Devil May Cry
Tears Of Blood
Chapter I
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My name is Dante. I am a Devil Hunter. A terrible tragedy has just recently taken place involving someone that I knew.
Someone very close to me.
Her name was Trish. She was my partner; my side kick. We had just defeated quite possibly the greatest threat the world had ever witnessed. The King of the Underworld, Mundus.
It was after this time that we had become partners, and almost much more. But then, it happened.
The night was dark.
The air was cold.
There was no wind.
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The Devil Never Cry sign outside gave out its last exaggerated electrical twitch before dying. As the large sign burnt out, the whole street seemed to go dark, including the small room with the wooden desk, phone, and red leather chair where Trish was sitting.
"Look buddy, I don't have to time to play games with you. Do you have the password or not?" She had been on the phone with some freak for a full ten minutes now who claimed to have the password.
"So is it true, what you guys do. You guys are those Devil Hunters, aren't you? Tell me, is it fun killing those things?"
Trish leaned her head back into the chair. She sighed and rolled her eyes.
"You want to find out? Why don't I give you the address to this place and you can come on over and find out for yourself how fun it is to be slain. How would you like that?" Trish said, grinning slightly as the receiver on the other end clicked.
The man on the other end had quickly hung up. Trish shook her head.
"Yeah, thought so."
She sat there for a moment, caught up in her own thoughts as the ringing of the phone quickly snapped her back into reality. She picked it up slowly and curled her finger around the cord.
"Devil Never Cry. Password please." Trish said as she waited for the words Dante had forced her to memorize. It had been a fairly long list of words, like verses to a song.
The voice on the other line began to recite the exact words Trish had waited for. Her eyebrows raised and her eyes widened.
"Yes. Where's the place? Great. We'll be there."
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Dante was sitting on his leather chair in the main room downstairs with his feet up on the large desk, stroking his beloved Ebony. He began to drift into a sleep.
He was soon woken when Trish came barreling down the stairs.
"Dante! Dante!" she said, making sure she hit every stair on her path of descent.
Dante, not realizing that it was Trish who was running for all she was worth down the stairs, whipped out Ivory and followed her every move.
When Trish reached the bottom of the stairs, she froze. She grinned as she put up her hands.
"Hold on there, cowboy. This one's got the password. It sounds bad." She said, putting her hands at her sides.
Dante rose from the chair. He spun both of his guns twice around his fingers before slamming them in their holsters amidst his black leather pants. He walked over to a large, demonic statue in the far left corner of the room and pulled from it the sword that had saved his life so many times since he had discovered it.
Alastor fit nicely on its black leather strap around his back.
He met Trish at the front doors. He looked at her and nodded.
"Let's get it over with in ten minutes. I can't let a single one of those suckers get away."
Trish kicked open the doors and looked back at Dante. The corner of her mouth rose slightly as she held up her five fingers and twinkled them around. "Five minutes."
Dante grinned and chuckled. He whipped out Ebony and Ivory. "More than enough."
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From then on it's still hard to remember. I try not to think about the events that took place after that.
We charged out of the front doors and…The air was freezing. The wind had picked up a little since earlier in the day, but not much. Small papers and garbage rolled past Dante and Trish as they both ran down the dark and gloomy street ahead of them.
They reached a small alleyway that led to a dead end. Trish and Dante both looked at each other, both puzzled.
"This has never been here before," Trish said to Dante as she looked at the dead end.
Dante held out his hands. He sensed something.
Someone.
The wall in front of him seemed to shift and turn into a watery image. He followed it all the way to in front of him where it seemed to stop, and took the shape of a man; a warrior.
"That is because I created it," the blurry image whispered as it delivered to Dante a spinning heel kick. Dante rose to his feet, but was instantly sent back to the ground by a fiery orange energy circle that struck him right in the chest.
The fiery circle split up into four smaller circles that clamped his hands and feet to the cold ground.
Dante struggled to get free, but could not.
Trish was also on the defensive, holding her hands out in a cat-like fighting stance. The watery image moved to her left and stopped. It punched her in the stomach, which caused her to fall to her knees and gasp.
The creature then kicked her in the stomach once again, causing a small trickle of blood to drip from her mouth. Trish fell to the ground. She grunted and sighed.
The blurry creature then kicked her across the face. Trish let out a soft moan as she rolled over on her back, the blood rolling down her cheek.
"Trish!" Dante screamed. He used all of his strength to try to break free from the orbs that held him down, but could not. They were just too powerful.
The creature rose his right hand. It formed into what resembled a sword. Trish opened her eyes.
All she could so was widen them as the creature brought his sword down on her stomach.
Trish let out a blood-curdling scream as more blood came out of her mouth. She arched her back and began to gasp for air.
Dante's jaw seemed to drop.
"TRISH! NO!"
The creature pulled his sword from Trish's stomach and with it came a form of Trish, only it was gray colored.
Trish fell from her arched position and landed on the ground.
The creature opened up a dark red and orange portal. Before stepping through, he turned to Dante. He zapped the circles covering his hands and feet back into his hand.
"It is done." The creature turned to the portal and disappeared with it.
Dante rose to his feet and sprinted to where Trish lay. He quickly grabbed her around her back and neck and cradled her.
"Trish, Trish?" Dante said frantically as he touched her face and shook her a little.
She slowly opened her eyes.
"Dante?" she managed to say, the blood still fresh on her lips.
"Yes, Trish. It's me." He said, smiling.
Trish reached up and touched his face softly. "Dante,…I love you." And with that, Trish's hand fell from his face as her arm rolled onto the ground. Trish closed her eyes.
She would never open them again.
Dante held Trish in his arms.
"Trish, no. Come back," he said as he began to shed tears. He touched her face.
"Trish."
Dante laid her body softly down to the ground. He clenched his fists and looked up into the sky.
He allowed himself to scream.
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That's where the nightmare ends. Every night since the accident, it happens and I wake up drenched in my own sweat. I've been trying to go to sleep for hours, but it doesn't seem to be working that well. I don't sleep much anymore. I can't with a job like this.
The large, gray fan on the roof swirled above him, creating a small glimmer of light on his face each time it spun. He was lying on his small bed with his hands crossed behind his head just thinking.
Waiting.
His black leather pants and the large red and golden necklace were the only items that he was wearing.
It pisses me off sometimes; waiting for this damn thing to ring. He looked over to his left.
There beside his bed was a small wooden night table. There was a small black phone on it and a radio alarm clock. Two large handguns were also bathed in the small light of the fan. One was white and the other was pitch black. They were put in the shape of a cross. There was also something else on the table. Something that held the same amount of sentimental value to him as the large medallion around his neck. Maybe even more so. It was a picture of a woman wearing a black dress with sharp, blonde hair and a smile that could melt even the mightiest of Hell's creatures. But the most intriguing thing about the woman were her eyes. He could have sworn they were angel's eyes.
He picked up the picture and held it in his hands. "I miss you so much…" he said, unable to finish his sentence as a small tear trickled down his face. He screamed. The picture fell out of his hands and to the floor. He caught his breath.
The phone was ringing. He quickly picked it up and pushed it against his ear. He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. "Password," he said into the phone, his voice empty of expression. He waited for a response.
"Goddamn piece of…" he began as he took the phone from his ear and began send it near its receiver.
"So you are Dante, son of Sparda?" the voice on the other end of the phone said. It was a female voice, and going by what how it sounded, he could tell it was a soothing female voice. Dante quickly put it back to his ear.
"Password," he repeated in the same emotion-free voice. "I have a proposition for you, Great Devil Hunter, if you…" She was cut off before she could finish.
"Give me the fucking password, lady!" he raised his voice, almost yelling into the phone. There was a long silence.
"And the field, so green and so free
They see their sight
And that keeps them from their light
And the sky cries white tears of snow…"
The woman on the other end of the phone paused. Dante closed his eyes once again. It had been months since he had heard those words. They were the same words that his mother had sang to him before he went to bed.
They were the same words he sang to Trish when they had embraced after defeating Mundus.
He had changed the password to this. It used to just be a word or two, with no real significance. But after the passing of Trish, he decided to keep it this way.
"Good," he said. "That's enough." He cleared his voice and continued. "What can I do for you?"
"So you are Dante. Then you should know exactly what I speak of. There was an outbreak about half an hour ago."
Dante glanced at his clock. It read 11:50.
"Yeah, that sounds right. For some reason they always seem to appear between eleven and twelve." He said, not realizing that this was the most he had said to anyone in a while.
"How many?" he asked, making it sound like an order rather than a question.
The woman continued. "There are four small demons and one very large one. Luckily from where I am calling from, they cannot see."
Dante frowned.
"Where."
"At the Town Courtyard and Bridge."
Dante glanced at his clock again. 11:55.
"Give me ten, no…five minutes. I'll be there."
"Very well, Dante. Good bye," the woman said. Dante was about to hang up the phone. "Oh, and Dante? Good luck. You'll need it."
Dante chuckled. "Yeah. We'll see about that." He slammed the phone back down on the night table.
He glanced down to the floor and caught sight of the picture he had dropped before picking up the phone.
He picked it up and turned it over. It had a small crack in the middle, but it did not shatter.
It couldn't shatter.
Dante caressed it and set it back down in it's place. He rose up form the bed and grabbed Ebony & Ivory from the table. He spun them around each twice before slamming them down into their gray holsters on his pants.
He decided to take the picture with him.
He exited the room and quickly descended the wooden stairs that would take him to the main area of Devil Never Cry. He set the picture down on the large brown desk in the center of the room and walked over to a large demonic statue that held his sword.
He grabbed his dark red, almost black trench coat from an odd-looking coat rack beside the statue, then pried Alastor from its resting place. He slammed it into its black leather holster on the back if the trench coat.
Dante kicked open the front doors. Rain was pouring down in slanted sheets. Thunder and lightning crashed down on the city.
Before he walked out, Dante turned back and looked at the picture of the woman on the brown desk.
It was the portrait of his mother; the only one of her. It instantly remined him of someone.
"This one's for you, Trish."
He looked up to the sky, then back down on the city.
"Let's rock, baby!"
And with that, Dante Sparda kicked the doors closed and disappeared into the storm.
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