Disclaimer: I don't own Dante. I want to but I don't. I don't own his guns either.
The rain poured down the man's nose as he stood over the now defeat body of his opponent. The man on the ground breathed heavily, gulping large potions of air as the rain streamed down his face mixing with the blood that flowed from the cuts on his face.
"What do you want from me?" gasped Bellerimme."
The man smiled as he bent down until his white hair was almost touching Bellerimme's own black head cover.
"You know what," he said contently.
The Bellerimme turned his head and spat blood onto the ground before replying," He's in Mexico."
The man smiled and got up again. As he walked away he stopped abruptly and said," Why did you kill her?"
Bellerimme paused for a moment then said," Because it was an order."
The man's turned to fire as his hands began to twitch," Good."
His hands moved like lightning as he drew two handguns from their holders at his waist and whipped around to put two bullets in Bellerimmes stomach. He gasped in pain and whispered," Dante......no..."
The man began to laugh as the moonlight illuminated his rain soaked face. "Hahahahaha!"
The police found a third bullet lodged in his brain.
The Bloody LocketBreak:
First Devil May Cry fanfic! Yay! Review! Plz!