Devil May Cry

Chapter 7

Everyone says that when nightmares are made its from the darkest place on the earth and that once you've seen it, it will haunt you from the back of your mind or at least thats what Angel has always been told. Having walked into the place that Dante called his shop looked more like....well in this point being, Angel's worst nightmare! She would rather be doing some kind of math homework or even fighting a demon then being in this place, scattered around the big open room was nothing but pizza boxes and empty dishes with mostly being spoons sticking out of them. "Holy cow! I swear that pizza box just moved on its own!" Angel yelped jumping away and felt something behind her though upon a quick look allowed her to see it was just a pool table, drifting her eyes around the room allowed her to see there was a desk with a high back chair and Dante already sitting in it with his nose in a magazine.

"That was quick..." Angel muttered seeing he had already hung up his trench coat with his guns on a near by coat hanger and oddly enough his guitar case leaned up against the wall near by, tearing her eyes away and went back to looking over the rest of the big room. Seeing a couch that looked safe enough for her to set her stuff on and felt her jaw slack some when she saw what appeared to be huge tall towers of magazines, the more she looked the more she could start to feel her own skin crawl from everything around her and gave a small whimper when she stepped on a near by pizza box. "How do you live like this?" She asked relieving her self of the trench coat she wore and laid it ontop of the couch, "I just do and besides my cleaning lady left for college about four or five months ago." Dante spoke in a non caring voice only stealing a small glance at Angel then back to the magazine in his hands.

"Even so a place shouldn't look like this?!" Angel growled out feeling a fire burn inside of her as Dante just shrugged his shoulders and that pretty much sent Angel over the edge, "Alright thats it! As long as I am here this place is not staying like this!" She growled once again digging into her duffel bag pulling out a hair tie which she slipped between her teeth for a minute. "Do what you want. . .I am going out for a minute. . . don't leave here got it?" Dante asked slipping on his trench coat and headed for the door, Angel only nodded as she had finished pulling her hair up into a ponytail and was tapping her chin appearing to be in thought at the moment. Giving a sigh as Dante walked out the door and felt the cool morning breeze blowing before a young blonde hair woman was walking up to his shop, "Well I would never thought you would be up this early." She spoke pulling the black shades she wore down so her light blue eyes could be seen. "Its not by choice, pretty sure if I go back in right now then I may have something thrown at me." He said giving a small chuckle while the blonde hair woman tilted her head at him, "Got your self in some more trouble I take it?" She asked crossing her arms making the black crop jacket she wore shuffle a bit.

"Have you ever heard of The Angel Hunter?" Dante asked stuffing his hands into his pockets as he walked past her a ways but could still see the front of the shop with ease, "Hmm I heard there was a group of scientist trying to make one but other than that, they failed each time and with that it was never heard of again." She spoke shifting one of her black high heeled boots as she turned to follow after Dante who now leaned on his parked car. "Any idea as to what this Angel Hunter is?" He asked tapping his foot slowly as if any louder would break the area around them, "The Angel Hunter was suppose to be a weapon meant for killing anything and everything, from demons, humans, and even angels, where is all this going Dante?" The woman asked leaning more onto her right foot as her black leather pants hugged right at her hips and her face carried the look of being down right annoyed. "You remember that call from the church asking for my help in getting a young child to her sister safely?" Dante asked looking at the woman who slowly nodded her head with the wind blowing their hair around as if it was merely dancing, "She is in there and her father told her before she left that she was The Angel Hunter." He said in a dark tone and the woman looked from him to the shop front than back at him.