knowledge, Robb still believes we have Arya which should work to our advantage until we find Sansa, but we cannot allow the young lady to reach her brother lest she tell the king in the north we don't have their sister."

"This is not going to be easy." Said Jaime.

Tywin groaned as he sat down, "Indeed not, my grandson seems to have made things more difficult for us, luckily for us he is no longer king." Tywin told Jaime.

"No longer KING! What happened?" he asked.

"Your sister happened. It appears she took it upon herself to relieve Joffrey of the burdens of the iron throne and become Queen, a change I strongly approve of."

Jaime as a little worried about this change, he knew Cersei would never want Joffrey to be overthrown by anyone, but to do it herself, to her own SON! This may be the beginning of something terrible thought Jaime.

Winterfell

Theon sat at the lords table eating as he enjoyed the food that lay before him. The only downside to this was the constant horn blowing the commenced outside. "I swear when I get my hands on that fucking horn blower I'm going to shove that thing so far up his ass it comes out of his mouth!" Theon yelled.

He continued eating for a while, until he started to hear screaming from outside, he thought it might have been his men cheering or having a bash. Then he heard someone scream. He walked to the window and what he saw outside turned him pale as a white walker. He saw what looked to be some kind of red monster tearing through his men using what's probably the biggest sword he's ever seen. He heard it yell where is Theon Greyjoy? Upon hearing that Theon began to panic. "What the fuck is that thing?!" he thought out loud.

Dante tore through every men asking them where Theon was before he either broke multiple of their bones or just out right killed them. It didn't take too long of one to finally tell him where to find Theon, so as thanks he simply knocked the guy out by hitting him with his elbow. He then went inside the castle and when he reached what he assumed was the lords dining area, he saw a red headed young man frantically searching for what Dante assumed was a weapon. He walked closer to him before speaking, "Anything I can help you find?" he asked startling Theon. He made sure he was looking right at him before saying his name, "THEON GREYJOY!"

Theon finally found his sword and pointed it at the monster, "What the hell are you?" he asked as he was shaking from fear. "Why are you doing this? What have I done to you?"

Dante laughed demonically as he got closer to Theon. "You're right, you haven't done anything to me." He said. Dante then used a magic shock wave to knock Theon back into the wall. Dante pulled out his gun and shot just an inch away from Theon's dick.

"Who sent you?" Theon asked now cowering against the wall sobbing.

"Your sworn brother sent me." Dante told him, much to Theon's shock.

"Robb! Why would Robb send something like you to come after ME?!" he asked.

Dante Reverted to his human form before getting face to face with Theon, "You know why, child murderer."

Theon stammered with his words before finally speaking clearly. "Oh GODS! NO! I didn't kill them I didn't kill his brothers" Theon said.

Dante than grabbed Theon and threw him onto the table still grabbing his throat. "LIAR! We were told you burned them and hung them up for everyone to see." Dante screamed. He was itching to kill this man who would kill children.

"It's the TRUTH! I couldn't find them, they escaped along with their servant's Hodor and Osha! You have to believe me?" Theon begged.

Dante could tell he wasn't lying. "Then who did you hang?"

"They were two farmer's boys, I couldn't let my men know I let them escape so I killed the farmer's children and told my men they were Brandon and Ricken Stark." He told him now crying.

"Do you know where they went, any idea at all?" he asked.

"No I told you they escaped and I couldn't find them."

Dante told Theon to stay put, he then went to go check the bodies that he hung. His demon sense of smell would let him tell if they shared the same blood as Robb, even if their corpses where old. He found them and upon sniffing them he could tell they were not Robb's brothers. "At least their alive somewhere, I hope." Dante said. He then cut the boys down and buried them, he thought they deserve that much at least. They deserved to live! Thought Dante.

He walked back to Theon who was now crying on the floor. Dante couldn't tell if he was crying out of fear of being killed or shame at what he'd done. Either way it didn't matter, he'd bring him back to Robb, along with the good news.

Robb's camp night time.

Robb was sitting at his desk going over his strategies and whatever else needed attending to. His mother had finally fallen asleep after hours of crying. He couldn't believe it, his brother's where dead. "Fucking Greyjoy! I'll put his head on a pike for all to see after I've made him suffer!" Robb yelled.

His tent opened up to reveal Lord Karstark. "Dante has returned my lord, he has the Greyjoy." Karstark said.

Robb got up and quickly went to go see him. He was finally going to make Theon pay.

"Robb, what's happened?"

Robb looked back to see his mother who had woken up from all the commotion. "Mother, you must not be here, return to your tent." He told her.

It was then that Cat saw Dante holding Theon Greyjoy as he walked toward them. Her blood began to boil as she laid eyes on the man who had killed her children. "YOU! You ungrateful, fucking pile of horse shit!" she yelled as she ran towards Theon ready to claw his eyes out. She was the stopped by Robb who held her back and tried to get her to go back to her tent. "Fuck the tent, FUCK sleeping and FUCK all those cursed Greyjoy's and their precious iron island, HE KILLED MY BABY BOY"S! She screamed struggling to break free of her eldest son's grasp.

"NO! He didn't kill your boys." Dante told them.

Cat was confused now. "If not him then who?" she asked.

"Dante sighed and looked her straight in the eyes. "No one. Your kids are still alive." He told her.

Robb then loosened his grip due to shock. "How do you know this?"

"He told me. I could tell he was telling the truth, also I checked the bodies he hung and they weren't related to you. Your boys apparently escaped with some people called Hodor and Osha." He told them.

Catelyn dropped to the floor and cried tears of joy. "They are alive somewhere? Thank the seven they can still return to Me." she said.

"Thank you Dante, we owe you so much. How can I repay you for this?" Robb asked clearly glad that his brothers were most likely alive and well.

Dante grabbed Theon and threw him in front of Robb. "Make him pay, make him suffer."

Robb was shocked. "But you said it yourself my brothers are alive?"

"That doesn't change the fact that he butchered an innocent family, burned their bodies and hung them up like damn ornaments." Dante said. Clearly upset.

"I understand." Robb then told one of his men to take Theon to Jaime's old cell, and keep him there until he knew how to deal with him. Robb watched as Theon was dragged away and begged for mercy.

Dante went to his tent on order to sleep. That night he had a nightmare, he was walking around Winterfell and saw that it was barren of any life. He came across the wall were the two boys were hung and saw that they were still there. He thought nothing of it until the burnt corpses stared right at him and spoke. "Why didn't you save us?" they asked.

"Because you were already dead by the time I got here." He told them.

"That's no excuse!" The corpse screamed at him. "You could have saved us, you just didn't want to!" it yelled.

"No, I just can't be everywhere at all times. What happened to you was the work of someone else. You can't blame me." he told them. He was wondering why he was arguing with corpses.

"So you're saying you couldn't save us because you weren't here at the time. That as long as you are near those in trouble you can save them?" it asked.

"That's about right." Dante told them, getting tired of this conversation. He was also beginning to feel a little dizzy. He then heard something behind him and for some reason he was having trouble looking back to see what it was. Then it spoke.

"Then why couldn't you save ME?"

Dante's heart began to pound in his chest as he recognized that voice. He was shaking, his palms were sweaty and he couldn't breathe right. He looked back and what he saw was a woman with long blonde hair, lightning blue eyes and a dress. "Mom?" Dante said.

She smiled at him before speaking once more. "You didn't answer my question. Why couldn't you save me?" she asked.

"I…I… I was just a kid." He told her.

"But you said that as long as those who need help are near you that you can save them, isn't that what you said?" she asked Dante. She turned her attention to the corpses. "That's what he said, right boys?" she asked with a smile.

The corpses nodded. "Right my lady, he did indeed say that." Both corpses said in unison.

She looked back at Dante and smiled. "That's what you said son. So any more excuses you're going to tell me and yourself for why you LET ME DIE!" Eva said that last part with an inhuman growl.

Dante's head started to hurt. "AAAAAGH!"

"Tell me SON! Why couldn't you SAVE your DEAR MOTHER?!" She asked angrily.

Dante was writhing in agony as his head felt like splitting in two. "I was just a kid. I wasn't strong enough to save you!" he screamed.

Eva's face looked like it was beginning to crack as she began to walk towards Dante. "You were just a child, THAT'S your excuse?" She asked as her face began to crack even more. "If I hadn't had you and your brother, I would STILL be alive! You little HELL SPAWN killed me!" She yelled as she was now right next to Dante. Her eyes Where letting off a red light as though they were headlights.

"You're not my mom! You're nothing but an illusion, my mind playing a TRICK on me!" he screamed.

"Oh really, would an illusion be able to do THIS?!" Eva screamed as she grabbed Dante's head and forced him to look her straight in the eye. "You are nothing but a monster and you deserve to die like one." She said softy as she cupped his cheek with her hand.

Dante tried to get free but for some reason he wasn't strong enough. It was then that his mother began to crumble into ash and covered his body. As he lay there with his mother's ashes on him, he wanted to cry. He didn't though, he just sat there on his knees and remembered what he told himself as he looked upon his mother's corpse ten years ago. "Devils never cry." He whispered.

Dante woke up from his dream. He saw that it was night outside. He took a drink from his water canteen and stood there motionless. He shook his head and tried to get his thoughts away from the nightmare he had, but no matter how much he tried that whole day he thought of one thing and one thing only, his mother.

Qarth.

Daenerys Targaryen was walking around Qarth. Her mind still reeling from the events that had transpired here, and of what she saw down in the house of the undying. No matter how hard she tried she couldn't get what she saw down there out of her head, nor could she make sense of it. She kept seeing that monster, that terrible RED monster. It held her head in its hands as it gave loud demonic roar. Was it really an illusion or was it a warning, was that monster going to kill her. She didn't know. Although she did notice a few things, about the monster that seemed odd. It had two strange devices on each side of its hip, a large sword, and a ruby amulet around its neck.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please review. Also if you're wondering what's going on with Vergil and Sansa they are just trying to make it back to Winterfell at the moment so it's nothing to special? I will most likely make the next chapter revolve around them. Also I would like to recommend two stories to you that I think are great. Return of The Dark Slayer by TheDrkKnight12, yes that's how it's spelled, it is a Devil may cry and Frozen Crossover and it's amazing. Second is The Orange Flash In Westeros by Choejhulkp9, it is a Naruto and Game of Thrones Crossover, and it's long at least for my standards.