Chapter 1

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(Voiceover) Ashton Lucifer POV

Let me tell you the story of my life.

I'm from the another dimension, the another another dimension.

I'm not your hero peasants. There is no hero in my vocabulary I'm just doing my job. Scooch in then let me tell you the story of my birth or should I say of how had I become.

Let me rewind you a bit, My name is Ashton Lucifer I was bitten by a hybrid spider years ago. And for the record from the last two years many people called me as a hero name Widow Demon in Red Grave City. But I don't even care I'm just simply doing my job. So indeed, I joined the band. Get married to 2 the infamous Sparda. Killed demons together.

All of a sudden my husbands get killed by unknown demon.

So yes, that is the story of my life.

Tragic isn't it?

While I was web swinging through town, this weird thing happened. And I mean "really" weird I was blown into something like someone brought me into another dimension.

You got the drill, I landed in Red Grave but not my Red Grave that I explicitly found out I was dead in this dimension.

Can you believe it that I was really dead in this dimension? If I am dead in this dimension then Dante and Vergil alive in this dimension?

Thousands of questions running around  my mind so I decided to follow my Widow Sense to head the Devil May Cry where I run a business from my world.

I walk the alley while my hands are inside my royal (favorite color) pocket coat to not get myself cold.

Suddenly, I heard a gunshot coming from the bar. I stride towards the bar when the moment my foot contact the stairs suddenly a man open the door. As I swiftly hide the corner to keep away from his attention. He route the other side then peek out my head to get myself a better a view from the man.

He wears a red coat and the underneath appears wearing a black long sleeved shirt with a red vest with black clasps over it. A leather belt and a high black boots. His white hair was the exact look from my husband's younger look.

'Could it be? Is that Dante?'

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3rd Person POV

At Devil May Cry....

"Yeah, my usual pizza."

"The special mix with fresh ham and garlic potatoes. Rush delivery."

"What, my tab?"

"Don't sweat the small stuff. Soon, I'll pay you in one fell swoop for everything."

"No olives. A large. Don't forget."

He ended the phone call as he continuously cast an eye over the magazine.

"Are you listening to me, Dante?", Morrison uttered as he flip through the magazine ignoring one of his discussion.

"Didn't you hear me? I'm studying. I maybe a man who does odd jobs, but I have no desire to babysit some brat.", he said in annoyance.

"Brat?", Patty asked as she heard him.

"Sorry, young lady. If my girl were here maybe she willing herself to babysit for the time being.", I said as Patty scoffed.

"As if I let someone to take care of my age. I maybe 10 years old but I mange to take care of myself.", Patty declared as Morrison chuckled.

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