Okay, first things first. I do not own any characters from the Devil May Cry games, anime series, nor the manga. If I did, well...I really do not know. But anyways. Who I do have property rights over are Shawna and any OC characters that appear only in this story.

With that out of the way, I do hope you guys enjoy this story. XD

Have you ever heard of the legend of Sparda? Quite the tale, isn't it? The Dark Knight that turned against his own demon brethren for the sake of mankind. The single demon who got all the credit for the protection of the human race. That what you were told as a child, right? Well, the tale was not all that had happened. Sparda was not the only one who turned against the Demon Emperor. There were others. None of real importance, but one in particular stood out among the few followers of the Dark Knight. One whose powers rivaled even the great demon himself. You want to know who? Well, that tale is for another time to tell.

A lone woman stood amongst the shadows, awaiting her prey. The seconds went by. Minutes. Still, nothing. Dark eyes closed away from sight. The lady sighed and reached into her pocket, pulling out a small box and lighter. The flicker of a small flame erupted the darkness of the night, illuminating her face just briefly. Her pale, yet entrancing skin glowed in the ghostly moonlight. Dark tresses framed her face and cascaded down passed her broad shoulders, ending mid-back.

She drew in a deep breath, savoring the intoxicating taste of the cigarette. One would think that it was unhealthy for a woman to smoke, but it didn't phase her. It never did. Smoking, for her, was like reminiscing in the past. To remind her of the family she once had. To deal with the problems of the present. Many have told her that it was unhealthy, but the toxins never did bother her. No one knew of who she really was, her past a mystery to even her few human friends. Only two people knew of her background and she intended on keeping it that way.

"Looks like it's going to be a long night, my friend," a slight British accent echoed from the depths of her throat.

Dark eyes opened to survey their surroundings. They were a strange shade of blue. During the day, they were deep sapphire, holding a tinge of black. But when the sun went down, they were as bright as the moon itself, glowing like as if there was a faint light behind the glassy surface of the ocean. Her hair was dark mahogany with streaks of ashen-brown and auburn. Her naturally-slim body was well-built from over the years of work. Her attire was none too extravagant: a simple, leather corset matched with satin slacks that hugged her curved hips, exposing the toned flesh underneath.

A low growl, unheard by human ears, echoed off the walls of a nearby alley way. The woman's eyes drifted over in that direction and made contact with a pair of blood-red irises. Another growl resounded to her left. Glancing briefly without taking her eyes off of the first target, the lady was able to make out the distorted shape of what appeared to many as a monster. Demon. Long arms rippled with rock-hard muscles, ending in clawed hands that could rip the unfortunate apart within seconds. Its hind legs were slightly shorter but just as well-built. A single, thick tail trailed behind the form, swinging from side-to-side. The creatures jaws were short, but not too short. Long, sharp teeth dotted the insides and gleamed with sight of fresh blood. That was evidence of their most recent victim.

The woman closed her eyes, regretful that she was not fast enough to catch the monsters before they took the life of another human. It disgusted her. A snarl stopped any more thoughts from going through her head, bringing her attention to the matter at hand.

"So, you boys finally decided to show your ugly faces," she was met with more snarls. "Hmph. Then, what do you say if we danced a little before the real party begins."

As if agreeing with her, the demons lunged at the lone form. The intention of claiming another meal stuck in their lowly minds. A chuckle erupted from the woman's mouth. A mere side-step took care of the demon to her right, causing it to abruptly crash into its partner. She took another drag from her cigarette and gazed down at the pile of meat currently fighting with each other. The drops of blood caught her eyes briefly, along with the sound of ripping flesh.

"Dear Lord, you boys are a mess. Fighting with each other like this," she shook her head.

The demons' attention was caught instantly and they forgot about their little spat. Once again they lunged at the woman, clearly not wanting to miss any chance they had. Unfortunately, for one of them, its beady eyes were met with the barrel of a handgun. A flash of silver showed the intricate designs that laced around the barrel. The shot of the single bullet pierced the sky, ending the demon's life in less than a second. The second demon glanced over at the body of its comrade, watching as the flesh slowly turned to ash and was swept away in the wind. Anger and hatred filled the beast's roar as it blindly jumped at the woman, claws and teeth bared. The woman smirked and reached over her shoulder. The demon's screech resounded down the alley, followed with the 'thud' of its body hitting the ground.

"Really, now," she grimaced in disapproval. "I was hoping for a bit more of a fight tonight."

She glanced down at the silvery blade that extended passed her hand. The blade was gorgeous, just like the gun. It had a leathery handle, and the guard was twisted and bent to form the shape of a cross. Beyond that was the blade, glimmering in all of its glory. Drops of demon blood dripped down the steel surface, tracing the delicate lines that laced into designs reminiscent of the Celtic Arts. She wiped the blade on the demon's decaying carcass and placed the blade back into her back holster.

"Well, I guess my job here is done," she took one more drag before putting the bud out in the fallen demon's corpse before it dissolved away. Yes, she was well-known for her sadistic streak but inside the exterior was the gentleness of a mother and wife, "Well, I might as well head back home and see how my love is doing."

After receiving the pay for the job, the woman headed back to her house. It wasn't much. One would think with the pay she gets, that she would be living in a mansion but she didn't. She liked simple architecture and not be surrounded by the luxuries that most rich people douse themselves in. She hated that. Instead, she had settled for a small two-story house that rested on an open lot. There were few neighbors, but that didn't bother neither her nor her lover. They enjoyed the peace and quiet, and the few neighbors that did live in the area were kind and respected each other's privacy.

"Home, sweet home."

She smiled. A genuine smile, not one of those half smiles, half smirks that she gives to the demons and people that piss her off. She walked up to the front door and opened it. She was instantly welcomed by the sweet scent of vanilla and cinnamon. The furniture was simple leather but was surprisingly comfortable enough to take a nap on. There was a chair on the left side of the 'living room' with a couch/loveseat in the middle, facing the only expensive merchandise of entire household. A 48-inch, HD TV. Looking to the right of the couch was a doorway that led to the kitchen. The woman loved to cook and while she wasn't hunting and her lover was at the Academy, she usually spent several hours cooking up new recipes. She smiled at the thought of a possible, new recipe for dinner that night.

She glanced to her right and there sat the stairs that led to the upstairs bedrooms. Only two rooms: one for her and her love and the other one awaited for the arrival of a new, soon-to-come member of the family. The main bedroom was large, but not too large. It had a queen-sized bed with a walk-out balcony that showed the hills beyond the city. A single dresser and walk-in closet rested on the wall perpendicular to the doorway. The other bedroom had simple lavender-colored walls. On one side of the room sat a small crib, inside of which was the clean linen sheets for the upcoming babe.

The woman's breath suddenly hitched, then calmed as a pair of strong arms wrapped around her mid-section. She leaned back, feeling the muscular chest of her lover. She could feel his warm breath on her neck.

"You were out working again," a deep, husky voice whispered into the woman's ear. "I thought you said that you'd stop for a while."

The woman chuckled softly and rested her hand on his, on the barely-noticeable bulge that was starting to form near her abdomen. It was unheard of for someone to love someone else such as herself, but this was evidence of 'true love', as the humans called it. The two had met in a bar some five years in the past. The relationship was rocky at first, thanks to the woman's uncaring and sadistic personality, but they were able to pull through. That previous hatred had turned into friendship, then into love. Just a few months ago, they had decided that they were ready to start a family. Seemed nearly impossible at first because of the woman's career, but they were able to work it out.

"I know, I know," she sighed, turning around to fully embrace her lover. "But when desperate measures call, I need to help out. You know I don't like to sit around for months on end."

"True," he chuckled, "but I can't help but worry for the safety of you and the baby. I love you both too much to lose either of you."

That made the woman smile. She leaned up and was met with the man's warm, soft lips. After a few more pecks, the woman gazed at the man's narrow face and up at his eyes. They were hazel-brown and were framed by the shaggy tresses of his brown hair. The faint shadow of what could be a possible beard forming, stubbed his chin. Both of them were heart-breakers. She, with her body and attitude, and he, with his looks and gentleness.

"Thankfully, there aren't as many call-ins lately. Only the occasional emergency I must take."

"I know," the man brushed away a few loose strands from his love's eyes, revealing their beauty, "I love you so much."