Discord may cry

In the darkness of night a single moth floated down upon a solitary lamp post, a strange pony walked by his leather boots hitting the pavement as he walked. He descended a flight of stairs to a dingy bar, dust floated in the air as the stallion took a seat his red duster sweeping behind him. In the corner a few others smoked and played a hand of poker, but other than that the place was empty. A ragged looking barkeep looked over his shoulder at the stranger as he cleaned a mug.

"What'll it be?" He asked his focus remaining on the glass.

The stranger smiled and ran a hoof through his snow white mane, "I'll have a strawberry sundae." he said propping a hoof up on the counter. At this the barkeep turned around mildly amused.

"This aint no place for filly's" He said with a smirk.

"Just trying to sweeten up the place, smells like shit." At this the barkeep lost his amused expression and instead wore a frown. "Or more accurately, blood." The stranger said his tone never wavering his smile never faltering, he continued "I heard there was a bar around here, more of a dive actually where they'd take a guys life in place of money." he laughed. "Royal straight flush, you could kill a guy with that hand."

At this a stallion at the poker table tossed his cards down on the table mildly frustrated, a royal strait flush. He smiled and turned to the stranger. "How about, I buy you a round.." that was all he got out as the stranger produced a large black hoofgun and fired point blank into the stallions head without hesitation or remorse. He man fell back a hole in his head, but before he reached the ground his face split in two a hideous monster leaping from within launching itself at the stool where the stranger had been taking a good portion of the bar out with a single bite. The stranger however had leaped from the seat beforehand and had produced a second gun and now dual wielded them as the rest of the patrons turned into similar daemons and launched themselves at him.

The guns went off in a clatter as a hailstorm of bullets literally tore the monsters apart, suddenly from the side the original daemon latched himself to the stranger biting one arm and holding the other in place. "You've got a nice bite, mister royal strait flush." with his outreached hoof he let go of the second gun and flexed his hoof to the sky. Suddenly an enormous sword fell through the ceiling and into his hoof. The massive thing looked to be alive itself the hilt looking like a ribcage and the handle like bone, all made of metal. In a flash of steal it was all over, as the stranger slung the sword over his back and sheathed his guns, the head of the massive beast fell to the floor. He walked to the door, as a moth landed on it he reached for his blade and slammed it to the hilt into the door. The glass cracked and the barkeep fell through a shocked expression on his lifeless face. As he walked up the stairs he said without looking back, "Next time you open up, you may want to add strawberry sundae's to the menu." As he reached the top the body of the barkeep convulsed and a final daemon launched itself at him. He whipped around gun in hoof. "Bingo."

A small bell chimed as an older stallion pushed open a faded red door, he was wearing a grey suit with a matching fedora, despite his age he had a youthful smile across his face with just a hint of mischief showing. He walked across the wood floor of the warehouse, it was barren of furniture save for an old couch and a pool table in one corner and a jute box in the other. A stallion sat leaning back in his chair his head down sleeping, his white hair covered the majority of his face his back legs propped up on a desk where several old pizza cartons lay.

"Dante wake your lazy ass up." The man said throwing a magazine at the sleeping stallion, however Dante caught the magazine and flipped open a page or two and began looking at mares .

"What do you want? If you came to talk about my debt you should know that I don't have any money, so either tell me why your here or get out." Dante said.

"What an old friend cant stop by now and again?" The stallion said shrugging looking innocent. Dante looked at him with his sea blue eyes. "Ok, ok fine you got me. I'm here with a job." He said turning around and flopping on the couch.

"Thanks but no thanks." Dante said turning the page. "Not interested."

"Well you will be after you hear who it is." The man said mischeviosly leaning back folding his hooves together.

Dante looked up and said "Ok I'll bite, who is it?"

"Celestia."

Dante kept eye contact with the man, "Go on."

"Aparently her star pupil has been taken hostage by none other than Discord himself, now she'd get her herself but he took her back with him to the demon world. So that's where you come in, you go in, get her back and deals a deal."

Dante contemplated it, "So what's in it for me?"

The man laughed, "Get this, she said shed pay whatever price you asked."

Dante laughed, "So you realy will do that will you?" He looked to the corner of the room. "Come on out I know your there."

"Who the hell are you.." The stallion began but was interupted as the light in the corner of the room shimmered and revealed Celestia herself standing.

"So you are as good as they say, son of Sparda." She said smiling. Dante glared at her, she continued to smile however. "I knew your father personaly, he helped us in the war against Discord and his minions. It would seem you inherited his good looks."

"Cut the chat lady, I don't give a crap about how well you knew my dad." He said. "All I care about is bits, now you have an especially difficult job on your hooves. It's gonna cost ya."

"I am prepared to pay." She said gaining a more serious composure.

"Lets start with my debt, I want them all payed in full."

"Done."

"I also want 500,000 bits, half up front." He said leaning forward in his chair.

"Done." She said producing a bag of bits that she put on the table. Dante eyed the bits than looked back to her and smiled.

"Pleasure doing business with you." He said extending a gloved hoof.

Celestia shook hooves with him, "The pleasure was all mine son of Sparda."

"Please call me Dante."

"Well than Dante, I wish you luck on your quest." And with that she disappeared in a flash. Dante stood and grabbed a red duster off a coat rack to the right of his chair. He pocketed the twin pistols and slung a cloth guitar case over his shoulder.

"Looks like today is going to be fun." He said walking out the double front doors. Above them in neon letters read Devil May Cry detective agency.