Disclaimer: Devil May Cry belongs to Capcom. Just be glad I don't own it. ;D
Rating: PG-17—could get a little violent…
A/N: OH, MY GOODNESS. THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR LOVELY REVIEWS. They always manage to make my day better. :D
"The price you must pay for free music is time." - Morgana Coleman (my very awesome friend)
…This is what happens when your friend gets a song stuck in your head and convinces you to download the entire soundtrack from a free downloads website. XD
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Lyubov- pronounced "lyoo-BOF." Of Russian origin, meaning "love."
After they peeled themselves off of the rough pavement, the hunters stumbled into the cool interior of Devil May Cry, gratefully gulping the fresh air into their deprived lungs.
Dante sauntered to the bathroom for his shower while Alex decided to officially check out her new bedroom.
She started to walk to the door to the living space of Devil May Cry when she suddenly remembered her bag full of clothes that lay abandoned outside, so she quickly paced back into the heat of dusk for her sack.
Alex finally lugged it into her dusty little room and opened her new closet door, only to be attacked by a flurry of trapped moths and billowing clouds of dust, and she coughed and sputtered in surprise.
She wheezed a sigh of irritation as she tossed her sack in the closet for later and pulled out the garments she had planned on wearing later that night.
The huntress strolled to the middle of the living space, surveying every square inch and arranging where everything would be placed. She only had one doubt in her mind; how in the world was her bed supposed to fit? Sometimes she really regretted buying such a behemoth of a bed…
A deep, smooth tone broke through her fretting, "Hey, babe. I'm done now."
She turned to stare at the half-naked male leaning in the door frame, clad only in a pair of nicely-fitting black jeans.
...Suddenly, she realized just how nice and toned Dante was…
'Bad, bad fangirl!!'
Alex made a noise of disapproval in the back of her throat as she snatched her clothes from their hangers, "You're such a whore; you know that?"
Dante looked dramatically taken aback, "I am not. You could be undressing me with your eyes for all I know…"
A dark eyebrow rose as Alex evenly met Dante's azure eyes, "Sweetheart, you wish." With that, she passed him by and began her trip to the shower.
Alex stared irritably at her soppy locks, having forgotten her blow dryer and extra, extra-strength gel.
'Great…'
She growled, dismissed the thought, and turned to yank on her clothes. After she adjusted her skirt to her decency, she turned to gaze at herself in the mirror, a vain smirk tugging at the corners of her lips.
'I'm just so damn hot sometimes…'
She chuckled at her own conceited thoughts, unlocked the door, and stepped out into the cooler hallway, a loud, sweet voice filling her ears.
Humph. The little stinker didn't even call to warn her that she was coming.
The huntress stepped out into the cooler hallway and strolled toward the front office of Devil May Cry. Lily's voice magnified as she entered the large, cluttered room, and three pairs of eyes landed on her.
Two blurs of black and brown squealed with delight and nearly barreled Alex over.
"Hi, guys," she mumured flatly.
The two giggled as they clung to her midsection, their syllables dragging, "Hiiiiiii, Alex!"
She rolled her dark eyes and peeled the two off of her, and she felt her skin tingle with a too-intense gaze...
She looked over to Dante, a suggestive smirk on his lips and his eyes on her rear end.
He gazed at her, not a trace of shame in his eyes as he grinned, "Nice skirt, babe."
She stared down at the clingy material that adorned her hips, admiring the intricate little patterns, "I know, right?"
The two other females rolled their eyes at the exchange, and Lily clapped her hands together. "Alright, are ya' ready to go? I plan on getting on the floor early, k' thanks."
"Yeah, let me grab my boots."
"Oh, yeah, just to let you know, you're driving..."
Alex's eyes narrowed on her younger sister, who gave a nervous grin in response. "...Fine. Bee are bee."
"Okay!" her sister twittered happily, latching onto Sid in the process.
She returned a minute or two later, boots covering her legs up to her knees in all their hardcore glory.
Lily's eyes glittered with admiration, "Oh, wow! Alex, those are such cool boots!!"
Alex sighed in irritation, "Lily, you went with me when I bought these..."
Her face turned blank for a moment, "...I did?"
Alex's palm collided with her face, a exasperated sound bubbling from her throat, "Yes!"
Lily's eyebrows furrowed in frustration, lips shrinking to a soured pucker, "...Oh...Damn it, why do I always forget?"
Alex patted her sibling's shoulder comfortingly, "You have a short attention span, sister dear."
Lily's face contorted in irritation, and she stuck her tongue out at her sister.
Alex's obsidian orbs rolled at her sister, "Alright, peeps, let's get this show on the road."
She turned to glance at Dante, "Weapons?"
He smirked and picked up his beloved instruments of destruction, "Way ahead of ya', babe."
Sighing, Alex picked up her odachi and guns from a place near Dante's couch.
Sid questioned, "...Um, guys? What's with the pointy, sharp things and the things that go boom?"
The pair of hunters glanced at each other, since Sid did not know a thing about who they were and what they hunted.
Alex retorted, "Let's just say that we have a very special job to do...You know...bounty hunting type-thing?" Well, their job was kinda like that anway...
Sid looked a little creeped out for a moment, but she hesitantly answered, "...Okay. Just make sure those things aren't near me..."
The corner of Alex's lips tugged into a minute smile, "Don't worry. They'll be in my trunk."
Sid silently wondered, 'I wonder what else could have been in her trunk…'
Anyhow, The brunette slowly smiled back, nodding slightly, "Okay."
The four of them stood abreast in front of Inferno's doors, the night air burning fierce shades of sanguine and ginger. The air gyrated with a heavy, gothic beat, and many people stood in lines, clothes dark and eye makeup heavy.
Dante chuckled as he strapped his weapon that was cleverly hidden away in a guitar case, "Kinda seems like hell, alright."
The two younger females' expression quirked at Dante's comment, but Alex's lips twitched with a smirk, fastening Daithi around her shoulders and chest.
The four walked to the beginning of the line where the bouncer stood. His attire was rather unusual; instead of a nice, crisp suit, a tight black shirt accentuated his very muscular torso, and he wore black cargo pants and large combat boots. The male's head was slightly bowed, causing his messy haircut to shield his eyes.
Lily bounced up to the large guy in her usual fashion, a happy little grin settling on her face, "Excuse me…"
The guy's head snapped up, revealing deep vermillion orbs that gazed intensely at Lily.
Alex felt a flash of ice race down her spine all the way to the tip of her toes. Something was off. So terribly, horribly off.
Lily instantly flushed at his extreme look. "Um…I'm Lily Landseth, and-"
The bouncer completed her thought, "Ah, yes, Miss Lyubov informed me of you and your friend. Go on in." He grandly gestured them in, causing both girls to giggle and skitter inside.
His strange, entrancing eyes glanced over coolly to Alex and Dante. "And you two must be the hunters Miss Lyubov hired. Go on in."
They nodded and strolled nonchalantly inside.
Alex winced as she walked into the wild atmosphere, the dark, eerie music overwhelming her sensitive ears.
"Was it just me, or did that guy give you the creeps?" Dante murmured in her ear, taking notice of her obvious discomfort. (Deciding also to get a little closer…Hee hee, he was so awesome! It just made him want to fangirl over himself!)
She rolled her eyes at his oh-so-subtle attempt at flirting but answered, "Wasn't just you. Something's not right about this place."
"Good thing whatever-the-hell-her-name-is called us…She's got some serious problems around here."
Alex shook her head and was about to reply when her two other companions appeared from the mass of writhing bodies in the middle of the dark floor.
Lily grinned and did a little dance, "Oh, there's so many pretty men on the floor! Alex, you have to come dance with us!"
Sid jogged up beside her bandmate, her expression similar, "God, yes!"
Alex gave an obnoxious snort, "No, no, no. Alex is going to get drunk enough first, then she'll possibly join you."
The pair of females blew out exasperated breaths.
Lily turned on her heels, "Alright, suit yourself."
Alex shot off for the bar on the far right, and Dante sniggered and followed after her.
She plopped into a seat and was about to order herself a nice glass of vodka when she noticed the bartender had the same pair of vermillion eyes as the bouncer.
Her eyes narrowed over-so-slightly before she announced, "Vodka. Straight."
The delicate female gave her a strange smirk, "Coming right up."
Dante smoothly slid into a seat beside her, "So, what exactly do you have against dancing sober?"
She accepted her glass with sullen acknowledgment, "…I hate crowds. And loud music. And people touching me."
One silver brow rose into a high arch as his lips pulled down into a grimace, "Jesus, you sound like my brother. The reclusive bastard."
Alex shrugged easily, a smirk adorning her full lips, "Well, I am reclusive bitch."
Dante leaned back in his chair, "Well, if ya' hate all this, why come?"
"Well, Lily would pester me until I died, and I like alcohol. It's an excuse for me to drink myself silly."
"So," Dante began with a suggestive grin, "…What's the worse thing you've done while drunk?"
Alex's visage transformed into a look of flat skepticism. "Well…I think I can remember pole-dancing once…"
Dante's grin grew to titanic proportions. "Hm…I would have liked to have seen that…"
Alex snorted with amusement, "Heard I was pretty good, too."
Dante coughed pointedly, "Well, damn, I wish I could've been there…"
The huntress only shook her head and finished her glass of alcohol. Although, something tasted very odd about her beverage, but it was something she couldn't quite put her finger on…Whatever it was, it tasted sweet…
The most handsome male Alex had probably ever seen appeared next to her like liquid from the crowd and settled gracefully into the stool beside her. Alex was aware that she was openly gaping, but, somehow, she didn't care. He stared at her with his cool, vermillion eyes, and her brain buzzed with what seemed like a thousand moths fluttering jaggedly in her skull. The only thought that surfaced from her confused haze was the animal desire to have him.
He smiled seductively at her, causing the buzzing in her head to intensify so much that it hurt. "Would you like to dance with me?"
Automatically, her lips began with a "yes," (and it could have been a "oh, hell, yes") but Dante's smooth, silvery baritone chased away some of the dancing fuzziness, "Sorry, but she's dancing with me."
She vaguely remembered him gently gripping her forearm, standing her up, and escorting her to the floor. But she remembered the furious look of the horribly beautiful guy as he dragged her away.
They mingled into the twisting crowd, and the smear that had encompassed her mind shattered. Alex grabbed at her viciously throbbing temples when reality bore back down on her.
With her eyebrows furrowed in pain, Alex glanced up to stare Dante in the eyes, "…Thanks?"
Dante shrugged nonchalantly, "No problem. Just making sure ya didn't eat his face off. That's what you're supposed to do to me…" His eyebrows wiggled like silver caterpillars above his eyes.
Alex's dark eyes narrowed dangerously, the corner of her lips twitching with barely controlled irritation.
Dante's arms rose quickly in retaliation. "I kid; I kid!! Geez, woman! Can't you take a joke?"
"No."
Dante sighed dramatically. "Then you're just no fun."
She stuck her tongue out at him, "Oh, frickin' well!"
Dante looked playfully insulted, "Oh, you just didn't do that."
"Oh, looks like a just did."
"You're just mean, you know that?"
"It's a lifestyle choice."
Their teasing banter was interrupted by a horrific, blood-freezing scream. An icy lead block settled heavily in the pit of Alex's stomach as she suddenly became painfully aware of the multitude of red irises in the building, their gazes burning with bloodlust.
Her dark gaze flickered over to the silver-haired male beside her, who looked just as alarmed.
The odd thing was no one else seemed able to hear it…
A chill licked up her spine once again, and her eyes instantly landed on a sort of hidden exit into a heavily-shadowed alleyway, through which two gorgeous men were leading her entranced companions.
Alex blindly grabbed for Dante, and she successfully latched onto what she though were fingers. She wrenched him forward as she shoved her way through the crowd and to the door.
The huntress only halted after she emerged into the humid evening air. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end, and both she and Dante grabbed for their swords reflexively.
Two figures surfaced from the darkness of the alley, their very red eyes gleaming eerily in the feeble moonlight.
Alex growled furiously as she drew Daithi with a sharp, foreboding ring. She hissed at the figures, her voice husky with rage, "I ought to hack you two to pieces here and now."
One of the figures straightened, a cynical chuckle rising into the summer air, "If you do that, you will not find your two companions alive. You shall follow us to The Circle."
Blithe smiles overtook their pale faces, and they lurched forward toward a strange cavity in a wall.
The opening led into a path that led to a crumbling, abandoned edifice.
The sharp, metallic smell of blood wracked Alex's nose when they emerged into the dark building. A few small candles lit the center of the area, where a group of cloaked figures stood around a bloody pentagram.
Looks like they walked into a summoning.
Alex's sharp eyes caught sight of Sid, who was lying in a pool of dark liquid staring blankly into space.
She inhaled sharply and dashed to the profusely bleeding female, Dante close on her heels.
A foreign voice rang out in the deadly quiet room. "Welcome, Son of Sparda and Daughter of Cillian."
Alex realized the accent was Russian. The woman who had called her…
Sid stirred faintly and stared up at Alex, her eyes momentarily flickering with recognition. She quietly called to the huntress, her voice hardly more than a whisper, "Alex?"
A wild whimper sounded throughout the room, and a shout followed, "ALEX!" She was located at the spirit point of the pentagram, bound and utterly terrified.
Lily.
A low, animal growl erupted deep within Alex's throat, and the pendant chained to her neck began to heat up. "What in the hell do you want with my sister?"
A sweet, hollow giggle came from the woman, "We need her... She has been chosen to become a sacrifice."
Those last words chilled Alex.
With a flourish, her arms were raised high above her head as she addressed the other members of the cult. "Brethren! We all know that our last few attempts to call our goddess have failed. Few have what it takes to be chosen by our beloved deity."
She paused to remove an ancient tome from her large sleeves, and she opened it to a marked page. "Let us now summon her to this place!"
The congregation broke into guttural hisses, and a pocket of impenetrable darkness appeared in the center. The air became oppressive with evil energy.
Alex's head lowered, her bangs covering her eyes. "Dante?"
His cerulean eyes flickered from the clamor in front of them to the huntress, "Yeah?"
"Make sure to stop me if I lose control."
Dante chuckled quietly, "Plan on losing control, babe?"
She gazed at him through her bangs, a glow of orange already underlying the black. "Hell, yes."
She smoothly and swiftly drew one of her nine-millimeters as a wild cackle exploded from the dark cloud, and she adroitly shot one of the cult members in the head.
As the corpse crumbled to the filthy floor, Alex appeared in his or her place, her eyes already glowing an unnatural shade of orange.
The shreds of dark materialized into the form of a woman, her naked body floating gently to the ground. Her long, raven locks fell around her shoulders as her vermillion gaze fell hungrily on Lily.
"Ah, my food. How nice." Her head whipped around to stare at Alex. "And my challenge! Excellent."
An angry smile twitched on Alex's lips, "I'm your challenge alright."
A sneer-like grin appeared on the demoness' face, her eyes narrowing into slivers of vermillion.
She quickly brought up a pale, slender arm, and the shrouded figures gasped as bright spheres light left their chests, each dead member collapsing to the floor.
She sauntered toward Lily's bound form and roughly grabbed her chin. "Now what to do about this little poppet?"
Fat tears glided silently over Lily's as the she-demon's long, black nail raked into her skin, leaving behind a long, heavily weeping gash.
The demoness' smug grin broadened substantially, her face appearing to nearly crack in half. "Shall I devour her soul now?"
White-hot anger ripped violently through Alex's gut, causing her fists to tighten so much that she heard her bones creak from the force.
'Let go…Release me!' a rasp female voice in the recesses of her mind whispered desperately, straining with crazed eagerness.
She slowly paced forward, shoulders squared into a predator-like stance as she came into closer contact with the evil creature in front of her. "I have a deal for you," she began in a low, hoarse growl, her voice melding with the malevolent being that haunted her conscious.
The demoness' head cocked to the side, an amused sort of curiousness surfacing in her bloody gaze. "And what should that be, half-breed?"
Alex's lips curled into a snarl at the insult, revealing quickly budding canines, but she continued with her covenant, "If you release my sister, I will battle you. If you win, you can have my soul instead."
Lily thrashed wildly in the other woman's grip, "Alex, no!—"
"Don't even think about changing my mind, Lily," she muttered harshly, drawing Daithi from its sheath on her back.
The demoness licked her lips thoughtfully as her stare clearly sized Alex up. With a few moments of thought, she released her rough grasp on Lily. "Yes, your soul would be much more satisfying…So, shall we begin with proper introductions?"
Alex glanced back at the unusually silent half-devil behind her, "Dante, get them to safety."
He smirked, gently picked up Sid, and appeared beside Lily, whom he snatched up quickly. With a flash of energy, he disappeared again.
The demoness chuckled wildly, her pallid figure hovering high into the ceiling. "I am Lyubov, the Soul Stealer!"
Her form transformed into a strange demonic bird, its decaying body consumed by dancing green flames. She gave a horrible, howling cry, and she dove toward Alex.
Alex merely smirked, "I'm Alex, the bitch who's about to make you PAY!!"
The crystal around her neck shattered entirely, and Alex screeched demonically as black marks encased her body. Energy flooded from her being, the air screaming from its sheer weight.
Lyubov's razor-sharp claw attack was instantly stopped by the cutting edge of the newly-transformed Daithi, its blade humming and throbbing with energy.
The large, hideous bird shrieked in absolute surprise. "You! You're —"
Orange eyes stared coolly at her, a smirk adorning her coal-colored lips, "One of the seven abominations, just like you? But then again, Master never favored you as much as me…"
She wailed terribly, her ghastly body thrashing about in the air wildly, "You lie! How dare you!"
A blazing sphere of violet energy flared in the deep gray fingers of the infernal creature that had possessed Alex's body. Her smoldering eyes grew wide with excitement, a wicked grin dominating her face. "Then why did Master leave you to rot away in Hell?"
Lyubov screeched and swooped in low for another attack, but the demoness hurled the energy, striking Lyubov squarely in the chest cavity.
Her flight instantly halted, and her dolorous screams shook the building as she crashed into the pavement, her momentum giving birth to an enormous crater.
Blood rushed from multiple lacerations carved into Lyubov's skin as she slowly crawled from the crater, appearing to be something the cat dragged in. The most noticeable and alarming of the wounds was the one in her chest. The gaping wound gushed blood and pieces of bone, and her heart was nearly disintegrated. Nonetheless, muscle, bone, and skin weaved back together to restore the weakened demon some of her strength.
Lyubov snickered weakly, raising her now crimson arm. The shape of her arm flowed like water and molded into the shape of a large broadsword. "Let us end this. Prepare to die!"
The other demoness' lips curled into an amused sneer. "You think that you can defeat me, Flann, the seventh and final abomination, the Beginning of the End? Just for that insult, you're dead."
The two clashed with a great clamor, the air seemingly shredding around them. They hacked and sliced viciously, Flann's swift and deadly strikes beating into Lyubov much faster than she could wield her heavy blade.
She opted to change her strategy, and her broadsword transformed into an okatana. Lyubov's blows became much quicker, and soon she was able to parry Flann's constant battering.
The battle ensued for a while longer with no clear champion.
Flann's short fuse was quickly burning away into nothing, her anger rapidly becoming a ticking time bomb. With a great, furious cry and a fierce thrust into Lyubov's wrist, she severed her hand from her forearm.
Lyubov's instant reaction to her pain allowed Flann to shove Daithi into Lyubov's damaged chest, causing Lyubov to buckle.
Two shadow doppelgangers rose from the darkness of the building and plunged their dark blades into Lyubov's torso, causing her to cry out feebly in pain.
She shuddered greatly, hacking up large amounts of red liquid. Lyubov slumped on the floor, defeated. "You have conquered me. Take my soul and use it as a vessel of destruction."
She closed her eyes and became still. With a bright flash of light, her corpse transformed into the shape of a dark, supple cloak covered in intricate swirls and symbols. A shape-shifting cloak, one that evolved at its user will, transforming into any manner of things and gifting the user with the abilities of the object.
Flann snatched it as it floated gently in the air, a smug smirk adorning her lips. "That was just too easy…"
She snarled as she sensed a familiar presence lurking in the shadows. Him. The one that her stupid container seemed to adore. Ugh, it sickened her to no end. How she wished she could rip his face off. Her Master also despised him, which made it worse. And he was the horrid offspring of a long time rival…
"Hey, Alex, why don't you come back?" he called quietly.
"Shut up, fool," she spat, "She is not coming back. I will not allow her. Her body was given to me to be a vessel, so I may come back and once again wreak havoc on this idiotic world."
He chuckled arrogantly, "I don't ever remember her telling me that…"
Flann mentally fought against the soul that battered our violently in her subconscious, screaming her protest. 'Let. Me. Out!!'
Her muscles screamed with agony as Alex began to exert her control once again, her conscious forcefully being repressed.
She screeched angrily, claws tearing at her temples and cheeks. "NO! This is my body now!"
The dark possessor collapsed on her knees, hands clutching her head.
She growled at her container's smug sense of contentment. Her shoulders bunched up as Alex's force grew on her.
She saw boots smoothly make their way to her, and slightly calloused fingers gently gripped her chin.
His hands gently turned her face up to face him, his eyes burning with determination and his lips in a cocky smile. "Alex's still there; I can see it in your eyes."
Those last words were all it took for Alex to complete overwhelm the creature that possessed her, and she gasped as she was locked away into her subconscious prison.
Alex slumped into Dante's hands, panting heavily.
"I think that's the first time you've called me Alex without me having to force you," she wheezed, laughing weakly.
She passed out in his arms, exhausted.
Alex woke up on someone's strong back.
'What about Lily and Sid?'
She gasped worriedly and instantly perked up to look around. Her head was instantly wracked with dizziness. She clutched her forehead.
Dante's blue eyes glanced back at her, "You okay, babe?"
She noticed Sid lying quietly in his arms, konked out. Lily was firmly attached to his arm like a leech, gray eyes wide with fear.
"Lily," she murmured, and her sister instantly grabbed her left hand.
She smiled lightly and laid her head back on Dante's shoulder.
"Hey, Dante," she whispered.
The half-devil glanced back wordlessly.
"Thanks for bringing me back to the world of the living…" A sarcastic little smile twitched one the corner of her lips.
He smirked slightly, "Sure."
A mischievous thought entered her brain, one that was guaranteed to baffle Dante.
"Dante."
He looked back again, and she placed a small kiss on the side of his cheek.
He grinned goofily, his thought writing itself on his visage.
"No, Dante, this does not mean I will make out with you later."
He huffed sadly and turned his head back around.
She snickered and placed her chin in the crook of his neck.
The world once again went black.
Okay! Here it is. I have figured out I cannot write fight scenes to save my life. XDD
!!Important Message!!— Okay, I am going to discontinue writing up this story at the moment. I'll come back…eventually. I have school and band and football games and other things, and my poor brain is so fried that I can hardly function. I can't write fanfiction for you guys like I want to…
I'LL BE BACK. I PROMISE.
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