My second fan fic with actual chapters in it. Hope I don't disappoint anyone with it xD

Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry

Warning: This story has swearing, violence, yaoi and mature sexual themes.

Italics is used to represent thoughts. Bold is used when a Triggered character is speaking.

The sky was littered with stars this cold night, the moon finishing it's waxing phase and becoming whole.

The sounds of metal clashing, blood splattering and arrogant taunts filled the air around a forest not far from a city. A half devil was laughing as he exterminated an entire nest of Frost demons, their blood dirtying his blade a red colour.

All around him, male and female devils tried to attack and gain the upper hand on the larger and stronger demon. Their attempts were futile, however, as each time one Frost swung it's claws at Dante's back or face, they always ended up getting the tip of Rebellion thrusted into their throat or a few bullets in their skull courtesy of Ebony and Ivory.

The nest of devils were starting to get outraged at the halfling and tried to attack in formation. A few of them would distract the bigger demon by waving and swinging their frozen claws at him whilst the ones further away would send spikes and waves at ice at him to temporarily disable him.

These attacks failed as Dante had seen the strategy coming and had easily flipped or rolled out of the way so the ice would hit the Frosts trying to distract him and kill them instantly. The fight raged on for what felt like hours, blood and bullets flying all around the devil hunter.

More and more Frosts seemed to be coming out of all directions, no thanks to a dying demon calling out for back up in it's last breath.

''Hah! You need an entire army to take me out? I'm flattered.'' Dante mocked, Rebellion being swapped out for Gilgamesh. With his newly equipped gauntlets, he executed a quick series of kicks and punches, every hit landing in the face and abdomen of every Frost demon that came at him with it's claws raised in attack.

Dante then pulled out his automatic handguns, letting his babies have some fun too before the fight was finished. ''Gunslinger!'' The half-devil announced, clicking his fingers before pulling the triggers at an immortal speed.

The halfling let the last of the Frost devils crowd around him before jumping into the air above them and spun his body, bullets raining down on their heads and faces. Backflipping, the hunter landed on his feet again, a smirk on his face. He looked around and saw all the devils dead, save for a severely injured one trying to desperately crawl away from him.

''Ha ha!'' Cried the hunter, one final bullet piercing the skull of the last frozen devil before it shattered into a million icy pieces. ''All bark and no bite.'' Dante muttered to himself, a smirk on his face.

The devil slayer was now returning to his beloved motorcycle so he could collect tonight's pay , when he heard a howling noise come a distance behind him. Raising his eyebrow, he turned around an odd scent filling the air. It smelled demonic, but foreign at the same time. Dante could now feel it's aura, it was less than a mile away from him and was getting close very quickly.

Pulling out Rebellion and resheathing Gilgamesh, he readied himself for whatever demon would rear its ugly head. For a few moments the aura stopped moving, it feeling to be a few yards away from the half-devil but still hidden by the foliage of the wood.

''Ya gonna come out and play?'' Dante called to the mysterious devil, his arrogance clear in his voice. A loud growl filled his ears as a large wolf-like demon sprang from the trees and lunged at Dante. Smirking, he blocked it's grabbing claws with a swing of his demonic blade, sending the beast back a little ways away from him.

A deep and demonic chuckle seemed to come from the beast as he eyed up the smaller male, licking it's lips with it's long tongue. ''Ah. The spawn of Sparda, come out under a full moon to fight. Didn't your father ever tell you what sorts of monsters lurk under a complete cycle, boy?'' The demon growled, it's own arrogance showing itself.

''Heh. Didn't your daddy ever tell you the story of the Big Bad Devil Hunter?'' Dante countered, smirking at him. ''Your arrogance will see you killed, halfling!'' The beast roared, lunging for Dante again and knocking them both into a few trees and into another part of the forest. The very second the beast tried to get up, the devil hunter had swung his Rebellion at the beast's neck, but the attack came short as the Wolf-Demon grabbed the blade and flung Dante into a large rock.

Grunting, Dante got up again, sprinting at the beast with inhuman speed and initiating a flurry of attacks, which the beast countered save for being sliced in the shoulder. The large wolf-demon roared in anger, the sound seemingly enhanced by power to be made into an attack which caused the devil hunter to cover his ears in pain.

Over half an hour passed as the two battled, it ending with the red-clad devil hunter's sword at the beast's throat. ''You're as strong as they say, spawn of Sparda.'' The wolf-beast growled. ''I'd like to have you as my servant and ally one day.'' It said. ''Heh, like I'm gonna team up with your loser pack.'' Dante scoffed, his arrogant smirk returned to his features.

''Oh I think we'll see about that, halfling...'' The beast snickered, it's face lunging towards Dante's neck and sinking his long, sharp rapiers into the soft skin. Dante yelled out in pain, his body flailing about and causing the tip of Rebellion to slice into one of the wolf-beast's eyes. It let out a bark of pain and fled from the devil hunter, sprinting into the darkness of the forest.

The devil hunter growled in anger, holding his bleeding neck tightly until the wound healed. Narrowing his eyes, he looked around and found no trace of the demonic beast and just sighed, turning to go to his motorcycle. As he walked, he noticed a rank smell and realized it was coming from himself seeing as he was covered in devil's blood. A demonic voice growled in the back of his head as it always did whenever he smelled like another demon.

Mounting his shiny red with a black seat motorcycle, he revved the engine and sped out of the forest and back onto the road. In a few minutes he had stopped infront of a blue house in the middle of a suburban area and had knocked on the door. A shaking and feeble looking woman answered the door and thanked the slayer, handing him a wad of a few 100 bills. Dante nodded at the woman, turning around and getting back onto his bike. He headed down the road again, in the direction of his shop. The same way he always did his job.

He felt different though. His skin had an itchy feel to it and he had a strange urge to give chase to a weaker animal or something. But he just shrugged and figured he was hallucinating due to fatigue. Little did he know that the wolf-beast's plan had just been set in motion.