Hello everyone! First of all, many thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far, along with those of you who have added this series to your favourites or are currently following it. I am pleased that you're enjoying this humour and fluff filled ride as much as I am.

Originally, I intended to stop at 25 chapters; however, that is no longer in the cards. I have up to chapter 40 planned, so this is going to go on until at least then (heck, it might wind up longer, by then!)

Anyway, this chapter focuses on Dante and Trish, in the heat of battle during a pleasant Spring night. I hope it's to your liking, and as always, please feel free to review with any and all of your thoughts. :)

Disclaimer:I do not own Devil May Cry, or the characters. They are the property of Capcom; I am merely borrowing them for entertainment purposes, and I make absolutely no profit off of this.

Night

Dante's eyes swept the area, starting with the statue of his father on horseback erected in the middle of the park, and landing on the rod iron gates that led into the cemetery opposite. His vision was every bit as clear at night as it was during the day; a fact that came in handy, considering how often he had to hunt his quarry under the cover of darkness.

He saw the voluptuous blonde stirring beside him, her finger twitching on the trigger of Ombra, her left-handed pistol. The slightly lighter twin pistol, Luce, sat holstered on her right hip, her right hand extended as it crackled with electrical energy.

The half devil fought back a grin; it seemed Trish was just as starved for battle as he was. And who could blame her? It had been weeks since either of them had seen any real action; they had taken out more than their fair share of lower class demons, and having done so quickly, neither one had quite gotten their fill.

But now, some idiotic, power hungry human had gone out of his way to summon powers beyond his control-again. Not that Dante was complaining, of course; he and Trish needed a good work out. His only concern was that no innocents should fall victim to the devil that was currently on the loose.

Once we take care of this, I'm going to have to pay a particular someone a visit…Dante thought to himself, his hand going to the hilt of his most trusted blade, Rebellion. As a general rule, he never killed humans; but, he did teach them some very tough lessons, when required. Pulling the claymore from his back in a fluid motion, he held it in front of him, the pale moonlight gleaming off of the silver blade.

"There." Trish said sharply, taking aim with Ombra. Dante followed her gaze, deep into the wooded area that bordered the cemetery. There was a flash of green, followed by the sound of trees falling, the sharp crack of their boughs unmistakable.

"Alright, let's take this bastard out." Dante raced forward, and jumped into the air. Bringing Rebellion down, he made contact with a large, scaly forearm. A deep, gurgling cry came from beneath him, as the blade bit into the demon's flesh. Blood spurted from the wound, and Dante performed a backward flip, narrowly escaping the massive claw of the demon's good arm. He rebounded off of a large tree trunk, and performed a flip off of a low branch, his leather coat billowing around him.

Blue lightning sizzled through the air, striking the deep brown devil full in the face. Landing gracefully on his feet, Dante got a better look at the demon. Its head was disproportionately large compared to its body, covered with many horns and armoured spikes. The snout was long, complete with sharp bottom teeth that overlapped the upper lip. The upper torso was broad, the chest looking as though it was inflated. It tapered at the waist, the lower half of the torso considerably scrawny. The devil hunter shook his head in wonder; how the heck did the demon support its weight on such spindly legs?

He didn't have time to ponder it, however, as the beast's massive claw struck out at him again, its red eyes flashing dangerously as it let out an enraged snarl.

Trish unleashed another lightning attack on it, and peppered it with a spray of bullets as she landed next to Dante. The demon recoiled from the stinging lead, its gaze landing on the blonde she-devil, teeth bared with malice.

"Are you going to stand there all day admiring it, or are you going to do your job?" Trish's blue-green eyes met Dante's, her bright red lips pulling into a coy smile.

The half devil snorted, as he and the demoness jumped off to the side; their quarry released a sonic blast from his gaping mouth, a beam of green light obliterating the cobblestones where they had just been standing.

Dante performed a downward thrust, Rebellion piercing the demon's right shoulder, severing the limb cleanly from the socket. The arm flopped onto the ground, the elongated fingers twitching despite the arm no longer being attached to its host.

The demon let out a bloodcurdling roar, complete with a demonic curse that caused the devil hunter to laugh out loud.

"That's some crude language you've got there!" Wasting no time, he hacked and slashed, thick rivulets of blood spraying every which way, and trickling down his cheek.

The demon made to snap at Dante with its massive jaws, the half devil evading the attack easily as he leapt to the side. Grabbing Ivory from his right hip, he rapidly pulled the trigger, barely noticing the recoil as the night was lit up with gunfire.

Trish landed beside him, wielding both of her pistols now. Infusing them with her demonic energy, she shadowed Dante, her fingers lightning fast on the triggers. The blonde whipped around, dodging the demon's remaining arm; Dante decided to strike at that moment, slashing upward with his blade, relieving the demon of his left arm, the savaged devil letting out another agonized roar.

Giving the creature absolutely no quarter, Trish unloaded another furious spray of bullets, Dante doing the same with Ivory as he secured Rebellion to his back with a flourish. Swivelling on the toe of his boot, he grabbed Ebony from his left hip, his forefinger caressing the trigger.

Don't want her to get jealous now, after all. He smirked. To him, his pistols were a fine pair of ladies…and as such, he couldn't favour one over the other. Crossing the black and silver pistols at the wrist, he jumped into the air, the sound of their voices music to his ears as their bullets penetrated multiple points of the demon's body.

With a last blast of Trish's lightning, the demon let out a strangled cry, gurgling as it slumped onto the hard dirt. Blood pooled all around its carcass, the flesh beginning to pucker as it smoldered. Within mere seconds, all that remained was a pile of dust.

"Well, that was disappointing." Dante remarked, twirling both pistols around his index fingers before holstering them.

"Agreed," Trish replied, running a hand through her long blonde hair, "though he certainly was more fun than what we've had for the past three weeks, or so."

"I can't argue with that." Dante ran his tongue along the edge of one of his canine teeth, his nostrils flaring from the heady scent of blood permeating the air. His ice blue eyes deepened to cobalt, his battle lust fading as he took a deep breath. A cool breeze wafted through his hair, ruffling the collar of the black shirt he wore beneath his coat.

The devil hunter looked up at the night sky, his eyes lingering on the fullness of the moon overhead. An iridescent ring of light surrounded the silver orb, reflecting off of the clouds that lazily drifted by. Though the city lights obscured most of them, Dante could still make out several of the stars, his eyes drifting over the constellations of Cassiopeia and Ursa Minor.

Trish stood silently beside him; he knew the she-devil enjoyed the calm of night as much he did, as her eyes became heavy lidded, and she breathed in the scent of spring.

The world was such a different place at night, so much more alive, in some ways, than during the day. Everything seemed sharper, more vivid; Dante's eyes took in details that he otherwise would have overlooked during the day; his senses heightened for every sight, smell, or sound, for the caress of the wind against his flesh.

Inhaling deeply, he turned on his heel. Trish trailed behind him, needing no prompting. The two walked in companionable silence, ignoring the stares of the few people who wandered about at this time of night.

Reaching the double doors of the Devil May Cry building, Dante pulled the right door open, ceremoniously gesturing for Trish to enter with his free hand. She smiled at him, brushing his shoulder with the tips of her fingers as she strode passed him.

Grinning, Dante cast one last look at the moon, and with renewed vigor, crossed the threshold, knowing all too well the promise the demoness' light touch held.

Punishing that idiot human will just have to wait…