05 BLOOD
A Devil May Cry FANFICTION

Thanks for the reviews!! I'm sorry that my grammar is not the most perfect so please understand that I make mistakes too

Devil Rebel: thanks for keeping up with the chapters! Is the grammatical errors mostly someone talking? If it's Drayn talking, it's intentional. She hasn't gotten proper education, ergo not the most perfect english. If it's someplace else, then it's all me to blame, I suck at grammar. Thanks for the checkups!

..Nelo Side..

Nelo entered the gates silently as Drayn watched his figure gradually shrink into nothing. She turned around as she began to walk the opposite way where she came from, saying nothing. Her long pink locks waved as she walked through the hallway a dim gray. She had turned a corner when she was greeted by a bat demon that curtsied her way, then scuttled off. She watched the bat Demon for a while, and then raised her voice. The Demon stopped as she turned around and replied in a heavy Celtic accent. Drayn's forehead made a crease as she strained to decipher the seemingly impossible words. The demon was going to Mundus to report about the human world.

Raising an eye, Drayn shook her head. She looked at the Demon, who was confused by Drayn's gesture as Drayn shrugged her shoulders and remarked. "This won't do, Demon. This won't do…" She walked around the Demon before adding quietly. "Mundus will be angry…yes, I believe so." The Demon stiffened as she looked at herself, then at Drayn in bewilder.

Is there something wrong with me your honor?

"No…no…that's not it.." Drayn scratched her head as she walked behind the Demon and rested her hand on the demon's head. "What I don't understand is…. why this is here."

What do you mean Mila-

The Demon was never able to finish her words as she stopped, and blew up. Drayn smiled as she looked at her hands, covered with dust and blood before she rolled her tongue over it slowly. "Hm…your blood does't taste right. Then again, blood never tastes right cause I'm not a bastard Vampire." She looked at the remainder of the Demon, a mass of blood and dust, and a pile of clothes. "Hmmmmmm……aha." Her lip curved as Drayn took the clothes and pranced off, leaving dark red footprints behind her.

Nelo watched the eyes quietly as he heard the Dark Prince's orders. "Lord Mundus, this-" He stopped as he felt a cold atmosphere suddenly take over the palace, and Nelo closed his mouth.

-Is what I order you to do Nelo Angelo.

As soon as I open the human world to rule over it,

With the Underworld as the most superior…

I order you to assassinate her.

The eyes looked down at him as the Dark Prince spoke quietly, if that was possible.

I will expect her to be dead by the time I arrive.

"….yes, of course My Lord." As Nelo left the gates of Mundus's sanctuary, he stopped his feet. In front of him lay a trail of red blood, all connected to each other by a pair of red boot prints, the prints disappearing occasionally however having a large pool of blood in place before the trail started again. Nelo followed it to a cellar where the prints stopped, and red liquid slowly flowed out from. He opened the door quietly to come face to face with a red figure.

He didn't know what the figure was at first, since it was covered in red, and the hair clung to the face, making the person's cheekbones stick out. However, Nelo's blue eyes lowered to bright red ones as he opened his mouth quietly. "…Lady Drayn."

"Welcome back Nelo. How was your meeting?" Drayn replied back, blood dripping from her hair as she smiled up brightly to him. "I was playing Thief and Cop!" She pointed to a pile of circular objects in the corner of her room. "Those are the cops." The heads moaned as Drayn quietly landed a couple of bullets into them before turning around.

"They cheated, so I made them pay. And they were too weak." She cracked her knuckles as they heard a ratter outside from the window as the dark sky suddenly lost all form of light. She looked out the window, her red orbs glancing at his eyes before smiling. "Say Goat-Face. Do you know why so many nannies and male nannies of mine don't last long?" She said as Nelo felt something whiz by his cheek and hit the Demon behind him, shattering it's chest. She raised her claw fingers as she charged towards him.

"Cause every time I wanna play, they don't last that long."

…Dante Side…

Dante had closed his eyes, a moment away from drifting off to sleep when the door opened and light footsteps were heard. He silently peeked from under the magazine as he sighed.

"What do you want now, Vadyr."

"I bought some thing that you might be interested in." Dante took the paper off his face just as a long sheet of paper was shoved into his face.

"What the f-" The paper backed away as Vadyr hopped over to the couch, where Nevan gave her a kiss on the cheek before placing the girl on her lap and toying with her hair. He also totally shut up when he saw that it was a bill he had to pay, paid by the courtesy of a Ms. Vadyr H. "…" His eyes then rested at Vadyr's back where he saw a tear on her hem of her top jacket. He opened his mouth to inform her, then stopped and replaced the magazine on his head. "You didn't have to do that."

"I know." Vadyr took a newspaper from her bag and read the title aloud. "Another case closed thanks to Red Mercenary.."

"What?"

"It's on the newspaper Dante. You know, the one that gives information." Dante grabbed the magazine from his head as he walked over to the couch and sat down next to Vadyr scanning the title and reading the content aloud.

"Thanks to Red the Mercenary, another case was successfully closed as the culprit, a legendary thief by the name of Micheal Anphello was caught in the Mannor of Minle stealing the legendary Devils Eye, the largest cut Emerald in the world…what kind of crap is this?" Dante stood up as he walked to the door. "That was my job that was asked to me."

"Five days ago. You never answered back." He stared at Vadyr that smiled back innocently before standing up. She added while looking back at Nevan who kissed her forehead. "…was that before his fight with Chelsea or was it after he went to Chevlot's Bar and came back drunk and wasted?"

"I think this time it was a one night stand with Veira. Remember him talking all about it?"

"I don't do one night stands." Dante growled at Nevan before going back into his chair and crossed his feet, propping them onto his desk.

"Aw poor thing. I bet no one has ever even wanted to kiss you save Chelsea. But didn't she have three other sugar daddies to turn to?" As Dante and Nevan began to bicker, Vadyr stopped at a section in a page and started reading again, making both stop.

"Last night, a information specialist by the name of Jeremy Smith died due to a mysterious attack at his home. When officials arrived, his body was found dangling from the third floor by barbed wire headless. The head was never found. Officials suspect the case as a randomly made murder from a psychotic passerby since nothing was stolen save a ring, a bell, and a few papers." She stopped looking up at Dante, who was silent. "Jeremy Smith…didn't he come here just a few days ago?"

"…He was the one who gave me the job for the emerald." He walked over to the picture of Jeremy Smith, a dirty blond with high cheekbones and thin eyes, having a foxish look to him. He squinted at the picture before turning to Vadyr. "There's more…read it."

"The only evidence found that could possibly be the culprit's is a shred of cloth, the colors are unable to be unidentified due to the blood. Also a few strands of hair were found in the fist of the victim along with the cloth. But perhaps the most astonishing piece of evidence found, was something that is still being researched by authorities is the phrase written on the wall outside of the mansion. They are still figuring out who wrote the phrase, the victim or the culprit and whether it is a useful dying message, or a prank to throw authorities off." Nevan leaned forward as she read the words clearly.'

The Words have been spoken,

The savior must come and save the damsel from distress.

To find the seed of Time,

And free her from the grasps of the Virgin Mary.

..Author's Notes..

And I think this is where I ended last time before someone deliberately stole my story : I'm still really REALLY self...well worried about that. huh.
anywho, stay tuned for the next chapter! that will be posted 15 minutes after this one, lol.

Devil may Cry is not for your keeping. Something was Missing is something for reading.