Chapter 4: Going on the Search

Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry I wish I did.

It was about noon when the pizza finally came to the office and no one had spoken in all that time, the ladies from shock, Knives from a nervous behavior, Nicholas because it was just his nature and Dante because he was too busy looking at the catalogue in his hand. The delivery man left in a hurry because he swore he could feel murder radiating from the room and it all felt so oppressive, enough so that he felt that if he didn't get out of that room he would be beaten within an inch of his life. With all of his realization of how dangerous it would be to stay a second longer in that shop, the poor delivery man ran for his life, but he mistook the direction of the anger and hate because the hate wasn't coming from anyone in the room, it was coming from outside. Dante, however, didn't sense how tense everything was since he assumed that everyone else would have caught onto Nicholas being anything but human.

"You knew about this for a while didn't you Dante," said Lady as she looked accusingly at Dante who looked right back at her like he was wondering if it was just that time of the month for her. "Don't give me that look, you could have told me that the kid was really a fucking devil in disguise."

"I figured you might shoot him since you seem to be dead set on killing every single devil walking the earth," replied Dante as he started to drink the cold Guinness that had been his fridge for the past month and then he could feel other eyes looking on him, the eyes of Relena. "Don't tell me that you both have those primitive convictions of devils like any other human, I at least thought you two were above it."

"I am above it, but still I am suspicious of the fact that I have not been trusted much when I trust them very much," replied Relena before looking at Dante and adding, "I especially found it odd that you didn't tell me this until now when it seems you knew it the day you met him."

"I figured you two could tell since he does seem to have abnormal strength and speed that no human should possess," said Dante as he emptied the bottle and threw up in the air, only to shoot it before it reached a seventy-one degree angle. "It should make no difference either way whether he is devil or human, he is helping us after all and he is better by all standards, then a lot of humans in this town."

"Well that's not the point here," snapped Lady as she looked at the supposedly sleeping devil child. "The point is that someone was only giving us half of the story and we have to decide whether to believe his good intentions based on his behavior and decision to not be fully honest with us, which makes things rather bleak for him."

"You're one of his judges, I'd say that's already bleak enough," commented Dante as he finally got down from his chair and stared at Lady with serious eyes. "What really bothers you about him, Lady? Is it the fact that he didn't tell you he was a devil or was it the fact that he is a devil, one of the things you hunt without discrimination might I add?"

"Right now we are only focusing on his lack of honesty, which brings him into great questioning," replied Lady as she avoided his gaze, instead going for something else.

"Well I figured it would best to leave all of this under the bridge so as not to cause any problems," said Nicholas in his defense, but it didn't help his case at all.

"If we are to work with you then you must be completely honest on who you are and where you came from," demanded Relena as she leaned towards the devil child.

"My name is Nicholas, or at least that was the name of his brother," started Nicholas as he pointed a finger at his partner and good friend. "His brother died right about the same time we met, in fact his brother was the first person to unearth me from the mountain after I was buried under rock and brimstone, pretty much whatever Sparda had poured over me. Due to his sealing of the gate between this world and the demon world, I was left weak with only the power I had to get by, but I was no match for the legendary dark knight and so I was incased in that mountain. True, I had served in the army of darkness and hadn't woken up to justice like Sparda had, but I was probably the most humane of the dark knights as well as the weakest. Unfortunately for the boy, my sword also fell from the rock and in the search for something to nourish me, found the boy, and I was brought back to some of my former power by the boy. Knives was a bit reluctant to admit it, but it was not my fault since I did not tell the sword to fall from where it did, nor did I tell the boy to dig there. It all just happened and that is how we came to meet."

"Maybe you should tell me the unabridged version," commented lady as finally took a slice of pizza and bit into it, the familiar taste of garlic and raw ham filling her mouth. Dante ate this everyday and somehow she had grown tired of eating it even though she herself had never even tasted it. "Why do you always eat this and never try anything else, you'll die from this habit?"

"There are a lot worse things in my life than eating healthy, besides with my blood I could live forever off of this food," replied Dante as he finally took his feet off the desk and turned toward Relena. "I think you'd better get one of your jets ready, we should leave tonight."

"Don't be too hasty or you might just get in over your head," warned Nicholas as he too sat up and picked up one of his puppets. "We should prepare for a lot of enemies since it is an old castle and they just love to pour them all in like that."

"Got a point," admitted Dante as he took a business card off of his desk. "And I know the perfect person to see about getting prepared."

The shop that Dante had been referring to, had been arranged with many assault rifles, submachine guns, semi-automatic side arms, and other weapons for demon hunting. On the walls to the left was an assortment of different blades from swords of a standard European style to the artists of Asia, each sword with a perfect alignment of blade and handle that made for a perfect unsheathing slash. Dante never bought any of the swords since he had Alastor on his back, along with the Force Edge that was an old keepsake from his father. Another person found themselves looking at the blades anyway, the knives to be specific, each blade observed in completion with eyes that looked at every attention to detail. I am referring to Knives of course.

"This looks like a decent knife," said Knives as he started flipping and twirling around in his hand. "How much for the knife?"

"That will be two hundred," said the man at the counter who flipped through the book on his desk with greater interest than he had for his customers. "The grip on the knife handle adjusts to yours and the blade was made out of the metal of two pieces of art as well as a saw blade just to cause a spark with friction."

"I'll take it," said Knives enthusiastically, slamming the money down on the table as he saw Lady purchase one of the assault rifles out of the corner of his eye.

"Okay then I think we're all ready," said Dante as he came out the back of the shop with only a sawed off shotgun in his hand and his sword on his back, which looked sharper than when he had entered the private room.

The halls of the castle were much like any European architecture from the middle ages, with tapestries lined along walls guarded by walls that were lined with suites of armor, as if someone had a check list for everything in a stereotypical European designed castle. It wasn't open to the public at all, everyone went to the other, nicer castles, but this one had something that drew people to it, like some kind of magnet that pulled at the soul. The victims were compelled to go to the castle by some unknown force or emotion that they had no knowledge of, a voice in their ear that bordered between audible sounds and inaudible sounds. That's what Dante was feeling as he strolled through the halls of the castle without any fear of attackers, but he was followed by more cautious people, all armed to do combat with whatever monsters lied within the castle. Their caution was soon proven useful as the sound of metal scraping against stone filled the air of the castle.