IloveVergil
Demon a$$-kicker
Ok...this story is related to my DMC: The Renegades fic. Vergil won't appear before the very end, most of the story will emphasize on Dante and my OC character Sinistra.And Sinistra is not a Mary sue! She's a half-demon, and a pretty powerful one, so don't be confused. Some people at ffnet asked me if she was a Mary Sue , and I was greatly pi$$ed.
Devil May Cry: The Sinister Angel
Prologue:
All life must end in death. Everything that has a beginning has an end. This the unbreakable rule of the universe.
Shame these fools don’t understand it.
So arrogant, so pathetic, unable to admit their weakness-the humans have plagued this earth for too long. It is time to show them the truth.
The exterminator wondered as he strode through the shadows of the night. Even though it was a chilly night in the middle of winter, it had been drizzling incessantly since the evening. Small raindrops fell on his face as he tried to see through the darkness. Slightly puffing, he cast a momentary look on his hands.
The sleeves of his robe were soaked in blood, as well as his hands. He stretched out his hands and washed them in the rain.
He didn’t want to, though. It always gave him pleasure when he viewed the signs of his slaughtering. It sent a feeling of deep satisfaction and pleasure through his body, almost sending him in a euphoric state.
Pain is good. And that fool surely knows it now; he smiled as he thought of this. How completely foolish of him to deny the supremacy of the sovereign, to side with the filthy traitor, rather than bask in the unstoppable, eternal power of our master. He got exactly what he deserved.
The exterminator caught the sight of the tall buildings when he stood in the crossways of the roads. He searched for the one he was looking for, and finally recognized it. It was precisely as his master told him.
“I’m here, master,” he said.
A voice spoke inside his head instantly, like an echo coming from a distance.
“You know what to do, my trusted servant.”
“Yes, my lord.”
“You have done well, but make sure everything goes as planned. I will not tolerate any mistakes.”
“Of course, master. I’ll make sure everything happens just the way you want.”
“Let’s hope that is true, for your own sake.”
The telepathic connection broke, pointing that it’s time for his job. He approached the building with long and steady steps, and stood in front of the entrance. He said in a low voice,
“So it begins...”
Chapter One: No time to rest
Apartment 908 was apparently the finest suite in the Empire hotel. This Victorian style suite had all the luxuries a person would wish for a short trip, as well as excellent special services. An outstanding view of the whole city could be witnessed from the balcony of the apartment, which was always admired by the residents.
But the current resident didn’t really seem to care for any of this. All she wanted was a good place to stay while taking a break from the hard work she went through everyday.
She looked beautiful as the rays of the moonlight fell on her long, brown, lustrous hair spread over the pillow. Her lovely face looked so calm and relaxed with comfort, one could hardly imagine what she really was. She lay on the soft goose down feather bed, away from all tension and anxiety, enjoying the relaxed sleep.
Suddenly her pleasant slumber was broken by the ringing of a cell phone. She opened her sleepy eyes, and reached for the phone as she cursed under her voice. She picked up the phone and spoke in an amazingly clear voice, “Sinistra Rodriguez speaking.”
“What’s up, babe?” a man’s voice replied.
“Reggie?”
“Yeah, it’s me sugar, were you expecting someone else?”
“No, actually I wasn’t expecting anyone, I’m on vacation, remember? I told you not to disturb me for a week. Everyone needs to have some rest in a while.”
“I know, but you gotta come see me now, Sinistra.” Reggie said, now in a more serious tone.
“Why? Something wrong?”
“Yeah, there have been problems, big problems that are driving me nuts. And Amanda also thinks you really need to come back.”
“Damn it…..okay, I’ll try to come home tomorrow and stop by your office right after work.”
“I thought you were on vacation?”
“Yeah, but once I come back in town, all the people in my office are going to start bugging me for help. My holiday is going to be over anyway.”
“I got no idea how you manage to run that fashion company of yours and do all this. Anyway, see ya tomorrow.”
“Bye.” Sinistra hung up the phone and got down from her bed. She stood in front of the mirror and said to herself, “Here you go, Sinistra. So much for a nice holiday.”
She examined herself in the mirror. She ran her fingers through her lustrous hair as admired her body.
Almost six feet tall, Sinistra was a mature woman of thirty. But one couldn’t imagine that from her looks, she looked hardly twenty two or three years old. She had a stunning figure with long, fine shaped legs; full, large breasts and a waist as thin as of a teenager. Her sexy figure was clearly visible under the tiny lingerie she was wearing.
She hugged herself, quivering a little in the dreadfully cold night. She purred as she felt her smooth skin, as soft as a three year old child. Her beautiful hazel eyes were still a little heavy. She shrugged her head, trying to make the drowsiness go away. She stepped away from the mirror. It won’t be possible for me to get to sleep again, she thought.
Godamnit, it’s so hard living two lives at once, she thought.
Sinistra Rodriguez was a respected name in the fashion industries. She had achieved much success in life at a very young age due to her determination, guile, intellect and hardship. She had built quite a big fashion empire, and had become the richest woman in the whole state at the age of thirty.
But under the masquerade of a successful businesswoman, she was actually one of the deadliest demon hunters ever. She was very well connected to all organizations associated with devil hunting, and had annihilated countless devils with unnerving ruthlessness. She had also brought down several demon worshipping cults, and bore an unusual hatred for every last one of those humans who had betrayed their own kind for the sake of power.
Even though she always managed to keep up with both roles of her life, sometimes things just became too much. Then she would take a break from all work, and spend a few days in solitude where there would be no duties to fulfill, no responsibilities to bear.
But my screwed up life would never let me have some rest.
She walked into the bathroom for a shower, then put on a black night gown. As she was dressing, she looked at the twin bracelets on her hands and smiled. She went to the drawing room and sat on the plush divan, making plans for tomorrow.
“Alright, I’ll just phone the room service for some dinner, then I’ll set out for home. No point wasting time here.” She said to herself and reached for hotel phone.
All of a sudden, a shadowy smoke appeared in the middle of the drawing room.
“What the hell?”
The smoke slowly tuned into a shadow portal, and Sinistra got ready for trouble.
“This seems interesting.” she said in an amused tone, eying the portal with curiosity.
The next moment, a dozen devils appeared out of the portal. One of them would have landed on Sinistra if she didn’t do a cartwheel on the right in the nick of the time. She stood up, watching the demons and identifying them as Hell prides and gluttonies.
“Now this is insulting. I need enemies, not pathetic losers like these.” she commented teasingly as she stretched out her hands, revealing that her ‘bracelets’ had another purpose than being used as ornaments. They had turned into two deadly sharp blades and were attached to her forearms with the part of the bracelets that was visible before. She held the blades in front of her, standing motionless as the demons closed in.
One of the prides raised its spear and tried to hit her. She blocked the attack almost lazily with one of her blades, and gave a mischievous smile.
“C’mon sand piles, it’s time for you to get back to the hellholes where you belong.”
Devil May Cry: The Sinister Angel
Prologue:
All life must end in death. Everything that has a beginning has an end. This the unbreakable rule of the universe.
Shame these fools don’t understand it.
So arrogant, so pathetic, unable to admit their weakness-the humans have plagued this earth for too long. It is time to show them the truth.
The exterminator wondered as he strode through the shadows of the night. Even though it was a chilly night in the middle of winter, it had been drizzling incessantly since the evening. Small raindrops fell on his face as he tried to see through the darkness. Slightly puffing, he cast a momentary look on his hands.
The sleeves of his robe were soaked in blood, as well as his hands. He stretched out his hands and washed them in the rain.
He didn’t want to, though. It always gave him pleasure when he viewed the signs of his slaughtering. It sent a feeling of deep satisfaction and pleasure through his body, almost sending him in a euphoric state.
Pain is good. And that fool surely knows it now; he smiled as he thought of this. How completely foolish of him to deny the supremacy of the sovereign, to side with the filthy traitor, rather than bask in the unstoppable, eternal power of our master. He got exactly what he deserved.
The exterminator caught the sight of the tall buildings when he stood in the crossways of the roads. He searched for the one he was looking for, and finally recognized it. It was precisely as his master told him.
“I’m here, master,” he said.
A voice spoke inside his head instantly, like an echo coming from a distance.
“You know what to do, my trusted servant.”
“Yes, my lord.”
“You have done well, but make sure everything goes as planned. I will not tolerate any mistakes.”
“Of course, master. I’ll make sure everything happens just the way you want.”
“Let’s hope that is true, for your own sake.”
The telepathic connection broke, pointing that it’s time for his job. He approached the building with long and steady steps, and stood in front of the entrance. He said in a low voice,
“So it begins...”
Chapter One: No time to rest
Apartment 908 was apparently the finest suite in the Empire hotel. This Victorian style suite had all the luxuries a person would wish for a short trip, as well as excellent special services. An outstanding view of the whole city could be witnessed from the balcony of the apartment, which was always admired by the residents.
But the current resident didn’t really seem to care for any of this. All she wanted was a good place to stay while taking a break from the hard work she went through everyday.
She looked beautiful as the rays of the moonlight fell on her long, brown, lustrous hair spread over the pillow. Her lovely face looked so calm and relaxed with comfort, one could hardly imagine what she really was. She lay on the soft goose down feather bed, away from all tension and anxiety, enjoying the relaxed sleep.
Suddenly her pleasant slumber was broken by the ringing of a cell phone. She opened her sleepy eyes, and reached for the phone as she cursed under her voice. She picked up the phone and spoke in an amazingly clear voice, “Sinistra Rodriguez speaking.”
“What’s up, babe?” a man’s voice replied.
“Reggie?”
“Yeah, it’s me sugar, were you expecting someone else?”
“No, actually I wasn’t expecting anyone, I’m on vacation, remember? I told you not to disturb me for a week. Everyone needs to have some rest in a while.”
“I know, but you gotta come see me now, Sinistra.” Reggie said, now in a more serious tone.
“Why? Something wrong?”
“Yeah, there have been problems, big problems that are driving me nuts. And Amanda also thinks you really need to come back.”
“Damn it…..okay, I’ll try to come home tomorrow and stop by your office right after work.”
“I thought you were on vacation?”
“Yeah, but once I come back in town, all the people in my office are going to start bugging me for help. My holiday is going to be over anyway.”
“I got no idea how you manage to run that fashion company of yours and do all this. Anyway, see ya tomorrow.”
“Bye.” Sinistra hung up the phone and got down from her bed. She stood in front of the mirror and said to herself, “Here you go, Sinistra. So much for a nice holiday.”
She examined herself in the mirror. She ran her fingers through her lustrous hair as admired her body.
Almost six feet tall, Sinistra was a mature woman of thirty. But one couldn’t imagine that from her looks, she looked hardly twenty two or three years old. She had a stunning figure with long, fine shaped legs; full, large breasts and a waist as thin as of a teenager. Her sexy figure was clearly visible under the tiny lingerie she was wearing.
She hugged herself, quivering a little in the dreadfully cold night. She purred as she felt her smooth skin, as soft as a three year old child. Her beautiful hazel eyes were still a little heavy. She shrugged her head, trying to make the drowsiness go away. She stepped away from the mirror. It won’t be possible for me to get to sleep again, she thought.
Godamnit, it’s so hard living two lives at once, she thought.
Sinistra Rodriguez was a respected name in the fashion industries. She had achieved much success in life at a very young age due to her determination, guile, intellect and hardship. She had built quite a big fashion empire, and had become the richest woman in the whole state at the age of thirty.
But under the masquerade of a successful businesswoman, she was actually one of the deadliest demon hunters ever. She was very well connected to all organizations associated with devil hunting, and had annihilated countless devils with unnerving ruthlessness. She had also brought down several demon worshipping cults, and bore an unusual hatred for every last one of those humans who had betrayed their own kind for the sake of power.
Even though she always managed to keep up with both roles of her life, sometimes things just became too much. Then she would take a break from all work, and spend a few days in solitude where there would be no duties to fulfill, no responsibilities to bear.
But my screwed up life would never let me have some rest.
She walked into the bathroom for a shower, then put on a black night gown. As she was dressing, she looked at the twin bracelets on her hands and smiled. She went to the drawing room and sat on the plush divan, making plans for tomorrow.
“Alright, I’ll just phone the room service for some dinner, then I’ll set out for home. No point wasting time here.” She said to herself and reached for hotel phone.
All of a sudden, a shadowy smoke appeared in the middle of the drawing room.
“What the hell?”
The smoke slowly tuned into a shadow portal, and Sinistra got ready for trouble.
“This seems interesting.” she said in an amused tone, eying the portal with curiosity.
The next moment, a dozen devils appeared out of the portal. One of them would have landed on Sinistra if she didn’t do a cartwheel on the right in the nick of the time. She stood up, watching the demons and identifying them as Hell prides and gluttonies.
“Now this is insulting. I need enemies, not pathetic losers like these.” she commented teasingly as she stretched out her hands, revealing that her ‘bracelets’ had another purpose than being used as ornaments. They had turned into two deadly sharp blades and were attached to her forearms with the part of the bracelets that was visible before. She held the blades in front of her, standing motionless as the demons closed in.
One of the prides raised its spear and tried to hit her. She blocked the attack almost lazily with one of her blades, and gave a mischievous smile.
“C’mon sand piles, it’s time for you to get back to the hellholes where you belong.”
