Okay, first things first. I do not own any characters from the Devil May Cry games, anime series, nor the manga. If I did, well...I really do not know. But anyways. Who I do have property rights over are Shawna and any OC characters that appear only in this story.

With that out of the way, I do hope you guys enjoy this story. XD

Work was nowhere as busy as it had been over the years. Normally, there would be at least a call or two every day or so, but lately there had not been one for weeks. It was this that began to concern the woman. One would think that this was a blessing, but that wasn't the case. At first, the woman thought that demon-hunting season was over; but as the fewer and fewer calls took place, she began to worry. Even her lover started to get bad vibes about the whole ordeal.

Thankfully, no demon attacks or other unpleasant surprises had happened during the pregnancy. The woman gave birth to a healthy baby girl. The man was hoping to have a boy, but when he saw his eyes in the baby's, he couldn't help but smile. She was gorgeous. The girl carried on the characteristics of both parents. She had the eyes and skin of her father, while possessing the attitude, hair, and body of her mother. Over the years, those characteristics started surfacing even more. Her eyes became more of a rich-mahogany and her ashen hair darkened to midnight black with undertones of red.

Ten Years Later

"Honey, I'm going out for a bit," a gentle voice echoed from downstairs.

"Is it another call?"

A tall man walked out to the top of the staircase. He had grown slightly taller over the years, and his skin darkened to a golden tan. His dark eyes glanced into the oceanic depths of his lover. The once wild blue eyes that had softened since her pregnancy glanced back. A small smile drifted onto her lips.

"Yeah," she nodded. "It's been a while since the last call, so something must have finally turned up. I won't be gone for too long. Has she woke up yet?"

The man shook his head, saying that she refuses to get out of bed. The woman laughed lightly at the irony. She had used to be that way years before.

"Well, she's still has got another hour before school starts. Let's try and not have her get another detention for being late." She hugged her lover when he walked down the stairs. "Knowing her, she'd just completely ignore the Principal's lectures and walk out."

"Hehehe. And whom does that remind me of from so long ago?" the man chuckled as he held her.

They stayed like that for several minutes before the woman was forced to leave. They said their good-byes and departed. The man put his hands on his waist and glanced up to the top floor.

"I'm going to have to think of a new way to wake that child up. Doesn't she realize that life isn't all about sleep and playing?" He shook his head. "Shawna! Time to wake up!"

Nothing. Not a single peep was returned, causing the man to sigh heavily. 'That girl is going to be the death of me one of these days.' He strutted up the steps and down the hall to the last door at the end. The wasn't much decoration except for the "Stay Away" sign above a well-drawn dragon that his daughter refused to clean off the door. He was impressed, really. Not many family members on his side of the family had good drawing skills. The last artist in his family was his Great-Grandmother who had passed away just days before his daughter's birth. It was in her honor that Shawna was given her name.

The man shook his head from the memories. He reached out and gripped the door handle. Opening it, he was welcomed by the multiple paper drawings that dotted the walls and on the floor in piles upon piles. 'How many times have I told her to keep this room clean?' He glanced over towards the bed against the back wall, next to the window. A barely-noticeable lump was made out from under the thin sheets. The man chuckled when the 'lump' moved ever so slightly.

"Come on, Shawna." He walked over to the bed, gently shaking the lump. "You have to get up for school. You wouldn't want to get in trouble again, would you?"

"...Why should I, daddy," a small voice mumbled in a soft whisper. "The kids there tease me anyways, so what's the point...?"

"Oh, Shawna," the man sighed, "They can't be that bad-"

"They tease me constantly because I'm so different from them," the voice interrupted her father. A single brown eye opened in her father's direction. "Why do they hate me? And why do most of the parents there hate mommy as well?"

The man's eyes softened and he frowned slightly. He knew why there was discrimination in the schools, but he and his wife refused to pay any attention to it. The one thing that he hated was the fact that he and his wife were keeping a secret from their daughter. Why? They didn't want Shawna to hate herself because of who she was. However, they never imagined that she would be bothered at school when she, herself, did not know the reason. There were times, like this one where Shawna would ask '"Why?" and the response she would get was that she was special. But they knew that she knew that they were lying. She just never talked back. That was the way she was: a quiet girl who knew when a person was lying and when they were telling the truth.

When Shawna had gone to school on 'Family Career' Day, she told the class that her dad was a kind of policeman while her mother was a "monster hunter." She was laughed at all day, but when the parents of the students found out what she meant by "monster hunter," they started telling their children that she was dangerous. It was then that she started getting teased constantly, being called "the daughter of a monster" or "devil child." It broke the hearts of the man and his wife. That was why they moved away from their old home and into Limbo City. But rumors spread in ways that was unheard of. Friends and family member of the students and teachers heard of Shawna, and the teasing continued.

"Just try and go to school today. It's the last day of school this year." The man smoothed his daughter's silken hair. "Besides, if things get too bad for you, just call me. Okay?"

"Okay, daddy." Shawna opened both eyes and smiled at her dad. "When will mommy be back? I heard you talking downstairs."

"She'll be back when you get home," he chuckled. "And when she does get home, we'll be having spaghetti and meatballs for dinner."

That brightened his daughter's smile. She immediately got out of bed and started getting ready, only stopping to push her dad out of her room. He laughed while she cried out that she "needed her privacy." How she learned things like privacy was beyond the man. He knew his daughter was beyond having proper manners, but he loved her.

Later that day

A loud knock interrupted the man as he was busy working on some files. His brown hair swayed to the side as he glanced at the door.

"Come in." His voice was exhausted.

The office door opened to a broad-shouldered man. The familiar, elder face of James Sylvia gazed intently at the younger man. The look the man received was none too pleasing. It held a look of worry and dread.

"Sir, I had just received word of your wife," the older man gasped.

The man's eyes widened immediately. He stood up and ran at the other man. He grabbed his shirt collar.

"What happened?" He saw the dreaded look. "Please don't tell me..."

"You need to go get your daughter and get home quick. I heard that the horde was last headed in that direction."The elderly man swallowed what little spit he had in his mouth. "I don't know how fast it's moving, but-"

He never finished what he was about to say as the father ran out of the office. He passed by many of his workers and several seated criminals. 'Oh, love, what had happened to have caused this? Why do they show up now after being in hiding for so long?' His thoughts were temporarily stopped as he got in the car and drove towards his daughter's school.

Meanwhile

Shawna sighed in discomfort. She had just dealt with a recent attempt of the students trying to cause her harm. Unfortunately for the boy responsible, she had managed to knock him off his feet. Unfortunately for her, a teacher was walking by at the wrong time. Had he been there a few seconds earlier, he would have seen the cause. Now, Shawna was sitting outside the Principal's Office. She rubbed her arm. The boy was able to make her fall and hit her arm against the side of one of the cafeteria tables, scraping her skin. She was actually getting ready to go to the Office to have her dad bring her home, but she was already called down. In other words, she was thankful that the fight had started. It gave the teachers a better reason to send her home.

"Miss Shawna."

Shawna turned in the direction of her name being called. It belonged to an elderly lady that served as the Office Secretary, Mrs. Sylvia. She was actually one of the few adults at the school who didn't treat her like trash. The old lady, Principal, and some of her teachers had warmly welcomed her into the school on the first day. They treated her like a human being.

"Yes, ma' am."

"You father is here to pick you up." Worry flashed across the woman's face.

"Okay. Thanks, ma' am."

"Hey, sweetheart," the urgent voice of Shawna's dad came up from the hallway door, followed by the bulking form of Principal Rogan. "Are you ready to go home?"

Shawna could clearly see the distressed look in her dad's eyes. The normally bright-brown eyes were currently darkened with concern and possibly fear.

"Yeah, daddy. I wanna go home." she looked at her lap. "Did something bad happen?"

"I'll explain everything once we get in the car." the man gently squeezed Shawna's shoulder in comfort. "Okay, Shawna?"

All Shawna could do at the moment was nod her head. She glanced at the Principal and Mrs. Sylvia and waved good-bye.

The car ride was silent and deadly. Shawna shifted uncomfortably in the front passenger's seat. She glanced over at her dad. He was clearly glancing at her almost every second. Something did happen, but what it was Shawna did not know. And it scared her.

"Dad?"

"...Shawna, remember how your mother is a monster hunter?" Her dad closed his eyes for a brief second, taking in a deep breath, not needing to see his daughter nod. "Well, she was called on duty this morning. That you already know, yes? Well..."

They had just pulled up to the driveway. The man put the car in park and sat there, thinking of how he was going to bring the news to his only child. He gazed down at her. There was no other way of saying the words without bringing sadness and possibly hatred into the girl's life.

"...Y-You mother...S-She never came back when she said she would."

"Does that mean that she'll be late? She usually is later for dinner when she has to go out-"

"No, Shawna. That's not what happening this time." The man couldn't stop the tears that were forming behind his eyelids. "Your mother, my wife, my love...she's never coming back. She died, Shawna. Y-You m-mother...is-is...she's dead, and she's never coming home ever again."

The man broke down, sobbing so hard that he was choking for air. Dead. That was what went through Shawna's ears. Dead and never coming home. A small tear fell from Shawna's eye and onto her lap.

"M-Mom," she whispered so softly that her father did not hear over his sobbing. "Why? Y-You said...th-that you'd never...d-die...by their...hands. Y-You lied."

Shawna's father turned and embraced her. Together, they cried and mourned for their loss. What were they going to do now? Would they have to leave Limbo City and find some place safe? Or would they have to run for the rest of their lives?

"You m-mother...loved you d-dearly. I-I...I know that she'll never...l-leave us per-permanently."

Unbeknownst to them, a small horde of oddly shaped shadows rose from the ground just yards from the property. Slowly and wickedly, the shadows formed into strange creatures. They were monsters that fed on the corpses of humans like animals. Their sharp claws and teeth glistened in the fading sunlight, and a cruel gleam burned in each of their black eyes as they watched the house with hunger. Not long afterward, the only thing that was heard were the screams and cries of agony. Neighbors overheard the commotion but did not know what it was. By the time the police finally arrived at the scene, the only things left was the masses of blood that pooled down the driveway.

"M-My God!" one of the officers gasped as he tried not to puke form the sight and smell. "What the hell happened here?"

"Someone go get the ambulance!"

Two bodies laid on the pavement, one embracing the other with a protective, fatherly compassion. His body was torn and shredded. One leg was missing and a part of his head was mauled past the bone. In his arms laid the small body of his daughter. She was barely breathing, but unlike the man, she was still alive. She was definitely shaken. The officers removed her from the man with little difficulty and proceeded to move her from the scene.

"D-D-Daddy!" Her voice hoarse from screaming. "Daddy...where a-are...you...?"