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Prologue: Chrono Crush
The scene at Devil Never Cry was a dreary one. The continual rain was only making it more so. Dante, owner of the devil-hunting agency and half-blood son of the legendary hero Sparda, sat back in his chair with a bored expression on his face as he thought about what has happened since Mundus' fall.
In the two years since his defeat of Mundus, King of the Underworld and Sparda's enemy, on Mallet Island, Dante's' shop had been in a slump. Apparently after hearing of their masters defeat, most of the demons had decided to lie low for a while, fearing that Dante would come after them too.
And of course he would. That was his job after all. But because the majority the demons were so well hidden and refrained from causing trouble, there was little work for the expert devil-hunter, or Trish, his spouse since the events at Mallet Island.
With so few devils causing trouble, and thus so few jobs coming in, Dante had taken to heavy drinking, though at the moment he was totally sober. He was just so bored, that it seemed to be the only way he could take up his spare time.
Suddenly the phone rang, breaking Dante out of his depressive thoughts. He picked it up as Trish came into the room.
"Devil Never Cry. How can I help you?" He paused as the opposing user described the problem. "Mhm... Mhm... Hm. Do you know where it came from?" His expression suddenly changed from bored to intrigued. "And where is this...door? ...OK. where're you? ...Mhm...Right. We're on our way." He hung up and turned to Trish.
"He had the password?" Asked Trish. Dante nodded. "Get ready. We're headed to the south side of the city." He went over to the wall, and picked up Alastor, the Lightning Sword, and Ifrit, The Hell-fire Gloves, as well as Ebony and Ivory, Dante's pistols. Trish went into the back and came out carrying Sparda's' Sword.
"All Set?" At Trish's' nod, they went into the pouring rain, got in Dante's new car, and drove off.
Upon arriving at the place, a large warehouse, they found it surrounded by police. A crowd had gathered and it was all the police could do just to keep them back. Dante and Trish made their way to the front to get a better view.
Dante stopped an officer and asked him where a Mr. Naraku was. The officer pointed to a lone man in a business suit standing in front of the building. Dante and Trish approached him.
Naraku was a gaunt young man, only a year or two younger than Dante himself. He had a pale complexion, long, wavy black hair.
Dante cleared his throat. Naraku turned. As evidenced by his frame, Naraku had a thin, sharp face as well as a distinctively oriental appearance, probably Japanese. After one look into those eyes, Dante decided that trusting this man was out of the question. "You would be Naraku?" He asked.
The man nodded. "Yes. And you are Dante and Trish." His accent was thin, but not unnoticeable.
They nodded. Naraku turned back to the building. "Since I called you, more creatures have shown up, and the first has been fighting them. It's total chaos-" Before he could finish, a creature (Death Scissors) came flying out of one of the windows.
The ghost-like creature shook its head and flew back to the window. Before it could enter though, an arrow flew out and shattered the creature's skull. The Death Scissors gave a loud shriek as its robes disintegrated; its weapon, a pair of what-looked-like tree-clippers, fell to the ground before shattering as well. As the creature disappeared, a whole bunch of red stones took its place and fell to the ground.
(What the hell was that doing here?) Thought Trish. She looked at Dante, and they both nodded. "We're going in." Said Dante to Naraku, who nodded. "All right." With that, the two devil-hunters entered the building, Dante making sure to pick up the stones.
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