Wow...Chapter 2 is up! I hope you all like this story. It actually was a very detailed dream I have had over the
course of several nights. I guess I've been playing too much DMC3. :) Well if you like the story please read and review! All feeback is appreciated and always welcome! Well enjoy Chapter 2! I enjoyed writing it...

"Wake up you piece of shit..." Dante's vision came back enough to see a beastly red demon with giant wings standing over him. Hal of what he was yelling , Dante could't make out, and blood was staining his vision. Regardless he tried to pull himself up. "I said wake up weakling...master wants words with you." Dante pulled together the best smirk he could from his blood stained mouth, and spit on the creatures foot. "You can tell your master that I'd rather eat trash, than converse with it." With that he recieved a painful kick to the ribs, and he doubled over on the ground, coughing up dark blood. "You will show respect for master or I will..." A thunderous boom echoed above, and 3 lights appeared overhead. "That will be enough Akuma...I want him alive, at least for a few more minutes". The demon spit on Dante before turning around and walking towards the lights. "You really need to hire some henchmen with more class Mundus. This guy just spit on me for god's sakeI." Dante got himself up to his knees, looking truely offended, and wiped the spit off of his coat, flinging it at the 3 lights. Blood was dripping from the corners of his mouth, so he wiped it off and flung it at the lights too. "There ya big asshole...now we're even." Dante gave Mudus the biggest, most sarcastic smile he could muster, bloody teeth and all. "SILENCE FOOL!" A roar ripped through the night sky. "I WILL NOT PUT UP WITH ONE MORE SCRAP OF SPARDA INSOLENCE!"

Dante ,sitting there on his knees, dripping with blood and rain, began to laugh. Softly at first, and then loudly for the whole city to hear.

"SHUT YOUR MOUTH WEAKLING, OR PREPARE TO BE SILENCED!" Dante was getting exactly what he wanted. He knew he was far too weak to take on Mundus, so if he was going to die, he figured he'd have some fun on the way out. "YOU WILL DIE HERE IN THIS STREET TONIGHT SON OF SPARDA, SURROUNDED BY YOUR KIND...DOGS." "Well then, I guess that's better than dying with your kind." He paused for a minute and looked at the demon next to Mundus. "Or his kind for that matter...dog SHIT." An angry roar deafened the night, causing Dante to cover his ears. "Temper , temper there big guy. Don't want your little bitch over there.." he gestured towards the demon.."to have to pick your dead ass off the pavement tonight..right?" Akuma growled with rage, but held back, waiting for his masters orders.

"I HAVE HEARD ENOUGH OF YOUR SMART MOUTH YOU HYBRID SCUM!" "Well imagine that Mudus, we actually agree on something that Verge and I didn't. He said that I wasn't that smart but I always knew..." His words were cut off by a sharp wind that knocked him off of his feet. Dante staggered to get back on them, somehow managing to do so, despite his injuries. Even though his clothes were torn and full of dirt and blood, he brushed his coat off. Picking up one side of it, he was upset to see the tears and stains on it. He held it there for several seconds before turning to Mundus with a deadly look in his eyes. "So I have to ask...which one of you dirt bags is gonna pay for this? I mean this was NOT a cheap coat! I am really starting to get pissed off. First you brainwash my brother and turn him against me, then use him to try and kill me, then you send these piece of shit dogs after me, THEN...oh and this is the best part..THEN you ruin my coat. I swear you're gonna pay for..."
"AKUMA, DESTROY HIM! SHOW HIM NO MERCY, FOR HE WILL SHOW YOU NONE!" The 3 lights flashed in the sky and were gone as quickly as they had arrived.Dante was alone, in a living nightmare, against a hoarde of hellhounds, and one extremely pissed off demon. "This should be fun" he thought to himself and charged toward his fallen sword.

Dante made a pained sprint toward where the hound had discarded Rebellion. He grabbed it quickly from the ground, making a mad dash up the building in front of him, slashing 2 hounds on the way up. He perched himself in a window sill attempting to take in the situation before him. "Jesus there are alot of you bastards. Oh well just more fun for my girls." Dante put Rebellion on his back and drew ebony and ivory. In one fluid motion he jumped out off of the building leaving a trail of bullets in his wake. Dante spun in the air sending gunfire in all directions. Akuma just stood to the side and waited for the hounds to be exterminated. He knew that even injured, Dante was a powerful foe, not to be taken lightly, and no mere hell hounds could kill him, or so he thought. He wanted Dante injured and worn thin for their fight. He was taking no chances. Dante continued to plug away at the beasts, but it felt to him like he was fighting a loosing battle. "Man do you guys just reproduce that quickly or what?" Just as he said that a hound took him by suprise from the side knocking him onto the wet pavement. His head hit the ground hard, blurring his already impaired vision. Ebony and ivory were knocked from his hands, and landed far away on the other side of the street. The hounds were closing in for the kill, and he knew it. Thats when Dante did something he never thought he would ever do. He laid there and gave up. He was beaten, bloody, tired, and frustrated. He didn't have anymore drive left in him. He laid there thinking how stupid he was for not using his devil trigger earlier that evening. Maybe it wouldn't of come to this. Now he was too tired and drained to even think about it. Akuma watched as the hounds closed in on their meal. Shrugging he assumed Dante's defeat and flew into the lightening streaked sky. He would tell his master that he single handedly killed the demon slayer, Dante.

Dante could feel the skin on his back being ripped open. He could smell the foul stench of wet dog, and the putrid smell of their breath all around him. He had never been in pain like this before, but in a way he could feel his body going numb. Just as he was prepared to take his last breath, the hound on top of him was sliced into two perfectly split pieces. It fell onto both sides of him, leaving a trail of blood across his body. The other hounds had begun to back off now, growling and snarling at the source of the chaos. Dante looked up to see a tall man in a black hooded cape standing over him. "I will protect you as I should of done long ago." The mans voice seemed so familiar and calm but Dante couldn't place it. The man picked up Dante gently and carried him to the side of one of the nearby buildings. "Stay here..this will only take a moment." The man left Dante and proceeded into the middle of the street. He just stood there, holding what looked to Dante like a katana, down at his side. He waited patiently as the hounds beganto circle him, finally surrounding him completely. The man kept his head down, then gracefully extended one of his legs and unsheathed his sword. Swinging the blade in an elegant swirl the hounds looked uneffected, but a moment later all were decapitated. The hounds attacked at that moment from all sides, but from what Dante could see, the man was having no trouble dispering all of them. Dante was captivated by the way the man moved. Elegant and graceful, yet deadly, and precise. Dante could slowly start to feel his body loosing the battle with life. He looked down at his thigh, which by now should of healed almost completely. It was still wide open, and blood was flowing freely from it. The edges of the wound had a strange greenish hue to them that he hadn't seem before. "Shit...here I am dying and now I'm turing green. How humiliating." He started to slump over from his sitting position, only to fall into awating arms. "You have been poisoned. Drink this." The man, whose face was still guarded by his hood, gave Dante a vial of purple liquid. He threw it back like a shot. "Damn that stuff tastes like shit! It reminds me of something my mom made for me when I was..." He stopped mid-sentence. His blue, glistening eyes grew huge. He looked up at the man holding him, raising a hand to his hood. The man made no effort to stop Dante, but simply sat patiently, head down. Dante's vision was getting blurry and he felt and overwheling wave of exhaustion taking him. Just before he passed out he pushed the man's hood back and gasped at what he saw. "It can't be...you're dead..."

Sorry about the cliffhanger...but I gotta make you wanna keep reading somehow :) I am so evil I know...LOL Please R&R:)