Chapter One - "If I Was A Giant Lava-Spider, I'd Step On YOU!"
"Damn you, stupid Phantom!" I screamed, irritated at that seemingly immortal lava-spider, "Why can't you be a good boy and die!" I mashed the buttons until I thought my bones would pop right through the skin. I was having such a tough time killing that stupid boss on the game called Devil May Cry, in which you are a demon-hunter who, well, hunts demons obviously.
It was my 16th birthday, and my parents had bought me this game. I was so happy I couldn't wait to try it out, and I said my thanks as I raced down to where my beloved PS2 was housed. I popped in the disc without a second thought and immediately submersed myself into this fantastic new world. My only other present I had gotten was a so called 'demon's blood' ring, which supposedly made your heart's only wish come true while wearing it. Sounds pretty cheesy doesn't it? Well, being the superstitious girl I am, I tried it on and was immediately awed by its pure crystalline beauty. Its was a deep maroon, like the color of freshly spilled blood. I suppose that's where they got the name. I decided I never wanted to take it off, because, one, I could show it off at school, and two, it might just give me a little good luck. Well, it didn't seem to work very nicely in combination with very large spiders made out of lava and rock.
"How am I ever gonna beat this stupid thing!" I would always yell, after finding out another of my "flawless strageties" had failed me again. "I swear, if only I could step on YOU like an ant!" I would insult the pixelated evil, like it was actually listening to me. And it seemed everytime I insulted it, it would get harder to even slightly hurt, so for a second I thought it actually could hear me. I know, just a pinch of paranoia, but I still thought about it.
And to add to the cream of the crop, I would actually have dreams about DMC. I would dream about kicking some spider ass, being a half-blooded demon, being a swordsman, (well, swordswoman in my case) and hanging out with my main man, Dante. But the thing that always seemed freaky to me was that in all of my dreams, the characters seemed to actually recognize me. Like we were best friends or something. Except for the bosses, ya know, 'cause they sorta wanted my head served on a platter, and it's a bit tough to be best friends with someone like that.
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Woo! Hello people of Fanfiction.net! (I'm really bad at this author's note thing, so sue me.) Anyways, this is my first attempt at writing a fanfic, and hopefully people will like it. (Yeah, right... o_O) Since this is a DMC fanfic, I guess I need to add that I don't own Dante or any of the other DMC characters that show up in the game, or the enemies, (Shadows, Blades, stuff like that.) I do however own Xyphos, and I guess Maria and Alca.. (even though they're based on my friends.) So, I hope you guys enjoy the story! Please review if you have the time! ^_^
"Damn you, stupid Phantom!" I screamed, irritated at that seemingly immortal lava-spider, "Why can't you be a good boy and die!" I mashed the buttons until I thought my bones would pop right through the skin. I was having such a tough time killing that stupid boss on the game called Devil May Cry, in which you are a demon-hunter who, well, hunts demons obviously.
It was my 16th birthday, and my parents had bought me this game. I was so happy I couldn't wait to try it out, and I said my thanks as I raced down to where my beloved PS2 was housed. I popped in the disc without a second thought and immediately submersed myself into this fantastic new world. My only other present I had gotten was a so called 'demon's blood' ring, which supposedly made your heart's only wish come true while wearing it. Sounds pretty cheesy doesn't it? Well, being the superstitious girl I am, I tried it on and was immediately awed by its pure crystalline beauty. Its was a deep maroon, like the color of freshly spilled blood. I suppose that's where they got the name. I decided I never wanted to take it off, because, one, I could show it off at school, and two, it might just give me a little good luck. Well, it didn't seem to work very nicely in combination with very large spiders made out of lava and rock.
"How am I ever gonna beat this stupid thing!" I would always yell, after finding out another of my "flawless strageties" had failed me again. "I swear, if only I could step on YOU like an ant!" I would insult the pixelated evil, like it was actually listening to me. And it seemed everytime I insulted it, it would get harder to even slightly hurt, so for a second I thought it actually could hear me. I know, just a pinch of paranoia, but I still thought about it.
And to add to the cream of the crop, I would actually have dreams about DMC. I would dream about kicking some spider ass, being a half-blooded demon, being a swordsman, (well, swordswoman in my case) and hanging out with my main man, Dante. But the thing that always seemed freaky to me was that in all of my dreams, the characters seemed to actually recognize me. Like we were best friends or something. Except for the bosses, ya know, 'cause they sorta wanted my head served on a platter, and it's a bit tough to be best friends with someone like that.
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Woo! Hello people of Fanfiction.net! (I'm really bad at this author's note thing, so sue me.) Anyways, this is my first attempt at writing a fanfic, and hopefully people will like it. (Yeah, right... o_O) Since this is a DMC fanfic, I guess I need to add that I don't own Dante or any of the other DMC characters that show up in the game, or the enemies, (Shadows, Blades, stuff like that.) I do however own Xyphos, and I guess Maria and Alca.. (even though they're based on my friends.) So, I hope you guys enjoy the story! Please review if you have the time! ^_^