WinterSakura101

Roses are red Violets are blue. And I have to say, I lOve yoU. It all started on that day, When you walked mE home In the Rain. It was such a small gesture, But iT meant the World to me. And I kneW from that Moment, Who I waNted to be. Your blAck hair, YOur blue eyes. I know that they hold No Lies. I loVe you wiTh all my heart, And I hoPe this can be A frEsh starT. You are iN my class at school. So I can Watch you aLl day long. But don't call me a Fool, BecauSe I seE that nOte for soMeone else. You loOk at tHat othEr girL, The Way I looK at yOU. But I doN't uNdErstanD, DoN't you LoVe me tOO? I PromiSe to bE gOOD, Th

Dante regarded this woman as he considered the compromise. Ten grand would be enough to get Lady off of his back for a while, but it still left him with close to nothing for himself. Damn women, always taking everything, thinking that they can control everything. Who the hell do they think—? Eve cleared her throat when she noticed this strange Dante character zoning out. The owner of the odd-job shop, Devil May Cry, looked back up at her. "Make that pizza and sundaes for a week." He said, winking back at her. It was obvious now that Dante was not going to make this easy for Eve who was trying her best not to smack him upside the head.

Job Two: Red The demon birds rushed at Dante who showered them with bullets. The first row of birds pulled back as the bullets plunged into their feathered bodies and knocked into their other colleagues. The eight tumbled to the ground in a cloud of feathers. Dante sighed "You guys aren't very organized are you?" He pointed Ivory at the nearest demon and shot it in the head until it shuttered and went still. By then, the other seven birds had gained their balance and now came towards Dante, slowly surrounding the demon hunter. "That's more I like it." Dante smirked and jumped into the air as one of the demons smashed its beak into the grou

This world is infested with demons, and everyone knows it. Once upon a time the majority thought demons were just myths used to scare little children. Some still turned a blind eye to the truth. Some still believe that everything Sparda did for the world was just a story. But that great demon wasn't just a story, and neither were his twin sons. More than ever the number of demon attacks have increased in the past years and Sparda's demon hunter son was getting more work than ever before. Like I said: everyone knows about demons. But what about angels? Do these winged creatures exist?  Or are they just a myth? Well I can tell you that angels

 There was a flash of light as I awoke from my dream. I opened my eyes and more blinded light. Moaning, I closed my eyes again and rolled out of bed, hitting the wooden floor hard. Grumbling to myself and rubbing my head, I opened my eyes again. The sun was shining right on my pillow and I stood up to close the curtain. My room was dark once again; the way I liked it. I sat on my bed again I wiped sleep away from my eyes. "Yet another memory." I whispered to myself. That's all I dreamt now; my past. This time it was about when I had met the Singer who had opened my Voice. "Fortis." It was a good thing I didn't dream of anything else though.

    Wind blew through the lush green fields. I could hear the rustle of the tall grass in the wind and the slight flow of the stream nearby. Beyond the fields, the water, and the dirt paths lay the great town of Opolis. It was the only city that within miles and was home to a large percent of the population. My dream was to go to Opolis, at least once. We had many merchants from the great city come to collect our wool and cotton for clothes. I always used to help my father collecting the small white balls of cotton in the fields and I also tended the sheep. Now a sheep wedged its head between my side and my arm. I smiled down at it and str