AN: The characters and settings of Devil May Cry are (C) Capcom.
Lor Valentine and every other character that hasn't been created by Capcom is (C) to me.
Please guys R/R So I can improve for your reading pleasure.

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When I was a little girl, my father would always tell me that one day he would be able to give me everything the world has to offer.

He would tell me stories of the past, present and future… saying that the world that we live in never used to be the way it is now.

This world used to be filled with monsters, he said, like him.

Every single time he told me this he would bare his pearly white teeth and shine his crimson eyes. He told me that he is a monster that was never sealed away.

He told me that I reminded him of my mother, so innocent and humanely pure.

She was human

He was monster

They had me. I am the in between of human and monster.

But father loved me all the same.

One day, when I was the simple age of thirteen I asked him what he meant by sealed away… and he told me a story that brought me more wonder than ever before. He sat me down on the living room couch and placed a hand on my shoulder.

"My dear Lor. This story is nothing but true, this story happened a long time ago, long before you or your mother were born. The man who was a Legend.

Long ago a demon knight, the Dark Knight Sparda turned against his own kind for the sake of the human race. With his mighty sword, he shut the portal to the demonic realm which in contrast sealed all evil entities away from the human world. And because Sparda was a demon himself, his powers were also sealed away. He then fell in love with a human woman and bore twin sons, who are probably your age now. He is now not of this world any longer though. But to us, he will always be known as a legend."

As a thirteen year old wanting and needing to gain knowledge, the only thing I wonder is how did father exist the way he did when Sir Sparda sealed away the demonic realm? I never had the chance to ask him that…

And… at the tender age of twenty I thought that I'd never meet a son of Sparda.

I was dead wrong.

"Father… where are we going?" He stops walking along the street, looking into a nearby alley, a tight grip on my pale wrist.

"That way my dear Lor." I look into the same alleyway, it was dark… very dark, like it was hiding something. Worry was clearly plastered on my face as my father turns to look at me, "No need to worry dear, I'm just teaching you a new lesson today." He smiles warmly at me, the smile I always trusted, but tonight… this feeling I have, the feeling of concern and confusion. There's something different about father.

I looked back into the alleyway, hearing screeching and the growls of homeless, hungry cats. I feel a tug from my wrist and instinctively walk with my father into the alley.

As we entered, a cold chill went down my spine, I swear that the temperature just dropped about ten degrees, but father just kept on dragging me further down the alleyway, I knew that I shouldn't have worn a skirt, I knew I should've worn a coat… but no I just had to wear a tank top. Just as we got to our destination it started to rain, I looked up at the sky to see a red tinge in the moon tonight, making my once green eyes turn into a crimson red.

"A small family lives in here Lor. And I will force them to teach you something that will allow you to live for longer than ever before! I promised you everything, and this is the beginning of it!"

I will summarise the life of a full breed vampire in one simple word… blood. And that's what my father was going to teach me. How to drink… blood…

My eyes widen, through all the twenty years of my life I have never seen my father do such a thing? Why now?

"Are you wondering my sweet child? Wondering why you have never seen this before?" I gulp before he continues, staring at the door and tightening his grip on my wrist even more, "Because you are too innocent my child, I always crept out of the house while you slumber to feed. I never spoke of this so not to scare you, but this time that you must learn." Before I could object he kicks the door of the apartment down, throwing me inside and instantly jumping up the staircase. I look up, seeing him jump all they way up to the fourth storey, I know if I don't follow he will hurt me, so I just follow, in hopes that he is just joking around.

He wasn't...

I heard the shrill screams of a young girl as I got to their broken down front door, and the laughter of my father. I cringed, running into the apartment where I saw father with the girl pinned to the floor, his hands around her neck choking the life out of her. Out of the corner of my eye I saw an elderly woman slam down a phone and grab a baseball bat, running towards father, I scream.

"FATHER LOOK OUT!"

He just picked up the girl and tossed her to me, then he punched the woman square in the jaw, knocking her unconscious. I just held onto the girl tightly, in shock more than anything as my father sunk his pearly white teeth into her neck. I heard the girl scream in my grasp 'MOTHER' and I let go, falling to my knees as I watched her run over to my father, constantly bashing her fists against his back, begging him to stop hurting her mother.

At that moment I felt alone. Felt more alone than I did when father told me my mother doesn't exist anymore, that it was just us two now living innocently in this world. I couldn't bear to watch, but I just stared, my crimson eyes wide in fear.

Something appeared beside me, a giant boot almost completely covered by a red trench coat, but all I could do was watch my father drain the blood of an innocent human. I felt a hand touch my blonde head and many shades of red flood my vision, followed with a sword… the person spoke, smoothly and slyly,

"Excuse me, but I don't think that woman appreciates you taking her blood."

The next thing I heard was a shrill scream, a scream of fear that was so demanding I had no choice to obey,

"RUN!"

And that's all I could do. I stood and jumped down the stairway, running into the alleyway that was drenched with rain. I didn't even get far without tripping over my own feet, crying… in fear and in pure despair…

He picked up the woman of whom he just sucked the blood out of which made the young girl immediately cease hitting him. His crimson orbs met with a pair of bright blue ones, in a face that bore frosty white hair and features anyone would consider handsome. The man smirked at him, drawing his gun.

"I thought I would never meet one of the Sons of Sparda, especially in this situation." The vampire said, trying to be brave, but all he could do was stare at the gun. He grimaced when all the frosty haired man did was laugh and cock the gun.

As the man shot the vampire grabbed and threw both humans, their bodies being hit constantly with bullets. As they hit the floor the vampire laughed furiously,

"SOME SON OF SPARDA! CAN'T EVEN PROTECT HOPELESS HUMANS!"

The Son of Sparda giggles, or was it a snort? In a mere second his prey was pinned to the floor by the Son of Sparda's boot, the vampire's crimson eyes wide in fear, his arms raised as to say 'stop'. The Son of Sparda raised an eyebrow as if commanding the vampire to speak,

"P-please kill me… but not my daughter! She is too innocent to die! She hasn't done anything wrong, she is a good girl!"

After another gunshot the Son of Sparda left before he could see the man turn to dust, all he heard was a girl's scream and then silence

When I heard the gunshot I screamed, scrambling to get up, instantly trying to find somewhere to hide. All I saw was a garbage can so I ran to it hiding beside it, up against the wall, my arms wrapped around my knees. I couldn't control my emotions; all I could do was sit there and cry, in the rain. I was scared and I knew it.

Through the heavy rain I heard footsteps, I could stop sobbing, or crying. And if that person found me I knew he wouldn't be able to tell that I was crying, since the rain was soaking everything it touched.

The footsteps were getting closer but suddenly ceased, so I looked up only to be met by the barrel of a gun. I started to follow where the gun came from, the gloved hand, no finger on the trigger, a red sleeve looking sort of tattered, a muscular chest, bare and looking perfectly chiselled, the pale face, bright blue eyes, frosty white hair and a devilish grin that showed that my father was no more. My eyes widen,

"P-please don't kill me! I didn't do anything!" I cried, begging for my life. The man just laughed,

"So I was told babe. What's your name?"

I was confused… wasn't he supposed to kill me?

"I… uh- I'm Lor." I paused, "Lor Valentine." I managed to stutter out my name, he just smiled and lowered his weapon, and then placed a wet hand atop of my head,

"I'm Dante, Dante Sparda."

That is how I met one of the Sons of Sparda.