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Chapter 1: The Stage Is Set

Honnouji. An artificially created dystopian city, where one family ruled with an iron fist. The name of this family: Kiryuin. They were the dynasty that claimed sovereignty over the island city and headed REVOCS, the most powerful clothing company on Earth, controlling over 90% of the market; the Kiryuins had a near monopoly over consumer clothing choices. CEO of REVOCS and matriarch of the Kiryuin family, Ragyo Kiryuin was quite literally one of the most powerful people on earth; she was a person who, if nothing else, lived for the spotlight. She radiated a magnificent aura that brightened the various high-class venues she attended, and her visage was always accompanied by a brilliant, rainbow of shining color. Powerful, elegant, and excessively vain; many held the opinion that she was without peers. No peers, save her daughter.

Satsuki Kiryuin. Said daughter of the fashion mogul cum empress Ragyo. Her magnetism and charisma were easily on par with that of her mother's, and she was just as imposing. She ran the island city Honnouji from her ivory throne at the island's namesake academy. Her rule was akin those vaguely remembered fascists, she gave no quarter and took no prisoners. Despite, or maybe because of, her brutal regime; those living under her followed her every command like dogs… or rather, pigs that did not dare disobey their master for fear of execution.

The saying goes: the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Like her mother, Satsuki enjoyed the benefits of wealth and power wherever her heeled feet trod. The secret to their overwhelming success, however, was not the typical rags-to-riches story that most are accustomed to. No, it was something much more than that. It was something inhuman… something demonic, not a Faustian deal per se, but something similarly sinister.

Their plans encompassed more than just wealth and influence, it ran much deeper than that. But despite the money and strength behind the plans of the Kiryuin dynasty, the best laid plans of men always go awry...

-Honnouji, Christmas Eve-

A woman in her late teens stood atop a bridge, which laid in the shadow of Honnouji city. She sported black hair with a single red highlight, and wore a stereotypical tomboy outfit. White tennis shoes, a deep blue skirt, a black jacket with white detailing, and a plain white blouse and red kerchief underneath it. She had the look of a rebel, and seemed poised to follow through on what her appearance suggested. She walked forward with her hands in her jacket pockets down the bridge and began to whistle. A large guitar case, hung from her shoulders by a single strap.

"Oh man, all this traveling is killing my feet. Maybe coming from Kanto all the way here on foot wasn't such a good idea." Her shoes did appear a bit worn, the original white was scuffed and marred by dust and dirt, her time spent traveling was quite apparent. She trudged on and ignored the aching pains in her feet, she came upon a sign that read Welcome To Honnouji, Most Generous Place In Japan! Being quite the cynic, she simply dismissed the sign and walked past it. Her goal in Honnouji didn't include receiving a warm welcome, she was here for answers.

For 6 months the truth had eluded her.

Soon after the girl with the red highlight had passed into the city, a figure clad in a red trench-coat, topped by an unusual white head of hair, could be seen entering the city proper. He wore no shirt, instead a single strap that kept his trench-coat on passed across his naked chest horizontally. He wore dark-brown pants that fed into heavy boots. He carried a bare sword on his back. He whistled a Christmas tune, remixing it to his liking.

"It's the MOST wonderful time of the yearrrrrr *da da da da da* to skin some demon hides with this thing hereeeee!" He motioned towards the sword on his back as though he was performing in front of an audience. Walking at a brisk pace, he soon came upon the sign that one so called Kanto Vagabond had considered earlier that day. It struck him odd that a place that was always filled with so much unholy pressure could be considered anything remotely near "generous", but hey, people lied. It was Christmas Eve, so the owners of this dump probably had to do something to make it appealing to those passing by, or maybe they were just trying to convince themselves of their own generosity. Either way, it was none of his business. This was where he had set up shop, and activity had spiked suddenly after he went on vacation.

The town itself was like a mashup of cyberpunk games. Slums had invaded the city as far as the eyes could see, and yet there were buildings white and tall, obviously expensive, radiated from the center. In the middle stood an oddly modeled Honnouji Academy, which had a tower jutting out of the top of it. Anything one would expect from the home base of a prestigious company was absent however. No child factories, no advertisements of discounts for REVOCS employees, factories or even bureaucracies full of spineless yes-men. What was strangest, was the air quality. The atmosphere here was heavy and pungent, as if something evil had… corrupted the very element of the city.

The female wanderer had made her way to the gates of the central academy. She stopped to eye the tall construction.

"This place definitely feels suspicious, I definitely might be able to get some answers here." As soon as she had finished saying that, the feeling of suspicion turned into a cold, dripping dread. She released her sword from the repurposed guitar casing and swiftly turned around, brandishing the red half-scissor sword at her presumed attacker. No one was there, all was as it had been when she had arrived moments earlier. She had at least expected a gang of street thugs or pickpockets. A anxious bead of sweat dropped down from her forehead and ran down a soft cheek as her unease grew from the abstract into the physical feeling of terror that men and women so often feel in times of duress. She turned to hide her weapon once more but as she tried to refocus, an unseen force knocked her down and away from her guitar case. Once again Ryuko brandished her blade, she turned back towards the school where the blow had come from, but all was silent and still. Confused, she suffered yet another hit, again from her blind side.

"Ow, what the hell! Who's doing that!? Show yourself!" There was no reply save the honking of horns in the distance and a strangely screaming silence. Angered that she could not see her attacker (or attackers), she climbed the sloped side of the gate to get a better view of her surroundings. Still, nothing out of the ordinary was in view. After a several minutes of surveying the area, she came down and decided that her aggressor had fled after the brief attack. Turning to the school once more, she felt the all-too-familiar pressure was boring into her back. Something was watching her. Stalking her. Ready to eat her.

She turned around with sword at the ready and came face-to-face with a creature unlike anything she had seen before. It was a giant skeleton carrying a massive scythe, cloaked in a black, flowing garb. Red, angry, throbbing veins crept from the shadows cast by its dirty clothing and onto the old skin of the monster. It radiated the vile type of evil that people normally associated with denizens of the underworld and servants of Satan. Shocked by whatever the monster was standing in front of her, Ryuko took the scissor blade and swung at it. No effect. Either it had sidestepped the blow, or the trusty scissor blade had passed straight through. It was difficult to tell because no matter how hard she tried, her eyes refused to stare directly at the monster for very long. It was as if the reaper was something mortals were not supposed to see. Confused, she kept swinging. It was a frustrating battle to be so easily outclassed by the inhuman beast. Her blows were parried and dodged so easily, so smoothly. Was this all she was capable of?

The monster seemed to laugh as its rotting mandible clacked in a mockery of mirth. Growing increasingly desperate she swung and stabbed and cleaved the air till her arms burned and chest heaved in exertion. A opening in her attack born from exhaustion and sloppiness was exploited as a bony hand delivered a lazy punch that sent her tumbling several meters down the dusty road. She stood again to fight, she was tired and nauseous from being winded by the heavy punch. Turning her head, she spat blood. In an insane moment born from pain and disorientation she considered her life blood mingling with the dirt of the road. The monstrous being, seeing that she had paused, raised it's scythe to cleave her in half. The cruel whistling of its thin metal blade cutting through the air brought Ryuko back to attention. Her eyes widened and she knew in that moment that a block or dodge was impossible in that short time before death.

"I'm sorry dad, I couldn't do it." Sad last words choked out before the Kanto Vagabond crumbled from exhaustion. Through a haze of unconsciousness and blurred vision, Ryuko thought she heard the explosion of gunshots and the loud ping of bullets on metal. Someone had shot the demon's scythe and averted its deadly course.

The monster's defeat was quick. It's body was bisected vertically, and it's remnants shattered into the ether. Ryuko, lain on the ground, was conscious of the event, but her senses had been dulled. She could not make sense of the quick flashes of silver and eruptions of yellow fire that danced and sounded in her flickering vision. A man smeared in red (from her view) stood over the remains of the slain monster, looking at her as if he had to make a decision between his morals and an extremely annoying future.

"I'd better get paid extra for this." was all Ryuko could piece together. The mystery savior picked her up and put her in a piggyback ride. The teen was too tired to argue, so she instead decided to take a nap. She could've remained conscious, but her senses made the world seem like it was bursting into rainbows with every jolt of the man's steps, so sleep was preferable. After maybe 15 minutes of walking and awkward stares from the citizens of Honnouji, the white-haired man took her to a two story building titled Devil May Cry in neon lighting. The bulbs flicker in and out, they were long due for a replacement but Dante couldn't really afford something like that. Opening the door and setting her down on a not-so-comfy looking sofa, he lamented his current situation.

"As if demons and debt and bitchy women weren't enough to deal with, now I'm stuck with this butch looking girl." He drowned his problems in cheap beer and ordered a pizza. Dante fell asleep with his feet up on his desk and a porno mag straddling his face.

A few hours passed by, and the Ryuko awoke to find herself in a place that was totally foreign. She had never been to Honnouji itself either, but she had heard many tales of it. She was completely oblivious to the building she was in now. The interior was dull and lifeless, sporting a brown and grey color theme. The wall had… strange looking objects all over it. A guitar, what seemed like two swords colored blue and red, dual pistols, something that resembled a jetpack but with a creepy design, three part nunchaku, and so-on and so-forth. Discarded beer cans and empty pizza boxes littered the floor. Who ever lived here was a slob. Sitting up on the sofa, also noticed that her clothes were neatly folded right next to her on a table.

"WHAT THE HELL!?" She was understandably shocked. "Why am I NAKED, WHERE IS THIS PLACE, AND WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED!?" She shouted as her voice reached unimaginable volumes and pitches reserved for birds. In her panic she twisted and turned ripping off the dingy blanket that had been draped over her, freaking out over the circumstances as any normal highschool girl would. She stopped upon hearing the creaking of a door, and the thud of footsteps on old floorboards; probably from upstairs. Scrambling to put on her clothes and to find her weapon (which was conveniently sitting next to a coat-rack with a red coat resting on it), she prepared herself for the worst. Was it a pervert? A psychopath, or, worst of all, AN OTAKU!?

"Kid, there's absolutely no need for you to be on guard. I don't bite, and I got all my shots." a voice rang out from the staircase leading upstairs. It sounded young, in fact, not much older than Ryuko herself.

Firing back, she didn't let a single ounce of fear penetrate her tone. "Whoever the hell you are, you'd better spill the beans on why I'm here, or get ready to be in a world of hurt!"

Coming down the steps nonchalantly, the white haired youth waved the proverbial white flag with his hands raised in the air. His facial expression, however, exuded confidence stretching far beyond normal confidence. He stood in place and exchanged glances with his female interrogator and guest, then spoke up once the awkward patch of silence had set in nicely. "Name's Dante, and I'm not here to hurt you or anything. Care to tell me yours?"

Ryuko was cautious, and carefully planned out her response. "That doesn't matter right now. What I want to know is, where am I and WHY was I undressed when I woke up! You better not have done anything weird while I was asleep!" Her tone became venomous.

Dante sighed, and tried to crack a fake smile. This girl was definitely more trouble than she was worth, but leaving her by the wayside would've caused even more complications. Plus, that demon was particularly good target practice anyway. He rationalized and told her the bare minimum. "I'm the owner of this place. It's called Devil May Cry, and, as you might've guessed, I deal with some weird shit. I believe you have already had an encounter of the fourth kind?" He said that last sentence with a shit-eating grin worth all of Donald Trump's money.

Trying to recall what happened just before she dozed off, she did remember a strange creature attacking her. It was covered in dirty black cloth, so she didn't see much. What little she had see, however, was definitely not of the natural world. A simple skeleton face with glinting red gems for eyes, with a deafening cry that would drive most people mad if they listened for too long. She wasn't 100% sure on whether this Dante guy was telling the truth, but strange things were indeed happening. Still, that explanation didn't completely satisfy her.

"Ok then, but WHY IN THE HELL WAS I NAKED!? ARE YOU SOME TYPE OF PERV!?" Her anger and bite had returned.

Dante was far from the type of guy who would take advantage of a girl while they were asleep. Girls came crawling when they were awake anyways, HA! His reasons boiled down to much more than that, but he knew she would be mad either way. Deciding to tell half the truth, he spoke up. "Your clothes were imbued with a certain type of energy from that monster's presence. I know it sounds crazy, but take a look for yourself if you don't believe me… Ryuko."

"… How do you know my name?" It was a huge revelation that this stranger somehow knew her name. Was he stalking her after all?

"It was written in some rather girly handwriting inside your jacket sweetie." Even his tone was shit eating.

Ryuko yelped with embarrassment. She had never thought that writing her name on all her belongings would backfire on her in such a dire situation. Being as possessive as she was, she had always felt that things that were hers were hers alone. Once she laid claim to something, she wouldn't let go. This tied into her present goal, actually. Once her blushing episode was over, she decided that it was worth trying to see what this lunatic was talking about. "Where's the bathroom?"

"Down the hall, first door on the left. Don't know if there's any toilet paper, I'm kinda broke..."

Ryuko dashed to the lavatory, wary of any traps the guy could've set along the way. Once inside, she removed her top and examined it. Nothing looked out of the ordinary though. This Dante guy was lying apparently. No danger immediately present and still feeling the hazy film of sleep after having just woke up, Ryuko turned to stretch. A figure suddenly loomed over her with a threatening aura. Turning back around, she seen her top towering over her. It had sprouted a mouth, a set of eyes, and razor sharp teeth. "What the hell!" was the only thing she could think to shout as the monstrous jacket made it's way towards her. Gritting her teeth, she looked at the figure with a mixed expression of confusion and bewilderment and fear. She was defenseless. Two bullets whispered through the cheap walls, and as quickly as it had sprang up, the rogue jacket went down. Looking through the bullet holes to see who had shot, Ryuko was greeted by Dante's smirking face.

"Now do you believe me?" he said with a hint of satisfaction in his voice.

She couldn't deny what she had just seen before her, and that he had just saved her life for the second time possibly. "I… I guess you were" she muttered out, trying not to sound defeated.

"Good, now let's get you into some clothes, Ms. Exhibitionist!"

Ryuko, remembering that the only top she had was just shot down, turned red. Her breasts were on active display! What a horrible Christmas eve, though it wasn't the worst one she's experienced so far. She clutched the torn rags of her white blouse to her chest and shuffled down the dimly lit hall, cheeks glowing red in shame. Dante merely chuckled while examining his magazine and pointed her to a guest bedroom near the bathroom she had exited.

"The closet has some old clothes in it. Feel free to take whatever."

Entering the room and opening the old wooden closet, Ryuko was stunned. Not only by the fact that he had a closet in what he claimed was the office for his business, but by the number of women's' clothing in it. Was this some sort of weird fetish he had?

Dante somehow sensed Ryuko's surprise and answered very swiftly. "Look kid, there's three things in this world that you can be sure of. Death, taxes, and unreasonable women. Now go find something that fits you or whatever."

Ryuko, amused at Dante's irritation, went to find something in her size. She noted that he had never really looked directly at her the entire time they were trudging to his closet. That struck her as odd, since she was positive he was a pervert, but she decided not to linger on it. 'Better that he didn't to be honest.' She thought to herself while rummaging through the garments in her field of view.

It had gotten dark. Christmas Eve was almost over, and Ryuko had found herself in the closet of a mysterious man (or maybe a past girlfriend?) who claimed to be a supernatural Sherlock Holmes… after being attacked by a sentient skeleton on steroids with a giant scythe. Something big was definitely taking shape here in this town, and she felt the name of her father's murderer just may be answered soon. Pushing the thoughts to the back of her head, she came upon an outfit that caught her attention. Tights, a top, and boots with an all-black motif.

"Oi, you finishing up in there kid?"

Ryuko, being rushed by Dante and tired of searching anyway, put on the all black set. "Yeah, yeah hold your horses!" She came out in the attire, stunned at just how tightly it hugged her body. It didn't seem this tight when she first eyed it, but the cups for her breasts were definitely too big for her. Whatever, as long as it covered up her body.

Just then, a tremor was felt throughout the entire shop. Ryuko found herself in a panic once again, while Dante sat down on the floor with a thinking pose.

"What beats ground types again? Oh yeah, electricity!" the demon hunter grinned.

Ryuko, flustered, wondered how Dante could remain so calm in a situation like this. She also wondered how his knowledge of Pokemon could be so off. The quake stopped, and so did the swaying that it caused. Ryuko felt sick, comically hurling over the sofa that she had slept on.

"Hey hey hey! I just paid to get that floor cleaned! Go barf in the toilet!" His emphasis on the word paid seemed to imply that funds was rather tight.

Ryuko, after wiping her mouth clean any residual vomit, fired back. "Fuck you asshole, we just went through an earth-" she stopped as a creature that heavily resembled a week old whale carcass bored through the cheap floorboards. It spoke in a regal tone, seemingly indicating a royal status.

"I am the king of earth, Amaimon. Bow before me, lowly human world." his words stopped as a pair of bullets was shot clean through his gore crusted mouth.

Dante, feeling not so amused, decided that he needed to loosen up a bit. "Less talk, more fighting gerbil-boy. Or would you prefer another "round" of applause from my two girls here?" He threatened the gerbil-like creature, which then began complaining about the terrible pun, but his tail was cut off swiftly by Dante. The white-haired teen then doubled back, creating a whirlwind of slashes all around Amaimon's body before the creature could react. Appearing in front of Amaimon, he was moving faster than the human eye (in this case Ryuko's) could see. "Any last words?"

The creature, angered by the insolence of the human before him, simply moved to attack and let out a low roar.

Dante voiced his amusement. "Good, because I hate people who talk more than me, and since I've got the last word, I'll only say one more. Jackpot." He fired another round through the creature's skull, and killed it. Just before falling, Amaimon's body burst into a bloody heap, succumbing to the numerous phantom slashes he had suffered not too long ago.

"You're… not human." The monster's words were interrupted by bloody coughs. Upon his realization, Amaimon's eyes widened. This was his son, no wonder he was bested so easily. The clock struck midnight as the foe vanished, and Ryuko sat there, dumbfounded.

"I… what…" She couldn't formulate her words.

Dante, ever the joker, had one wisecrack left in him. "Look kid, I know you just witnessed a lot, but trust me, there's plenty more where that come from. Oh yeah, merry Christmas!" The shit-eating grin came back.

Ryuko's face was a twisted mass of disbelief at this point. Who was this guy?

-Honnouji Student Council Office, Christmas Morning-

Satsuki Kiryuin, eldest daughter of Ragyo, was a girl with a heart of steel. She went to any and all lengths when it came to satisfying her plans; working with her mother's henchmen was one of the least of her activities. It didn't hurt of course that Vergil was infinitely more bearable than Nui was.

"I assume you are back from gathering intel, Vergil." She addressed a man similar in look to Dante (not that she knew it). But where the owner of Devil May Cry was sarcastic and sloppy; Vergil had an aura of seriousness and murderous professionalism. He wore a blue trench-coat detailed in gold that stood in contrast to Dante's red and black. Underneath was a finely crafted cuirass fit for nobility. Even his hair seemed to obey his command. Not a single silver strand out of place in his quiffed hair.

"I have done all I can for the time being, Ms. Kiryuin. This city is infested with demonic essence and lower-level demons. It should not be difficult to pinpoint where they originate from." The man ran a hand through spiked hair and took a cup of tea that Satsuki had offered, before sitting down and refocusing.

"How long do you believe it will take?" Satsuki questioned. These demons were a previously unaccounted for player in her plans and had to be dealt with swiftly.

"Not long at all. All is going according to plan."

The two conversed over their drinks and it seemed as if they were allies, maybe even friends. Or as close to a friend that the two pragmatic individuals could have. Satsuki remained wary. She was speaking to one of her mother's dogs. And no matter how useful Vergil was, ultimately she could not confide in him the way she did with her Devas.

Satsuki sat on her throne-like chair, going over scenarios of failure and success in her head as she stared out into the dark, early morning sky. She had made Vergil the Student Council Vice-President of Honnouji, though she wasn't completely sure if that decision had been for the best or not.

Vergil stalked through the halls of the grand school until coming to the entrance. All the time he had spent here was worth it, he thought. That source of power he felt from afar nearly 7 months ago was unmistakable. It was greater than even his own, and yielded some interesting possibilities. Opening the doors to the outside world, he uttered but a single phrase.

"I need more power."