A/N We are finally starting to post the 3rd in the series, however it may take a little time to update after a few chapters there are still fight scenes to write so it will be slow going
But we will post what we have for now.
On with the show
Brothers in Arms 3: Time's Up
Prologue: Malicious Meetings
Disclaimer: Morwen owns Vergil, Arow owns Dante, Capcom owns us all
Full summary: So time has passed, the brothers are still fighting the demon scourge that surfaces from the bowls of hell, with singing and old faces, and yet another enemy baying for the blood of the sons of Sparda. Problems are now resolved, and the timeline changed forever, only oblivion waits for one man, and so comes the end of the Changing Time Trilogy, but is it the end of the Brothers in Arms?
The meeting was in session, the shadowy room gave off a strange feeling, one of worry and apprehension.
The executive looking people sat at the leather chairs around the long conference table in silence waiting for their leader to speak.
"You all know why we are here. Now, we need answers; who is this that would seek to destroy my empire and why does he still breathe?" a voice from the head of the table spoke.
The tension in the room intensified; a man to the far left spoke in a nervous voice; "We don't know who this hunter is but we know how to find him; he is being followed as we speak."
The shadow at the head of the table shifted, "But he still lives," he observed with a dangerous tone.
Next a woman spoke, "We have sent many to dispatch him but none survive an encounter," she let out an uneasy breath.
"Then perhaps we should seek help from elsewhere to defeat such a formidable foe," the figure spoke.
There was a chuckle from the far end of the table and a figure stood and in a smooth voice spoke, "I have just the people for the job," with a flourish the new speaker flicked a white business card to the head of the table, it fluttered to stop in front of the shadowy figure.
The figure glanced at the words written on the card; 'Brothers In Arms – Fighters of Fiends' it was followed by a number.
"Yes, just what we are looking for," a pleased smile spread across the shadowed face, "Thank you Abaddon."