Tales of the Dark Knight
Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry
Author notes: This is my very first fanfic. So, please be nice to me. But, please feel free to give any comments or suggestions. And please let me know if I should continue this story or not.
Prologue
The crimson crescent shone its blood-colored rays in the unfurled red sky which extended behind the horizon. Screech of suffering, pain, and misery reverberated in the oppressing air which pierced into one's soul deeply. The debris of ancient edifices scattered everywhere, half-soaked in the pool of red liquid substances and there was a pile of dead bodies in the centre of the debris.
Among these carnage and chaos, a demon stood solidly. He had a pair of goat-shaped horn which jutted out from the side of his head. His three sloped eyes were as red as blood and the third one were etched vertically on his forehead. His sheer and skeletal wings which laced with thorn on the edge of it were folded behind his back. His body covered with thick and hunkering armor, giving the impression of sturdiness and impenetrableness of his armor. He wielded an enormous sword which sized as half of his body. The sword covered with blood which trickled down from the edge of the sword, making its way down to the beneath red pool. There was no sound at all, except the droplets of blood that hit the red pool, sending vibes and resonances to the calm red liquid.
Suddenly, the demon hoisted his sword and pointed it at his surroundings, breaking the stratum of silence. Other demons that surrounded him, jolted back by his sudden movements.
"Traitor! How dare you opposed Lord Mundus and fight for the sake of that pathetic beings!" One of the demons from the crowd cursed.
"There will be no clemency for the traitor! Now, let's shred him to pieces!" The other demon uttered, simultaneously raised its claws and attacked the demon that they called traitor.
Following its command, all of them attacked him jointly. But, the traitor stood still and watched their movement calmly. Abruptly, he swung his sword in a blink of eye which gave deadly blow to the demons nearby. Ropes of sinew parted and blood sprinkled from the wounds. Their bodies fell to the red pool, making noise of resonating water which echoed throughout the place.
The remaining demons backed off, moved hesitantly and considered their probability to win against the traitor. After several minutes of contemplations and thick silence, they moved forward and raised their weapons and claws.
For the first time in the battle, the traitor uttered.
"You have just declared your death sentence,"
At the end, no one survived except the traitor who still stood sturdily among the debris and corpses. Even though he bathed with blood and suffered from several wounds, he stood elegantly in the rays of the crimson crescent. One of his feet was rested on the head of random corpse while both of his hands clasped together on the sword's handle. He stared at the tedious seriousness and emptiness for several second then bowed his head.
It's over.
The demon that fought for the sake of pathetic human and raised his sword against his own kind was said to be the traitor.
He has become a legend, not only for the human but also for the demon.
It was him.
The Legendary Dark Knight Sparda.