Hi everyone! Just a note to all of you wonderful DMC fans...VergilSparda here...this story was actually written by my best friend Wyatt. I just edited it a little...winks

We are working on this lovely little story together and we will update it as quickly as we can!

So, with no further delay...here is our first co-authored story! (and certainly not the last) Hugs Wyatt :()

Oh yeah...we don't own DMC or any of it's characters, though if we did we would make the DMC movie kick ass!

It was a frosty winters night in the heart of New York City. A heavy snow warning had been issued for the entire metro area, but one man was still fighting through it, as if he was a messenger of death itself.

Dante stood motionless in the deep snow, his boots and shins invisible beneath a thick blanket of white. He didn't move a muscle, the only sign of life being the heated breath escaping from his lips.

He drew his eyes ahead to a still form laying in a snowbank. A large demon with enormous wings spread out to each side, laid slain, under a street light.

Large flakes began to fall upon the body, slowly burying it, like the dirt over a freshly dug grave.

Dante slowly shook tiny ice crystals from his coat and hair, watching them drift to the ground, when he realized that some of them were not white, but actually a dark chalky color.

"What?" Dante raised his hands, yelling up into the dark void of the night. "Did hell actually freeze over and I wasn't invited to the party?"

He put his arms back at his side, noticing that the sky was glowing an erie shade of red and orange, reminding him the sunset he had seen the night before.

It was then that Dante realized that the flakes falling on him were not just snow, but ash from the devestation he had caused to the buildings surrounding him.

Slow as a turtle, and his body becoming littered with ash, he trudged his way back over to where the demon lay.

"How ya doin' there big, dumb, and ugly?" Dante gave the beast a hard kick to the ribs.

It just laid there, its one good eye still glowing a dark red, staring at the demon hunter. Large pools of crimson began to stain the snow surrounding it.

Dante could hear it, gurgling on blood, all the while trying to breathe in the soot and ash that continued to clog its nostirls.

Placing one leg upon the dying entity's chest, Dante raised his sword high over his head and swung it around until it pointed downward, at the beast's neck.

He stood there for a while, smirking over the dying demon, waiting for it to beg for it's life.

"Any last words ugly?" The creature remained motionless, staring back at its executioner.

"Guess not..." Dante took his sword and drove it deep into the beast's brain, giving it a final satisfying twist, before pulling it back out.

As the sword was retracted from the demon, the blade drew out it's eyeball, sending it rolling into the snow., still with a dull glow to it.

Dante walked slowly over to where it had come to rest. Cocking his head to oneside, he gave it a small kick. He moved to it yet again, and flipped it up onto the top of his boot. He then proceeded to play with it like a foot bag before kicking it hard, splattering it into the side of a burt out car.

Turning to walk away, Dante felt his body weaken severely. He knew it couldn't of been from the various wounds covering his body, most of which could of killed a normal man. This pain was different somehow... He could feel a deep, heavy pain straining his heat, his emotional state deteriorating.

He fell onto his knees, sending snow flakes drifting into the air, his sword sinking, and disappearing into it.

Dante raised his hands to the side of his head, sitting in the silence, rocking back and forth slowly. His long, white, blood soaked hair stuck to his face, mixing with sweat and tears.

As he was holding his head down, Dante's ears perked up, sweraing he heard someone walking in the snow. Raising his head, he saw nothing.

Just as he was about to turn around, a shadow engulfed his figure, and a punch to the side of his face sent him flying sideways into an ash covered pile of snow.

A large boar stood over him, holding a club, and laughing, before dragging Dante's unconcious form with him into the darkened night.

OK, so there you have it...the first little preview chapter...if you liked it PLEASE take 30 seconds out of your busy life to review it for us!