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Chapter 1Dante watched as the moon slowly disappeared behind a cloud before moving on. His silver hair glinted as he passed lamp posts, which bathed him with a golden light. To the average passer-by, one would have never thought that this man was half demon; in the lamplight, he looked almost pure and holy. Almost.
Dante allowed a grin to pass over his face as he carried on his nightly hunt. Having received a call stating the presence of evil spirits in a town, he felt the least he could do was check it out. Besides, the guy who had called him was a trusted associate. No false alarms from this guy. And if he was calling, then it was obvious that this was some serious business.
He paused again and frowned. The person who had been following him wasn't exactly skilled. He listened as the stalker came to a clumsy halt and turned quickly, catching the person off guard. Dante drew out one of his twin pistols, Ebony and grabbed the newcomer forcefully by the throat, and watched as the figure sank down onto the hard ground. He smiled almost pleasantly at the expression of horror on her face.
'Don't kill me!' she blubbered. Dante rolled his eyes and let go.
'Who the hell are you?' The girl took a step back and lowered her eyes, her hands bunching into fists. 'Tell me quick.'
'My name is Orissa.' Dante came towards her and was surprised to see that she stood her ground, her brown eyes glinting slightly in the lamplight. 'And I've come to warn you.'
'Warn me? About what?' It was Orissa's turn to smile.
'To warn you about the new quest you face. Mundus is back.' Dante laughed.
'I can take care of it. I've done it once before. What's to stop me doing it again?' Orissa struggled to keep her temper.
'Your arrogance will cost you your life, Dante, son of Sparda. I know who you are. Don't think for a minute I don't. That's why I had to warn you. Mundus is back and he's stronger than ever.' Dante rolled his eyes.
'Where have I heard that one before? Listen, Kid. If you really knew who I was, then you'd know that I can handle this.' Orissa looked past him, and watched as a shadow began to fall over the Devil Hunter.
'If you really think that…then I suppose you'll find him no problem.' Orissa stepped back again, melting into the shadows. Dante slowly turned around, sensing a huge power behind him. His blue eyes lit up with the light of battle as he turned to face his new foe.
He was barely able to react before he found a huge barrier of flame surrounding him. He looked around, for the first time, feeling panic. The smoke was rising, blinding him, ensuring he was unable to see his adversary. Something seemed to fly at him from the swirling smoke. He heard first the crunch of bones, his bones and then felt the excruciating pain.
He sank to the ground, one hand to his side, gasping in pain. He straightened up again, expecting his body to have healed again. No such luck. Dante snarled in pain, his eyes watering as the black smoke stung his eyes, further impairing his vision. He heard another voice beside him, high pitched and shrill, speaking a language he did not understand.
'Gittarra!' A shower of rain hit against him and he could hear a dull hiss. The heat was no more. 'Get up, Dante!' He recognised the voice as Orissa's and tried to stand again, his pride getting the better of him.
'I'm fine!' he snarled, more with pain than rage. He coughed. It was a wet sound. Orissa watched in concern as blood oozed from his mouth. Dante looked at her in shock and struggled to stand by himself. He cried out again before he crumpled to the ground, a senseless heap.