I don't own any characters of Devil May Cry game series.

This is my first DMC story in English. I'll try to do the best I can with my English as a Finnish lady and I hope I can keep my story near the characters' personalities. This will be the story of DMC's and my own characters. It's fully my kind of story so may be there's no much the same kind of action than in the game. I hope that's going to be fine with everyone who will read my story. This is more like the daily life of humans except there are some big bad demons, too. I'm not good to explain things, so I hope my story will do it instead of me :)

Thanks for Veronica helping me with my story. It's going to help me a lot, too :)

Chapter 1. The beginning

The cold and rainy night air of the town parted for the young man as he walked along the street. His blue clothes were soaked through and a strong cold wind blew against his face. His white hair had been washed down out of its normal style, all because he had to find his brother. He didn't even wanna think about it, he didn't understand why he agreed to go look for him in the first place. Was it because of them, or because really he had no choice? Either ways does it really matter? He came to the corner of some kind of bar and saw a few booze hounds were sitting on the bench in front of it. He walked towards them and one drunkard raised his eyes at him. He waited there watching them for a while, thinking twice before he decided to state his business.

"Do you know where the Demon Slayer lives…?" He asked as peacefully as always.

"Who's asking...?" One of them said and hiccupped.

"A friend…" he said.

The men were looking at him curiously, trying to figure out who the stranger might be. They took in his white hair and blue clothes, even his sword but they were too drunk to connect the dots.

"You do have some money, don't you… Boy?" The other man asked.

"I see… So you wanna have something as reward…" he said, figuring he should have known.

"The law of the streets…" one said, trying to look serious.

"… Right…"

"Do we have a deal?" The man said, wondering if this boy was rich.

"I don't have much money if that's what you're thinking… I might pay you few cents so you'll get another beer"

"What about my pals?"

"I'll pay to the person who tells me where the Demon Slayer lives, Okay?"

"Just go to that direction and his agency will be on your right" a man said, stretching out his hand for the money.

"How far?"

"Not so far from here…"

"Oh… Really…" he said rhetorically. That wasn't surprising.

The drunks were nodding and he had no other choice than to pay those few cents he promised. Leaving them to fight over the money he continued on his way to the agency.

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Elsewhere another white-headed young man was having a lonely night, playing pool and fighting with his old jukebox. Somehow he had killed all the demons in the town in two months. His phone has been too quiet since then. He needs some action but nothing ever happened in the town anymore and all the young girls had moved off, too. There were only a few people left and most of them were those chumps drinking every day and night. Turning off the jukebox, he threw his cue on the pool table and headed to bathroom to take a shower.

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He walked along the street wondering where that agency could be. He knew he can't fully trust in a drunkard but he hoped this was the right direction. If not, he'll go back. After crossing few streets on his way he saw some kind of colorful lights between the buildings. Walking towards the lights his instincts told him that was the place. In front of the building he looked up to see what's written above the entrance. A "Devil May Cry" sign was shining out against the dark night.

"You've got to be kidding, little brother"

He walked to the door and opened it. It was quiet inside and, messy. This really seems to belong to his brother, he's always messy. The guest walked around the room. His brother sure knows how to furnish, dead demon heads, pool table, drums, desk and phone, no carpets nor curtains and then... That jukebox... Was it really the same jukebox? He was so deep in his thoughts he didn't hear when a door opened at the far end of the room and a familiar-faced person came through it.

"And just when I thought I'll never see you again…" a familiar voice said to the one standing next to jukebox.

"And I thought I'll never have to look for you…" the guest said.

"Look for me? Ouch… That's got to hurt you Vergil…"

"If I only had another choice but to come here I could be much happier now"

"So tell me... Why are you here?

"I'm here… And I'm wet, because those two girls want you to be the hero of the city…"

"Don't say…"

"You love the girls, don't you Dante?"

"Of course I do... So is there someone special for you, Vergil?" Dante said with a grin on his face.

"That's none of your business…"

"Sorry, you're the boss"

"Are you going to help those two girls?" Vergil asked, looking at the jukebox.

"What I have to do to help?"

"Nothing particular… Just work for them, or for red-head's father" Vergil said, knowing Dante couldn't oppose this.

"Red-headed, girl?" Dante asked.

"A cute one… So, are you in? Vergil asked, grinning to his brother.

"Maybe… Where to?" Dante asked and putting on his red coat, took his sword and guns, before walking to his brother with a smile on his face.

"Don't look so miserable, I'm sure it's going to be fun…"

"Yeah, right… Do you even know where are you going?" Vergil asked.

Dante turned around at the doors and smiled.

"I don't have to, I'm sure you know where you came from, just take me there…"

"Have I told you lately I don't like you?" Vergil asked and followed his brother.

"I don't even remember how many times…" Dante said.

They left Dante's agency and headed to north. It's been a long time since they have walked together but still neither of them says a word as they left the town behind. Outside the town was a helicopter waiting for them. Vergil went straight in the helicopter but Dante stayed back. This town was the first place for years he had felt like home. And again, as so many times before, he had to leave his home behind when this helicopter takes him to a new bigger city.

"Are you coming or not?" Vergil shouted.

Dante looked behind for the last time and ran to the helicopter.

"Did you really think you could leave without me?"

"No, I can't…. Even if I want to…" Vergil said and turned his face away.

The helicopter rose into the air with the twins and took them a way to the city of Loma.

The end of Chapter 1. I hope I'm not a very bad writer and that my story seems to be interesting. :)