The Heart Of A Beast (Dante x Reader)

~Bueaty meets the Beast~ Chapter:3

-Note: So in some stories, very few I should say, the author uses Dante's fathers name, Sparda, and place it as his last name as well as his fathers. I can only conclude this, because of the fact that when I look at Dante's name on the internet I can only find 'Dante, Son of Sparda'. So I've taken the Liberty to use his fathers name as his last name as well, also for Linda, I used madam because, well to be quiet honest I'm terrible with Mrs, Miss, Ms, and so on. I used madam cause I use that for all married and non married people. I hope this doesn't upset any of you and I apologize if it does!-

(Readers P.O.V)

I had watched him walk off. "He was very strange, but I'm not one to talk." I said, letting out a small chuckle. I grabbed my satchel once more, rummaging through my bag for my small bottle of water. As I did, a small pinch graves itself across my finger. I wince a little taking my finger out. A paper cut? but I had nothing besides the letter and Madam Linda's letter in there and neither have sharp edges, they were very dole to actually. I quickly take out the object that gave me the small devilish cut only to find out it's a map! 'How did a map get in here?' I thought to myself before thinking back to Albert and his sneaky tricks. My eyes narrowed at the thought of him looking through my wallet. Then I had forgiven him for this small good deed he pulled. I went to go sit at the bench once again and once I did I took out my letter from father as well.

I had read through the letter as quickly as possible.

'Dear, (Y/N)
If you are reading this, then I have passed away and left this world. Assuming you are still quite young then I can only guess I was attacked by creatures you wouldn't have dreamt actually existed. You have seen something that will change your perspective on reality forever, myths and folk tales that weren't wrong from your childhood past. Though I cannot explain it all to you, I have a old friend who can. His name is Dante Sparda. A close friend that I trust with my darkest of secrets. He will explain all this to you when the time is right. I never wanted to let you into the world I knew all to well. It kills me inside knowing I have to at some point, but if it means to keep you safe then so be it. You are my daughter. My own flesh in blood. My star that shines even in the darkest of places. Please don't let any of this change who you truly are. Find Dante and give him the note on the back side. Do not read it please.
His address is.......'

I looked at the letter, seeing the address he had written down. It took quiet the toll on me of what's been happening. I'm still so lost and confused.... scared to be honest. I looked at the map Albert had given me. Thank goodness the address of Mr. Spardas whereabouts were slightly specific. A smile crosses over my face as I stand and begin to track him down. Forgetting about the letter Madam Linda had asked me to drop off. The Letter my father had written for me of where he could possibly be was questionable. It said the building looked slightly run down, in a alley by the edge/center of the city. I took my chances and began walking down street by street, quickly peering into allies, looking for a red sign that held the name 'Devil May Cry'.

The name itself has a nice ring to it, though I shouldn't get distracted at this very moment. If I don't find this place soon then I might as well be called homeless and live on these polluted roads of trash. I have searched for hours, it seems like hours at least yet still no sign of a building within a small alley way. Though there would be a couple prostitutes chatting away or talking to men in passing cars, but what I have seen enough of, was drunk men laying around. Its vulgar, but I cant put it to shame since I don't know how their lives work. It began to get dark, grabbing my attention whilst barely noticing the time. A slight feeling of panic washes over me as my pace quickens.

I try not to be to loud, not wanting to catch unwanted attention, but it was hard not to seeing as how all the women here seemed to only know of two pieces of clothing such as mini skirts and crop tops, whilst for me, I choose not to be so scandals. Do they even wear undergarments? I shake my head trying to rid myself of such a disgusting thought. The city looked amazing at first, but all these simple and small things are far worse then I could have imagined. I almost ran past an alley that I surly haven't looked in. I skidded to a stop, making a U-turn and peeking into the alleyway. It was noticeably darker then most, but it was a beautiful sight for my sore eyes to behold upon. I saw the red sign almost instantly. I dashed towards the building, taking a few steps back to get a good view of it. My smile dropped a little after taking sight of the place I would hopefully be staying at. I'm very grateful for almost all the stuff I own, but this place looked like a dump. I have seen many movies growing up and this place is on top of the list for the most common and cliché scenes in any stereotypical, action or romance movie out there. It looked like a country bar! Possibly a highly run down strip club if you think about it long enough.