The Son of Sparda Returns
By: Zimfreak1
Chapter 1: The Hunter becomes the Hunted.
Dante sat behind his desk, cleaning his pistols, Ebony and Ivory. It had been a slow week at Devil May Cry; his last case was a simple extermination. A thin, sickly looking man walked in and requested that he get rid of some demons from his office building. Dante remembered that he had only fired four bullets. Three Beelzebub (fly-like creatures) had been in the in the break room. This was no more than an annoyance to Dante to take them out. He charged his client much more for wasting his time. The man was more than happy to oblige.
There had been too many of these simple cases lately. Dante oiled Ebony. He loved those guns, he had put people in the hospital for touching those guns, and he had killed countless demons with those guns. Dante disassembled Ivory. He had been longing for a real case, something to get his blood pumping, for quite some time now. He put his guns back together. He had no sooner done this, then his door opened and a dark robed figure stepped through the door. "Here we go." Dante thought, smiling in anticipation. The robed figure sat down in the high-backed chair in front of Dante's desk. "Son of Sparda," The creature hissed in a raspy tone, "I have a job for you." "I'm listening Slick." said Dante. For a demon, Dante was a bit of a punk, showing no respect to anyone. "My name," the creature said with just a hint of annoyance, "Is Flief. I have a problem with an associate of mine named Wraith, he has stolen something very valuable to me and I want it back." It spoke in a very deliberate drawn out tone. "So it's a hit? Fine, where is Wraith?" "He will find you." Flief rasped. With this Flief vanished into thin air.
Dante knew something was wrong, he rolled to the side and grabbed his sword. He then picked up his guns. A massive explosion rocked the building and a gaping hole had appeared on the western wall. A demon stood there, clad in plate armor, head under a helmet similar to a Sugar Loaf Great Helm. (Author's note: This is a European style of helmet.) Two glowing read eyes glared at Dante through the eye slits of the helmet. "You must be Wraith." Dante said. "It isn't nice to break people's walls like that." He drew his sword. "Gorlomdomi." said Wraith. Dante couldn't move. He had been placed under a powerful dark spell. "Your gonna pay for that wall." "SILENCE!" Wraith boomed. "You die now son of Sparda." He raised a large, rusty battle axe.
By: Zimfreak1
Chapter 1: The Hunter becomes the Hunted.
Dante sat behind his desk, cleaning his pistols, Ebony and Ivory. It had been a slow week at Devil May Cry; his last case was a simple extermination. A thin, sickly looking man walked in and requested that he get rid of some demons from his office building. Dante remembered that he had only fired four bullets. Three Beelzebub (fly-like creatures) had been in the in the break room. This was no more than an annoyance to Dante to take them out. He charged his client much more for wasting his time. The man was more than happy to oblige.
There had been too many of these simple cases lately. Dante oiled Ebony. He loved those guns, he had put people in the hospital for touching those guns, and he had killed countless demons with those guns. Dante disassembled Ivory. He had been longing for a real case, something to get his blood pumping, for quite some time now. He put his guns back together. He had no sooner done this, then his door opened and a dark robed figure stepped through the door. "Here we go." Dante thought, smiling in anticipation. The robed figure sat down in the high-backed chair in front of Dante's desk. "Son of Sparda," The creature hissed in a raspy tone, "I have a job for you." "I'm listening Slick." said Dante. For a demon, Dante was a bit of a punk, showing no respect to anyone. "My name," the creature said with just a hint of annoyance, "Is Flief. I have a problem with an associate of mine named Wraith, he has stolen something very valuable to me and I want it back." It spoke in a very deliberate drawn out tone. "So it's a hit? Fine, where is Wraith?" "He will find you." Flief rasped. With this Flief vanished into thin air.
Dante knew something was wrong, he rolled to the side and grabbed his sword. He then picked up his guns. A massive explosion rocked the building and a gaping hole had appeared on the western wall. A demon stood there, clad in plate armor, head under a helmet similar to a Sugar Loaf Great Helm. (Author's note: This is a European style of helmet.) Two glowing read eyes glared at Dante through the eye slits of the helmet. "You must be Wraith." Dante said. "It isn't nice to break people's walls like that." He drew his sword. "Gorlomdomi." said Wraith. Dante couldn't move. He had been placed under a powerful dark spell. "Your gonna pay for that wall." "SILENCE!" Wraith boomed. "You die now son of Sparda." He raised a large, rusty battle axe.