Devil May Deliver

by OddEyeVibes

Summary:

Dante meets a courier one day and he’s determined to make a life with her.

Basically, a series of one shots.

Chapter 1: Legend

I made a legend to let me know when I set certain chapters (cause I’m forgetful lol). So here it is. 

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🍕 - DMC3 Era

🪙 - DMC 2 Era

⚡️ - DMC1 Era

✝️ - DMC4 Era

🌲 - DMC5 Era

🌙 - Pre DMC3

⭐️ - Post DMC5

Additionally:

💞- Smut/Steamy

Chapter 2: 🍕 Escort

Summary:

Dante offers to escort you to the giant tower that erected from the ground.

You let out an annoyed breath as you gazed up at the tower that had erected from the earth. A simple job, that’s what you were told. And as much as part of you wanted to ditch the idea, you needed this job done just as much as the client.

Years ago, a demon lord named Valigor slaughtered most your fellow tribesmen which included your parents . Through some digging you had learned what Valigor wanted. He wanted the ancient Karmilla runes that acted as magic boosters. For weaker demons, obtaining those tiny marbles were a chance to hit the big leagues.

The problem? They weren’t for sale. They were Ferrymen heirlooms AKA your species of demon. There were five in total but within public knowledge, there were only four. Valigor didn’t know this.

He slaughtered many different tribes of your people for it and never realized he was still missing one. Which meant you had something he wanted and a means to lure him out.

So what luck that there was a demon under Valigor’s control that sought to be freed. The demon’s slaver dies and you get your people’s runes back. It was deal.

But the demon forgot to mention that Valigor’s location was going to be giant tower that screamed “Evil Demons Live Here”.

You just wanted the asshole that slaughtered your people and your heirlooms. Was that too much to ask for?

“Now what’s a pretty little thing like you doing in a place like this?”

And you should’ve expected he wouldn’t be too far behind when it comes to a mass concentration of demons.

“You know…it’s awfully dangerous for a lady to be out here alone.”

Jeez…this man was such a dweeb when it came to flirting. You turned around, lowering your shades a bit as you eyed the same white-haired, red coat wearing demon you met some time ago.

Completely green in most matters concerning the demon world, you learned, but was determined (in his own way) to make demon hunting a living.

“Well…” you started, lowering your voice into sultry tones and doing your best Jessica Rabbit. “Maybe I like the danger. Maybe it gets me all…excited.”

You inched over to him so your bodies were nearly touching. Just enough to set something off in him but not enough for him to be satisfied.

“But I wouldn’t mind it if a…big, strong, devil hunter wanted to be my escort.” You finished it off by batting you lashes.

“Uh…well…I wouldn’t mind at all—I mean—it’d be an honor to….m’lady”

You giggled. “You are so cute when you get flustered.” Then you backed up from him. “Leave the ‘m’lady’ out next time though. That’s only a panty dropper in the Regency Era.”

“Well, I still got a smile from you.”

“Yeah, cause it was so corny that it was funny.” You let out an obviously light hearted laugh but took a mental note that your cheeks were still heating up a bit.

“But seriously, what are you doing here?”

“Well, I’m supposed to be meeting a client here to discuss details but they failed to mention that they were checked in at a demon infested tower.”

“Yeah…clients being vague sucks ass. I’m still down to escort you.” He said, moving to stand in front of you. Flashing you his smirk and blocking your view of the tower.

“Well…maybe. What are you doing here?”

“I…was invited.”

“Oooh. You have a date?”

“Pssh, I wish. Nah, it’s an invitation from…an old relative.”

“Oh…family reunion?”

“Yup. Something to settle.”

“Inheritance?”

“Something like that, probably.”

“Yikes. Hopefully, it goes better than an old client of mines.”

“Oh? Feel like telling me about it while I act as your escort? Maybe it’ll give me some ideas.”

“Well…I dunno…”

You summoned your sawed off shotgunned called ‘Dark Mother’. An action which would’ve made Dante be on high alert with you if not for the demonic energy quickly surrounding the both of you.

“I think you might have some competition when it comes to keeping me company.”

“Yeah, well…I hope they brought their A-game…” he quickly pulled out Ebony & Ivory. “Cause I don’t plan on losing.”

You giggled. “Ok, you could’ve done better with that one.”

“But you still laughed.”

“BECAUSE of how corny it was.”

Notes:

I an a card carrying member of the “Dante is a dork when it comes to dating” club.

Chapter 3: 🌙 20 Questions

Summary:

You meet a “devil hunter” that doesn’t even know not to touch a Dreamscape Pod.

Well, this was…a shitty position.

In your defense, you had it covered until this white haired idiot fucked it up. He claimed to be a devil hunter and yet he didn’t know not to touch the Dreamscape Pod.

You touch it without taking the proper precaution and it takes you. Normally, it lulls you to sleep and feasts on your dreams until you’re either comatose or an empty husk. And by normally, that meant humans.

Demons (even if they were just a quarter-demon) just ended up sitting inside of it until it realizes it’s mistake and spits them out. How long does that take, you ask? It depends.

While they’re demons of instinct, they’re still not the brightest. Like the Flamingos of Demonic Fauna. Which meant that you’ll be practically squished against this Tony guy for a bit.

“So then…judging by the fact that we’re both wide awake, guess that means you’re a demon too.”

“As are you.” Your voice was monotoned, showcasing your annoyance at the situation.

“I’ve seen demons before, none that could pass for human. So what are you?”

You chuckled. “You must not have been doing this devil hunting thing for long. Plenty of demons pass off as humans just fine. But I’m a Ferryman, so it’s even easier for us.”

“Like…guiding the dead?”

“Not always. Depends on the clan. Mine are more…couriers.”

He nodded with an understanding sound.

“So why do you guys look human?”

“What is this?” You giggled. “20 questions?”

“Maybe. Come on, answer, I should know my new pod buddy better.”

“Do not call me your pod buddy.”

“What else would you call us?” He smirked.

“Tweedle Dumbass and…his unfortunate casualty.”

“How was I supposed to know you’re not supposed to touch it?”

“Do you just touch random things often? What if it was acidic? Or exploded?”

“Fiiine. I was an idiot for touching it. Better?”

“No.”

“So you gonna answer my question or…?”

You sighed. “Most of us look human naturally. It’s only when we’re feeding that we look demonic.”

“Feeding?”

“Let’s just say there’s a reason other demons don’t like us.”

He chuckled. “Ohhh, so you guys eat other demons? Do I smell tasty?”

“Not even close. You’re a half-demon, aren’t you?”

“Not the first demon that’s smelled that.”

“It means you’d be tasty to us for like 2 minutes and then we’d have to spit you out, like Hubba Bubba.”

“Oh wow.”

“Yeah. Besides…we only eat other demons when we’re injured. Since this is 20 questions, I’m think I’m entitled to some of my own.”

“Alright, shoot.”

“Why do wanna be a Devil Hunter if you’re a demon yourself?”

“Demons hunt each other all the time. Might as well do something smart and get paid for it. Figure I’d do a better job than some human in over their head.”

You shrugged. “Fair enough. What about your parents…how’d they meet?”

“How should I now?”

“Fair enough…again.”

“What about you? How’d your parents meet? Since we’re asking personal questions.”

“I wish I didn’t know.”

He chuckled. “Why?”

“Would you wanna hear from one parent the other had a nice ass? While eating?”

“Ohh. Yeah, I think I’d like to keep my mom’s image as clean as possible.”

You wondered how cold the pod would feel if he wasn’t stuck in here with you. He was VERY warm. It almost made you wanna cuddle with him but doing so would’ve been A: too weird and B: probably make him feel very smug.

Tony shifted in an attempt to get more comfortable. You were desperately wishing you could fully stretch your limbs.

“I just realized…I never got your name.” He looked to you expectantly.

“…Lola. Lola Bell.”

He snickered. “Yeah right. That name sounds totally fake.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, cause Tony Redgrave sounds legit.”

“Ok! ‘nother question.”

“Alright…”

“What’s your favorite color?”

“……………”

You felt him shrug. “I couldn’t think of anything else.”

“…(fave color). Yours?”

“Mmm…red.”

“That tracks.”

“Wait no, it’s blue.”

“You can have multiple—”

“Purple is nice too on some days.”

“Oh god…” you groaned.

You’ve heard stories of some demons being stuck in the pods for damn near a whole week. Thankfully, it seemed that this pod was smarter than most of its brethren and after a few hours.

Unfortunately, you both came back out more slimed than usual. You heard how the soles of your shoes kept peeling off of the ground.

“I feel…absolutely disgusting.” You groaned.

“You and me both.”

“Now…if you’ll excuse me. I still have a delivery to make. Nice to meet you, Tony. Don’t touch anymore Dreamscape pods, kay?”

“Oh, is that what those things are called?”

You waved him off, walking towards an exit.

“See you around, Redgrave!”

“It’s Dante!” He called out to you.

You stopped in your tracks for a moment to look back at him. “It’s (Your Name).”

Notes:

The pod is completely made up and it was the best I can do in the imagination department lol.

Chapter 4: 🪙 Then I’ll Wait

Summary:

After a mission, Dante finds himself stuck in hell. While waiting for him Lucia observes how…unbothered you seem.

To say it’s been a bit awkward having Lucia hanging around is…sort of an understatement. Dante had went off on a job requested by her and only she came back. She told you what happened and you merely told her she can come by to check to see if he’s back. And while Lucia felt weird about it initially, she DID come back daily to see if Dante had returned.

It was day in and day out of her just coming to the shop. But neither of you actually talked. You just let her in and went on about your own business which included you doing some light house cleaning, light cooking and then going off to do you own work—she learned you were some sort of courier.

There was something that made Lucia feel a certain way though. Your supposed lack of concern. In fact, you seem more concerned with keeping yourself…busy.

Ah.

Now she understood.

“He’s never been gone from you this long, has he?” She suddenly asked.

It was sudden and it had gotten you to stop momentarily before you continued skimming through the book you were holding. “Sort of…well, it’s just that he’s been gone for a while before but…he’s been you know…HERE and not in some demon realm. But rather than let my anxiety have me completely bug out, I’m just trying to keep myself occupied. That’s the best thing to do.”

Lucia nodded. “It is. Matier told me not to worry. She said that Sparda made the same trek before and he returned. She’s sure Dante will do the same.”

“I don’t doubt that in the slightest. If you’ve seen how much he’s survived, then…it’s not that I’m worried he’ll die down there but it’s just the lack of his presence that’s bothering me. I can’t help but think about things like…how tired he is. If he’s hungry or if he’s anxious himself. He could be just…having a shit load of dark thoughts and have to deal with them alone. The longer he’s gone, the longer he’s alone.”

“I see…you’re worried about him emotionally.”

“I mean obviously I hope he doesn’t get hurt but I just want him to…I dunno. All I know is…I’ll wait for him. As long as it takes.”

Chapter 5: 🍕 Bundt Cakes

Summary:

You and Dante’s first actual date. (Which also turns a bit somber)

While y’all had a “proper” date some point after that.

Really, the both of you have looked at this pizza date as your first actual date. One of your jobs proved more financially fruitful than his and you decided to finally pay him back for letting you stay with him after…EVERYTHING that happened at the tower.

On his end, it proved to be a really good idea. Not only could you help pay most some of his bills but your idea of a thank you was you ordering him pizza and baking two trays of cupcakes.

Essentially, you two were about to pig out for the night.

Well…for now it was just pigging out on the cupcakes as the pizza hadn’t arrive.

He let out a moan of pleasure as he bit into another cupcake.

“I can’t tell how long it’s been since I had a cupcake.” He looked down at it like it was an oasis in a desert.

“Technically, it’s a tiny bundt cake.”

“If it’s a tiny cake, it’s a cup cake.”

“I take it you like my baking then?”

“Sweetheart, you keep baking like this, I don’t think I’ll let you move out.”

“Good to know that all I have to do to keep you sedated is feed you.”

“You know what would make this better?”

“Pizza?”

“Yup.”

“Does it normally take so long?”

“In a city like this? Absolutely. So let’s play a game.”

You giggled. “Lemme guess…20 questions?” You were joking.

He snapped his fingers. “Bingo! We need to play a proper game of it. Y’know, outside of some bargain bin sleep pod. What’s your favorite pizza topping?”

You shifted your seated position. “Hmm…probably (fave topping). You?”

“Well, I like most of everything but if I had to choose…pepperoni. What’s your parents’ names?”

“Why do you wanna know that?”

“Cause I don’t wanna hear that you and I might be secret siblings.”

You chuckled. “And why would you need to make sure of that.”

“For when you and I inevitably hook up.”

“Ha! Ain’t you cocky. Well, if you must know. My parents’ names are Dion and Callum. Technically they’re not my biological dads, they just adopted me. I’m apart of a pod brood.”

“Sounds gross, what is it?”

“How have you been getting on as a Devil hunter with so little knowledge?”

Dante shrugged. “I wing it.”

“…Well, some Ferryman don’t need to procreate with another, sometimes certain members just reproduce alone. If an elder Ferryman commits to a year of fasting before binging, they’ll go out and consume other demons and then come back to their tribes and essentially turn themselves incubators where 6 months later, Ferrymen like me pop out.”

“That’s sounds…really gross.”

“You asked.”

“So your dads just liked you better than the other ones?”

“Pretty much. Most others like me are taken care of by the whole tribe but in my case my dads would always tell me it was my big ole eyes that caught their attention…and the fact that I was the only one that ever laughed at their goofy baby noises. And then I pretty much lived with my tribe until everyone was slaughtered.”

“By Arkham…”

“Yup. All for some stupid runes………they were some of the best parents a kid could ask for. I was a treasure to them and their gift to the world. There’s no telling how much I would give up just to see them again but even now, I can hear them telling me not to think like that. I think I’m more upset that our last time speaking wasn’t on the best of terms.”

“Why’s that?”

“In my tribe, every Ferryman has to venture out for their first hunt once they reach a certain age. All the other kids got the safer options and all that was left was the more tougher ones. The ones only adults do. Normally that means teens have to wait for more jobs but I managed to convince one of the council members to give me one of the tougher ones. My dad, Callum, found out and he was pissed. Told me no and I had him give this WHOLE spiel about needing to be an adult. I let him think he talked me out of it and then I left when they weren’t looking. Told myself when I come back, they’ll see I’m more than ready…and then I came back…to rubble. I was hoping I didn’t find their bodies, but I did. And the worst of it is I think they were going back to our tent to see if I came back when Arkham attacked.”

“…………”

“And I’m not an idiot. I know if I stayed home I probably would’ve died too but…at least I would’ve been the last thing they saw………so that they could die knowing where I was at the very least.”

The energy of the room shifted as Dante watched as your focused had clearly shifted off to memories of your family. He felt bad for even bringing it up.

Feeling his eyes on you, you snapped out of it and straightened yourself up.

“So, what about your mom? Sounds like shit got rough for you too.”

“Yeah…my mom used to tell my brother and I that our dad left us to protect us but sometimes…it’s hard to not feel like that was just something she told herself. Especially since it didn’t even work. He knew how demons were, he was supposedly this great soldier and leader but even he didn’t know that demons would go after his loved ones? Devils always play dirty.”

“Do you hate him?”

“I wish. I barely even know the guy. Every memory of him feels blurry. Now everything I know about him is through everyone else. My mom…random demons looking to settle a score…even the occasional ancient witch or whatever who lived long enough to both know him and meet me. I want to hate him for abandoning us but everything little thing I learn about him makes it sound like my mom was right and maybe if those demons didn’t attack that night, then maybe he would’ve come back. I guess he’s really gone but I used to wonder if he never showed up because he thought all of us were dead. After my mom died, I thought Vergil was dead too. I used to dream about my dad randomly finding me and promising to protect me. But that never happened……………maybe it’s dumb to say but I’d trade in this version of me for the one that’s still being protected by his dad.”

“Well…aren’t we a couple of well rounded adults now?”

You let out a soft giggle and Dante laughed with you. And after the both of you randomly bared your souls to each other over tiny Bundt cakes, the doorbell rang.

Dante let out a sigh of relief. “That better be the damn pizza.”

Chapter 6: ✝️ He Understands It Now

Summary:

Nero doesn’t really understand what you see in Dante

There was a lot of information that Nero had to come to terms with. One of them being where he and Kyrie were going to live.

Fortuna was no longer an option in terms of living, especially with the orphans they were now taking care of.

Luckily with your help, they were able to find a place with enough space. But then that left him time to think about the information he knows about you now.

You weren’t a member of the Order of The Sword. You never had any intention of following through with whatever they were doing. You only wanted information.

He learned you were actually a courier. The story about you being a wayward Sparda worshipper was just that…a story.

Those moments during sermons where you sat there with your eyes closed ‘taking in the good word’ was actually you either zoning out or sleeping.

But it’s not like all of you were a lie. You were always kind to Kyrie along with the children from the orphanage.

More importantly, that moment when Dante first burst into the church and looked towards you and Kyrie, Nero appreciated you attempting to protect her.

But in hindsight, neither of you were ever in danger…and you knew that but put on a good show. Cause the man that was seemingly threatening you, was none other than your fiancé.

That was truly the biggest shock. You liked that dickhead? He was so childish. He talks too much. He was cocky (as if Nero could talk). After months of knowing you, he seriously can’t believe that there’s something about Dante that woo’d you.

“Maybe she finds those traits charming.” Kyrie once told him.

Charming? He didn’t see it. So every time Kyrie wanted to visit you. He watched. And it was as he expected. Dante was a man child.

He listened to you lecture him about the wounds on him that weren’t healing fast enough. Any time you had a come back some sort of demon relic, he heard you countless times tell Dante not to touch it. He even talked like a pervert and he’s so handsy. He doesn’t care who’s around.

It was you who made sure that Dante didn’t play too rough with the orphans. And while Dante treated him like a nuisance (according to Nero), you were very gentle with him. Like a big sister he didn’t know he wanted.

Nero was beginning to think you just had poor taste in men. He even suggested it to Kyrie.

“I just don’t think you see what I see.” She told him. “Go talk to her, I promise she’ll help you understand.”

“Why are you being so understanding?”

“Let’s just say I know what it’s like for people to misunderstand the charm of someone you care about deeply. Try letting go of your frustrations with him.”

He merely assumed Kyrie was just doing her best to see the good in Dante. Not good as in noble considering how much he’s helped Nero but good as in ‘a good partner’.

But then he noticed something one day. While you and Dante were visiting, Nero had went upstairs to get a toy for one of the younger kids who had left it in the bathroom.

With the bathroom having a window view to the backyard, Nero was able to catch you and Dante taking a break from playing airplane with the kids who were now being fed snacks by Kyrie.

You looked like you were about to walk away until Dante softly pulled you back. He was making it clear that he wouldn’t let you go without a kiss.

You gave him a peck on the cheek but that wasn’t enough as Dante indicated that the other cheek felt left out. You obliged, but then it kept going.

Forehead, nose, and then lips. With you giggling after every one. Then some words are exchanged before Dante returned the favor. It wasn’t until he spotted Kyrie looking over at the both of you with a smile that he realized…oh wow, Kyrie wasn’t just being nice to Dante.

So he did what Kyrie suggested, and went to ask you personally what you see in Dante…after explaining his reasoning as to why you shouldn’t.

“Listen, there’s a very good reason you don’t see him the way I do. But I don’t see those as bad things. Yeah, they can be annoying on my off days but those are apart of his charm. I think you guys just had a bad first meeting is all. After all, you thought he was gonna kill everyone.”

“And you knew he wasn’t.”

“Yeah, I didn’t think he’d make an entrance like that but then again, subtly was never his thing. That’s one of the reasons I like him.”

Nero watched the pleasant smile on your face grow as you kept going. “I love how he’s always trying to make me laugh. Even with his healing factor, he always wants to come to me to get patched up. He’s very affectionate. He’s seen parts of me that I’m ashamed of about and still smiles at me. He pretends to have this devil may care attitude, but he’s a sweetheart. I guess qualities that could put him off for others, I just find endearing.”

And Nero kept that in mind whenever he caught Dante’s “soft” side. A side he seemed to specifically avoid showing Nero.

Those moments where Dante would bring you back little trinkets from gigs or even just your favorite treats.

Moments of him being the lucky taste tester for your food.

Him just making excuses to cuddle with you.

Him looking for reasons to initiate any physical contact with you on missions like offering to catch you even when you didn’t need it.

Sometimes while walking, he opted to hold your hand. Going on missions with you and Dante often made Nero feel like a third wheel to high school sweethearts.

He felt like such an idiot. Kyrie was right, he was letting his own frustrations with Dante cloud his judgment.

You really did find that motormouthed man-child endearing. And tt wasn’t a matter of your standards being in the gutter at all.

Pretty much in the same way that every flaw people saw in Nero, Kyrie found endearing.

The young woman in question catching sight of him coming back home with a look of defeat. He approached her, wrapping his arms around her waist and staring lovingly into her eyes.

“You were right.”

She smiled. “I know. I have experience defending you after all.” She gave him a kiss.

Notes:

You: Be nice.

Nero: I’m finding it.

Nero:……

You: It take you that long to find it?

Chapter 7: ⚡️If I Were A Zombie…

Summary:

When you and Dante take on a mission together, you take a nearly fatal blow. When Dante finds you, it’s in a state you’d rather he not see often.

He was confident you could handle yourself. But hanging with the likes of you and Trish reminded him how not every demon could tank so much like he could. Neither of you were children of a demon like Sparda.

Of course, it didn’t mean either you couldn’t handle yourselves. He knew Trish could. And he knew you could. Doesn’t mean there weren’t times were you both faltered.

He’s seen it before.

But this time…this was the first time he’d seen you brought to…this point.

Once he killed the heavy demon that had knocked you through 2 walls, he followed the smell of blood. When you didn’t pop back up, he assumed you were knocked away further and maybe stumbled on something.

He was eager to see that look of yours with stars in your eyes at the sight of some piece of junk. It was junk to him but you always looked at it with such admiration and he enjoyed it.

But this time something was off. He didn’t hear your excited muttering about ancient languages and what not.

However…he smelled blood and the sound someone or something struggling and letting out strained pain noises.

And it all came from a large room completely swallowed in darkness. Dante had been slowly making his way towards the sounds which all lead to a corner.

There you were, completely latched onto one of the smaller demons that had been periodically attacking you and Dante. The scenario was obvious.

Judging by the slowly closing hole on your back, you landed on an out of place pole. And one of the demons found you and thought to finish you off but failed to remember what you were.

Which lead to the now of you partially in your demon form which made you appear more like an imp-like succubus with your enlarged fangs sinked into the flesh of the demon.

You were drinking it’s blood. He wasn’t surprised, you told him what type of demon you were. But hearing is one thing, seeing is another.

“(Name)…”

The sound that was made when you abruptly snatch your teeth out of the demon’s neck, leaving their blood to slowly leak out of the punctures holes as you stared at him in shock.

He watched as your scleras went from black to white, indicating that you were out of whatever frenzy you might’ve been placed in.

“Dante! Fuck!”

You dropped the demon and looked like you were about to run off out of shame. Dante quickly stopped you, grabbing onto your arms to keep you in place but he noticed how you didn’t look him in the eyes.

You were really ashamed.

“Hey…you alright?” He asked you calmly.

The question shocked you but you answered anyway. “I’m…fine. Uhh…you can go on ahead. I just need a moment.”

“Hey, look at me.”

You didn’t.

“(Name)…”

No movement.

“Come on, you know the shit I’ve seen. You really a demon drinking another demon is worse?”

“…”

That seemed to do the trick. He felt relief when you looked at him, the demon’s blood still surrounding your mouth.

“I…really didn’t want you to see me like that so soon.”

Dante was a bit nervous. How should he respond? He could reassuring, but maybe it wouldn’t come off as genuine in this moment.

He could joke about it but maybe you were too anxious right now to wanna hear one of his corny jokes.

Or maybe that’s just what you needed? After all, you were anxious and embarrassed about his reaction. Then again, maybe not.

“You’ve seen me in my Devil trigger form countless times by now when I was still getting the hang of it.”

“Yeah but that’s still normal. I’m practically a cannibal. I do everything to make sure I don’t reach that point around you or anyone else. I got careless.” You tried looking away again.

Not on his watch.

“Hey, hey hey…look at me. You don’t need to apologize. Devils don’t cry, remember.” He joked.

“I’m not crying.”

“Well, Devils don’t feel embarrassment then.”

You didn’t respond.

“If you want…I can bite him too.”

Finally a giggle. Then you started joking with him too. “Aww, you’d do that for me?”

“Mmmmmm…I’ll have to really think about it.”

You lightly punched his arm. He then threw an arm over your shoulder, escorting you away from the dark room.

“Thank you, Dante. For understanding.”

“Anything for my girl.”

Notes:

Does anyone else miss First Kill? I miss First Kill.

Also, this is the last chapter I had written so now it’ll actually be a wait before the next one.

Chapter 8: 🍕 Treats

Summary:

You and Dante celebrate your first Halloween both in general and as a couple.

It was Halloween!

The grim reapers that lunged at you. The pumpkins with evil grins that cackled when you walked past them. Even a bubbling cauldron and some blood stickers that looked like hand prints for the door.

Needless to say both you and Dante were excited. Between both your childhoods you never really got to celebrate the holiday.

Dante told you his mom felt Halloween was too dangerous for them. He now knew why she thought that.

Meanwhile the adults of your clan just went out and bought candy for all of the kids. Sometimes they did hunts for the candy and told spooky stories and called it a night. Trick r treating was OFF the table. Last thing any of them wanted to do was to be running around all night looking for 20+ kids, especially the hoodlums of the group.

You and Dante had spent the two weeks leading up to Halloween decorating the shop. Of course, you shelled out for the more elaborate decorations. Witches that cackled whenever you stepped in front of them, smoke machines, you even made a CD mix of spooky music with some goth tracks added in, of course.

And of course, full sized candy to really get the kids hyped. You can already feel the pride building in hearing kids talk about how “that cool Devil May Cry place gave them the good candy”.

And the finishing touch was your costume. Despite going ham on everything else, you kept it to a simple flapper get-up, complete with the make-up of the times which took HOURS to get right surprisingly.

"BABE! I'M HOME!" You heard Dante calling from downstairs.

"I'm in the bathroom!"

The sound of his footsteps grew closer until he welcomed himself. His delighted chuckle let you know he was smirking at your costume.

"Well ring-a-ding-ding, pussy cat."

"No. Just no."

"What about…you're looking real rag time?"

You glanced at him. "No."

"Radical?"

"That's not even the same era lingo. You dressing up?"

"Of course, can't spend my first Halloween with my girl not in costume. I got the perfect costume!"

He quickly left the door frame of the bathroom before coming back with a see-through clothing tarp. On the front was the name of the costume, vampire aristocrat.

"Oh wow…"

"What? Don't like?"

"No, I love it. I didn't expect you to go for something so fancy."

"Hey, I can clean up nicely when I want to."

"Oh yeah? Prove it." You jokingly challenged him.

 

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Now everything was officially set. Dante just had to put the finishing touches on his costume but REFUSED to let you help cause he wanted to genuinely surprise you, so you let him.

You checked your costume to make sure it was perfect one more time before you heard the delightful sound of children leaving their house—wow, that sounds awful to say.

Peeking out the window, children and teens were excitedly coming outside in their costumes with their parents or older siblings tailing behind them, some also in their own costumes.

"Dante, come on!"

"Alright! Alright!"

Hearing his footsteps descending the stairs, you turned to see his fully costume and needless to say…you were pleasantly surprised. A person could be mistaken for thinking that it wasn't even Dante but maybe some fancy cousin of his.

The costume truly encapsulated what an "aristocratic vampire" would look like. From the fancy looking coat to even the slicked back white hair to the random red rose adorning his suit. He even wore a pair of round rimmed glasses—lens-less, of course—to make him look smarter and posh.

You couldn't help but think he did look a little familiar though but you couldn't place where or who.

Dante noticed you staring in awe and smirked. "How do I look?"

"Amazing!" You smiled.

"See? I told you I clean up nicely." Him speaking gave you a glimpse of his fangs as well. "Like I said, can't let my girl be the only one showing out tonight."

"So what? You awoke from your slumber to come party with little ol' me?"

He approached you, wrapping an arm around waist. "Can't let a babe drink all by herself."

You chuckled. "I don't think an aristocrat would say babe."

"This one does." He pointed his thumb to himself.

ding dong

"TRICK R TREAT!"

The flirtiness from the both of you instantly disappeared at the sound you've been preparing for the past two weeks. You excitedly picked up the bowl of full sized candy as Dante opened the door.

You both were greeted to the sight of three kids with their parents standing on the sidewalk behind them offering polite smiles.

The first kid was dressed like a fairy cowboy. The second was a simple zombie but did have good zombie make-up on. The third—and this was the cutest coincidence to you—was dressed like a classic Dracula style vampire.

"Wow!" You started off. "Don't you all look adorable?"

The fairy cowboy glared at you. "I'm not adorable. I'm a violent outlaw."

"Woah, OK." Dante tried laughing it off.

"Well, we have full size candy bars for you three."

That seemed to change the mood for the better as the little kids held out their bags expectantly. You obliged them, giving them three each.

"Babe, that's not too much?" Dante asked, immediately earning a glare from the Dracula kid.

"What even are you guys?" The kid asked.

"You can't tell? I'm a flapper."

"A what?" The fairy cowboy looked at you like you were crazy.

"A flapper." You repeated. "They were the party girls of the 20s."

"So you're like a stripper?" the zombie kid asked, catching you off guard.

"No! Not like a stripper. I'm not even wearing the sexy version of this costume. Why do you even know that word?"

"My aunt's a stripper and dressed like that one time for Halloween."

Dante didn't know how to respond. "Oh…that's…nice?"

The fairy cowboy looking at him next. "What are you? A French person?"

Now it was his turn to be caught off guard. "No, I'm a vampire."

"No." Little Dracula spoke up. "I'm a vampire."

"Kid, you're not the only one who can dress up like a bloodsucker."

"But you're not dressed right."

"Are you Marie Antoinette?" The Fairy Cowboy asked.

You couldn't hide your annoyance. "Oh, you know who Marie Antoinette is but not a flapper?"

"Marie Antoinette was a chick, kid."

The Dracula kid shrugged. "You could be a boy Marie Antoinette."

Dante scoffed. "I can be a boy Marie Antoinette but I can't be a different kind of vampire?"

"Vampires are scary, you don't look scary." Kid Dracula stood firm against your boyfriend.

Dante chuckled before kneeling down to the kid's height. "Any other day, I'd show you how scary I can be but tonight I'm gonna be on my best behavior for my girlfriend but just know…the only thing keeping you and your family from being demon food…is me." Then he stood up and ruffled the kids hair, making it look like he was just offering some advice. "Enjoy your candy." Each of the kids walked away but glanced at the both of you warily.

Once the family had moved on, you and Dante focused on each other.

"Do I look like a stripper?"

"No, don't listen to those little shits." He paused for a moment, eyeing the family as they walked away. "Do I not look like a vampire?"

"You do look like a vampire, baby, that just doesn't understand that there are different types of vampires and that's sad on his parents' part. Though…you do look familiar. I just can't place my finger on it."

"Well…it's not a complete vampire look. I found an old family photo—y'know, one of the ones that wasn't torched—saw my dad and thought, damn, he kinda looks like a vampire."

His explanation made it click for you. You DID see the photo he was talking about before. A family portrait from a time long forgotten by him. Him, his brother, and his mother were the only ones smiling in the photo. His father, Sparda, was standing behind them as stoic as ever.

"Actually…I was thinking of Vergil. It's not one to one but it's scary how your cleaned up look is just your brother."

He stepped back inside to look into the mirror. "Huh…you're right. Guess we know what I'll look like if I ever go all evil on you."

You closed the door, placing the bowl of candy down. Once again, Dante wrapped an arm around your waist, scooping you closer to him.

"Just know, that if I go evil, I'll be making you my dark bride."

You feigned a shocked expression. "Lord Dante, would I have a choice?"

He shook his head. "Nah…you're gonna be stuck with me for a long time."

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Notes:

I have a requested smut chapter for Dante that I'm excited to start working on but life is life-ing in an unfortunate way so it will take some time before it actually comes out since I also want it to be good.