Devil May Cry: Start of the Hunt
Chapter 1: Tony Redgrave
Smoke was looming over the afternoon sky, the small house that resided on the hill side was completely burned down but for some reason it was still standing. Several Policemen and Firemen were rushing into the building, they had suspected the worst. The Men started exploring the house, looking for survivors. They were shocked as they found a woman lying on the floor. Her body was completely cut up and blood was pouring out of her stomach. This was not a simple fire, it was a murder. As the policemen were inspecting the body, one of the firemen started shouting: "Hey! There's a kid! We found a survivor!" The boy was hunched in a closet. His eyes were as open as they could be, tears were pouring out of his eyes like a waterfall. Despite their many efforts, the firemen could not get the boy to speak. His never closing eyes were fixated on his mother's corpse.
8 Years Later
A Fire like figure appeared before my eyes. It was pointing at me and started howling. It was a terrible noise. I started sweating as the figure came closer and closer. Eventually it had me in its grasps and it started saying something to me. "Dan-" It's rasp but somehow calm voice was interrupted by the yelling of my foster mother. "Tony! Get your ass up, young man! You're late for school!" That was my name now 'Tony Redgrave' the foster home thought it was a wise idea to change my name. They wanted me to completely forget the past and start anew. I couldn't forget, I can't forget… The events of what happened that day still reside within my mind. I stood up from my sweat stained bed and put on my school uniform. My foster mother was a Gun Shop owner named 'Nell Goldstein'. I will never forget the day she entered the foster home and took me away from that awful place and over the years I learned to love her like she was my own mother. She didn't like talking about her past and she loved sarcasm, so those were at least two things we had in common. All I ever found out was that she originally came from a faraway island and that she had a family there, I wondered what they were like.
As I walked down the stairs I noticed that she was holding a bottle of scotch in one hand and a cigarette in the other. "A little too early for that, don't you think, mom?" I said with a cheeky smile. "A little too early to get on my nerves, don't you think, Hun?" She retorted with an equally cheeky smile. We wished our goodbyes and I went on my way to school but not before taking a quick glance at the two pistols, cased away by a glass box. 'Ebony & Ivory' was carved on them. They looked so beautiful, I simply could not wait for the night to come. My schedule was relatively the same every day, Wake up - go to school - help mom in the shop during the afternoon – take the two pistols and go hunting. This was something not many people knew about, back in the day. The existence of Demons. I had seen them many times throughout my life. Night was the time where officially contracted 'Devil Hunters' would go meet in bars and take jobs from Government officials. The Government was still trying to hide the existence of demons, what idiots, demon portals and killings were becoming more and more of a hassle over the years. If 16 year old me can figure it out, eventually random citizens can too.
As I walked through the school hallways I reminisced about the dream I had. The fire figure was definitely about to say my true name. 'Dante' I always thought that name was way neater than 'Tony'. But why did I have that dream? Why now all of a sudden? It didn't matter, as I sat in my classroom I started shaking my legs and tapping my fingers. I simply could not wait for the night to come.
School went as normal as always and so did the rest of the day. Helping mom clean all of the weapons was a simple chore that I came to appreciate over the years. As the night came I sat patiently on my bed, waiting for mom to fully fall asleep. I usually waited at least an hour before going and I could feel the adrenaline rushing through my veins. The thought of killing these things was simply too exciting. I put on my red coat, my finger less gloves and of course the leather black boots. I quietly went down the stairs and took a glance at the giant sword hanging from the shop entrance. 'Rebellion' was its name and apparently it belonged to me. The policemen found the sword in my old home and confiscated it. It wasn't until mom came around and demanded to give the sword to her. She ranted to the police about how it was "The boy's right!" and "A treasured family heirloom". At first I didn't really care about the thing but the more I looked at it, it enchanted me. "Maybe one day" I said to myself and went over to the glass box, which kept my precious ladies. Mom was never good at hiding keys, especially while intoxicated. I opened the box, took the pistols and held them over my head. A wide smile came over my face as i said: "Good afternoon, ladies, you miss me?" I put the pistols in my holsters and went on my way. With each step I took to the bar, my heartbeat grew bigger and bigger.
End of Chapter 1