And So It begins.

Dante turned and ran out the door, took a few steps down the street and stopped. Amongst the raindrops fell single drops of blood. Some stained his platinum hair, some bounced of his leather trench coat. Those however would but be noticeable as it had a crimson colour of its own.

"Who are you?" Dante cried looking around.

He had learned from his work that strange events like this tend to lead to a devil or two, but this was different this couldn't have been an ordinary devil. "Answer me damn it! Or at least bring your sorry ass out here and face me!"

Dante was losing patience, devils never usually had this much cunning they where more the al out hack and slash type.

A voice came from behind him.

"Are you the one they call Dante?" The voice was soft and calm, not that of a devil but a human.

Dante still weary turned to look at the person. Standing in front of the door to his bar was a young looking man. But his facial features where hidden by shadow. Much to the surprise of Dante the man was dressed exactly the same as him, although the colour of his clothing was a deep purple.

"Who wants to know?" Dante asked his ready to move at any moment.

"Someone you know all to well." The man answered.

"I am sure you know I have never met you before, who the hell are you?" Dante was getting fairly annoyed with these games.

"You wish to know who I am? I am Dante Son Of Sparda" The man laughed out loud.

Dante nearly stopped breathing, clenching his fists he spoke again, anger in his voice.

"You lie! I am Dante why are you impersonating me? Tell me who you really are or I will send you to the pits of hell." Dante brought his right leg back a bit into a steady stance.

"I am Dante Son Of Sparda, rightful ruler of this planet." The man stepped to the side and a body fell from behind him.

The body belonged to a young girl maybe that of 18 She wore a school blouse ripped apart only partially covering her body, she was on her knees head bowed and breathing heavily.

Her white shirt was now died red with what looked like blood, tears were streaming down her silent face. Dante saw this, in anger he bit his lip, trying to stop himself flying of the handle.

"What the hell have you done to her!" Dante screamed.

"She is mine to rule, I shall do with her what I wish." The man replied calmly.

"Hell no, you have no right to do that, what kind of sicko are you?" Dante knew he would have to take this man out.

"I told you, I am Dante the rightful ruler of this world." With a cruel smile the man turned and place his hand of the girls shoulder, picking her up to her feet. He turned her head to face him the fear in her eyes could have tugged at the conscience of Satan himself. This "Dante" leaned over and kissed her mouth, she pulled away in terror.

The man slapped her and spoke

"You are my subject. So as I will or die." He leaned over once more.

Dante has officially had enough. He reached in to his belt and pulled out his weapons, two guns name ebony and ivory. The speed at which he moved was incredible. He fired of one shot from each gun, both at the same time.

The bullet fired from Ebony hit the man clean in the side of the neck going in one end and out the other, bouncing of the door behind him. The bullet from Ivory hit him in the left knee, sending him down on to it.

The man did not release his grip on the girl. The blood from his neck and leg stopped after a few seconds and the wounds healed over. Dante looked on in surprise...that was one of his traits. Rapid healing.

"Useless aren't you!" The man cried throwing the girl in to the door knocking her unconscious. He stood up and turned to face Dante. Raising his hand over his back he pulled a sword over his shoulder and held it out in front of him.

"Sparda" Dante whispered getting more confused by the second.

Dante readied his own sword his father's sword not Sparda but his straight bladed sword. He looked over at the girl his heart sinking, then looked over at the man.

"You will not live to regret that." He cried running forward to wards the man.

Seeing this impostor ran at Dante trailing Sparda behind. Dante attacked in the same way, his sword behind. The two swung their swords up with incredible force.

When the two blades met at the climax of there uppercuts the force sent the two men in the air and then sliding a few feet back wards.

With out waiting Dante attacked again, he ran forward this time he launched his sword at the impostor. Immediately he re moved his guns and started firing. At the rate he fired you would have thought it was an automatic weapon.

The man parried the in coming sword and knocked it to the side, at the same moment the first of the bullet hit him in the neck once more. The rest swerved clean past the man. Dante did not miss he never missed. This man just re directed the bullets.

Regaining his feet the impostor launched him self at Dante, who holstered his guns and was just catching his returning sword. Sparda was swung across Dantes body, parried it.

The man instantly followed with a lunging stab, the blade of Sparda morphed shape making a more efficient spear. Dante spinning hit the blade to the side and followed threw and swung his sword straight at the head of the impostor.

The man ducked, the blade of Sparda changing back. He slammed the handle of Sparda in to the stomach of Dante doubling him over. He stood up bringing Sparda down in an attempt to decapitate Dante.

Dante however returned the favour; he slammed his handle in to the chest of his attacker sending him back a few paces. He stuck the blade into the ground pushing off it, sending him flying feet first at his attacked.

He slammed both his feet in to the man chest again sending him a few feet back. Letting go of his sword he pulled out his guns once more. Landing on his back facing his impostor he started firing this time the bullets landed.

He put holes on the mans chest, his neck and all his vital organs. The man dropped to his knees. Dante rolled backwards returning his guns to their place and picking up his sword.

"That was for that little girl," he whispered coldly.