Disclaimer: I do not own either Devil May Cry or Final Fantasy 7

Warning: May contain spoilers for DMC3, FF AC, and FF VII

Hey guys! I'm finally finding time to write again yay! Sorry for keeping everyone waiting for so long. Anyways back to the action! This ones a little short but it sets the next chapter which will take me a bit to write cause I wanna do it well. Enjoy and review please!

Assassins From the Shadows

"We'll meet you guys back at the bar, what do you want us to get for dinner?" called out Yuffie from afar. With her stood Lady and Vincent, and all three of them looked tired and dirty.

"Whatever you feel like Yuffie!" Tifa answered waving her hand as she watched her friends disappear around a building.

It was close to nightfall and while most of the volunteer workers had already left Tifa was staying behind to inspect the area and write her her progress report. One day hadn't even been enough to clear out the debris and mess left behind by the battle left alone. Now they would have to start rebuilding what was destroyed and fixing what had been broken.

"I guess we're the last ones huh?" Dante asked as he landed next to the martial artist. Tifa had sent him around to the other restoration sites to make sure everything was in order in other places, "Everyones basically cleared out everywhere else."

"You know you didn't have to stay behind. I'm a big girl, I can handle myself," Tifa said as she flexed her right arm to emphasize her point.

"Call me old fashioned, but I'm not one to let a woman walk home alone," Dante looked away and scratched the back of his head, looking a bit embarrassed.

Tifa smiled inwardly and thought to herself At least he's a gentleman...and he doesn't look half ba- What the hell am I thinking?! I'm in love with...Cloud...

"Tifa?"

"Huh?"

"You alright?" Dante asked with a confused look on his face, "Your...uh...kinda blushing."

"Oh!" the brown haired bartender squeaked as she turned her back to the other, obviously her turn to be embarrassed, "I'm...uh...was just...thinking...I'm done let's go!!"

She started to walk but was stopped in her tracks as Dante grabbed her shoulder and and turned her around.

"You know the bar's the other way," he said with an even more confused look on his face.

"Right, right!" Tifa remarked sheepishly, "I..forgot..."

How...do you forget where your own house is... Dante thought in his head

How the hell do you forget where you live?! I must sound so stupid right now! Tifa scolded herself in hers.

Tifa rushed by the perplexed demon hybrid and started gathering her belongings. Dante could only close his eyes and shake his head with a grin as the made ready to leave.

xXx

I didn't expect him to be with someone...No matter, I'll deal with the woman as well Magnus mused as he watched the pair leave the now darkened city center. He would have to take the woman out first, fighting a Son of Sparda alone was difficult enough without having any outside factors getting in the way.

The veteran Rift Walker crouched in the shadows of one of the ruined office buildings overlooking the square. He almost didn't notice the sudden change in temperature and the concealed energy presence. With a blink of an eye he swiveled around, his sword already unsheathed and in a fighting stance.

"And here I thought I had snuck up on you," a voice came from what looked like utter blackness. It seemed as if two people talked simultaneously, in perfect unison, "It seems I picked the right insect for this task."

Out of the darkness came what was once a Son of Sparda. He was garbed in a deep blue coat with silver decorated shoulderpads. He wore a similar shade of blue pants and his boots remained black. Around his waist hung Masamune on his right and Yamato on the left. His hair seemed longer but was still pushed back in the same manner. But most prominent were the two midnight angel wings protruding from his shoulder blades.

"My lord," Magnus forced out as he reluctantly knelt down one knee.

"My...brother," Vergil said, somewhat with difficulty, "Is someone that should not be underestimated."

"I can handle him my lord," replied Magnus without looking up.

"No," Vergil now said without emotion, his newfound Sephiroth side taking over, "You can't. That is why I have a present for you."

Raising his left hand, he snapped his fingers together and four figures materialized out of the shadows. Magnus immediately recognized the figures of normal Hell Sloths...and yet...they were far from normal...Their entire visages were shrouded in an elongated hood and a pure aura of evil and hate surrounded their bodies. They were completely silent, their scythes looking more menacing then ever resting on their shoulders. What Magnus noticed the most, though, were the chains around each of their wrists and ankles and the protruding spikes jutting from their backs.

"These," Vergil announced motioning to the four, "are my creations. They are your Slayers, each obedient to the death and imbued with a portion of my power. Use them to rip Dante's heart out!"

"As you wish my lord," Magnus said standing up and bowing graciously.

"...But remember Rift Walker," Vergil's voice dropped down the deathly tone only true killers used, "His life...is mine to take..."

And with that he stepped back into the shadows and was gone...

Magnus stood straight and inspected the Slayers. Just as he thought, each bore hatred and contempt deep down in the core of their beings.

What abominations have you created Vergil...

When the time comes...I shall strike you down...But for now...It seems your brother will suffice

"Come my Slayers," Magnus commanded and the four rose in utter obedience, "We have a trap to set..."