Devil May Cry ~ Fill Your Dark Soul With Light ~ {Dante x Reader}

Chapter 1: The Demon Hunter

Your mind was an empty expanse of darkness - a peaceful bliss that allowed your body and mind to rest. It was shattered the moment you had seen the terror stricken face of Noctis.

A memory from years before, when you were nothing but a Glaive in a soldier uniform.

"How could you....YOU LIED TO ME!" He screamed with his hand stretched out towards your neck as if his world was coming to an end. So he pushed you.

A scream equally as terrified escaped you, tears spilling from your eyes as you'd fallen through a hole into a world of darkness.

The ground had rushed towards you, unseen and your body had hit the ground with a sickening smack - loud and gut wrenching.

A silent gasp passed your lips as the air had been stolen from your lungs and your eyes had flown open, wide awake. Your heart thundered in your throat and blindly a hand found your shoulder before you shoot up and clench someone's neck and grab their wrist.

You glared at the perpetrator before realizing that it was just the same silver-haired man who potatoes-sacked you over his shoulder fighting that demon last night.

You soon soften yourself before letting go of his neck when you see his eyes met yours in concerns. You muttered an apology as you shifted.

The man with white hair almost seems to taken aback by your sudden reflex but he doesn't question about the dream you had. "Damn, after I hunt a demon I just saved your life and this is the thanks I get, man, girls are giving me  an attitude!"

You rub the back of your neck until you hissed at something and remember that demon clawed your back too deep. The man decided to check your wounded back when you flinch when he reach his hand to you.

"I don't bite like you did." The guy's voice was soft but a little tease added to that. "Hold still and let me check."

You were hesitate for a minute then decided to relax and stay still. His touches were soft and he brush your hair to the side before feathery trailed down your back. He studies a bit before humming to himself. "Hmm, welp it's not that deep of a cut, but luckily you survived. For a demon like yourself."

He stood up before lightly patting your head. "Looks like you won't be working at the bar. They fired you not too long, so you might as stick around and don't try anything stupid like you did just now." He took one big step away before he glance over his shoulder. "Introductions will have to wait, babe. I've got work to do, see ya soon."

  You watch him leave the room you are in. Looking around the surroundings, you had know idea what kinda of place you are right now. You doubt that this is his apartment so there no way that it belongs to him. There was a small fridge and just one big bed.

A few hours have passed and you just waited for whatever the guy was doing. He said about hunting demons earlier so on and so on. And yet he knows that your part demon as well. Which also means he's a one too, no?

Though that begs the question; If he's a demon, he kills demons - kinda like yourself, why hasn't he executed you yet? And now your jumping the gun too simple to accuse that guy who gave you medical attention. Although you did kinda felt embarrassed when you have no clothes at all. Barley, you've only worn a damn bra and underwear

He really is  a pervert treating your bare body!

While lost in thought, looking at the window, the door opens and your attention turned to glance at the white-haired man. He stared down at you with his hands tucked into his pockets and the smallest of smiles touched his lips. You weren't expecting to see the man seated on arm chair by an opened window with a bottle of beer in hand, and a slice of pizza dangling from his mouth. The bottle was tilted a bit, causing some of the liquid to pour out from the tip.