Two Devils and One God
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters of Final Fantasy. They are the property of Square Enix and Sony. Nor do I own any characters of Devil May Cry, they belong to Capcom. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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W A R N I N G: This is about male/male relationships. I'm letting you know now what the relationships WILL contain. So, if you are AGAINST such pairings, please find something else more to your liking, you have been WARNED.

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Notes: Hello, everyone! I'm back with another attempt with doing a cross-over. Apparently, my muses went on holiday without telling me, so it might be a minute before anything is posted for Family.

Enjoy!

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Summary: The emperor of the Underworld has found his son living with mortals after he had gone missing sixty years ago. The emperor sends his general to retrieve his heir. Unfortunately, the general has a run in with someone he had not expected to see, his ex, who stands in his way of completing his mission.

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Chapter 1: Game players

Rain fell in large droplets to the ground making small flowing streams along the deserted walkways of Midgar. Quicksilver eyes slowly scanned the uninhabited streets, taking in the occasional stray cat scurrying into a darken alley, knocking over a trash can lid. The metal cover rattled, ringing out in the stillness, causing dogs to bark at being disturbed from a late afternoon nap.

The man sighed, shaking his head in irritation. "Damn, animals," he muttered to himself trying to figure out why people insists on buying pets only to toss out on their asses like wayward children. Glancing back at the grey brick building, the advertisement for the establishment was a little faded from the weather but the words 7th Heaven could still be clearly read.

A bar… a good old fashion dark hole to toss back a few shots of liquor, the hash alcohol would be perfect for this type of shitty weather. And if he was lucky, he could get some information as well.

Shaking out the excess water from his lank white hair, the man casually ambled across to the open bar.

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Dust kicked-up around the landing of a high cliff. The air rippled, a black fissure opened as a tall lithe body stepped out from inside the void.

Brown leather knee high boots marched to the end drop-off of the cliff. Pebbles tumbled down as they were unconsciously launched off. The ankle length three-tailed duster fluttered in the chilling wind revealing the well toned body. Form fitting blue trousers hugged long muscled legs. The blue leather tunic zipped down the front with a ribbed design. A silk blue cravat dotted with a sapphire pin completed his attire.

He was strikingly handsome with cropped upright hair defining the natural pull of gravity, but his eyes were distant.

Cold emotionless steel-grey orbs surveyed the surrounding landscape of a town beyond the borders of the desert plains. The small community below was overshadowed by ominous rain clouds that inched along in the dull sky.

His prey was there in that back water city. He would have to tear it apart to find what he was searching for, which he had no problem with, destruction was his specialty. He gripped his katana tighter in his left hand, the double yellow sash danced aimlessly at his side.

The hunt was on.

Jumping off the cliff, the man summoned his battle armor. Another devil was in town.

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The decision to secretly meet was his. Of course, as he thought about it at this moment in time, the owner of the famous long sword thought better of it. His employer suggested that he should try to make some type of peace agreement with the leader of AVALANCHE, Cloud Strife, a former SOLDIER cadet and a friend of his first-in-command.

Zack commented numerous of times of how it was a shame that Cloud wasn't able to pass the rigorous exams to become a SOLDIER. He (Cloud) could have been the next general to rise up through the ranks, but the odds were heavily against the boy.

Cloud was booted out not because he couldn't handle a sword (he had brought his own custom made blade from home), he didn't pass for the simple reason that the instructors and other cadets incessantly picked on the boy because of his small feminine frame and height.

In Zack's opinion, Cloud was beautiful; he in fact never paid any attention to boy.

So, here he was, the general of SOLDIER, waiting for the very same person that flunk out of the military and now was the leader of the famous mercenary group, who's been responsible for hunting down renegade monsters and demons.

The low purr of a two-wheeled vehicle approached from the east. A sleek black motorbike stopped in front of him. Wind blown blond spikes perked right up from laying again a perfectly round head. Goggles hid the driver's eyes, but the general knew he was being studied from behind the oddly shaped tinted plastic.

The guy parked the bike where he stopped and let down the kick-stand, hopping off. He adjusted the empty sword holster on his back, still not speaking to introduce himself.

It was frustrating not to growl. He wasn't use to waiting on people and the president warned him way in advance that AVALANCHE's cooperation was sorely needed, so he had to keep his infamous tempter in check.

He balled his glove fists thinking to himself, this will be the last time I negotiate anything ever again.

A soft alto voice interrupted his pondering, it was music to his ears, "Hello, General… it's been a long time."

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A/N: Well, tell me what you think. Should I continue or chalk it up as a total loss. All comments and suggestions are welcomed.

Nemesis