Devil May Cry
Devil May Cry belongs to CAPCOM. I own the plot, nothing else. Hope you enjoy. I don't know when I'll update next. -Gadget
CHAPTER 6
Dante's guns, Ebony & Ivory, had a life of their own sometimes. They came awake in his hands and spat out the special bullets into the demon's face. Round after round erupted, slamming into her face and tearing away the flesh. That rotten apple and mold smell was replaced with the rank coppery scent of blood and gun smoke.
Devotion had vanished, taking use of the opportunity to escape while he was preoccupied. Smart woman. Dante stepped to the side and shoved a new clip into the butt of Ivory while doing the same for Ebony a second later. He spun the guns in his hands, getting a little showy with the trick.
"Come out babe," He called into the club.
Movement off to his left and Ebony spun again, his finger squeezing down on the trigger. Bang-bang-bang! The demon screamed and jumped into the air, trying to slam Dante into the ground. He twisted to the side, holstering Ivory and unsheathing Alastor all in the blink of an eye.
The demon didn't get a chance to scream before the blade sank into her neck. Blood sprayed and her head flopped onto the floor, rolling under a nearby table. It brought a dark smile to his face.
Dante wiped down Alastor with a napkin from the bar. It took six napkins to get even a small amount of the blood off and he simply sheathed the blade, planning to clean it later.
"Hunter," Devotion stepped from a back room, Bubba at her side holding a leather case.
The case was most likely full of the money she owed him for his services. He held out his hand. "The money," He said.
Devotion looked at the case and then at Dante. "Thank you Hunter, I will replace Camille if you so wish."
The demon inside growled. "The money," He said again, his voice low with anger.
She gave him the leather case and he walked out of the club without another word.
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"Devils never cry," He told Trish, wiping away the single tear that fell slowly down her cheek. If only that were the truth.
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"Devil May Cry," Dante said into the phone.
"I...I need help." The voice on the other line was young, teenaged or maybe younger.
"Sorry, we closed at nine." He was about to hang up the phone when he heard the young voice protesting.
"Wait! Please! I can pay you! Please don't hang up, please!"
He pressed the phone back to his ear. "Speak to me kid," He said. "You know what I do?"
The reply was slow, hesitant. "You kill monsters."
"Indeed I do," Dante said dryly. "What monster do you want me to kill?''
This time the reply came in an instant. "The Boogeyman."