Hello everyone, I'll explain everything at the end. Just read the short prologue

Chapter One: Welcome to Heatherfield

(On the road)

"WILL!"

"DRAKE!"

"I am you, and you are me."

"I AM KING OF THE UNDERWORLD!"

"I need more power"

"Will?"

"Gah! What?" Willhelmnia Vandom, a young fifteen year old red head groaned from what seemed to be a nightmare, clutching her head in pain.

"Honey, are you okay?" The driver, her mother Susan Vandom asked. She was a beautiful dark haired woman in her mid-thirties, with dark shiny raven locks and a beautiful tan.

"Just having a dream... a really messed up dream." More like a nightmare, she couldn't believe what she had seen. It all seemed so fake, a bunch of the names in the vision blurred from her head, but one in particular, "Drake."

"Honey, I know you miss him, but we will get to see him and Trish in a few days. She said she had some unfinished business... I really hope it wasn't dealing with your father's relatives." Will understood what that meant. When Trish dealt with someone you rather got off easy, or you got broke; hard. Trish was the mother of her best/and only friend.

Drake Sparda.

The boy was something as you would call a knucklehead, always going in head first, not afraid to take a challenge, unlike her. Though despite being hated by nearly all the kids in their old school, Will was his only friend and he was glad much to her shock. Her old home, Fadden Hill was not a place she liked to think about. Her father's family, the Vandoms were not exactly the richest families there, but they were above most, thanks to her Grandmother. But the Vandoms did not get along with Will and her mother, mostly because Will mother side was not rich like her 'father's'.

Luckily it wasn't all bad, though she didn't get along with most people, Drake and his mother Trish, long-time neighbors by the way, were the best people she ever met. Trish was someone Will wanted to be when she grew up, strong, independent, brave and doesn't take bull from anyone, especially from her dad's family. The Sparda's, a last name Will have never heard of, were a family that no one wanted to mess with. Of course that doesn't stop certain people who should have their mouths closed from opening them, then receiving a beat down from Trish. Will never knew Drake's father, saying his dad died when he was a baby. The only one who knows how he died was his mother, who says he died from 'mysterious' cases'. That's all Will got from the older woman and nothing else.

She had been living in Fadden Hill for most of her life, until a few weeks ago. When her parents finally got a divorce, her mother could not take it anymore and she attempted to pack her and Will's stuff, but her father would not have it and attempted to attack them. But it was all too quick and the last thing she remembered was Drake smashing her door open and tackling her father. Just thinking about it, made her shiver, so she changed her mind to something else.

"So, when will we get there mom?" Will asked, looking outside the window for any signs.

"Be there in two hours, luckily Trish was able to buy us a nice apartment, saying she also knew an old friend there. Who has a granddaughter around your age. That would be fun huh?" Susan asked, Will mentally rolled her eyes at that. But for the sake of her mother she agreed.

"Yeah, I guess." She mumbled, truthfully she was not a people person. Minus Drake and his mother she did not make many friends, those who tried only did it for the money her father paid the child parents, especially girls.

"Don't worry, I hear her granddaughter energetic, maybe even Drake energetic." Susan joked, causing her daughter to smile at the thought, a female version of Drake was bad.

(Later, in Heatherfield)

They finally arrived in the city and at their apartment building. Both Vandoms got out of the car, of course the weather was terrible with heavy rain so they had their hoods on. Grabbing some of their bags they walked into the apartment. They arrived in their new apartment which was actually very nice and one the dining table was a basket with goodies with a letter tied to it.

"Will, why don't you go put your stuff in your room. I'll order some pizza later." Susan said, Will nodded before walking upstairs to her room. She looked inside her new room which wasn't much now, but she could add some touch to it later. It had a bed, a desk, drawer and a mirror. But what really caught her attention was the frog plush toy on her bed. Walking towards it, she sat down and took the note from it. Opening up the letter she looked inside from who it was.

Dear Will,

Sorry that I can't be there to see you, but my mom has some unfinished business to attend to. We will be there in a day or two, depends. Anyways hope you are having a great time, and make some friends... especially hot ones.

Will rolled her eyes at that one.

Until then, bye Willy. Sincerely, you're best friend Drake Sparda.

P.S. I hope you like the frog.

Willy was Will nickname Drake gave her when they were little. Actually it was probably the first time that they met when he gave her the name. He of course got the name Snow from her since his hair reminded her of the snow. Her friend was not a normal kid, for one he loved to get in trouble, and not like start a fight kind of kid, but prank bullies whenever they pick on her. Her mind changed to the plush frog toy, picking it up she held it close to her.

Outside the door, Susan smiled as she watched her daughter read the message. No doubt from Drake, the sweet boy from their old neighbors. Sure, Drake was what one would call a knucklehead, but he was the sweetest boy she had ever met and was the only friend Will had. Plus his mother was one of the greatest friends Susan has ever had, when her 'husband' wasn't supporting her, Trish certainly was. It reminded her for when Drake and Will got in trouble from her husband's mother.

(Fadden Hills, ten years ago.)

"You need to put these two on a leash!" Susan rolled her eyes as her eardrums were also nearly destroyed from the screeching. She had her apron on because she was making a roast turkey for dinner. But it seemed fate had other ideas instead as her mother in law barged in her house, holding the kids ears in her hands, pulling them harshly. Speaking of them, a young Will sat on one of the chairs, nursing her ear and her cheeks flush in embarrassment. Next to her was a ten year old boy, he wore a black shirt and normal jeans. And while he nursed his ear, he glared at the old hag that was Will's grandmother.

Miss Vandom was an old lady in her fifties, but thanks to some sort of special cream she looked to be in her thirties. She also carried way to much hairspray as Susan resisted the urge to cringe her nose at the smell.

"Miss Vandom, they are just kids."

"They are little devils!" The old woman screeched, making Drake cover his ears. Will looked down in shame, only for Drake to comfort her. Susan smiled at the affection, while Miss Vandom glared at them.

"They are just kids, it was just a little fun." Susan said, only for Miss Vandom to get up in her face and personal space, something she didn't like.

"Fun? You call what they did fun? They spray painted my pink Camaro into a terrible red!"

"... Well you must admit red would look better for it?" Susan joked, getting the kids to chuckle, but for Vandom's glare to intensify.

"I can see why that little brat is like this. She obviously had bad parenting, and bad influence from the little demon right there." Vandom said, pointing at Drake. He made a halfhearted attempt to snap at her. "You little demon!"

"Miss Vandom, Will is a good girl, she has no 'bad influence'... besides the ones you try and give her." Susan muttered the last one under her breath.

"Oh please, it's apparent you are not teaching her properly, much like that bitch Sparda and her demon son." Miss Vandom said, causing Susan and Drake to glare at her, and Will to gasp.

"Well that's just rude, you don't seem me insulting you Miss Vandom." A voice said from behind, making Miss Vandom's face pale. Will and Drake face lighten up as they ran over to the woman which caused Susan to smile.

"Trish, so wonderful to see you." Susan said, Trish was a beautiful blond in her thirties, her beauty was only matched by... really no one. Even if Trish said Susan was more beautiful than her, it really didn't change much since most of the men in town like to hit on the single mother. But they never got the picture that she wasn't interested and always got their asses whooped for it. Trish kneeled down to pat both kids on the head, smiling and Susan noticed she carried a handbasket with spices and vegetables in it.

"And how are you little red?" Trish asked.

"I'm doing good Trish, we we-"

"Messing up my car with their stupid prank!" Miss Vandom screeched, Trish looked up at the woman, before back at the two kids, who had their heads down in shame.

"Drake, Will, that was not a nice thing to do." Trish said, the kids remained silent, waiting to be scolded once more. But to their shock Trish patting them on the head.

"But it's okay, you learned your lesson. Don't prank family... even if they banshees." Trish said, walking past the two kids and the shock faced grandmother. Before hugging Susan, which the mother returned back.

"Thanks for watching Drake for me, I know he can be a pill." Trish said, earning a stick eye from the young boy, and giggle from the little redhead and mother.

"It's fine, they were just having fun."

"FUN?! Fun?! You call what they did to my car fun?" Miss Vandom asked, Trish merely shrugged.

"So that's what they did, I thought that was a new look. Red looks better then pink. That reminds me," Trish handed Susan the basket of spices. "I thought you could use this to spice up the turkey." Trish said.

"Thank you Trish, that was so swee-"

"Hello?! Did you two forget your little ingrateful brats are still in trouble fo-"

"For what?" Trish said, glaring at the older woman, "For spraying a car. Big whoop, they are kids, they learned their lessons and while Drake will still be punished I doubt Will had anything to do with the can spray, is that right Drake?" Trish asked, for which the young boy nodded his head. "And what are they supposed to be grateful for? Having their ears bleed out from your constant screeching... No, really that's more of a relief for them, they don't have to hear your banshee voice."

"What did you say you bitch?!"

"Oh right, you can't hear anyone over that ridiculous hair style." Trish retorted, making both kids laugh, Susan chuckled, while Miss Vandom fumed.

"Oh, and you're so perfect? How's that husband of yours? Oh right, he's dead, probably couldn't handle your bitchiness." Miss Vandom said, a cocky smirk on her lips. Susan and Will gasp, their hands over their lips and Drake glaring at the woman. Trish however remained silent over the insult, her face covered by her hair, this however scared Susan because she knew the silence only meant death afterwards. But to her amazement, Trish looked back up, a smile on her face, before kneeling down at the kids.

"Drake, Will, could you two be good kids and covered your ears and count to... forty. And turn around and closed your eyes." Trish ordered, both kids nodded before doing what they said. Once the kids were turned around and counting, Trish turned back to the older Vandom. That's when Miss Vandom realized her mistake as she saw the look of pure rage.

"I want you to think about what you said right now you banshee screaming bitch." Trish said, "You want to talk to me about husbands? At least mine stayed with me, unlike your other four husbands. Two left you because you were a bitch, one left you for another, much richer woman and the last one who I am still shocked is with you. I have raised my kid to be the best he can be, and look at yours, A gambling man who is no doubt cheating Susan, the woman who is somehow still with him, with a hooker he found in Las Vegas. My child may be a pranking little monster, but at least he means well, and is the only friend to Will for who she is, not what she is. And who cares about the car, you got about twenty in your garage, besides red looked so much better on it then pink. So I want you to take your pink stupid car and shove it right up your ass!" Trish said, hissing every word. All the while Susan was currently listening to it, enjoying every second.

"It's been forty seconds mom!" Drake said.

"Count for twenty more seconds sweety." Trish said in her normal tone.

"Okay!"

"Now where was I? Oh yeah, and the only reason I'm not kicking your ugly ass is because one: The children are here and I don't want Will at such a young age to witness a murder. And second: Susan just washed this entire house and I don't want her cleaning you off the walls."

"Don't you mean my blood?" The old Vandom asked, only for Trish's glare to intensify.

"I know what I said. Now with that," Trish reached over and unplugged the kids ears. "Who wants to help me and Susan make the turkey?"

"We do!" Both kids cheered as they ran into the kitchen, followed by Trish. Susan smiled, before she turned her attention to the gaping and pale Vandom.

"So... you can leave now." With that Susan walked into the kitchen, to which she found the kids fighting which season was good for the turkey, before helping Trish with the food.

(Present time)

"Mom?" Susan jumped at the sudden sound of her daughter, before she saw Will standing at her door.

"What are you doing?" Will asked, wondering why her mom was just spacing off right in front of her.

"Oh I just wanted to ask if you want Chinese, we can go to the Silver Dragon, where Trish's friend is." Susan asked, Will smiled, she was in the mood for Chinese.

"Sure, just let me set some stuff up."

"Alright, I'll be right downstairs." Susan said, kissing her daughter's forehead, before walking down stairs. She then pulled out the note Trish sent her with the gift basket, and started reading it again.

Dear Susan (Boy do I sound eh girl?)

I hope you got to Heatherfield safely, it is a nice city. I hope you like the apartment as well, got to have the best. It ain't no Penthouse, but I think you'll like it. Sorry for not being there to greet you, I have some old things to take care of and no it isn't killing your mother in law.

Susan smiled at that one, but continued to read.

Drake misses Will and can't wait to see her again. We'll be there soon, from your best friend in the entire universe.

Trish.

Susan smiled, before placing the note on the table and slipping on her coat. Once her daughter got down stairs, they walked outside their apartment and too the place her friend talked about.

(Unknown)

In a dark room, a single light glow in a circle, covering only a chess board. The chess board had its Knights, Kings, pawns, etc, everything to make it work. Then suddenly, a talon reached out into the light, slightly tapping on one of the pawns. The pawn started transforming into a human form, a girl with some sort of costume with wings, before moving it forward.

"Let the games begin,"

And done, this was intent to be really short. It was just the prologue, I hope you guys enjoyed that, now moving on.

This story will be featured around my OC: Drake Sparda, son of Dante Sparda, Nephew to Vergil Sparda, and grandson to the Dark Knight Sparda himself. This will be a WITCH/DMC crossover with elements (Major) from Bayonetta, Darksiders, Dante's Inferno (Possibly), Dark Souls (Possibly), and Bloodborne (Possibly). Drake will face many challenges, both dark and light, just to save the ones he loves. Meet new friends, old enemies, and discover the true power of the devil and just how big the universe really is. I will be doing all Devil May Cry elements... even DMC: Devil May Cry, that rewritten one of the original master piece. Is it bad? Not entirely good, but I do like some of the things.

Harem:

Will Vandom

Irma Lair

Taranee Cook

Cornelia Hale

Hay-Lin

Mary/Lady

Lucia

Elyon

Miranda

Bayonetta/Cereza

Jeanne

OC(You'll see)

Orube

and one more that is a secret.

Drake will also get all the weapons, styles, and abilities throughout the story. How he does, I already know. So hope, you are looking forward to the next chapter!