Hello, one and all! I'm back to give all of you another chapter of this great fic. I don't have much to say this time so let's get to some Q&A
Lightblade1121: Sorry man, I did put a big heads up. I'm just keeping this ball rolling.
Zero (Guest): Yes Devil May Cry 5 will still happen. And No, I mean I say the best thing is Loona sees Dante like a Rockstar if anything. I'm sure somebody after this will want to write a fic with Dante and Loona and or other Hazbin/ Helluva Boss members. *Looks at the Audience.*
GodzillaMaster: Vaggie is aware of Charlie's crush on the Demon Hunter, but yeah it could complicate things in the future. But she also knows Charlie's in good hands, protective wise.
Sm0keyPanda & Alexander135: No worries about that. And No flipping my tables.
Pirohiko-Baltazar: Again, Great Weapon Ideas. Who knows what Vaggie will do.
Uka Uka (Guest): Sorry No Lady, Trish, Nero here. And this is before 5 so V doesn't exist yet.
Anyway, let's dive right into Hell!
Mission 11: Red Hawk at Dawn
"We're back," Charlie announced as she had four boxes of pizza in her arms. "And we brought pizza!"
"Finally! I'm starving," Cruiser said as he put down the pool cue.
"Pizza again," Vaggie asked a little annoyed that the Demon Hunter's main food group was hard drinks, sweets, and pizza. "I swear if we get Hell Roaches because of him, I'm taking his next paycheck and giving it to Niffty for extermination," the moth grumbled, but grabbed a slice of pepperoni for herself.
"This time I got everyone more of a selection," Dante came in with four more boxes in his hand. "Got regular, deluxe, supreme, pineapple, meat lovers, vegetarian, cheese lover, and the Hellfire Spice Challenge."
"Hellfire Spice Challenge," Candy asked with a tilt of her head as she never heard of that exact pizza.
"They added some hot sauces within the tomato sauce as well as different hot peppers, spicy sausage, and even wasabi to make your mouth burn," the Demon Hunter told her.
"Wait just a damn second! You mean to tell me that a pizzeria added that green Japanese paste to pizza!? I don't know if I should be insulted or impressed," Angel said, surprised at the idea of the Hellfire Spice.
"Sounds like one of those masochist challenges that humans do up above and they end up down here," Salvia said as he cut up a slice. "Maybe we should all grab a slice and try it."
"Spicy food and I don't mix well," Summer frowned as she held her stomach.
"You had spicy tacos before," Dia commented.
"Yeah. But they weren't slathered in hot sauce and wasabi," Summer retorted.
"How bad can it be? I say let's do the challenge," Cruiser said as he expertly cut the pizza into many different slices with a switchblade he kept in his pocket. "Who wants to join?
"You know I'm in," Dante said as he took a slice.
"I'd be delighted to see how this combination tastes," Alastor grinned as he twirled his microphone, then picked up a slice.
"Eh, why the hell not? It's not like it can kill me or anything," Angel laughed as he too picked up a slice." Soon, everybody in the hotel grabbed one except for Summer. "Alright. On the count of three, we all take a bite," Angel said as he held up one of his multiple hands. "One… Two… Three!" Everyone then took a bite and tried the Hellfire Challenge. "Huh. Not bad. In fa-" Angel's sentence came to a stop as his entire mouth dried up and quickly burned his throat. "Christ on a fucking stick, it burns," Angel screamed. He soon began shouting in Italian as he ran for the bar for a drink. But after the first shot he downed, he only screamed louder.
As for the rest of the guests, Summer watched as her friends and the new arrivals all ran around like freshly decapitated chickens. Bullet was whining like a dog that was injured, Terry was grabbing at his throat, Candy was sweating up a storm, Salvia was literally spewing fire out of his mouth, Dia was coughing so hard that she was crying tears of pain, Applejack was yelling bloody murder, and Cruiser was frantically gripping his hair while screaming in pain. "See, this is another reason why I didn't want it," Summer said as she went to the kitchen to get ice and milk for everyone.
The hotel staff was faring better, but several of the employees were still in pain from the spicy heat. "Why would you get this," Vaggie shouted before she cursed in Spanish. "Madre de Dios, no puedo soportar este infierno!" (Mother of God, I can't take this Inferno!)
"It seemed fun at the time," Dante said, being the only one to speak normally, but he still had watering eyes and a burning face from the spicy pizza he kept eating.
"It's not that bad, actually," Charlie said as she helped herself to a second slice, apparently immune to the heat.
"A delicious dinner and an entertaining show," Alastor said with a chuckle as he enjoyed a slice of the meat lover's pizza with the others all screaming in agony with Niffty running around on the ceiling and Husker slamming his head into the bar counter. "That Hellfire Challenge definitely has a kick, but it's nothing compared to my mother's jambalaya. In fact, how about we have some tomorrow?"
"No!" Everyone besides Charlie and Dante exclaimed before Summer came back with a sheepish expression.
"Bad news, guys. We're out of milk," she said as the others screamed even more.
"This is torture," Angel exclaimed drinking anything from the bar, only making it worse. "Where can we get milk!?"
Immediately as he said that everyone turned and looked at Applejack. "What," the cow demon asked with her chest jiggling with everyone eyeing them.
"We are NOT treating her like an actual dairy cow, Angel," Vaggie told the spider.
"Fine. Terry has dibs on her then," Angel retorted before the burning pain in his throat kicked in again, making him curse in Italian.
"Me," Terry asked with a bright red face as he pointed to himself.
"At least you'll cool off first," Bullet said as he panting heavily on how hot his mouth feels right now.
Gulping, Terry proceeded to advance towards the cow demon. While he was slow in his approach, Summer came in with a giant smile on her face. "We still have ice cream! Dig in, gang!" Whether it was a blessing or not, the bull demon sighed with relief as he didn't want to milk another cow for his pleasure. Soon enough, he ran with the others as they were eating ice cream.
"So much better," Candy sighed as she rubbed her throat.
"I never thought I would be so glad to have ice cream," Dia said as she filled her mouth with more of the frozen dairy. "Dante, I could kiss you for your strawberry sundae addiction."
"It's not an addition," Dante remarked as he enjoyed his sundae and Niffty shoved an entire gallon of ice cream into her mouth.
"Oh, sweet relief," Vaggie moaned as she leaned against Charlie, who then plopped a strawberry into her girlfriend's mouth. "Thanks, Hun."
"Anytime," Charlie smiled. "Oh Dante, are you going to try a slice of pineapple pizza?"
"I am, just give me a second," Dante said as he finished up his sundae.
The Demon Hunter approached the box that contained the pineapple pizza and took a slice. As soon as he was ready to take a bite out of it, it was shot out from his hands.
"Son of Sparda, I'm calling you out," a voice shouted from outside the hotel.
Dante turned to the front entrance as he saw the glass to one of the front doors had a bullet hole in it. He turned around to where his pizza landed and saw it on the floor, mashed and torn. "Whoever this bastard is, he ruined my food," Dante said as he walked to the front door and saw the attacker.
The shooter was a hawk demon that had bright red and black feathers coming out of his body, a sharp beak with a scar traveling diagonally from his right eye, slit yellow eyes, and razor-sharp black talons on his hands and feet. His attire looked like something from a Clint Eastwood spaghetti western film with the cowboy hat, boots, brown poncho with Native American designs on it, and the pants he wore. Along with his western look, the hawk wore several belts with a large amount of ammunition, a pair of revolvers in a pair of holsters attached to his hips, an automatic rifle on his back, and even a shotgun.
"Sorry, I didn't order chicken," Dante said to the bird-like demon. "But, you shot my lunch. So either pay for that, or I decided to deep fry you and serve you in a bucket," he said as he put both of his hands on his twin pistols.
"Sounds scrumptious. I could give you a good recipe," Alastor remarked.
"Sorry, but I've been looking all over for you, Son of Sparda. The infamous Dante the Devil Killer. Slayer of demon hordes and now Lucifer's personal attack dog," the hawk demon commented as he had his talons by his hips, holding the handles of his revolvers.
"Is that what they're calling me now? I couldn't care less as long as the big man pays me," Dante shrugged at the comment. "Let me guess. You're here because the two remaining V's sent you?"
"I came here on my own accord," the hawk demon smirked as he tilted his hat upward. "You got two things I can get with your death. First, all of your fancy Devil Arms and weapons you collected throughout the years. The second being that with your head I can get to Overlord status."
"Sorry to disappoint you, but I like my collection and head where they are. Also, I don't feel like giving either to a talking turkey," Dante told him as he looked to see Alastor was behind him. "Don't you worry, Smiles. I got this. When I'm done, you can cook his goose."
"Don't worry my dear boy, I wouldn't dare interfere. I just came up to watch a front-row seat of this spectacular show. But I'd love to see how I can prepare him for my lunch tomorrow if you don't turn him into another toy to use," Alastor told the Demon Hunter as he stood at the front door.
"What's this about toys," Angel asked as he looked at Alastor and Dante from inside the hotel.
"Don't worry. I can't take on Dante the Devil Hunter and the Radio Demon at the same time. But just in case, I brought insurance," the hawk said as he snapped his talons together. Suddenly, a bullet flew by and struck the ground in front of Dante. After that, the Son of Sparda noticed a sniper rifle that looked much more dangerous than the one Dread used before. "I want this to be more of a fair fight with you, unlike with Dread. But fair warning, that gun my associate's using is enough to kill high-ranking demons. It would definitely affect even the legendary Sparda himself."
"So, you're playing it smart. But not smart enough, if you think you can scare me with that sniper," Dante remarked.
"I'll take my chances. After all, I would like to have another gun or two made by Nell Goldstein," the hawk smirked as he eyed the twin pistols from the Demon Hunter's holsters.
As soon as he heard what the bird said, Dante narrowed his eyes deeper and he remembered the name of the woman who was like a second mother to him. "So, you're him. You're Falco Redgrave," Dante said as he gave a narrow smirk at the demon, making the crowd inside wonder why he was acting this way. "I was going to kill you for shooting my pizza out of my hands, but now it just got personal." He said as he fired off two shots from his gun, grazing Falco's sleeve.
Flaco checked his sleeve to see that he was bleeding a little as he couldn't help but chuckle. "Looks like the mighty Dante has a heart. Do you know what was on her mind before I ended her pathetic life? She was thinking about how you reminded her of her son and wanted to say sorry for all those years."
"I know because she died in my arms," Dante said as he fired another shot. "Knowing I killed you off means she can rest better." Everyone inside the hotel heard everything and was surprised that Dante had a grudge against this specific demon.
"Let's see if your word holds up," Falco said as he fired his guns, only for Dante's shots to collide with his own. The bullets smashed into each other and fell to the ground as everyone watched. Falco scowled as he saw his shots weren't effective. He put away his revolvers and spread his wings out to get to higher ground.
"Oh no, you don't," Dante commented as he put away his twin pistols and summoned Dread as he put it in sniper mode. Dante aimed and he fired, hitting pieces of Falco's wing to cause some feathers to fall off. The Demon Hunter was ready to unleash another round, only to get shot in the shoulder thanks to the sniper. "Damn it," he cursed as he held onto his shoulder while running to find cover.
"Nowhere to hide, Son of Sparda! Unless you go back into the hotel. Oh wait, that would also mean you would put the others in danger," Falco mocked the Demon Hunter as he pulled out his assault rifle and started to fire away. Dante ran into the streets, clutching on his bad shoulder. "Is that all you can do, you half-breed punk?!"
"Dealt with way worse than that, you talking chicken," Dante said as he looked at the blood coming from his hand. "But that gun is pretty strange," he muttered to himself.
Seeing the wound from the window, Bullet realized what happened. "Oh no… That Redgrave guy has his buddy armed with a blessed rifle."
"So what? Dante took a lot of beatings before, including Vaggie's spear. This should be a cakewalk to him," Angel remarked.
"Yeah, but my spear's more of scrap metal compared to a holy weapon like that rifle. Lower quality because of the demons it was meant for," Vaggie explained. "From the looks of it, Dante's still healing, but it's slower than he usually does it," she noted as she saw Dante's shoulder wound sealing itself closed at only one centimeter per second.
Hearing that, Alastor's smile changed to a slightly different one than usual. Rather than watching in amusement, it was as if he was assessing a threat. "This could be quite the problem," the Radio Demon said. But just as he was about to lift his hand to snap his fingers, a bullet flew through the window and grazed his antlers. "Hmm… A bigger problem than I thought," he remarked.
"Yeah, might want to avoid seeing if blessed lead tastes like venison," Terry told Alastor, knowing about the demon's diet from the last time he went out on a day for himself.
Back on the streets, Dante finished healing and aimed at the sniper's last known location. Firing, he made sure that whoever was targeting him and keeping the others from helping was busy. After the attack made the sniper find a new position, Dante ran from Falco's assault rifle shots and ran up the side of the building next to the hotel. After getting high enough, he fired Dread at the ground to use the recoil for a way further up. When he was above Falco Redgrave, Dante changed the weapon into its scythe mode to try and slash at the bird. Another holy bullet came after Dante, but this time, he was prepared as he took Rebellion out and blocked the incoming sniper attack. "Not falling for that old trick again," he commented as he spun both weapons in his hands to deflect more bullets flying his way. After blocking the shots, the Demon Hunter used Dread's recoil to rocket himself toward Falco and slash at him with Rebellion.
Redgrave let out a cry of pain similar to a real hawk's call before he fell to the ground. Rolling as he landed, he grunted in pain as he saw the bleeding wound on his stomach and his clipped wing. "Not bad," he muttered as Dante landed 10 feet behind him. "But this is a duel to the death. You're not taking me down with stuff like that."
"Not entirely a duel if the match is two against one," Dante countered as he saw the sniper aiming his blessed rifle at the hotel once again. "So, we can do this two ways. Have a classic standoff like in a western, or I gut you and your buddy up there like fish and feed you to the Radio Demon."
Falco put his taloned hand up, to signal the sniper to stand down. "Alright, let's have it your way. Sudden death. Winner keeps his life, or what was left of it in this shit hole," he said as he hovered his hand on the hoster of one of his revolvers.
"Sounds good to me," Dante smirked as he had one hand on one of his pistols.
'This guy has to be so gullible as if I would agree to something so simple. My sniper will shoot him first without hesitation,' Falco thought to himself, believing that he would win no matter what happened. But as he did, nobody noticed somebody slinking through the streets like a shadow. "On the count of 3," Falco said as his fingers were twitching, ready to pull the trigger of his revolver.
"Fine," Dante said as the shadowy figure snuck into the same building as the sniper. "1…"
"2…"
"3!"
They both shouted as they both drew their guns and pulled the triggers. The silence was heavy as neither side seemed to move an inch. The hotel staff and clients all held their breath as they waited to see what happened. Soon, there was the sound of a body hitting the ground and everyone saw that it was a third party that fell next to Falco Redgrave before he collapsed to his knees and coughed up blood. Turning his head to see that his sniper fell, Redgrave wondered how it happened. "You guys thought you could leave me out of a scrap like this," Cruiser remarked as he sat in the window where the sniper fell from. "Only a lousy creep would fight from a distance like that," he said as he played with his switchblade, expertly showing his dexterity with the knife as he spun it between his fingers.
"I knew he was going to cheat," Dante stated. "Thanks for dealing with him at the right moment."
"Hey, no prob," Cruiser said as he fixed his hair.
Falco coughed up more blood and glared at Dante in anger. "Damn you… Sparda," he coughed as he fell onto his stomach.
The white-haired Demon Hunter walked up to the dying bird as he kicked him onto his back before aiming Ebony & Ivory at him. "This is for Nell," Dante said before unleashing a barrage of shots that made the hawk demon look like swiss cheese. Redgrave laid on the ground motionless as his body started to glow. "Sorry, Al. Looks like he was a powerful demon after all."
"Not to worry, my dear boy. His accomplice will make a fine substitute," Alastor said as he picked up the sniper. "I'll be in the kitchen for an hour or two. Best not to walk in on preparations."
The staff and clients looked back at the Radio Demon as he dragged the body back into the hotel with blood still dripping. "I know he's a powerful demon and all, but that just scares me," Candy stated as she watched Alastor take the sniper inside to be butchered like a chicken. Everyone else nodded in agreement.
Dante held out his hand as Falco's essence turned into a white ball, then flew towards him. In a flash of light, Dante's new Devil Arm was in the shape of what looked to be a black and red handheld Gatling gun with a claw attachment at the front of the barrel and a diamond-shaped emblem on the handle. "Not bad," he smirked as he aimed at the abandoned building where the sniper once was and unleashed the new weapon's firepower. The firepower from the gun was enough to tear the concert and bricks as if it was made of paper. Spinning the rotating barrel of the new firearm, the Demon Hunter then watched as stronger shots from his new Devil Arm demolished more of the building. Spinning it a few more times, he pulled the trigger once again before energy hawks flew toward the ruined establishment and made it crumble to the ground in an explosion. Satisfied with his new weapon, Dante twirled the gun around in his hand before putting it away in his coat.
"That's some serious firepower you got there," Cruiser said as he clapped in amazement.
"Isn't anyone concerned that someone is going to be pissed that Dante destroyed an entire building just to test his new weapon," Charlie asked everyone.
"I doubt it. The place looked abandoned when I went inside," Cruiser commented. "Unless the ones who live there were crackheads."
"Then I guess they'll have to either quit or find somewhere else to sleep," Dante said as he headed back into the hotel. "I still have to try that pineapple pizza."
Back at Vox's office, the Overlord threw a glass bottle at the wall, shattering it on impact. "Dammit! Not only did he kill Dread, but Redgrave as well!" The television demon screamed. He was so mad that his entire face was starting to form static and the lights in the building started to flicker. "What does it take to kill this motherfucker!?"
"Vox, calm the hell down! I could hear you from two floors down," Velvet said as she busted down the door.
"I'm completely calm," the TV demon yelled as the lights in the office blew a fuse. The only source of light in the building came from Vox's face. "Ah shit," he muttered in annoyance.
Velvet's eyes lowered as she had a face of annoyance with her partner. "Yeah, real calm. You're the image of tranquility, Vox," she muttered sarcastically.
"If you came up here to bitch, then I suggest you leave this room now," the TV demon warned her as he was not in the mood for a lecture.
"I was going to tell you that Redgrave's death wasn't a total waste, but since you're not in the right fucking mood, I'll simply wait," Velvet said as she was ready to head back downstairs before turning around to take out her phone. "Also thanks to your temper tantrum, it ruined my latest post!" She yelled before slamming the door on the way out.
Vox was confused about what the doll demon meant. Falco's death wasn't a total waste? What was that supposed to mean? Scoffing, the TV Demon took her advice and started to calm down. He started to steady his breathing as the static on his screen-like face cleared up and power in the building started to come back on. He straightened up his tie and proceeded to walk out of his office, heading two floors down the building, and stood at the room Velvet was in. "Hey, Velvet! I'm ready to talk now!"
"Go away, Vox! I don't want to hear your shitty voice right now," she said on the other side of the door.
"Dammit," the TV demon cursed under his breath. "Alright, Velvet. I'm sorry that I ruined your post or whatever you were doing. Now, can you please tell me about what happened?"
"Hmmm… no," Velvet said as she sat in her chair texting a new post as she sent a selfie.
"Tell me what you know or I'll break down this fucking door," Vox screamed as his anger was returning.
"I'm not letting you in, Vox! Not until I put my last post in," the doll demoness said as she posted her new text. Seconds later she got over 1000 likes. "You still there, Voxxie?" The only proof he was at the door was the sound of static outside her door. "I'll take that as a yes. Anyway, I heard from one of our grunts that Dante can be harmed by strong angelic weapons that can kill demon royalty. Apparently, Redgrave gave one of his henchmen a high caliber weapon that slowed his healing progress."
"Slowed his healing progress?" Vox muttered as he grinned very widely that rivals Alastor's. "So, he does have a weakness. Pumping enough high-caliber holy weapons into that punk will surely kill him. It's a good thing the black market is on our side." The TV demon laughed as he walked down the halls. "Prepare yourself, Son of Sparda, because I'll show you a world of pain and suffering."
And that a wrap for this chapter, hope all of you enjoyed it, thanks again to WaterDragonMaverick for editing and helping out. So Dante has been making a name in Hell as he killed some big names already. So far he killed Killjoy, Valentino, Dread, and Redgrave. Not to mention some lower grunts. But I'm sure he got his debt paid thanks to Lucifer. Too bad he didn't pay with his soul lol. Thanks again to all of you for your support. Remember to Follow, Favorite, and review. See you next time in Hell.