The Daughter of Dante

Fortuna June 17

My name is Saithe, and I am the daughter of Dante. Yes, that Dante, the son of Sparda. I am not too proud of my Nephilim dad, considering he abandoned my mom about 15 years ago and me. Today is my 16th birthday, and I got pretty vindictive towards my father, so I am tracking down his brother and seeing if he can train me to kill my father. Though I'm not even sure, it is possible to kill a son of Sparda. I must get more power. I don't care how many demons I must absorb to get that power.

I have forged my blade based on Yamato. I have called the Bloodforge Hellheir. Since I was six, and at this point, my mother had died, and I was living in an orphanage, I was able to summon. In the beginning, it was like a butterfly and various forms of insects and bugs. I guess they like demon familiars.

I was kicked out of the orphanage because they thought I was a demon and a monster. After all, I summoned the familiars. It was a bit unnatural when my arm would glow a slightly green hue when the familiars showed up. As I grew up on the streets and often got mugged by crazy idiots, my shadow creatures became more prominent and more substantial. I think the largest one I had summoned was a grizzly bear. It was dark green with silver blood flowing through it. I should at one point form a contract with a couple.

At 16, I left the town I had lived in for a long time, and somehow I ended up in a church that worshiped Sparda. I noticed a white-haired kid of relative age with headphones on and his right arm in a sling. I thought it was interesting. I sat in the back with my green cloak on, and I doubt anyone noticed the long blade attached to my belt under the cover. I was halfway paying attention to the actual sermon. I was mainly looking around and paying close attention to that guy. Something felt off about him.

I ended up falling asleep in the service, and I was woken up by someone kicking my leg. "What do you want, asshole," I growled, quite aggravated. I looked up, and it was the white-haired guy with a pretty brunette standing beside him. My arm slightly glowed, and so did his. "What is this? Is he a son of Dante too," I muttered under my breath?

"Who are you, and why are you sleeping in this church?"

"I can ask you the same thing, but I am Saithe, the daughter of Dante, the Son of Sparda. You are either related to that asshole or his brother's son with that fancy arm of yours. I am here sleeping for two reasons: my father will show up, or one of these followers of Sparda knows where I can find Vergil. Other than that, I do not have a home, and I am alone."

"My arm? What about it? My name is Nero. Vergil and Dante, who the fuck are they?"

"Nero language, please."

"I'm leaving. I'm not dealing with this shit. I'll see you around, Nero."

"Wait, where will you sleep tonight, and when was the last time you had a warm meal?"

"Kyrie, What are you doing inviting someone we don't even know? We know nothing about her and who she is even talking about. Dante, Vergil, and Sparda sound like the old myths, and how would they even exist?"

I shake my head, and I stand up, getting ready to leave when both my arm and my blade start to glow. "Demon, here? Right now, this is unusual," I am whispering to myself. I jump up and walk out with my hand on my blade's hilt. I look around the grounds. About three sets of scarecrow demons and I unsheath Hellheir. The scarecrow demons looked at me.

"Blood of Sparda." The demons started to run at me with some trouble. I summon a lion with emerald fur, and it lunges at the scarecrows. I walked around slicing the monsters with my blade. My blade is getting darker with the blood of my enemies. The dark red edge starts to glow bright, and I change the red blood into solid green daggers that I stab through the scarecrows.