Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry 3. Capcom owns it. Lucky for them.

Prepare yourself for Devil May Cry 3: Dante's Special Awakening Edition! Enjoy!

Note: If you're a devoted and serious fan of the dmc series. Please do not get offended if any of these characters sound canon, wrong attitude, bad grammar, and the story does not follow the original.Plus all the characters are from dmc3. No Mary Sues, no nothing.

The sky was bathed with a hazy reddish-orange color. The full moon was visible through that yolk colored horizon. Today was the day that Arkham will take over the world...and eventually become a god! This was his lifelong dream. He couldn't wait to backstab Vergil when they are going to open the demon world. Too bad he never told Vergil the part about Sparda sacrificing a mortal priestess.

"Send this invitation to my brother." Vergil nonchalantly told Arkham. The mucky face man was puzzled by this, "What do you want me to tell him?"

"Just flip over his desk...I don't know...summon some demons. Do whatever you want." Vergil added some random ideas. He wished that Arkham hurry up with the pail of dirt.

"Now are you sure this is correct?" Vergil asked as Arkham buried him in to the ground.

"Why of course...why do you ask?" the 'old' man replied. He looked at the red book in his hand. "After all, when the Temen-ni-gru rises from the ground, you will be at the very top looking over the horizon."

"Are you blind, this is absolutely ridiculous!" the semi-devil glared up at Arkham, "I hired you knowing your background in the dark arts. I was expecting you to raise the tower by a chant of words, magic, voodoo, or something! But not this cheap trick of planting me into the ground so that it would just pop up!"

"Don't you want the power of Sparda or not?" Arkham replied sternly, "It takes time, now if you will excuse me, I'm going to send the invitation."

"Get lost." Vergil whispered after he left, "Pathetic human."

So thus, the young and incredibly sophisticated devil laid buried in dirt waiting for the tower to rise beneath him. He doubt it will.

As for Arkham...

He walked extra slow to find the location of where Vergil's other twin might be. Arkham stared at the shop for a long time. Inside he saw the same exact duplicate of Vergil except this one looked sloppy. He saw Dante pick up the phone and put it down again. Arkham was surprised how different the two brothers are from each other. This Dante likes pizza, big guns, chicks, naughty magazines, and hardcore rock music. That kind of music gave Arkham the headaches. Where as Vergil who is the complete opposite, despises everything except for power, Yamato, and maybe some lipgloss. Arkham made the sign of the cross and thank god for giving him a daughter and not a son.

Before Arkham could enter, Dante yelled from inside, "Hey freak! We're not open for business yet so get off my property!"

Arkham entered anyway.

"How come no one takes me seriously anymore." Dante muttered. He was fresh from the showers, sitting all so proudly in the arm chair with his feet over the desk counter. He looked meanly at Arkham and chew on his pizza.

"If you want to take a poo, toilet's in the back. Careful it doesn't flush."

Arkham felt a vein throbbing from his forehead. This twin is so ill-mannered, he's worse than Vergil. So the bald man ignored Dante and skid his fingers over the side of the pool table.

"Is your name Dante, Son of Sparda?"

"Where did you hear that?" Dante asked suspiciously. He narrowed his eyes into slits at Arkham. He watch the creepy bald guy walk up to his desk.

"From your brother." Arkham replied as he stared down Dante's amulet.

"Don't you know its rude to stare." Dante covered his chest. "Are you gay or something?"

"I was just admiring your amulet that's all." he lied through a false smile

"Okay, whatever." the young man frowned.

"He sent this invitation for you...please accept it." Akham raised his and does the peace sign. Dante yawned.

"Lame dude, very lame."

Another vein began to throb in Arkham's head. That was it, he has had enough of this.

So he decided to flip the bad finger.

Dante's jaw dropped open and just before he could react; the bald man shoves his desk at him.

Arkham saw the chance and ran out of the shop before Dante could see him. He summoned a couple of demons to defeat Dante.

So as we see it in this scenario, Dante flips coolly on top of his desk and catches one of his trademark guns. He hops down and mutters something about the invitation. He catches his pizza, picking up a slice to eat. Then Leviathian's fat butt crushed his shop.

To be continued...

I will continue this in the future if possible...peace out.