From the beginning
By Slayer of EvilCH1. Sparda's Destiny
Sparda stared into the swirling vortex before him with his large, blood-red sword on his back. His cape blew furiously in the wind and the air was filled with the cries of evil demons on the other side. Moondus, the emperor of the Underworld, was now clinging to the edge of the vortex with everything he had. He knew he had been beaten, but he could not bare to swallow the fact that it had been a mere demon soldier that had defeated him and his entire legions. Now here he was, about to be sealed into the underworld by this very same demon, and there was nothing he could do but hang on till he could no more.
" Sparda!!!" Moondus bellowed over the endless cries below him. "You traitor! Why protect these pitiful creatures? Why!?" Sparda simply laughed to himself at the comical situation that demon he once called master, was in now.
"Because if I don't, no one else will, Moondus. Besides, anything is better than looking at that face everyday." Sparda replied with a laugh. He gave Moondus a mocking bow and then blew him a kiss saying, "See you in Hell."
With that, Moondus gave a final cry, and then disappeared as the vortex closed. Sealing away Moondus and all of his minions. Sparda turned and observed what was left of the city after his long and tiresome battle. What once was a fairly decent town, was now in ruin, and the only recognizable feature was a large crucifix upon a church steeple. Sparda brought out his sword, and held it out at his side as it morphed into a scythe. He hurled the blade through the air like a boomerang, towards the crucifix. SHINGK!!! The blade sliced through the metal cross like butter and sent it flying into the air. He raised his hand to the air to catch his returning blade and returned it to his back. Then using his free hand he snatched the plummeting cross from the air and observed it in his dark, spiked hands.
"It would seem that fate has chosen me to do this task, and I for one am not one for stepping down from a challenge." Suddenly, Sparda's senses caught the presence of another being close by. He placed the crucifix on the ground and turned in all directions trying to pin-point the intruder. It was small, he could sense, and wasn't much of a threat to himself, but it definitely was of the demonic variety. He felt a gust of wind splash into his shadowed face as the being flew aver him and landed atop a ruined structure behind him. Sparda didn't even turn to face the stranger, he felt that it wasn't worthy of his eyes yet.
"Oops," he said, his speech dripping with sarcasm, "it looks like I missed one."
"Trust me, you missed more than just one, but hey nobody's perfect." The being said in a perky female voice that was strangely soothing. Whoever this was, she had a mouth on her, and Sparda was ready to face it off too. He turned and stared down the newcomer perched upon the fallen structure. She was about five feet tall, with curly red hair down past her shoulders. She wore all black clothing with pink trim and had a pair of black, bat-like wings on her back. Her green eye's showed no fear in the presence of Sparda, and she fully intended to make her fearlessness known.
Sparda shook his head in annoyance and called out to the female demon, "your not worth my time."
"Oh but your sooo worth mine." She replied with a growing smile. As Sparda turned to walk away, The girl appeared directly in his path, as though she had materialized from one point to the next. She stared up into the glowing red eyes of this seven foot warrior, and smiled with pride.
"What are you looking for, a death sentence? Get out of my way!"
"so you're the one rebel demon with a big attitude huh? And what name does this dark knight go by hmmmmm?" Sparda shook his head and replied, "My name is sparda."
"Hmmmm, the dark knight, sparda. Kind of has a nice ring to it don't you think?" she giggled "My name is Ebony. Pleasure to meet you Sparda, though I'm not too happy that you took away my winter get away."
"would you like a one way trip?" he grunted as he pulled out his blade and slashed at the girl in the blink of an eye, It wasn't till she appeared,. Hanging on his shoulder that he realized he missed.
"Oh please," she bragged. "I mean it's not like I'd actually go to Hell." A look of confusion appeared in Sparda's eyes.
"What are you talking about?"
"Well," she began, "I can be killed, but I'll just get reborn after several years as a clean slate, with absolutely no memory of my past life. He He He!"
"So I can kill you, but you'll just come back later?"
"Yupp, that pretty much covers it."
Sparda paused for a moment. "Works for me!" He lunged with his free hand at his shoulder and grabbed the air. Still gripping his sword in his right hand, he spun around in every direction searching for Ebony. After several moments he heard her voice behind him, and spun around again to see her suspended in the air by her wings.
"Dude, you have some serious anger issues," She said with a laugh. "What is it you expect to do now? I mean, you're not exactly the prettiest thing to look at. You're seven feet tall, have horns, and big red eyes. You don't exactly fit in a crowd."
"well, I suppose I will take the form of these humans, and settle down while there is still a peace to enjoy."
Sparda thought to himself, how he would pull this off. True he would be able to disguise himself as a human, but it wouldn't be long before Hell would break loose, and he would have to once again assume his position as the last line of protection for the Earth. He shook his head of these thoughts, his focus belonged on this irritating demon.
Suddenly, his head began to pound. He fell to his knees and dropped his sword as he brought his hands to his head. It felt as though his head was about to explode. Images began to run through his head. They started out very peaceful. He saw a beautiful woman with long blonde hair and a face that would make the angels sing. She was telling him that she loved him very much. Then his head pounded even more as the images shot forward several years. He saw this women, he assumed was his wife, holding two small boys, both with strong white hair even as infants.
"Say hello to your sons Sparda." She said to him as he saw his hands take both boys. "What are you going to call them?" she asked.
"Virgil.....and, Dante."
His head pulsated once more, the images warped ahead Three more years. He saw a large portal in front of him, he turned to see his wife holding the hands of his three year old sons. His heart grew heavy as he heard himself say,
"Please tell them, when they're old enough, that I love them very much."
He saw one of his sons, Dante he assumed, waved good bye as a tear rolled down his face. Finally the images stopped. He got to his feet, and picked up his sword as he looked up to a confused Ebony.
"Uh dude, are you feeling alright?"
"No, I'm not," He mumbled. "but then again.....neither are YOU!" with that, Sparda lunged with his sword, causing it to transform into a spear. It stretched into the air, surprising Ebony and not giving her enough time to react. SHING!!! The speared edge blasted through Ebony. Sparda reeled her in as his sword transformed back, Ebony still barley alive.
"You big meanie!" she replied weakly as Sparda stared straight into her eyes. "Why, what did I ever do to you?" she whined.
"Nothing. You said that you get reborn after several years right?"
"Yeah......so?"
"So, I need someone to help raise my sons, because my wife won't be able to do it alone," Sparda said with a heavy heart.
"Your what?"
"Good bye," Sparda said as he ripped his sword from ebony's chest and watched her eye's glaze over in death. She fell to her knees and rolled onto the ground as Sparda turned to walk off, into history.