Fan Fiction ❯ A Ðëvïl's Ðrëam ❯ Estël ( Prologue )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
Disclaimer:no..i dont own Dante...*shifty eyes*but i have a plan..*runns of like a loon*
A/N(author notes):i dont own anything in this story apart from the plot,my own charicters and basicaly anything that doesent belong to the company that made devil may cry 1 or 2.thank you.lol,byebye for now!.
Also:this is going to take up a few chapters,lol,so hold on tight for the ride.the chapters will be quite short though,so i dont get bored with the story or anything.bye!cheerio!*listens to enya for confidence and inspiration*also forgive me for any spelling mistakes!bye!.

Prologue:Estël(hope)


The dreams were more vivid than ever that night,and Dante woke in cold sweat..the dream,he had seen the cloaked figure again..and..well,the rest he didnt want to think about right now.He had other pressing matters on his mind.

"awwww SHIT!now i need another goddamn shower!"Dante curses as he slimbs slowly out of bed,his wounds from his previus battle had healed already but still left him a little stiff in the joints as he made his way through the jumble of posesions cluttering his bedroom floor,heading for the bathroom for a cool shower.He shoves the door open and walks in,kicking it shoot with one bare foot as he turned the shower on to low heat(luke warm)and watched the water cascade from the shower head for a moment before stepping out of his boxers and into the shower,sighing as the luke warm water connected with his skin.

Meanwhile:A Cloaked figure steps over the endless ammount of bodys one by one,the 'persons' face hidden by the hood of their cloak.the pale slender hands clutching the cloak to them selves,two or three rings of varius gem stones or jewls decorated the slim fingers on each hand,one standing out above the rest,a large black and red ring,set in a celtic silver and gold band,the gem a mix of dark black and blood red.The cold, hollow saphire blue eyes shine from the darkness of the hood,casting looks oer the body's beneath thier feet as the 'person' was followed by black wolves with deep crimson eyes,the darkness of the night not once faltering,as if a huge shadow had been cast over the entire world,sending it into complete and utter darkness and shadow.Yet the eyes still watch,as though all hope had been lost millenia's ago,and the sadness welled up in those eyes are neer to be released,as though something terribal would happen if they allowed it to happen.