Chapter One: A Crazy Party

The phone rang from the front room, and Dante sighed heavily. Damn it was too early for him to be getting phone calls. He groaned and kicked open the bathroom door, walking down the short distance to his office door. This too was kicked aside as the tall demon-hunter stalked into his office, his hands rushing back and forth across his hair trying to dry it. He smiled as he saw that the pizza from last night was still sitting on his desk. He walked over and stared at the fallen chair, slipping his foot under the arm rest. He kicked it up, the wooden seat flipping into the air, before landing perilously on one leg. He dropped into it even as it was still righting itself from its sky-wards journey.

He swung his feet high, and slammed them down on his desk, the phone jerking off its receiver and flying in the air as his chair had. He stretched out his hand, the phone landing n his outstretched palm which he slowly and diligently brought to his ear. He scoffed and said,

"Sorry, not open for business yet."

He flipped the phone and it landed on the receiver with a gentle clink before the demon hunter gave another scoff. He reached out for his cold pizza scooping the box up and sitting it on his lap. He looked about his 'office', smiling at his pool table and his jukebox. The only things that remained from his old house, where… 'No,' he decided, 'best not to think on that.' His eyes fixed on the picture of a beautiful blond woman on his desk.

"I haven't even picked a name for this joint… and already I'm getting calls…"

Dante Sparda was just out of his teens, striking the big 2-0 only a few days previous. His brother was the same, but being the polar opposite of Dante's youthful, cockiness was acting more like his was hitting thirty. Even out of his teens, Dante had a physique most guys would die for, and in a different meaning the ladies would to. Dante smiled and lifted a piece of pizza to his mouth, taking a bite out of it and staring at his feet.

His thick black boots were unzipped down the front and his brown, baggy combats flowed over the top of them. He looked scruffy and untidy at just about all times, but he didn't really care. His shoulder length silver hair was well kept, but left simply to hang about his shoulders rather than be styled in any way.

The door to his office clicked open, and Dante looked up throwing the pizza box back to the desk and looking at the man who had just entered his office. The man was bald and tanned but had an ugly birthmark running up the side of his face. It took Dante a moment to realise, but the 'birthmark' as he mistook it for really was running up the side of his face; flowing below the surface of his skin. Dante glared at two-mismatched eyes but could sense nothing wholly demonic within the man.

"You a customer too? Well, if you wanna use the bathroom, help yourself. The toilets in the back."

The man ignored Dante's comment and Dante frowned. Dante hated being ignored almost as much as he hated people talking more than him. He swung his feet off the desk and leaned back on his chair, watching the strange customer.

The man walked up towards Dante, tracing the side of the pool table with one long finger as he walked towards him. There was something really weird about the guy, even if there was nothing demonic about him. 'Heh, I've met some fucked up folks, and most haven't even been demons,' Dante thought with a smirk.

"Are you Dante…? Son of Sparda?"

This caught Dante's ears. He sat forwards a little, a frown furrowing on his brows. How in the name of Hell did this… guy know Dante's name, and further more, that he was Sparda's son? Dante had kept his true identity an absolute secret, building up his life as Dante Kristofferson, telling all that he was Canadian. He frowned more this time.

"Where did you hear that?"

The man had stopped in front of Dante's desk now. Dante's glared up at him, wanting no more than to stand up and expel this weirdo from his shop right now. But first things were first…

"From your brother…"

Ah… Things fell into place in Dante's mind now. Vergil Sparda, the cold and collected twin brother of Dante. Dante hadn't seen Vergil in at least a year now, ever since the anniversary of their mother's death. Dante and Vergil didn't get along as much as they did before, but things were demanded of the devil-twins by each other. One was visiting Mom's grave, every year without fail.

The man was eying his amulet and smirked a rather evil looking smirk. Dante detested this kinda freak walking about in general, let alone in his shop. The man's fingers traced across Dante's desk, just as Dante was about to stand up.

"He sent this… invitation for you. Please accept it"

The man flipped the desk up, but Dante had been waiting on something happening. He flipped with it, soaring high into the sky as the table crashed against the back of the room. Dante landed on it moments after, catching his falling gun as it fell through the air.

His finger snapped the hammer back on Ivory as he swept it over the room once, looking for the mysterious figure, who had vanished. Dante let out a sigh of anger and jumped down from his place on the table, holding out his hand. The pizza box landed on it and the pieces of pizza followed. Dante stuffed his white custom magnum handgun down the back of his pants, and with his free hand grabbed the slice of pizza he had tried starting before the weirdo interrupted him.

"Invitation, huh?"

He lifted it above his open mouth, tilting back his silver topped head and lowering the slice down to its inevitable doom of Dante's open mouth. He barely got it into his mouth, when demon portals erupted around him to the sounds of tinkling glass and Dante was helpless as six sickles slammed into his body. He grunted as his blood oozed from his numerous wounds. He bit down on the pizza in his mouth and lowered his hand, just as one of the demon's glanced at his hand. His fist smashed into its face, sending the hapless scum across his shop, its stony mask landing on his hand.

He twirled it, allowing it to spin on his finger. He walked forwards, causing most the demon's to let go of their sickles as he did so. One hung on, dumbfounded, but Dante's foot slammed into his face sending him flying at his fellows, the skull thrown back at them.

He marched over to the jukebox, his walking slightly stiff due to having numerous cold blades pierced through his body. He stopped before the jukebox, the demons attentively following him, unsure of what to do. He tore one of the sickle's from his chest, and threw it far out at the fan, which fell on some of the demons.

Suddenly, Dante's hand flew into the air, forefinger extended, a cocky grin on his features, and the demon's behind him took a few steps back, startled. Dante's grinned at their fear and shouted,

"This party's getting' crazy! Let's rock!"

His finger pressed the button for one of his favourite tracks, Get On Top by the Red Hot Chilli Peppers. It didn't start, and Dante frowned, his finger slamming into the button twice more. He shrugged and half turned, before spinning back to his jukebox and slamming his fist down on it. Electricity sparked, and the song started. Dante's boot started tapping on the floor and he heard the demon behind him lurch forwards.

He put his pizza in his mouth and swung back, slamming the sickle in his left arm directly into the face of the first demon. He brought his left arm back around, and the blade slid free of his arm, the wounds closing over instantly. The demon dropped, reduced to nothing but dust.

His foot rose up, catching a leaping demon in the chest, and dragging it down to the floor, where he brutally kicked its face in. His right arm was up next, catching a third demon in the neck and then pulling itself free of the blade dug into it. He pulled his pizza from his mouth, now reduced to a crust and discarded it with a quick throw. He spun, throwing his foot behind him and catching a demon's face which he proceeded to drag across the floor with ease, before kicking up into the air. He let out an elated 'Woohoo' and kicked a fourth Hell-Pride across the room into the wall. He bent down, and a sickle went through the air where he was moments before. His fingers gripped Ivory and he pulled the gun out of his pants and proceeded to defy gravity, throwing his body back to avoid another vicious cut, twirling Ivory about his fingers and causing sparks to fly as the twin pieces of metal clashed.

Dante stuck his gun in the fiend's mouth and pulled the trigger, blowing it into billions of tiny sand particles. He grinned and kicked another demon, pushing it down to its back, where he leapt on it and kicked off across his office surfing his enemy. He scooped up Ebony and began firing the twin guns, bullets blasting across his office and blowing up the various Pride's that had chosen to invade his office. He finished his ride on the demon, flipping off it and allowing it to collide painfully with the wall. He grinned and delivered a kick to another Pride, shooting it with the duel guns. He spun his guns, pointing Ebony out, firing two successive shots at a demon. The first blew it out of existence, the second slammed into the hilt of another's weapon. He grinned and back-flipped, landing on the edge of his pool table, hard, causing it the flip onto its end and the balls to all go sailing through the air.

Dante stood as the harmlessly sailed by, raising Ivory to blast a bullet into the cue ball, which proceeded to smash into every other ball, and send three prides to their maker. He twirled Ebony, firing a shot off to the side, which struck the hilt of his great bastard sword Rebellion. It was the only keep-sake Dante had left of his now gone father, and as it sailed through the air Dante was so glad to have it. He turned on heel and sliced outwards with the sword, cutting his precious pool table in half, as well as the Hell-Pride, who was stupid enough to be standing behind it. He kicked the top half off at another Pride, crushing its body and the lower half followed slamming into another.

Dante turned and surveyed his shop as more demons burst into existence about him, including some Hell-Lust's. He shook his head and shouldered Rebellion, addressing no one in particular as the song ended.

"The end? Don't bet on it."

Dante turned and faced the Hell-Prides and Lust's that had filled his office, and swung Rebellion round at his enemies. The first caught the silver blade in his face, and Dante brought the blade about with the demon still on it and threw the demon through the air into another. He blocked a vicious upper cut with a sickle and slammed Ebony into the demon's face, blowing it away. His sword slipped into the chest of a Lust and he yanked it out, destroying its body. He kicked another Hell Lust, which burst out of the door for his shop, and Dante back-flipped as another sickle shot underneath his flying body.

He landed and Rebellion removed the head of the offending demon. He grinned and twirled his sword, slamming it into another demon as it charged at him, and blocking two descending sickles. His fingers gripped the first Pride's neck and he crushed them together, the windpipe crushing too. His hand caught the sickle deftly and slammed the blade into the second Pride's face.

Dante twirled and the last Pride collapsed as he sat down on the end of his destroyed pool table, twirling Rebellion between his fingers. He looked at the door, and saw more Hell's were gathering outside. He snatched up his coat and slammed his guns into the holsters on its back, and threw the gun over his shoulder. He glared at the door, and raised his foot, slamming it into the door.

"Look's like this is gonna be on hell of a party!"