Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry. It belongs to Capcom and its other respective owners.
Rating: PG-17. Some very foul language.
A/N: Enjoy my craptastic-ness! ;D
Alex stood in the middle of an ancient stone room. Runes and glyphs danced and snaked all over the walls, giving the room an ethereal glow. A tall, handsome man emerged from the shadows, his golden eyes twinkling with admiration as he spotted her. His fiery hair almost seemed to flow around his slim, pale face in a wild, untamed halo. His lips split into a face-breaking, jack-'o-lantern grin.
"Well, I knew there were supposed to be beautiful women in Cillian's bloodline, but wow!" he swooned, pink cutely staining his cheeks.
He circled her, his strangely colored eyes greedily soaking in Alex's…assets. Her eyebrow twitched noticeably as he moved closer, his hand reaching out to touch her lips.
In an instant, her fist collided with his nose, and the strength of her punch forced him into the wall twenty feet away.
The male stirred sluggishly in the large, gaping crater, his quiet moans reaching Alex's acute ears, which caused her to smirk in satisfaction. He groaned as he rose from the rubble, hand clasped over his nose. "Okay, I get it! No hitting on you!"
Her smirk only grew wider, amused by the slight irony of it. "Really, genius? What gave it away?"
His eyes narrowed irritably. "Har, har. Actually, I didn't come here for you to beat the crap out of me."
She sighed tiredly. Man, she really wanted to take a shower right now. "Then exactly what did you come here for?"
His nose had healed quickly for some odd reason, and he dusted the grime off of his cloth armor outfit. "To introduce myself, of course."
Alex's smirk faded away into a puzzled frown, her eyebrows furrowing into bewilderment.
The strange male's countenance transformed into a look of utter shock. "How could you not know who I am?? YOUR OWN DEVIL ARM, WOMAN!!!!" His arms flailed around violently before he slapped his hands over his face, clearly fake sobs roaring through his throat. "It's an absolute disgrace!"
Her frown grew. Geez. He was more obnoxious than Dante. And that was saying something. 'Then again, who is he? Devil Arm…? OH.' "…Daithi?"
Daithi abruptly uncovered his face, his eyes gleaming with absolute joy and his face in a grin. "You know me!!" He lunged for her, arms outstretched.
SMACK
At this rate, he was going to be well acquainted with those walls…
"Alright, I get it! No hugging you, either!" came the muffled yell.
She smirked and crossed her arms, triumphant once again.
He peeled his face from the wall and popped his neck joints back into place. He glanced at her, his eyes dulled by his pouty, hurt look. "Another thing. I came to warn you."
"About what?"
"As you know, there are seven abominations that Cillian created. I was one, but let's just say I was the problem child. Lonan is one, as well as , whom you defeated. Your possessor, Flann, is one as well. She was the most notorious out of all of us by far. If you don't hurry up and learn how to control her, or otherwise destroy her, she will take you over. Then, she and Cillian will overrun the portal and release Mundus. Even though that son of Sparda defeated him and left him practically powerless, he still has enough left to do some lethal damage. Cillian will also loan him as much of his power as he can spare, which will make him even more dangerous."
Alex nodded, her brain slowly digesting the information. One piece in particular stuck out the most. "…You said something about destroying her?"
Daithi's unruly locks bobbed as he nodded. "Yes, to destroy her, you need to locate her Sphere. That's what gives us life. That's how you destroyed Lyubov. Her Sphere was in her chest, and that energy blast destroyed more than enough of it to be unable to sustain her. Mine is right here." He placed his hand just below where his belly button was located.
Alex blinked a few times as she soaked up more of the information. "Wait…how did you know I killed Lyubov that way?" She glared at him suspiciously. "You better have not somehow probed my brain…"
He smirked at her comment. "Remember? I was there." He looked away from her and stared at the wall, his eyebrows lowering as he concentrated. "The only thing is, Cillian would have made it very difficult to locate Flann's Sphere. He probably placed it somewhere that could kill you when he did that horrible thing to your mother…"
Alex grimaced at the thought. "Anyway, how could he do that? Place it where he needs to when I'm little less than an embryo at the moment?"
"He knows how to lace DNA how he wants to. It's very dark magic, though. A part of alchemy that is even forbidden to high-level devils."
Alex's eyebrow rose, skeptic at one word. "Alchemy?"
His golden eyes flickered toward her, "It's the Devil's science, of course."
She pinched the bridge of her nose. "Duh…"
The corners of his mouth rose at her comment. "Also, you need to talk to it to your master. He needs to teach you a few more things."
Alex rolled her eyes. "Like what? He's even told me I've learned all I could from him battle wise."
He smirked and tapped his temple. "Exactly. Battle wise, woman. He's got a lot of knowledge packed into that brain of his."
She heaved a large, burdened sigh. "…Why does this sound like a plot out of a really bad fan fiction?"
Daithi coughed pointedly, "Because it is…"
"What?"
He quickly grinned and giggled nervously, realizing his huge mistake and nearly getting himself killed by yours truly. "ANYWAY! Just go to him. He's still has quite a few tricks up his sleeve."
He stood up and grinned wolfishly at Alex. "So…I'll be keeping in touch!"
His palm collided with her forehead, and she shot into a very bright light, shouting in anger and surprise.
Alex remembered waking up on a cushy surface in mid-shout, her eyes shooting open wide in fury. She shot up from her position on the something, and pain grappled at her forehead.
She clasped her hand on her throbbing head, swearing viciously as she did. "That stupid fucking bastard! I'm going to fucking destroy him!"
The furious huntress suddenly noticed the two rather surprised males that seemed to have been previously glaring daggers at each other.
"If I told you," she growled threateningly, "I would have to kill you. And don't doubt it, either."
She abruptly stood up and stalked off to the back, leaving the sons of Sparda to contend with each other once again.
Vergil stared at his brother for a silent second. "…You know, Dante, all these years I thought Lady always had the most formidable temper. It seems, though, my opinion must be changed."
Dante grinned suggestively. "It's sexy, ain't it?"
One thin brow rose on Vergil's statue-perfect face, his lips pressing into a thin line. "You never change, do you?"
His younger twin smirked challengingly. "What's wrong with the way I act?"
The elder merely stared at him. "It's rather distasteful."
Dante smirked at his brother. "So says the Ice Queen."
Vergil sighed and closed his eyes in irritation. "Do tell, dear brother, how I am an ice queen?"
His smirked grew into an impish grin. "Let's see…You brood like an emo kid…You act like an asshole to everybody and everything…and you give us all the cold shoulder, Dr. Freeze… Did I mention you also walk like you have a stick up your ass?"
Vergil glared viciously at his oh-so-behated brother. "Would you like me to shove a sword up yours?"
Dante's face nearly cracked in half as his grin grew. "Bring it, bro!"
Hot water slid down Alex's back, instantly relaxing her back and shoulders. She groaned in absolute euphoria. Man, did that feel nice after being in a hell of a lot of pain.
Alex rinsed away the suds in her long hair and allowed the flow of water to further melt away her weariness. Begrudgingly, she turned of the water and grabbed her towel. After she scrubbed herself free of excess water, wrapped the towel around her body and tucked the corner in near her armpit.
And then it happened.
A tremor of strong energies collided in the air around her, warping the atmosphere fiercely and seemingly knotted it into a mass of barely breathable air. A great clash followed, the ringing of swords, and loud enough to overload Alex's sensitive hearing and cause her jaw to throb violently.
A deep growl surfaced from deep in her throat, and her fists clenched. Her eyes flickered a strange shade of orange. "If I'll be damned…"
Her figure exploded into a intense accumulation of energy and shadows, furthering warping the air.
Dante and Vergil expected their swords to clash again, but they were somehow prevented by an implosion of black and violent.
The haze of energy materialized into a humanoid shape, revealing Alex. Her hands were stained by crimson, the edges of their two blades biting deeply into her flesh.
"Let's get one thing straight, boys…" She glared at them in turn, Dante to Vergil, with so much venom that their brains froze mid-thought. "This isn't going to be happening again. Because if it does, Death won't be able to help you because I'll resurrect you several times and torture you. And I'll make sure to make it ten times worse than Hell."
It was silent for several minutes, the brothers contemplating whether completing their battle would even be worth thinking about.
Dante's suddenly processed what Alex was wearing. That one little towel finally revealed to him the beauty of Alex's form. She was rather busty, with slim arms and a slim waist, and long, shapely legs. Now, if she'd only take of the towel off…then everything would be complete.
"Dante, if you keep thinking what I can practically guarantee your thinking about, I will shove Rebellion so far into your face, you'll be able to see who made it."
He grinned. "Yes, ma'am!"
She scowled fiercely, released her fierce grip on their swords, and skulked off once again.
Dante snickered as he plunked into his desk chair and propped his feet up.
Vergil gazed quietly at his brother as he sat in chair several yards away, slightly miffed by his first time of being so vehemently threatened by a female. (Most women just give him one look and run away, which was the way he preferred it. But, no, not this one.)
"You know, Dante, those creatures you love so much will one day kill you."
Dante chuckled, "Being killed by a bunch hot women doesn't sound like a half-bad death, actually."
Vergil just sighed and commenced glaring holes into the ceiling.
A few minutes later, Alex reappeared from the back, fully dressed in gray cargo pants, a plum thermal top, and High Tops.
Dante glanced up from his weapons magazine, his interest piqued. "Hey, where are you going?"
She sighed, grabbed her car keys and gun belt, and strapped on her guns. "To the see the old man."
Dante nodded in understanding and looked down at his magazine again. Alex glanced irritably at the mess that lay scattered across the recently polished floors. (She had just cleaned that room, damn it!)
The late-afternoon air rushed into the building as Alex yanked open the old double-doors. "Oh, and would you guys mind cleaning up in here while I'm gone?"
Translation: You guys better clean up while I'm gone.
Dante's cerulean eyes never left his magazine. "Yeah, sure. Whatever."
She passed through the doors and closed them, vanishing from sight once more.
Vergil's eyes burned through Dante's skull. "Did you just hear what she said?"
Dante glanced up at his brother and grinned. "Nope!"
May the Lord have mercy on Dante's soul.
Alex finally arrived at her master's old, secluded little bungalow. Her master was already waiting outside his door for her, a smile creasing his wise face.
She quickly scrambled from her car's interior and greeted her long-time teacher and friend with a quick hug and a happy grin.
Her tutor's storm gray eyes glittered with amusement. "So, I'm guessing you finally met Daithi."
Alex snorted. "Ha. Meet isn't exactly the word."
Her master ushered her inside with a chuckle. "I can only imagine. Now come. There is much to be revealed and discussed."
As she stepped into the building's interior, her tutor set about pushing furniture off of his large antique area rug that lay in the middle of his living room.
The huntress eyebrows furrowed in recognition. "Something about that rug always made my skin crawl…"
Dragomir clasped one of the threadbare rug's edges with his long, thin fingers. "Really, now? Well, I'm afraid that sensation is about to get ten times worse."
She gasped when he ripped the rug from its place on the floor, revealing many strange symbols and designs. A fierce wave of fiery tingles lashed over her skin and sunk quickly into her blood. Her body felt like a raging inferno.
He stared at the incoherent female, jaw clenched, body hunched, and eyes blazing orange. "I'm sorry, dear. Those are wards to prevent demons from entering because, if they ever got their hands on some of this, the entire world would be in get danger. Since your half-human, it will allow you to enter, but not without some difficulty first."
And somehow, there she was, dragging her feet across the barrier, pain viciously clawing at her and her breath labored. She sucked in a grateful breath as Dragomir cast the iron-and-salt-coated trap doors open.
They descended into the deep darkness, and occasional lanterns would ignite themselves as they passed to brighten their passage. A stale, leathery smell wafted into Alex's receptive nose, which caused her nose to wrinkle up at the unfamiliar smell.
Two massive lanterns burst into flames as they entered a corridor, revealing a lengthy, thin room and a towering ceiling. It almost gave off the feeling of warped space.
"Alright, Alexandra. Welcome to The Nowhere. You're going to find some things in here that are very useful."
Her eyes traveled over the boundless shelves of ancient tomes that inhabited the strange room. "…Why is it called The Nowhere?"
Dragomir smirked at her. "We're in the middle of two dimensions. Warp space, in other words."
She nodded, impressed, and continued to glance around the massive amounts of knowledge.
Her teacher closed his eyes and whispered something to himself. An odd sensation drifted over Alex as he did this, and she watched closely as he randomly chose a large, crimson volume from a shelf about eight yards away from her.
He strode toward her quickly, his eyes gleaming with seriousness. "Alexandra, this book is going to be your new best friend. If you wish to contend with your father on the battlefield, you are going to need to study this as much as you possibly can. And find some guinea pigs. Dante should do the trick."
Alex smirked sinisterly, her brain calculating many sadistic exercises that she could inflict on the other half-devil.
Dragomir stared at the conniving female, rapidly becoming rather disturbed. "Pretend I just didn't say that."
A dark chuckle slithered from Alex's lips as she took the volume from her master. She fingered the embossed designs that erratically littered the cover, contemplating the contents behind the cover.
Abruptly, Alex's back pocket erupted into vibrations, and she leapt into the air with a yelp.
She yanked it out of her pocket irritably, muttering. "Oh, yeah. I can't get the damn stupid thing to get service in some places, but it gets some in between mother-fucking dimensions?? Perfect!!"
Her master sighed at her terrible use of the English language. It was enough to make a sailor blush profusely.
"Hello??" she answered irately, scowl scrawled onto her face.
"Hi," answered the smooth, feminine voice of Trish, "It seems we have a mission large enough that requires all of us."
Alex's interest in the tedious phone call grew. "Oh, really? Where at?"
"In a growing city named Acantha, about a six hours' drive from here. That place has always been crawling with demon activity. We're being called back, it seems. And we're leaving in about forty-five minutes."
Alex's eyes widened. "What?!"
"Please do not blame it on me. Dante's ready "to rock," as he says."
"…His ass is mine."
Alex could feel Trish's smirk over the line. "Looking forward to it. See you then."
"Yeah, see you." She shut her phone closed.
"A small detour?"
Alex heaved a sigh. "Yep. Mind me visiting sometime later?"
Dragomir smiled warmly at his prized pupil and pat her on the shoulder. "Not at all."
Quickly after the phone call, they paced back up to the surface and bade each other goodbye.
Alex waved at her master and started up her car.
Another mission.
How lovely.
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