D.M.C. Mission One (Devil May Cry AU)

Mission 1 [Demons. Mayhem. Soap.]


Mallet Island
9:35 P.M.
Gloomy shadows from the tenebrous clouds restricted the light of the moon as it hung over the bustling island city of Mallet. Sounds echoed through every nook and cranny, from the busy Times Square and entertainment district, to the dark and grimy back alleys where a man in a long red and black coat calmly and quietly strolled down, his hands in his pockets.

His face, obscured by the hood he wore, lit up slightly from the electronic cigarette resting between his lips, revealing blue eyes and shiny platinum hair. He took a drag, pausing when he found himself in front of a bar with a flickering neon sign that said, "Redgrave's Bar and Lounge". This is the place.

Opening the door revealed the partially run down old club, a soft layer of smoke hanging in the air, the place fairly packed with humans and demons who came here to drink their fill and play pool. The man pulled his hood away and ran his fingers through his white hair, letting it fall back. This caught the attention of a chubby older man with a comb over and moustache, the man standing and fixing his company polo shirt.

"Dante, my boy!" the man began, "What did I tell you about them cigarettes." He motioned Dante to come closer to the bar and take a seat.

"Don't worry Tony, it's an electronic one. I'm quitting. I took your advice and thought I might as well get rid of one of the things that try to kill me on a daily basis."

"Good on ya, lad. I believe you can do it. Come on over here and I'll pour you a drink."

"Not tonight Tony, I've got some business I gotta take care of, so I can't afford to get drunk. Need to earn some extra cash to pay off some debt." Dante started to tap his fingers on the counter, watching as one of the cute bartenders came from the back. With red skin and dark curly black hair, the demonic beauty always attracted attention like moths to a flame.

"You're always stuck in debt."

"Well, you know me Tony. I'm in so much debt I can practically start a government," chuckled Dante still keeping his eye on the cute demon bartender behind the counter. Dante waved at her, "Hey Mischa. How are you doing tonight?"

"Dante, before you start, I am really not in the mood for your dumbass antics tonight."

"Whoa slow down babe, I'm not drunk this time. Why you always gotta play hard to get?"

Mischa whipped around so fast her tail almost knocked down a bottle of vodka. "Dante, I have PMS and a handgun. Are you sure you really want to bug me tonight?"

"Geez, fine." Dante turned back to Tony and smiled, "She'll come around; she digs me."

"Obviously," laughed Tony while shaking his head.

"Anyway Tony, let's get down to business. I've heard of a demon with a good price on his head has been hanging around these parts, and I need to take him down. He goes by the name of Barbariccia. Got any info?"

Tony poured a drink for the stumbling, drunken demon dancing to the skipping music on the jukebox on the other side of the counter, and turned back to Dante. "You're talking about The Beast my boy."

"The Beast?"

"Yeah, it's the nickname he goes by at the underground fight club located at club Malebolge. I hear he's pretty good."

"Not as good as me. Hmm, would he be at the fight club right now?"

"Should be. Him and his posse rolled up in here earlier tonight. I overheard them talking about a fight."

"Well, he just got himself a new challenger. I'm gonna need my guns if things go a little south. You fixed 'em up yet?"

"Oh yeah, good as new. Come around the back over here and I'll show you. Mischa, be a dear and watch the front for a sec." Tony and Dante walked around the back through the swinging doors, and into a room filled with gun-smith tools and alcohol. Tony reached in to a drawer under the table where he pulled out two pistols, one black, and the other silver.

"Here ya go, mah boy. Ebony and Ivory should be better than ever. Took me a while to remove that demon's claw that got lodged in the chamber, but I got it out and made sure the girls looked pretty."

Dante analyzed the craftsmanship, seeing his reflection almost perfectly clear on the side of the firearm. He twirled them around his fingers, enjoying himself; juggling them back and forth between his hands always brought a smile to his face. He then aimed the guns towards the shelf and let off two shots at a couple of vodka bottles sitting there. Thanks to Dante's precision, they exploded on the first attempt.

Tony crossed his arms with annoyance written across his face. The room began to reek of alcohol, "You're paying for that, you know."

"Whoops, my bad," Dante said, smiling as he set the two guns in their holsters behind his back.
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Malebolge Fight Club
10:17 P.M.

Dante struggled through the crowds of demons partying and celebrating the fights that were going on. These things were apparently popular. Dante was beginning to feel annoyed as he tried to make his way towards ringside, after already side stepping at least three puddles of vomit. He was shoved suddenly from behind by a drunken fat guy, causing him to stumble into a demon holding a beer, the drink spilling all over him.

"What the fuck, man? You got this shit all over me! I ought to fuck you up right now!" he yelled furiously, grabbing Dante by the collar of his jacket. The demon could hardly keep his grip, as he tried to focus on Dante's face with bleary, intoxicated eyes.

"Um......hey look a dolphin!" The demon turned around, Dante taking advantage of his momentary confusion, and slipping away though the crowd, making his way quickly to ringside.

"Pfft, how do you fall for that?" He giggled to himself. Dante finally made it to his destination, only to have blood spray in his face without warning. As Dante wiped it off, he looked to his side where he saw a demon's head implanted in the wall, the victor having just knocked it clean off with his fist. Still alive, the demon's eyes peered at Dante, his attention caught by his wide-eyed expression.

"Whatchu looking at, man?" The demon's head slowly slid down the wall leaving a trail of blood before it hit the floor. Turning his gaze away, Dante looked up at the ring, eyeing the buff, shirtless, demon with red tribal tattoos and gray-colored skin celebrating there, his bald head gleaming in the club's dim light. The demon roared victoriously, flailing his fist about in the air.

The crowd was going wild. The announcer, a short demon with a crew cut and aviator glasses, just barely managed to raise his voice above the din, even with the mic blaring at full volume.

"Woooooooooo baby! The Beast has claimed another victim tonight. Is there anyone out there who can stop this monster and end the streak?"

"I can! The name's Dante."

Everyone in the club turned around to face Dante, who was now standing on top of the gate surrounding the ring with a microphone in hand. "So, if you would be so kind as to get out of the way Michael Buffer I'd really appreciate it."

"Just who in the fuck do you think you are kid? You think you can just walk into my club, demanding to be in the roster?"

"Eeeeyep. So, unless you want me to kick your ass too, I suggest you move. Barbariccia is mine." Dante tossed the mic behind him on the floor and pointed at his opponent, smiling.

"Kid, I don't-" the announcer was cut off by Barbariccia picking up the mic, his gaze not leaving Dante for even a second. "If you've got a death wish I'll gladly fulfill it."

"Great, let's do this," Dante clapped his hands and jumped in to the caged ring. "You know, I was gonna just hurry up and get this over with my way but, considering we're in a fight club and these people paid good money to see a fight, I'll play by your rules Barbie."

Dante grabbed a pair of fingerless fight gloves, securing them nice and tight before bringing his fists together. Noticing his jacket was still on he took it off, revealing his red and black sleeveless undershirt. He tossed it towards a demon girl who was eyeing him and winked at her, "Can you hold this for me beautiful?"

Dante then turned back towards his opponent. The Beast cracked his neck and fingers, ready to fight. "You have no idea what you're getting into."

"Are we gonna chit chat or fight? Bring it, Barbie."

Barbariccia, now annoyed, charged at Dante full speed, his fists clenched as he prepared to make a devastating downward blow. Dante jumped off the gate, sailing over his enemy's shoulders at the last second. Barbariccia ended up punching the floor, a prominent indentation of his fist forming in the cold, hard concrete.

"Whoops, looks like you missed," Dante mocked. The Beast then swung his arm around for a backhanded punch, Dante dodging quickly and positioning himself low, sprung upward, delivering a savage uppercut. "Shoryuken!"

Dante felt Barbariccia's teeth clash when his fist connected just under his chin. Suddenly, Dante felt a knee to his abdomen, the attack sending him flying across the ring. "Goddamn, strong fella aren't we."

"I will rip your head clean off, you punk ass kid!" Barbariccia ran again at Dante. Dante propped himself up and rolled to the left of the Beast, coming around with a sweeping kick. Still on the ground, Dante quickly flipped over, locking his opponent in an arm bar.

"Say uncle! Oh, shit…"

Barbariccia stood up, Dante still clinging to his arm like a monkey on a branch. Letting go, he launched into the air once more, boosting himself off of the demon's head. Landing next to him, Barbariccia faced Dante, only to be greeted by a barrage of punches to the stomach and a horse kick to the edge of the fenced ring.

The crowd looked shocked, but impressed. Some of the cheering went in favor of Dante. He looked back at the girl holding his jacket, catching a quick glimpse of her exposed breasts as she smiled coyly back at him. With his attention diverted, he didn’t see the attack coming until it was too late. Pain exploded through his jaw when a massive fist connected with his left cheek, knocking him down.

"Aww, come on man. Couldn't you see she was showing me some boob?”

"I grow tired of your attitude. It is time you die!"

"You're just mad because she showed me her tits, and not you."

"ARGHHHHHGHHH!" Barbariccia furiously charged at Dante like a raging bull. Dante stepped back, giving himself enough room to jump off the fence to deliver a roundhouse to his opponent’s face. Barbariccia stumbled backwards, Dante wasting no time as he bounded from the gate once again, delivering a powerful right hook that sent teeth flying.

The Beast hit the ground hard, causing a collective gasp from the audience. Dante stood straight up, admiring his work while cracking his knuckles. Barbariccia slowly sat up, wiping the blood from his mouth and spitting out a loose tooth. "No more games, boy. You will die."

Barbariccia ran towards the side of the arena, pulling a giant axe with a skull motif from over the guard rail.

"Hey, don't be such a bitch and get weapons. This is supposed to be hand to hand. That's cheating." The demon jumped up with the massive axe, ready to come down for a killing blow. "You asked for it."

A sword began to materialize behind Dante's back, forming from streams of magical flame. As the axe fell closer, Dante swung the sword around in a horizontal arc, blocking the downward strike. The two clashed, inches apart as they stared one other down, their weapons locked together.

"Ugh, your breath freaking stinks, dude. There's this invention called toothpaste you know," muttered Dante as the two broke away from each other. Dante swung the sword around and planted it over his shoulder. Barbarccia stared down at Dante with a mixture of anger and confusion.

"You are no ordinary human."

"Gee, what tipped you off, genius?"

"I smell demonic blood running through your veins. That sword was forged by the forces of Hell. However, I also know there is human in you. How can this be…I have never seen such a being in my life. It's impossible. How do you exist?"

"Well you see, when a mommy and daddy love each other very much, they-" Dante was cut off by Barbariccia slamming his axe into the ground.

"I'M SICK OF YOUR SMART ASS MOUTH!"

"Fine, then I'll let Rebellion do the talking."

Dante came charging at the Beast, swinging his sword so rapidly that Barbariccia had trouble blocking. Dante spun around, bringing his blade up so quickly, it knocked the axe right out of the Beast’s hands, the weapon whirling through the air and striking the ground some distance away. He then kicked Barbariccia, sending him sprawling flat onto the cold, hard ground, standing over him with Rebellion pointed at his neck.

"Game over," Dante smirked.

"If you are going to kill me, then do it."

"Nah, you're not worth anything dead. Good game though." Dante, using the blunt side of the sword, hit Barbariccia over the head, rendering him unconscious. The crowd stood in stunned silence, watching as Dante casually walked over to the girl wearing his jacket, asking for it back. "Call me, sweetie." she said with bright, inviting, eyes. Dante smiled.

The announcer slowly walked back into the ring, unable to comprehend what he was seeing. Dante took the mic and patted the announcer on the back.

"Well people, I hope you had a good time tonight. But, don't make me the final event! Party it up and have fun. This party's just beginning to get crazy. I hope you enjoyed seeing Barbie's ass kicked and I'll be here till Thursday. THANK YOU, GOODNIGHT!" Dante dropped the mic.

The audience cheered, chanting Dante's name as he dragged his unconscious foe out of the ring by his leg.