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[impaling-prince-blog]

A meeting of hunters

There were few things that could disturb an enjoyable evening after a kill, interruptions from another hunter was one. Soulless eyes stared forward behind the thick glass as the man approached, the vampire’s tongue moved across his lips, wiping the crimson splatter from the battle from his pale flesh. The man’s choice of weaponry alone would have given his status as inhuman away but what grazed the nosferatu’s interest was his scent. Not human, far from it. There was a thin balance between demonic hellfire and angelic light inside this one. The vampire gave out a dark chuckle, removing the large fedora before finally speaking.

“It appears I got to this one first, or was it me you were tracking?” 

[damn-i-look-good-blog]

"Assassins and Templars...? I should've paid attention in history." ~RockItAndShockIt & WolvenKenway~

Boston.

In Dante's time, the city was prosperous, the people were... Tolerable, and the crime rate was fuelled mostly by humankind. The demons had yet to expand their territories this far into America, preferring Limbo City to other places.

This left Dante with a few questions. Because the Boston his eyes currently saw was not the Boston he had closed the curtains of his hotel room to. In fact, the curtains he had closed just last night were not the curtains he opened, and the room he had woken up in was also not the room he'd gone to sleep in.

Intensely confused, Dante had gotten dressed, made sure all his equipment was still present. Rebellion, check. Ebony & Ivory, Revenant and Kablooey!, check. Cigarettes, check.

Sense of panic at the sudden case of time-travel? Check.

He left the building quickly and without any incident, and his eyes roamed around what he assumed to be pre-1900's Boston. History was never his forté, so he could be out by a hundred years or so.

A sudden feeling in his gut forced his legs to move, and he found himself running, sprinting as hard and as fast as he could, somewhere, anywhere! Just so long as it was away from the city, away from this obvious shift in time, somewhere quiet where he could gather his thoughts without interruption.

*Later...*

He had finally come to a stop, collapsing to his hands and knees as he huffed great lungfuls of air, his mind burning as it ran through all the possibilities with a speed he didn't know he possessed.

It was icy cold in this forest. A forest that probably didn't exist in Dante's own time. It was quiet, too. He couldn't feel the presence of any demons... And whilst he wasn't a scanner of any sorts, the feeling of no demonic presence was a feeling he was not accustomed to.

This was all too much... He gave a quiet groan, his arms collapsing as he passed out.

[damn-i-look-good-blog]

"Why do I feel like I've seen this in a film before?" ~RockItAndShockIt & WheresTheEffingTwinkies~

Zombies.

Weren't zombies just the biggest cliché in the world now? Most films Dante came across included some sort of zombie, and a good few games included them too. But at the end of the day, zombies were fictional. So, nothing to worry about.

That said, he hadn't expected to be brought to the waking world quite in the way he had. As far as he was concerned, he'd gone to a club, found a hot chick and taken her back to his hotel room, whereupon arriving they promptly got down to performing the Horizontal Tango.

And, as a result, he had expected to wake up next to the very same attractive young woman in the morning. He did not expect to wake up having to kill the woman he'd bedded.

So, when he was rudely woken by his guest, who had taken to eating the room service, he found himself pretty pissed. Given it was only seven am, and he was still feeling somewhat drunk... Just how much had he had last night?

Whilst pondering this point, he promptly dressed himself, and ran his guest-now-zombie through with Rebellion, before going downstairs to get some breakfast. Only to find the buffet was full of dead heads, and there was no bacon left.

With the threat of zombies being very real, and the crime of not having bacon on this day very obvious, Dante got to work filling his new opponents with holes, whilst he settled down with pancakes and syrup... Only sixty-six percent of a proper breakfast.

*Later*

As he sat on top of the mound of zeddies, eating his way through sixty-six percent of a good post-night-out breakfast, he considered his options. There wasn't going to be much point trying to run. If they were here, it was pretty much guaranteed that they were everywhere.

Zombies were, after all, very good at the whole 'spreading themselves' thing that they did. Which left him one choice, really.

"Time to make a new world record!" He commented aloud, flinging the now empty plate away, moving to light a cigarette. "Time to go hunt some zed-heads."

[damn-i-look-good-blog]

"Welcome to Limbo City. Now get your shit and get out." ~RockItAndShockIt & AlBhedTheif~

Dante had never found much of a problem with Limbo City. Clubs, pubs and bars, all the hot dames he could pull and a near constant stream of entertainment in the form of demons, all of them wanting to kill him. It didn't get much better, really.

Of course, once he'd started fighting for The Order, that had all changed. He'd spent most of his time out ruining the lives of demonkind to better the lives of the oppressed humankind.

And once he'd taken over The Order, renaming it DmC: Devil may Cry and becoming the head (and only) demon hunter, well... The city had become something he'd sworn to protect, or as close to it as he could get.

However, that didn't stop him from trying to dissuade newcomers. If he was ever fortunate enough to speak to a visitor, he'd do his level best to persuade them to leave. For the most part, it was just a sentence's worth of words.

And so when he came across the rather... Unusually clad young woman with bright eyes and blonde hair, looking somewhat lost the poor thing, he took it upon himself to advise her against walking any further into the city's borders.

"Welcome to Limbo city. Now get your shit and get out."

On second thought, perhaps he should've been a bit more subtle.

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[damn-i-look-good-blog]

"You worry far too much." ~RockItAndShockIt & HumanMedium~

Dante woke with a start, tired eyes seeing but not registering as he lifted his head from the desk, a yawn on his lips. He glanced over at his coffee cup, a scowl growing on his face as he realised it was full, but very cold.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette, his frown deepening as he realised he was on his last few. He lit the cancer stick, taking a drag as he glared at the paperwork on his desk with half-focused eyes.

He remembered what he'd been doing. Maps, graphs and charts were strewn across the desk, proof of his ventures in the city marked by encircled X's, the red ink of the circle clashing with the green ink used to make the X.

The demon activity since taking over The Order had increased, and grown once again when he had renamed the now leaderless group DmC: Devil may Cry, taking point as head (and currently only) demon-hunter... Of course, with all the fighting and registering to do, he'd had little time for sleep.

And so here he was, in a foul temper with a week's worth of unfinished charts mocking him.

"This fuckin' sucks..." He muttered bitterly, taking another drag of the cigarette. Still, it was better than his old life...

[damn-i-look-good-blog]

"Are we doing this again?" ~RockItAndShockIt & BlueNephilim~

A sour expression sat on Dante's face as he crushed another spent cigarette in his palm, reaching into the packet to draw another cancer stick, lighting it and taking a drag.

The Order, now known by many as DmC: Devil may Cry, had been tracking an odd situation that had appeared throughout the city, a man in dark clothing with white hair. That this figure matched the most basic description of Vergil was the main source of concern, both for DmC and for Dante... It was why Dante found himself now, waiting on the main street of the city.

Pale moonlight caressed the tarmac, a light cover of cloud dulling the stars as they stared down onto the world, the wind was little more than sigh playing with the burning embers of the lit cigarette. It was a still night, the sort that many took advantage of back when Mundus ruled the city.

Now, they were too paranoid. Too afraid. To know that Demons existed had led the entire city into a state of panic... Though it gave Dante more work than he thought he'd ever need. If DmC ever needed anything, he'd be able to afford it easily.

Steel-blue eyes scanned the surroundings, watching... Waiting. Dante remained otherwise silent, not trusting his voice, not trusting his heart to not succumb to anger and betrayal.

'Where are you, Vergil?' He mused silently.

Tonight, like every other night, would be a long one spent on patrol.

[damn-i-look-good-blog]

"I can pay for that..." ~RockItAndShockIt & -AerisGainsborough~

He'd been down on his luck lately. Impaled with his own sword, shot in the head, thrown off of towers, the list went on. The past week had been one of torment and pain... Which, honestly, was refreshing, it was usually just torment.

Rent, bills, debt. So much torment, never enough luck to get it to back off for more than a week.

Today, however, was possibly the unluckiest of days. It had started so well, too. He hadn't been impaled with Rebellion (making it a week since last time, a new record), he had paid off a debt owed to a shop owner (he'd gone through their window) and he even had enough to buy his smokes.

Good things never last, especially not for Dante.

He was on a contract. He'd arrived at the destination specified by the contract... Waited around for the contact to come and tell him what was expected of him... And had blacked out.

What woke him from this was the pain in his back and head from colliding with something. He continued to fall, and with a loud 'Thud!' impacted the ground, a groan escaping his throat as he looked back at his path of decline.

A roof. He'd crashed through a roof...?

Where was he?

His vision swam, tilting him dangerously on the verge of vomiting... He decided, instead, to pass out with a weak sigh.