Scars

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Chapter 6: The Two Drifters

It had been three weeks since Morrigan and Lilith (ahem) 'rented' a room in Dante's shop. Morrigan paid in um…suggestive manners, and this allowed them to stay a long time. Lilith contributed by doing several house duties; mainly calling Pizza Hut to get dinner. As for feeding for herself, they just ordered things like sheep from farms…for the blood…she's part vampire, remember?!

But that's not the point, the point is the story and speaking of which…

One day, things were as normal, which wasn't very normal in normal people's eyes around Dante but then again, what was? Anyway, things were normal, Dante's desk was covered with bills, pizza boxes, and his dirty boots, when the phone rang. Dante lifted a newspaper off his face and glared at the blaring phone, before kicking it off the hook and dragging it over with his heel. "Devil May Cry….no, I am not interested in some stupid prize drawing some bum put me in, and I'm tired of you guys calling just before dinner! I demand to speak to you manager at once!"

((One moment, please.)) And a second later, Dante hung up, just as Lilith came in from the kitchen.

"Who was that?"

"Damn Telemarketers again." The phone blared again and they both gazed at it, Dante's gaze being more vicious than Lilith mainly because this might've been the fifth Telemarketer in the last hour.

It was the fourth ring, Lilith was about to come over and answer herself, but Dante put his hand in front of hers. "But it might be a job."

"Let the answering machine get it…" Time seemed to slow a little as the phone made its seventh ring, then the machine beeped.

((Hey, You've called Devil May Cry. I must be out killing some other demons more important than the ones making your life miserable. But just in case, leave a message after the tone.))

"Um…that sounds friendly."

The Devil Hunter grinned, "Yep, it was like a Kodak moment when I thought up that answering message."

((Mister Dante, I'm disappointed to be unable to catch you. I have a assignment that is related one of your previous jobs; one involving a Succubus named Morrigan and a half breed named Li-)) With a quick jolt, Dante picked up the phone and brought it to his ear.

"Sorry about that sir. I didn't know you had a job for me. What can I do for you?" Lilith stared at Dante, confused about him and simply walked back into the kitchen, leaving the Devil hunter to his business.

((My employer, Mister Lucife would like to meet with you about a job for you.))

"What's the pay?" Dante smiled smugly as if he thought the man on the receiving end could see him.

((I thought you wouldn't mind what the pay was.))

"Times change, so do I. So? What's your offer?"

((I just need you to slay a vicious demon. I've heard of when you defeated practically the entire Underworld Army and killed its lord, saved an entire island civilization from the brink of destruction and when you went on a rescue mission for a halfbreed such as your own. All of which, you took little to nothing as pay. This demon, although not very powerful, may cause much destruction amongst your world. That is why your expertise is needed.))

"You didn't answer my question, what's your offer?" Dante chuckled to himself as the receiving end sighed in frustration. Piss off the man who needs you enough, he thought, and you'll get what you want.

((Very well…$500, how does that sound?))

"Done deal. Where is this?"

((Not far by…))

"Maaaannnn! Thissucksthissuckthissucks this suuucccks!" The feline-human hybrid cried out loudly as she followed behind the man with a black jacket, pair of jeans and hiking boots, as well a dagger sheathed by his side. "Hey, Gem, how much farther does we have to go? Syra's tired, hungry, and Syra wants to go hooommmee!"

Gem sighed and glared back at the neko "Do you do anything besides bitch all the time? I don't know my way around here, but we've been walking for four weeks now. We should be reaching a town, or a village soon. Once we get there, you can eat, sleep all you want."

Syra sniffled and whined, "But Syra's legs are tired."

"If you want, you can stay here, but I'm not stopping." Gem grunted as he moved onward, then he suddenly stopped, looked up and sniffed. "Wait…you smell that?"

Syra breathed deep, calmed and sniffed too "Yeah…Syra thinks it smells like…the ocean!"

"And where there's ocean, there's fish and fish means food!" The male demon glanced back at Syra, smirking "...I think I will take a break afterall!"

Syra jumped for joy, "Yatta! Fishy-fishy for Syra and Gem! Onward to tastiness!" And with that, the neko hurried off in the direction of where she thought the smell was. Gem shrugged and attempted to follow close behind. You see, if you know Nekos, you know that you shouldn't doubt their sense of smell.

They reached the beach within minutes, it was covered with hot white sand, palm trees along the side and a vast big blue before them. Syra's eyes were wide with wonder, drooling a little from what fish she may find. "It's so…beautiful…" She licked the drool from her chin and giggled, "Last one in, is a dirty Gem!" and she raced to the waters, jumped, and threw aside her brown cape and short white dress, which was all she wore, and dived into the water. "Ahhh…it's cold…feels good!" She smiled and waved at Gem "Come on in the water's great!" Gem didn't respond at first, mainly because he still had the image of a naked Syra in his mind and that caused a nose-bleed. However, he came out of his trance and shook his head, "Uh…no, that's okay…I uh…I think I'll find us some drinking water, while you find the food, okay?"

"Kay-kay!" And the neko swam off to hunt.

The devil hunter glanced around the old, run down bar, the chairs stacked on the tables with a coat of dust. His blue eyes scanned the bar for some being, man or demon. He had his trusty pistols were ready at his side as he searched. He gulped silently as he reached the bar counter and slowly looked over it. The information given to him, made him slightly nervous; this demon could not be seen until it striked, and even when seen, it was fast and strong. All Dante really needed to find it and keep it in sight. He bent over, lifting Ivory by his face and gazed under the bar counter…

There was nothing but old wines, and many glasses, both broken and not. Dante sighed, guess he wasn't there, straitened his back, and there he was, a skinny imp-like creature hanging from the ceiling, grinning a crooked smile of fangs. "Allo." He said, that damn smile freaking the crap out of Dante. "What chu doin' ere? No one comes ere anymore."

"You're the demon, I was sent to kill?"

"Demon?!" The creature laughed wickedly "No! I'm no' a demon! Jus' a' ugly man that no 'un likes." He dropped from the ceiling, turned and landed on his feet with a type of…bizarre freaky grace. "I o'n this ere little bar. You're the first in the longest o' times! 'Ow about a drink, on the 'ouse?"

"Thanks, but no thanks. Some guy called my shop and told me to come here, saying a demon was here."

"Oh, a demon, eh? You mean that one behind you?" With a quick jolt, Dante turned and aimed Ivory behind him, nothing was there. The giant imp-man laughed again, "Haha! I love doing t'at to me customers! Hahaha!"

Dante growled and turned Ivory at the annoying creature, "Okay, seriously! Are you the demon? You don't even seem like $500 dollars worth!"

"No, I'm serious. And watch where yer aimin' t'at thing! Could poke an eye out, you could?" Dante grunted and pressed the barrel against the imp-man's head.

"You're getting to the point where even if you weren't the demon, I'd just go ahead and kill you anyway."

With a chuckle, the creature just grabbed the gun and pulled it aside, "Nah-uh-uh! I know you now! Yer that Dante fella' that Tali's waitin' fer! He's in the back."

"Tali?" Dante looked up to the door to the back, then glared back at the imp-man who was still smiling like a jackass to Dante. He began stepping slowly towards the door, keeping Ivory aimed in the imp's general direction, until he passed through the door. After passing through the door, Dante holstered his weapon and looked at the man in the back room. He had black hair, emerald eyes, a white collared shirt, and a pair of black pants.

"Mister Sparda, we meet again." He gestured a seat, "Please sit down."

Dante recognized that voice strait off, "You're the guy who called me. I thought you said, there was a demon here."

"Oh yes, about that, I lied. However there is a demon, I want you to find. There are two actually, a feline-like demon and a jewel demon."

Dante raised a brow, "Okay…I think I know what this feline demon may look like, but what's a jewel demon?"

"They're a powerful type of demon, but not mindless and furthermore, they're a rarity. Most of the time, people, humans and demons alike, can't tell if they are demons, and most demons regret their ignorance."

"Uh-huh…and you don't want me to kill him?"

"Yes, I want quite the opposite. I want you to gain his trust and as for the cat demon, I would like for her to be returned to her tribe. You'll need both of their support for the war."

"Wait, what war?"

"Yes, a war is coming and with it will be an army far greater than even that of Mundus's. I am here to ensure that your world survives the demonic assault…"

"…By enlisting demons to fight for it?"

"Well…they aren't so much as demons as they are um…'special' humans. Sort of like George out there." Tali waved his hand to the door next to Dante.

The hunter's gaze followed, "George? You mean that creepy little munchkin out there?"

"Um, yes, that's the one," the man looked at Dante awkwardly, "Do you always treat strangers like that?"

The Devil Hunter shook his finger, "No! The question is, does he piss off everyone who comes in like that?"

The man chuckled, "I see. Your powers are great, but your temper is short." He laughed some more and rose to his feet, "Well, that's all the information, I've scheduled a flight for you and two companions if you wish to accept this mission."

Putting a hand to his chin, smirking, Dante replied, "Yeah, I'll do it…"

"Good, then your flight is in-"

"For double what you offered." The Demon Slayer grinned, "AND… all expenses paid!" A small vein appeared on Tali's forehead, trying to keep a strait face on, although Dante was really ticking him off.

"…what say we discuss your pay after you do your job." Tali took out a envelope and set it on the table, "Your tickets are in here, good evening, Mister Sparda."

Gemakai: Yet, another filler chapter. Sorry again for the delay, I'm working on other projects right now, and my gaming life isn't helping much.

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