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Change of Fate	By : Aryun Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 1617 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Devil May Cry game series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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It wasn�t that hard to find the little hidden alleyway
building with its glowing sign. I smiled inwardly to myself as I held onto the
metal scaffolding that adorned the left side of the alleyway.

Devil Never Cry.

Complete with a naked woman holding two guns above her
head.

I had to laugh at that.

Shaking my head, I continued forward, glancing behind me to
see if anyone was still pursuing me. I hated having to be the one He chose,
because His minions were following at a great distance, but still following.

That� upset me. It was almost like He didn�t trust me not
to lead myself into trouble. Then again, knowing me as well as He did, He was
likely right.

I walked up the long wooden steps of his establishment,
mindful of the weakness that seemed to gnaw persistently at my body. Finally I
stood in front of the large, heavy double doors, placing my palm along the
smoothness of the cool wood.

Before I raised my hand to knock, the door flew open,
revealing a tall, slender blonde that just screamed non-human.

She was taller than me, and she had to look down her nose
to see me. Her long blonde hair was pulled up high upon her head, the long
strands fluttering over her shoulders and landing on the pale red cotton tank
she wore that accented her figure. The hair was long enough so that it brushed
the bottom of her rear that was clad in tight black denim.

Her large, blue eyes bellied her innocent gaze, which
narrowed at the sight of me.

�What do you want?� Her voice was hard, slightly
husky and left me no room for argument.

�Rounding up a stray sheep.�

Her eyes narrowed before she blinked at me.

I smiled slightly. �Virgil has lost his sheep and needs to
find him.�

She watched me for a few moments before she nodded. �I�
understand.�

�Obviously you don�t,� I sighed. �Dante said to return and
seek him out�� I felt my eyesight start to blur slightly. �So, here I am��

She watched me as I swayed, loosing my balance and sliding
to my knees before I blacked out, my head reeling in sickness.

When I woke up, I felt a cool cloth folded on my forehead
and fingertips brushing the back of my right hand. I whimpered slightly, my hand
rising to touch my face, feeling the warmth burning my fingers.

Soft fingers caught my own causing my eyes to open and
catch soft, aqua blue ones. A smile played against his lips as he held both of
my hands inside his.

�I see you�ve come back. Trish wasn�t pleased.�

�Fuck her,� I groaned as I tried to sit upright, instantly
falling back down with a yelp. �Gods, this is annoying.�

He let go of one of my hands to brush back a wet strand
from my cheek, tucking it behind my ear. �Actually I don�t, but I don�t think
it�s annoying yet.� He arched an eyebrow. �Mind telling me why you�re around?�

�You said to come around, and besides, I couldn�t stand
where I was any longer. They�re a bunch of overprotective loons.�

�Well, you are sick, babe.�

I sighed, closing my eyes, taking his hand and slipping it
over the slight swelling of my belly. �Not sick because of illness, sick because
of indiscretion� after all, they do say that indiscretion is the better part of
valor. However I don�t believe that.�

I felt him move to set his rear upon the edge of the couch
that I was laying upon. Opening my eyes when I felt his fingertips dance along
the side of my face, I saw that his smile had softened.

He moved the cool cloth to the bowl that lay on the floor
before he slid one of his hands underneath my neck, supporting it as he leaned
forward. �I knew what was going to happen.�

My eyes widened slightly, and I tried to shift back from
his face, less than an inch from my own. I felt my heart hammering against my
ribs as the panic tried to close my throat. �How?�

His fingers slipped gently underneath the waistband of my
pants. �Because I felt it,� he said simply as his hand slipped back up to cup my
cheek. �And I know you�re a pawn� and you don�t like it.�

With my heart hammering inside my chest, he leaned forward,
brushing his lips across mine with tenderness unfound in the
Dante-presented-to-the-world, but only found in the Dante within.

He pulled back slightly to slide his cheek against my neck,
gently nuzzling my skin.

�You�re not� pissy about it�?�

�I suppose I should be, however, like I said before, you
were given an ultimatum I believe� however,� he pulled back slightly, brushing
his lips against my jaw. �I�d like to know the whole truth.�

Before I could open my mouth to speak, his head snapped up,
eyes narrowing in the direction of the door.

�Let�s hold that thought, babe�� he murmured as he got up,
straightening his red trench coat.

�I�m not here,� I blurted as I slid sideways off the couch,
sliding my butt so that I was safely hidden from view from the door. �His people
were following me last I thought� I honestly believed I led them to a cold end,
however it doesn�t seem that way.� My hand lay loosely around my throat, feeling
my pulse hammering there again and within my ears.

He stepped over to me, slipping a warm flannel sheet about
me. With a soft kiss across my forehead, he pulled back. �Stay here, babe. You
ain�t here.� He winked before he sashayed over to the door.

I sighed in relief, leaning my head against the soft fabric
of the side of the couch, and felt tears slip from my eyes. My ears picked up
the conversation.

�Yeah? What do you want?�

�Where is the Empress?�

�Excuse me, but who the hell are you to make demands as
soon as you waltz in my door?�

�The Empress is here, she must be.�

There was a snort. �I don�t know who the hell this Empress
chick you�re talkin� about is, and I would appreciate it if you�d shut your yap
and vacate.�

�She�s a woman. Tall and blonde hair.�

�Yo! Trishy! You know these guys?�

I heard soft footfalls that stopped on the stairs. There
was a pause.

Finally I heard Trish�s voice. �No, never seen them
before.�

�Now, would you be kind enough to get? Trishy�s the only
blonde that�s here, ain�t yah Trishy?�

�Yeah, I�m the only girl stupid enough to deal with
foul-mouth.�

�Aw, that hurts, Trishy. Really hurts.�

There was a crackle of electricity, and then a voice I
recognized. �If you see her, Son of Sparda, return her to her rightful place
with us. If you find her, use this to contact us.�

With that, I heard several footsteps go down the wooden
front steps and onto the concrete before there was a sizzle of energy, and they
were gone.

Dante gave a huff of disgust as he walked to a back room,
and threw something metal against metal. �Contact this.�

There was a tapping foot as he returned into the main room.
�How many times have I told you not to call me �Trishy�, Dante?�

�Enough to know it pisses you off, babe. Now cool it, and
thanks for lyin� for her.�

�I may not like her, but there�s got to be a viable reason
why she�s here.�

�Yeah, those goons were after her because she�s knocked up.
Safe assumption, right babe?�

I gathered the question was thrown my way because there was
a pause. Painstakingly, I slipped out from my makeshift hiding place and shook
my head. �You can say that.�

Trish tilted her head at me. �Who were they?�

�People you never want to fuck with in your life. They�re
the right hand men of the Grandfather, or to put it bluntly, a Creator God.
They�re his private pet assassins and� ilk.�

�He said your rightful place; would you be kind enough to
define that?�

�Trish, lay off. She�s a half-breed like me, only her
father was a god and mine was a devil.� He walked back to where I lay sitting,
my head spinning.

He slipped his hands around my waist, pulling me to my feet
as he warped his blanket around me tighter. �Come on, babe, lets get you
horizontal so you can sleep, then we can talk later if you feel up to it.�

I grabbed hold of Dante�s forearms as they braced me on my
feet. �That last voice� That was Grandfather� He�ll be� furious with you if He
ever finds out.�

Dante arched an eyebrow when I looked at him. �Don�t care.
I took on Mundus and hit the jackpot. One more god doesn�t scare me.�

I smiled wryly at him. �I should hope not, for the Sparda
pride at least.�

He laughed slightly and gently led my way past a slightly
startled Trish and upstairs.

I always hated stairs whenever I was ill. They never seemed
to like me, and I hated them. Dante, though, was being patient and kind, so
unlike what I would have expected as he led me, and supported me up the steps.

As we got to the top, he wrapped an arm around my waist,
holding me to his side. With soft hands he pulled a strand of my hair into view.
�You�re a copper chick, not blonde.� He laughed slightly as he finally pulled me
up into his arms, carrying me the last distance into a room.

�Hope you don�t mind company when you sleep, babe, �cause
this is my room and I ain�t givin� up my bed.�

��is fine�� I murmured softly, my eyes seemingly refusing
to stay open.

I barely felt it when he laid me upon his bed, covering me
with another blanket and pulling a pillow underneath my head.

�Get some rest, you�re exhausted and sick.�

His fingers brushed through my hair before he placed a
gentle kiss upon my temple, shutting the door softly behind him.

I inhaled, catching the sent of his hair upon the pillow
and I sighed, finally drifting off into a quite sleep.
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