yeah, i've neglected to explain fully before but I AM L.A.O.N. the wordy person is indeed me. Devil may Cry is not for your keeping, Something was missing is something for seeking. Right?
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Devil Rebel: I'm so happy you actually remembered the story!! I hope you'll continue to read it, I've made minor changes and grammar checks.
so without further ado...
...02 FIRST CONTACT...
Vergil, no, Nelo Angelo walked through the darkly lit corridors of the Demon King's castle. It had been a while since he first came here and above all he did not have the slightest clue how or why he was here in the first place. It secretly pained him to not know anything about himself, save the fact that he was Nelo Angelo and that he had icy blue eyes and snow white hair that shined blue without his demonic state, when he looked almost mortal. The Devil King had called him something the first time, but he could not remember it.
You will obey and enslave under me Ver-
That was where his memory ended. But he had other matters to attend to, he did not have time for recalling lost memories; he had been assigned as a personal guard to one of the higher demons.
They called the Demon Drayn. A legendary demon that caused wreak and havoc throughout the mortal world Earth in what was called the Cold Wars. Many demons were under its power, except for a few; one being Mundus himself. Drayn: Hell's Desire. He is also known as a seer. Surely he would be able to tell me who I am, or who I previously was. Turning around the corner, he found himself,
Being run into from a mass of Pink and Feathers.
"Flipping…argh! What's your problem! Cant you see that I'm on the run right-" It was a she-devil. Her honey pink curled hair was down to her waist although she had tied it into a high ponytail. Nelo noticed that she froze, staring back at his eyes with a mixture of shock and surprise. She muttered in a language He was barely able to recognize over her thick unrecognizable accent. il seme della lamierina. But that was only for a second. She glared furiously through red orb-like eyes glowing through her mass of bangs. Nelo Angelo towered over her and had to bend down a little to speak to her.
"Watch where you're looking, child." The next moment was so sudden Nelo himself was mildly stunned at his reflexive skills as a cold blade pressed against the back of his hand, covering his nape. He looked down at the she-devil glaring at him, even more so now at his comment. But he wasn't looking at her face; he was looking at her hands.
Deformed hands distortedly mutated from flesh to metal. Her whole forearm was made out of unrecognizable black metal, five long blades in the replace of fingers. They were embroidered with silver, lines snaking up around her blades, up her palms and circling the forearm, the edge. "…hey….Hey! HEYHEYHEYHEY!!"
Nelo snapped back as he saw a face looking up at him and pushing a blade against his chest and poking it as if it were a finger jabbing his chest. "Don't ignore me incarnate! I'm talking to you Mr. Black Angel! I'm no child, and heck, I'M PROBABLY THE SAME AGE AS YOU GOAT-BOY YOU SO SCRAM IT!" With that, she turned around and stormed away, her white wings whipping the air. It struck Nelo, mildly surprised, and amused while he watched the pink hazard. It was pink, red, black, and white all on one object. The Clash of colors made a weird harmony as the so-called hazard turned around once more before turning a corner and yelled at Nero. "I'd hate to see who you RULE UNDER CUZ YOU SUCK FUCKING DICK!"
The knight stood there silently as she steamed away until a dozen or so demons came from the direction she came. "General Angelo!"
"…Address your matter."
"Have you seen Lady Drayn?"
"No…Lady?" Nelo asked. Lady? Drayn was a Lady? The Demon continued.
"You have never seen of her, General? She is the Legendary Drayn, of Hells Desire. With pale white wings, orb like red eyes, and cream colored PINK hair-" Nelo Angelo did not hear the rest. He stood stiffly at the direction where the she-devil left. The demons watched his gaze and hurried off in that direction. Nero came to a while later whispering.
"She was Drayn?"
...Dante Side...
Sitting at Devil May Cry, Dante was snoozing with a magazine over his head. He had recently scored a decent job but the money was half spent away due to the result of the job itself, a costly repair of his boots and jacket. As he leaned back in his chair deciding to do nothing for the rest of the day he heard a knocking on the doors. "? …Come on in."
"Is this where I can find Devil Hunter Dante?" Dante put on a smile. Another job. His smile grew to a grin as he saw a slender figure and pale skin float through the doors.
"Bitchin' hair, babe. I guess it was either a bad hair day or a past breakup you don't wanna talk about?" The young woman smiled faintly at his joke as she walked up to his desk, and Dante took his feet down that were propped up against it.
He never really meant anything when he was talking about her hair. Personally, he thought that it matched her. The shade of pink matched against her slightly golden skin made her look exotic, and godly. Her large eyes were a deep crimson red standing out from her pale features, and her white clothes. Dante took a look at her twice and whistled. "Soo…" He said leaning forward. "How can I entertain you tonight?"
"I need to find a certain she-demon by the name of Drayn. She is the daughter of a demoness called Tempaé." His eye twitched at the latter name. Dante had heard of the name before. His mother had spoken about Tempaé to him and Vergil when she told of the legend of Sparda, his father.
"Now before the Great Dark Knight Sparda really began to fight against Mundus, the King of Hell he knew a demon by the name of Tempaé. Tempaé was a beautiful demoness that was able to play and posses the power of being able to foretell and also make the future of her will. Tempaé had beautiful long pink hair and stunning red eyes, and Mundus called her frequently, 'Hell's Desire'."
"Was she as pretty as you mother?"
"Haha, of course she was pretty! Perhaps even more so because she was a demon. Tempaé knew that Sparda was able to save Earth and Heaven and seal Mundus away in the realm of hell. She also knew that Mundus was going out of control, and sooner or later would eat her powers and bend the world any way he wanted to. Tempaé decided at the day when Mundus would be with all his minions in hell, to complete to prophesy the future. She said that Mundus would fall under Sparda and his two sons. And then she killed herself so that Mundus would not be able to gain her power after she had finished. Sparda was of course, watching at that time and when Tempaé's soul left her body, and he recalled one thing…"
"Tell me mother! I wanna know!"
"No, tell ME mother! I wanna know!" The woman smiled as she hugged both her children dearly and continued.
"Well now, according to the Great Dark Knight Sparda, the soul had split into two before disappearing, both going separate ways. He also heard a voice in his head, a prophecy made by the great Tempaé. Here's how it went.
Both my souls shall birth apart
And search for each other as I foretell.
One a demon, pure in heart
The other a hybrid, a tainted death-knell
These twins in soul but not in blood
Shall seek for the seeds of thy holy stud
But-
"Uh…excuse me?" Dante snapped back into reality as the girl carefully watched him from the other side of the desk, confused. "Are you alright?"
"Fine, fine. Never better. Mind telling me why you're looking for these two, Drayn and Tempaé?" The girl bit her lip, hesitating for a while, and Dante added. "You know, babe, it'd be easier if-"
"I...used to have the same dream ever since I was a small child. It was a man... He had Icy Blue eyes and Snow white hair. He told me to search for him. I had given up all hope until I got information about you. I'm sorry...looking for Drayn and Tempaé is a lie...My real goal was to look...for you." Dante stared as he recalled the last part of his mother's memory.
But shall these two twins pair with the wrong seed
The world is gone, the weak cannot breathe.
So Knight, if ever a thing shall happen
One must perish, one must succeed.
He hoped that the woman in front of him wasn't who he thought it was.
