Suffering Sins

Suffering Sins

----Disclaimer----
Don't own Devil May Cry or its characters and its a damned good thing I don't ^^ No profit out of this.....or even close lol

This fanfiction takes place at the end of Devil May Cry 3 (so if you havn't finished the game you might not want to read) but diverges into a different storyline not following the other two games.

This will contain these throughout parts of this story(None in this chapter): Violence, Rape, Incest, Abuse and a serious dose of Angstahol...you have been warned XD


Part One: Rebellion’s Partner

Losing his twin, even after an entire year having past by caused major changes in Dante, the sole surviving member of his family; gone is the revealing and dangerously red-hot jacket as are the tight leather pants. Oh in his youth he did so enjoy showing off his well toned muscled chest, chiseled abs not to mention his nice ass! Not anymore though, the death of his twin soul forced him into modesty, while stealing his innocence. Now he attempts to hide his pain by covering his flesh. Dante now wears loose red jeans, a black formfitting long sleeve shirt with a red denim jacket over it. In remembrance of his lost twin the jacket is far more to his twin's tastes than Dante's more flashy rock star style. One thing the remaining twin does keep is the torn glove he wore the day his brother was brutally and literally ripped from his grasp. Dante would often gaze at his glove and rub the scar underneath that he refuses to let his demon blood heal, thinking of his brother. Not much remains otherwise as a direct link to Vergil, the glove and accompanying scar, the necklace and Dante's memories. Each of them Dante cherishes more than anything else in the world. He spends much time with these objects and memories in fear that one day nothing would remain of his lost half, if that day ever did come Dante knew that his soul would be truly lost and he would just be waiting die to hopefully be one with Vergil in Hell. Dante puts no faith in God, heaven, or Hell, he doesn't belong to any place nor could he imagine a god that could accept having a half-breed devil HA! A smirk settles itself onto Dante's lips just imagining himself in devil form chatting it up with angels...oh no way that he would last two days with his attitude!

Dante shook the thoughts from his head, he has work to do! He runs a business of slaying demons (not like he wouldn't kill them even if he wasn't paid!), with a most fitting name: "Devil May Cry" The name of the shop came from a most interesting Lady, after witnessing Dante's breakdown after losing Vergil for the last time. The name was very fitting since the demons and devils he has fought not a single one has gotten away, so much demon blood was on this half-breed’s hands it was enough to make the even lord of hell cry(if he could).

The past few weeks have been excruciatingly slow in the demon killing business, but Dante has finally received a call this morning by an elderly woman claiming to have found a demon in her attic that she wants dispatched. If it weren't so boring and slow lately he most assuredly would have laughed at the old hag calling her a senile bat, but devil be damned he has been going insane and completely stir crazy with nothing to do but think and re-open old wounds, relive the pain and regret that he couldn't do anything about it. Not one of Dante's more enjoyable past time activities to be sure.

The red half devil sits up from his desk and walks slowly over to his amazing array of weaponry on racks against the wall. His gaze travels from weapon to weapon almost lovingly trying to decide which he would let out to play tonight. His eyes start at the top to gaze upon Rebellion, his oldest and most trusted friend. Yes, he owes too much to this blade to let it rust (not that Dante didn't take care of his weapons devil be damned!) up on the wall. Dante picks it up off the rack reverently staring at is deadly beauty and slowly slides it into its sheath then attaches the sheath to his back.

Now what should he choose as Rebellion's mate for the day's adventure? He looks lower to the three interlocking rods of pure demonic enchanted ice named Cerberus. Those rods have often frozen demons after one touch then blasted them to shards on the ground, Cerberus was indeed Icy Death. Next is Agni and Ruda the twin swords that share the same soul. One Hot and Fiery, the other The Calm Wind---no not those two, they remind Dante far too much of himself and Vergil. They instill jealousy in him for being together while Dante and his twin are separated from joining again in a shared soul. Dante knows that this is a petty reason to not use the twin swords, but he can't bring himself to pick them up so he lets his gaze fall to the beautiful purple guitar Nevan. Dante smirks at his once so rock star like persona. Dante looks away with a shake of his head, there was no way on earth, hell or heaven he was going to take that and look so ridiculous, foolish and immature.

Lastly there is Beowulf sitting on a very elaborate pedestal in the corner, the pair of greaves and gauntlets his brother had used the second to last time they had battled before being interrupted by Arkham....Oh they were very powerful, Vergil had used them to perfection. So graceful and powerful, the weapon was meant for Vergil and Vergil alone. Profound grief strikes Dante at the memories of Vergil's beautiful death-dance using Beowulf in the central chamber of the tower.

Dante walks away from the pedestal and the other weapons grabbing Ebony and Ivory, twirling them around his fingers while sliding them into their holsters on his back.

"Guess you won't be getting much of a partner today Rebellion. Heh, you are a lot like me without a proper dance partner, but I'll be with you buddy, to the very end." With that Dante strolls out of Devil May Cry heading to the next fight in hope of killing demons, real and imagined.


To Be Continued....