Mission O: Purple-clad

Blackness and pain surrounded her. Her body ached and she couldn't recall why. The last images she remembered were a series of fast movements, directed violence and urgency. Then came a bright flash and the world went black.

Train. Wait, why a train? What did it have to do...

She felt a stinging sensation. It was coming from... her nose. Yes, her nose. It was spreading all the way down to her chest and she suddenly couldn't breathe properly.But rather than panicking, some kind of honed instinct kicked in and she rolled over her side. Immeadiately the stinging sensation lifted a bit but the pain most definitely amplified.

It was then she opened her eyes for the first time.Only to see a blurred out look of the orange sky. Wait, why was it blurred?

Her hearing was returning, she heard cackling and a annoying ping in the background. Deciding that questioning her current vision was not in her best interest, she started looking around. It was then she realized her vision wasn't blurred because of her but the surrounding. Thick clouds of dust and smoke filled the air and she could hardly see past the first hundred metres. But she managed to make out a few figures near by.

The first was a white themed girl to her left. Her complexion pale and she had snow white hair. The was a rather odd looking rapier beside her.She was leaned against a wall unconscious.

Partner. Weiss!

Looking away to she turned her gaze to her right and saw a blonde girl. Her theme was mostly orange and yellow and she had a pair of yellow bracelets that looked familiar.She too was apparently knocked and laying on her side.

Sister.Big Sis! Yang!

As she identified the figures one by one, her senses also started returning. It was then she noticed the ground was pushing against her back albeit weakly.There was also a soft rumble that was getting stronger.The pain had alleviated enough for her to roll once more and with some extra will push herself up into a sitting position on her knees. It was then she saw the final edition to her team.

She was the opposite of Weiss. Dark themed and in contrast to her skin. She wore a bow on her head and had a gun-sword tied to a ribbon beside ber. She too was on the ground and facing away from her.Sighing in relief that her team was all accounted for, she turned to find her one personal possession, her beloved weapon, Crescent Rose.

She was grateful enough that the gun-scythe laid not too far away to her right.Crawling the short distance on her elbows and knees, she grasped it by the lower haft and pulled it close to her. She turned it from its scythe form to its gun mode and used it as a makeshift lever to stand up. The smoke and dust was beginning to clear up revealing an avenue with rows upon rows of buildings. In the distance there was what seemed to be a gargantuan wall that had a single space in the middle.

Wait a minute, a space?

Much to her horror she realized that the 'space' in between was in fact a large breach and that if they didn't seal it soon then threats from beyond the wall were going to flood in en masse. Thoughts became reality as the shaking of the groundwork was becoming stronger.She could faintly hear a plethora of roars,screeches and other beastial noises coming from beyond the hazy air.At this, her mind became lost between accepting the bitterness of the situation or fighting in hopes that some sort of good outcome will unfold.

In the end, Ruby Rose, the young reaper of Beacon Academy and huntress-in-training, decided to stand her ground.Her team was coming to already and she could probably hold off the first few runts long enough that they'll come in to back her up.Loading a fresh magazine into her wepon, she took off at steady pace. The pain by this point was a mere memory to be recalled at some other point im life. She decided not to use her semblance until the first beast appeared as a means to conserve her Aura.

Her pace was cut short half way when she began seeing a figure manifesting within the mist. As the thick, hazy air cleared, she finally saw a man standing stock still at the centre of the breach. In front of him were hordes upon hordes of the Grimm, the dark creatures that have driven humanity to its brink. The young academy student could faintly see a curved blade protuding from the man's left side but the rest of the weapon was concealed by the man's posture.Her perception was quickly analyzed and her mind realized that the man in front of her was in danger of committing unintended suicide if he tried to fight the Grimm alone.

However, all intentions to assist this mysterious man was cast astray when the figure moved.

DMC

[DMC 4 intro theme: Out of Darkness]

Darkness was enveloping him, he could feel it's presence saturating the very air that surrounded him. It's perpetual hate that would make most mortals cower away in fear.The looming madness that wished to consume all.Like a great tide, it was rapidly closing the distance.

As his eyelids lifted, he was met with a familiar sight. Hordes upon hordes of monstrosities imitating all walks of life.With practiced motion he pulled his weapon from the earth and levelled the blade to face the enemy.He took a stance with his right leg drawn back and left forearm raised to rest his blade upon.He blinked and his vision was filled with a much more sinister sight.

What were once mere beasts with claws and black fur were substituted with eldritch horrors with every appendage imaginable.In place of a green open field, there was an open plane of fire,charred stone and mass upon mass of flesh. The sight was enough to make mortals mad.Fortunately,he wasn't one.

In a burst of superhuman speed, he impaled the first beast straight through it's centre. Then just as fast, he pulled the weapon out and pivoted on his heels to bisect another one before using that same motion to impale a third. This motion, the very essence of his battle style was what allowed him to compensate for his weapon's large size and turn it into a devastating whirlwind of death and destruction.

At his tenth kill, he decided to jump back to reevaluate his strategy. In hindsight, he was getting pushed back, the numbers were increasing tenfold despite his earlier push. Deciding to try a new approach, he grabbed his weapon with both hands and gave a hard tug. The weapon extended immeadiately at its master's command and it's blade unfolded to become a scythe.He lowered the newly formed staff weapon before swinging forward in an arc motion.

Rather than the individual slaughter from before, the beasts were now getting cut down by the foursomes.The range the scythe had kept them at bay.But sheer numbers were at play and it wasn't long before one of the pseudo-bear like creatures broke through and swatted the length of the weapon aside.Instead of retracting the weapon, he instead raised before tapping the bottom of the scythe on the ground,transforming it once more. This time into a halberd.

He did a high jump into the air and came crashing down weapon first into the beast thus impaling it.With he himself still in mid-air, holding the staff, he leaned forward and drop kicked on top of one of the wolf creatures, killing it instantly. In yet another impressive display of strength, he pulled up his halberd with the dissolving carcass still attached and brought it slamming down into one of the lesser bear creatures.The force was such that a small shockwave was created and the horde briefly receded.Pertubed and to some lesser extend fearful of what this being was which by no means was like their usual pray, even the stronger ones.

Afterall, one didn't just simply blockade an entire horde of Grimm on their own. Especially, when combined with Alpha Beowulfs and Ursas alike.

The sudden lull in the fighting was rudely interrupted by the apperance of even larger,more deadlier Grimm. Massive two-headed snakes and equally large scorpions.The sight of their massive brethren was enought to motivate the smaller ones to charge into the fray once more.

As this happened, the nobleman watched with a stern expression whilst breathing lightly. Deciding that whatever happens next would decide the fate of the human settlement. He retracted his weapon back into its sword form and held the blade with both hands with the blade facing upwards.He poured his concentration into it and was rewarded with the sword splitting into two seperate ones.

In his left hand was a sword that had lightning dancing across its blade length and a pair of bat wings for a crossguard.The midpoint between the handle and the blade had a dragon's head with the jaws open as if consuming the blade.

In the other, he held a sword with a 'W' shaped crossguard.The weapon had four skulls around the pommel and had a slight tinge of blue aura.

Crossing both weapons together just below his chin, he got into a stance once more.Legs spread apart and body lowered. Before charging straight into the horde at breakneck speed.In a stunning display that will be the magnum opus of a hundred depictions many years later, demon fought demon in the only way possible for their kind to settle disputes.Up close and personal.

As black ichor painted the evening sky, heads and appendages followed suit. All sense of rationality and grace was substituted for simple, brutal swings meant for quick kills alongside of thoughts.

Death.

Carnage.

The oncoming horde was quickly cut down to a single lumbering, black bear. He could see the rage in its eyes at the death of its kin.It quickly got on its hind legs and tried to swipe him with its massive paws. He ducked under the first two swings then sidestepped to the left, stabbing his left sword into the creatures hide before switching to a reverse grip.He ran alongside the beast with the blade still attached before violently pulling the blade out from the creatures rear.It didn't even get to scream in pain before it was bisected horizontally.

Not bothering to watch the beast dissipate, he began to inspect the rest of his handiwork.For the most part, the closest they got to the breach was roughly three metres and his senses didn't alert him to any other enemies.

Oh, at some point, it appeared he had gained a small audience, splendid.

[Out of Darkness ends]

DMC

All of four of them had mixed reactions to what they had just witnessed, on one hand, Ruby was awed and humbled by the skill dispalyed by the purple-clad stranger. She had never seen someone move with such skill and grace as if the blades were literal extension of his arms. But what caught her attention the most was how he had split his original weapon in the two seperate ones he currently wielded. There was no distinct sign of mecha-shifting like most she had seen would have. It was as if the massive curved sword had simply dissipated.

Her sister Yang,on the other hand, was having mixed feelings for the battle. Sure, in the times she actually paid attention in history class, she heard of tales and stories of how some huntsmen have been able to hold entire hordes on their own without a single scratch but to completely obliterate one? Now, that was was something she would've laughed at. Not even her uncle had that sort of confidence, sure he could probably delay a horde long enough for back up but even he had his limits.

Weiss, however, was less interested in the man's skill in battle but in the way he carried himself. All her life, she had been drilled into portraying the perfect descendant of nobility despite choosing to be a huntress much like her elder sister. Her time spent engaging with other Atlesian nobles during most of her father's banquets had further reinforced this.The adults would act pompous and attempt to display their wealth and influence through every possible way from jewellery up to abstract wording that she doubted they themselves knew what really meant.

But this man... wearing only the most basic of regal clothing with a monocle over his left eye had managed to project nobility rather than portray it. She doubted even her father could match such a feat. From the way he stood, it seemed rigid but through experience she could tell he was poised to strike at any moment if deemed necessary. From the way he fought, every action was controlled and refined to enable maximum efficiency.He had yet to speak but she could tell this wasn't a man to be messed around with.

As the others continued being entranced by the stranger,one Blake Belladonna was just about ready to break a leg. Her Faunus senses were just about screaming at her that there was something... wrong, very wrong about this man. The power he projected was otherworldly and was not like anything she had ever felt before.

Suddenly, their thoughts were halted the moment he turned his hardened gaze to meet theirs. His final kill was disintegrating into the wind and as their eyes met his, they noticed the menacing red glow that radiatef from each iris. Time seemed to slow down for a brief moment before the signature whirring of aircraft resounded above them. Team RWBY turned to see the approaching aircraft and sure enough there was more coming in, most of which were Atlesian with a few Valean aircraft in the mix.

With the arrival of backup, the team of four began to relax but were suddenly alerted by the surprised gasp from their youngest member. They turned to look what was the cause and much to their own shock the man was gone.

DMC

Atop one of the buildings, the man in purple regalia watched with half-interest at the reaction of the audience. He supposed he could be a bit amused.Afterall, one didn't just run past four spectators and their aerial friends along with jump up a several story high building and land on the building behind them without breaking a sweat.

He breathed in the surrounding air, it had been a while since he had a nice workout, it still felt nice to have some form of urgency in doing things, especially when it came to fighting.

"You say that now, yet when once more you regain full strength. You will do nothing but attempt to hide it behind the weak flesh of mortals.Surely you are despicable."

Ah, there came the mood killer. Why did he even bother to give the overgrown lizard freedom of speech he wondered.

"That perhaps has to do with how much you've succumbed to their influence.Much less attempt to imitate them physically.Truly is this what has become of you Sparda?"

At this, the legendary Dark Knight of Hell refused to correspond. There were afterall more important things to do.

As he turned around to walk to the opposite edge of the building, a sinister shadow followed him. It matched his every movement. But those who truly knew what it was would know that the shadow was infact the true form of the man.

As a demon.

DMC

A/u:And done. Napster153 here bringing you with yet another idea of mine. This will be one out of two stories that I'll be working on. I've got other plans but their more thoughts really.

I'm ambitious. Let's see where this goes.