A Cold Day In Hell .:~:Dante Love:~:. Part 1: A Brand New Name

But the day yin and yang seperated was the end of the world for you. So today was the day that you and Matt had seperated--the day Yin and Yang have parted--the day the world inverted itself, and just reversed its order. Everything felt so wrong to you. No Matt, no life. He was your life. I mean-- after all the years spent together. We're bound to bump into each other some other time... you thought, leaving the college with a long face. Dante, however, being the careless lazy demon hunter he is, dropped you off and left. So you just walked.
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You reached the city in which you met Dante, Patty, and Morrison, and found yourself a job there. You settled yourself with your own bar/nightclub, of course you only co-owned it, it was founded by a outgoing, laughable, uplifting, cheerful, and funny guy named Vitaly.
"I'll see you then," Vitaly wished a goodbye to you. Goodbye. Goodbye, see ya, catch'ya later.... it was all the same to you. All you used to hear were hellos, and you liked them. But like I said, when Matt had left your world, the world had left its natural state.You were left alone in the bar, it was silent, but somewhat relaxing. The relaxation had faded away until it was downright awkward. You reached over the counter and switched the radio on.
"Its like Im paranoid lookin' over my back. Its a like a whirlwind inside of my head. Its like I cant stop what Im hearing within. Its like the face inside its right beneath my skinnn....!" the radio had spoken to you. (I didnt write that I'm copying the lyrics of Papercut xD). You indulged into the music and sat yourself down. A long day at work and you finally had moments of peace. You opened up your book and began reading Cirque Du Freak. You were terribly thirsty for the next events in the book, you'd anticipated the entire day for this moment. To finish this book and start the next part of the series you viciously craved. You slammed the book shut and checked out the time. Shit, 11 o'clock? Better shut this shithole down... you thought. So you did as your thoughts demanded. You shut the place down, shut the radio and shut your eyes, only hoping that it wouldnt be as shitty outside as you expected. You opened the door. It wasnt as you expected...you expected better. The weather was crap. You sighed in frustration and walked home. Your feet were your only option for transportation at the moment, Vitaly was strict on you. You lived under his roof, worked for him, basically you were his prisoner, but you didnt mind it. For now.
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Walking home was never the easiest task for you. You were pretty strong person, too. You could take handling a few drunkens, but never could you walk home alone without the thought of being raped, murdered, being held captive and so forth. It scared you-- the more you worried about it, however, the higher the chances were that you wouldn't be teen-napped. You really hadn't known that. "All right.... ok. I can do this. After all, home isnt that far..." Your thoughts were constant and loud, softened as you began to indulge into them. Oblivion had once again surrounded you, making you just tell yourself "Everything's allright". Nothing was. In your own world-- everything was perfect. But not really, some dude had pushed you right into an alley. You broke out of the embrace of relaxation and darkness, you'd dozed off easily. The man suddenly began to attack you. You didnt really know what was going on at all. He ran to you, you still didn't know what was happening until the man suddenly stopped. BOOM! Gunshot. :) The man fell over on his stomach. Suprised, you look behind the man to expose Dante. You rolled your eyes. You saw it coming.
"You should learn how to take care of yourself better," Dante spoke.
"Shut up. I'm not the one that just killed someone," you said. Making no sense, but trying to get yourself out of Dante's words.
"It wasn't a human," he said. "It was a demon. And you could've been killed." Dante finished. You smirked.
"Dante, Dante, Dante..." you were just about ready to lecture him. Dante positioned himself to pure boredom, you walked closer to Dante stepping over the man. "Thank you,"suprised, Dante accepted your thank you, and kept that secret.
"Why dont I take you home?" he whispered. "it can be like a date," He smirked.
"No, I'll go home myself, you flirty bastard tha--" Dante found your beginning words innaproriate and carried you off, bridal style to Devil May Cry.
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you reached there with Dante, as he dropped you on your feet. You shivered cold from all the rain. Dante walks over to his desk and sits in his chair. He casually rests his hands behind his head and lets his feet up on the table.
" . . . What the fuck was that for?" You asked, kinda annoyed.
"Dry yourself off, Jessamy," Dante ignores you, in deep of his own orders. "You and I have got a long day tomorrow."
"Long day . . . ?"