In a old, cold, wet, quiet, town of Red Grave with a history of demons. The only thing that can be heard is the slight russling of wind at night, mind you every city has it's little spots of littering. A collection of papers here, some bottles over there, some magazines piled up near a trash can, you name it. You have the buildings facing in every which way of different shapes and sizes, but one building in particular has a neon sign that reads
DEVIL MAY CRY.
The sound of silence was disturbed by an old man whistling and heading to said building. Walking at a leisurely pace, then someone in the shadows walked up behind him. Just before he reached the door.
"Long time no see, Morrison."
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Guiding Light (DMC 5)
FanfictionWe know what happened after the night Eva was killed. We all know what happened with Dante, even with Virgil. Do the brothers remember their childhood friend? Do they still remember her or was she killed? The girl now a woman, drifted from place to...
