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A Devil's Heart	By : PerireAnimus Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 4437 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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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Summary: A Prophecy decides the fate of Humans and Devil's. An Ancient Order of Devil Hunters is in an ongoing battle with the forces of evil. Dante, Nero, and Vergil are intertwined with a young woman who causes them to question what truly lies in their heart.
Author’s Note: Revised and edited version of the original! I couldn’t stand the first fanfic of my DMC original and it was just awful. Over the years I have improved in my writing and decided to rewrite my old fanfic to the one you see now. I believe this one to be way better, for those of you who have read my older one, remove it from your mind. This version will be slightly different from the last one with the same characters and plot idea. Hopefully you will come to love this one far better than my original, enjoy~! :3
Reviews are always welcomed~ :3 Characters: OC's, Dante, Vergil, Nero, Kyrie, Trish, and Lady (?) Pairings: None at the moment.
This fic takes place after all of the DMC series, so if you don't know the DMC series story, especially with 3 and 4, then you will be lost at the direction of this story.
I Give Thanks: I give much thanks and love to my beta’s Tora-Katana and Naiya for all your help~ Knowing my struggle with English not being my native language and my battles with grammar, punctuations, and writing in general, you still believed in me and encouraged me in my writing and to overcome these obstacles despite my flaws. I appreciate everything you three have done for me and for that you are not just my beta’s but are friends to me and I am blessed. Thank you.
A Devils Heart
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All Souls Night
   The day was creeping into darkness as Hallows Eve took flight where little humans took forms of ghouls and monsters and pretty princesses with cowboys saving the day. The 'Devil May Cry' Agency was still while everything outside of it was bustling with children and adults dressed up for the holiday, scaring others in their wake and collecting sweets instead of souls, as creatures of the night normally would.
   It was almost nightfall and no one has called in for Dante's awesome talent in demon-slaying, one that every demon and devil knew and feared; or at least, that's how Dante saw it. He sat at his desk, his feet lazily propped up by his over-sized black boots that zipped up the front lay comfortably on the desk. He twirled his Ebony gun with his open-finger leather gloved hand, his right index-finger fitted behind the trigger; of course, the safety was on. He set the gun down on the desk to his left, next to a picture of his mother. The gun lay quietly next to its twin Ivory for the moment, quiet, almost serene, that is, until it is needed again to shed some devil blood.
   As usual, Dante wore a black leather vest that double buckled over his chest snugly, but his bottom half was clad in black leather pants to match his vest which settled at the top of his hips. He also wore around his muscular neck a striking gold pendant containing a twinkling ruby in the middle of it. His mother had left it to him as a keepsake. His white, un-kept hair covered his ice blue eyes like always. His expression was bored as he glanced over at Trish, who was wearing a silver embroidered black cincher that slightly opened at the top of her bust and barely covered her stomach, showing it of. Her tight black leather pants complimented her sleek legs; a big double silver buckle black belt was fitted around her wide hips, her black leather knee-high boots covering her calves. A black ribbon choker was tied around her neck and a black leather arm guard buckled up her left arm. Her long platinum blond hair hanging low at her waist as she sat on the couch reading her girly magazines, a name given to them by Dante.
   What is it with women and their damn magazines, he thought as he eyed Trish, the woman who painfully resembled his late mother.
   Trish didn't see Dante's stare, her attention focused closely on reading an interesting article in today's gossip and fashion. Reading these magazines helped her understand the female human’s character and so this was her excuse to occasionally read them.
   Dante sighed, annoyance flitting across his face. "Damn it! Where the hell are the demons today? Aren't they supposed to be wrecking havoc on people tonight? It's their damn job to cause trouble and my job to kick their asses for doing it!" yelled Dante, frustrated, as he slammed his head on his desk in defeat.
   "Maybe you killed all of them… or they’re probably taking a holiday…," said Trish, smiling amusedly, still looking in her magazine as she flipped a page.
   "Was that you trying to be a smart-ass? Cause I forgot to laugh." Dante said in a sarcastic tone, his head still flat on his desk, then under his breath muttering "Bitch" as he smirked, trying to start something to amuse him out of his boredom.
   "What was that Dante?" She said in a low growl as she looked up from her magazine with a death glare towards her partner; her sharp ears not missing the words but asked the question as a challenge.
   "…Nothing…," he replied as he lifted his head to eye Trish, his usual playful smirk plastered on his face in amusement.
   "Yeah that's what I thought…" Trish said quietly back as she went back to looking at her magazine, not in a mood for Dante's childish games and left it at that.
   Dante snorted back in reply as he focused on the round clock on the far left side wall, the small hand pointing to the six and the longer hand at seven. Six-thirty-five p.m., Dante sighed, returning to his brooding as he grabbed one of his guns and began to take it apart for cleaning. He pulled one of the desk drawers out to remove the gun cleaning tools from its confines and laid them gently on top of his desk.
   Then all of a sudden, someone knocked at the door; the sound got Trish and Dante's attention as they looked up at the worn, red wooden door. He got up from his chair to walk towards it, cracking his neck to loosen the tension caused by laying his head uncomfortably on his desk. He had a feeling they were trick-or-treater's coming to beg for candy, he didn't mind and was glad to have bought a ton of bags for the occasion. It wasn't going to be too much trouble handing out candy to rambunctious kids high on sugar and whatever was left he could eat: everybody would win without him breaking a sweat. The kids would come and go, but he really wanted to get out, especially on all souls night. It was the night where the veil between this and the Otherworld was at its thinnest, and usually at its strongest for spirits of many kinds to be able to roam the earth.
   "Why are you bothering giving sweets to humans dressed up, pretending to be something ridiculous and outrageous?" Trish said, laying the magazine down, forgotten-- as she raised a hand to her temple as if the very thought gave her a headache, thin brows furrowed.
   Trish didn't understand why Dante would bother giving candy to annoying little brats playing dress up: dressing up like things that you were not struck her as pointless, and giving them candy for doing it seemed foolish, but that was the human holiday tradition as she came to realize. She just never liked it or understood it; humans were so strange, she thought.
   Dante just looked at her with his amused small smile as he got to the door, where a small round wooden table sat near the door, holding a large metal bowl filled with a variety of candy. As he reached for the bowl, taking his attention away from Trish and preparing himself for the costumed kids, he took a breath and swung the door open, providing the large bowl to the kids who happily said "Trick or Treat" in the usual child jingle.
   Dante just smiled nervously, "I think I rather give you guys a treat than have a trick played on me." He said chidingly as he brought forth the bowl for the kids to grab at the candy greedily; "Here ya go ya little monsters," he said while they were busy rummaging through the candy bowl and leaving once they were satisfied. "Eat lots of candy and raise some hell!" Dante yelled out to them with his right hand over the side of his mouth as the kids giggled, running away to the next house.
   The children dressed as a skeleton, a princess, a character from some kids cartoon, a zombie and a bumble bee, while the parents were off at a distance near the street on watch, following them close behind he observed. Dante closed the door and sat the candy bowl down on the table, the smile disappearing from his face as his brows furrowed in impatience. He wanted to get out and have some fun like everybody else, excluding the trick or treating, anything than sitting around and doing nothing all night in boredom.
   Suddenly an idea crept into his mind that was brilliant; go out dressed up too for the occasion just for the hell of it, it would be fun, and maybe even hunt down some demons and be a part of the costume wearing for once. He had secretly bought a couple of items for the occasion out of curiosity, so what could it hurt? Demons maybe. He quickly went to his messy room to where his closet was and pulled out the items he had bought a couple of days ago, still in their bags. Trish got up, getting ready to leave; she had her own things to do, other than sitting around doing nothing with Dante, but was curious as to what her partner was doing.
   "What are you doing?" she asked curiously, standing near the worn, black leather couch, waiting for a reply, or for him to come out of the room, her arms crossed.
   Dante didn't say anything as he pulled out a worn, deep red trench coat and put it on over his vest. Then took a long wide crimson hat he had bought, made out of smooth yet fine quality suede and donned a black, emotionless Italian-style masquerade mask that covered his face nicely. Intricate silver designs highlighted the mask from the sides, around the eye slits and forehead, giving it a Victorian look that still kept its masculine features. Looking at himself in the antique long silver mirror near his large closet, he was quite pleased at how he appeared; thinking he looked pretty cool and that this wasn't such a bad idea. He strapped a light brown gun holster around his waist, one for holding a larger weapon on his back, buckling the two straps on the front of his chest, and made sure both snug. When he was finished, he went back into the main room where Trish was waiting. As soon as Trish saw Dante, she was speechless as she just stared at him with wide eyes, uncrossing her arms. Dante went to his huge mahogany cabinet with his weapon collection to pick out his weapon of choice to take with him on his demon hunting.
   "What the hell are you wearing Dante? Are you seriously going out looking like that? You look ridiculous with that mask and hat on, you're acting like a foolish human, just like everyone else tonight. Ridiculous!" she said judgmentally in a harsh tone of disgust.
   Dante skimmed through his unique weapon collection, pulling out a sword here, a gun there, putting each item back carefully and orderly, not satisfied with any as he heard Trish's rude protest that made him frown behind his mask.
   "I'm wearing my usual attire with a mask and a hat as accessories and I don't give a damn how I look to you or anyone else for that matter. And you forget that I am human too and not just a devil; I don't give a shit if I look or act foolish, at least I'm gonna have fun while I’m doing it," he answered back, his back still towards her as he pulled out the weapon he thought befitting for the occasion: a wicked scythe.
   Trish sighed to his reply as she shook her head with indifference. Dante, who didn't seem to take notice of Trish, closed the large wooden glass door of the cabinet as he observed the long black and dark purple scythe that glowed a blue white color. He made a test swing before he was satisfied and believed that he chose the right weapon. He took long strides to his desk to grab his guns, quickly putting together Ebony with ease; removing the safety lock on both large weapons before holstering his twin guns behind his back under the long coat, then grabbed his keys. He was ready to conquer the night of souls.
   Dante passed Trish without giving her a glance, muttering in a low tone, "I'll see you around." His footsteps seemed to make an eerie sound as he opened the large door to the outside, a cold wind blowing in, making his coat blow behind him and his semi-long white loose hair shiver at the sides of his face.
   "Yeah, whatever… raise some hell out there…" she replied in an uncaring monotone, crossing her long pale arms across her well endowed chest.
   Dante just smirked underneath his mask as he made one last glance at her before leaving, "Heh, I will. Don't wait up for me," he said in a prideful tone, his scythe resting on his right shoulder in a tight-gloved grip.
   He walked out into the darkness, closing the door behind him, the harvest moon shining brightly yet mysteriously in the star filled sky.
   Hallows Eve was still young, what a perfect time for devil killing he thought. Taking in a deep breath, the crisp air filling his lungs, he was beginning to feel the excitement the night offered as he hopped onto his large black motorbike, that glimmered a shade of a deep and light violet.
   He needed to shed some devil blood to get his heart pumping back to life. Grinning, he holstered his scythe behind him, put the key into the ignition, and turned it, the engine roaring to life with a deep growl. With his fingerless gloved hands on the break, he kicked back the stand and revved the engine. He was ready to take on the evening and hoped it would be an exciting one, leaving behind his boredom at the 'Devil May Cry' residence. It would be a perfect night to make a devil cry and Dante would make certain of that. Ready, he let go of the brake and eased on the clutch, and drove off into the dark cold lively city night of monsters and humans.
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