Demon Dad. Devil May Cry.

Chapter 1.

I yawn and sit up on the couch, wishing I stayed asleep, I was having a great dream. It was about my favorite video game character. Dante, son of Sparda. I don't love him but at the same time I do, it's not romantic, I don't know how to describe. It's weird because he isn't real and I don't actually know him, but it's like the love is like the kind you feel towards family, like a father. My mom says I act like him sometimes, that I would be his perfect daughter. As my parents left me alone, I fell asleep early on the couch and dreamed of Dante, we were playing some type of vague video game, I just knew it was a fighting one. He kept kicking my ass and I just tossed the controller in a small fit of rage. He just tussled my hair, which is usually a dirty knotted mess but for some reason snarl free and clean, and pulled me into a hug. I knew I was dreaming so I was upset knowing I was gonna wake up. I quietly said, "I wish I could stay in this dream forever, I wish you were my dad." He just kissed my forehead and in that instant, I woke up.

The dream was short but when I woke up it was 3:32 AM. I grabbed my laptop and placed it on my lap. I opened it and turned it on, immediately going to youtube and going to my watch later playlist. I clicked on a video named '14 Horror Stories Animated (Compilation of 2015)' It was by Llama Arts but the stories were by Mr. Nightmare, by far my favorite YouTuber. I haven't watched his videos in a while because they usually give me nightmares, and when I watch them at night I get so scared I have to turn all the lights on and I can't sleep. Though right now the lights are off, I have my switchblade with me, so if anything tries to get me I'll stab them to death. I let the video load and listen and watch the animation for the first story. It was just then that I noticed the kitchen light was on and it smelled like something was cooking, it smelled like bacon, which is usually one of the few foods we keep in the house. I wasn't scared, I just thought that my parents came back and they didn't want to order out like they always do.

My parents never cook, and I don't cook either because my mom says I'm too young to cook. They always order out, getting Chinese food, McDonald's, and pizza from a bunch of random pizza places. A lot of kids would be envious of this diet, but I don't like it. Besides bacon and eggs, I can't remember the last time I had a home cooked meal. I kept watching the video, intrigued as to where the first story is going. When I heard "Taxidermy Human." And saw a creepy picture of what was supposed to be some kind of corpse, I screeched "Tits on Christ!" and jumped back a bit. As soon as the echo from my screech had faded, I heard a familiar voice from the kitchen say "You better not be watching what I think you are." Though the voice was familiar I was still scared, it wasn't my mom or dad and no one I know could be in there, I have no neighbors, my house is in a pretty rural part of town so there is no one for a good few miles.

I grabbed my knife and pushed the little switch to open the blade halfway and pulled it the rest of the way open. I hid the blade and watched the entryway, hearing footsteps coming into the living room with me. My breathing hitched as the person got closer, as soon as he entered the room I threw my knife, trying to hit him but instead hit the space of the wall next to his head. Though when I saw who it was I felt like crying because of who I almost killed.
"I'm sorry, I thought you were an intruder! I wouldn't have thrown it if I knew it was you!" I say frantically as Dante held a plate with one hand and ripped the knife out of the wall with his other.
"It's okay, I can't really blame you considering where you live." The white haired hybrid said and walked over, handing me a plate with bacon and eggs but also toast with butter and jelly.
"I know it ain't much, but you haven't eaten since lunch so this should do until I get you home and I can make you something proper to eat." I looked at him confused and said "What are you talking about? I am home."
"I wouldn't call this a home. You're only 8 years old and your parents are always leaving you alone to fend for yourself and they've been doing that since you were almost 7. They don't cook anything for you and just order take out, which isn't good for you. Even I don't eat pizza all the time. Whenever they have spare money your mother always gets herself more clothes and your fathers always buys himself more beer or video games, and he doesn't even let you play them. They never think of you at all and don't bother to get you anything. Your laptop is just your mother's old one she didn't want when she got a new one. They have never sent you to school, oh, and also, you have a broken leg and your parents left you alone, yet again, with no food." I didn't say anything, everything he said was true. Though they did leave me with no food they left me some money for pizza, but that isn't a good thing for me to be eating anymore. He tussled my hair and said "Hurry up and eat, I gotta get you home. You need a bath." I don't argue, instead, I start eating. My mom has cooked the same food before but for some reason this taste better and I'm starving so I scarf it down.

Once I'm done I'm incredibly embarrassed, I don't eat like that in front of anyone. Dante just took care of the plate and mumbled something in a pissed off tone, the only thing I was able to make out was that my parents are assholes for leaving me with no food. He said something else but I couldn't make it out. He came back in the room in a better mood and said: "Okay, let's get you home." I closed my laptop and put it in my pillowcase, Dante takes it and I grab my crutches, having a bit of trouble but managing to stand up. Dante leads me outside to a nice looking car. He helped me into the backseat and pulled my laptop out of the pillow case, setting it on the passenger seat and putting my pillow underneath my broken leg to prop it up.
"Try and get some sleep, it's gonna be a long ride," Dante said and starts the car.
"Okay, Dante." I say and rest my head, I was so tired I could fall asleep instantly, but before I fell asleep I heard Dante say "Call me dad." before I could respond I was out like a light.