Devil May Cry

Dimensions to your world and the next

Chapter 4

Warnings: Language, as far as I know, oh, and violence, now

*Author's Note: I have no idea why these chapters are so short! Normally, DS writes longer than this!

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Dante's P.O.V.

I was coming back from destroying demons--which were harassing an owner of a bar downtown. A couple of scythe wielding demons, no sweat, like always. I was walking straight towards Devil May Cry, my shop. My hands were shoved into the pockets of my trench coat casually. But as I was nearing the brown double doors into the shop a presence was nearing it as well.

I stopped walking, a few feet away from the doors. I lifted my chin up high, taking a whiff of the air. Oh yeah, it reeked of demons.

"Just when I thought the party was over, more uninvited guests just keep coming," I remarked, and drew out both Ebony and Ivory.

Just as a demon was swinging its scythe towards me, I immediately flipped backwards, high in the air. As I was upside down, I looked down at the many demons below me--some were nearing the doors to my shop.

"Oh, no you don't, buddy." I aimed straight into the skull of one of the demons before it had the chance of opening the door. It screeched in torment. I landed gracefully on the black pavement floor, putting away my twin pistols and unsheathing Rebellion.

"Now, who's next?" I asked cockily, having a little fun before I disposed them all.

All the demons charged towards me, but I could see in the corner of my eyes that some of the sneaky little bastards were trying to enter my shop. What was in there that was so interesting, besides my pizza? I ran towards the demons at the doors, quickly slashing them into pieces. I continued to slash and shoot, destroying all the demons in the area.

But they all targeted one goal, to get into Devil May Cry. They never tried that before, so, why now? The only thing I had in there that was different from other times was...__________! They were after her, but why? I let that thought linger in my mind as I pushed the double doors open. I gently closed it behind me.

I could hear that the television was on. ______________ was probably watching TV while I was gone. I neared my desk, leisurely slipping off my red trench coat and my weapons. As I was doing this, I glanced over at my couches, searching for her body sitting there, watching the television mindlessly. But instead, I found her lying across the couch, silently sleeping.

"Heh..." I smirked and walked towards her. I grabbed the remote that was clenched loosely in her hand and placed it on the arm of the couch. I picked her body up in my arms. She nuzzled her face into my bare chest. I walked my way upstairs into the small hall and to my room, gently moving the door aside with my foot.

Slowly, I placed her on the mattress of my bed. Her hand lay on the pillow beside her face while the other rested on her stomach. Her eyes were closed, her eyelashes brushing against her cheeks. Taking one last glance at her I left the room instantly before I did something stupid. A girl lying on my bed in my room alone with me didn't mix with good thoughts.

Being that the only room in this whole place, I walked downstairs and towards my couch, kicking off my boots and plopping down. I lazily picked up the remote and flipped through the channels, hoping something interesting was on. To my dismay, there wasn't. I sighed and turned off the TV. Lying back on the couch, I folded my arms behind my head.

"Those demons were trying to get to ___________ for a reason," I thought aloud. I narrowed my eyes towards the ceiling with a smirk.

Either ___________ was lying to me, or something big was going to happen. Hm, sounds like fun.

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*Author's Note: ..................still, nothing to say, but I am slowly discovering the warnings to put in here.