When Dante is taken to an underground arena where he is forced to fight for his freedom. He is saved by his brother and a demon named Cellist.
I do not own any rights to Devil May Cry and its characters only the story which comes from my imagination and love of the franchise.
The door to Devil Ma Cry swung open allowing the violent wind from the storm outside to slam it close behind the new arrival. The stranger glanced around the store lowering her hood on the light tan jacket she was wearing. Her delicate face made a look of disgust at seeing the leftover beer bottles and pizza boxes littering the floor along with other piles of trash. She spotted the owner of the shop leaning back in an old armchair with his head buried in a dirty magazine.
The man was dressed in black jeans and a crimson long sleeve dress shirt. A red trench coat hung on the chair behind him. His long white hair hung low over his face hiding the blue eyes. “Mr. Dante Sparta, I presume? Despite your sloth nature, I was told to come here and speak with you. I have a demon investigation that needs your urgent attention,” The woman explained, after clearing her throat, seeing that she had the man’s attention at last.
Dante heard the woman enter the store reading her aura. She was a normal human though he placed her as the rich type by her over sprayed perfume. He watched the woman from under the magazine taking in the expensive looking jewelry along with the latest style of fashion. Hearing the woman address him Dante sighed putting the magazine down realizing that he could no longer ignore her. “I’m surprised you didn’t get robbed on the way in here lit up like a Christmas tree. Look babe, I’m not sure what your friends told you while you were sipping tea in your estates, but I only hunt the creatures that go bump in the night. If you’re so-called demon is a loan shark or gang members looking for some fun time, you got the wrong guy for the job,” Dante explained, going back to what he was reading.
“I was warned that you lacked manners Mr. Sparta, though I didn’t realize I would be so poorly handled by someone in despite need of a job. The vile beings I’m referring to were demons they killed my friend and I fear that I may be next, since they seem to feast upon those of us who are rich for no apparent reason. I can pay you anything you wish Mr. Sparta. All I ask in return is that you kill this creature for me,” Shekel explained, seeing the grin appear on the hunter’s face climbing to his feet.
“Wait right here, babe. I’ll be right back,” he noted, gathering his belongings.
Shakel watched Dante walk through the storm before she pulled the necklace from around her neck using the sharp stones to cut her wrist, making a pool of blood on the floor. Soon the pool of blood was large enough before an image appeared in the center.
“You were right that half breed son of Sparta, will do anything for a damsel in distress. He’s heading for the trap as we speak master, and shall be yours as soon as he steps foot inside my home,” Shekel explained, shedding her meat suit and leaving it on the shop floor.
Dante glanced up at the old two-story home or what was left of the estate. The once light blue house was now a dull gory husk with the paint peeling and hanging front the wood like stretched skin, showing the gaping wounds underneath. The upper windows were caked in dust while those on the ground floor was either broken or covered with nailed plywood. It no longer had a chimney but a few broken bricks hovering over a tent on the verge of collapsing.
He stood under what was left of the awning on the porch leaping up onto it not daring to walk on the sunken steps. “Damn, and here I thought from the babe’s appearance I would be fighting the devil in a mansion. Oh well, I guess I should be used to this by now,” Dante muttered, shaking the rain out of his hair, drawing twin pistols before stepping inside. Pointing his guns out in front of him, Dante slowly walked through the building as he watched his step making sure he didn’t step on any rotting wood.
Dante entered what he assumed would be the living room, using the standard outline most houses were built in. Trash and papers littered the floor carrying the stale stence common in rooms that were not used for a few months. The dust was heavy in the air his footprints leaving deep prints in the dust like snow that covered the ground.. Sending his senses throughout the house he realized that he had been sent on a wild goose chase as there was nothing there. “Figures I should had known someone as rich as her was just looking for a good laugh. At least I’ll get paid for wasting my time here.” Dante muttered putting his guns away. Not sure what to do he decided to finish searching the rest of the house to see if maybe he had missed something.
Dante jumped up the staircase leading upstairs knowing that the steps that remain wouldn’t hold his weight. He wandered the hallway coming to a stop when he reached the master bedroom and kicked the door open with his guns at the ready. He glanced around the room noticing that this one was bare as well moving further into the room. When he reached the center of the room the door slammed shut behind him.
An intense pain had brought him to his knees. Glancing up he saw the walls which were faded white became covered with demonic text upon his presence. Cursing at seeing that he had fallen for a trap. Dante tried to use Rebellion to climb to his feet only to feel something slam into his back knocking him to the ground.
“Sorry devil boy, but you’re not getting out of this that easily. My master will make a lot of money off you and wants to make sure that you come along quietly. Of course, I never thought it would be this easy to capture you,” A female voice called out mockingly. Dante had raised Ebony behind him and fired at the girl before using Ivory to shoot at the wall.
Shekel sighed at seeing the half devil’s pathetic attempt to fight her even if his attack had taken her by surprise feeling the bullet bury itself deep inside her left shoulder. Sighing in annoyance, she removed the bandages letting the rotting limb fall to the ground before she strolled around to face the slayer knowing that his bullets alone wouldn’t be able to break her master’s spell.
Dante started coughing trying hard not to gag on the smell of rotting flesh that filled the room. His limbs felt so heavy from the demonic symbols seeing someone standing in front of him. The woman was covered from head to toe in bandages allowing a pair of black eyes to peek out from underneath. The symbols on the wall glowed a faint red matching the same symbols on her body.
“I apologize for my appearance, but I can’t last very long in a human body since they rot too quickly. I know being the devil slayer that you are Dante that you heard of underground fighting going on in the underworld. My master oversees this little sport and wishes for you to fight for him. Of course, he knew that you would say no to this, so we had to trick you into coming here. It’s amazing what you’ll do for a pretty face and the woman was just a greedy mortal that thought I would give her more power,” Shekel explained, reaching her hand out to stroke his face amused by the look of disgust. Crawling backwards to avoid her hand.
“So, a talking corpse is telling me that I have to act like a good boy for your master while demons pay him to watch me fight? No thanks, babe. You can tell him this when you go back to hell,” Dante cried, making a mad grab for the giant sword known as rebellion on his back. His sword slammed down on the corpse only for it to hit a shield that appeared out of nowhere.
The force threw Dante against the opposite wall knocking him unconscious. Shekel glanced toward the closed door seeing a portal was open as she fell to her knees in front of a tall devil that was wearing a black suit as his grey hair was slicked back from his forehead as his face was covered with scars.
He walked into the room ignoring the girl and came to a stop in front of the fallen slayer kicking Dante with his black loafers to make sure that the half devil couldn’t try and attack him. “I see that even with my wards he was still a match for you, my pet. It’s a good thing I came in time otherwise, you would be nothing more but a pile of dust,” Ivir explained, snapping his fingers before two greed’s appeared and dragged Dante through the portal. He bent down to pick up the fallen bandages touching Shekel’s left arm repairing the damage. “Come along, my pet. We have a match to oversee and we need to inform them of our newest fighter,” Ivir explained, as Shekel climbed to her feet before following her master through the portal.