CHAPTER-6: THE HUNT BEGINS

OCTOBER 4th

VMP PHARMACEUTICAL OFFICE - LONDON

6:32PM

A red leather clad demon hunter made his was along the clean cut hallway and threw the crisp white doors into Morgana Tiomat's personal office.

"Ah. You must be Dante." Blond receptionist greeted pleasantly when she saw the hunters weapons. "Lady Morgana will see you know." The blond informed and led the way over to the red headed woman sat behind a large glass desk.

"So your Morgana?" Dante asked looking as he looked around the room.

"Indeed I am. And you are Dante, the famous son of Sparda." Morgana stated calmly, her voice giving off a naturally seductive tone.

"The one and only." Dante confirmed as he slouched down in the chair opposite Morgana and threw his hands behind his head. "Now mind tellin me why the hell you called me all the way out here?" The silverette questioned sounding totally fed up.

"I have someone that I would like you to take care of for me. He's causing quite a lot of problems for me and my company and the sooner he is take care of the better. I -" Morgana began to explain but Dante rudely cut her off.

"All I wanna know is who I'm killin? Where I find them? And how much I'm being paid? The rest I really don't give a shit." Dante informed.

"Very well. We have no idea who he is, but our souses have dubbed him the Raven." Morgana explained as she passed Dante a picture that had been taken by a security camera. The red clad hunter frowned as he looked over the image before handing it back.

"Sorry lady, but I think you've got the wrong idea. I only hunt Demons." Dante told her.

"I assure you. This Raven is no human. One of my sisters tasted his blood before her demise." The red head stated sadly.

"Fine. Now how much you paying?" Dante asked abruptly.

"Find the Raven. Kill him. Then depending on the time it took, we will agree a price. But in the meantime my company will pay for any expense to come your way while working for us. Do we have a deal?" Morgana questioned as she stood my her desk and held out her well manicured, right hand.

Dante contemplated this for a moment, before a smirk graced his lips and the trew his hand out to catch hers.

"Deal." The hunter agreed before leaving the office.

OCTOBER 8th

LONDON- ENGLAND

5:55AM

Nero groaned as he thrashed around in his fitful sleep. He way laying in bed, in yet another dingy flat in one of London's ghettos. His face was plastered with beads of sweat and his teeth where clenched. He'd been like this every time he fell asleep since his Devil Bringer had absorbed that damn relic from Munich.

The dream was always the same. "Come. Come forth Rider." The echoed, ethereal voice called, sounding as if several people where speaking at once or on to of each other. "Come to us. Ruin awaits Rider. Hurry. Time is short. You must hurry. Come forth. Come now." It would tell him. There was no images in his dreams, only darkness and the voice, getting louder and more demanding the deeper into sleep the teen fell.

"Come Rider. Come forth. Ruin. Ruin awaits. Come. Come NOW!" The voice demanded and Nero's eyes shot open and he lunged upright in bed, instinctively grabbing Blue Rose and pointing it out in front of him, ready to shoot.

Sighing as he realized there was nobody there. Nero lay back against his sheets and tried to calm his breathing while he panted. Placing Blue Rose back on the night stand, he used his human hand to push he sweat dampened hair away from his face. "What the bloody hell was that all about? Why do I keep having these dreams? And what the fuck was that thing my arm absorbed?" Nero thought before turning to the clock. "Shit. It's 6AM, I'm gonna be late!" The teen cursed himself before jumping out of bed and jumping in the shower, getting dressed, and heading out the door.

THE NATIONAL BRITISH HISTORY MUSEUM- LONDON

11:00AM

Nero stood with a large group of tourists outside the museum, dressed in his usual denim coat and red hoody. At the front of the group stood a young brunette woman, dressed in a dark blue uniform and holding a flag.

"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to the National British History Museum. My names Mandy. I will be your tour guide for the day. Now if you'd like to follow me, we will begin our journey threw the age's in the Egyptian exhibit." The Brunette told the group as they followed her into the lobby and then started up the stairs heading wherever she was taking them.

Nero smirked to himself as he looked around. It had taken him two buses and a train to get here, but it was totally worth it. The teen wasn't here for an education lesson. He was here on a recon mission. Nero had found out from Vivian's phone that the Bloodlust, Frostbite and Apocalypse associations where all due to meet here in a weeks time, at the grand unveiling of a new exhibit. It would be the perfect opportunity to hit all three parties at once. So here he was now, standing in a tour group, checking the place out. "The Bastards wont know what hit them." Nero though to himself confidently as he carriedon with the tour.

OCTOBER 15th

THE NATIONAL BRITISH HISTORY MUSEUM- LONDON

3:17PM

Dante sighed as he leaned back in his chair. He was sat in the museum's security office and was currently checking over the monitors. Morgana had told him about the meeting that was planned for tonight and that it would be the most likely place for the Raven to show up.

So here he was, lounging around and trying to kill time. Their plan of action was for Dante to pretend that he was one of the guests at the party, and when the Raven hit, Dante would hit back. "Security's all set up. Now all I guess I can do is sit back and wait." The red clad devil hunter thought to himself as he pulled out a trashy magazine and propping his feet up on the desk.

Hi guys. Sorry but that's all your getting until next time. I know I'm evil. (Mu-ha-ha-ha).

I know this one may have been a little tame. But the next chapter will be explosive.

Thanks for reading and please review .

PS: I don't own DMC.