Author's Note: Hey guys! Woohoo, I've finally finished the first Devil May Cry, (bout time doh) and absolutely fell in love with it. Dante rocks, Trish kicks butt, though I just can't imagine the two of them together but, it's like, um, incest or something. . I'm sure the idea appeals to some people, and I'm totally cool with that, but in my future DMC fics I think I'll skip the Dante&Trish pairing.
Anyways, here's a longer chapter for you guys, I decided to introduce a little bit more Dante&Lady interaction(!) so, I hope you'll enjoy. I need your feedback though! Especially on how to handle the intimate scenes that I'm planning for the next chapter, how far you guys want me to go etc. Some of my readers may feel uncomfortable with this, hence the rating, so don't say I didn't warn you!
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Screams pierce the tranquil night outside the coffee shop. An army of shambling monsters limp down the street in pursuit of a young man in priestly robes followed closely by a familiar face, red dreadlocks flying.
Dante bursts through the door, immediately starting to blast away at the creatures with Ebony and Ivory.
"Jase! Move out of the way, kid!" He shouts.
The priest grabs the boy and ducks for cover behind a table under a gazebo, muttering frantic prayers.
Lady expertly empties two rounds on the unyielding wall of undead creatures. When she runs out of ammo, she steadies Kalina Ann over her shoulder, planting her foot firmly on the ground for support, and pulls the trigger.
The shattering explosion blasts the creatures, bits of flesh and blood and gore and shrapnel pieces flying in all directions, destroying Dante's car in the process.
The smoke clears, revealing another, bigger legion of the revolting monsters, beginning to close in on the pair, who stand back to back in an offensive stance. The sheer number of the dead things fills Lady with despair, and her icy resolve breaks.
"Fuckers!" Dante swears in frustration, feeling a surge of adrenaline mixed with demonic rage boil within. His eyes blaze an angry red.
Suddenly, there's a bright flash of blood red light emanating from Dante, surrounding him in a crimson glow. The air around him ripples from the force of the transformation; muscle and bone mutate to demonic perfection, as Dante assumes his dreaded Devil form.
With a whirlwind dance of his gleaming Rebellion blade, Dante descends like a wrathful angel of justice, cleaving through the zombie crowd.
But he's no angel.
He's a crimson blur of motion to Lady's human eyes, destroying all that stands in his path.
There's something primal to his diabolical might, something…erotic about the way he slashes away at the monsters with electrifying dark power, infernal majesty manifest, the raw display of a demon lord's ghastly strength and speed; the ultimate proof of the infernal ones' superiority over humans, the legacy of the legendary dark knight Sparda.
It stirs a violent, thrilling, unfamiliar feeling within Lady, as her eyes follow the demon's blindingly fast form massacring the creatures, compelled to watch.
Within a minute, the street's scattered with numerous zombie parts and black blood splattered everywhere, not single one of the animated creatures remain alive.
The call of battle lust and dark rage subside, and Dante shifts back to his human form.
Observing his handiwork, Dante nods to himself in satisfaction.
"These ugly bastards sure go down easy." He sighs dramatically and dusts himself off. "So much for the crazy party I hoped!"
Strapping his trusty sword on his back, Dante spins around smoothly, his crimson trench coat trailing behind him as he casually walks up to Lady, who is staring at him still with her wide, exquisite eyes full of awe and horror.
She's clearly impressed, grudgingly so.
"Well, our nasty guests are all dead, no thanks necessary." He leans in awfully close, his face shadowed. Lady shivers slightly in reaction to his brooding sensuality washing over her.
"Listen, Lady; shooting me in the head is one thing, but wrecking my car is totally unacceptable! Cripes, woman! Who taught you to use that thing!" Dante growls, his blue eyes blazing.
Lady blinks, dumbstruck momentarily, the rational side of her immediately shaking off the unwanted, delicious feeling that crept up so suddenly, stealthily.
"It's not my fault your bloody shitbox was in the way!" She yells back, her delicate face twisting in anger; she's obviously not the one who backs down easily.
"It wasn't, for fuck's sake!" Dante snarls, flustered.
"Was too!" Lady says defiantly, her rose-coral lips pouted.
"You so owe me for that!" Dante grumbles, narrowing his steely blue eyes, stepping closer, though there's nothing threatening about this particular movement, on the contrary, it's provoking strange emotions.
"I don't owe you shit, Mr Sparda!" Lady places her hands on her shapely hips, glowering stubbornly.
"The way I see it, you owe me your life too, just a couple of times no less!" Dante smirks grimly, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
Lady turns bright pink at his ugly, stark reminder, appalled and outraged.
"You're a jerk!"
"You know you love me." Dante purrs and reaches out to touch her face.
"Buzz off!" Lady swats his hand away.
Their bickering comes to an abrupt halt at the priest's loud, uncomfortable and meaningful cough.
The duo immediately turns to their spectators; Jase and the young priest. Jase's jaw still hangs, his eyes are wide in fear and astonishment, wonder and admiration from the effects of the Devil Trigger.
"Evening padre, glad to see you guys in one piece." Dante says chirpily.
The priest; a kindly young man with soft green eyes and a curling mass of blonde hair, bows his thanks.
"I don't know who, or what you are…but you're Godsend, brother."
"Don't bet on that one." Dante murmurs under his breath.
He then goes up to Jase, who's still mesmerised, and gives him a quick glance over, inspecting for signs of mutation. The boy's skin has taken on an ugly, chalk-like pallor, and the dark rings have deepened under his eyes. Though, with his acute, demonic senses, Dante can tell the infection hasn't entirely taken over yet. There's still time…
"Wow…Dante…My father told me you were strange, but I never imagined you were actually a...a.."
"Demon?" Lady offers helpfully.
Jase nods his head enthusiastically, Dante pats him on the back in a friendly manner.
"Yeah, that's me, Dante the demon, your friendly neighbourhood." He says somewhat dryly.
"What's going on? Where did these awful creatures come from?" The priest interjects.
"Long story, padre. But for now, let's get you guys to safety first."
Lady sits on the black leather sofa, zipping up her hoodie and sipping a hot mug of tea. Her skin's not pasty, but a radiant porcelain from a refreshing, through scrubbing with exfoliating body wash, and her hair's gleaming a lustrous shade of ebony, still damp.
Jase is sleeping in the next room, his door securely locked, and the priest has finished his praying, now dozing off in front of the television.
Dante kicks open the door to his lounge-room, freshly shaven and freshly showered, clad in nothing but a pair of worn black leather pants, still drying his hair; his long fingers working through the platinum-silver tresses roughly, aggressively almost, seeming to be working something out of his system, sweeping the long white locks back from his forehead as he strolls over.
Lady takes in his exotic splendour; the unusual hair, the slanted, arctic blue eyes, the sharp, perfectly angled features of his face, the hard, defined muscles of his chest and arms rippling as he moves toward her…She wonders just what it is about him that draws her, touches something deep inside her .
Dante grins, as though he can read her thoughts, and ruffles his hair, shaking his head slightly so the silver strands fall and hang about his face.
Lady blushes and flicks her attention away from him. Outside the world was hell, and here she was, fantasizing about a demon.
"How you feeling?" Dante asks gently.
"I could be better." Lady says softly.
"Well, you could be worse." He smiles that broad, charming smile of his.
"I just wish Jase was okay. The poor thing…" She sighs.
"Yeah, I know, unfortunately there's nothing we can do, but wait, I guess. And when the time comes…I'll make it quick, I promise."
Lady just nods faintly at his remark..
"Hey, wanna see something cool?" Dante suddenly asks.
"What is it?" Lady asks, slightly alarmed.
"Hold these." He grabs the doona, two pillows, the blankets, piling them in Lady's lap as she watches with a raised gentle brow, he then goes to the kitchen and snatches the pot of tea, a bottle of bourbon and coke, and some chips.
"Up for a late-night picnic?" He grins at her.
Lady groans and slaps her forehead.
"I'll take that as a yes." Dante beams.
The rooftop is dark, blanketed by the vast black velvet sky, dotted with stars winking like tiny diamonds, illuminated by the moon's full-phased light. The air is pleasantly cool and the silence is bliss.
Dante lays the blankets on the floor , arranges the pillows and sets down the drinks and the munchies.
Before she can say anything, he scoops her up in his arms, and tenderly lays her down upon the warm covers.
Lady sits up, drawing her knees up to her chest, catching a glimpse of a shooting star.
"It's beautiful up here…" She admits softly.
Dante stretches out next to her, folding his hands behind his head, his eyes fixed up at the moonlit sky.
"Yeah, me and Vergil used to come up here in the summer, mom would make us honey cakes, and we'd just sleep under the stars. It was awesome."
Lady glances over, intrigued by the subtle tremble in the rough silk of his voice, the brief glimmer of tears in his eyes as he stares up.
"I'm sorry." Her words were a whisper.
"I'll get over it. There's no point in dwelling in the past." Dante says, as though trying to convince himself.
"There's no harm in remembering the good times." Lady offers in an unusually soft, sweet voice.
"I guess you're right." Dante says absently, taking a large swig of the bourbon and coke. "So, tell me, how come you don't have a boyfriend?"
"I've got better things to worry about than a boyfriend." She says, sipping her tea. "Besides…to tell you the truth, I'm not overly popular with guys." She adds tensely, slightly flushed.
"Why's that?" He asks curiously, turning to look at her.
"I don't know…They feel they're somehow threatened by me."
"Oh, if that's the case I'm sure they have overlooked something."
Lady smiles slightly, her cheeks turning a soft shade of pink. If this was another guy, she would have taken offence, but she knows he means well.
"What about you? How come you're single?"
"I never said I was." Dante flashes a bright grin.
Her smile vanishes from her doll-like face, replaced by a look of bitter disappointment and sadness.
"I'm with you, babe." He says reassuringly, reaches out and tousles her hair affectionately.
Surprisingly, she doesn't pull back, instead shuffles even a little closer, taking refuge in his presence.
He draws her down to him, then rolls, trapping her underneath him. Lady gasps, startled, feeling his solid weight over her, not crushing her, but rather covering her with his warmth. Instinctively, her legs part, and he lowers himself between them with a stifled groan.
Lady swallows, her heart racing. "Just what do you think you're doing!"
"What does it look like I'm doing?" He drawls, kissing the tip of her button nose, his lips then grazing hers.
Lady frantically slides her hands up his back, one leg wrapping around his waist. He's impossibly hard, and demanding, his thick, throbbing length pressed against her most delicate area, where no man has ever touched before. She wriggles beneath him and slightly raises her hips in an instinctive response to his fierce arousal. The sensation is mind-blowing.
"You're the biggest cock-tease ever!" Dante growls softly, cradling her face in his hands.
Her senses are overwhelmed; confusion and desire merges, taking over her reason.
Dante sucks on her cherry bottom lip, inhaling the sweet fragrance of her clean skin and hair, dying to be inside her, until he was buried fully to the hilt. His tongue pries her lips apart and surges deep into her mouth.
Lady shudders, her tongue emerging shyly to meet and intertwine with his in a long, wet kiss.
Moon's pure silver light bathes the young lovers, causing the shadows to envelope them.
And so begins their brief paradise.