Devil May Cry - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Devil Prince ❯ Revealing ( Chapter 3 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: JenFoxworth 
Dante discovers the new heir to the demon king's throne.
Non Anime: Devil May Cry - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Horror / Adventure / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.24.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 142 | Status: Work In Progress
Dante discovers the new heir to the demon king's throne.
Non Anime: Devil May Cry - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Horror / Adventure / Action | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.24.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.2K | Visits: 142 | Status: Work In Progress
***Characters belong to their respective owners and Capcom****
Jen stared at the old neighborhood from the roof of the building. A young boy stood by her side, his short white hair blowing in the wind. He was almost seven years old, and wore a simple brown cloak over his shoulders that went down to his ankles, his eyes a deep blue.
“You know why we had to wait this long, Ben?” She asked him. His face remained indifferent as he nodded, though his heart was racing with excitement.
“Yes, Mother.” Ben whispered. The sun was beginning to set, and the darkness began to seep onto the earth. “You know what to do.” The woman said. Ben leapt from the top of the building and ran down its side, then halfway down, jumped nimbly to the ground, heading towards Dante’s shop.
Ben easily infiltrated the dark building from a third story window, breaking the boards that covered it. He stared at the floor as he walked on it, being cautious with his steps as his black boots creaked on the wood. The boy sniffed the air, then wrinkled his nose at the stench of old booze. After listening carefully for a minute he relaxed, and strode leisurely across the room and down the stairs. “He’s out, wonder where…?” He muttered to himself as he looked around the main room. The sword caught his eye. The sword of Sparda.
Jen watched nervously as Ben climbed out of the window he had entered earlier with the weapon strapped to his back. He glanced down the street and frantically crawled up to the roof, peering over the edge in fear. His mother knelt down, concealing herself from Dante’s sight, just as he looked up.
“Quiet tonight.” The devil hunter said to himself as he opened the door to his shop. He shook his head and rubbed his temples. “Too long of a day… Wait…?!” The man glared at where he kept his father’s sword, and saw that it was missing. He instantly became tense, and started to search the place from bottom up.
After waiting a moment, Ben cautiously hopped up from his hiding place, and jumped to another building, just as Dante looked up out the window. “Damn you!” The hunter immediately began following him, and was surprisingly having trouble keeping up. The boy slid down a fire escape began running in and out of the shop, attempting to confuse the older devil, weaving in, out and around it.
Finally, he made a run for it, leaving the building and going down an alleyway. But Dante wasn’t confused in the least, and caught him with ease, his speed far exceeding the young ones. Ben stumbled from a blow to the back of his head, scrambling on the ground to get away, but the hunter quickly grabbed him around his neck and picked him up.
“What have we here, a little thief, hmm?” He dropped him in shock the moment he saw his face. Without warning, the boy swung his leg up, kicking Dante hard in the balls. Ben took the opportunity to flee, laughing darkly and yanking the devil’s amulet from his neck before leaving.**********************
“Do you have it?” His mother asked him once they were a safe distance away. The little boy grinned and pulled the amulet out of his pocket, and then another from the other one. “Good. But I never thought you’d have the nerve to nick your grandfather’s sword too, very impressive, but dangerous.” She told him, hugging him. “You need to be more careful, that was a close one, not as close as Vergil’s encounter, but still…”
He glanced at the two jewels in his palms, then smiled. “Dante… He’s my father.” Jen watched him for a moment, surprised. “Are you sure of that?” She asked. “Yes. I felt it when he touched me. And this… I can feel it…” He clutched Dante’s amulet and gazed at it. They were both quiet, and Ben nonchalantly tossed the amulet that belonged to Vergil away. “Let’s go.” He muttered before putting his father’s necklace on himself and hefting the heavy sword of Sparda as if it were just another light weapon. **********************
Dawn was beginning to come when Ben found a powerful hand encircle around his neck, waking him up from his sleep. It lifted him up until his feet dangled into the air, and began crushing his windpipe.
“I was listening last night. So, you’re the spawn of my brother? Pathetic. I believe this is mine.” The older devil showed the amulet that the boy had thrown away. Ben struggled for breath as his uncle’s grip became tighter.
‘Where the Hell is mother at?!’ He thought frantically. “You’ve visited with my brother it seems, well, he isn’t going to save you, and neither is your foul mother. I’ve sent her on a trip to the demon world, and it isn’t easy to escape it.” Ben could feel his mind shutting down, his vision was blurring from lack of oxygen, and the fact that his throat was being crushed. Then, he was released, and fell to the ground. The boy grabbed his neck and felt thick blood coming from it, and when he struggled to look up, he saw Dante fighting Vergil off. “Daddy?” He whimpered before falling into unconsciousness.
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The devil hunter fought wildly to protect his new found son, and when he had finally gotten his brother far enough, he picked up the child and fled. “Running again, little brother?! Why don’t you fight to the finish?!” Vergil yelled angrily behind him, his voice becoming distant as he moved farther and farther away. When they were finally back at his shop, Dante wrapped Ben’s throat up in bandages and laid him on the couch.
“So, Vergil threw Jen into the demon world, that’s not surprising. But you…” The hunter stared at him for a minute, thoughts swirling crazily in his mind. ‘You stole my sword, and my amulet right from under my nose… Your wounds should heal fine, you’re half demon, just like me… Oh god this strange…’ He kept trying to think of what to say when the boy woke up, but didn’t have time, as Ben was already opening his eyes.
He moaned and went to sit up, then saw Dante next to him. “So, you wanted your stuff back hunh?” He asked.
“You can hold onto it for while. How are you feeling?” The boy snorted sarcastically at him.
“Stupid question, I’ll be fine. I…” Ben choked, and coughed up some blood, then shook his head. “Where’s my mother?” The young devil asked. Dante scratched the back of his neck, not sure what to say, because Vergil hadn’t been lying.
“We’ll find her soon. Alright?” He muttered before ruffling the boy’s hair playfully. Ben smiled at him, happy to see that his father cared after all.
Jen stared at the old neighborhood from the roof of the building. A young boy stood by her side, his short white hair blowing in the wind. He was almost seven years old, and wore a simple brown cloak over his shoulders that went down to his ankles, his eyes a deep blue.
“You know why we had to wait this long, Ben?” She asked him. His face remained indifferent as he nodded, though his heart was racing with excitement.
“Yes, Mother.” Ben whispered. The sun was beginning to set, and the darkness began to seep onto the earth. “You know what to do.” The woman said. Ben leapt from the top of the building and ran down its side, then halfway down, jumped nimbly to the ground, heading towards Dante’s shop.
Ben easily infiltrated the dark building from a third story window, breaking the boards that covered it. He stared at the floor as he walked on it, being cautious with his steps as his black boots creaked on the wood. The boy sniffed the air, then wrinkled his nose at the stench of old booze. After listening carefully for a minute he relaxed, and strode leisurely across the room and down the stairs. “He’s out, wonder where…?” He muttered to himself as he looked around the main room. The sword caught his eye. The sword of Sparda.
Jen watched nervously as Ben climbed out of the window he had entered earlier with the weapon strapped to his back. He glanced down the street and frantically crawled up to the roof, peering over the edge in fear. His mother knelt down, concealing herself from Dante’s sight, just as he looked up.
“Quiet tonight.” The devil hunter said to himself as he opened the door to his shop. He shook his head and rubbed his temples. “Too long of a day… Wait…?!” The man glared at where he kept his father’s sword, and saw that it was missing. He instantly became tense, and started to search the place from bottom up.
After waiting a moment, Ben cautiously hopped up from his hiding place, and jumped to another building, just as Dante looked up out the window. “Damn you!” The hunter immediately began following him, and was surprisingly having trouble keeping up. The boy slid down a fire escape began running in and out of the shop, attempting to confuse the older devil, weaving in, out and around it.
Finally, he made a run for it, leaving the building and going down an alleyway. But Dante wasn’t confused in the least, and caught him with ease, his speed far exceeding the young ones. Ben stumbled from a blow to the back of his head, scrambling on the ground to get away, but the hunter quickly grabbed him around his neck and picked him up.
“What have we here, a little thief, hmm?” He dropped him in shock the moment he saw his face. Without warning, the boy swung his leg up, kicking Dante hard in the balls. Ben took the opportunity to flee, laughing darkly and yanking the devil’s amulet from his neck before leaving.**********************
“Do you have it?” His mother asked him once they were a safe distance away. The little boy grinned and pulled the amulet out of his pocket, and then another from the other one. “Good. But I never thought you’d have the nerve to nick your grandfather’s sword too, very impressive, but dangerous.” She told him, hugging him. “You need to be more careful, that was a close one, not as close as Vergil’s encounter, but still…”
He glanced at the two jewels in his palms, then smiled. “Dante… He’s my father.” Jen watched him for a moment, surprised. “Are you sure of that?” She asked. “Yes. I felt it when he touched me. And this… I can feel it…” He clutched Dante’s amulet and gazed at it. They were both quiet, and Ben nonchalantly tossed the amulet that belonged to Vergil away. “Let’s go.” He muttered before putting his father’s necklace on himself and hefting the heavy sword of Sparda as if it were just another light weapon. **********************
Dawn was beginning to come when Ben found a powerful hand encircle around his neck, waking him up from his sleep. It lifted him up until his feet dangled into the air, and began crushing his windpipe.
“I was listening last night. So, you’re the spawn of my brother? Pathetic. I believe this is mine.” The older devil showed the amulet that the boy had thrown away. Ben struggled for breath as his uncle’s grip became tighter.
‘Where the Hell is mother at?!’ He thought frantically. “You’ve visited with my brother it seems, well, he isn’t going to save you, and neither is your foul mother. I’ve sent her on a trip to the demon world, and it isn’t easy to escape it.” Ben could feel his mind shutting down, his vision was blurring from lack of oxygen, and the fact that his throat was being crushed. Then, he was released, and fell to the ground. The boy grabbed his neck and felt thick blood coming from it, and when he struggled to look up, he saw Dante fighting Vergil off. “Daddy?” He whimpered before falling into unconsciousness.
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The devil hunter fought wildly to protect his new found son, and when he had finally gotten his brother far enough, he picked up the child and fled. “Running again, little brother?! Why don’t you fight to the finish?!” Vergil yelled angrily behind him, his voice becoming distant as he moved farther and farther away. When they were finally back at his shop, Dante wrapped Ben’s throat up in bandages and laid him on the couch.
“So, Vergil threw Jen into the demon world, that’s not surprising. But you…” The hunter stared at him for a minute, thoughts swirling crazily in his mind. ‘You stole my sword, and my amulet right from under my nose… Your wounds should heal fine, you’re half demon, just like me… Oh god this strange…’ He kept trying to think of what to say when the boy woke up, but didn’t have time, as Ben was already opening his eyes.
He moaned and went to sit up, then saw Dante next to him. “So, you wanted your stuff back hunh?” He asked.
“You can hold onto it for while. How are you feeling?” The boy snorted sarcastically at him.
“Stupid question, I’ll be fine. I…” Ben choked, and coughed up some blood, then shook his head. “Where’s my mother?” The young devil asked. Dante scratched the back of his neck, not sure what to say, because Vergil hadn’t been lying.
“We’ll find her soon. Alright?” He muttered before ruffling the boy’s hair playfully. Ben smiled at him, happy to see that his father cared after all.