Chapter 2-Another Mission
2 millennium ago, there was a war. A war between the human world and the other, the underworld. But one Demon rose up against the rest and fought for the humans. Single-handedly, he stopped the Demon king Mundus, from destroying the human world. This Demon knight was named Sparda.
Afterwards, he stayed in the human world and reigned over it peacefully, leading to an age of prosperity to last. But all legends, even those of incredible Demons must end eventually. Yet even as he meet his final moment, he died knowing happily that his bloodline would continue.
Present day, three months ago, Dante, the powerful son of the legendary Sparda, faced off against the return of the King of Demons as did his father did so long ago. Waking up to justice and with revenge in his heart, he and the demon woman, Trish, sent Mundus back to the Hell from which he came.
Of course, evil never truly leaves, and the legend has not passed. As he was before he faced Mundus, he is still Hunter. A Hunter of Demons. He anxiously awaits the day on which he has to fight again for the sake of himself and for the sake of humanity itself…….or at least get some excitement back in.
Ever since he had taken down the big and bad Mundus, things have kind of dropped dead, pardon the pun. Demon sightings now rate of "Hey, it's a little one! Kill it!", to just plain "Damn!", and not in a good way either. And the only time the real good Demons come out, once in a blue moon literally, they all do the exact same thing, each and every frigging time. They come with their hands on their balls, pun intended, and break down his front doors to his office. And each time he ends up doing then what he's doing now! Fixing the damn things back up! Trish wont do it because half the time, she busy with something else!
You know, at one point, when it first started, Dante thought that the new partnership of the small business, "Devil Never Cry", with Trish by his side would be easy, enjoyable and fun. Or at least enjoyable. And it was that in the beginning. It's just over time as Trish gets closer to Dante, Dante goes farther away. It's not that she isn't endowed, which she is wonderfully, its just that she was created to remind him of his mom in order to stop or slow him down. That and get him killed. Well, one point to Mundus because it's affecting him more then he thought it would. So a relationship with her would feel a bit awkward and Dante did not work well in awkward positions. That….and she was a bit of a control freak.
But it was nice to have her around. It added more of the personality that Dante had to the environment. And that tended to liven things up a bit. But still, she could have at least stayed to help fix the doors but no, she had to leave for that Demon sighting in El Satanic. Even if it was a clear three hundred miles away in the middle of the dessert.
Giving the hammer one good swing, nailing his last un-bandaged finger, Dante had had enough with the damn doors and launched the hammer clear across the room slicing the phone on his desk in half. Now with a near broken index finger and a broken phone, that and a pretty big hole in the wall, Dante groaned in frustration and started spewing curses in every direction until he decided to go and get the hammer still shouting profane words even Demons would find seriously offensive. Finding the hammer in the wall itself, he yanked it out only making the hole bigger. Dante did everything in his power to stop from taking Alastar, his new favorite sword, and make the hole a bit bigger. It wouldn't help the carpenter situation but damn!, it would make Dante feel better.
Breathing deep and saying odd meditation words such as, "Woo Sai", He clutched the hammer and walked back calling the hammer, "evil" and "filled with damn demonic power only for my discomfort." He grabbed the door again and lifted it a little off the ground with his left hand and pounded the last nail for the hinges in. He stepped back, dropping the hammer and took in the glorious sight. Doors on hinges!
Proud of his accomplishment and glad he was done with the hammer, he kicked the "demented piece of crap" clean out a window only to hear a smacking sound and a loud cat screech. Dante started laughing then realized that that was probably the cat that Trish had found a while ago and became very fond of relatively quickly. He suddenly became worried about his future well-being and then decided to forget about it.
Dante shrugged his shoulders and said aloud, "Bah! She'll get over it." He hoped.
Proudly, he walked to the back of the main room, behind the desk and plopped himself down onto his comfortable leather cushion seat. He kicked his leather boot covered feet up on the desk and leaned back in his seat as far as he could.
Staring up at the ceiling, he soon found himself daydreaming. And about who else but Trish. It's not that he didn't like Trish it's just that it would be too weird. Though it seemed that his mind didn't care about the fact that Trish looked like his mother because it quickly took the daydream and made it vividly…..interesting.
Dante didn't mind thinking about it. A nice beach, isolated form everything in the real world. Green blue waters, nice and warm as well as far as the eye could see. Him just lying on the beach on top of a towel with his red shorts and sunglasses on, leaning back on his elbows. And then Trish in the smallest black two piece a woman with her proportions could wear, just running up to him through the water. He could feel the grin spreading over his face as Trish made it to him and just fell into his arms and they embraced in…….?
Dante looked forward to the doors and couldn't take his gaze off of them. There was something past them that was doing something. He could feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand up and goose bumps emerge all over. Something was…..calling him, something demonic, beckoning him to come out. Actually, the more he focused on it, it was more like something was demanding that he bring himself out there. Yeah, now it was like someone was calling him out with some serious words……..
"Hey! That wasn't even necessary!" He found himself yelling out toward the doors.
Dante felt the entity turn to him and something about it changed. It became very hostile and even more powerful then it was before. He quickly realized what was happening.
"Ah damn, not again!" He said sad and watched as all his hard work went to waste. The doors shot of their hinges with one crashing against the wall and the other coming straight for Dante. Dante jumped back, causing the seat to slid out from under him. He fell hard but saw the door slice halfway into the wall where his neck had been two seconds ago. Lucky him but not good for the bastard that did that. But seeing that door in the wall made Dante remorseful. He had worked so hard trying to pick out the right doors for the office's old fashioned wood appearance and worked even harder to put them up. Abruptly, his remorse turned to furiousness as he remembered that he had spent three hours doing what should have been only a twenty minute job!
Dante flipped around, pulled the door out the wall then standing up and holding the door by the back end and the middle, he lunged it blindly toward whatever had attacked him. All he heard though and the sound of viciously quick and precise slices whizzing through the air and then the sound of blocks of oak hardwood hitting the ground and walls. Including one vanishing through a perfectly good window.
Dante was ready to jump over the table and pummel his attacker into a bloody misshapen pulp of demonic garbage when he realized that it was a female. And a damn good looking one at that. She seemed human too. She stood there, holding two blades that looked like handheld scimitars, crossed over in front of her face. She seemed near 5'11 compared to Dante's 6'1and her body for the most part wasn't visible under the small tight gray pants above the deep brown boots that stopped halfway up to the knee, the tight gray shirt on her torso that ran right above her smooth firm belly and fell halfway down her forearms. The most interesting part of her was the short white cape wrapped around her neck, with the neck part folded up so it covered the lower part of her mouth.
Dante couldn't keep his eyes off her. Not only did she have a mysterious outfit, but damn she was nice to look at too. She had a smooth slightly built tanned body indicating that she worked out and she either lived in a sunny area of some sort or she was Hispanic. Which in turn means that she came from a sunny area, wow, that was a waste of brainpower. But her deep red hair over her small face with elegant green eyes seemed to make Dante nearly forget about his recent little fantasy.
Yet, as he looked into those eyes, he felt, let alone could see the hatred and rage caused by something severe. A loss of life warped the vision those eyes saw.
Finally Dante decided to make a move and walked around his desk to the right wall and grabbed Alastar off the rack it was supported on. Then he flung it on the desk and stepped in front of it, propping himself on the edge of it. With Alastar in a seconds reach, he felt safe. Sad shame, he completely underestimated this one.
As if waiting for a signal, the unknown female attacker spoke. And with what a voice she spoke with. "Are you the Son of Sparda?" Her voice, so sweet like honey, yet so soft and low like a quiet child. But even through that he could sense the slight ping of anger.
"What if I am??" Dante asked defiantly, ready to pull Alastar out in a moments notice. He wouldn't kill her, demon or not. He had a thing for women. It just isn't right to kill them.
"Are you or are you not the Son of Sparda?" This time the honey-so-sweet voice was gone. What took it's place was a voice quivering with vengeance and abhorrence.
Dante sighed and asked, "What's it to you? Miss…..?"
The girl closed her eyes and whisper barely below even Dante's hearing, "Finally, I have found him." With that she cried out and attacked Dante.
Dante barely had the chance to whip up Alastar because of her speed. He barely even caught the movement.
The girl growled and kneed Dante right in the balls. Dante nearly dropped his sword as he keeled over but it was enough for the girl to come in with a nasty combo. A swift knee to the face, going to a single spin with her scimitars cutting his chest in two areas, and she stopped the spin with a full-fledge kick to his gut knocking him without his Alastar sword. She ended it by throwing both her scimitars just as he hit the wall right into his chest.
Dante gasped in immense pain as he felt the hot blades slice into his chest. Looking up, he saw the girl pick up his fallen Alastar, flip it once to point at him, and launch it at his chest at full speed. The sword moved so fast that it only stopped when the hilt hit his divided chest.
Dante groaned aloud with more pain flooding into his body. And even though this reminded him of another female coming in kicking his ass, it still wasn't enough to kill him.
And unfortunately for him the girl realized this. Wind quickly started to spin around her, nearly turning the room into a vacuum because it was so fast. In a flash of pure white light, she changed into a white nearly angelic looking demon. Her thighs and calves had wings on them going down. Her higher arms also had wings on them but going up with her hands longer with flesh tearing claws at the end of the fingers. And on her back, she had a quadruplet of wings. Yet, the most interesting thing about the wings was that all the wings on the right side of her body, Dante's right, was black and the ones on the left side of her body, Dante's left, were hot white. He whole body seemed wrapped in some weird cloth that even shadowed over her face so only her green eyes could be seen, which were pulsing with magnificent demonic energy.
Dante would have better enjoyed it had he not have three swords sticking out his chest.
The girl then spoke, her voice echoing with power, "Son of Sparda!" She said pointing a finger at him like he was a martyr or something. "Your horrible injustices end here!"
Dante had no clue what she was saying and tried to say something but the pain in his chest prevented him from that. The two scimitars pierced both his lungs, so as his demon powers were trying to fix that problem the only thing that came out his mouth was blood.
"You will suffer as much as possible for all the innocent humans you have killed!" She announced.
Now Dante was beyond confused. He hadn't killed any humans. At least he thought ha hadn't. Most of the time he ended up fighting for them. So what in the hell was she talking about?
The Demon form girl decided that this was enough and put both her hands in front of her charging up some serious demonic force. "I hope that God shows no mercy on your pitiful soul, Son of Sparda! For you deserve none."
As confused and in pain as he was, he knew that if she fired that, not only would he be taken out but half the block would be too. So having enough embarrassment for one day, he decided to strike first, and since Alastar was sticking right out his chest, what better to use then that? He bowed his head and summoned his powerful demon powers to drew out the hidden power in Alastar which transformed him into a slim but fast and deadly black-blue demon.
Causing the girl to hesitate, he literally ripped himself off the wall with the scimitar swords still sticking out and flew at the girl.
The girl had lost her cool and fired the shot of hot white energy anyways.
Dante cursed her aloud and charged all his power into his right fist, then hit the blast as hard as possible reflecting it back at her.
At least the girl wasn't really stupid though. She jumped out the way and watched the beam harmlessly flew out and twist upwards into the night sky. The girl had used up all her power for that attack, so she flashed back into human form.
Dante obviously had the upper hand so he jumped out of Demon form and then snatched the Alastar out of his chest much to the distaste of his enemy. He stabbed the sword into the floor then proceeded to pull out the other two blades protruding from his chest. He held them by the blade end and handed them to his attacker.
"I think these belong to you." Dante said, no longer worried about her demon powers.
The girl looked at him with an incredulous look on her face, then in a rage, she grabbed her scimitars and charged him.
Dante easily dodged the attack this time, waiting till she past him and grabbed her by the shoulders roughly.
The girl yelped and accidentally dropped her swords. Both blades harmlessly hit the wooden floor with a clang.
"Let me go!" She barked at him, trying to wiggle out of his grip.
"Not till you tell me what your damn problem is with me!" Dante yelled.
The girl twisted about wildly, yelling back, "You know what you did! Do not try to deny it!"
Dante groaned, aggravated that this was going nowhere. But soon he will wish he hadn't dropped his guard for that moment. The girl whipped back one of her legs and kicked Dante square in the crotch again.
Dante collapsed letting the girl go, shouting in pain, "Why do you keep aiming for that!?"
The moment the girl hit the floor, she stomped on one of her scimitars which caused it to flip in the air. She grabbed it and swung in a full circle to face Dante and clip his head clean off.
Dante though had had enough of all of this. He whipped up his left hand to block the slash which cut into his arm a bit. He then grabbed the blade and snapped it in half.
The girl stepped back startled and Dante jumped up grabbing her by the throat and slamming her on the desk hard. At that moment, staring down at her small face, him seething like a wild animal, he could have ended it. A simple twist of the wrist and it would be over, even is he didn't like the idea of hurting, let alone killing, females. But this wild one had stabbed him with three frigging swords, almost blew up half the neighborhood, and kicked him in the crotch twice! Not once! But twice! Damn, he did plan on having kids later on.
He looked at the girls face and saw the look of fear in her eyes. It was more of a mixture of emotions really. Hatred at him for something he didn't even know about. Sorrow of lost people. Resentment for not being able to accomplish her goals. And he could have, would have, just ended it all right here and now. But he didn't. He didn't to prove a point.
He calmed himself down considerably and slowly and cautiously let go of the young girls neck. He backed up as he watched the girl just crumbled to the floor gasping for air and coughing.
Dante sighed and looked beside him where Alastar was. He decided before she used his sword against him again, to put it away. He pulled it out of the ground, flipped it in the air, then kicked it as it came close to the ground, spinning it above and behind him on his back where it locked in place with his demon power.
The girl bewildered, looked up at her most hated enemy and wondered why he hadn't killed her right then. She wouldn't put it past him to do that since he was nothing but a monster.
She gingerly rubbed her throat then stood up defiantly, never showing any weakness or pain. Though she felt a lot of it.
Dante was surprised by her strength but rather preferred answers at the moment. "I'll ask you again. What is your problem?"
The girl growled at him, wanting to jump at him for pretending he didn't know but remembered the past two minutes where she could have died. She then whipped her head to the side looking away from her hated enemy and said, "Why do you act as if you do not know?" She paused then quietly said, "You know as well as I do what you did."
Dante sighed and said, "Then please do remind me what I did so I actually know about it." Dante chuckled a bit then spat sarcastically, "Usually when I do something, I like to know about it so I can take credit for it."
The girl came back with that look on her face and then roared, "Are you not the mighty 'Son of Sparda'!?"
Dante was taken aback by her sudden outburst but calmly said, "Yeah so? What's the big deal?"
"Then you were the one who lead the demon armies to Saint Diablo on the night of the past full moon!" She accused.
Oh yeah. Confusion plagued this pour man's mind now. "Mind repeating that?" He asked, still not completing registering what she had jut said.
The girl groaned as if she were dealing with an infant, "You, the 'Son of Sparda', led the demonic armies from Hell to Saint Diablo and completely destroyed it! You and your minions slaughtered thousands of innocents, children and aged!" The girl suddenly looked saddened and finished, "You spared no one."
Dante looked at the girl suddenly realizing that she had to have lost someone real close. Most likely family. If she was doing this alone then it could have been her entire family. The reasoning behind this is that even though he had never been to Saint Diablo, he knew of it. It was a holy city with a church and religion and everything. It even had it's own personal group for carrying out "the divine one's" work. Huinting demons, just like him.
But from what he heard, the only hunters allowed are those who's entire family has the divine blood, the "Diablos." Hence why it was called, Saint Diablo.
Still, Dante had never been to Saint Diablo. And yet, according to this little one, he had…….or at last someone how looks like him had. Hell, it could have been a regular demon just calling him that. It could work, hell it did before but that's another tale for another time.
"Hey?" Dante said jarring the girl out of her little reprieve. He then asked, intent on getting some answers, "What did this, 'Son of Sparda' look like?" In all honesty, there could only be one other man who can call himself the 'Son of Sparda' and he's dead……..Is he? Yeah he is, defiantly.
The girl looked at him and replied, "He looked identical to you. He had your short white hair." She pointed to it.
Dante nodded and urged her to continue.
She then pointed to his long red trench coat and said, "He donned the same type of trench coat as you." Then added, "And your swords are nearly the same, as well as those." She then pointed to a wall mount where Ebony and Ivory, his two custom made handguns, hung from.
Dante looked at the guns for a moment and then back at the girl with a weird look on his face.
The girl immediately said, "It was you wasn't it!"
"No!" Dante defended. "But I might know who it is. It's just that……." With that he trailed off, eyes looking at something that wasn't there.
The girl impatiently asked, "What? If you know who it is then tell me! I must exact my revenge!"
Dante shook his head and tilted it to her, pointing a single finger at her causaully asking, "You do know that there are two 'Sons of Sparda'. Right?"
The girl simply looked at him with the dumbest look on her face.
Dante chuckled a bit and said, "I take it from your oh-so-obvious dumbstruck look that you didn't know. One more question and this is very important. Did he, or did he not have a blue colored trench coat." Dante was praying that the answer to this one be no.
The girl only thought for a minute and replied shaking her head, "It was dark, I couldn't se that well. There was so much blood that's all I can remember really."
Dante hummed to himself realizing that this could go either way and then she suddenly said, "But I do remember seeing him. And his trench coat was………" She started to struggled with the spray of colors she remembered from that horrible day.
Dante, on the other hand, was nearly biting his nails from the suspense of the answer.
The girl then nodded and said, "Yes. It was blue." Then she asked, "Why am I inquire does this simple color fact matter?"
Dante though had looked like he had seen ghost. Only one thought past through his mind as he realized the turth, 'Virgil.'
The girl looked at Dante hard then said, "You know who did this don't you?" She walked up to him and grabbed him by his collar, shaking him roughly, "Tell me now! I demand that you tell me now!"
Dante looked at the girl with the oddest look on his face. So odd, she backed off of him. It was as if it was fear, rage and bewilderment were all wrapped up in one tiny little package. But he quickly pushed that aside and looked down at the floor.
For a moment an eerie silence hung above the room and it made the young girl feel most awkward. But just as she was about to inquire as to what he was thinking, he turned his head back up with a determined and proud look on his face. He walked to the wall with the guns mounted on it and briskly grabbed both of them, placing them in inside pockets I his coat. Then he reached to the side and grabbed to black and gold trimmed gauntlet gloves and placed them on his hands. They seemed to become his hand as he moved his fingers around, testing their mobility. Then without even looking back, he quickly walked to where his precious doors had been and looked back.
Another moment of silence fell. The girl, confused by his recent motions could only guess one thing. It seemed that this person, this "Son of Sparda" was an enemy of both of them. It seemed to her that he was going after him as well.
Dante knew the problems she could cause and the hell they would be going through. But he had no right to take away what she rightfully could claim. Whether or not it was morally or ethically right. She would follow him anyways. Might as well save her the trouble. "You coming or not?" He asked flatly.
The girl seemed surprised by his offer, then breathing deep, she walked up, grabbing her unbroken scimitar on the way, and stood beside him. She merely nodded at his request.
Then grinned then realized, he had no clue as to what her name was.
"For the possibility that I might need to know, "Dante joked, "What's your name?"
The girl looked at him for a moment then looked to the outside and started walking. "It is Lucia." Was her simple answer.
"Lucia huh? Nice name." Dante commented.
"Thank you 'Son of Sparda.'"
"Hey."
She stopped, waiting.
"Call me Dante. Let the old man rest in peace, if you don't mind." He asked politely and respectfully.
Lucia nodded and continued her brisk walk through the quiet town. Dante followed suit and quickly chased after her.
By now, you will notice that Lucia's past is a bit different from the video game. Basically I'm going to try to keep it within boundaries but honestly, there isn't much to go on. So just think of it as sprucing it up a bit. Hopefully this is enough to satisfy you guys. I'll try to have the next chapter done with a few days, maybe more. Till then, enjoy.
