---A/N - P-nut butter, strawberry jelly and chocolate frosting sandwiches rock. Especially if you haven't slept all night. I highly suggest you try it. .... Now.
(I need sleep)
(P.S. I do not own "Devil May Cry" or any of it's characters. Meh.)
Ouch ,sorry. I didn't know what to name the boy. How do you name the son of Dante? Yeah, nothing would be as good as Dante.... So I stuck with the first thing that popped in my little brain.
(So little)
((P.P.S... Some names are similar, I just thought it would be cute. :) ))
In Aries opinion, there was nothing quite as depressing as getting used to it.
Of course he knew it was like in a sewer. It was dark. Well, more like, pitch black.
Pitch black, with smells so awful and strong they were almost tangible, where no amount of scrubbing would let you feel clean enough to eat from your own hands again. But that wasn't the depressing part really. He could identify each ungodly stench's source, he was able to see the amounts of only-god-knows-what turned into sludge at his boots even in the dark, and his keen senses, which he had cursed at many a time like this, were telling him that he needed to go deeper into the tunnel.
He was marching forward, face blank. Not that it wasn't disturbing him. His own mind was cursing him for taking the damn job, he knew what to expect when a demon's description read, "likes cool, underground, moist places." It meant at some point he'd be tracking something in a goddamn sewer, which meant he was going to get shit on his clothes. Literally.
He had three "appointments" that night. Logically he arranged the three best to worst. Logically to him at least. While others might argue that it would have been more intelligent to have the hardest battle first, then easier as the night went on and as he got more tired. However, no one had ever questioned his demon fighting logic. Ever.
The depressing part was that before he left on the job, Aries had made sure there were 2 bottles of anti-bacterial soap, and a full container of "Lysol" by the shower. He had made sure he was prepared.
Because he was so goddamn used to it.
At other times it struck him as depressing that if someone was talking too long, or about something too boring, or sometimes in general, he caught himself reaching for a gun. Or if some moron cut him off in traffic he fought the urge to get out of the car at the next stop light and crush the offending motorist to death in their own car. Or sometimes he had vivid fantasies about what it could be like to rip people limb from limb, because, well that would look sort of neat.
All in all, it was beginning to unnerve him.
His life should probably bother him more.
His pace wasn't exactly quick, although the young devil hunter did had a job to do. His somber mood causing him to move a bit slower than usual. Only when there seemed to be a light on the horizon did he pick up the pace.
That light turned out to be the lighter color of actual laid concrete, semi-new. It was sort of a small concrete arena, with new aromas to be concerned with. Namely, those of the demon clan who was last on his dance card tonight. Three metal doors were on the upper ledge.
An exhausted smile crossed Aries face, as he played a game of eeny- meanie- miney- moe in his head.
"Betterrrr to be goin' boy...." A low, guttural voice behind him commanded.
"Shhhh," He whispered back. "I'm thinking." At that he made absolutely no point to move, and started to stroke an imaginary beard.
The Dicon demon let out a slow snarl. "Not ferrr long."
Aries rolled to the side just in time to avoid a fist the size of a turkey going through his head. Jumping up he had already drawn his handguns, and had them trained on the two demons intent on not letting him past any of the doors. Judging by their size, they were probably guards for the rest of the troop.
Aries genuinely smiled, and fired. The sound was almost deafening in the round room. The two demons that had been barreling towards him only slowed within a foot. One toppled over, it's head decapitated by gunfire. The other took one step closer, then collapsed. Choking on it's own blood.
"You were right, not for long." Holstering his guns, he went back to the door game. While two of them looked frequently used, the third looked like it had fresh dent marks.
"Lucky door number three I guess."
Before he could pry the door open, his attention was turned backwards.
"HHHHHHUUUURRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW"
The other demon wasn't quite dead. Aries cursed, and in the blink of an eye used his sword to decapitate the alarm causing demon.
How could he have been so careless? Now the others were probably running for their lives. Not that he couldn't catch them of course, but it would make his already long night, well, longer. Risking a glance at his watch (which was now soaked in grey Dicon blood among other things), he had reason to curse some more. The night was done, and he was working on morning . There were two good reasons he didn't work during the day. One being demons are a hell of a lot harder to find in the daylight hours, and the second was that more than half of his contracts were timed. Granted as long as you got the job done, some clients didn't care if he took a bit longer. But usually if they were anal retentive enough to give you a time limit, they meant it. As much as he wanted to be in this for all the right reasons, such as the family business, protecting the weak, and all that, he was in it for the money.
Running a hand through his feather white hair, he thought on that. 'Why did my father start this?' He was never really given a story of his father that didn't conflict with someone else's. Aries had only talked to his own father a handful of times himself, and back then he couldn't have cared to ask why his father was always off fighting the big bad. Of course it wasn't like he didn't constantly have to hear about the legacy he had to fulfill now that he was older. According to his mother, Dante had down everything to protect the humans. According to most demons he heard from, he did it to satisfy his own bloodlust. Looking in a stray puddle, he sighed. He didn't even look much like his famous father. His skin was a dark tan naturally, and instead of the famed blue eyes, he had grey. If it wasn't for his hair, Aries might not have believed it. When he was younger he figured he had his mother to thank for his super natural powers. However his mother, Lucia, never let him forget for one second he was the son of Dante the demon hunter. As much as he did love and respect his dear mother, he really was tired of all the, "living up to someone else" bullshit.
As the puddle he was looking in filled with stray blood from the headless Dicon demons, Aries reminded himself he had a job to do.
Making his way slowly towards the door, he paused. Did he just hear something? A moment passed. He didn't hear anything else, so he knelt to pry the door open.
No sooner did he wedge his fingers under the large iron door, than it slid upwards. The sound of metal being forced upward when it didn't want too was pretty unpleasant, but not as unpleasant as what he encountered next. Aries didn't have time to draw his guns before it hit him in the chest.