DemonicAngel19, SecretsOfPandora Legendary knight, THANX FOR REVIEWING! Real glad ya'll like it.

Unfortunately…due to some bad personal things in my life, grammar isn't really a big strong suite with me. I would really appreciate it if you slapped me with mistakes when I make them.

Disclaimer: don't own dmc. Caprom does.

Is there a disclaimer for goddesses?

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Sekhmet screamed, cursing the name of Sparda for all her court to hear. She was furious with rage. Her maids winced and cringed as she spat out obscene curses in her native and ancient tongue.

"How dare she! She had no right to interfere!" she hissed, "I will make her pay!"

Her two demon warriors looked at each other in fear, knowing full well that they would get the brunt of the ancient goddess's fury. Their scaly hides still feeling the effects of the last battle with Dante.

"More to the point," she hissed again, "How did she manage to gain access to him?"

"Well…you see…we…ah…" the male stammered, his companion merely stared silently at the marbled floor.

The goddess raised a thin chocolate coloured eyebrow, awaiting an answer she knew she wouldn't like. She had had plans for the half demon, intending to have him at the forefront of the upcoming battle she planned to start.

Intending to have him by her side for eternity as partner, lover and general of her vast army. He would rule over the mortal realm and she, over the heavens.

However, when the mother of all goddesses, Isis, had interfered, her plans had been altered. Now, she had to anticipate Isis's next move. That would not be easy.

What plans does she have in store for him? she shifted her weight, sliding a little further down the elegant chair.

It wasn't often that she was in her human form, normally opting to be the vision of a beast. Striking fear into the hearts of her enemies with her form but making said enemies into hopeless fools of love in her human shape.

Her long slit skirt showing off her toned and muscled legs. She tapped her long finger nails gently on them, thinking over the goddess's involvement.

"Isis…why does that one being interest you?" she asked aloud, "Why did you allow him death but revive him only hours later?"

Both demons at her feet seemed relieved to find out that they had been forgotten for the moment. They grovelled at her feet, both lowering their heads.

Sekhmet slowly stood up, shaking her tightly braided hair, "This makes no sense for you."

She turned her attention back to the two demons at her feet, "Tell me exactly what happened. Now! Or I will send you to Sokar for all eternity!"

The female demon found her tongue, "Just as we were about to plunge the knife deeper into his chest for a second time…"

Sekhmet raised her hand, bracelets falling down her slender wrist. Each one made of pure gold and silver, clinking like little bells as they fell on one another.

"For a second time? The spell was only meant for one attempt!" again she screamed in frustration.

"We did not fully realise the strength of the demonic form of Sparda's son. His chest was much harder to penetrate than we thought," the female calmly explained, "Just as we pierced the armour, Isis and her guards appeared. We barely escaped with our lives."

Sekhmet gave them a cold yet beautiful smile, "You will wish that you hadn't if you fail me once more."

"Go and get me the son of Sparda," Sekhmet raised her head and stared out of the ornate window, "I will not tolerate failure twice."

Both her minions looked at each other with concern, both unwitting to accomplish the task yet both fearful for their lives if they did not do it. They slinked out, keeping their scaly forms low to the ground.

Sekhmet sat at one of her window benches, reclining lazily as the demons left her. Just as lazily she stretched to reach for her lotion, clicking her fingers for one of her maids.

She could barely contain her frustration at not having Dante sleeping beside her right now. No man alive could refuse her, so perhaps a much more personal and intimate meeting should be arranged should her minions fail her again?

She could seduce him with all her womanly charm and grace. After all, in her human form, she was after all Hathor. Beloved by all mankind.

Sparda residence….

"Who are you and what the fuck are you doing in my house?" Dante spat as he gracefully pulled out Ebony and Ivory.

Quickly, he went to the intruder. Expertly placing the muzzle of Ivory at the base of the man's head. He felt him tense instantly, hear the breathing and heart beat quicken.

"…It's me. Arman," the man stated quickly and clearly, "Jesus Dante, I thought you were dead!"

Dante shivered in the cold house. Ivory responded to it's wielder's hold by vibrating gently against Arman's head.

So many emotions threatened to cascade over him, "Arman…I…"

Dante stepped back, allowing Arman to go free. Ivory was dropped heavily to the floor where it's sister, Ebony quickly followed. Arman slowly turned round, taking his time.

He took an involuntary intake of breath as he saw his friend. This couldn't of been Dante Sparda, this being in front of his eyes…his eyes looked haunted.

Dante Sparda would never of stood shaking like a leaf, the man was a walking sarcasm factory and one bad assed son-of-a-bitch. Who in the name of hell was this facsimile?

"Where's Abbey?" Arman stayed still, not wanting his best friend to beat the crap out of him if he made any sudden movements.

That question got a painful choked back sob, the look on Dante's face was one of pain and immense sorrow. Arman forgot his own survival instincts and grabbed Dante as the younger half demon fell forward.

"Shit…what the hell happened to you Dante? The hell ya been?" Arman held the silver haired half human close to him, amazed at how cold his friend was.

The home was cold and the silver haired being was soaked to the bone. His famous long dark crimson leather coat, not the best thing to be caught out in, stuck to the toned muscles in his upper body.

The son of Sparda's hands were like ice as one tightly clutched onto Arman's thin coat. The older man stifled back a cry of surprise as the other hand clasped loosely round his wrist.

It was like having a dead man touch you after he had been in the morgue for a few days. Dante's shivering seemed to course throughout his entire body, every word he tried to get out ended up in an uncontrollable sob.

Every question the older man had wouldn't be answered tonight. Dante was to busy battling some internal demons, trying to get a grip on whatever had happened.

He prised his friend long enough to quickly check him over, looking for any type of external injury. He found one, Dante's waistcoat had been slashed down the front, near his heart.

"Dante…what happened?" Arman repeated slowly.

No reply except from that pitiful sob that the legendary bounty hunter been reduced to. Something, something horrible must of happened to cause the emotional wreck in front of him. He feared the worse for Abbey and Shay.

He ventured an explanation, could taste the bile in his throat. The words sounded odd and empty.

"Abbey and Shay are dead aren't they?"

Arman held his friend close to him, trying his best to ignore what was going through his mind. However, he felt a nod on his chest and another intake of breath.

No…Lei would of said something. Lei would of rang and in his own way told him that something very bad had happened to the family of Dante. Speaking of the telepathic demon, where in the name of hell was he?

Lei would be more suited to comforting Dante and certainly wouldn't of minded holding him like this either.

A small to do list formed in Arman's mind.

First was to take care of Dante, second was to find out what happened to Abbey and Shay. Dead or not, they deserved it. Third, well, that was easy. Find the son-of-a-bitch that did this and kick the shit outta them.

Nothing too major, nothing too small either. Just a small list that he could do. As much as the other two seemed impossible, just how the heck was he going to make Dante better or comfortable?

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Lei's Residence

"You better come quick man," Arman's crisp and ever so slightly patronizing voice came through on the answer phone, "Looks like DS has got some major BS in his life right now."

Tiredly, Lei rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and blinked a few times at his rather offending answer machine. Arman knew full well that the telepath was on a all weekend bender.

Lei knew his hair stuck out in all sorts of fun ways as he rubbed the back of his head. Why had the man phoned him? What in the name of all things that weren't holy did he mean by that message?

Images flashed through his skull, bombarding his eyes with scenes he really didn't want. It took all his strength not to cry out in horror as he took the pain and death in.

…oh…god, Lei fought back the urge to throw up, knowing that that it would not look too good on his wife who was sleeping peacefully.

The immense alcohol that he had partaken in over the past few nights had still not left his system, he could feel the drug like effects on his system as he slowly swung his legs over the side of the double bed.

The room swaying forward and his vision blurred as he slowly and carefully made his way across the room to the en suite bathroom. He stopped when he reached the sink, well, when he banged right into it.

Slowly, he turned the tap on allowing the water to run for a few minutes. Watching as the liquid cascaded from the faucet. He stood for about five minutes, watching the fluid run down the drain.

Yawning seemed to be a new hobby for him, he could barely keep his eyes open but Dante needed his help.

He cupped his hands and splashed water over his face, knowing full well that the action would only keep him awake long to apply a second application of the cold water.

You should of seen this coming you fucking moron, Lei's reasonable and sober voice scolded, you are the telepath and physic one.

Shut up, the other voice sighed, I hate me when I'm drunk.

Don't drink and we won't have this problem, the voice sounded reasonable in it's request.

"You're a fucking mess Lei. Ya know that?" he muttered quietly, "I mean, what's a few nasty visions once in a while compared to all the shit that Dante has been through?"

Lei brought his gaze up to the mirror above the sink, his eyes taking a moment to focus with the new movement. Small water droplets ran down his face and even to him, he looked wasted.

He closed his eyes, trying to banish away the earlier images when new ones sprang up. He frowned, trying to get a clear picture, the scene distorted by something. Water? No…it was thicker than water. It felt like something was grapping his legs but he knew there wasn't.

He was nice and safe in his own home, drunk but safe. This had happened or was going to happen to someone.

"There's someone at the door Lei sweetheart," his wife Rachel had woken up, hearing someone at the front door.

The telepath frowned, who could be calling at this hour? Very few people knew where he lived, that included the damned in-laws.

"Damn late for religion converters and way to late for the guides to be selling cookies," Lei offered as he made his way from the bathroom, brushing his fingertips lightly against the wall.

"If it's your mother," Lei called back with his slight Scottish accent, "I'm sending her back to hell on the first bus back."

He made his way to the front door, crashing into almost everything that he could. He tripped over his own feet, almost knocking himself out in the process.

"You okay?" Rachel called out.

"Yeah…the floor moved," Lei closed his eyes before standing back up, the knocking on the door getting louder and ever more urgent.

"Alright! Alright! I get the damn idea!" Lei called to the visitor, "Better be the best damn cookies ever…"

Lei opened the door quickly and frowned at the callers, "You're not my mother in law are you?"

He didn't even feel the punch that threw him backwards. Couldn't remember hearing his wife scream in shock.

He did, however, as much as he hated to admit it later, hear the damn old cliché being used.

"Should of seen that one coming eh?"

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I know….couldn't help myself! It's been a while since I got **really** drunk so I had to recall the whole room spinning and how u feel after a few hours kip from memory. Hope it's alright. Also, I know Dante's ooc right now stay with me!