----A/N – I suck at writing fanfic's.
Oh no!
Also- I do not own "Devil May Cry", or " Bloodrayne" nor any of their characters. Don't sue me. All I own I can fit into a reasonable sized red wagon and speed away.
I did however create the main characters of this story. So uh, there.
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The feeling of rain against the side of your face, it didn't sound that beautiful.
When Ari thought of beauty her eyes craned skyward to a large "Victoria's Secret " billboard on an adjacent building top. The sun had yet to come out, but she could make out the tall, tan, thin bodies with slight curves holding up their lacy outfits with ease. She smiled. A flash of dim white on the otherwise dark ledge. They were certainly beautiful. Glowing flawless skin, small bodies, and perfect faces. Ari smoothed an untamed curl of washed out blond hair back inside her hood.
She had been leaning this corner ledge for nearly eight hours. About every 15 minutes she had to shift around on the narrow outcropping to avoid something going numb. That in mind she leaned back, re-crossing her legs. This put weight on her shoulders and right foot, the left beginning to feel like pins and needles. Idly she wondered how long those models had to stand in awkward positions, jutting out every asset they had. And were most other girls would start to compare their own bodies to the otherworldly beauties in the advertisement, Ari envied them for completely different reasons.
After one snap of the camera, they were allowed to move. And at this point in the morning, nothing seemed so sweet as movement. Even though she had the ability to become still like no other living being could, the conflicting parts of her nature rarely allowed it. Her back muscles were beginning to cramp something awful. Screaming for something to do, her own body was beginning to annoy her. Re-adjusting her basic position wasn't going to help that. While most people at that height would be very content to stick to the wall and let numbness set in, Ari was itching to do a headstand. Something to get the blood pumping. Anything. Slowly, she allowed movement to her hands, and only because the sleeves of an oversized leather jacket covered them. The drumming of her fingers was beginning to match the sound of the raindrops against her hood. Rain drops which seemed to be letting up as a matter of fact. Not that the rain letting up meant anything particularly special, she still had to keep the hood up. It was the thing keeping her otherwise painfully pale self hidden in the shadows were the building walls met up. And the activities of the night involved her not being seen, unless needed. So she resigned herself to the dark corner. With her entire back against the concrete of the building, she could feel the beat of something completely different than rain.
There was a party downstairs.
Very downstairs as a matter of fact. Like under the basement of the building. And judging from the slowing of the beat, it seemed like the night was coming to a close. Ari's eye's closed while the overwhelming feeling of 'thank fucking god' set in.
Her small vantage point was the best place to keep herself out of sight, and simultaneously keep an eye on the only entrance to the "club" under the ground. The building was shaped like an "L", and the shorter side had four dumpsters along the wall. There began a rumbling at her back, and the lids below began to rattle as no doubt the party-goers were saying their goodbyes.
Very slowly, but surely, an awful screeching noise was building. The dumpster second from the left was moving out from the wall. The sound was annoying no matter how fast or slow you tried to do it, like opening a bag of snacks in a quiet theater. Everything in Ari's body was beginning to tense with anticipation, whilst an unsettling smile emerged on her tired face..
The large pinkish grey Dicon demons began to emerge from a hole the dumpster had been covering. The burly gorilla-esque creatures were exiting their below ground club in droves, moving with an impressive amount of speed for demons that looked to be more fat than muscle. At least the majority seemed portly, there were two on either side of the hole who were distinctly larger with a better build than the rest. Ari could recall from the previous meeting with the esteemed clan leader that those two were some sort of bodyguards. Apparently this bunch only had the two, even though it appeared to be a large group. So upon discovering the human who owned the land this particular section of abandoned office buildings was on had taken out an extermination contract on them, the leader was understandably more than worried. It was random chance that Ari had stumbled upon the situation. Well, not so random. The Dicons had actually been quite aware of a demonic presence near their home. That presence of course was her, and representative of the clan actually had come to warn the young girl of a possible threat to her if the demons had to defend themselves. She was struck with the gesture, finding it more than generous. At a whim she had actually tracked down the leader of the clan deep in the sewers and offered her protection. Which of course had only made the oversized vaguely man-shaped creature laugh, or do something she thought may have been laughter ( it was sort of hard to tell with their voices). That was until she gave a small demonstration of her capabilities.
Capabilities that had been useless for the better part of her night. Unless of course you counted her non-existent fear of heights, ability to go without sleep, or the fact that between her more than human hearing and sight she could discern everything that was happening on the ground below. She could even hear one of the few demons making the short trip from one hole to the other sneeze. It played in her mind that it was slightly amusing that they exited one hole in the ground only to use a oversized manhole in to get back to the sewer system. 'Maybe, "demonhole". Naw, that just lends itself to too many jokes, ok, well, so does manhole.'
What felt like very suddenly to her wandering mind, the only two demons above ground were the bodyguards. They seemed to scan the sky for her, but quickly gave up, following the rest of their people. Ari continued to wait, knowing through some very productive/amusing torture sessions with people "in the know," that the contract expired at dawn. Dawn which was of course fast approaching. That in mind, and with her right foot starting to go pretty numb, she knelt down to rest on her heels. A contract this lucrative would probably only be offered to about three people, and she was using the term "people" quite loosely. Although Dicons were pretty slow, if you gave them time to group up, they became a formidable foe. And considering how many of them there were, that seemed to be a very legitimate risk. However since the hit man/ woman / thing had yet to show, it was beginning to make Ari suspect the contract had been picked up by the busiest of the three hired hands.And if she was right, he wouldn't have any problem dispatching of them. Not that it was that motivating her decision to lend a helping hand to the Dicon's. She had hoped that "Devil Never Cry" would be the one to get the call for personal reasons.
A ray of sunshine hit her eyes quite unexpectedly, causing her to curse.
Daylight.
Grimacing, Ari felt sort of like she'd been stood up. In a swift motion hopping up from her perch, she stretched for all she was worth. Arms above her head, letting the hood fall from her face. In turn inviting the large curls she had set her hair in earlier to play across her face. That actually being the secondary reason to keeping herself tucked away inside the leather getup. Her hair was anything but naturally curly. However the change made her otherwise long hair seem significantly shorter, and that was all she really needed to get through the day.
Her hands began to absentmindedly run over said curls. Seeing if they had made it though the night, not getting too flat or frizzy. Unbuttoning her coat to expose the uniform pedophile attracting skirt and shirt combo of " Our Lady of Perpetual Peace", she hoped at least the day would prove to be more fruitful.
No sooner had she started to hope than she heard it.
"HHHHHHUUUURRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW"
Was that what she prayed it was? Dicon's had painfully low voices, it very well may have been a scream. Crossing her fingers and reaching inside her jacket to the small of her back, she pulled out a custom made small shotgun. Her face was curling into a catlike smile as she leapt from the ledge with similar feline grace. The manhole which would have taken any other mortal at least crowbar and two other people she removed with only her free hand, tossing it to the side of the street.
Mere moments later she was stalking quickly through the murky tunnels, effortlessly soundless. Before, having to rely on patience, she was slightly out of her element. But this, jumping head first into the wolves den, she was familiar with this. And unbeknownst to her, beauty came from confidence like that. Beauty like deadly nightshade, but beauty nonetheless.