Bloody Hell it's been a long time! Anyways, I've finally managed to catch up with this fic and tackled it to the ground. I just need to keep writing. Luckily I have Vacation from 15th July onwards so expect more to come from me. Hope you guys enjoy this as much as I've enjoyed writing this.

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Chapter 6

The night was like a thick blanket that was covering the small part of the world Dante happened to be living in. He stared out of the window, into the dizzying myriads of stars, the look in his eyes distant, distracted. Trish had seen that look all too often and hadn't bothered him. Lorelei frowned slightly.

'Is he okay?' Trish nodded quietly. 'He looks stoned.' Trish smiled thinly at that but the smile didn't reach her eyes. Lorelei sighed and looked around in boredom. The TV was on but it was switched only to the news. There had been no other sightings of the dragon; it seemed as though she had been the only one blessed or cursed -depending on how one may see the situation- to see the cause of the destruction.

Dante sighed suddenly, the sound soft but sudden, having the effect of making the girl jump.

'Trish. I'm going to go.' Trish looked up and blinked.

'Will they let you in at this time?' Lorelei's eyes slid to the clock, confused. It was past midnight. Was Dante going to a bar? Wouldn't they all be closed by this time?

'Probably not but I'll find a way.'

'Be careful.' Lorelei cocked her head to one side, quizzically. Did Dante have links to the city? Did he use special methods of getting what he wanted? Like pulling a gun out on the bouncer or something? Was he really an alcoholic? She looked at Trish nervously, but Trish wasn't looking in her direction. The expression on her face seemed resigned, almost sorrowful. Lorelei looked back towards Dante but found to her surprise that he had already gone out into the night. She strained her ears, and she could dimly hear the roar of a brand new motorbike fade into the distance.

Trish rose slowly and walked towards the bookshelves, dragging out old volumes of books, some with dust flying off the pages the books contained within them. Lorelei watched her mutely but flinched every time the books were thrown down.

Dust flew up into the air into clouds. Lorelei watched as they formed and made strange swirling patterns in the air. She blinked, and rubbed at her eyes. Trish looked at her sharply.

'If you don't like dust you can close your eyes.' Lorelei blinked at her again.

'I…thought I saw something…' Trish frowned.

'Like what?'

'A face.' Trish blinked and stared at her as though she had gone mad. 'A woman's face. It was cruel and…well…'

'Devilish?'

'No. Just evil…filled with wicked intent.' The two were silent. Trish's thoughts started to whirl. Could it be that Lorelei was beginning to have visions of what might be the leader of this army? Or was she just imagining things? God, she didn't know. She really didn't know. Trish looked at the young girl. She was –what? Only twenty or so, right? She shouldn't get messed up in this. The army was none of her business.

But then again…how old was Reiko? He was twenty-three. He was too young for this too. But he was immortal in a sense of the word. Age would not kill him and he could bounce back from virtually anything. Why then, did she have the feeling that Lorelei would somehow get involved?

'Dragons…dragons…dragons…dragons…' Dante had returned from wherever it was he had gone. Much to Lorelei's surprise, she couldn't smell any alcohol on his breath.

'Repeating the word isn't going to make you find anything any quicker…'

'Shut up!' Dante glared at Trish and continued to flick through the pages of several old musty books. Trish sighed and then rolled her eyes. Lorelei was beginning to get used to Trish rolling her eyes every five seconds. It seemed to have become something of a trait; she seemed to constantly repeat the action. Though she could understand why; Dante did have a habit of trying to annoy her intentionally.

'Found it!' Dante yelled suddenly, triumphantly. Lorelei looked up at him and Trish got up off the couch and practically bounded towards him. She peered over his shoulder and began reading from the book.

' "Dragons. Despite the fact that they are widely associated with fire, this is not always the case. There are many different types of dragons, many of which control different elements such as water, thunder, air and earth and of course, fire. Dragons used to be thought to create thunderstorms and offerings would be made to a dragon shrine in certain villages, in the hopes that the dragon would take pity on them and choose not to display its wrath.The dragon's body is covered with tough, shiny scales, however they do not usually have this scaly armour on the neck or stomach. A healthy dragon's scales are usually vivid and bright in colour. However, in a sick dragon, the colour is usually tarnished and dull. Contrary to popular belief, the dragon's colour does not consist of just one shade. Depending on how the light falls on the dragon, the shades of each scale differs but remain within the same colour. For example, a blue coloured dragon will have shades ranging between mother-of-pearl and navy blue.

' "Dragons are also known to respond to music and sometimes, it is possible to control a dragon through the playing of a musical instrument, as is the same with serpents. Because of this link scientists have believed that snakes have been evolved from dragons. Dragons play a huge part in mythology and-" Damn this is stupid. This says nothing of interest. It doesn't tell us anything about how to kill a dragon easily.' Trish blinked up at Dante and pouted.

'Trish, our kind of job is never easy. What made you think that this one would be?'

'That book was wrong,' said a voice suddenly. Trish and Dante looked up, surprised. Trish looked at Dante sheepishly, she had forgotten totally about Lorelei. She slowly sat up, her eyes serious.

'What do you mean the book was wrong?'

'What do you think?' Lorelei's voice had turned snippy, clearly annoyed. Dante glared at her.

'In what way was the book wrong?'

'This dragon was covered from head to toe with scales. There were no weak points!'

'And how do you know?'

'I know this! I saw it! You didn't!'

'And how close did you get to the thing?'

'Close enough.'

Trish stared between the two. Lorelei's eyes glittered with anger. Dante's face was neutral.

'So we researched for nothing?' His voice was close to being angered and Trish knew only too well why this was. Dante had a huge aversion to studying and using books. He'd rather learn the hard way and nearly get killed rather than looking in a book first.

'I wouldn't say that. At least we've learnt a little more about dragons. They are elemental beings. We could use this to our advantage.' Trish looked towards Lorelei, searching for agreement. Instead, much to her disappointment, Lorelei looked gloomy.

'Water is everything. It is both life and death. I don't think it has a weakness.' A strange look had passed over Dante's face at her words but the expression then seemed to dissolve into nothing. Lorelei continued. 'Even if it did, it would be electricity. Somehow I don't think that life is as simple as a game of Pokemon. Besides, where the hell are we going to get enough electricity to kill off the dragon if it is as simple as playing Pokemon?'

'I don't know…' Trish sighed.

Lorelei continued to look moody but she blinked with surprise as she heard Dante's voice suddenly sound from directly behind her. 'You said you saw the man who controlled the dragon, right?'

'Yes…' Lorelei nodded.

'Tell me. What did he look like?'

There was a silence but then Lorelei blinked and her eyes brightened. 'He had

blonde hair and these gray eyes. He had a scar running down his face.'

'A scar?'

'Yeah. It ran down from his left eye to just at his jaw bone.' Lorelei looked towards Dante who handed her a notepad that Trish had got out. It was a surprisingly accurate picture of the man that Lorelei had seen that night. 'That's him! Wow Trish! You're really good at drawing!'

She beamed at Trish, who in turn grinned at Dante. However, the red-clad Devil Hunter was silent but he suddenly turned and stared at the door of Devil May Cry, which had suddenly opened to reveal a squat short woman. Trish slowly noticed her and frowned, which in turn, caused Lorelei's attention to turn to the woman who stood framed by the door. A look of horror passed over her face.

'Mother!' The woman's face was like a thunderstorm as she barged straight in and headed directly for Lorelei, who backed away from her in response, her face had shock stamped all over it.

'Lorelei Avalon! Do you have any IDEA how worried I've been?!' Lorelei tried to swallow her shock and replaced the expression with a bored appearance.

'Do you have any inkling that I may have grown up?' She shouted. Her mother snorted with contempt at the idea.

'What on earth are you saying? Can you even register the words coming out of your mouth? It's not right for you to be here in your condition!' Dante frowned and took a step forwards, so then he was standing slightly in front of Lorelei. The woman glared at him and then stared at Trish, her eyes critical. 'And who the hell are these people?' She spat out the word people as though it was a word she was struggling to use correctly, as though the two were anything but "people". Lorelei's green eyes blazed with a fury that Dante thought was impossible to see in a face like hers.

'I am twenty years old, mother!' She practically spat out the last word. 'I choose where I go and do what I please!'

'But in your condition…'

'What is this condition anyway? You've always been treating me different!'

'Differently, darling…' Her mother corrected her absently.

'Whatever!' Silence fell. Lorelei took another breath. 'How did you find this place anyway?' Her voice shook with fury. Her mother simply smiled at her.

'You're my daughter, love. Of course I'd know whereabouts you are!' Dante's eyes narrowed as he looked at her. Plump, smiling, rosy-cheeked. Stereotypical English Nanny or Nurse. Too wholesome, too nice. Something was up. Something felt wrong. Lorelei continued to glare at her mother, even as she turned to look at Dante.

'I'm sure you're a nice bloke and all but we really must be going.' Avalon smiled at him.

' 'Fraid that won't be happening,' Dante drawled in response. 'She has to stay. Security measures. Don't want her getting killed, do ya?' The woman scowled, causing Dante's eyebrows to quirk. English Nannies didn't suddenly scowl like that, did they?

'I'm sure you don't wish to be either, Mr…'

'Sparda. Is that a threat, Mrs..?'

'Ms. Avalon. And think of it as a warning.' Dante was given another sugar coated smile. He didn't buy it. Not at all. His eyes narrowed as Ms. Avalon turned her glance to Lorelei. 'Come along now, poppet.'

'Mom!' Lorelei's American accent seemed to clash with her mother's English one. Dante watched the young girl get hustled off by her overbearing mother. He signaled for Trish. She simply nodded and then followed them from a safe distance.