Hey everyone! This is the continuation of The Sons of Dante, my first fic. Guess who's back?! (Looks at Dyne)
Dyne: Who, me?
Burry: (Nods) Welcome back. It's time for you to get some action.
Dyne: Woot!
I had wanted to try something funny, yet serious, (like usual, I try to pop in a little humor every so often. . .) but since I can't think of any really funny crap, this will have to do. I don't have a clue yet how long this one's going to be, but I hope to see lots of reviews. Those who read my other fics will notice some of the characters. I just hope I can do this one better than the others. . . Okay, let me get this started and shut up. . .
Before I forget. . .DISCLAIMER: I don't recall ever owning Devil May Cry, so it doesn't belong to me. Neither do Dante, Vergil, Mundus, or Trish (If I ever say anything of her!) I do own my baby Dyne, okay, along with most of the other characters.
Chapter 1: Let's Begin
Darkness all around. There was nothing for as far as the eye could see. Maybe if he kept searching, he'd find some light. . .
A strange, eerie noise behind him. He turned to see a dark figure stooping over him. The figures face and body were undefined, covered in what looked like blackish goop. As he backed away, the figure let out a loud screech and the goop that covered him flew at the man, covering his legs and waist.
He tried to remove the thick slime, pulling at it with his hands and trying to rip it off. This didn't help, because now the slime was on his arms. The slime suddenly began to pulsate and writhe, spreading up his body and arms. He now tried more desperately to get free, but found that his body wouldn't move.
Now the goop covered his body all the way up to his neck. He was becoming exhausted from struggling with it, and began to relax. It would soon be over. He could see the darkness around him turning into more of a crimson color. He stared weakly up at the figure before him.
The beings eyes gleamed a magnificent gold as it slowly began to open its mouth to screech. . .
"RIIIIIIING!"
Dyne yelped and gasped, trying to get up. He could feel his body fall as he lost his balance. The room around him spun as he fell backwards in his chair, his head hitting hard on the wall behind him. He lay there on the ground, looking up at the light fixture over his head.
It took Dyne a few moments to collect himself. He was still in the Devil May Cry, the walls around gave that away with their demon head trophies. The air within the room was somewhat stuffy, since Dante forbid that the air conditioner be turned on and the phone was ringing. . .
The phone was ringing.
Dyne didn't answer it, he waited as it continued to chirp. Finally, the answering machine came on and requested a message. At the beep, Dyne could hear a very familiar, gruff voice.
"Pick up the phone kid, I know you're there. You BETTER be there." Dante's voice grumbled.
Dyne sighed and sprung from the ground, looking at the desk where the phone sat. He quickly smashed the speakerphone button. "I'm here. . ."
Dante laughed. "You taking a nap again, boy?"
"Nope, I was in the crapper."
"Hah, hah riiiight." Dante said sarcastically. "Don't bother lying."
Dyne scoffed and stepped away from the desk, going toward the small refrigerator Dante kept in the front room. "What do you want? Don't tell me you called to wake me up." Dyne grumbled. He was a bit upset about the nightmare he'd just been woken up from, but he was relieved that his dad had called and woken him. He didn't want to see the end of the dream.
"Don't be an ass, Dyne. I've got a mission for you to do."
Dyne scoffed again as he opened the small fridge. "What? Another kiddy mission? Please. . ."
"No, I've got some information about some weird activities. I figured you could go check it out." Dante explained, ignoring Dyne's attitude.
"What do you mean, 'weird activities'?" Without looking, Dyne fumbled around in the fridge until he found a package with a few pieces of old lunchmeat. "Why do you want to take a job with the leads of 'weird activities'?"
Dante sighed. "Have you been in the fridge lately?"
"In it right now." Dyne looked at the contents of the fridge. The contents were pathetic; there was one beer, some old tortillas Dante had bought to make burritos, the lunch meat in Dynes hands, and two slices of bread in the bag. Why the bread was in the fridge was beyond Dyne, because he always kept it out of the fridge. With a shrug, he grabbed the bread bag and pulled out the remaining slices. He quickly slapped the meat onto the bread. "I see what you mean. . ."
"Exactly."
Dyne took a bite out of the sandwich he'd just made. With a full mouth he began to speak. "When do you want me to go?"
"Since it sounds like you're eating what's left in there, right away, please."
Dyne sighed, swallowing. He made a face. "This tastes like crap."
"That lunchmeat's three weeks old."
Dyne looked down at the greenish tinted meat. With a shrug, he took another bite. He was too hungry to care. "I'll get on it now. Just tell me what I need to do."
"You need to head to Europe. I've already gotten you a plane ready. The pilots got a map and mission objectives for you."
Dyne popped the last of the old sandwich into his mouth. "Thanks old man."
"Hey, don't forget your cell, just in case something goes wrong." Dante warned.
Dyne nodded, going back to the desk where his cell phone laid. "Got it."
"Give me a call when you get over there."
"No problem. Bye."
"See ya."
Dyne clicked off the speakerphone. Maybe this wouldn't be too bad. . .
Okay, first chapter, sorry it IS a bit bad. It'll be better later, promise. Well, I HOPE I can keep that promise. . . Please, review. You know I love it.
Dyne: Who, me?
Burry: (Nods) Welcome back. It's time for you to get some action.
Dyne: Woot!
I had wanted to try something funny, yet serious, (like usual, I try to pop in a little humor every so often. . .) but since I can't think of any really funny crap, this will have to do. I don't have a clue yet how long this one's going to be, but I hope to see lots of reviews. Those who read my other fics will notice some of the characters. I just hope I can do this one better than the others. . . Okay, let me get this started and shut up. . .
Before I forget. . .DISCLAIMER: I don't recall ever owning Devil May Cry, so it doesn't belong to me. Neither do Dante, Vergil, Mundus, or Trish (If I ever say anything of her!) I do own my baby Dyne, okay, along with most of the other characters.
Chapter 1: Let's Begin
Darkness all around. There was nothing for as far as the eye could see. Maybe if he kept searching, he'd find some light. . .
A strange, eerie noise behind him. He turned to see a dark figure stooping over him. The figures face and body were undefined, covered in what looked like blackish goop. As he backed away, the figure let out a loud screech and the goop that covered him flew at the man, covering his legs and waist.
He tried to remove the thick slime, pulling at it with his hands and trying to rip it off. This didn't help, because now the slime was on his arms. The slime suddenly began to pulsate and writhe, spreading up his body and arms. He now tried more desperately to get free, but found that his body wouldn't move.
Now the goop covered his body all the way up to his neck. He was becoming exhausted from struggling with it, and began to relax. It would soon be over. He could see the darkness around him turning into more of a crimson color. He stared weakly up at the figure before him.
The beings eyes gleamed a magnificent gold as it slowly began to open its mouth to screech. . .
"RIIIIIIING!"
Dyne yelped and gasped, trying to get up. He could feel his body fall as he lost his balance. The room around him spun as he fell backwards in his chair, his head hitting hard on the wall behind him. He lay there on the ground, looking up at the light fixture over his head.
It took Dyne a few moments to collect himself. He was still in the Devil May Cry, the walls around gave that away with their demon head trophies. The air within the room was somewhat stuffy, since Dante forbid that the air conditioner be turned on and the phone was ringing. . .
The phone was ringing.
Dyne didn't answer it, he waited as it continued to chirp. Finally, the answering machine came on and requested a message. At the beep, Dyne could hear a very familiar, gruff voice.
"Pick up the phone kid, I know you're there. You BETTER be there." Dante's voice grumbled.
Dyne sighed and sprung from the ground, looking at the desk where the phone sat. He quickly smashed the speakerphone button. "I'm here. . ."
Dante laughed. "You taking a nap again, boy?"
"Nope, I was in the crapper."
"Hah, hah riiiight." Dante said sarcastically. "Don't bother lying."
Dyne scoffed and stepped away from the desk, going toward the small refrigerator Dante kept in the front room. "What do you want? Don't tell me you called to wake me up." Dyne grumbled. He was a bit upset about the nightmare he'd just been woken up from, but he was relieved that his dad had called and woken him. He didn't want to see the end of the dream.
"Don't be an ass, Dyne. I've got a mission for you to do."
Dyne scoffed again as he opened the small fridge. "What? Another kiddy mission? Please. . ."
"No, I've got some information about some weird activities. I figured you could go check it out." Dante explained, ignoring Dyne's attitude.
"What do you mean, 'weird activities'?" Without looking, Dyne fumbled around in the fridge until he found a package with a few pieces of old lunchmeat. "Why do you want to take a job with the leads of 'weird activities'?"
Dante sighed. "Have you been in the fridge lately?"
"In it right now." Dyne looked at the contents of the fridge. The contents were pathetic; there was one beer, some old tortillas Dante had bought to make burritos, the lunch meat in Dynes hands, and two slices of bread in the bag. Why the bread was in the fridge was beyond Dyne, because he always kept it out of the fridge. With a shrug, he grabbed the bread bag and pulled out the remaining slices. He quickly slapped the meat onto the bread. "I see what you mean. . ."
"Exactly."
Dyne took a bite out of the sandwich he'd just made. With a full mouth he began to speak. "When do you want me to go?"
"Since it sounds like you're eating what's left in there, right away, please."
Dyne sighed, swallowing. He made a face. "This tastes like crap."
"That lunchmeat's three weeks old."
Dyne looked down at the greenish tinted meat. With a shrug, he took another bite. He was too hungry to care. "I'll get on it now. Just tell me what I need to do."
"You need to head to Europe. I've already gotten you a plane ready. The pilots got a map and mission objectives for you."
Dyne popped the last of the old sandwich into his mouth. "Thanks old man."
"Hey, don't forget your cell, just in case something goes wrong." Dante warned.
Dyne nodded, going back to the desk where his cell phone laid. "Got it."
"Give me a call when you get over there."
"No problem. Bye."
"See ya."
Dyne clicked off the speakerphone. Maybe this wouldn't be too bad. . .
Okay, first chapter, sorry it IS a bit bad. It'll be better later, promise. Well, I HOPE I can keep that promise. . . Please, review. You know I love it.