Chapter 1:

Deep within the "nicer" slums of Los Angeles, there exists a two-story building with its name plastered on the front in bright red neon letters; Devil May Cry. This shop is not like any seen elsewhere in the city. This is a business that deals in the supernatural, the things that go bump in the night. It is the home of a legendary devil hunter and son of a legendary demon hero named Sparda. He is a hunter so feared by demons, so loathed by the lords of Hell, that he very mention of his name will cause lesser beings to tremble in absolute terror. That name is Dante.

Devil May Cry shop:

It was a slow day inside the demon skull decorated walls of the Devil May Cry building. The key word being "was". The owner thought it would be nice to enjoy a rare day of relaxation, but life just has a way of screwing over people's plans. He honestly should've known better. It was around 3:00 PM when the day's only customer arrived. Suddenly, Devil May Cry found itself host to a three person argument (or "business discussion" as the owner liked to put it). The first person was a man that appeared to be in either his late 20's or early 30's. He was wearing a short sleeve long red coat, black pants, and a dark blue undershirt. His most defining feature was his medium-short length white hair that was parted down the middle, revealing his pale blue eyes and 5 o'clock shadow. The man sat at a desk in the middle of the room, leaning back in his chair with his legs resting on his desk. This man was Dante, devil hunter, paranormal investigator, mercenary, owner and founder of Devil May Cry Inc, and pizza fanatic. The second person was a blue-eyed, blonde woman sitting on the edge of Dante's desk. She was dressed in a black leather tube top that was short enough to expose both her cleavage and midriff. Her outfit was completed by a pair of black leather pants and matching wristbands. This was one of Dante's business partner, Trish. The final person in the trio was a young girl who looked like she was in her late teens. She was dressed up in your typical black nun outfit with a white cross embroidered on her chest. Brown hair was leaking out of her bonnet, almost touching the frames of her glasses. This nun was pleading some sort of case to the proprietors, but it was kind of hard to do that when said proprietors were playing darts while she was talking. Dante was the first person to talk after a long, annoyed silence. "So what did you say your name was again?" he asked the teenage nun.

"For the seventh time, my name is Marie," the nun responded in an annoyed tone, "And again, I need your help."

"You've said that seven times in the past five minutes," Dante threw another dart only to have it miss the bull's eye by a fraction of an inch, "And not once in those five minutes did you at all mention what exactly you need help with." Marie looked down at the ground in disappointment. She was under the assumption that neither one of the devil hunters was listening to her. As annoyed as she was, she knew Dante was right. "I'm waiting," the son of Sparda stated impatiently. Marie took a deep breath and began her story for the eighth time.

"Let me start by asking you two a question. Have you ever heard of exorcists?" Dante and Trish nodded. Exorcists are similar to devil hunters in many respects. Both hunt demons, and both are masters of both melee combat and gunplay. However, while devil hunters usually belong to guilds or are self employed, exorcists are employed by the church to kill demons in the name of God. Dante never liked running into exorcists on his jobs. Not only did he have a lifelong distrust of the church (mostly due to the whole "being half demon" thing), but every exorcist he had ever met acted like a self righteous asshole to him. "There was an exorcist that came to my church last month," Marie continued, "But this exorcist was unlike any I've ever seen before."

"How so?" asked Trish after her dart hit the outer ring of the board.

"This man was completely without morals," the sister responded, "He would kill any sinner he found, whether it be the ones who came to the church to confess or those he found roaming the streets. What scared me the most about him was the sadistic joy he found in killing those people. After three weeks, I finally worked up the courage to confront the head nun, Sister Lauren, about him. I told him that he enjoyed murder too much to be a man of God, and she agreed. That night all of the nuns armed ourselves with holy weapons, and tried to face him."

"And you got your collective asses handed to you on a silver platter," Trish retorted.

"In a word, yes. We had greatly underestimated his skill in combat. Before I knew what happened he had killed three of my friends and injured everyone else before running away. The next day, those of us who survived attempted to corner him at the airport, but we were too late. The last thing we saw was him boarding a plane to Japan."

"And what does this have to do with me?" Dante asked after missing the bull's eye again.

"Son of Sparda, your skill is nothing short of legendary. All of us in the church know of how you defeated the demon king Mundus." Marie answered, "You are the only man I know who has the strength to defeat this psychopath. So will you please help me?"

"Let me answer that question with a question," the Son of Sparda snapped back, "Is this guy a demon?"

"No."

"Is he a user of demonic magic?"

"No."

"Has he ever interacted with a demon?"

"I don't think so…"

"Then why are you asking a devil hunter to help you with a problem that doesn't involve demons whatsoever?" The nun turned her head to the head to the ground for the second time. "Besides," Dante continued, "The church and I don't exactly get along. I'm sure they wouldn't want a 'heretic' like me to take care of a problem that they could 'handle using the will of God' anyway. So why don't you just go home and preach the good name of the lord Jesus or something." Marie's fists clenched tighter. The young nun was feeling an infuriating mixture of disappointment, despair, and anger. Disappointment over realizing that the great son of Sparda had the attitude of an angsty teenager and not a heroic knight. Despair over learning that her one hope of exacting justice on the monster who had killed her friends. Anger over the fact that she spent all of that time and effort to track down Devil May Cry only to have all of that work blow up in her face. She didn't want to go home empty handed while the demonic "exorcist" still roamed free. She had to try something, anything to get Dante to listen to her. Anything. After a long silence, the sister spoke again.

"I came here against the head sister's orders. She told me that I should let God cast his judgement on his wicked soul, but God does not work fast enough. This man… this monster needs to be stopped as soon as possible. So I'm begging you…" Marie then got down on her hands and knees and pleaded with all of her strength. Tears spilled out of her eyes and her glasses fell to the floor. "Please," Marie cried, "Help me exact justice against this man. I have no one else to turn to. Please Dante, please…" The teenage sister began to sob uncontrollably. While Dante tried his best to ignore the girl's tears, it was impossible. He thought about the situation he would be throwing himself into. Taking on something that wasn't an outright demon wasn't really his area of expertise. However, his sense of justice didn't want to let him refuse. He also found the idea of laying the smackdown on a pompous exorcist enticing, to say the least. And after all, what kind of self-respecting man disregards a woman's tears. The Son of Sparda got up from his desk and walked over to the groveling nun.

"Ok stop with the waterworks kid." he said to the sister, "After some soul-searching, I have elected to help you out after all" The nun then picked her head up off of the floor with tears of joy flowing down her face. So much for stopping the waterworks.

"Thank you so much Son of Sparda!" Marie yelled, "I don't know how I will ever repay you."

"Half now, half when the job's done." Dante answered while patting her on the shoulder, "Now before I begin my noble quest, I need to know what this guy looks like."

"He is a man in his mid 20s with white hair and red eyes. He also wields a light sword and a cross-shaped pistol."

"And can I get a name with that description?"

"Freed Sellzen." Dante's only response was his trademark confidant smirk. He then kicked the young nun's glasses up into the air, and they landed on their owner's face.

"Trish," the Son of Sparda said to his partner.

"Yes Dante?" she responded.

"I might be gone for a while, so I'll need you to hold down the fort until I get back." Trish nodded, "Also I'm gonna need you to find that nephew of mine, I might need his help with this."

"How come?"

"Call it half-demon's intuition." Trish then nodded once more. She knew the devil hunter well enough to know that his hunches were usually right. Dante then turned to leave, but not until he took another shot at the dart board. Without turning around, he threw the dart he had in his hand at the board's general direction. Bull's eye.

Somewhere in Japan:

"Why does this town have to have so many hills?" thought a very annoyed young man out loud. This young man was of high school age. He had brown hair paired with hazel eyes. He wore a Japanese schoolboy outfit: black jacket, red shirt, black pants. This boy was Issei Hyoudou, a rather perverted teenage boy who also happens to be a demon. While his origin is quite a long story, let's just keep it short by saying that he went on a date with this girl who happened to be a fallen angel. The fallen angel then killed him and he was revived as a demon by a noble demon named Rias Gremory. As it turns out, this Rias Gremory was also the president of his school's Occult Research Club, and all of the other members of the club were demons that served her. Right now Issei was riding back to the clubroom from the local pizzeria with three pizzas and an order of garlic knots. "I don't understand why we couldn't just wait for a delivery guy," the pervy teen asked himself. Rias was very particular with her orders. She wanted her newly acquired servant to get lunch for everyone, but for whatever reason she explicitly stated that no delivery guy was allowed within a hundred meters of the clubroom. Issei continued his annoyed ride while trying his hardest to not drop the pizzas. That was until a gust of wind blew some random bystander's skirt up. The boy couldn't help but stare at the woman's panties. It was because of the allure of women's underwear that Issei didn't see the stairs he drove his bike down. The boy then began tumbling uncontrollably down the staircase as the pizzas and garlic knots flew up into the air. Suddenly Issei stopped moving. He was honestly expecting to be face-first in some random girl's breasts, but instead when he opened his eyes he saw a man holding off the ground by the back of his jacket. Issei could tell that this man was a foreigner, a foreigner with white hair, wearing a long red coat. The man then looked up and with his free hand caught two of the pizza boxes. Then he balanced the last box and the garlic knots on his left foot.

"Good news kid," the man told Issei, "I saved the pizzas." After dropping the perverted devil, the man kicked the pizza and garlic knots he was balancing on his foot up into the air and they landed on the boxes he was holding in his hand. "For you my good man." the foreigner handed Issei the food.

"Thanks," Issei stated, "You really saved my bacon."

"No problem. Just give me a slice and we'll call it even."

"I should've known there would be a catch." Issei reluctantly reached into the box and gave his savior a slice of pepperoni pizza. The man excitedly took a bite as Issei turned to pick up his bike. As he turned to leave the man called the teen back.

"Hey kid," He said as he walked over to Issei, "Can you direct me to the church?"

"Uh sure," Issei answered, "It's over on that hill." He pointed behind the man at a building up on a hill in the distance. It was a typical church building with it's bell tower poking out above the trees.

"Thanks kid," The mysterious man responded. "Oh before I forget," The man then reached into his pocket and pulled out what appeared to be a business card. "I'm gonna be in town for a while, and if something ever goes bump in the night, give me a call." The man then tossed his card at Issei and walked away. The teen devil looked down at the card. While his English wasn't great, he could at least make out the gist of what the card said. On the card were the words "Devil May Cry" written in red neon. Under the logo was the name and phone number of someone named Dante. However it was what was written underneath the number that caught Issei's attention. It appeared to list this Dante's occupation as "Devil Hunter".

Kuoh Academy - Occult Research Club building:

"You were right Issei, this card does say that he's a devil hunter." the noble devil, Rias Gremory said to her servant. The two of them were standing in the middle of the meeting room of the Occult Research Club's building. Issei was standing in front of two couches with an elongated coffee table between them. His master was sitting at a desk in front of him. Rias Gremory was a young woman with long red hair and blue eyes. However her most defining feature was her ample chest. She was dressed in her school's girl's uniform which consisted of a white long-sleeve shirt, a magenta skirt, and a black corset like thing on the outside of everything. There was a palpable tension in the air. After Issei had received that foreigner's business card, he rushed back to the clubroom to ask Rias if he had anything to worry about. While this bystander wasn't exactly scary, he was strong enough to hold him up without breaking a sweat, and skilled enough to catch three pizzas with one hand and a foot. Someone with that kind of coordination is not someone Issei wanted to mess with.

"Rias, do we have to worry about this guy?" Issei worriedly asked the buxom redhead. He could felt cold sweat all over his body.

"I don't think so Issei," Rias responded while maintaining her composure, "It's highly unlikely that this devil hunter will be bothering us."

"What makes you say that prez?" Issei responded.

"Devil hunters are humans who are either brave enough, or foolish enough, to fight devils. However, devils like us are in little to no danger of being hunted. That's because devil hunters are only hired to take care of devils that harm the general public. Even then, most devil hunters will only recognize the more bestial devils. To them we'll just look like normal high school students."

"Oh thank God," Issei's body finally began to relax.

"So Issei," Rias suddenly asked, "How are you feeling about the talk we had yesterday?"

"I still don't think you're being fair," the pervy teen answered to her breasts, "I don't understand why I can't be friends with her."

"Issei I've told you, she's with the church, a devil can't be around her. I'm not trying to be unreasonable, I'm just trying to keep you safe." Issei lowered his head. The previous day he had met a blonde girl named Asia Argento. She was cute and kind, but she was also a member of the church. Demons and church folk don't exactly mix. Issei wanted to continue the argument, but he was interrupted. At that moment, a girl around Rias's age barged into the room. She was Rias' best friend, Akeno Himejima. She was a girl with black hair tied into a ponytail, violet eyes, and a chest bigger than Rias'.

"Hey Rias," Akeno stated, "We just received a message from the archduke."

"Is it something serious?" the crimson haired teen asked.

"A stray devil has been causing trouble nearby." Akeno answered.

"We'll have to continue this conversation later Issei," Rias said while getting up from her desk, "Right now, we have to take out a stray."

Abandoned house at the edge of town:

"Damn is this place creepy," Issei thought out loud. Twenty minutes after Akeno barged in on his talk with Rias, he found himself standing in the foyer of a rundown old house at the edge of town. With him was Rias, Akeno, as well as two of Rias' other servants. One of them was a petite girl with short white hair and hazel eyes named Koneko Toujou. The other was a young man around Issei's age named Yuuto Kiba. He had short blonde hair and grey eyes. The reason they were at that haunted house in the middle of the night was because they were tasked with hunting down a stray devil. Kiba had explained to Issei that stray devils were devil servants who betrayed and killed their masters. This particular stray hid itself in the abandoned house they were in. Apparently this stray was also luring people to the house and eating them. The fact that the stray chose to hide in literally the creepiest place in town offered Issei no solace. Every little noise caused a chill to run down his spine, but all of those noises were just the building settling. That is, every noise except one. About five minutes after the group entered the building, Issei heard what sounded like a gun clocking. After he deduced that nobody in his group carried a gun, he informed Rias about what he heard.

"We know you're here," she shouted, "Show yourself!" A tense silence followed as everyone entered a fighting stance. What finally broke the silence was a single gunshot that made everyone jump. Issei for one, almost wet himself.

"Did I scare ya?" said a white haired man dressed in a red coat as he poked his head out from behind a column. Everyone turned their attention to him with murderous intent. "Relax, don't shoot," the man said while holding up his hands, "Oh wait none of you have guns, never mind." The man then pulled out two handguns, a black one in his left hand and a white one in his right. "I have to say, this is quite the place you kids have here. I think it just needs a sign out front that says 'definitely not haunted'. I think that'll just bring the whole place together."

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Rias demanded.

"Relax, I'm not here to spy on your slumber party," the foreign-looking man said, "I'm just here to take care of something that's hiding out in this house that's causing some strange disappearances. I'm a devil hunter you see, and the name's Dante."

"Wait, Dante," Issei blerted out, "You're the guy with the business card."

"You're the kid with the pizza," Dante said, pointing his white gun at Issei.

"Hey watch where you're pointing that thing!" Issei screamed. Dante apologized and put his guns away.

"So that explains why I'm here," Dante started as he turned to Rias, "Now your turn, what's a bunch of teenagers doing in a dangerous place like this? Let me guess, someone dared you kids to spend the night here because one of you was bragging about how this place wasn't haunted, am I right?" The devil hunter gave a quick chuckle. Everyone except Koneko shot him an angry glare.

"It's here," the petite devil said.

"What did she say?" Dante asked. Suddenly loud footprints were heard from behind the devil hunter.

"Now what could that foul, fecal smell be?" asked a seductive voice from the shadows, "And something smells delicious as well. I wonder if it tastes sweet, or bitter." The speaker then emerged from the darkness. It appeared to be a woman with black long black hair. The strangest thing about her was that she appeared to be floating 10 feet above the ground. Scratch that, the strangest thing about her was that she appeared to be completely naked.

"I see big boobies!" Issei yelled in delight.

"Good lord woman put on a shirt," Dante shouted, "Don't you know that indecent exposure is a felony"

"Viser you wretch," Rias stated, "You have betrayed your master to fulfill the lust and desires that now consume you. Your sins are worthy of a thousand hells. In the name of the great marquis of Gremory, begone or meet your death!"

"Oh just give it a rest you little slut," the stray devil, Viser snapped back, "You always have had it in for me. You're just jealous that your breasts will never be as luscious as these." The stray then began to fondle her own breasts in front of everyone, much to Issei's joy and Dante's confusion.

"This is your final warning, go back to your master now!" Rias demanded. It was then that the devil hunter, sick and tired of all this waiting, decided to make his move.

"You know, as much as I want to let this catfight continue, I'm afraid I've got a job to do," Dante said while Issei pondered whether it was wrong to kill something with that kind of rack, Dante extended his right hand out in front of him. For an instant his limb was consumed by an firy red light. When the light faded, the devil hunter found himself wielding a large, double-edged bastard sword with a thick hide covering the flat and hilt. Its guard was made of four talons and a bright red jewl acted as the pommel. This was the devil sword Dante, a powerful demonic blade that shares its name with its wielder. Before the devil hunter could test its cutting edge, the stray devil fully emerged from her shadowy hiding place. As it turns out it was only her top half that looked human. The rest of her was like a giant demonic centaur with humanoid front legs (arms, whatever) and a snake for a tail. Dante's gaze was brought to Visor's breasts, but not for the reason you think. A magic circle was spinning around each nipple. Rias then gave her group the signal to scatter as some sort of acid then squirted from the stray devil's breasts. The acid nearly missed Dante's head and instead hit a wall, causing it to melt. "Attacking with boob acid," Dante said in a sarcastic tone, "Real classy."

"Alright we'll do this the hard way then," Rias said after getting up, "Kiba!" The blonde servant devil then readied himself for an attack, only to be stopped by Dante.

"You kids stand back, it's too dangerous," the devil hunter said. He then charged at Viser with his sword, only to have the stray to knock him back. Dante then got up and reached for his weapon, only to find his trusty sword in the front hand (foot, whatever) of the stray devil.

"This is a nice sword you have here, human," Viser seductively said after licking the blade, "I wonder how it would look sheathed in you chest!" The stray then hurled the sword into its owner's sternum, impaling him through the chest. Everyone gasped in horror at what they saw. Issei was not prepared to see a man get impaled that day.

"Oh my god," Issei said, "Is he alright?"

"Yes Issei, I happen to know that impalement has a very low mortality rate," Koneko said in her usual emotionless tone.

"Was that sarcasm?" Issei questioned.

"What did you think it was, you perv?" Koneko snapped back.

"Both of you stop this foolishness!" Rias interrupted, "Kiba now!" It was then that Kiba made his move. He readied himself for an attack, but then vanished.

"Woah, he vanished!" Issei exclaimed.

"No he's just moving fast," Rias responded. Suddenly Kiba reappeared and sliced off both of Viser's front legs (arms, whatever) with his sword. Viser then charged at Rias. Koneko than put herself between the stray and her master. The stray then opened a mouth on the underside end of her body and then swallowed the petite devil whole. Issei gasped in horror before Koneko pried the stray's gaping maw open. With one turning uppercut she punched out all of Viser's teeth and knocked her through a column. Issei made a note to himself not to piss her off. Rias then called out to Akeno to begin her attack.

"Oh is it my turn?" the busty devil asked playfully, "How exciting, I so love this game." Akeno then walked over to where Viser had landed while uttering a playful chuckle. Out of the corner of his eye, Issei saw one of Viser's severed arms (legs, oh screw it) leap up from the ground and charge at Rias.

"Rias look out!" the pervy devil shouted, "Sacred Gear!" With the utterance of those words, Issei's left hand started to glow with red light. When it subsided, a small fingerless gauntlet with a green orb on the back appeared on his hand. This was Issei's sacred gear, a weapon that gives people powerful abilities. He then punched the arm with all his might and knocked it away from his master. After thanking Issei, Rias stood up and gave Akeno the cue to finish off the stray devil.

"I've got news for you, you're not the only one who likes to play rough here," Akeno said while lifting her hands above her head, "So let's you and I have some fun." A red magic circle materialized around her hands. Lightning soon filled her hands and when she brought them down, a powerful lightning strike landed on Viser. As the stray began to howl in pain, Akeno started to blush. "This violence," She said bringing her finger to her lips, "It's making me so hot." Issei shot Rias a confused look.

"Did I forget to mention that she's really into S&M?" the busty redhead responded, "Akeno I think she's had enough."

"Oh over already?" Akeno disappointedly asked, "I was just starting to enjoy myself." After the lightning subsided, Rias walked over to her defeated foe. While she expected that the stray wasn't strong enough to get up, she was proven wrong in the most spectacular way possible. The stray began to glow with a ghastly blue aura. Her skin then began to shift into purple scales, and her eyes glowed a blinding red. The second severed arm then sprang to life and leapt at Rias. The noble devil turned around just in time to see the arm get bisected mere inches away from her face. As the arm split apart it revealed a man with white hair, in a red coat, and wielding a large sword with a guard made of talons.

"Dante!" exclaimed the entire Occult Research Club. Nobody could believe what they were seeing. Didn't this man just get impaled with his own weapon? That's something a person normally doesn't walk away from.

"How are you still alive, human!" Viser shouted with a demonic undertone to her voice.

"Well you see, you made the same mistake that every single demon I've ever fought has made," Dante responded while sheathing his sword on his back, "That mistake was assuming that I'm human." Dante then reached into his coat and pulled out a blue V-shaped guitar. The odd thing about this guitar was that instead of strings, it had streams of pure electricity running up its neck. Dante then gave his signature smirk before shouting out one of his favorite catchphrases, "Let's rock, baby!" The devil hunter began to put his musical talent to the test by playing a heavy metal power song. Every single strum on one of the electric strings caused a bolt of lightning to strike the stray devil. He sang, " The flinch in your eye calls your bluff. Feel free to die when you've had enough. Useless cause is breaking your back. Your life will end when you attack. Make your move. Make your stand. Make the win. (ha..) Like you can. See the war. See me rule. See the mirror. You'll see a fool! " On the final line of his song, Dante transformed his guitar into a sythe, did a rockstar power slide underneath the stray, and cut off her two remaining legs off. The devil hunter then proceeded to throw his sword in the air and used his guns, Ebony and Ivory, to shoot the tip of the blade. The demonic blade was then propelled towards the stray's head, spinning like a sawblade. It bisected her skull, spilling blood and brain chunks everywhere. The stray's body then fell like a mighty oak. Dante then went to retrieve his sword with every member of Rias' group staring at him in utter disbelief. If their jaws were any lower, they would be on the other side of the planet. Dante then walked over to the redhead and waved his hand in front of her face. He also tried to bring her back to her senses by snapping his fingers in front of her face. He then decided to fire a shot from Ebony, and that's what shocked everyone back to reality. "So on a scale of one to ten, how blown are your minds right now?" the white-haired devil hunter asked the group. The only answer came from a very starstruck Issei.

"What in the holy mother of hell just happened?" he shouted to the rest of his group.

"Oh I just killed that topless centaur demon," Dante answered, "It literally just happened, I'm surprised you missed it." Rias's group shot the devil hunter an annoyed look. He responded by laughing. Rias then stepped forward with a red glowing black ball of energy in her right hand.

"I am giving you one chance to explain yourself, devil hunter," Rias stated in a commanding tone, "Tell me who you really are and why you are here meddling in our affairs, now!"

"Kid let me level with ya," Dante responded, staring the noble devil straight in the eye, "You just saw me both survive a sword in the chest and effortlessly take down that topless centaur demon. Do you really want to try your luck with me?" The two then stared each other down for an intense few seconds. Issei already knew that his matter was upset about this stranger appearing from out of nowhere and showing up her entire group, but he could also feel a silent fury behind the devil hunter's cocky smile. The young devil began to feel sweat in places he never knew could sweat.

"Fine, you win," Rias finally said before dismissing her magic attack, "But I still want some answers from you."

"What a coincidence," Dante responded, "I'd like some answers from you as well. But can we take this somewhere else, it reeks of death in here."

"Alright, follow me then," Rias told the devil hunter. The group then made their way to the exit, until Rias remembered what she forgot to do. The redheaded devil walked over to the stray's corpse and summoned her glowing ball of energy again. The ball then flew over to the dead stray, which then exploded into a blinding flash of black and red. There was absolutely nothing left when the smoke cleared.

"Remind me not to get on your bad side," Dante said after an impressed whistle.

"Noted," the buxom redhead answered, "Now come devil hunter, we have much to discuss."

Devil May Cry shop:

"Devil May Cry, Trish speaking," said a blonde woman into a phone. It's been about a day since Dante's plane to the land of the rising sun had left the airport, and Trish was following her orders to hold down the fort to the letter. Unfortunately, this also meant that she had to answer phone calls from idiots who didn't know what the shop's abbreviation stood for. "Sir for the last time, this is not a phone sex hotline!" Trish stated in an annoyed tone, "Oh by the way the 'D' in 'DMC' stands for 'Devil'!" The blonde demon woman hung up in disgust, "I toled Dante that putting a sexy lady in the place's logo was a bad idea." She decided to relax with a random magazine she grabbed off of Dante's desk. She only got halfway through the first page before the doorbell rang. Trish called for her new guests to come in. The double doors opened revealing two people. One was a young man in his late teens wearing a long navy blue coat with a red undershirt. This young man also had short white hair gelled into a faux-hawk like style. His companion was a young woman who appeared to be around his age. She had red hair tied up into a ponytail and wore a white sundress.

"May we come in?" the young man asked.

"Nero, I'm glad you could make it," Trish said to him, "What's with the girl?"

"Kyrie was worried about what you wanted me for," Nero answered while gesturing to his girlfriend. As Trish just stated, this young man was Nero, child of Dante's brother Virgil, and his other buisness partner. Dante first ran into his nephew about two months ago during a mission in Fortuna City. To make a long story short, Nero was part of an order of devil hunters known as the Order of the Sword, who belonged to a church that worshipped Dante's father, Sparda. The leader of that church kidnapped Nero's girlfriend Kyrie to power a giant statue demon and Nero and Dante put a stop to it. The two ran into eachother again in Red Grave city, where his father was causing havoc with a demonic tree. By the end of this mission, Nero had learned of his true parentage and his uncle and father became trapped Hell. Eventually they found their way back to the human world, and while Virgil just sort of wandered off, Dante decied to take Nero under his wing.

"So why did Nero have to come here?" Kyrie asked Dante's sidekick.

"You kids might want to sit down." The couple followed the blonde woman's advice. "Alright, so Nero, Dante would like your help with his latest assignment. He ended up getting roped into an exorcist hunt and he believes that you can be of assistance."

"Excorcist hunt?" Nero questioned, "Isn't that a little bit out of our juristiction?"

"Tecnically yes, but the client is paying good money for this job, and I can't go one more day without showering!" Trish exclaimed.

"Still though I don't think we should be doing this kind of wet work. We're devil hunters, not assassins."

"Oh okay, I see how it is. I just though that you would want to repay your uncle for all that he's done for you since Red Grave. But if you want to ignore the man who was there for you when your asshole father walked out on you for the second time, I completely understand." Nero knew what she was trying to do, and he hated the fact that it was working.

"Fine I'll do it," a defeated Nero admitted.

"Excellent," the blonde devil woman said, "Here, you'll need this." Trish then handed the silver haired youth a piece of paper. The aforementioned youth was surprised to see that it was a plane ticket.

"The hell do I need this for?" he asked.

"Oh did I forget to mention that Dante's in Japan?" Trish said coyly. Nero on the other hand was not amused.

"Japan? Are you freaking kidding me?" Nero shouted.

"Before you start going on a murderous rampage," Trish interrupted, "Just remember, you already promised you'd do it. And…" Trish then pulled out a black pistol and pointed square in between the boy's eyes, "I am not letting you back out." Trish half expected the young devil hunter to threaten her with his own pistol, but she was surprised to see him reluctantly cave into her demands after a minute.

"Before I leave, I have one question to ask you," Nero asked while getting up.

"What is it?" Trish responded.

"What's going to happen to Kyrie while I'm gone?"

"Don't worry, if it's alright with her she can stay here while you and the boss take care of business."

"Well are you ok with that Kyrie?" The young devil hunter's girlfriend nodded. "Alright then, I guess I'm off to Japan. I'll see you when I get back Kyrie, be safe." After walking out the door to Devil May Cry, Nero couldn't help but gaze down at his plane ticket, and wonder why exactly Dante would need his help. His bout with Dante during the Order of the Sword incident flashed in his mind. If that fight had proven anything, it proved that Dante was a nigh unstoppable force of nature. Why would someone that tough need his help? Nero decided that standing there trying to navigate his way through Dante's labyrinthian train of thought would just be a waste of his time and brainpower. So he strode off into the unknown, determined to get his answers straight from the horse's mouth.

Author's Note:

I'd just like to put it out there, this isn't the original version of this chapter, or the next two following chapters. After I completed Devil May Cry 5, I decieded to rewrite the story so it takes place after the events of that game. That being said this is still the first fanfiction I ever posted on this site, so keep the critisizm constructive if you please. One last thing, a problem I ran into with these rewrites is how exactly to refer to Dante's new sword. In game it is known as Devil Sword Dante, so whenever I have to name the blade I feel that readers will think I'm refering to its wielder. If anyone has any suggestions as to how to alleviate these problems, please share them. And now may the reviews flow forth.