Disclaimer: I am back peoples as you know already I DO NOT OWN DEVIL MAY CRY series. Maybe I own a poster or two. BUT THATS IT. No need to bring out the lawsuits.
Lets get it on with!
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Now in days
Life on the streets was almost none existant, occassional couples passed by. It as mid-October and it was already snowing in Manhattan, strange isn't? But no one seemed to care and the few people there seemed to enjoy the emptiness. The sun was almost ready to set.
A lonely man sat upon a bench, his eyes concentrating on the book infront of him. A single silver strand caressed his forehead's skin, as the wind blew slightly, the man's sky blue eyes stared intently at the large book, it's leather spine laid on his gloved hands, and with the other he turned the delicate page. It was written in an hieroglifical language with green ink. Pictures of demons printed on its surface doing unspoken things to humans, turning the page again, it showed two amulets, then the two amulets together in a pool of what seemed like bood. Sighing deeply he closed the book, dust scattered over his grey winter coat. Grabbing the slender scabbard next to him, and the coffee cup along with it he walked away from the happy setting. The full moon shone brightly over the sky after its victory over the sun.
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The vision focused onto the window far away, a violet haired man sat with 3 lady companions; the sitting next to him had long bronze hair and dazzling blue eyes, within her hand she held a glass of red wine. Another woman had a green eye, her other eye lightly covered by her short dark chocolate hair. The last of the woman covered half of her face with her vibrant crimson hair, she also had emerald colored eyes.
The long distance vision faded a bit so the whole window could be seen, the women chatted contently with the man, theirs smiles twisted slightly evily and their eyes grew a violent glint. A click was heard through out the silent atmosphere, a vertical and horizontal line crossed each other to mark the target; the red eyed man.
A frustrated sigh escaped the figure, it lowered the Sniper rifle letting it hang from its side effortlessly. Strolling around, thinking, and watching the 4 in the window feast upon a brought dinner by the maids of the enormous mansion. Stomping, while looking through the windows view, the figure ran a silver gloved hand over the black mask upon its face. It took out a black cellphone and dialed a number.
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A motorcycle engine roared up with life, buzzing out into the dark silence. A man weaved his leg brandished in tight red leather pants over the seat. Confining his silver .45 handgun after decapitating a sole demon running around in the murky streets of New Jersey. Being called for a rode trip for only a pesky devil wanna-be pissed him off greatly. But the pay was good.
Sighing deeply as the sky-blue eyed man started his way toward what he called home. His friends, Lady, Trish and Lucia disappeared while he was on a mission like this only no one to hunt and no one to pay him. When he returned to the office, no one was their to greet him with a gunshot to the head or a hug. But with all the sightings gave enough money to handle damages and future expenses.
The sword which laid on his back as he sped up the highway back to Manhattan crackled with more vigor than before.
Upon arriving at the Devil May Cry HQ (As he baptized himself after taking Lucia as a partner) Dante Sparda threw himself at the red busted couch´s mercy. He closed his eyes, yawned bit and his eyelids closed and opened slowly, almost dangerously into slum-
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The silver haired man's eyes shot wide open.
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A moment passed
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Dante rolled to the other side of his body. Groaning in frustration.
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Again he blinked, while the old fashion phone threatened to ring itself off the receiver. He grabbed the leather boot he took off a moment ago and threw it at the device. All together it tumbled to the floor not 15 ft. away (His NEW place is bigger than before), the phone fell off the receiver and it stopped ringing.
This time Dante didn't try to go to sleep. If someone was this desperate to not understand that he wants to sleep, it must be urgent.
"Please leave a message after the beep…BEEP…Dante I know you've been ignoring me but pick up the phone! I need to tell you something. Come on, Pick Up! Fine be that way! After all, why do I keep butting in other peoples business. And if you feel in the mood to talk you know where to find me. BEEP"
Dante rolled over to face the ceiling, he closed his eyes remembering.
Flash Back
A sickening thud resounded in contrast to the room's walls, a crack was then heard after signaling bones breaking against some strong impact. A low groan the sounds of it came from a woman. It was so dark Enzo couldn't see but hear only. Another impact was thrown fracturing more bones, a blood curdling scream hit the air.
"Stanislav, we are here to retrieve them, not kill them! Boss' orders" Enzos vision seemed to clear out a bit, he saw a grey blurry figure grab a white one and toss it over his shoulder. It came more into focus, Lady was being carried by a blonde man, she hung limply there and blood trickled down her chin.
Trish laid slumped in an almost sitting position with her back against the wall, her head lolled down on her right shoulder. The large man above her cracked his knuckles which were filled with the womans blood. He nudged her with his foot, the blonde woman fell to her left due to the lack of balance of weight.
He need to remain still if he wanted to stay alive. Just as he was about to look for that red head Dante introduced him, Lucia was it? The italian saw an emblem on the back of their black coats. An 'F' enlaced with an 'S' and surrounding it were engraves of a blue fire.
"FIRESTORM" He read silently to himself. The hefty man picked up Trish and then walked over to the other side of the room and picked up the red head the he seeked earlier.
"Liam, what are we to do with this ignorant here" He jabbed Enzo sharply in with his foot. The plump man bit on his own lip so he wouldnt shout in pain.
"Leave him for the demons to eat, Im sure theyre hungry right now." Liam placed a box in the italians hands "Give this to your friend Dante on behave of Firestorm will ya?"
Later that day, when Dante returned to the shop, everything seemed normal from the outside, but then as he entered he found Enzo lying on the floor, the furniture chopped into pieces, a metallic scent filled the air- the liquid leaked on the wooden floor and walls dampening it-, the lights went in and out. Dante dropped his keys and ran over to the plump man. His eyes were swollen and there were large bruises on his shoulder joint.
"What did they do to you man?...Hm?" Dante looked around and saw within his stuby fingers was a box. 'For Dante' The silver haired man opened it. His brows knitted together. "Lets get you to a hospital, then I'll deal with those bastards"
A figure rested her head upon the desk in an isolated room, curtains draped down and floor polished. A racket was heard outside of her office, many muffled shouts probably just beyond her door. She lifted her head up and dared anybody to cross it without permission.
Knock on the door. "Come in" A young woman with vivid orange hair came in closing the door loudly as if preventing anyone from coming in.
"A…man…came to...see…you…Miss…Shall I…let…him…in?" She said between pants. The dark woman got up from her chair.
"Do please" The secretary gave her boss a worried look "Do no worry if he's dangerous, I'll manage" The boss grabbed behind her back a long shiny object
She sighed "As you wish" she let go of the handle, before the female could think gunshots filled the air. She twisted the item within her hand infront of her, the bullets bounced off the long blade.
"Dante…"
"Where are they!" Dante prodded his black handgun in the middle of her chest, she held the katana at his throat.
"What are you talking about?" He threw the box on her desk. She looked sideways and seized it, look inside it she saw something she had lost sometime ago. Her family amulet, a T in gold surrounded by black flames and a pheonix.Thunder."How did you get this?"
"I can't believe you! You gave it to your cronies! You ordered it to happen, Veronica!"
"Dante I..!" But before she could answer the silver head already left. Her hawk eyes gleamed in sadness, than in determination.
End flashback
Dante was finally able to closed his eyes.
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A warm mist rose up from the item before him, cradled in his hands to produce heat from the harsh winter outside, anger and tension was in the air as she entered. Storming in, the clouds grew even darker last night, heavy hail came upon anyone whom roamed the late darkness. He sighed blowing light the vapor of the mug, the grey coated man looked over to the window.
The woman of last night stood staring through it with only a long sleeved shirt and black shorts, hands crossed over her chest." You act as if its Summer" She looked over her shoulder at the sound of his voice, he pushed the mug to his lips.
"What's wrong" It was more like an order than a question.
"I've told you already. I believe I don't have to tell you again"
"Was it because of his stubborness, Veronica" Statements.
"You know the answer"
"Lies blind us all…but it may also lead us to the truth" She turned to sit down next to him, Vergil's pale blue eyes look sideways as he drank further. He lowered it from his mouth, held it infront of him as she poured more hot liquid.
"You need to stop reading fortune cookies…I need to stop bringing chinese food." The silver head man just looked at her but said nothing in his defense.
"I can see why woman get so hooked up on chocolate even if its liquid" Veronica brought the kettle's neck to her mug…no hot choclate. She looked at Vergil a bit bewildered.
"You need to stay off MY chocolate and chinese food"
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