Now before you all start shitting bricks don't worry, We can write two fics at a time. Yes, this is a joint fic.

I am srobertson

I am SugarHighBadger

I will have the next chapter of Right The Wrongs up soon.

I don't care because I'm just the idea guy.

But both the fics on this profile are my idea?

But who do you ask constantly for advice?

I like input, and LeafRanger doesn't read Claymore, well I tried getting him to but I don't know how far he's gotten.

I don't like his fics. The fights are good but I hate the pairing.

To those reading this you should know that SugarHighBadger hates Hinata with an unholy passion. He also feels the same way about Orihime.

Damn Skippy!!!

I, however, am not ashamed to admit my status as a NaruHina fanboy.

But you will still bash Orihime right?

Not like some people. (VFSNAKE, I love your fics but could you please make Sasuke at least a decent bad guy. He dies to easily.) If I don't like a character then they will probably be bashed but not in an overly obvious way.

So why did you want to do this fic, I mean, Superior of the InBetween kicks ass.

Claymore is about an all female group of half demons that kill demons. Dante is a cocky half demon who kills demons but is a natural half demon, the Claymores are main character of Claymore is emotionally closed off. Dante (With the exception of DMC2 but that I think could be Dante's Nobody. KH DMC crossover maybe?) on the other hand has no problems with expressing his feelings. He is also a total badass. This is a crossover that was ment to be and I am proud that I get to be the first one to attempt it.

We are all happy for you.

Hey, you'll get your time in the spotlight to. All of your ideas kick ass... even if they do involve Hinata bashing. I mean, that Naruto LOTR crossover idea kicked major ass, also Bleach Prototype, who would have thunk?

I am awesome :)

Well, do you think this fic will be recieved well?

It seems O.K.

I'm worried. Not that many people know about Claymore. To those who haven't read or watched Claymore, do it. The fights kick ass. Also, the characters aren't dressed in skimpy outfits but still look good. There is no sexism. There is nudity though. But that has perpose, it's not like "Hey, look, boobs." I higly recomend it to everyone.

Three Claymore faced off against a male awakened being. The awakened being, a horrifying creature with six arms and an angular face with pointed horns and a hideous mouth filled with sharp teeth and a tongue that it had used to immobilize the leader of the party.

Miria screamed as the awakened being tortured her on the ground. The awakened being cackled as it moved its knife-like tongue through her insides, relishing her screams of pain and agony. It then noticed that the claymore that it had impaled just moments ago was swinging her sword directly at its skull. He rose up one of his arms and caught her around her midsection and held her there.

The claymore struggled fruitlessly in its grasp, unable to free herself. She then suddenly went limp and stopped moving.

"What, I wasn't holding you too hard. Don't tell me your dead already." The awakened being growled. He felt a power surge and looked at the Claymore and saw her features distort as her eyes turned yellow and gained cat like pupils. "Let me go!" She growled menacingly.

Miria, who was still pinned by the creature gasped. "No Clare, don't do it. If you use to much of your youma…" Her voice was cut off as the creature put more pressure in her.

"No, witch, use it all. I would love to see what kind of awakened being you would make." The creature teased.

Clare however had different ideas. She smiled evilly, displaying the shark-like teeth that the youma energy manifested onto her body. She flexed her arms and broke free of the awakened beings grip. As soon as she hit the ground she leapt forwards and swept her sword in a crossways slash that cut the tongue that tortured her comrade in half. Clare then grabbed Miria and in one swift motion pulled the offending object out of her abdomen and carried her to the place that Helen and Deneve lay.

"Clare, how…?" Helen struggled to ask.

"Don't speak." Clare instructed as she turned to face the awakened being.

"You bitch, I'm gonna kill you for this." The creature growled.

"I doubt it." Clare said simply, the effects of the youma energy fading away. She slowly began to walk towards the awakened being, her sword held out to the side.

The awakened being wasted no time in leaping forwards and bearing her to the ground. Pinning Clare's arms and body beneath its weight the awakened being began to pummel her into the ground. Clare's cal expression never changed, even as she was hammered into the ground by the awakened beings punches.

"Why…won't…you…scream?" The creature breathed between each punch. Clare remained silent. With a howl of anger the awakened being hurled her into the cliff beside them and hurled her sword after her. Clare bounced off the cliff before being impaled to the rock with her own weapon. Her expression didn't change.

"Are you dead yet Claymore?" The awakened being growled. "Well I guess I should make sure!" He lifted one of his hands and watched gleefully as the fingers extended and impaled Clare across her body. Clare's expression didn't change. She slumped forewords and appeared to expire, the same expressionless look upon her face.

"Mocking me to the end huh?" The awakened being growled angrily as it extracted its fingers from Clare's body. It turned towards Miria, Helen and Deneve. "Looks like I'll have to let my anger out on you." The three claymores looked on in fear, realizing that there was no escape for them. The awakened being had given them what it had promised, absolute despair. It had allowed it to appear that they had had hope and then taken it away. It was all over.

"Getting better…"

"What!" The awakened being muttered as he turned around to see that Clare's body was missing from the cliff.

"It still wasn't enough however." Came Clare's voice from behind the awakened being. It turned around just as Clare's sword entered his shoulder. Screaming in rage he turned around to see that the Claymore who moments ago had been impaled on her own sword standing before it. No, she wasn't standing, she was floating. The tattered cape that adorned her back had split in two and extended down past her feet like a pair of wings. Her eyes had changed to; the sclera had become black while the iris still retained its silver color. Dark veins extended across parts of her face and hands. She smiled revealing lengthened canines.

"Clare… how…" gasped Helen from where she lay.

Clare turned her head to face Miria, Helen and Deneve. "Stay there, don't move. I'll be done momentarily." She turned towards the awakened being. "Normally I wouldn't resort to this but time has forced my hand."

Miria stared on at her in shock as Clare flew forwards and swung her sword down at the awakened being. Unsurprisingly the creature dodged and attempted to slash her as she went by.

"To slow." Clare whispered as she blurred into existence behind the creature. It started to turn, fear evident in its eyes.

Clare promptly struck its head from it shoulders. The body collapsed, purple blood spurting from the stump that the beings head had once occupied. The three incapacitated claymores looked on in awe as the forty-seventh member of the organization sliced the flying head into pieces with a series of brutal and fast strikes. Soon, nothing but silence filled the air. Clare turned around to face her fellow claymores. They recoiled slightly, obviously frightened by her new appearance and the ease of which she had decimated the awakened being.

"Great job!" Came a voice from atop the cliff. Upon hearing the voice Clare flicked her sword to rid it of any blood. She floated calmly to the ground and sighed as she returned to her normal form, cape shortening and eyes turning white again.

"I'm glad I performed to your standards." Clare called up to the figure which had appeared on top of the cliff. Miria, Helen and Deneve all glanced to the location of the voice and watched in awe as the owner of the voice, a man, jumped from the top of the cliff and landed in front of them. White hair framed blue eyes. A red coat adorned a bare chest and a massive sword hung across the man's back as well as two strangely shaped objects that looked to be some kind of weapons. He looked to be anywhere from eighteen to twenty five and a large smile lay plastered across his features. The most shocking part of it was that the three Claymores sensed an energy signature similar to their own.

"Well I certainly hit the jackpot on this one." He said as he began to walk towards them, a hint of lechery in his voice but not enough to invoke a violent response.

Deneve through a haze of pain thought, who is this guy?

What is this guy? Miria thought.

Oh my God Hotness!!! Helen practically screamed in her head. Clare knows this guy! How could she get that lucky?

"I can guess what you are all thinking," Clare stated, "No he is not a male Claymore. His name is Dante. He saved my life."

City of Rabona: Two and a Half Weeks Earlier…

The man named Dante walked down the road towards the gates of the large holy city. Storing his sword and guns in his own personal inter-dimensional pocket he approached the guard at the gate. Upon giving him a visual inspection and making sure he wasn't carrying any weapons he waved him on through. Dante's mind was elsewhere however. He had located a source of demonic energy similar to his own. The source of said power had disappeared soon after it had gotten close to the gates of the city. Dante only knew of one other half demon in existence, his brother, and this signature didn't feel anything like him. It's aura seemed conflicted, the human side and demonic one battling for supremacy. To Dante this meant one of two things. One, a demonic spirit had possessed a human or two a human had artificially grafted demonic flesh and blood to their own physiology. In the case of the former Dante would attempt to exorcise and kill the demon. In the case of the latter Dante would probably have to kill the person who had bonded themselves with demonic tissue, more out of mercy than anything else. Odds were that the poor soul was slowly being devoured by the demonic presence in their bodies.

Dante reached out for his brother who took his hand and pulled them both into the depths of the demon realm…

Dante and Vergil cut through hordes of demons that surrounded them…

Vergil found the room with the mirrors…

Dante walked through the city. Many people were giving him strange looks. Well, being shirtless and wearing a red leather coat and having silver hair wasn't exactly normal now was in. Looking at the sun in the sky realized that night was soon approaching. He heard guards announcing the curfew so he headed for an inn-like building. He looked back and forth to see if anyone was watching. Seeing no one Dante leapt atop the building. Sitting up against the chimney he waited for night to fall so he could move undetected.

Later That Night…

Dante felt the presence appear right below him as he heard a window creak open. I guess tonight is my lucky night. He watched as a woman, clad in black, leapt out and hopped across the rooftops towards the cathedral. It's a chick to. Watching her set off Dante got to his feet and gave chase but made sure that she wouldn't see him. She leaped through the night with stealth and grace. She defiantly wasn't normal. Dante followed her with noticeably less grace and style but he made up for it in speed and was able to keep up with her easily. Upon her reaching the cathedral Dante watched as she slung a grappling hook around one of the stone beams and swung silently over the heads of the guards below. She's got some moves to. Man did I luck out on this one.

Dante himself was without rope but he did have something that would work. Reaching into the dimensional pocket he pulled out the tripartite nunchaku made of ice, Cerberus. Whirling it around himself he sent out one of the three "chucks" and it embedded itself in the stone of the cathedral. Dante telepathically commanded the chain to retract and it pulled him across the gap between the building he was on and up the side of the cathedral. Upon landing on the side of the cathedral he leapt straight up and came to rest beneath the tallest tower on the cathedral. He settled in and began to eavesdrop. He could pick out two voices, one belonging to the girl he had followed and one that sounded like an older man.

"Youma do not discriminate." Came the woman's voice. "They do not care if God lives inside you, whether you are a man of the cloth or an infidel. We are meat to those creatures." Her voice was flat and devoid of any emotion.

"But…" Came the man's voice.

"As long as your guts are inside you you are fair game to them." The woman's voice continued.

"Look you have to help us, I don't care how much the cost, we will pay it." The man begged.

"I require no money." The women said simply. "Once the job is complete someone from our organization will come by to collect the money and you will give it to them. If I happen to fail in my mission and die in the process you will owe nothing and this youma will continue its slaughter." She paused for a second. "It's possible that the odds may be against me this time around. I have a request for you father as a faithful servant to God."

So she is addressing a priest." Dante thought. She also sounds like she is hunting this youma thing. It must be a demon.

"Request?" The priest asked.

"If I happen to parish while hunting the youma within your cathedral will you promise to take in the boy I brought with me and care for him."

"What?" Came the priest's voice again.

"There is no need for worry." Said the woman in that same emotionless tone. "He's a good boy. His family was killed by a youma and he has no one else to turn to." She paused. "Where ever you could fit him in would be sufficient. Perhaps he could assist the priests or even work in the kitchen?"

"We will take care of the boy. You have my word. And even though a may be a servant of the lord it doesn't excuse my behavior. I should be more concerned with others then myself. Like you, a Claymore, who isn't allowed into our city because she is deemed to be sub-human, appears to be void of selfishness. Your benevolent care for the boy is admirable and is an inspiration to us all." The priest said solemnly.

A Claymore huh. From the sound of things there appear to be more of them. I wonder how many are girls. Dante noted.

"Thank you. I am in your debt." Came the woman's voice again, this time it contained gratitude while it was still flat and devoid of emotion.

She must know that her time is coming. Dante realized. He watched as the girl who he had dubbed in his head as "the Claymore" leap down from the cathedral and land on the rooftop that she had swung to the cathedral from, seemingly unhurt by the fall. She began to leap off into the distance back towards the inn at which she had been staying. Since Dante knew where she would go he jumped up to the place where the priest was. Landing softly he leaned up against the many stone pillars he spoke softly. "You had better be ready to make good on that promise."

The priest turned around abruptly and recoiled in shock. Dante continued without noticing. "You noticed, right? She knows she's gonna die."

"Who are you?" The priest asked, fear evident in his voice.

"I'm not this "youma" if that is what you were wondering." Dante said. "Tell me, did you notice?"

The priest closed his eyes and thought for a moment. "Yes, I did." The priest confirmed. "Who are you?" He asked with a little more urgency.

"I guess you could say I'm something like them." Dante answered.

"Them?" The priest asked.

"These Claymore's you keep mentioning." Dante said. "I'm like them, but their bond with the demonic is artificial and unstable. She is on the verge of losing herself to her demonic side and she knows it. From what I I've been able to tell from listening to you two talk she is a member of similar artificial half breeds that hunts down these youma."

"You're like them?" The Priest asked. "I don't understand. There hasn't been a male Claymore since the beginning of their order."

So they're all chicks. Wahoo! Dante thought happily.

"I'm not one of them." Dante said.

"Well whoever you are, do you intend to help her, can you?" The priest asked. "He walked forwards and grasped Dante's arm. "Please, if you can do anything for her please do. You may not have seen it but her eyes, they contained untold amounts of suffering, please sir you must help her."

Dante looked the priest in the eyes and said, "I'd like to. I just don't know how." Dante then triggered the time rift abilities that he had gained from Grayon the Timesteed and ran and jumped off the tower. Upon hitting the ground he leapt atop the building in front of him and let the power go. To the priest it looked as if Dante had just disappeared. The priest, Father Vincent, sent up a prayer, praying for Clare and praying for the boy that accompanied her.

The next morning…

"You don't have to be human to be a good person." Raki finished. "Is something wrong?" He asked Clare.

"If that man had attacked you I wouldn't have stepped in to help, no matter how hard he beat you. If you're looking to me for kindness I advise you not to bother. I assure you in time you'll find yourself disappointed and hurt." Clare said coldly. She swept past Raki and left the room.

Upon entering the hallway she saw Dante leaning up against the wall outside. What and oddly dressed man. Clare thought. Closing the door she began to walk down the hallway past him. After she got about five feet past him she heard him speak to her. "You shouldn't lie to the kid." Dante said.

Clare turned around to look at Dante. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about you. You're lying to him and yourself." Dante continued his tone harsh.

"What would you know?" Clare asked him, turning around to leave.

"I know quite a lot Miss Claymore." Dante said. Clare turned around quickly. Her eyes found the place he had stood but he was gone, just gone.

Rooftop…

Well, I guess replicating the circumstances is the best I can hope for. Poor girl. Dante lamented. The priest was right; she's hurting and wants to keep it inside. Dante sat contemplating. It's decided, I'm gonna save her, and then all the others I can! Dante stood up. Plus, she has such a nice ass. The more perverted of his mind added. Dante, being himself, found it hard to disagree.

With Dante: Later That Night…

Dante stood on top of Rebellion, his sword up in the ceiling of the Cathedral. He had embedded his sword there a few hours ago and waited for the youma to make its move. Soon enough Clare, being chased by the two guards Galk and Sid. He watched her engage the target and suffer several grievous injuries. When she fell protecting Galk from the youma's blade-like fingers Dante knew it was time to move in. Pulling Rebellion out of the wall he dropped and brought out Cerberus. He landed in front of the two stunned guards and the unconscious Clare. Using its powers of ice he brought up a wall of ice to separate the guards and Clare from the youma.

"Leave now. Take her with you, make sure she gets help." Dante said through the wall. The smaller one with the blond hair, Sid was his name, almost fell over. Galk, the large one, readied his broken sword and in the case of another youma. Dante's voice came through again, "She saved your life, you owe her, now go." The hulking youma began to swing it's arm down and Dante easily stopped it with Rebellion. "I said go!" He turned around and swung his sword at the youma causing it to jump back. The drumming of feet was heard and soon dozens of guards were filing into the room. The youma began to jump away.

"You're not getting away that easily." Dante growled as he leapt up after it. Soon loud gunshots were heard as well as pained screams from the youma.

As soon as the gunshots ended Galk walked over to the downed Clare. Picking her up he began to walk away. "What are you doing Galk?" Sid asked angrily.

Galk turned around. "Look, Claymore or not this woman saved my life. And whatever that thing was that attacked the youma I don't think we can handle it by ourselves." He began to walk again. "You should think about that. If she was really a monster would she have saved us like she did?" He walked out and kept on going.

"Galk wait…!" Sid yelled as he rushed after his partner.

One Day Later…

Raki's head lay on the side of the bed next to Clare's unconscious form. Father Vincent sat in a chair up against the wall. He heard a tapping on the window next to him and he glanced over. "Hey, let me in." He said, knocking on the glass.

"You again." Vincent whispered. He got up and hurried over to the window. He slid it open and Dante climbed through." He looked over at Clare.

"How is she?" He asked.

"Wounded, badly." Vincent whispered. "The wounds appear to be healing but it will take some time."

Dante sighed. "Well that's good to hear."

"Do you know anything about a second youma in the cathedral?" Vincent asked.

"Oh there's no more youma here. I made sure of that." Dante said. "I killed that sucker real good."

Vincent recoiled. "Then you were that creature that interfered last night."

"Bingo." Dante confirmed. "I said I was the natural version of them. That thing, it was nothing."

"But why would you do that?" Vincent asked. "Now the guards will be hunting for you."

Dante smiled. "That was the point." He indicated Clare and Raki. "She wants him to be safe but at the same time she can't stand to care for him."

"But why would you kill the youma and take its place as the hunted one?" Vincent asked.

Dante leaned up against the wall. "When an artificial half-demon or half-youma as you would call it succumbs to their demon side they are usually alone and desperate." Dante then triggered. Looking at Vincent with his glowing red eyes he said, "But I was different. I beat my demon side and took control of it. Take a guess what was different."

Vincent, who had would normally have acted in fear only flinched slightly at the sight of Dante's demon form, responded, "You weren't desperate and alone?"

Dante shook his head. "No, I was desperate and alone. The difference was that I had something to fight for." He returned to his normal form. "Father Vincent, I'm gonna need your help for this."

Vincent asked, "What with?"

"I'm gonna try to replicate the circumstances." Dante said. "I'm going to transform tonight and take the kid." He handed Vincent what appeared to be some kind of green orb. "Five minutes after I'm gone press this two her injuries. It should heal her. Then tell her that a monster has taken the boy. Knowing her she'll probably be able to track the aura I'll leave. I'll lure her to the main chapel and fight her there."

"What will that do?" Vincent asked.

"I'm going to wound her, badly." Dante said. "Then I'm going to taunt her with how I'm going to torture the boy and kill him, eat his guts, typical demon stuff. With any luck she'll take control of her demon side completely and trigger."

"Wound her?!" Vincent whispered in a shocked voice.

"It's the only way, she has to be about to die." Dante said. "She will transform, one way or the other. If she transforms into a demon I'll have to kill her. That's why I told you to make ready to keep your promise." Dante headed back towards the window.

"You should get ready." He said. As he jumped out the window he muttered, "It looks like this is gonna be one hell of a party."

Vincent watched Dante go and turned around. Raki still lay by Clare's side sound asleep. Going over to the young boy he tapped him on the shoulder. Raki's eyes flashed open but he refrained from making any noise. Sitting up slowly he looked at Father Vincent.

"What's going on, did something happen?" Raki whispered.

Father Vincent looked at the young boy and realized that he couldn't lie to the child, not he, not a priest. "Did she have any other weapons then those to short blades?" He asked. "I understand that Claymore's are supposed to carry large swords, do you know where hers is?"

Raki cocked his head at Vincent and said, "It's back at the inn, why?"

"I have a feeling she'll be needing it soon." Vincent said. "You should hurry and retrieve it for her."

Raki nodded and ran out of the room as fast as he could and out the building. "Something's about to happen." Raki muttered to himself. "Something is wrong."

That Night…

Clare's eyes sprung open. She sat up abruptly. She gave herself a once over, she wasn't injured, all her wounds were healed.

"You're awake, thank God." Came Vincent's voice. Clare looked over to see him on the floor, up against the wall. It looked as if he had been punched across the face. Clare jumped out of the bed and ran over to the Priest.

"What happened?" She asked.

"A man in red." Father Vincent gasped. "A man in red came and took Raki."

"A man in red?" Clare asked.

"I know quite a lot Miss Claymore." Dante's voice echoed in her brain.

"Where did he take him?" Clare asked, a touch of franticness entering her voice. "Why would he take him?"

"He was there, the night we talked." Vincent said. "He heard everything. He told me so himself. He said he was going to the main worship area with the boy and if you wanted him back you'd have to come take him. Do you think he was the youma?"

"No." Clare said. "If it was why would it leave me alive and take Raki?" I have to save him.

Clare rose up to leave. "I'm going, stay here."

"Wait, Raki… he brought your sword." Vincent said, raising an arm to weakly indicate the statue that served as a concealing device for the sword.

Clare crossed over to it and smashed the head of the statue against the wall. The thin skin of porcelain fell away revealing the naked blade of Clare's sword. She grasped it and ran from the room.

Cathedral, Main Sanctuary…

Dante, with Rebellion across his back and Ebony & Ivory on their holsters, finished tying Raki's hands behind his back. Capturing him had been a simple affair. He used Nevan, the bizarre guitar scythe that came from the soul of a demonic succubus of the same name, to deliver an electric shock much like a shot from a taser. Dante then summoned up Doppelganger the Deathvoid from the depths of his mind, or heart, or wherever the shadow spirit lived when Dante wasn't using him. The shadow demon appeared besides Dante and cocked its head at him as if to say, "You need something?"

Dante indicated the boy and said, "I'm gonna need you to form a second skin over the boy. I'm probably gonna have to cut him, and by that I mean you, up a bit."

The Doppelganger gave Dante a "Do I have to?" look and Dante shot it a glare so it moved over to where Raki sat unconscious on one of the pews and phased into him.

"Make sure to mimic his movements exactly. When I lop of a limb make sure to scream real loud, even if he doesn't." Dante said. He then took the glass of water that he had sat on the pew next to Raki and splashed it onto his face.

Raki's eyes flashed open as the cold water hit his face. He spluttered for a second. He then realized that his hands were tied behind his back. "What, what am I doing here?" He cried frantically and tried to stand up only for Dante to push him back down onto the pew. "What who are you? Why are you doing this?"

Dante looked at him, trying to put on his best evil face and said in a tone of voice that more resembled his brother's, "Shut up and stay there brat." Dante then leaped up into the rafters.

It was right at that moment that Clare ran into the room. Seeing Raki ran across the room. To Raki's side. Stabbing her sword into the ground she reached for the ropes that bound Raki's wrists.

"Clare, above you!" Raki yelled frantically, Doppelganger mimicking him exactly.

Clare turned around to see Dante standing right behind her. She aimed a punch at his face which Dante simply leaned backwards to avoid. Clare used the momentum of her punch to turn around and aim another punch at Dante with the same arm. Dante grabbed her forearm with almost no effort and then hurled her across the room. Clare hit the wall, sending spider webbing cracks across the stone surface. Clare shakily got to her feet; her sword thudded into the wall beside her head.

"Come on. That can't be it. And here I was hoping to get some fun out of you." Dante mocked. "Come on babe, you can do better.

Clare pulled her sword out of the wall. "Who are you?" She asked, her voice like ice, "Where is the youma I was sent to kill?"

Dante laughed and stamped his foot, from the height of the ceiling fell a huge block of ice, encased in it was the hulking youma. "You mean this thing?" He asked. The ice hit the floor and shattered, freeing the youma. The youma slowly got up and upon seeing Dante it let out a howl of rage.

"You bastard. I'll get you for what you did to me." The youma growled. It began to charge at Dante. It swung one of its large arms at Dante. Dante easily sidestepped it. Dante then kicked out with such force that it cut the youma's arm in half.

"Is that all you have. I mean really, I don't even have to use my sword." Dante taunted.

"I'll kill you!!!" The youma howled. It swung its remaining arm down at Dante. Dante caught its massive fist with his left arm. He then hurled the youma across the room. It went through several rows of pews before finally coming to a stop. Dante jumped into the air and came down in an axe kick that crushed the youma's throat.

"Well that was disappointing." Dante said as he pulled out Ivory and shot the youma through the head.

He defeated that youma with his bare hands. What is he? Clare thought frantically. And that weapon. It seems to be able to fire some kind of projectile.

"Come on. Don't you want to save the kid?" Dante asked as he hefted Rebellion from his back. Pointing it at Clare. "Defeat me and he's yours."

Clare didn't hesitate as she yanked her sword from the wall. She charged across the room and took a two handed swing at Dante. Dante used Rebellion to block her sword. Clare leaped back and tried a lunging stab. Dante twisted to the side, dodging easily.

It's no good. He's not even trying. Clare realized. Well, no avoiding it, I have to use yoki.

Clare's eyes turned yellow and catlike and her face began to distort. 30% Release

Clare swung with much faster speed at Dante. Dante was now appearing making an actual effort.

"Wow, you can use your demon power." Dante laughed. From what I can see she's using about a third of it. I need to push her further.

Dante brought out Ebony & Ivory and opened fire. He made sure to aim for nonlethal places but Clare had already seen what a gun could do and managed to dodge out of the way. Dante noticed that her body had begun to distort as well. 50% Release

Dante began to swap between Ebony & Ivory and Rebellion. Clare twisted and struck. Desperately trying to land a hit. Dante evaded or blocked every strike she used.

I need more power! Clare thought. Dante brought his sword around and smashed her in the midsection with the flat of the blade, knocking the wind out of her and throwing her across the room.

Clare struggled to get up as Dante calmly walked over to Raki, who was trembling in fear. "Maybe you need a little motivation." Dante said cruelly as he hefted Rebellion and began to stab Raki's left shoulder. Doppelganger used his illusionary powers to make it appear as though Dante's sword was piercing his shoulder when in reality it was going into the space between Raki's arm and body. Doppelganger mimicked Raki's voice and screamed in "pain."

"Maybe I should take an ear next?" Dante asked.

Clare didn't answer as she blurred into existence behind Dante. She swung her sword violently at Dante's head. Dante ducked and dodged backwards but Clare was on him in an instant, hammering away at his guard with intense brutality.

80% Release: Theoretical point of no return.

Clare screamed as her body began to contort and began to change.

"No, Clare!!!" Raki cried helplessly as he watched the Claymore's aura expand.

Clare let out a final scream as her aura exploded. Dante leaped backwards and landed by Raki. Kicking the pew Raki was on Dante watched in satisfaction as it slid into one of the walls and aligned up against the wall. "Sit and watch kid, things just got interesting." Dante laughed.

The aura dispersed revealing a much changed Clare. Her legs had become hock jointed like a horses with Blades near the joints. Her torso had become almost unrecognizable due to the muscle that had appeared. Her arms had turned into giant claws with blades almost as long as four feet. Surprisingly her head had stayed the same. Still hideous and distorted from the yoki but still recognizable as human.

99% Release

Clare charged with blindingly speed at Dante, having abandoned her sword due to her inability to hold it with her claws. Dante sidestepped at the last moment and Clare hit the wall. Clare pushed herself off the ground and charged again, swinging wildly. Dante dodged again and she hit yet another wall. This process repeated itself several times. She's gotten faster. Her attacks aren't as good anymore though. She's still fighting against the demon inside her instead of transforming completely. Her body is out of her control but her mind is still hers. Now, I just have to snap her out of it.

"Well, it looks like you went demon on me." Dante mocked. "I thought that it would at least make you stronger but I was having a harder time with you before this." Clare charged him again and he jumped strait up and when she passed mere inches underneath him he kicked her in the back of the head. Clare fell to the ground and skidded to a stop.

Dante walked over to Raki who was trembling in fear. Dante raised Rebellion and said, "Maybe you need some motivation. This time I take an arm."

Dante swung Rebellion down and cleaved the pew in half, taking a large chunk of the wall out behind it as well. Once again Doppelganger did his job and made it appear as Raki's left arm had been severed. Raki let out a loud yelp, more out of fear then pain.

Clare, upon hearing Raki's pain tried to push herself up again. "Raki…" Came Clare's grossly distorted voice.

Inside Clare's Mind…

Clare hung in her mind, crucified and naked across a twisted image of her own Claymore sigil. The only thing keeping her from loosing herself completely was the desire to save Raki.

"Are you motivated yet?" Came Dante's taunt.

Clare watched, a prisoner in her own body, as she rose to try to attack again. She raised her claws and was about to charge when Raki's voice interrupted her. Doppelganger altered its pitch to appear week and strained. "Clare, stop… please stop."

Clare's head turned slowly and painfully to see Raki painfully sprawled across the ground. Blood pouring from the stump of his severed arm and the stab wound in his left shoulder.

"Clare, you don't have to fight anymore. Not for my sake." Tears were pouring down his face. "You took me in when no one else would. You saved me." He choked back a sob. "You don't have to do anymore for me. The time I spent with you was the best in my life." He began to drag himself across the floor using his chin. "I don't want you to die because of me."

Clare's eyes widened and her eyes flickered back to silver for a second, a change that Dante noticed. The kids almost done it. Now I just have to finish it. Dante walked forwards towards Clare. "Well isn't that touching?" Dante said. "Well, maybe kid." He pulled out Ebony and pointed it at Raki's head. "Maybe I'll have to make you live up to that promise."

"No! No! No?" Clare growled as she fought against the bonds that held her. I have to save him. I need more power!!!

Real World…

Dante felt the release of power. "Well, she did it." He whispered happily as Clare blurred into existence in front of him. What he saw before him was something he didn't expect. His demonic side cried out with primal need. One thought went through Dante's head as he was impaled through the chest with the devil arm that Clare's triggering had manifested. She's Beautiful…

Clare bore Dante to the floor and left him impaled there with the sword stuck about a foot into the stone beneath him.

Clare stood above him. Raki gasped at the form she had taken. Then, arcane symbols flashed in the air around her and the devil form dispersed. Clare fell, naked, to the floor unconscious.

"Clare. You did it." Raki said happily.

"Yes, she defiantly did." Came Dante's voice. Raki gasped in horror as Dante floated up the length of the sword, blood spurting everywhere, and off it.

"How. Nothing could survive that." Raki whispered. What kind of youma is he?

Dante crossed the distance between them and said, "Alright, you've done your job." Raki saw what appeared to be black smoke cross his field of vision and saw the form of the doppelganger appear before it. Dante made a high low five motion and the doppelganger mimicked it and faded back into smoke which adhered to Dante and disappeared.

"What was that thing?" Raki asked.

"A friend of mine." Dante said as he slashed the bonds off Raki's hands with Rebellion. "Can you stand?"

Without waiting for Raki's response he went over to Clare's prone form. Taking off his coat he wrapped her in it. Dante felt his face heat up. What the hell. Dante mentally slapped himself. Come on. You've been around a lot of naked women. Get yourself together. He kicked Clare's sword, the devil arm, out of the stone. As it tumbled through the air he saw that it resembled Rebellion in many ways. The main differences were that its hilt had a closed-mouth skull that sat atop the blade instead of the blade atop it. Its grip also had vine-like filigree etched into it. The cross guard was also out at a strait rather than at an angle like Rebellions. The blade itself was tapered slightly until it reached the end where it dipped slightly into two indentations before carrying on until it the ends turned into a triangular tip. Dante turned his back so the blade entered the portal to his storage dimension.

"Where are you taking her? Why are you doing this?" Raki asked frantically.

"Go find Father Vincent and meet me at the top of the highest tower." Dante said. "Tell him that Dante said that he doesn't have to keep his promise after all." Dante then summoned Nevan and triggered. He then used the forms wings and flew straight up. Upon reaching the height of one of the stained glass windows he flew strait at it and just as he was about to hit it he and Clare transformed into bolt of lightning that made a small hole in the window. Once outside Dante and Clare reformed and Dante shot up into the sky and landed upon the same tower that he had first met Vincent and made his decision to help Clare. Dante settled down and untriggered.

Dante laid Clare against the side of the wall and then pulled her new sword out of his storage dimension. I wonder if calling it hammerspace would be copyright infringement. Oh what the Hell, they probably don't have lawyers here anyway. Dante impaled her sword into the stone and leaned Clare up against it. Dante then impaled Rebellion into the stone across from her and sat down and leaned up against it.

"That was one hell of a party." Dante muttered.

And done...

For those of you who are wondering, how does Dante moves. He runs like Alex Mercer but without the ground exploding.

Prototype Kicks Ass!!!

That it does. That it does. Also, Clare's devil arm. It is the DMC2 form of Rebellion. As for the Trigger summon thing. Rebellion awakened when Dante triggered for the first time. I imagined that every demon and half demon has a devil arm that is a manifestation of their spirit. I need a name for Clare's. Also, Clare's transformation is a partial devil trigger. It made it's appearence in the DMC3 manga. Her full transformation will be revealed later.

What about Raki, will he do anything?

I actually plan on making him useful before the timeskip. He will use the dental floss of death and become a badass. Not on the level Dante or Clare but still able to help.

What's Vergil up to?

I thought long and hard about that. I will explain his whereabouts and how Dante got to where he is in flashbacks. I'll say this. Vergil is off doing Vergilish things with a certian organization that deals with the supernatural and satanic threats. It also has more violence and blood then you can shake a hepatitis B test at. I'll make a mention of the first person to guess it.

Oh, I know. It's the following text is missing.

You don't count.

Poopy...

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