Working as a Demon Hunter in Fortuna

Chapter 1: You gotta learn how to combos.

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I stared to the moldy ceiling while the creaking noise of the rusty fan sings across the dreary air of Fortuna General Hospital.

I looked over the gibberish that is my patient's slip where my personal information was written down for identification as well as my medical condition. How did I know how to read the ancient runes of doctor's chicken scratches is beyond me but here's what it read.

Name: Soren di Fortuna

Age: 15

Birthdate: 13th April 1991

Date warded: 31 January 2006

Address: Fortuna Cathedral Orphanage, Fortuna, Italy.

Blood type: O-

Injury: A slash across the chest inflicted by a Scarecrow.

I read my name several times. Soren di Fortuna. Soren of Fortuna. Who lives in Fortuna Cathedral Orphanage. And apparently I was hospitalized after being slashed across the chest by a fucking Scarecrow.

Fuck me, am I in DMCverse?

That's like the only place I knew that was named Fortuna.

A nurse walk in and saw that I'm awake, she then called up the doctor and I just don't think anymore.

I'll deal with the fact I just got isekaid into DMCverse later.

(((4th of March 2006)))

I lounged in my room to rest after I was discharged from the hospital. Well, a room shared by like 40 other kids of varying ages. It is an orphanage afterall.

After a few days living here, I have confirmed that I am indeed has been reincarnated into DMC4. Couldn't mistake it when I see fucking Nero di Fortuna but without his badass Devil Bringer going around getting into fistfights with bullies. Really hard to mistake that one.

So who am I?

I am Soren di Fortuna, an orphan in this holy city who is training to be one of the Order of the Sword demonic goons.

Yeah, hard to miss it when you have to drink a cup of fucking demon blood every Sunday mass. Sure they dilute it with a lot of water along with whatever formula that Agnus concocted, but still, demon blood.

Well I need power anyway so I just drink the damn thing. It was rather ironic in taste. Having being slowly turned into somekind of demon mutant was definitely one of the reason I survived a fucking scythe through the chest.

Still, considering I am still a small 153cm tall boy with girly face at my age, I think I'm going to write a complain to the HR Department over the growth stunt side effect. Seriously what the fuck? Everyone my age looks like jacked as hell and here I am somehow stuck in the femboy build.

I checked into my pants once again. Welp, at least this lil bro of mine isn't so girly. Thank Sparda for that.

I lost all my memories before the accident, so whatever weird church stereotypes that might happened to me before that, I had completely forgotten it. Still, eewww to even imagine that.

Now I instead has the vast knowledge of a weeb. I know a lot of animes and stuff. What a useful treasure trove of knowledge I have lodged in my noggins.

For now, I'm just going to fucking sleep.

)))))))) da next day )))))))))

"Oh look at that, it's the sissy!"

"We thought you were dead, sissy! The Scarecrow couldn't even finish the job!"

"maybe the demon let him off easy coz it thinks he's a girl ahahah!"

Everyone mocked me as I entered the training ground where we'll be practicing combos or whatever. As expected, Nero is brooding at the corner of the field, thinking about Kyrie boobies and the meaning of life or whatever. There's about 30 members of our batch training in this field, practicing how to use the weird motor-sword thingy.

I ignored the mocking crowd and take one of the practice motor-sword to train. After a few minutes of ignoring them, some of them had start to get mad over my ignoration and circle around me.

"What now?", I asked them with an annoyed tone.

"Bllaaa blalaa blallaa blaaaa! Blaa blaaa blaa blaaa!!", yea sorry man I am too lazy to process generic bullies dialogues.

"Sure sure eat a dick, Pussyfer."

Hearing that, Pussyfer punched me in the face and I legit fly 10 feet up to the air and then plummet to ground. The fact that my face hardly feel hurt that much tells me that despite my cute boi build, I am so much sturdier than normal human.

Welp, doesn't help much to have a superhuman body when you are being kicked on the ground by stronger superhumans.

I just curled up like a ball, pulling the Royal Guard: Pangolin Defense move. As long as its not my balls I really don't care where did I got hit. Just curl and wait they get bored over hitting a turtle.

Still, do they don't get bored hitting a deadbeat for minutes? Even I am getting bored over here.

"Hey! How about you pick a fight with someone your own size!"

Nero being the 90s delinquent manga protag that he is has finally decide to intervene on my behalf and call out to the bullies. Sheesh, took you long enough, buddy.

"blaaa blaaa blaaaa!! Blaaa blaaa blaaa laa laa!", again, I am too lazy to process stupid bullies noises.

"Come at me!", Nero then struck a Jet Lee taunting pose. Ah yeah, I forgot. Taunting is part of the combat system here.

The five bullies was hit by agro and change their target from me to Nero. Then, they attack Nero with a surprisingly professional coordinated attacks. Nero however just backflip around their attacks with an unnecessary stylish flair. I mean, I would describe it better if I am a poet but I am not, so you just have to be satisfied with my shitty observations.

Backflip here, pirouette there. Punch punch punch kick punch headbutt backflip stylish roll leg sweep so on so on. I just sit cross legged as I observed Nero's combos. He's the game protag after all. Who else should I learn combos from if not him?

Then, while the bullies are in the process of having their HP bar being slowly trickle down by Nero's combos, I took one of the motor-sword and revved it up to Exceed 3.

Man, I always wanted to try this out.

I clench the release lever and I proceed to be the epicenter of a fiery tornado.

"Whoa!!!"

Like a fucking beyblade, I spin with fiery wind and hit the bullies with the blunt edge with back breaking force

"BLAAAAA!!!", goodbye Bully 1 to 5. You will not be missed as you guys are thrown across the field 30 yards away as you get whacked by my beyblade combo.

"Dang, nice!", Nero whistled over my stupid but works moveset. I coolly posed with the heavy sword on my shoulder however I miscalculated the center of gravity and ended up tilted to the side. However, DMC is all about Aura Farming, so I play it off as totally intended.

Before we can trade talk further, our instructor came in and began to yell about the ruckus.

"BLAAA BLAAA BLAAA Nero! Blaa blaa blaaa!!!"

I am also too lazy to bother to process generic asshole church dudes dialogues.

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As punishment for the ruckus, Nero and I were forced to stay in T-pose with buckets of water in each hand. Since its nighttime now, I guess its been like four hours since we been stuck in T Pose and dominance is certainly being asserted.

Nero being the anti-social jackass that he is doesn't say a word to me, his companion in crime.

Yea, fuck you too man.

"You've changed."

Oh, now you're talking. Hah. My win. No one beats me at silent treatment game.

"Dying has a way to change people, dude."

Nero snorted by my side.

"I mean, you had completely changed. Now, we're not friends but I've seen you around. Always crying and being a wimp. Used to help you out back in the day but I give up when you just keep being a loser."

"Welp, considering I lost all my memories, you can say that kid had actually died. Factory reset and all that."

Nero glanced to the side toward me.

"Is that so? That explains a lot."

Then, a girl in religious robes come toward us. It kinda annoys me how tall she is when she's around my age. Well I am 15. Maybe I'll get a growth spurt later.

"Nero! You got into trouble again!"

"Hey, this time its for a good cause, Kyrie! I saved this guy from the bullies."

"Yeah right. I'm the one that finish them off.", I added.

"Oh.", she looked at me up and down.

"no worries. I'm a dude."

"Wha?" she flustered. What? I know the pairings. I don't want a stupid misunderstanding sideplot where Orihime mistook me as a girl. Man I hope someone got that reference. I am tortured with reference jokes no one in this world can understand. "ehmm ehmmm! Ah, my name is Kyrie. Kyrie Eleison. What is your name?"

"Soren di Fortuna."

"Oh. Now put the buckets down. Credo has talked it over with your instructors and you can go home now."

I put it down and wind my stiff shoulder. Demon steroid or not, those buckets was a pain to lift. I started to walk away when Kyrie call me out again.

"Hey Soren! Come to our house! Have some dinner with us!"

Nero looks annoyed over Kyrie inviting me over but screw you Nero. Orphan food is a sludge and I will have a real meal damn it!

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"So you are that kid that almost died to a Scarecrow the other day."

Ah Credo, my favorite character.

"Yep, that's me."

"hmm… your personal file mentions you have a timid and anxious personality."

"Losing all memories tend to reset personalities, sir."

"Is that so? Why didn't you inform your attending doctor?"

"He didn't ask."

Credo nodded over my flawless logic. Yes. My sudden personality shift is totally not suspicious at all sir. Mmm mmmm.

I take another scoop of mashed potato and enjoy the divine taste of carbs. Nero just side eyed me over my fifth plate of steak. I need muscles, bro. So sue me for robbing the Eleison family's pantry.

Man, imagine Vergil become a gymbro. Protein, I need more protein! Without muscles you cannot protect anything, Dante!

Now that is a crackfic idea.

"Well, Soren, you are welcome to come by our home anytime. It is good to see Nero finally have another friend other than Kyrie.", Credo said.

"He's not my friend.", Nero mumbles.

Whatever, Nero. I'm only hanging around here to get my protein. I don't want to be buddies with you to begin with.

(((23rd of May 2006)))

"Parkour!"

"wuhuu!!"

Currently, Nero and I are training evasive maneuvers.

"Get back here you thieving brats!"

"Hey I paid! I leave the money at the counter!"

"You trade against my consent! That is still thievery and you are underaged!"

I looked over the porn mags I have traded against the bookshopkeeper's will. Slayer Weekly featuring Lady from Devil May Cry. Like hell I'm not getting this treasure. If I have to buy it out against their will, so be it.

I jumped over another roof with Nero who was carrying his own bundle of porn mags, traded by force too. The shopkeeper can do nothing against our superhuman prowess. He will have to live in shame that a couple of teenager shoved money to his pocket against his will and fled with illegal contrabands. Such is the price for not having power.

Maybe this will motivate him to go to gym. Who knows.

"Nero! Look at this!"

I tossed the bundle up the air and release Exceed 1 from my brand new motor-sword, Proto 1. It is a motor-sword that is designed as a katana instead and used the Exceed system to execute explosive battojutsu.

Yep, I'm going full weeb here.

Anyway, the Exceed 1 release propelled me up the air as a spinning flaming beyblade and I catch the bundle mid air.

"You think that's cool? Then how about this!"

Nero throw the bundle up the air and rev up Red Queen. He released the Exceed and fly up the air with his jet sword. He caught his own bundle and landed stylishly on a roof and slide down.

"oh yea? Then how about this!"

Along the way, we continues our stylish measuring contest. We finally arrived to the rundown chapel of Sparda at the corner of Fortuna.

Where is the best place to hide a porn mag?

Well under the statue of satan jesus, obviously.

Man, satan jesus. That's two names you didn't think would get along.

Not that christianity is a thing in this DMC world. I mean when your world history was a rando demon knight decide to pull the lucifer playbook against satan himself and saved mankind 2000 years ago, you shouldn't expect this world to be exactly the same with Earth despite the modern era similarities.

The DMC world is a world where demons randomly spawning around the globe is public knowledge. Its just that everyone thinks Boss level demons are the myth. Exaggerated stories by our ancestors who lacks better weaponries. Its like trying to convince people that Unicorn really do exist and not just some rando Athenian being confused over a rhino description.

Order of the Sword is a 500 years old knightly order that had been established by Sparda himself, or so I heard. While Sparda was acknowledge as a real historical figure, his actual status of species and powerlevel was always up for debate among loremasters. The general consensus was that Sparda was a human knight that somehow sealed the Demon World away, limiting only lesser demons to be able to pass through the boundary of the worlds. Of course, most people don't want to accept that Sparda was actually a demon. Hence the general public opinion was Sparda was a human knight bearing a powerful Devil Arms.

Fortuna is an oddity in that they actually worship Sparda as a god. Hell, outside of Europe, many debated if he even existed.

Anyway, hiding porn under Sparda statue. I'm sure he'll approve.

"Aww man, Lady's content are just interviews. Actual demon hunting interviews! I thought I'll get an actual nude!", I complained over this scam of a magazine.

"I don't get what's your hype about this Lady person. She has a bazooka. Big deal.", Nero rant as he flips over his own mags."

"Well whatever." I place down a nude page and began to draw the model.

"Maybe if you spend more time practicing combos instead of drawing then you might actually beat me for once."

"We're Italians, Nero. Renaissance and all that. Art is literally our heritage.", I replied back.

He just snorted and soon enough he doze off. I just ignore him and continue practicing my sketches. I don't want to live my whole life hunting demons so obviously I need to train other skillsets other than fighting.

Based on DMC4 release date, the game events might happen in 2008. And now its 2006. I have about roughly two years to prepare for the apocalyptic event that is DMC4.

Being an NPC with no special demonic bloodline, I think I'm going to have a hard time in the future. But for now, let's just chill.

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(((AN)))

Had this idea lingering in my mind for months. There you have it. A DMC fanfic.