A/N: First of all, let me thank you for clicking on my story! This Devil May Cry fanfiction will incorporate the characters from the new DmC reboot just for clarification. Also, this is a novelization, but don't be scared that it will just be some rehashing of the game! Once Dante starts down his journey through Limbo I intend to make it more realistic and original rather then "Dante got stabbed forty times, but bonked the demon on the nose and it vaporized.", so be prepared for some pretty tumultuous battles, heartbreak, and the occasional emotional breakdown! This story will be mainly focused on Dante, but other characters like Mundus featured below, Vergil, and Kat will have a few parts all to themselves where you will be able to see their thoughts, motivations, etc. I'm not sure if this is something that will interest any of you guys, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

On a side note I apologize that the chapter is so short. I just wanted to get the ball rolling and I promise that I will aim for chapters that are around the 3,000-5,000+ word range.

Disclaimer: ~I do not own Devil May Cry~

Prologue

"Every Villain is a hero in their own mind."

Who decides what a hero is? Is it someone who fights for the weak? Or perhaps someone who fights for the good of mankind? Maybe a hero is someone who despite their weaknesses decided to stand and fight anyway. Is a hero incorruptible? Does a hero put the lives of thousands before the lives of a loved one?

In the end it could be none of these things, or it could be all of them.

Only the victor can decide what truly makes a hero.

Chapter 1: And Welcome to Hell!

Mundus peered through the window that overlooked his city. Soon, he would have the entire world in the palm of his hand, and nobody could do anything about it. Lilith, his mistress, sat on a lounge chair across the room smiling deviously as she listened to his call. He took a few seconds to observe the glorious Hell Gate, his most prized possession. It was so massive it took up a whole wall of his penthouse office.

Mundus flashed Lilith a sinister smirk, and confirmed to his caller "Yes. By close of trading on Friday…no you can't have more time. You know the terms, you know the consequences…" Fucking Fools. That was all Mundus thought of the humans. They were beneath him. Children who needed to be taught with an iron fist. Toys whose only purpose were to entertain. Without him, the humans would be nothing.

He scoffed "No this is not a veiled threat. This is a direct one. Should you fail to comply the collapse of the economy will be on your head." A wicked laugh escaped Lilith's voluptuous lips. Did they not understand who he was? Mercy was something he seldom showed, yet they still didn't get it. "I will make sure you are stripped of power, shamed and hated. Is that clear enough for you?" Apparently it was. "Well, Friday it is then…You have a good night, Mr. President." He ended the call in one swift motion before tossing the phone on a nearby table.

Finally, he had everything the world offered in the palm of his hand. Debt was his weapon of choice, and it was a damned good one for controlling the masses.

"Did you get it, my Darling?" Lilith asked as she made her way over towards Mundus, her face barely moving as she spoke. A smug smile formed on his lips "Over a trillion." He stated matter-of-factly, "Soon I will own everything worth owning. I will control the world through debt. I have absolute power." As he said the last sentence his mind skated across all the things he owned. Nobody could ever match his power.

Lilith let out a soft laugh as she played with the buttons on his suit. "The world is at last your bitch. As am I. Nothing left, you just grab it by the hair, bend it over and…" Suddenly Mundus remembered something, and pulled away from her grasp.

She was disheartened thinking she had said something wrong. "What's the matter? What? What's the matter?" Lilith couldn't lose him, but she was constantly in the precarious position of being replaced if Mundus ever tired of her. That could not happen.

Mundus was deep in thought as he stared back out onto his city. Fleeting images of a young boy with Raven hair, an angelic whore, and a brother who betrayed him soiled the high from his victory that was not but moments ago. "A loose end." Was all he muttered before Lilith clutched his arm and asked once more in a panicked tone "What? What do you mean?"

With a stolid expression he continued " The son of the traitor Sparda…Dante." The name tasted sour on his tongue. Dante was an abomination. A plague. He needed to be purged.

Immediately, relief washed over Lilith, and with a dismissive gesture she groaned "Him." A noise of disgust permeated from between her lips as she circled around Mundus.

"He's still out there." Mundus interjected as he continued to stare at his corrosive city.

Quick to reassure him, Lilith added "The Hunters will find him. They found Sparda and his whore.", This caused Mundus some peace as he remembered the satisfying memory, "And when they do…" Lilith's voice trailed off, and Mundus picked up right where she had left off. "I will rip open his chest with my bare hands and feast on his beating heart." He balled his hand into a fist, and turned towards the various security camera monitors.

Oh yes, he would find him. Dante would suffer at his hands. He would pay for his father's betrayal with his life, and Mundus couldn't have been more ecstatic.

With a large swig of his beer, Dante observed the angel twirling on the pole in front of him. The only thing that was similar between this exotic dancer and an angel would be the white feathered wings she wore on her back. Besides that she was as sinful as they came. Just how Dante liked them. Her skimpy getup was the signature outfit for the girls in this club, and Dante couldn't complain.

The house music pounded against his skull, and with every beer he downed the world began to get a bit blurrier each time. He liked the world like this. A blur. Ignorance is bliss after all.

Laser lights shifted from an electric blue to a deep crimson red all the while smoke hung in the air like a heavy drape over the club. Everyone here seemed to be ignorant as well. Ignorant to just how fucked up and dangerous their world was. Dante couldn't blame them though. An artificial world pumped full of lies is better then truth slapping you in the face, and it's not like Dante could do anything about it so he would enjoy the perks the world had to offer.

He winked at the dancer before giving a sideways glance to the right of him. Dante sneered, throwing his beer at a nearby patron who was about to fall victim to some demon scum. Quickly, the demon vanished. "Fucking coward." Dante muttered as he returned his eyes to the dancer, pleasantly surprised to find not just one but two were shimmying down the pole in front of him.

Lust. Temptation. Desire. It made Dante smile. After this, it was a fast pace blur back to his trailer with a sexual taxi ride in between. He practically kicked down his trailer door as his two perky companions accompanied him. Dante would be lying if he said he remembered what their names were, but they didn't seem to mind.

Skin touching skin. Lips on lips. Everything was fast and hot. Nails racked down Dante's back, and he reveled in the pain. If someone would have been outside and saw Dante's trailer, they would have thought an earthquake had hit due to the amount of rocking that was taking place. After a few hours, Dante was exhausted and fell asleep quickly hoping the girls would know to let themselves out.

His dreams were filled with nightmarish horrors that would have made any normal man tremble. Dante though, was anything but normal. A freak some would say, but Dante never really knew what he was. The only thing he did know was that he could see demons, he could kill demons, and he was a sarcastic ass that enjoyed the sweeter things in this hell of a life. He would sleep in his world of ignorance for one more final night before everything he's ever know will be shattered until nothing but the truth remains.