A/N: Something I don't understand about Devil May Cry Reddit is that a very vocal portion of it would choose DMC2 if only one of the games could get a remake, to "make it good." Like, that's not the point of a remake. It's to modernize and reimagine a popular entry for newcomers and capitalize on nostalgia for the old timers. There's literally nothing in this game that people want to see come back. The gameplay? Nah. The level design? Nope. The music? What music, the loud gunfire? The story? No one ever talks about it. Dante's horrible OOCness? Heck freaking naw, keep that out. I don't care what any of those idiots say, Dante isn't depressed, and character writing isn't one of the things DMC2 got right. I've literally seen comparisons to Final Fantasy VII and Resident Evil 2 in support of this turd, which is baffling to me, and I haven't even played those games. And the few things people like or have a mild appreciation for in 2 have been done much better in other games. People always go on about "potential," but don't have anything else to say. At this point there's nothing to remake, and it's better off left alone and forgotten about. It's just a bad idea, in the same league as Patty becoming a playable character by inheriting V's gameplay because one of her ancestors used to summon demons.

If we had to have a remake, I'd go with the first one. It'd make the most sense in my opinion, since it's the oldest one, could use a graphics and gameplay update, needs more development for Dante and Trish, and its integration into the current era of DMC would make it feel more complete. But the music, aesthetic, and some enemies were some of the greatest this series has ever known, and seeing and hearing them again in HD would be awesome. But even then, I'd want a DMC6 instead, since I want to see what this universe has beyond Sparda's legacy.

Anyway, here's Chapter 4. I cooked up something special for you guys, hope you enjoy.

Trish sat with her arms crossed staring out the window. The rumbling of the road rolling by under the car's wheels soothed her from the slightly hectic morning she'd had. On one hand, she was irritated that she had to leave on a job so soon after another, but on the other hand it was a good thing they were getting business at all. She needed the money as there was a red leather jacket she had been eyeing.

Watching the city go by, she couldn't see anything worth fighting. The sky was clear, people were walking about, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary. It seemed hard to believe there were any monsters waiting around, ready to pounce on an unsuspecting wedding. This job sounded oddly specific too. Why would it not attack anyone during normal service, but go berserk on this? Trish shook her head. She was still trying to wrap her head around the idea. Looking over at Dante, she saw him with a determined expression.

She figured she should feel the same. After all, she was looking forward to the future, perhaps more than him. For her, life was full of the unknown, and she couldn't settle on one thing when there was so much else to do, so much more fun to be had. She wouldn't want her own special day to be ruined like this, but she couldn't help to silently snicker at the idea of a monstrous demon bursting into a wedding pointing a finger, yelling "Objection!" and all of the humans scrambling away in fear.

The city they were driving through was quite large, with multiple skyscrapers and buildings jutting out all over the ground. They passed a pizzeria, some cafes, shopping stores, insurance buildings, apartments, and construction sites. There was quite a bit of traffic, but not to the point of congestion. It sounded alive, busy, and in a way, welcoming. Civilians were everywhere, tending to their daily lives. Trish wondered if she could blend into them, if she could walk amongst the crowds, go shopping, and enjoy herself. She'd had nothing but attention her whole life, could she handle being one of a collective?

As they started to reach their destination, Trish took in the church as it came into view. It was quite a large cathedral. Several buildings were on either side of it, continuing on into the rest of the city, and a park was off to the right. It was peaceful looking, serene in its position despite the bustling nature of the city. An airplane flew overhead, providing the smooth roar of its engine.

Finally pulling up at the church, they got out. Trish didn't pay it much mind, but she admittedly felt a tad strange walking into it given her demonic nature. She of course no longer wanted to harm humans, and if anything she was now an enemy of the devil, but still, she felt as if she didn't belong in there. She doubted many people were allowed to show off as much skin as she was, either.

Dante on the other hand nonchalantly walked in. Leading the way inside, they saw the interior had a white floor, walls, and ceiling. Everything seemed somewhat grayish inside; the sun seemed to be shrouded by the clouds. Multiple windows lined the walls as well, and large archways were carved around them. More curved archways ran up the walls and peaked at the ceiling, giving off a domed look to it. A balding priest was talking to a man at the end of the cathedral.

"I-I just don't know anymore," the man was saying. He sounded defeated and looked it even more; he was a mess. "Even if we don't get attacked, I feel afraid. That when I step outside after service I'll get torn to shreds. How can I worship when I can't feel safe doing it? It's driving me insane! The congregation gets smaller every week, and I think everyone else has the right idea. I don't think...I don't think I can come here anymore."

"Randy, are you willing to throw your faith away over the presence of demons?" The priest calmly asked. The man faltered and looked down, feeling trapped.

"I'm not throwing it away..."

"Your fear of the devil is interfering with your connection to the Lord. You're frightened, I understand, but think with Him in mind. If the demons don't attack us, what is there stopping you from coming here? You're not getting married, are you?"

"Well, no, but-"

"I can't force you to come. That is between you and Him. But I've seen this happen, far too often. Whether they were physically here or not, demons have always swayed the hearts of so many of our faith. They stop coming to church out of fear, anger, or other things and walk down a path of misery. You're too scared to come here, the place of worship. How long until you're too scared to walk out of your home? Demons exist, Randy, they always will, but it is up to us to fight back, to see the truth."

Randy looked down, conflicted.

"We can help with that."

Randy and the priest looked over at Dante, who was leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed. Trish stood by his side with her hand on her hip.

"Ah! You're here," the priest walked over to them. "Thank you so much for coming."

"Who are they?" Randy asked.

"The devil hunters I hired."

"Y-you hired actual devil hunters? Are we saved after all?"

"Well, that depends on your meaning of saved," he responded. Turning back to Dante and Trish, he said "I'm Reverend Harry Williams. We're all aware of the situation, yes?"

They nodded, ignoring the irony in his name.

"Good. In that case, Randy, madam, excuse us. Mr. Dante and I will be discussing the transaction."

"What?" Trish said. "I'm part of this business too."

"Yeah, well, you don't have over a decade's worth of experience," Dante said.

"Excuse me? When has that ever stopped us from doing this together?"

"When you demanded five thousand dollars from those people last night."

"Dante!"

"You did, didn't you?"

"Well how else do we get paid? Your business wasn't doing so great before I came along, and we're still having money issues."

"You don't understand. You don't just take advantage of people's helplessness."

"Is that not what this is?"

Dante shook his head. "Come on, Trish, you know better."

"What has gotten into you?" Trish snapped at him. "Why are you suddenly the only one calling the shots? Where am I in this situation?"

"I mean, you did call yourself my sidekick."

"And you said we'd be partners."

Dante stared her down unflinchingly. "Trust me on this one," he said slowly. "I think you'll learn something from this."

"I'll teach you how to treat me, partner," Trish snarled. She clenched her fists and was dangerously close to summoning lightning into them.

Dante seemed to flinch slightly, but he didn't lose his ground. Sensing her short temper, he put a hand on her shoulder to calm her down.

"Trish."

She fought the urge to pull him off her.

"Take a deep breath. Calm down-"

"Do not tell me what to do."

Dante was starting to feel embarrassed. "Calm down and stay here if you want us to keep this job. I brought you here because I trust that you can help me earn this money, don't make me regret that decision."

Trish didn't change her expression, but eased her shoulders and unclenched her fists. Dante slid his hand off her and gave her another look. It was stern, but not angry. There was some understanding in his eyes, but pleading as well. Once he was she sure she was calm enough, he turned back to Reverend Williams.

"I'm sorry about that," Dante said. He leaned in and whispered into his ear, "She's on her period."

"I heard that!" Trish snapped.

"Well," Williams chuckled. "I know how women can be. If you'll excuse us."

Trish glared at Dante's back as he walked with the priest into the a room in the back. She plopped herself down in a pew and crossed her arms, fuming. An awkward silence followed, with the man left standing there. He decided to sit in a pew to the right of Trish.

"Not very appropriate behavior for a church," Randy muttered. Trish shot him a glare as well. He gulped and said, "No offense. Uh, first time here?"

"If you want to say I'm acting out of place here, go ahead," Trish turned her head back to the front. "You wouldn't be wrong."

"Sure. You look it too."

She raised an eyebrow and looked at him again. A sly smirk tugged at her lips and she pressed her arms tighter against her torso, pushing her breasts even farther out. Randy stared at them but quickly shook his head and looked away.

"Cut that out. We're in a church."

"But you seemed ready to leave," Trish pointed out slyly. "Why not loosen up in that case? People are less interesting when they're so uptight."

Randy turned back to her penetrating stare. His heartbeat went up a little. Laughing dryly, he said, "You a demon too?"

Trish stopped smiling. "What?"

"Coming in here, interrupting us, causing a ruckus, and showing off your body like that, are you trying to turn me away from coming here?"

"Just trying to have a little fun. I'm off limits in case you actually want to try something...naughty," she said the last word teasingly despite her warning.

"So is that what this is to you?" Randy suddenly snapped. "Fun? People are losing their faith and couples are being torn apart because of these monsters and you want to have fun?"

Trish dropped her attitude and stared back at him. He'd stood back up, turning to face her directly. Whatever hesitation he felt was replaced with anger.

"Are you really that self absorbed?" He went on. "Do you just treat your job as an excuse to work off your little hormones and not as a duty to keep the people safe? Do you think it's fun to come on to me showing yourself off like that where I'm trying not to see that crap? The hell is wrong with you?!"

He panted, adrenaline running through him. His face had gone red at that point and his eyes were set ablaze, but not literally. After he'd let off some steam, he looked down, embarrassed at his outburst. He did the cross sign and did a quick prayer, breathing oddly.

"Sorry," he said when he was done. "I don't know what came over me. Shouldn't have cursed in here, I feel like shit. Crap, no, I mean-"

"No, it's fine," Trish cut in. "I shouldn't have teased you. And I suppose Dante wouldn't like me teasing other guys. I have to reserve all the fun for him, even if it's just that."

Randy smiled weakly. "You're talking about your guy? I wouldn't want to be on his bad side."

"Don't worry, if anything happens, I'll take responsibility. Maybe."

Randy and Trish chuckled, calming down.

"You weren't wrong," Trish said.

"Huh?"

"Dante's been getting on my case about that. Empathy. I have it, that's why he accepted me. It's why we work together. But given the place I was...born, and the life I led, excitement and risks are all I know."

"Neglectful parents, huh?" Randy asked.

Trish didn't say anything.

"Well, I can't blame you for your past," he went on. "As for mine? Well, that's why I'm here."

"Did you do something you regret?"

"Oh yeah. Many times. You were right about me too, my faith was always kind of weak. I tried to live up to my family's standards, you know, get good grades, pray, make friends. But I wasn't any good at them. I just fell off my way, constantly indulging in self pleasure and digging a deeper hole for myself. I'd come back here so many times, asking for forgiveness and promising not to screw up again...but then I'd leave. It was always my demons, which I could never ignore. If I could've just, I don't know, had a stronger will..."

"The point isn't to ignore them," Trish said. "Remember what the priest told you? Demons will always exist, it's just up to us to fight back. I would know. You're putting your will into the wrong thing."

Randy mulled over her words. "I suppose so. Just another screwed up priority of mine."

"You're not going to have a will if you keep beating yourself up like that," she reprimanded.

"Then maybe I'm a lost cause."

"No, it's never too late," she persisted. "If you'd given up you wouldn't have come here, and it's not even Sunday yet. You got out of bed, or the streets, or wherever you woke up this morning and in your eyes risked your life coming here just to talk to your priest. And before I showed up you were behaving yourself. And just now you were talking back to me for making a scene. What would that be besides your human spirit?" Trish thought fast. "Or more importantly, the Lord's work?"

Randy's eyes widened.

"You're not unworthy of salvation. No one is," Trish wasn't sure what came over her, but it was fueling her. She continued. "I didn't think I'd have a second chance at life, that I would continue down my destructive path, or even just die. But then, Dante saved my life. I didn't deserve it, he could have easily turned his back on me, but the first thing he had on his mind was me. And here I am now, working by his side. If I got that, even after all I did and was going to do, you can too."

Randy stared at her, amazed. He turned his head down for a second, gathering his thoughts.

"Do you really think so?" He asked her. "A no good screw up like me has another chance, even after all of the ones I threw away?"

"Only if you're serious about it. It was a jarring change for me, but I grew to accept it head on. I can tell for sure that humans aren't all perfect little angels, but they never give up. It's not always possible to tell, but there is hope. You don't have anything to fear with us around."

Randy looked at her funny.

"Or God."

He smiled. "Thank you, uh, Trish?"

"Yep. Randy, right?"

"Uh huh."

They sat in silence, peace settling on them. Trish couldn't be sure, but the church seemed to be whiter. The gray interior had brightened up, and the sun seemed to be smiling down at them through the windows. A brief memory of Mundus's palace flashed through her mind, but it was quickly swept away with the image of the church. This wasn't a twisted parody or a demonic interpretation of paradise. No, this, this was much closer to the real thing.

"How are you feeling now?" Trish finally asked Randy. "Still scared?"

Randy looked at his hands. "Of course I am. I don't think I've ever seen a demon up close before. It's just hard to think about. But I somehow feel that in a grander sense..." he looked over at her. "I don't think you being here is a coincidence."

Trish smiled. "There you go."

Shortly after, the door in the back opened and Dante and Williams emerged.

"Did you figure everything out?" Trish asked. "That was pretty long for payment negotiations."

"It wasn't just that," Dante said. "We were discussing the plan too."

"And why wasn't I in on this?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Because he told me you wouldn't agree to it otherwise," Williams said. "Even I have to admit, it's pretty out there."

"Well? Let's hear it."

"We're gonna stage a wedding, baby!" Dante enthusiastically said, spreading his arms out. Trish gave him a dull look.

"You're right," she said. "I'd never do something so stupid."

Randy coughed into his fist, trying to hide his laughter.

"Well, we don't have much of a choice," Dante said. "The demon only attacks when one is being held, and no one in their right mind would be trying to have one while it's still around. So, what better way to draw it out than to hold one of our own?"

"That...is ridiculous."

"Well, good thing you like me, right?" Dante smirked. "Unless you have a better idea."

"Isn't there some way to track it?" She asked. "We could use a description, or any of its habits."

"Unfortunately, it's always too quick to track," Williams said. "It's dark and quadrupedal with red eyes, but that's all we ever get of it before we run for our lives."

"No offense, but this is a pretty bad situation you want us to take care of."

"I know, and I apologize," the priest said. "Perhaps this time we can keep a record on its features." He held up a camera.

"What will be the point if we're going to kill it anyway?" Trish's confusion was building.

"Oh, you know," Dante put his hands behind his head. "In case some other demon wants to pick up where this one will leave off. They could be similar so that we can detect a pattern."

"This all seems on the fly," Randy said.

"Oh it is," Williams said. "It's not the most prepared plan, but it's the only one we have. Now, if only we could find someone to pose as the photographer..."

Trish looked back at Randy, who seemed to jerk to attention. His eyes darted nervously from the camera to the priest, then to Trish.

She gave him a raised eyebrow.

"Uh, I could do it," he said hastily.

Williams and Dante looked at him. "Oh really?" The priest said. "I assure you, Randy, as silly as this may seem, it is incredibly dangerous. You heard what happened to the last photographer a few days ago, haven't you?"

"All too well. But who else would go along with it? There's no one else here and as I said the congregation's getting smaller."

"Good point. You're sure you will, though? We didn't discuss payment for this part of the job."

Randy stood his ground. He stared straight into his eyes. "Absolutely."

"Ha," Dante shook his head and clapped a hand on his shoulder. "You, my friend have balls."

"Just gotta grow 'em back," he shrugged. He looked at Trish, who slyly smiled at him.

...

It seemed like a lot of work, but it all flew by quicker than Trish thought. Signing fake papers and other forms went by like a blur, because her mind was on the wedding.

It didn't seem real, but that's because it wasn't. A big part of her mind still thought it was stupid, and she wasn't sure how it'd turn out. But on the other hand, she'd been looking forward to walking down the aisle in a dress ever since Dante brought it up to her. How was it going to be? Could she, if for a moment, just forget about the job and pretend she was actually getting married? When she leaned in for the kiss, could she believe that she had actually taken the vows? She didn't want to have to break away and kill the demon, that'd ruin the mood. And what would happen next, would they collect the payment, change back into their regular clothes, and drive home? Killing demons was always fun, but for once she couldn't help to think how all of the brides before her must have felt. She sighed quietly in resignation. She'll kill it. She'll make sure that those who come after her wouldn't have to fear for their lives in what was supposed to be a joyous occasion. And speaking of changing clothes...

The church already had a dress and tuxedo on hand. They were both from different weddings, and both involved the bride and groom respectively losing it and throwing off their clothes amidst their panic. The bride had thrown off her dress because it was getting in the way as she ran and the groom thought if he gave up his tux the demon would stop attacking him. Things had been pretty hectic for every family involved so the retrieval of these clothes were low on their priority lists. Fortunately, they fit Dante and Trish quite well.

At this point, night had fallen. They got changed in separate rooms, making sure the "groom" didn't see the "bride" before the ceremony, even if they were separating for a few minutes. Trish had to admit, as the priest's sister named Tori Carter helped get her into the dress, she was feeling herself get carried away. The precautions and rules Dante was following made it seem like this really was her big day. Even for something as overly theatrical and ridiculous as this, he cared enough to make her happy. She smiled. When she peered into the mirror, her heart stopped for a moment when she saw herself.

Standing in the place of the usual daring and cocky babe with guns was a beautiful and lovely woman dressed in the most elegant of clothes. She filled out the top, almost too well, as her large breasts strained against the tight fabric. As usual, her shoulders and arms were exposed. The long and flowing skirt cascaded down her long legs. It trailed behind her, showing off its length. Under it she wore white high heels with white stockings going up to the very tops of her thighs. On her head she wore a thin veil that flowed over her face. She never could have thought she'd look so stunning in these kinds of clothes.

"What do you think?" Tori asked. She was somewhat younger than her brother, looking to be in her early forties rather than middle aged, and not losing hair.

"It's...beautiful," Trish breathed.

"You're beautiful, sweetheart," the older woman warmly smiled. "This reminds me of my own wedding. My friends helped me into my dress, and I was amazed at myself, and the fact that I was going to get married."

"Right..." Trish looked down.

"Oh, don't worry about it," Tori assured her. "Your day will come soon. And I'm sure your man is looking forward to it himself. Think of this as your rehearsal."

As Trish walked out of the changing room, she could see Dante in the middle of the hall, dressed up. He was fidgeting slightly, not sure where to put his hands. She walked up behind him.

"Dante."

He turned around and froze in place. His eyes widened as they raked over her.

"Wow," he breathed. He cleared his throat. "You're stunning."

Trish smiled. "You're alright too, I guess."

"Are you ready?"

"Yeah," she said. In reality, she wasn't. She wanted this moment to last forever. He took her hand and they pushed the doors open into the chapel.

The wedding march blared out as they stepped foot inside. Tori was playing it on the piano, making it ring out loudly in the room. Randy took to snapping photos, capturing many flattering shots of the couple as they walked down the aisle together. He gave her a thumbs up, also stunned by her beauty. Trish could feel everything in the room. Dante's warm hand. Her dress trailing behind her. The vibration of her eardrums and the beating heart in her chest. She smiled despite herself. Was this what a bride felt like?

Up ahead was Reverend Williams, standing at the altar. He was smiling as well, despite an alertness in his eyes. Trish couldn't sense the demon around either, but braced herself.

"Almost there, baby," Dante whispered. Together, they stepped up to the altar and faced the priest.

"Dante, Trish," he said. "We are gathered here today in the presence of God to witness the joy of your wedding. This joyous occasion is the culmination of your longstanding love and devotion to each other."

Trish smirked a little.

"Seeing as how you are the only ones here, it would be quite redundant to list all of your qualities that make you a perfect match. Please face each other."

They turned and stared into each others' eyes. It was hard not to get lost in them.

"Dante," Williams said. "Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do."

"And Trish. Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do."

Trish tried to keep her eyes on Dante, but she occasionally flitted her eyes to the front. Any minute now.

"Would you like to say any words?"

"Yeah," Dante looked Trish in the eyes again. "Trish, from the moment I saw you, I knew you'd change my life. I didn't know how, but I knew you were special. Even though we had a rocky start, the way you entered my life was nothing less than awesome. Even when we had our disagreements, we'd come together in the end, and through it all, I know this is the right choice. I'm glad to be here with you, and I promise to never leave your side."

Trish stared at him in awe. Even she had to hold back tears on that one.

"Trish, do you have anything to add?" Williams asked.

"Um, yes. Dante. I..." she trailed off, not sure of what to say. "Sorry, let me start again. Dante, when we first met, I never expected it would come to this. I didn't think we were meant to be, but fate found a way. Before it started, I thought it was already over. But it wasn't. Without you, I never would have found my purpose in this world. I wouldn't have learned the meanings of love and compassion, and I owe all of that to you. And I'm here today to prove it, and I would love nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you."

She could see Dante's heart melting as he simply smiled. Despite everything, she tried keeping herself alert. There was something she had to take care of...

Randy, who had to take the place of the ring bearer as well as the photographer, brought the rings to them. These were also leftovers from previous marriages, having been flung off as people hastily declared their marriages off. Randy smiled at Trish as she and Dante held each others' rings. Stepping hastily out of the way to grab his camera, he let them continue.

Dante and Trish listened to the priest's short monologue of the importance of the rings and repeated after him "With this ring, I thee wed." as they slid them onto each others' fingers.

"By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife," Williams turned to Dante. "You may kiss the bride."

Dante reached over and lifted the veil and put his hands on Trish's face. Her heartbeat accelerated as he leaned in, eyes closing and lips puckering as he filled her line of sight. She closed her eyes and leaned in too, wanting to feel him.

SMASH! The window over the doors at the entrance of the chapel exploded into a million pieces as a dark monstrous demon with red eyes burst through it. Dante and Trish split apart and instantly drew their guns. Dante had them holstered under his jacket while Trish had reached under her dress to her legs. Tori screamed and Williams led her away, shielding his younger sister. Randy crouched behind a pew and started snapping photos of the demon.

"GRAAAHHHHH!" The demon roared. "NO...NO MORE!"

"Showtime," Dante said. He and Trish opened fire, concentrating all of it solely on the demon. It blocked, snarling. It bent a knee but still withstood the assault.

"Come on already," Trish grumbled. Her eyes widened when the demon suddenly leapt out of the way, jumping at Randy. He fell back trying to get away. He looked to his left, where he could have easily run to the entrance, then to the right, where he locked eyes with Trish. He closed his eyes and held his arms up as a shield.

"What are you doing?" Trish yelled. "Dante!"

He grabbed her hand and with all his might spun in a circle and flung her at it. Trish aimed a kick right into its face. She somersaulted in place, delivering several more kicks repeatedly, which sent it crashing a few feet away.

"Why didn't you run?!" Trish snapped at Randy. Anger and frustration exploded out of her, but more importantly, concern did as well. He looked at her with strong conviction.

"I'm not running away. Not anymore."

The demon roared, getting back onto its feet. "You will pay for this betrayal!"

"Are you talking to me?" Randy asked.

"All of you will pay!"

"Sorry, but we need the money for the rent!" Dante leapt and kicked its face as well, leaving it open. "Trish, now!"

Understanding, Trish fired two lightning charged rounds straight into its chest. The demon roared out in pain, thrashing wildly and convulsing, smacking Dante out of its way. It clutched its chest, where its heart was, before falling onto its back, its eyes shutting.

"Is...is it over?" Randy asked.

"Only one way to be sure," Dante said, drawing his guns again.

Suddenly, the demon started to twitch again, its eyes opening widely. It coughed and gagged, shrinking. Its anatomy started to change as well, turning more humanoid. Once its transformation was done, it had turned into an old woman, eyes bloodshot and clothes ragged and filthy.

"N-Nancy?!" Randy said in disbelief.

"You know her?" Trish asked.

"She was my dealer."

"Charming."

"I said 'was.' We haven't done business since last mo-"

"Any last words?" Dante aimed Ivory at Nancy's head.

"You...you will all pay for your treachery!" She coughed through her blood. "For denying your true nature. For mingling with those you are meant to destroy. For daring to love. For resisting me."

"Ha. Haha. Hahahahahaha!" Randy started snickering before breaking out into full on laughter. "All those times you convinced me to blow this off, and I never knew." He shook his head. "Am I an idiot or what?" He stood up and approached her. "Can't tell demons from humans. What does that say about me?"

"You were such easy prey," Nancy rasped. "I thought turning you would be a simple task."

"Turning me? Now that's just crazy talk," he said. "And speaking of easy prey..." He looked at Dante. "May I?"

Smiling, Dante handed his pistol over. Randy took aim at her head.

"Don't do anything you'll regret," Nancy said.

Randy paused. Looking at him, Trish could see him trembling softly. His eyes were wide but focused. This definitely wasn't the first time she said that.

He took a shaky breath. "Go home."

BANG!

Nancy's head hit the floor with a thud, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. Her body started to crumble and turned to dust, disintegrating. Her head was the last to go.

Randy dropped his arms, panting. Trish put her hand on his shoulder. "It's done," he said shakily.

"By your hand," Trish affirmed in a low voice.

Dante approached them, clapping a hand on Randy's back. "Consider your balls regrown."

"I'm proud of you, Randy." It was Reverend Williams. He stood at the altar, smiling warmly. "I couldn't have done it better."

"Well, maybe," Randy said bashfully. "Who knows, you've got yourself sorted out..."

"Well then, shall we continue?"

"Yes!" Dante holstered his guns and took Trish's hand. "You ready, babe?"

"Huh?"

"We were almost married, it'd be a shame if we didn't go all the way, right?"

"You mean..." she gestured to him, herself, the altar, and the entrance.

"Yep!"

Trish stared at him blankly, then simply smiled. "I love you."

And with that, Dante and Trish walked down the aisle again, and Tori resumed playing the piano. Getting a look from the priest, Randy got the message and hurriedly took the camera back up.

Williams repeated himself once they got back in position at the altar. "By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride!"

On the sixth day since they first met, Dante and Trish got married, sealing it with a rewarding and heartfelt kiss.

Randy snapped away, capturing the moment.

...

"I must thank you one more time," Williams vigorously shook Dante's hand.

"It's what we do," was all Dante could say, grateful but just a little tired of the constant thanks. They were all standing outside the church by Dante's car. "If anything I should be thanking you."

"Well, that's what I do," Williams chuckled. Dante laughed with him.

"If you ever need anything, just call," Dante said. "Although..." He looked over at Randy. "I doubt you'll have to."

"I feel like a proud father," Williams said. "I see a bright future for him now, thanks to your wife."

Dante smiled at hearing that.

"Well! I've held you here long enough. Go home, enjoy the night," Williams said. "You've earned it."

"Will do," Dante turned and got into the car, still in his tuxedo.

"I owe you," Randy was saying to Trish. "Now, I think I know where I am in life, and how to move on."

"You helped me too," Trish said. "Let's call it even. I know what's important now, thanks to you. Although, I'll always be looking for the next thrill."

"Guess you will," Randy laughed. "But really, thank you."

"Don't sweat it."

"Babe!" Dante called out. "You leaving me for another guy already?"

Trish laughed and turned around. "I won't be leaving that easily." She turned back to Randy and placed a hand on his cheek. "I'll be seeing you."

She turned and got into the car, fitting her dress into the seat. Dante pulled out of the parking space, nodding at the priest, his sister, and the photographer. He then drove out of the parking lot and onto the street.

The ride was silent at first, as the fact that they were married finally sunk into the couple. Compared to earlier that day, there weren't as many cars out, making their ride home quicker than it was from it.

"Congratulations, Dante," Trish finally broke the silence. "You surprised me again. It's pretty hard to do that."

"Really? Every night in bed tells me different."

She swatted at his shoulder. "Not to this extent."

"Well, I have to treat my woman right, and if it wasn't a thrill, would it have worked?"

"No it wouldn't have." She took his hand, so he drove with only his left. "So are you gonna tell me how you did it?"

"You sure you want me to? If I do you might be able to tell my next trick."

"We're married now, all of our secrets are an open book."

"Well, I don't think there's a rule for that, but if you insist."

Earlier that day...

"I just want to be clear with what you said on the phone," Williams said. "You're fine without payment?"

"Well, for this job, I'll make an exception," Dante explained. "I have something else in mind."

"And what would that be?"

"You might hate me for this, since I just told Trish off about taking advantage of others' situations, but..."

"Yes?"

"Could you officiate our wedding?"

"Well, of course. But if you want to invite guests and have refreshments and the like-"

"I mean tonight."

"Excuse me?"

"Yeah. No guests, no food, no reception. Just the ceremony."

Williams paused, thinking.

"Hate me yet?" Dante asked, hoping to lighten the mood.

"No, not yet. Your woman was right in a sense, getting paid for a job is taking advantage of others' situations, but it sounds bad when you put it like that."

"Yeah, that mindset is something she's been struggling with lately. This job is all a game to her. She didn't have the best background, but stuff like this gives her purpose."

"Do you not do that for her?"

"Oh I do. But you know, women."

"Indeed. Do you think springing a surprise wedding on her will change that?"

Dante sighed. "Who knows. It didn't seem that bad at first. She just hadn't had a reason to see this from the people's view. If we could set up a wedding, pretend it's staged to lure the demon out and kill it, then drop the surprise, maybe she'll see what it's like. I doubt she'd like a demon popping in in our own wedding."

"That's true. Wait, that's your plan?"

"Yup."

"...I think I hate you now." They chuckled.

"Don't worry, we'll keep you safe," Dante said. "We'll do our best to make sure nothing in the church gets destroyed either. Although I hear this demon is kind of like that already."

"Well, I know the demon before me keeps his word."

A pregnant pause followed.

"You knew?"

"Few do, but yes."

"Then why did you call me?"

"As I said, I know you're a man of your word. I heard stories about you, and most of them were positive. They talked of how you'd refuse payment if it was too much for your clients. Your first and foremost concern is the safety of mankind, and the eradication of demons. As a priest, I find that admirable."

They could hear shouting outside. It sounded like the man that Williams was talking to earlier.

"What else do you know?" Dante asked.

"Your lineage. I'm well aware of the tale of Sparda."

"Does that bother you?"

"In a sense. I believe it clashes directly with my religion, but it does not weaken it. Sparda's name isn't as well known anymore and the story is quite muddled in mystery and pure legend, and quite frankly I'm glad."

"Me too," Dante said. "Do you know how old it gets having demons come after me for what my old man did?"

"Yes."

"Oh."

"This woman you're with, she's not human, is she?"

"No. Unlike me, she's a whole demon."

"But you trust her."

"Yes. More than anyone. At this point she's a demon in name only."

"I see," Williams sat in silence, thinking some more. "May I ask you something?"

"Go ahead."

"The name of your shop, what does it mean?"

Dante paused. "It's a sign that devils don't have souls," he said slowly. "They can't cry over others. They're too heartless to do that. But some might. Some will know what it's like to lose someone, what it's like to break free of darkness. Somewhere out there, one might."

He turned back to the door. The shouting had ceased, and he could hear soft conversation between Trish and the man. "Although, I might change it."

"Will you? To what?"

"I'm still thinking about it. But it doesn't seem right to lump her in with the rest."

They sat there in silence again. Williams looked at the clock on the wall.

"Well, I guess we'd better start preparing that wedding."

"Really?" Dante was surprised.

"Yes. I think I heard all I needed. And quite frankly, I think this is the perfect opportunity to test poor Randy out there. He has a rough past, but a good spirit. It's time to see how strong it really is."

"You know, this is my fault, but it feels wrong that we're doing this without the proper clothes or anything."

"Well lucky for you that we have several tuxedos and dresses left over. Those poor couples came back after the wedding for marriage counseling only to throw everything on the ground."

"Lucky indeed," Dante mused.

...

"Looks like you succeeded," Trish said. "And then some."

"Yeah, I wasn't counting on you two giving each other a pep talk. I'm sure the priest will be thanking God for this."

"I know Randy will."

"And for this, I will too," Dante had finally pulled up to the office. They smiled with anticipation.

"Wait right here," Dante got out of his seat and rushed to open the door for his wife, scooping her into his arms.

"I can get used to this," Trish said as he carried her inside.

They kissed as he carried her upstairs, letting their moist lips and tongues touch in preparation. Dante closed the door behind them once they entered the bedroom, kissing her faster. Trish's moans mingled with the wet smacks of their lips. He lay her down on the bed and reached to turn on the lamp. Seeing her in the dress with a dazed but sexual look in her eyes made his heart skip a beat. He started to undress himself, and Trish followed until she was left wearing nothing but her heels and stockings. He crawled onto the bed, maintaining eye contact. He kissed her again, softly.

"I love you Trish."

"I love you Dante."

They closed their eyes and started kissing again as Dante slowly pushed into Trish's vagina, making her gasp. The soft, sensual motion made her heart burst with emotion. Dante pushed his tongue into her mouth, tasting her warm saliva and mixing it with his own as he traveled through her passage until he finally buried himself within her. Trish tightened around him, her wet muscles squeezing his member. She hugged him tightly and he put a hand behind her head to kiss her deeper. He pulled out about halfway before thrusting back in. Their soft moans rang out into their kiss. He thrust in again. And again. And again. The beautiful night was accompanied by the sounds of pleasure of a newlywed couple consummating their marriage.

Every time Dante surged through her inner walls, he felt himself harden. To think that after all they'd been through, even in the course of just six days, led them to this, made his desire for her grow. Each thrust inside felt like a promise, a message that their marriage was only the beginning. Each wet squelch of their juices squirting out was a reminder that their bodies and souls were forever each others'. Each smack of their skin was a signal that they were forever one, joined in many ways. Soon, the passion of two demons in love would make itself known to the world.

Dante sped up, making the bed bounce slightly. He broke the kiss, letting Trish's moans ring out into his face. He leaned down and kissed her neck, feeling her quick pulse against his lips. He softly kissed her sensitive spots, making her gasp and thrust her hips back up at him extra hard, driving her insane.

Trish moaned his name, her heart beating frantically as he pushed into her. She could never imagine life without him again, not without this. The love, the devotion, the sex, the promise. Her folds were wrapped snugly around him, refusing to let him go. It was getting harder for him to pull out, but he persisted. Their thrusts grew in strength.

"Ohh!" Trish moaned. She felt Dante touch her breasts and squeeze them. Her erect nipples pushed into his palms, and the graze of skin jolted a wave of sensitivity through her body. He eventually let them go and brought himself up, watching her breasts jiggle rapidly.

"Dante," she moaned. Her eyes were filled with desire. Reaching her arms up to him like she wanted a hug, she said in a throaty whisper, "Kiss me."

He leaned back down and opened his mouth wide, letting her tongue inside his mouth. Saliva mixed between them, and they happily drank it down. Putting a hand back behind her head and another on her back, Dante brought her up with him, sitting back on the bed as Trish straddled him, bouncing up and down on his length. She wrapped her arms under his, hugging him to her. Once again his strong hard chest pressed into her breasts, making her moan and bounce harder. He tilted her head back, pushing his tongue deeper into her mouth and down her throat. He could feel her tongue pressed flat against his, absorbing his spit like a sponge. Her body sliding up and down him had him so close, he wasn't going to hold on for much longer.

Trish was even closer, unable to take it. All she could think of was the man inside her, the one who showed her the truth of the world, and who freed her from her prison. No more. She didn't have to think about that anymore. All that mattered was Dante, here and now, as well as the future. It was coming soon. Like her.

"Ahh, Dante! I can't-I'm going to-I'm-I'm cumming!"

"Oh Trish!" Dante thrust into her harder, making her scream.

"AAAAHHHHH!"

"Trish!"

Trish exploded, convulsing as cum shot out of her and all over Dante's penis. She clung onto him desperately as her mind let go, going blank as she orgasmed repeatedly, not slowing down. Dante came inside her a moment later, grunting loudly. His torrent of cum blasted out, fighting against hers. Her tunnel was jam packed with juice, so much to the point that some of it trickled out of her and down onto Dante's balls. The couple clung to each other, not daring to let go as their inhibitions let loose. Any disturbance would break the balance of their connection.

Wave after wave of hot cum poured out, mixing with each other and taking another breath out of them. It felt like an eternity until they were finished, the last drops of cum finally petering out. They panted heavily, all out of power. Collapsing back onto the bed together, they held each other as they recovered.

Eventually, silence permeated the room. Their breaths calmed down and soon all that was left was soft breathing. They didn't say anything, all that needed saying had been said. All that was left was for them to bask in the afterglow of their love. Despite their fading consciousness, their passion was stronger than ever.

As sleep started to overtake Trish, she lazily stared into her husband's face. His eyes were closing, and his lips were slightly parted. She could barely remember what he said to her, about learning a lesson. He really did make good on it.

Two devils getting married? She thought to herself before she surrendered to the darkness of sleep. Who would've ever thought?

A/N: While the idea of staged weddings has been done multiple times in Super Sentai, I actually went through with it. But then again, it's Dante and Trish, and for this story it only makes sense. And also I only just realized that the part with asking about the Devil May Cry shop's name was very similar to the Halo 2 Anniversary cutscene with Locke asking Arbiter about calling the Master Chief "demon." I haven't played that game, so it was all unintentional, but the thought came to me and I couldn't shake it. Hope you liked it and please review.