Devil May Cry - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Devil Prince ❯ The Finding ( Chapter 1 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: JenFoxworth 
Dante meets the heir to the demon king.
Non Anime: Devil May Cry - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Horror / Adventure / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.24.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 176 | Status: Work In Progress
Dante meets the heir to the demon king.
Non Anime: Devil May Cry - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Horror / Adventure / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.24.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 176 | Status: Work In Progress
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Dante continued walking down the street from the bar. He hadn’t drank as much as usual, and was sober. Enzo had started singing about pirates so the devil hunter had decided to call it quits early, that was something he didn’t need to hear. The white haired man halted, he was sensing a demonic aura nearby.
Stepping inside the building, he entered a large room. It was dark, and empty, except for a sheet covering what looked like a dead body on the floor. Dante walked to the center of the room and stared at it for a moment, then noticed the pentagram on the floor. It was huge and covered the entire room, and was drawn in chalk. The body was in the center. He kicked it lightly with the toe of his boot. The head moved to the side and it moaned as if it were in pain. Alive?!
Kneeling down, he quickly pulled the sheet off to reveal a young girl. She looked about eighteen, and was naked. He couldn’t help but stare for a moment, but then shook his head to clear it. Chained by her hands and feet, she had scars on her legs and neck as if someone had been cutting her. Dante glanced around. There didn’t seem to be anyone here, who would do something this horrible besides a demon? Well, humans were also capable of this, some anyway. He pulled out his sword, Rebellion, the weapon he had inherited from his father, and used it to shatter her manacles. The devil hunter pulled off his crimson leather jacket and wrapped it around her, he would look highly perverted carrying around a nude woman through the streets.
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No one followed him, and he didn’t meet any resistance taking her from the building to his shop. All was quiet, except for the normal yelling and partying from the open bars on the street. Dante entered his shop and slammed the door shut behind him. “What the hell am I supposed to do with this damn girl?! Maybe I should have just left her there…” He said to himself as he laid her on his couch. She was so small compared to himself, and so weak looking. Whatever, he thought, turning and going into his bathroom to take a shower.
A couple minutes later, the girl awoke. She sat up with a start, gasping and looking around nervously. “Where am I?” She whispered to herself. Looking at the red jacket that was covering her bare body, then glancing at her strange surroundings, she pulled the red coat closer to her and stood up. The brown haired girl could hear the shower running, and wondered who had rescued her. But she knew better then to just barge in, it was rude, and embarrassing. Instead, she walked over to a nearby closet and pulled it open. There were clothes piled on the floor of it, the person too lazy to hang them up even though they were clean.
Picking up a pair of brown pants and a loose shirt, she quickly put them on. She hoped whoever who saved her wouldn’t mind her borrowing some of his clothes for while. “It’s definitely a guy…” She muttered to herself, the pants where far too big for her, she had to hold them up. Sitting back down on the couch, she waited for her rescuer to finish. **********************
Dante had almost forgotten about the girl when he got out from his shower. Scratching his head and shaking it, he didn’t bother to dry off much and was still wet when he entered the main room again. The green eyed girl was sitting on the couch with her knees hugged to her chest, wearing his clothes. She stared at him timidly, trembling and afraid. The half demon walked up to her, watching her curiously.
“S-sorry…” She stuttered so quietly it was almost a whisper.
“Hmph. I wouldn’t want to walk around naked either. So, what were you doing chained up in that building?” He asked, wondering why she looking at the floor instead of him. The girl didn’t answer. “Do you have a name?” He tried again. Finally she looked up, her eyes filled with tears.
“Jen. Thank you…. For s-saving me….”
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The devil hunter let her stay the night, leaving her to sleep on the couch while he went upstairs and found his bed that he hardly even used. Most of the time he was too lazy to bother with walking all the way up the stairs, he usually crashed in the main room. Dante had been unable to get any more information out of her, why she had been tormented and who was responsible. When he woke, he stumbled down to see if she was up yet.
“Hey, are you….?” He stopped, where was she? After looking around for a minute, he realized. She was gone.
Jen hadn’t told the half demon about her past because she knew he would probably want to kill her at first. She was part demon herself, and as Dante had vowed to kill all demons in revenge, she knew better then to tell him about it. Though he might spare her if he knew all the details, she doubted he would wait long enough for those to be explained. So Jen had left only minutes after he had gone to sleep.
Tossing her long hair brown hair in the wind, she gazed at the landscape from the top of a tall building. What a slum-like city, she wondered. Just then she saw him running down the street below, chasing down a skull demon that seemed to have been fighting him earlier. Perhaps he wouldn’t have killed me, I am a half-blood like himself, she thought again before getting up. Dante disappeared around the corner.
“Best not take chances though. He could be just like Vergil.” Jen shivered at that thought. It had been he who had caught her, and tortured her. The demon had not said why, or anything really to her, he had just done terrible things to her. Maybe it was because she was a abomination even worse then him, a princess of demons. It was true, Sparda wasn’t the only one to take a human for sire. The demon king had done so as well, but had only one child before he was sealed away to Hell. Like Dante’s mother, hers had been killed by demons, but hers, had been ordered to death by her father. How she hated him.
Jen turned, only to find the devil hunter standing in front of her.
“Hmm… I see you know my brother, well, why didn’t you say so? I’m sure we’ll get along then!” He said sarcastically, pulling out his two guns. The brown haired girl stepped back, but he wasn’t about to let her go. “Where are you gonna run, off the roof? Did you think I was getting that damn thing down there for nothing? I was looking you up, seems most of them know you… Princess.” Dante pointed Ebony and Ivory at her chest, smirking.
“B-but… I’m defenseless!” She whimpered. The hunter paused for a minute, then lowered his weapons.
“Like I’m gonna believe that, but I’ll give you five minutes to give me a reason not to kill you, so start talking!” I-I don’t know where to start, she thought frantically, wait, that’s it! Without even warning him, she leapt up and kissed him on the cheek. He glared at her.
“That, was not a good enough reason. Had it been down farther, just under my nose, maybe. But you had your chance.” Jen expected him to shoot her immediately, but he put his guns away, and drew out his sword. “Guns are too kind to you, I’ll cut your heart out with this, it’s only right for you to die by a legendary sword any….” The son of Sparda didn’t even get to finish his sentence, within the blink of an eye, the demon princess had disappeared over the side of the building. Jen landed on her feet, her eyes glowing from using her demon powers.
“So this is how it must be.” She muttered as she took off, Dante in hot pursuit.
Dante continued walking down the street from the bar. He hadn’t drank as much as usual, and was sober. Enzo had started singing about pirates so the devil hunter had decided to call it quits early, that was something he didn’t need to hear. The white haired man halted, he was sensing a demonic aura nearby.
Stepping inside the building, he entered a large room. It was dark, and empty, except for a sheet covering what looked like a dead body on the floor. Dante walked to the center of the room and stared at it for a moment, then noticed the pentagram on the floor. It was huge and covered the entire room, and was drawn in chalk. The body was in the center. He kicked it lightly with the toe of his boot. The head moved to the side and it moaned as if it were in pain. Alive?!
Kneeling down, he quickly pulled the sheet off to reveal a young girl. She looked about eighteen, and was naked. He couldn’t help but stare for a moment, but then shook his head to clear it. Chained by her hands and feet, she had scars on her legs and neck as if someone had been cutting her. Dante glanced around. There didn’t seem to be anyone here, who would do something this horrible besides a demon? Well, humans were also capable of this, some anyway. He pulled out his sword, Rebellion, the weapon he had inherited from his father, and used it to shatter her manacles. The devil hunter pulled off his crimson leather jacket and wrapped it around her, he would look highly perverted carrying around a nude woman through the streets.
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No one followed him, and he didn’t meet any resistance taking her from the building to his shop. All was quiet, except for the normal yelling and partying from the open bars on the street. Dante entered his shop and slammed the door shut behind him. “What the hell am I supposed to do with this damn girl?! Maybe I should have just left her there…” He said to himself as he laid her on his couch. She was so small compared to himself, and so weak looking. Whatever, he thought, turning and going into his bathroom to take a shower.
A couple minutes later, the girl awoke. She sat up with a start, gasping and looking around nervously. “Where am I?” She whispered to herself. Looking at the red jacket that was covering her bare body, then glancing at her strange surroundings, she pulled the red coat closer to her and stood up. The brown haired girl could hear the shower running, and wondered who had rescued her. But she knew better then to just barge in, it was rude, and embarrassing. Instead, she walked over to a nearby closet and pulled it open. There were clothes piled on the floor of it, the person too lazy to hang them up even though they were clean.
Picking up a pair of brown pants and a loose shirt, she quickly put them on. She hoped whoever who saved her wouldn’t mind her borrowing some of his clothes for while. “It’s definitely a guy…” She muttered to herself, the pants where far too big for her, she had to hold them up. Sitting back down on the couch, she waited for her rescuer to finish. **********************
Dante had almost forgotten about the girl when he got out from his shower. Scratching his head and shaking it, he didn’t bother to dry off much and was still wet when he entered the main room again. The green eyed girl was sitting on the couch with her knees hugged to her chest, wearing his clothes. She stared at him timidly, trembling and afraid. The half demon walked up to her, watching her curiously.
“S-sorry…” She stuttered so quietly it was almost a whisper.
“Hmph. I wouldn’t want to walk around naked either. So, what were you doing chained up in that building?” He asked, wondering why she looking at the floor instead of him. The girl didn’t answer. “Do you have a name?” He tried again. Finally she looked up, her eyes filled with tears.
“Jen. Thank you…. For s-saving me….”
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The devil hunter let her stay the night, leaving her to sleep on the couch while he went upstairs and found his bed that he hardly even used. Most of the time he was too lazy to bother with walking all the way up the stairs, he usually crashed in the main room. Dante had been unable to get any more information out of her, why she had been tormented and who was responsible. When he woke, he stumbled down to see if she was up yet.
“Hey, are you….?” He stopped, where was she? After looking around for a minute, he realized. She was gone.
Jen hadn’t told the half demon about her past because she knew he would probably want to kill her at first. She was part demon herself, and as Dante had vowed to kill all demons in revenge, she knew better then to tell him about it. Though he might spare her if he knew all the details, she doubted he would wait long enough for those to be explained. So Jen had left only minutes after he had gone to sleep.
Tossing her long hair brown hair in the wind, she gazed at the landscape from the top of a tall building. What a slum-like city, she wondered. Just then she saw him running down the street below, chasing down a skull demon that seemed to have been fighting him earlier. Perhaps he wouldn’t have killed me, I am a half-blood like himself, she thought again before getting up. Dante disappeared around the corner.
“Best not take chances though. He could be just like Vergil.” Jen shivered at that thought. It had been he who had caught her, and tortured her. The demon had not said why, or anything really to her, he had just done terrible things to her. Maybe it was because she was a abomination even worse then him, a princess of demons. It was true, Sparda wasn’t the only one to take a human for sire. The demon king had done so as well, but had only one child before he was sealed away to Hell. Like Dante’s mother, hers had been killed by demons, but hers, had been ordered to death by her father. How she hated him.
Jen turned, only to find the devil hunter standing in front of her.
“Hmm… I see you know my brother, well, why didn’t you say so? I’m sure we’ll get along then!” He said sarcastically, pulling out his two guns. The brown haired girl stepped back, but he wasn’t about to let her go. “Where are you gonna run, off the roof? Did you think I was getting that damn thing down there for nothing? I was looking you up, seems most of them know you… Princess.” Dante pointed Ebony and Ivory at her chest, smirking.
“B-but… I’m defenseless!” She whimpered. The hunter paused for a minute, then lowered his weapons.
“Like I’m gonna believe that, but I’ll give you five minutes to give me a reason not to kill you, so start talking!” I-I don’t know where to start, she thought frantically, wait, that’s it! Without even warning him, she leapt up and kissed him on the cheek. He glared at her.
“That, was not a good enough reason. Had it been down farther, just under my nose, maybe. But you had your chance.” Jen expected him to shoot her immediately, but he put his guns away, and drew out his sword. “Guns are too kind to you, I’ll cut your heart out with this, it’s only right for you to die by a legendary sword any….” The son of Sparda didn’t even get to finish his sentence, within the blink of an eye, the demon princess had disappeared over the side of the building. Jen landed on her feet, her eyes glowing from using her demon powers.
“So this is how it must be.” She muttered as she took off, Dante in hot pursuit.