A/N: I was watching the cutscene from DMC4 where Dante receives Lucifer. The things he said during the whole thing were just so freakin' hilarious but so very dirty xD Ahem! That aside! Yay, chapter 3! And we've already gotten 5 or so reviews too! This is probably the first story I've ever made that's started out so smoothly before…

Hope: it's probably because you spent a 5 month hiatus doing absolutely nothing _!

Oh hush you! You're in the wrong story! Go back to your own story! *kicks back into Kingdom Hearts Fanfic* anyway, it might be that I took a long and much needed break from writing and I've finally gotten back into again xD Also, I've gotten a few questions asked about Primrose. Apparently, she's one of those rare OC's. I had no idea that many of the OC's in DMC fics had magical/supernatural powers. I mean, I've read a few with them in it and I thought that they were written well, but I'm just trying to keep this story…unique. Primrose is just an average human girl. Nothing supernatural about her. I was also asked if this was going to turn into a love triangle where the oc goes back and forth between Dante and Vergil. I hate, HATE love triangles. That's why in the summary it's DantexOC. Not VergilxOCxDante xD Primrose's personality wouldn't…exactly click with Vergil's. So…yeah. And I was also asked how is Prim gonna react when she sees Dante's true from. Well, probably how any other human being would act when they saw something like that, but have a bit more of a realistic hold to herself. I don't know yet, I haven't thought that far along -_-! Anyway, many thanks to you reviewers! I appreciate it and your support! Enjoy this chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own DMC or any of its Characters. It belongs to Capcom. However, I do own this story and Primrose Milandy, including any other OC's that exist in this story.

3. Now do you Believe that they Exist?

Primrose sighed softly as she sat up from the bed and stretched her arms over head before letting her head roll from side to side. She made a face when she heard the sickening pop it made but was satisfied when her neck no longer felt stiff. She climbed out of the bed and stood up straight, doing some more stretches to help her wake her body up before she started to make up the bed.

It was her third day staying here.

Primrose was grateful to Dante. The boy had allowed her to stay here, gave her a job, and he even let her have his bed till they got one for her while he slept on the couch downstairs.

But…

"Hey, Prim! I got a pizza!"

Primrose made a face.

Over the course of her three day stay, Primrose had learned of Dante's love for pizza. The first day was fine. She liked pizza like any other American, so she had no problems with eating it for all three important meals of the day. The second day, she again had no issues, but had looked around the kitchen to see if there was any other food stashed in the cabinets. She had been a little disappointed to find that they were only full of dust, and had ended up eating pizza again for all three important meals of the day.

But today, she thought she might throw up if she had to even look at another piece of pizza.

"Be down in a minute!" Primrose called back, picking up her backpack and pulling out a set of clothes to change into. Something fell out and hit the floor with a small 'clank', earning her attention.

A necklace that she had packed with her belongings three days earlier laid on the floor by her feet. It wasn't really anything fancy or special, but Primrose had thought it was pretty when she had seen it in the antique shop she bought it from a few years earlier. It was on a dull silver chain, three oval rings hanging off of it, a turquoise gem resting on the bottom of the third oval. To most people, it would look like some old necklace that needed to be fixed up to look more nice or simply thrown away, but Primrose thought it looked fine the way it was.

It was probably the best 75 cents Primrose had ever spent.

She reached down and picked it up, smiling at it fondly for a moment before putting it on and quickly changing into a pair of blue jean shorts and a gray shirt that had piano keys, musical notes, and stars popping out from several places on the shirt. Slipping some socks on, she put on her brown boots and zipped them up before heading downstairs.

Dante was, as he had been doing for the three days Primrose had been staying with him, sitting at his desk with his feet resting on top of it while eating a slice of pizza.

Primrose felt her stomach churn in disgust.

"Want some?" Dante asked, looking at her curiously. She shook her head.

"No thanks. I might be sick if I eat another slice of pizza this week. Don't you have anything that isn't pizza around here?"

"Water." Dante answered.

She sighed, "I meant something that you can eat. Like cereal or something?"

"Nope."

Primrose felt herself growing annoyed. How could someone survive on pizza only? She was not going to eat anymore pizza for the rest of the week, or the rest of the month! Dante had given her some money the day before so she could go and buy a few things that were essential for a woman to have with her. She had a little money left over, enough to buy a few groceries.

"I'm going shopping. I'll be back in a little bit." Primrose told him, opening the front door and shutting it behind her.

Ever since childhood, Primrose had always been an independent person. She would do things on her own so she wouldn't have to trouble someone else to do them for her. When her mother had been alive, Primrose would always watch her whenever she was cooking, cleaning, or doing other household chores. It was from just observing that she had learned how to do those basic things herself. Whenever her mother had to work late and wouldn't come home until the early morning hours of 2 and 3 AM, Primrose would wake up and make her own breakfast so she wouldn't have to wake her mother up to do it for her. Her mother would always be tickled when she would try to do something that a mother would normally do.

"How about you let me be the mommy while you just be Primrose?"

She didn't quite understand the whole meaning of it back then. But she knew what her mother had been trying to say.

You be the child while I be the parent.

She had had a normal childhood. She was just a little more mature than the other six year olds were, but nonetheless, she'd had a relatively normal and pleasant childhood, and did most things that kids at the age of six would do, like go to the park and play, color and be a happy go lucky kid.

Then her mother died. And so did her childhood.

Primrose handed the cashier the amount of money due for the things she had purchased, while he handed her the bag that had said items in it. Finally she would have normal food and not pizza every single day! She walked out of the store and headed back to the shop, humming a cheerful tune quietly. In her bag, she had a box of cereal, some pop tarts, milk and eggs, and a few apples. After all, there had to be some sort of healthy food around the house.

As she walked down the sidewalk, she did some window shopping, seeing if she could find something interesting to simply gawk and stare at. Eventually, she found a store that had a few interesting things in the window, stopping and taking the time to look at each thing with interest. While she was standing there looking through the glass, that was when she heard a chilling voice.

'Die.'

She saw it the moment she looked up, the creature coming right for her from behind, it's reflection appearing in the window. She moved out of the way just in time, watching the creature go crashing into the window instead, the glass shattering upon impact. Figuring that it had momentarily stunned the creature, Primrose took advantage of those few seconds that the monster was down to take off running as fast as she could, holding the brown grocery bag to her chest tightly.

'It's the same as those things from the other night!' Primrose mentally screamed as she heard the creature snarling while it chased after her. She looked back to see how close it was and cursed under her breath when she realized it had called its friends over to play 'Chase Primrose around the town'.

Her legs were burning, but she didn't stop running or slow down. Instead, she kept trying to force herself to run faster. When she turned the corner of the next street, she was instantly hit by an unknown force

"Shit!" Primrose yelped in surprise, dropping the bag of groceries as she was knocked flat onto her back, pain shooting through her body. One of the creatures was on top of her, snarling loudly with a look of bloodlust in what she guessed to be it it's eyes. "Get off of me!" she demanded helplessly. When it dug its claws into her arms, she kicked up and aimed a punch at its chest. She watched as it was sent flying back and quickly got to her feet just before another one could pin her back down to ground. It made an awful shrieking noise and swung at Primrose, causing her to kick it in the face as hard as she could.

She had no real fighting experience, but she had taken a self defense class a few summers back, and she had also been in a martial arts class for a year when she was around 11. She hadn't really gotten much from the martial arts class since she had taken it after a teacher suggesting she get involved in some type of club or activity, but she recalled a few things from it. And self defense probably wasn't going to work against these things very well.

They weren't purse snatchers.

So when the creatures all lunged at her at the same time, Primrose squeezed her eyes shut, preparing for the pain and agony that was coming to her.

Instead, she heard gunfire and the monsters screech in pain.

Dante smirked as he hit the demons in just three shots, his blue eyes glowing slightly in amusement as Primrose looked around in surprise.

About half an hour after Primrose had left to go shopping, Dante had played pool by himself. While he had been in the middle of trying to hit one of the balls, he felt something evil nearby and had decided to go deal with it before it became more annoying than it already was. When he found it, it didn't really surprise him that it was a bunch of demons harassing an innocent civilian.

But it did surprise him when he saw that the innocent civilian was the girl he had let stay with him in his unnamed shop.

It surprised him a little more when he saw that she had actually been trying to fight back.

'So, little Prim's got a fiery side? Interesting.' Dante grinned, taking Ebony and Ivory from their holsters and aiming at the demons, pulling the triggers on both guns and watching as the creatures fell to the ground.

"I thought you went shopping for food, not for trouble!"

Primrose looked up, her eyes widening when she saw Dante standing on the rooftop of a building.

"Dante? How did you-" she didn't have the chance to finish her question before more creatures showed up.

"So they called some more buddies, eh? Now this is what I call my kind of game!" Dante exclaimed while he pulled Rebellion from his back and leaped down to the demons, running forward and hacking through them like they were mere twigs, while Primrose watched from a safe distance. "WOOH!"

She thought Dante was a little strange when she had met him 3 days ago. She'd never met anyone who carried around a giant sword on their back that had a strange obsession with pizza. Nor had she ever met anyone who believed that demons existed. Sure, she had heard about the Legend of Sparda. Her mother had told her the story when she had been around 5. There had been a few times where she had overheard some students at school talking about demons and whether they existed or not. Same with angels. And God. There were probably hundreds of people that talked about it on a regular daily basis. And of course there were those that believed and those that didn't believe.

Which one was Primrose? Well…

If you couldn't see it, hear it, smell it, or touch it then it was in no real. But if you could see it, hear it, smell it and touch it….

Then there was that 99.9% chance that it was real.

Dante stabbed one of the monsters, and Primrose watched as it turned into what she thought was either dust or ash. If hadn't of been real, it would have just disappeared like that. But if it was killed and able to leave behind dust, then….

"Do you believe that demons exist now?" Dante asked, shooting at the remaining few that were left with relative ease.

Primrose could only nod, dumbfounded. Screw the 99.9% chance theory.

Demons really existed.

A/N: I stayed up till 3 AM working on this chapter =_= and I'm still not pleased with how I did it. It seems just…really bland and boring, like there's nothing interesting going on in it. That's my opinion. I'm sorry if it was boring. I think it might be because I was trying to put in those supernatural abilities of Dante's, but I think I failed xD I tried my best! But I do hope someone liked it :3 Please do review! LATER TATERS!