The Devil Cries
A/N: people found out about Dante's demon hunting and call him crazy. They lock him up in a psyche ward. After DMC 2.
Dante was pounding against the cushioned walls of his solitary confinement room. He banged and banged. He had banged for months but he never left a dent. The once proud slick, white-haired demon hunter was reduced to being locked away in a mental institution.
Dante fought whenever he was out. He never left this room unless he went to see his shrink. The shrink was named Dr. Richard Kapkov, who was a world-renowned psychologist. He had been trying to convince Dante that his hunting never happened, that it was just a dream.
Dante pounded against the walls, screaming. That's all he ever did. He knew eventually a guard would come to shut him up, but he didn't care. His raw anger fueled him like nothing else. He had saved this wretched planet from demonic infestation so many times and this is how they treated him. Dante was right. A guard came.
"He devil boy, time to go to the shrink."
Dante ran at the man like he did every time. Once he even got to him and broke two limbs. That was six months ago. That was five weeks after they left him here. The guard pulled out a tranquilizer gun that had darts that worked for ten minutes. Long enough to get Dante to the office.
The cop fired two into Dante's chest. He figured out after he got his ass kicked that Dante can last through one. Obviously. He fired more the next time. Dante fell like a rag doll to the ground. The guard put him in a white straight jacket, and picked him up with the help of another.
They carried him down the hall, to the shrink's office. They laid him down on the shrink's couch, where Dante was interviewed. The darts began to wear off after they left.
"So Dante, how are you today?"
"Shut up shrink! I don't belong here!"
"Dante, we've been through this before, you never killed demons. They were innocent people."
The shrink pulled out pictures of brutally murdered people.
"This is Juliet Bernard. You killed her because you thought she was the Grim Reaper. Jim Morrison because you thought he was a demon. John O'Brien, Frank Brodkey, Jenny Anderson, Juan Garcia, Patrick Welch, Ivan Nelson, Garrate Holte, Ian Miller, Hunter Brown, Matt Hawksley, I could go on for hours! It never happened Dante. You tried killing your own brother when he came to see you at your shop because you thought he worked for Satan! Dante you need help!"
Dante paid little attention. He knew it happened. They were the insane ones.
"Your wrong!"
"Dante, your sword was the same used to stab these people. Ballistics show your bullets killed many."
Dante noticed Ebony and Ivory on the desk. Dante was enraged. On the couch he noticed a piece of glass. Using his teeth he picked it up. He cut his right arm free. He lunged foreword and grabbed Ebony. Ebony, the pistol named after the color of death.
Dante blew apart the shrink's face. Guards rushed in. Dante fired non-stop into them. He took a bullet to his lower abdomen. Another guard shot him in the heart. Dante was dead. When they came for his body, his face was covered in tears. Yes, the devil had cried.
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