Devil May Cry: Under A Black Dawn

Chapter 2: Yet We Held Our Inner Demons . . .

Darkness . . .silence . . .they rang like shill voice around a once active and once populate domain. The street fogged on haze from smoking cars which people passed out while driving. In this outwake of silence people laid in the streets and structures unaware of the independent shadow lurking toward them. They were shadows without the aid of a physical form to cast. These creatures, known as "djinn", had no physical form and therefore could not harm a flea. However, when they entered the shadows of any living thing, a possession took place. . . in which they can reanimate the body and controlled it as their own. They were shunned from possessing humans for centuries either by the thwarting power of the light of day or human's will to break free of their control . . .until now. The demonic shadows ran amuck finding the shadows of human unconscious where they laid, and one by one the shadows of the possessed disappeared and the shell of the victim was slowly return to life but the djinn was in control.

One certain djinn so happen to be sliding against the carpet and the furniture in its path. It paused for a moment in notice of the dog laying the doorway with a hinting wish that it could tormented it, but its desire to find a body urge it to move on. It stopped and exposed its glowing crimson eyes to the lamplight that shining next to the bed. Not far from the bed lied the lifeless form of a young woman . . .a body the demon wanted. The djinn gazed at her beauty from a dexterousness of her form to boldness of her auburn hair scattering against the ivory carpeting. It crept closer searching for her shadow snarling at the any other djinn looking to capture this body. It's mine . . .

The shadow went in for the capture, but her shadow reacted with a flare of energy shoot like a bolt of lighting that frightening it to the wall. .What is this power? It hissed in shock, yet it had no choice but to witness what about to take. The djinn slid up the wall gawking at her shadow as it came to life enlarging into the form of a raging being under her body. The djinn shuddered at the roar the beastly shadow gave, and dark azure flames rose from it then her heart glowed with a pounding rhythm of beats as if it was greeting the surrounding blaze. The flames accepted the welcome pouring into her body though the chest without a scar or puncture in entrance. Her body cringed at the transfer jerking violently. . . until the shadow reverting to it original shape. The room was rimmed with silence . . . silence as her hand twitched, and eventually her eyes opened. Sayla sat up confused gazing at the clock as radiated a seven-thirty with the P.M. dot next to it.
Was I dreaming? She thought. As the shadowy demon hid in the darkness of the room, she slowly came to her feet examining her atmosphere. It appeared unchanged disregarding the presence of darkness that has taken over, and the sky with ambient crimson storms. Her partial-adept ability in witchcraft sensed a shift in the aura from the silence that she reached underneath the pillow of her bed slowly drawing out the Beretta M93R. On the nightstand, an eerie sound emitted from silver wired bangle in which smooth blood violet stone, about the size of a half-dollar. She eyed at it for a moment before taking it up and placing it on her left wrist. The metal reacted in any living thing as the metal wire hugged her wrist as if she was being held captive.

The bedroom door opened where she walked cautiously though the den with the gun raised and cocked. She opened the horizontal blinds seeing the darkness kissed sun as it blazed over the horizon. Suddenly, she turned to the source of whimpering where a dog hid himself inside the pantry where the door was slightly ajar.

"Tremor! You big softly! Come outta there." The dog whimpered shaking its head a few times before reluctantly out of the pantry. Sayla dropped to her knee with relief on her face, but before she can let her guard down odd note was put into her mind. The kitchen light was on the whole time, yet her dog cast no shadow. She gave the cautious look toward Tremor who sensed the change of her face to the discovery and without warning lugged at her. She kicked the dog back getting to her feet. Tremor's eyes glow a deep red, and sharp appendages grew in various place of the enraged animal. She pointed the gun at her best friend who changed before her staring her down like a helpless prey. An enlarged spiked tail struck at her and knocked the gun to the other side of the room. Demonic canine gave a humorous snarled and made a finishing tackle at her. Sayla felt her senses disturbed when the stone of her armlet glowed fiercely as a flaming blade of energy was formed. Whether or not it was instinct, she welded the blade skillfully in an up-crossed stoke slashed the creature's belly while the beast in mid-air. The corpse dropped to the ground before gradually returning to normal. A shadowy demon jettisoned itself from her companion's corpse and looked at her in disgust before attempting to escape. Sayla swiftly jabbed it down with the blade. As shadow vanished in a hail of smoke, the energy blade retracted back into the jewel and Sayla looked even more confused that she was when she woke up. . .

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A droplet of water splashed against Dante's cheek, and he woke in stir in the darkness of the subway looking at the eroding railways and the crackling sparks on broken circuitry. After a while, he got to his feet and began walking for the way out with the Force Edge at hand. Halfway to the exit, the attendant that led him to the subway cat problem earlier was there knocked out with bruise in her leg where she supposedly fell.

"Are you right?" Dante shook her at the shoulder. It didn't seem like she was going to wake up, but suddenly . . .her abulia ended with a moan as she opened her eyes looking at the red-clothed individual in the darkness.

"Uh . . .I don't know . . .What happened?"

"I wished I knew. You must have fell somewhere along the line. Come on, let's see if we can do something about that leg." Dante offered his hand as the employee who looked at him like a total stranger but said nothing.  She took his hand, rose to her feet, and followed Dante though the dark tunnel in a limp. The station's light was bright and lively as they stepped into boarding section. Dante thrust himself from elevation between the tracks and the station before helping her up off the tracks. The place was where noise abandoned the halls, the ticket booths, and even the trains themselves. One of the train remained it was, people seem to fell asleep from where they stood. Dante walked ahead looking at this unusual scene in the station, which was anything but normal. The victims of 'sleeping' so happen have no shadow to the light. In fact, the only shadow present from a living being was his . . .his alone. Dante turned around at the attendant whose innocent expression changed into the dangerous glare while his shadow was being controlled that it would gather around Dante into like tar-like substance suddenly seizing the legs then arms until the demon hunter was trapped in the binds of his own shadow.

"Look like you figured the truth a little too soon. Oh well, you never know what can give you away nowadays," The attendant laughed maliciously while the whites of her eyes blacken and the iris glowed red. She closed her fist tighter and Dante's bond grip even harsh in response. She raising her another hand out with nail point at him. "Now, die!" Without another whisper, fingernails lengthened launching at a speed no human could flow.

However, Dante wasn't human . . . .the sharp nails thrusting at him found themselves shattering a feet away from his face. The force unveiled itself in the form of fire in mix hues of black and red. Dante unleashed this dark force of his father legacy to break the bonds at the demon processed woman's reaction of astonishment, then a silver gun was pointed at the demon.

The demon panicked, "Wait, you can't killed me."

"Yeah?" Dante brought out the Ebony in disbelief, "And why not?"

"Are you that naive?" The demon smirked, "You killed me and you killed this innocent girl, too . . .The same for everyone here."

"Damn you," Dante cursed under his breath and the demon laughed. What did she mean by everyone? It was not very long before that question was answered . . .he found himself evading a skillfully thrown pocketknife from a group that standing in the same changes of appearance that attendant took. He saw that he was obviously outnumbered the pair of handmade gun begin feeding bullets at the pipes in the ceiling above the approaching masses, and the reason why he done it was simple. The punctures in the pipes released a burst of cold water on the legion thus accomplishing the need of a good distraction.

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"Nice shooting at ya" Sayla gave a treating salute with her pistol at the shattering mask and scissors before continuing down the hallway. The elevator as well as the exit here were beyond with her reach, and infamous Sin Demon were not making her escape easy. She had spun around hastily releasing a 3 shot burst directly at the mask of another sin. Her reaction toward another sin was caught off-guard and she didn't have time to dodge the scythe before contacting her thigh. After proper shoot the last burst in the gun's clip, the sin scythe dispersed leaving a blood-curling scream in it departure.

What happening to me? Sayla's mind screamed while leaning against clutching to her bleeding leg. The wound wasn't very deep, but the pain was very reminding that the blade had almost severed a major artery. Her heart pounded inhumanly louder and louder thwarting almost all the sounds even the laughing of the ghosts-like entities that pursue her though the hallways of the condominium. She pushed herself upward hoping to get momentum to run, but her strength ultimately failed her as she dropped in the middle of the hallway kneeing like someone waits for the executor's axe. Just then, the ghosts materialize though the wall. . .

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Ivory and Ebony blazed a fury of bullets toward the pursing demons to provide some delaying confusion enough for Dante to ascend up the stairs. His back turn toward the exit and the gun pointed at the pursuing monsters that have enlarged in size over the time he was underground. Finally, he reached the street to find the destruction that was once a lively city. Cars were piled in the street. Poles and streetlight was bent. A hydrant was knocked away explaining the water flooding the streets further down. Sky glowed dim mix of gold, crimson, and black. The shadows that pursed him so eagerly froze in fear and slowly begin retreating into the subways. Dante lowered his guns before a glass shattered from the window above him. He rolled out of the way from the fallen glass and from the blur slam to the ground. Dante watched a beast stand up from the jump, but he didn't notice the smashed mask of sin underneath its claws. Many horns begin come out from in the wolf humanoid to ram-like curve around the head and sharp spindle lined on the spine and it stared down Dante with its golden eyes.

"My, My, What big teeth we have." Dante smirked as he welding Ivory and Ebony.

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Whew, not my best chapter I afraid.

In regards to the first chapter, I know that Dante changed the name to Devil Never Cry at the end of game, but that doesn't mean that he couldn't back it back. So, don't say anything about, m'okay.

It fic is dangerously close to being called alternate universe.

If you don't like surprises, DOOM ON YA because there would be a lot of them if I can't help it.

I am sorry for my abandoning of this fic for a while. . If it wasn't the reviews sent only God knows when I would have came back to it.

How about ending the chapter with an enemy file this maybe overdoing it. I am thinking about creating a file of new enemies, but I won't come to a decision until the next chapter. . .Here's a rough preview.

Dijinn (3/??)

-They are pure spirits and like shadows unaffected any physical means, so guns are rendered very ineffective.

-Although they are spirits, mythical weapons such as the Force Edge and Ragetamer gauntlet somehow have a thwarted effect to their sprit force. Attack them with these weapon swiftly before they get a chance to process any humans that maybe be lying around.

-Some higher grades of these demons in a human body will use your own shadows against you.