Disclaimer:I dun own Devil May cry...(In the Backround : damn lawers i said it...Take that gun away from me – I have nothing you want so buzz of to some other random sucker – Oh-ho look who has the gun now!Thats right back off, and let me continue with the disclaimer)...Ehem here was I. Oh yes i dun own DMC and any characters not mentioned within the series is mine only. (Keeps gun pointed at lawers) : )

This is my second story, it will have a hell lot of chapters, aprox. 20-30, but dont keep your hopes up, I may pause the story due to exams or some random trip my mother drags me to for vacations.But that doesnt stop Devils Core now does it?

So with what chapters I got enjoy!

Blah blah Someones POV / Flashback

"Blah blah" Someones talking

Blah blah action

D E V I L M A Y C R Y : MISTERY OF OASIS ISLAND

England

Hot puffs of air could be seen infront of her, her feet hurted badly that it would give her blisters...not that it cared.She need to get the child in a safe place, far away from herself.Heavy footsteps echoed behind her, but she kept going, and stopped to look around the corner.

A few feathers fell from the sky and shadows moved around her, she could feel them getting closer, her whole family was destroyed infront of her...no, not destroyed, murdered.Her pain, her joy, her time and strengh taken away in an single moment.The child in her arms was the one of only hopes of the family line to survive, What did she ever do to deserve this.She was taught right, to be a respected woman, but no society wouldn't consider who you are, but What you are.The other children were never targeted, yet they want them all dead.

She turned left into a warehouse, she looked frantic, she placed the unconcious 7 year old in a crate and closed it slightly so air can go through, she brushed a silver strand on the girls face, wiping a bit of blood.The woman´s face was half covered in blood so was her torso, her lungs have been punctured by the hit she recieved, and her ankle sprained.

She looked around, her eyes widened, tears fell freely...it all blackened.

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Manhattan-1995

Streets were filled with busy people, the sound of the car horns ripped throught the air, from above buzzed around, looking through windows, shopping, rushing to get to work.

"Do you know who moved into old McMakenzie's place?"Hawk eyes turned its cold stare over to the two women, walking on the sidewalk, 4 stories below, her ears twitched tuning in she listened.

"No I dont know.Who?" The raven haired woman inquired as they stopped to sit on the bus bench across the street.The 9 year old swirmed in her hands, wanting to sit down alone while she played GameBoy©$.

"A tall...handsome man and his daughter" The chocolate colored woman replied with a dreamy look on her face, tossing a blonde hair out of veiw. "He's name is Sebastian, I believe, but he's not home at times"

"Does she have anyone to take care of her"

"If you consider regular visit to her apartment babysitting..."

"Nobody then, poor thing must be scared being all alone "The woman patted the head of her daughter, whom swatted her hand, groaning "Mom!" She looked back at the blonde female "What does he do for a living?"

"Noone dares ask him, I dont know why, I gave her cookies this morning just to make sure she doesnt starve" The bus passed infront of the 3.

"Well Millie I must be going, tell me everything when i come back" The girl put away her yellow gameboy and hugged Millie "Bye Millie" The raven haired woman waved as both got on the bus.

"Yes, Yes Kalina. Say hi to your husband for me, Bye Mary" She waved a kiss and resumed her path once the bus left.

The Hawk eyes blinked, turning away from the window to stare around the apartment, yellow paint peeled of from the walls in many places, lumpy couches filled the living room and dirty tilles filled the kitchen floor.very few pictures were placed around the living room, the coffee table waas littered with books, papers and pictures of people.

One the biggest lumpy couch slept a man, his body rose and decended to indicate he was breathing.His short blue hair sprawled over the pillow under his head and little snoring coming from his throat.

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Years later

A female figure took of her hat to reveal cascading silver blue hair down to her ankles, she sat down on a bench right infront of a mirror.Grabbing a brush from the drawer she commenced a daily ritual.

I remember when I was little, Id clean up the mess father would make every night, but that day he had taken most of his long working days at home, but he didnt do much but sleep and talk with me if he were awake.Id arrange his papers in order for the next day and clean up, while he would fight to keep food on the table.Id cook his dinner, talk with him and tuck him to sleep.

Hed tell me to stay within the building while he was gone.We review possible escape routes and which one to take in certain occacions, it happened when my mother was alive.And if I needed anything, Id have to go next door to Mrs.Jones (The woman who gave me cookies that day).I can recall once that he didnt come home one night.

The figure gazed intensly on the ghost streets below, swallowed by night, life was nule.It was a day I was fed up with hiding, from being babied.I wanted independence for one night, when I went to the store alone nothing would happen to me, I never feft the breath of danger lingering over my spine.the young ladys hands reached for the lace hanging tightly around her neck, a small oval mirror laid their over her collarbone, and conected to it were diamonds running around the piece of thick black lace.she stared intently in the mirror reflexion.

I dared my Fathers words that day..

The hawk eyed girl ran down the fire escape, surprizingly making no noises, from the 2 stories down, she jumped landing softly on the ground.She immeadiantly made a dash to the park.Minutes later I knew, once that I left, hed turn that very doorknob connecting us to the corridor, but I didnt care I wanted to feel danger, to feel free.

I walked around the park taking big and long steps, streching my legs and swinging my hands back and forth.I remeber seeing him take his long sword out of its scabbard and gracefully cutting the leaves that had fell through the air.I didnt care, he casted a glance at me brushing one of the silver strands that fell on his pale complexion.I kept tking big steps and pushed my chest out a little, I laughed, he stared strangely at me then returning to his training.I watched a bit out of the corner of my eyes as I paraded on the fountains edge.I left after a while, crossing the boundries of the park and a little forrest$$...

I no longer remember.

I see pained images if I try to recall that night, trees frozen, bodies laid around me, blood on my hands and spoiled on the pure white snow below me.My vision returned to me, as I stared at the lake bofre me, sparkling under the thin layer of ice, my body felt dull.Noises came from behind me, I still remeber the bewildered faces of my Father and that silver haired man.

The hawk eyed female stopped in a mid-brush staring into the complexion of the man behind her, she resumed brushing. "Your eyes tell me confusion" He ran a white gloved hand through his pale blonde hair, scanning the pink room for any confort, he failed.

"Some story, eh Kiddo"

"I agree, Dante" She let her hair fall down to the floor again, grabbing a hat from the corner of the desk she got up, Dante pulled out her chair before she could ruin her dark blue dress.A little girl came running in, she looked just like the young lady, only her eyes glistened a sea-green within her cat eyes, her hair was short covering her shoulders, and her forehead.

"The guests are getting restless" She tugged on the older version of hers hand.

"Lets go Demon hunter, lets not keep them waiting"

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Temen-Ni-Gru, I was part of that fearful conspiracy...called Fear Factor.I was the one that helped that silver haired man summon the great tower.But I regret such a thing, my father being his right handed man, had some influence on me, my other father$$$ was also part of this.They needed the blood of the Legendary Dark Knight (which he already had) and the blood of a priestess, mortal.But mine was much more powerful, I had to work with that bastard, Arkham, the murderer of my friends mother, not to mention that was her father.I sweared to her Id leave it to her hands, but i didnt feel convinced.The only thing keeping him alive was my vow to my friend.

I summoned each one of the devils from their hidding places, and told them to keep their guard for a new challenger.I showed everybody a false face.

I wanted to do something right in my life for once.

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Dante let out the mouthful of air he had kept in as he and the limp body over his shoulders got out of the collapsing, heaving the clad blue half-devil further over his shoulder, to prevent him from pushing his wound anymore.

Lady walked over to the demon hunter "Its all over uh?"

"Its only the begining, more will try to open the underworld"

Off in a distance, the hawk eyed female smiled sweetly, as she observed the 3 from the ruined building not far from the shattered tower.Dante looked into her general direction, the silver head turned her back and draped by a black cloth, the cloth drifted away leaving no trace of her.

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$ :Forgot when gameboy was released

$$: Ive made up the whole location of the little forrest

$$$: The Hawk Eyed female(As I like to call her) father Sebastian is only her foster father, Her other father is the man that married her mother, that doesn't mean he is her real father either.

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