We all know the story of Dante, son of the legendary dark knight, but only a few know of (Y/n)'s existence... son of Sparda's brother, Ophiel!
I do not own DMC, any of the images or the characters, only the story and the OCs'.
*12 weeks before (Y/n)'s awakening* Dante's perspective; There I was, sitting in my humble abode. Man. I need a gig, but no password. I can't seem to get any real job, but what's new.
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I look to my left and see Lucifer hanging on the wall.
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"It holds a greater power than what you have witnessed!" That's what that devil told me anyhow. Yeah, whatever.
My door creaks open revealing some old guy in a coat.
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Dante: Sorry. We're closed. Gotta use the toilet? Ha, well sorry to break it to ya but I can't get the damn thing to flush.
???: You know my name boy. Use it.
Dante: Uhhh, must of slipped my mind. Don't feel bad, sometimes I forget my own name.
???: We've known each other for a long time.
Dante: Really? Well then... care to tell me your name?
???: It's Morrison. Remember me?
Dante: Mor... Morrison... hm? Nope don't remember ya.
Morrison: ...
Dante: Haha, I'm just kidding with you amigo. I remember ya. Though, I could've sworn you were of lighter color.
Morrison: I'm gonna ignore that. I got somethin' that might interest ya. A job.
Dante: ...I'm listening...
Morrison: The RedGrave Museum. I hear they have an infestation and are of need of an exterminator. I naturally thought of you.
Dante: How thoughtful but... I'll pass-
Morrison: $2,500.
Dante: Let me get ma coat. _______________________________
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RedGrave Museum, I never liked those. Too much dust.
The architecture is pretty nostalgic, but the tattered corpses that lay on the ground kinda ruins the view. This is why we can't have nice things.
No one's perspective; It was 12:00am. The inside of the museum was nice and quiet. All the lights remained off and the only sound heard was the running AC.
The front doors creaked open revealing no one on the other side. The tiny bit of light from the night sky shown in. Just then a tall being emerged. His name was Dante.
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