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The Devil's Edge

(Y/N) had never been one to believe in the impossible—at least, not until the day she met Dante.

It all started on a rainy afternoon. (Y/N) had been working the late shift at the local café, her mind numbed by the endless clink of dishes and the quiet chatter of customers. The storm outside had been relentless, pouring sheets of water against the windows. It was the kind of evening where you'd want to curl up with a book, maybe some tea, and forget the world outside.

But the world outside was about to get a lot more complicated.

She heard the door swing open, and a gust of wind and rain rushed in with it. In the doorway stood a man dressed in a red leather jacket, his long silver hair wild and untamed, eyes glowing with a strange, predatory gleam.

For a moment, the air itself seemed to still.

Dante.

He looked around, spotting (Y/N) immediately. His lips curled into a smirk.

"I was hoping for a little coffee... but I didn't expect such a warm reception."

(Y/N) blinked, feeling her heart race. She couldn't explain it—there was something about him that felt otherworldly, dangerous. And yet, he had this casual, almost cocky air that made him seem... approachable.

She found herself walking toward him without thinking.

"Uh... Can I help you with something?"

Dante's eyes twinkled with amusement.

"Well, you can start by telling me what kind of coffee you've got. And then, maybe you can help me with something a little... bigger."

His tone was playful, but there was something in the way he said it—something that hinted at the danger lurking beneath the surface. (Y/N) felt a shiver run down her spine.

It didn't take long for (Y/N) to realize that Dante wasn't just a strange man with a ridiculous amount of confidence and charm. He was something else. Something much darker.

She learned that he was the son of Sparda, a legendary demon knight, and that he fought demons for a living. Yes, demons. Real, monstrous, nightmarish demons that roamed the world, hidden in plain sight. (Y/N) had always thought of such things as fantasy, but now... she couldn't deny the truth staring her right in the face.

That was the moment when her world began to change.

One evening, as the skies turned crimson with an unnatural sunset, (Y/N) received a call from Dante. He didn't often call unless it was urgent.

"(Y/N), I need you to meet me at the Devil May Cry shop. There's something I need to show you."

Curiosity piqued, she found herself standing in front of the small, unassuming storefront—Devil May Cry. A neon sign flickered above the door, casting an eerie glow on the cracked sidewalk. She pushed the door open, and the scent of old leather and gunpowder greeted her.

Dante was leaning against the counter, his arms crossed, his back to the door. He didn't turn around when she entered, but his voice was calm.

"I'm glad you came."

(Y/N) crossed her arms, feeling the weight of the moment.

"I never imagined I'd be standing in a demon-hunter's shop, much less calling you a... friend, I guess."

Dante laughed softly, the sound like music, but there was something deeper in his eyes, a hint of something darker he kept hidden.

"Friend? You don't need to worry about that. You're much more than that." His voice softened, but the intensity didn't fade. "The world I live in isn't one for normal people. It's dangerous. But I promised myself I wouldn't drag you into it..."

Before (Y/N) could respond, the ground beneath their feet began to tremble. Dante's eyes narrowed, his expression hardening.

"But it looks like I don't have a choice anymore."

The door to the shop slammed open, and a huge demon stormed in, its hulking form blocking the entrance. Its red eyes glowed with hunger, its jagged teeth bared.

(Y/N) froze, fear creeping into her chest. She instinctively moved to hide behind Dante, who immediately shifted into a battle stance. His hand went to his beloved sword, Rebellion, the blade gleaming with a cold light.

Dante cracked his knuckles, smirking.

"You really picked the wrong night, pal."

The demon roared, but Dante didn't waste a second. He was already in motion, his movements fluid and precise, the blade of Rebellion flashing through the air as he sliced the demon's arm clean off.

(Y/N) watched in awe as Dante fought, his every movement an elegant display of raw power. The demon staggered back, but before it could regroup, Dante unsheathed his pistols, Ebony & Ivory, and unloaded a barrage of bullets, each shot hitting its mark with deadly accuracy.

The demon shrieked in agony, and with a final swing of Rebellion, Dante finished it off, the demon's body disintegrating into ash in an instant.

(Y/N) stood there, breathless, eyes wide in disbelief.

"You... you just killed it. Like it was nothing."

Dante holstered his guns and sheathed his sword, looking at her with an unreadable expression.

"It's my job. Demons like that don't deserve to live." He stepped closer to her, his voice lowering. "And neither do you."

(Y/N) blinked, confused.

"What do you mean?"

Dante reached out and gently cupped her face, his thumb brushing against her cheek.

"You don't belong in this world, (Y/N). But... I can't keep you out of it now." His voice softened. "And I won't let anything happen to you."

(Y/N) felt her heart race, her world spinning. She had always been drawn to Dante, but this—this was something entirely different. She was caught between the pull of his words and the overwhelming danger that followed him.

Dante's lips curled into a half-smile.

"You're going to be a lot more than just a bystander from now on. You're in this with me."

The days that followed were filled with more battles, more demons, and more time spent with Dante. He trained (Y/N), teaching her the art of combat, of surviving in a world full of demons. She learned quickly, her natural instincts kicking in, but more than that, she found herself drawn to him in a way she couldn't explain.

One night, after a particularly brutal fight, the two of them sat atop the Devil May Cry shop, watching the city skyline. Dante sat with his legs dangling over the edge, looking at the moon. He was quiet—something he wasn't often known for.

(Y/N) sat beside him, looking at the same moon.

"You know, you've never told me why you fight, Dante. Why you do what you do."

He exhaled a long breath, eyes softening as he turned toward her.

"I fight because it's what I was born to do. But... there's more to it than that. I protect the people I care about. And I've come to realize... I care about you."

The words hit her like a thunderclap, and she turned to look at him, heart pounding. Dante, the devil hunter, the son of Sparda, was staring at her with an intensity she had never seen before.

Her hand reached for his, and for the first time since they met, she felt at peace with the chaos of the world around them.

(Y/N) had entered a world filled with darkness and danger, but she had also found a light in the form of Dante. And no matter how many demons came their way, she knew she wouldn't face it alone—not with Dante by her side.

Together, they would fight, survive, and maybe, just maybe, they would find something worth protecting in the end.

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