Crimson: A Devil May Cry Fanfiction

Author's Note: It being well over a year since I last wrote a fanfiction, I really don't know what I'm doing lurking back over in this category of writing. Regardless, seeing as I'm extremely new to Devil May Cry, having just bought the game a week prior to writing this message, a lot of things may be wrong in this fanfiction.

Before we go farther with the story, I'll take this time to state just what may be wrong with the following writing, and the things I knowingly changed. To begin with, the setting of this story is that around the time of the beginning of the first game, or before. However, there is no Trish, and this does not take place anywhere near Mallet Island. There are reasons for this: One being I do not know enough about Trish or the architecture/mapping of Mallet Island to write a decent fanfiction revolving around that; two is I simply like writing things that completely mess with the timeline of the story. Do not kill me for this.

Lastly, I would like to state that I do not own Dante, nor do I own Devil May Cry. I do, however, own the heroine, Mackenzie ('Zie), and any other character not mentioned in the video game.

Now, enough of my jabbering (I promise next chapter I won't write as much in the author's note). This is a short chapter, it being the prologue in all actuality. I promise the rest will be longer in content. Onto the story!

Crimson

Prologue

                They said the house behind the woods was haunted, that if one were to pass it, even in broad daylight, you could hear the moan and shrieks of ghostly creatures, lurking in the shadows, waiting for their prey. However, I never held any truth to these tales. To me, the house behind the forest was just that: a house. It was with this faith that my best friend and lover, Jason Black, ventured into that dismal rotting mansion.

                That same day he disappeared. No one bothered to search the house. No one bothered to listen to my pleas, my cries that he was in that house. No one wanted to believe that Jason Black, an intern for a large cooperation, son of the wealthiest man in town, and graduate of Harvard, would be as foolish as to enter that place alone.

                To me, the rumors are no longer that of a child's story. They are as real as the sky, as the trees, as the life of a newborn child. They are now my reality. I can only pray that when I decide to venture into that house alone, I can find closure to my lover's disappearance, if not my own death. A suicide mission? Perhaps, but not without the proper precautions. I wouldn't go into that place alone. I would go with him.

                They say he's picky about jobs – won't do one even if it offered thousands in payments. They also say that if you give him a job involving the paranormal, demons, or other creatures of fantasy, he'll take it without another thought. That's why he's my man when it comes to looking for Jason, because right now, I can only believe that something other than that of which dwells in this world is keeping my other half from me. This man that they call Dante Sparda, he will be the one I lay the job of finding Jason with. He will help me. He must.

                "Devil May Cry," the voice that answered the phone was clearly a man. A good sign, for after asking around about where to find this Dante Sparda, I had been given the correct number after all. I had my doubts about it, since it was given to me a drunkard, but no one else seemed to know how to contact the man.

                I took a deep breathe, wondering where to begin. I supposed it would be best to start off simple, having no need to dump the man with my woes and pain. "I have a job for you, if you would take it," I began, my voice shaking, "Recently a good friend of mine has disappeared, and I've reason to believe that the reason behind his disappearance is, how you say, otherworldly. I know it may be a lot to ask of you, to come only to examine a house for paranormal activity, but no one else would believe me when—"

                He cut me short, causing me to immediately believe that he would turn down the job, although his respond was quite different, "How much would you pay?" My doubts returned to me. They say this is the man that took any paranormal job for next to nothing, and yet he was questioning the terms of money. But who was I to refuse the question, for he must be interested in the job is he cared to ask?

                "I'm not sure. I have very little to offer in the terms of money, but if you manage to find my friend while examining this house, I can guarantee the pay will be plenty. More than."

                The man, Dante, I assume, grunted, before asking me to meet him in near this house to farther discuss the terms of  my little job. I readily agreed, hanging onto my thread of a hope of getting this man to helping me find my love.

                "I'll meet you there at midnight, then," Dante remarked, before the reassuring click of a phone being hung up reached my ears. Not much a person to haggle on times, was he? But midnight it was, and I would surely meet him. After all, I had very little choice in the matter. It was either gain his help or enter that house alone, although neither was an appealing option to me, going with this Dante seemed safer, and my fear was only a small price to pay for getting Jason back.

                Jason, this was all for Jason.