"It would be best if we leave it here." Raven suggested, her impromptu once more unappreciated.
It was a sword, but not like any other. It was long and slender, the handle was diamond embedded, with white and ebony. The blade itself was neatly sharpened, not something that was recently neglected. Its edge was sunk into the ground, and there were no incantations whatsoever.
"No, whoever this guy is, is likely to be dangerous. Who carries a sword as deadly as this?" Robin inquired. The Titans had arrested Cinderblock, until they came about the sword implanted at the shore of the tower. Raven knelt down beside the team leader, realizing a strange aura coming from it.
Her memory glinted off, flashing past vague memories that traced to the sword in front of her. The faint memoir of the Yamato Katana ricochet directly to her thoughts. She barley recalled who it was in custody with, in fact, she didn't know at all.
She thought it would be best to reassure that she knew what it was, but who was she kidding? She would only put the leader in apprehensive security, and leave the rest of the team to worry that the sword's presence was there for a reason, lest aware that it might deal with Raven herself.
"Come on, its half past ten, and I need to hit the sack." Beast Boy complained from his perch next to them. "What's the big deal? We shouldn't worry unless the guy tries to murder us."
"BB, if you haven't realized it, we're on an island separated from the city. Anyone could still see a giant T on it. But not just anyone would go through the trouble to cross the ocean area separating us from them and plant a sword on the shore." Cyborg impatiently supplied.
"Please, we shall not let ourselves consume worry with this weapon. It is possibly Cinderblock trying to scare us." Starfire stated her theory.
"We already interrogated Cinderblock. Plus, it's not like he's the kind of guy who would wield a sword." Robin informed.
"Yeah, the dude's half rock." Beast Boy piped in. Raven remained silent throughout the conversation, when its presence was identified to her only. She stood up, and Cyborg, Starfire, and Beast Boy launched into an argument to leave it alone or not.
Robin ignored their conversation, until he sensed something wrong about Raven's silent silhouette behind him. He whirled around.
"Is there anything you might know about it?" Robin inquired. Raven gazed up at him.
"No, nothing. We should just leave it alone, It is a possibility that it might be a mistake here. It's best that we just tighten security." She replied.
"Um, okay. That sounds alright." He noticed her gaze flicker away, deep in thought. "You do know something about it, don't you?" He strongly asked. The three stopped quarreling long enough to notice Robin's accusation. Raven's brow furrowed.
"I don't know anything about it! If I know something about it, it's a sword." She innocently responded.
"Okay, sorry. Come on guys, she's right. We'll just set up the motion sensors for the night." Robin ordered. Raven gave a final glance at it as they strode inside the comforts of their home.
Dante strongly fought against the demons, widely swinging his sword, the Rebellion in an arc, diagonally severing a demon in half. He retrieved ebony and ivory, his guns from his back and perfectly aimed and assassinated several demons in a swift succession.
Out of spite, Dante found himself grinning cockily at the notion that this was his new job. He owned a one-man agency that he hasn't named yet. His purpose was to run the shop and assault demons in hopes of finding the ones who killed his mother.
Also the fact that he needed a living on earth. He hasn't fully recuperated from his demonic ways, he knows that he never will. He gazed around, not in the least intimidated by the silent shadows of the night. There weren't any unfamiliar silhouettes.
With that on his mind, he placed the Rebellion sword on his back, and pocketed his Ebony and Ivory pistols. He heaved open his shop doors, greeted by the welcoming aromatic scent of his lingering cheese pizza. Hell, he still had his likes and dislikes.
Over the past few months, Raven had grown her hair a bit past her shoulders, letting it hang loosely to earn recognition from her team. Also to stop Starfire's persistent rants about it. She slid open her doors to be welcomed by her shadowed domain.
She sighed deeply on content as she laced off her cloak and hung it on a peg. She strode over to the comforts of her bed and she drew her blanket up to her chin, shivering slightly. She exhaled, but she surprisingly saw her wisp of breath visibly dissipate in the air.
She gaped at her surprise visibility of breath, even at the notion that her thermometer only read seventy five degrees. She sat up, and exhaled once more, this time, her breath wasn't visible to he passerby.
"Azarath Metrion Zinthos," She muttered silently to herself, the familiar chant never ceasing to be of assistance. "I'm losing it," She scolded herself. As she silently lay her head against her pillows, her gaze automatically drifted to her open window.
Her mind rapidly flashed through her day. She never opened her window. She aggressively sat up, torn between minor disturbances and her precious sleep. She strode over to her window across the room, the curtains flapping allegedly in the oceanic breeze. She jerked the window closed, but as she fingered the lock, a hand was placed over hers.
"We don't want that now, do we?" A voice hissed. Raven's charka flashed tremendously, and she felt her telekinetic power surging through her. She yanked her hand away from his, and thrust her powers into the shadowed silhouette. Her eyes grew wide in astonishment as he powers surged right through him.
The voice eerily laughed without humor.
"There's nothing stronger than your telekinetic power, Raven." The shadow made a savored step into the moonlight of her window. A blue cloaked figure clad with the Yamato Katana on his back, and spiked back silver hair was lit with illumination.
"Who are you? You're the one who planted that Katana at the shore of the tower." She persisted.
"That was me. You may not know who I am, Raven. But I know a lot about you. Your power, your agility, your strength. You have the capacity to create the portal to the underworld. You have the potential to serve as the true demon your blood has." He claimed.
"To create a portal? Ha, you think you know about me, but I am a portal. I serve as Trigon's slave!" She hissed.
"More than you serve as a daughter, yes. But you are half demon, Raven. You have your ways to become more demon than human." He demanded.
"Shut up! Who the hell are you?" She hollered.
"I…am Vergil. One of the sons of Sparda." He introduced himself clearly. "You are Raven. The daughter of Trigon."
"What do you want from me? No way you can be a son of Sparda!" She demanded. "That was two millenniums ago!" She persisted.
"The sons of Sparda have devil blood in them. I have that in me, Raven." He stepped closer to her, and she stood back pre cautiously. Vergil closed his eyes, and threw back his head, giving out a scream in strength.
For a mere second, legendary symbols appeared in blue around him, and a sapphire wave of demonic field surrounded him, and both of them dissipated, and there before her eyes lay the unmistaken demon, the blue creature that had haunted her thoughts that his proved he was truly the son of Sparda.
The demon had the sapphire skin, the sword still on his back, but charged with devil power. It had a strange aura coming from him, the air around him wavered.
"Do you believe me now?" The voice was a complete octave lower, with a gravelly demonic voice tied with it. Raven stood back, distancing herself from him.
"What do you want from me?" She whispered. Vergil clenched his fists, and the devil trigger stopped, once more, symbols appeared momentarily around him, and the demonic wave of force was thrown from him. He resumed human.
There came a hastened knock on her door.
"Raven? Are you in there?" Robin's query came.
"Perhaps some other time." Vergil commented, throwing open the window, he leapt strongly from it, and Raven craned her head down to watch him. Vergil landed perfectly on his feet.
"I'm coming, Robin." Raven exasperatedly responded, thrusting the window shut. She sprinted across the room and the door slid open, detecting her body heat.
"Are you okay?" He inquired, his staff in hand. A worried expression was splayed across his face. "I heard screaming." He persisted, withdrawing his staff.
"I'm fine. What did you hear?" She tiredly moaned.
"Nothing, sorry. I thought it was your room." He cautiously backed away, his hands innocently in the air.
"No, it's okay. Do you always work this hard?" She head herself ask.
"Well, yeah. I mean, you're a teammate." He informed. "I just don't want you to get hurt." He continued.
"Yeah, save your warm gush for Starfire. Goodnight." She shut the door.
"Yeah, goodnight," Robin's muffled response showed eager timing.
The next sunset, after their recent arrest of Adonis and their celebratory pizza, Robin received a distress call about a threat in town.
"Dude, we've been fighting Adonis the whole day! Not to mention the lunch we skipped, how many times his suit had the capacity to teleport him elsewhere, and finding him again, and then he disappears again!" Beast Boy complained.
"This guy's seriously dangerous. We have to go." Robin leapt from his perch at the table and sprinted over to his R-Cycle. He glanced at his communicator. "Titans, go!" He hollered.
Dante mercilessly thrust his Rebellion sword into a demon who attempted to pierce him with the scythe. He plagued his pistols Ebony and Ivory in a wide arc, for the long range scuffles of the demons far away.
He drew out his sword once more, performing his million stab technique to another demon. He aerial raved several demons and at the last resort, equipped himself with his pistols one more, ending the lives of yet another hustle of them. They fell, and dissipated into chestnut dust.
Dante was a devil, with his famous trademark red cape. On his back held his weapons. He had dark gray pants, and hardcore boots. He had long silver hair that was usually tucked behind his neck, its edges barley brushing the collar of his cape. The cape had tightened sleeves, and the cape draped down to his ankles, an inch or two before it reached the ground.
He had black gloves with open fingers, and not to mention his demonic sapphire eyes covered partially by his silver hair. The cape showed his bare chest, not fastened with a brooch, but with a single brown strap.
He placed his Rebellion sword on his back and tried not to acknowledge his surroundings. The demons had tried to ambush him in his shop during the current sunset, which was completely trashed from their fight.
He grimaced. His pool table was sliced in two, his desk was overturned. A steady creaking came from above. He glanced up. His ceiling fan collapsed with a clatter, shattering in different parts.
The man who had come in the shop, summoning the demons, was obviously assisting Dante's twin brother, Vergil. Dante strode over to his jukebox, and pre cautiously pressed a button. Nothing happened. He disappointedly kicked it with the heel of his shoe.
"Damn it," He muttered, glancing at his store surroundings again. "Whatever," He murmured, striding over to his desk to retrieve some bullets for his pistols, when he heard the door open. He drew out his gun and aimed it across the room, where seemingly five teenagers stood.