DISCLAIMER: I own all three babies, the woman in black, the woman in white, Claire Lillith, the voice, the arms, Maximilian, Seraphina, the first wife, Flamius, Jolië, the monsters, Ziva, Angel, and Guantitus, the rest belong to their respected owners who are in no way shape or form I! I just own my OC's! Repeat: I own my OC's, nothing else!
WARNING: Uh… Nope, no spoilers in the Prologue, no swearing either.
Summary: Just read. And the Prologue is set when Dante is y'know, three max.
Prologue…
Two women entered a darkened library in a castle, both moving silently as they slipped across the room for the massive doors on the other side.
Two doors larger than the ones they were aiming for started opening far behind a human-sized desk, the only piece of furniture in the room they could reach in time. The women looked at each other before running and sliding, ducking in front of the desk as the doors opened completely, a large black and gold scarab walking out.
It had to be at least ten feet tall, probably taller, yet from how much the ground shook, weighed less than an elephant.
The woman in black nodded at the woman in white, the woman in black reaching for a hybrid grenade launcher-pistol slung over her shoulder.
The woman in white stopped her as the scarab waddled out the doors they came in, the massive doors behind them closing, before they scrambled to their feet and over to the next set of doors.
They pushed open one door, with a little trouble, and hurried inside, before closing it behind them.
"Hurry," the one in white said, "we don't have much time."
"Yeah, yeah." The one in black said before they both took off down the hall running, tied for who was in the lead, before the one in black took a sharp left, in the lead before she slid to a stop.
"Give me a break here!" She shouted, drawing her sword Collision. "You want to play?" She shouted as the monsters stormed up the halls towards her. "Then let's-"
"GO!" The woman in white jerked her by the back of her black leather duster, turning her around before letting go.
"What?" The one in black asked before her eyes widened.
The scarab was coming down the hall they had just come down.
"Great." She said, putting her sword on her back before they started running again, both of their leather dusters fanning behind them as they ran down the long hall behind them, to the scarab's right.
"AFTER THEM YOU FOOLS!" The scarab ordered his monster minions as the women ran as fast as they could, which was fast in human standards.
The one in black raised her right hand, gloved in black leather, as she ran. "Let's see just how much Hera cranked the power up." She said before turning and sliding to a stop, throwing her hand out.
A wall of red electricity slammed into the monsters, the scarab staying wisely out of sight as the monsters were thrown back, disappearing as it was revealed they were illusions.
"Can't even hire good minions, huh?!" She shouted before turning and running after the woman in white, the scarab going after them.
They reached a throne room of sorts, the room in shambles with large sections of the floor missing, the drop into the darkness seemingly never-ending, as the one in black looked over her shoulder before looking ahead. "Go," she tapped the one in white on the shoulder before turning and stepping back into the hall. "I'll deal with ugly."
Not needing to be told a second time {Because who in their right mind would turn around and say, "No, I'll fight him."?}, she assessed the area before leaping, kicking off the massive pillar to her right before landing on her feet in a remaining section of the floor, taking a running start as it crumbled behind her, before leaping, soaring through the air before throwing a grapple, the magnetic section at the end holding onto a ruined chandelier as she swung into the not-quite-ruined hallway, releasing the grapple just before the chandelier crashed into the nothingness behind her.
Landing on her feet, she stopped as the hallway rumbled. "That's not good." She said. Turning, she went to the edge of the hallway. The doors into the throne room were shut.
"Oh great." She muttered.
Turning, she sighed before removing a pair of sunglasses from her jacket and pulled them on, tapping a small button on the rim before night vision came on.
"Let's see what they have in store for me then." She said, starting down the hallway quietly but quickly.
Soon she reached a man-sized door, several heavy-duty locks in place outside of the door, but none were locked. So, after making sure the door wasn't rigged to blow or something, she opened the door and stepped inside, leaving it open as she silently approached the raised box in the center of the room.
She stopped and stared down at the object in the center. "Hello." She said before picking the object up and holding carefully, it was fragile, before turning and heading for the door.
She left the room as quickly as she dared before starting down the hall away from the ruined throne room, praying for an exit.
Before long she reached a hallway leading to the room that would get the object out of there.
She started up the hall before a roaring sounded and the woman in the black was sprinting up the hall behind her.
"GO! RUN!" She screamed, flipping in the air as her duster twisted before becoming massive black wings as she drew her sword.
"Let's do this!" She yelled, the scarab coming up the hall towards them.
The woman in white fled down the halls of the mansion, the bundle in her arms, checking over her shoulder once before looking forward again, fleeing for the portal room.
It had been a long night, and it wasn't going to end any time soon. She grimaced, running as fast as she dared.
The woman in black yelled before she was thrown into the wall, pushing off of it and using her wings to soar through the halls towards Guantitus- Yes, the scarab had a name. "GET THAT BABY OUT OF HERE!" She roared before metal met pincher as the woman in black battled the large scarab.
The young woman carrying the baby ran into the portal room, placing the baby gently down on the altar, the cream cloth securely wrapped around her.
"God forgive me." She prayed before stepping back and using the pendant around her neck to activate the portal, a bright blue light growing as the baby began to cry.
"You'll never have this baby!" The woman in black shouted, wielding her sword as she backed her way into the portal room, the ground shaking as the scarab came around the corner, slightly slower than before. She stumbled slightly before back flipping, ready to fight as much as she could to protect that baby.
As the light flared, the scarab roared, "NO!" And lunged for the portal, the woman in black diving out of the way, sheathing her sword as she dodged, before grabbing the other woman by the arm and dragging her from the room in a run as the baby vanished, Guantitus missing her by ten feet.
As the two women fled down the cobblestone drive, the one in black let go and pushed the other a little. "I told you we should have come sooner! And next time- We're bringing grenades!" She said loudly before starting up the path, slowly to admire the scenery. It would be a long time before they would see this place again, and yet it wouldn't be them…
The other woman snorted. "You would have killed us all if armed with those things!" She flared her hands and a white portal opened before she ran for it.
"Na-uh. Our future rested in our hands tonight- And I think we should leave a note somewhere that we need grenades the next time!" The one in black argued before the one who opened the portal entered the portal.
The one in black stopped, looking back at the castle, a smirk on her face, before she sighed and turned back, stepping through the portal as her clothes turned white.
The portal snapped shut as Guantitus cursed them, not realizing what had just happened…
"No matter what you fools do," he growled, turning into a tall man, "that maybe will unlock the gates of hell and then she will reign over the planet." He growled, slamming his fist into the ground before roaring in anger.
Sparda watched as two blue lights lit up the stone, his sons playing in the background with some toys while their mother went shopping.
Could it… No. No, he died a long time ago… Unless… But how? Sparda shook his head before looking at his sons and smiling. Whatever was coming- He knew his sons would be ready for it.
But as he looked at the stone once more, he noticed two more faint lights appearing, these two red.
What the…? What is going on?! Angel was no surprise- But this?! Something is wrong.
He had no idea how right he was.
He returned to the room with the twins as Dante looked up and waved at him, Virgil shaking his head at his twin. Sometimes the boys were the same, yet so very, very different…
Eva entered the room behind him and the boys cheered before climbing to their feet and hurrying towards her.
"My darlings!" She said cheerfully, dropping to her knees and opening her arms as the boys rushed over and hugged her, and she returned the hugs.
Sparda smiled at them. Everything was right once more, and he would protect them until he no longer could.
"What? No hugs for me?" He asked in a mock-hurt tone.
Dante looked up from hugging Eva. "C'mere Daddy. Group hug!" Virgil looked up and nodded wordlessly.
As Sparda was about to respond, the doorbell rang.
He shot Eva a 'get the kids and hide' look, which she did, before he answered the door, the person ringing the doorbell for the fourth time.
He silently stepped over to the door and looked into the peephole.
Ziva.
He opened the door quickly and stuck his head out, making sure it wasn't a trap, before shooing her inside. "Eva, it's safe to come out." He said loud enough for her to hear.
The boys returned to playing as Eva, Sparda, and Ziva went into the next room to look at the stone, the lights growing stronger.
Ziva looked at them and sighed. "Just as I feared- They sent them here. You must keep your eyes open just in case you ever meet one of them. If that is the case… Tell them what you know, or whatever you can tell them in the time allotted."
Sparda nodded while Eva spoke. "What if…" They looked at her. "What if they don't believe us or what if… What if we're too late?"
Ziva sighed. "Then you are too late. We never know what the future has in store for us, and with the four of them… We have a shot. Anything's possible though."
Sparda wrapped his arm around Eva's waist. "We'll be ready." He said.
Eva nodded. She just prayed that she, the boys, and Sparda wouldn't be forced to choose sides, breaking their family up.
A large red portal opened outside of Madame Claire Lillith's mansion, a tall woman with golden hair pulled back in a harsh bun and a long black dress glided out, gliding over to the portal as a pair of arms deposited one basinet, then a second, on the lawn before going back into the portal, the portal closing with a howling noise.
She grinned, holding her joined hands to her face, as she stopped over the basinets, two babies in them.
"Oh, aren't you two adorable. And the perfect rules." She cooed, waving her long fingers at them, the nails on those fingers long as well and painted black. "Yes you are, yes you are."
The babies giggled, making her smile. "Aw... How adorable..."
She stopped and looked at the sky, a massive swirling red cloud over the mansion and the three-hundred-some acres of land. "Soon…" She purred. She looked down. "Very soon…" She giggled, covering her mouth, before lowering her hand. "I shall you both…" She looked at the girl. "Shannon and…" She looked at the boy. "Spike." She giggled again. "Perfect names my children." She gasped. "My children…" Her eyes widened. "Mine."
They are yours until they come into their full power, then they are no longer. A deep, dark voice said from the cloud.
She bowed. "Of course master…" She looked at Shannon and Spike once more. "But until then, they and I are family…"
Mary sat in her playpen, playing with a stuffed bear as her father argued with her mother in the next room, the doors closed.
The yelling grew louder and she frowned as she stopped playing. Even though she was a toddler, she knew what a fight was, and she could piece together bits of the conversation, even though she didn't know what the words meant… Well, she knew what some of them meant…
"She will someday be very powerful. We should teach her to respect me before she is too old. She could help me-" Her father, Arkham said, when his wife Kalina-Ann interrupted him.
"No! Arkham, she's going to be a normal child. None of this…" Mary stopped listening. Boring. For a toddler that is.
She giggled as she danced the bear around.
How this sweet, innocent child grew up to be Lady, no one would ever truly know.
In the next room, Arkham growled. "With Flamius and Jolië possibly gone, no one can stop me."
"Arkham- Jolië was my friend. I wish you could speak about her in a respective way." Kalina-Ann said, turning her back to her husband.
He growled. "Someday, I will complete every plan I make, and no one, not you, Mary, Flamius, or Sparda can stop me."
No, Kalina-Ann thought, but Flamius and Jolië's children can. She got to work on straightening the desk as he left the room as she sighed. She wished he would be the man she had fallen in loved with and married, but, she feared, that man was long gone.
Maximilian Foire glanced at his watch once again, worried seeing as how they were late, very late.
His wife, Seraphina, placed her hand on his shoulder. "Maximilian," she purred into his ear, "they'll be fine. You trust the girls, don't you? Hmm?"
He sighed. Seraphina was his second wife, his first wife having died in childbirth. "I trust them I just…" He shook his head sadly. "My children deserve better than this, better than everything I could ever dream of offering them."
Seraphina sneered behind him before digging her nails into his shoulders. "It will get better my love," she cooed as he raised an eyebrow, looking at the nails digging into his muscular shoulder, "soon."
The portal opened and the two women shot through, the darker one sneering at Seraphina, who sneered back, while the lighter one looked at Maximilian with a raised eyebrow.
"Are they-" He started.
"They are safe." She replied in a cold tone, making even Seraphina feel a slight chill. "For now. I cannot guaranty how long they will stay safe though."
The darker one turned her piercing gaze on Maximilian. "He will come for them, someday." She said, her voice colder than the light one.
He nodded. "All right. Will I able to protect them?"
"They will be able to protect themselves." The dark one said before they turned and started down the sidewalk, walking in unison before the fog swallowed them.
Even as Seraphina hugged him from behind, purring comforting words, he felt a pit in his stomach. Somehow he knew his daughters and son were not going to be all right.
The dark one looked at the light one. "Think they'll ever figure it out?" She asked as they approached the boat named The Black Swan.
The one in white raised an eyebrow. "Which one?" She asked.
The one in black shrugged. "Both."
The one in white sighed. "We've been over this. Max will know not long before… The calamity…" She sighed again. "And the children will know. Period."
The one in black sighed as raised her arms, clutching her hands behind her head as she walked. "Shame. I was hoping life would be different for them."
The one in white rolled her brown eyes. "We've been over that as well: Life will never change for them, no matter what we do."
The one in black scoffed. "If someone dies it will change."
The one in white stopped as the on in black kept going. "You really would kill someone just to change the past?" She asked, raising both eyebrows as she crossed her arms.
The one in black snorted, dropping her arms to walk backwards towards the boat. "No, but I just wish they'd never have to do some of the things that they will someday… Like facing Oriku…"
The one in white nodded and sighed. "I know, but it's the only way. Unless they figure out a way around it."
The one in black placed her hands behind her head in thought before scoffing and dropping her arms. "Fat chance." She turned and leapt into onto small yacht.
The one in white nodded slowly. "I know." She said to herself before the one in black fired the boat up and the one in white had to take a running jump to get onto the boat before they pulled away from the dock.
She watched as they drove out of the fog, the city swallowed whole. Someday, they would be back, yet at the same time, they wouldn't be.
Yes, yes, I know. 'The characters stink, the plotline is thinner than tissue paper, the bad guy is a loser', yes, yes, yes. Ask anyone who knows me- This is who I am. And about Sparda… I'm still working the kinks out- But hey, the guy wasn't Jesus! Even he had his off days! Have fun with this long fic of mine. {Grins devilishly before disappearing in a cloud of black smoke.}
