NOTE: I'm sorry I haven't updated for a while. I was virtually out of ideas. I'm glad I've got a few people who like this. All the more reason to continue! I hope you all learn to like this, 'cause I'm trying to make it somewhat interesting.

Disclaimer: I still, even after then endless hours of doing random things, do not own anything from the DMC series. ( sob, sob)

Dante smiled in grim delight as the Vanguards fell to the ground; their lifeless bodies sitting in a puddle of their own blood. His eyes shined with a temporary ease in his seemingly endless bloodlust, and he shook with energy that he'd yet to release. "Done already guys? You know, you're gonna ruin my fun that way." Dante said to the corpses in a mocking tone. Triata kneeled a distance away from the bodies, shaking still from the surprise of the attack. Her crystal brown eyes were wide and dark from shock; her hair was blood soaked and stained with a deep colored red.

"Where did they come from so fast?" Triata asked in a shaky voice. Slowly, she rose to her feet, taking careful steps over to Dante. Her arm was bleeding bad, but was slowly healing over. She became uneasy and frightened at the sight of her skin coming together so fast, not to mention at it's own accord. The deep ruby red colored blood dripped off her fingers. Those evil little demons would pay for slicing her arm with that massive scythe. She would cut them all down, all of them. Dante looked over at her, his eyes still aglow and thought about where they may have come from. He didn't get a chance to voice his thoughts, as a horrendous sound rang through the atmosphere.

Vergil's scream tore the air with a razor-like pitch and volume. Even the sky went dead at the deafening sound. Triata became surrounded by an odd aurora that blackened and ripped the air into a cold warp. Within seconds, the blackness vanished, and she seemed to be in utter peace with the world.

"What the hell?" Dante said in a confused tone. He slipped Rebellion into it's sheath and reached out for Triata. Suddenly, she came alive and struck out with the sword that she'd been holding onto since just before the Vanguards' attacked. She bashed him in the shoulder with her blade, and then tore the sword from his flesh. He screamed in surprise at the original shock of pain, but quickly grabbed Rebellion from it's sheath and spun it on Triata. The blade caught her left hand and sliced the palm open; blood spurting from the wound from the moment the skin cut. But, it healed at a speed that was sick even for a demon, and she gripped the hilt of her sword once more.

"You will not live past the noon hour, half breed." Triata said in an inhuman voice.

"I told you I'd kill you if you betrayed me, and I meant every word of it!" Dante said in a frustrated, yet clearly amused voice. Slashing his sword at her without mercy, he aimed for her chest. He would plunge his sword into her heart and win himself a victory against the demon that had become Triata. 'That sword is probably something she obtained in Hell.' He thought. She would die this hour, no matter the cost.

Triata dodged the blade of his massive sword, and opened her mouth as wide as it would go. She revealed two rows of sharp, demon-like teeth that could tear through bone. Dante was set off guard at this sight, and for it he felt the pain of sharpened steel driven deep into his shoulder once more. He winced and cringed in agony, and a river of the purest of hates ran through him. A red light that seemed to be littered with the black scars of loathing exploded around his form, and Triata's sword flew from Dante's shoulder.

Screeching desperate cries that her sword not be lost, Triata teleported at a lightning speed to where the sword would fall. She caught it where it was to land, but by the blade instead of the hilt. The metal was molten in temperature, and it burned through her flesh. With an anguished cry and a loud clatter, Triata dropped the sword to the ground and fell to her knees.

Dante's form was slowly becoming easier to recognize as the glow subsided, and he looked more like a shining shadow than a man surrounded by light. As Triata reached down to grab her sword in her torn hands, she saw, to her horror, that it was gone. She flipped her head around in panic as she searched for the weapon which had laid by her feet only seconds before, and went into a fit of rage when she saw that Dante held it in his hands; though he was yards away. Now, the real test began for the both of them. Triata, though not of her own accord, had entered Devil Trigger. She indeed, was at least a part demon; that Dante was sure of now. Her eyes were lit with a red fire that abolished her ability to show feeling through them. But, as the cub learns their skills, so must the lead of the lions earn his place as the dominant one.

Dante, too, was in Devil Trigger. His wings were spread in a threatening manner, and he wielded two swords: the Rebellion and Yaramoto Dragon. His eyes were glowing with obvious rage and amusement. 'The oddest of feelings he can display together with one and other.' Triata thought through her own anger. Bounding from the virtual Hell she kneeled on, she swiped he slowly-forming demon claws at Dante. He brought Rebellion up to meet her attack, and threw Triata back ten feet. Spreading his wings to their full width, Dante flew from the ground, taking to the skies. He lowered the swords to his sides and waited for Triata to make her move.

With unnatural speed Triata turned onto her feet and stood to stare Dante in the eyes. Raising Yaramoto Dragon to point it at Triata; he made a cutting motion over his own throat, then laughed as she spread her wings in an attempt to scare him.

"Are you afraid, half breed?" Triata asked in the inhuman voice she now spoke with.

"Hahaha… Why should I be?" Dante asked in a mocking tone. His voice seemed to be doubled over with an echo when he spoke.

"Because, you're part human. A wretched being that should never have had the right to step on the face of this planet. One who is soon to be annihilated!"

"I hate it when the speech caries on for more then a couple seconds." Dante said, clearly trying to annoy Triata. He succeeded in doing so as she surged from the dirt covered ground to meet him in the air; snatching at the sword in his hands. He tried to spin out of the way, but was victorious only in losing Rebellion. Enraged, Dante kicked Triata to the ground and landed to meet her. As she stood, using all her strength to lift the massive sword, she felt herself shake in horror at his next words: "…. Die."

Sorry to leave you hanging like that. I'm already working on the next chapter, so don't fret friends! It shall be up soon!

Brain: Don't listen to her!

Me: Must you speak every time?

Brain: I'm part of the fic now. Nothing you can do about that! NOTHING! Muwuwahahahaha!

Yeah….. O.O? I hope to have some more of this done soon. R&R!

P.S. Sorry this is kinda short.