Author's Note: This story is intended to begin after first DmC game had concluded. Only the current available canon information was used in creating this story. This means that any information in this story may be subject to change when a sequel or other similar DmC-related media is released. Also, any reviews are welcome. Thank you very much for taking your time to read.
Chapter 1 –
"No! No! Stay away from me! Someone, please! Help!" A girl was screaming at the top of her lungs.
Hearing the cry for help, a black-haired young man stood up and left a few bills at the coffee table where he had been waiting for an acquaintance more than half an hour ago. It already had been three cups of strong black coffee; and right now, he was raring for action or at least something to do rather than just lazing around at a coffee shop and idly waiting for something to happen.
Besides, he recognized that voice. It was Kat's.
After the fall of Mundus, Limbo City had turned into a prosperous and bustling metropolitan city ruled by the humans who were recently freed from demonic control; however, there had been a price to pay after the immortal Demon King had perished. Demons were now stuck in the human world after their supreme ruler had been destroyed and along with him was the return portal back to Limbo.
It was no surprise that the remaining trapped demons had given Dante a whole year of false security after he had destroyed the last large group of demons who had sought to reclaim the city as their own territory once more. This time, unfortunately, they were after something even more precious to him than protecting the city: Kat.
"No! No! Get back! I'm warning you!" The cries started to sound desperate. He had to hurry. He cannot just let her die. After all that they had worked so hard on. No, he would not let all of it go to waste.
"Stay strong, Kat. I'm on my way," Dante muttered to himself, hoping that she would indeed just had to hang on for a few more minutes until he arrived.
As Dante ran past several buildings and traversing through several blocks, a terrible thought crossed his mind: Kat might not be in Limbo City but in the twisted Limbo version of the city itself. He had already went through more than a significant portion of the city and Kat's voice sounded so ever close at where he stood right now – just outside a convenience store beside a streetlight.
But that was impossible. An ordinary human could not enter or even be inside Limbo unless dead. Moreover, just what kind of demon could be just as powerful as Mundus to be able to reconstruct and bring back Limbo as well as use its powers again.
This was no longer an ordinary run-of-the-mill renegade demon Dante was about to face. While he had faced similar adversaries in the past, he could not afford to make mistakes on this one. Kat's life was at stake and if anything happens to her, who knows what would follow.
Just then, the streetlight had somehow managed to twist itself and nearly smashed its metal pole into Dante. Rolling aside as the streetlight then slammed itself onto the spot where Dante had previously been standing, he noticed that he was no longer in Limbo City right now. He was now back in Limbo.
And strangely, it seemed to have had an overhaul on its appearance. Every skyscraper, alley and street had turned into dull shades of grey and dark blue. Anything made of metal such as the traffic lights, street lamps and even the cars were consumed by rust. Cracks lined the walls of buildings and the streets while walls of thorny vines erupted from the bigger fissures which sprouted in the intersections and the alleys.
"No! Don't!" It was Kat again. This time, he could hear her voice clearly. Just as if he was right directly in front her.
Turning around, he saw four porcelain-skinned women around Kat, levitating a number of red swords in a circular formation right above her head. Cackling maniacally, each of them pointed a finger at the girl, hurling various insults and demeaning remarks. Kat was down on the ground, covering herself with her arms in an attempt to protect herself, as the women continuously sent a sword flying right towards her and almost dealing a fatal blow only to stop short and returning it back to its place.
"Get away from her, you fucking Witches!" Dante charged right in, materializing Osiris in his hands and swinging it with great force that it sent a shockwave rippling right toward the demons.
However, they merely snorted out in laughter as a huge white barrier of energy appeared in front of them, dispersing the shockwave. Stunned as the same energy barrier also managed to block his strike with even shattering, Dante jumped back, trying to maintain a safe distance and wondering what kind of demons they were.
"Not the type you were expecting, huh, hotshot?" A female voice resonated throughout the area. A playful but mocking one. The way she taunted Dante with such a tone had sent Kat shaking all over as she continued to
"Who are you? And let go of Kat!" Dante looked around searching for whose voice that was and, upon seeing no one else who could have said that, yelled back in fury. "I'm the one you're after! Not her!"
"You? Ahahahaha, I'm flattered. But, no, thanks. Offer rejected. Or rather, request denied!" Her shrill laughter that seemed to send shivers through the air greatly irritated Dante all the more.
Gritting his teeth, he gripped on Osiris's handle harder as he looked on at the four demons that had surrounded Kat, his anger burning in his eyes and his hair slowly starting to shift to a burning white.
"Love my Hags, don't you? They're much more durable and beautiful and formidable than the silvery-skinned witches with black splotches of corruption who were here before, aren't they?" The voice casually remarked at the demons whom Dante was looking at with intense fury. "Marvelous ladies, aren't they? A pure embodiment of existence that neither contains purity nor perversion. Tell me they're pretty, will you?"
Ignoring her question, Dante clenched his mouth and muttered angrily under his breath. "Let. Her. Go!"
"I'm afraid I can't do that. After all, what's the fun going to be if I can't have it with her?" Malicious glee coated every word that she spoke. "Besides, wasn't that the reason you killed my dear sister for? Poor soul she was at that, thought the Demon King would've given her everything that she had wanted. Like your pet human, I suppose."
"She's not a pet. And… did you just say 'sister'?" Dante repeated in disbelief. "Lilith is your…" His voice trailed off as he realized that he may as well be talking to a powerful demon just like the female Demon Lord. Or maybe even more powerful as this one could tap through the broken energies that remained of Limbo after it was destroyed and brought it back together.
"My older sister. A demon that was in the world before it even began. She used to be so powerful that she gave birth to legions of incredibly wonderful and beautiful demon spawn. She could bend time and space, destroy and recreate the laws of nature, and even enslave masses of humans. Oh, it was wonderful… only if it stayed like that you probably would have been destroyed before your mother and father even birthed you. It had been a mistake for her to cling to that lowly ambitious demon whom she had given more than just a fraction of her power so they could rule together."
"Mundus?"
"Shut up! Don't you dare say his name in my presence! The traitor used my sister's own power to turn himself and only himself an immortal. Then, he tried to get rid of the more ancient demons who wouldn't dare obey him. My sister couldn't even go against him in her now virtually-powerless state. So that marked the permanent exile of me and several other ancient demons. With nowhere else to go, we retreated to the darkest depths of Hell while that idiot…" She paused and let out an infuriated high-pitched shriek that stunned everyone to silence – even the Hags who were previously preoccupied with taunting Kat.
Regaining her composure, she then continued on this time more calmly, "That idiot… he made himself a pocket dimension that hid in the human community you know as 'Limbo City'. Technically enslaving the demon who was once the Endless Night Mistress of the Shadows, he massacred the rest of the demon population who wouldn't serve his purposes. And there perished many of those who were truly gifted in the arts he could not even fathom. A ruler, he was not… just a filthy old rat in a human guise. A shame Sparda didn't kill him for good when he had the chance!"
"Sparda? You know my father?"
The voice chuckled menacingly. "Oh but that's enough chitchat. As one of the few Nephilim left, you sure seem lost and without any direction. But don't worry. I'll set things right. What your parents couldn't give you… I shall provide. Now then, that worm has to go. Say your final words to her and bid her a pleasant arrival to the afterlife."
Before Dante could even react, Kat had spontaneously burst into purple flames. The Hags simply laughed hysterically as each one of them launched a sword at the Nephilim to stop him from reaching Kat in time.
"Nooooooo!" Dante screamed, dodging every sword with remarkable precision and parrying those that he could not. "Kat!" As every second slowly ticked away, he was losing precious time from deflecting the demons' attacks which he had noticed to be on an entirely different level than Mundus's minions.
Soon enough, Kat's bloodcurdling screams filled the air and the smell of burning flesh wafted throughout the area. And as the last sword flew past Dante's head, making a slight scratch on his cheek, he knew he was all but too late. The Hags had already made their escape by enveloping themselves in blue flight and vanishing.
And all that was left were the ashes of Kat.
"No… it can't be..."
Dante woke up with a start, his heart racing and sweat drenched his forehead.
"Kat," he muttered. Taking deep breaths, he brushed the beads of sweat off his forehead. "Calm down, Dante. It's just a dream. Just a dream."
Getting out of the couch which he had been using as a makeshift bed for the past three days, he went over the sink and washed his face. He looked at himself at the mirror and sighed in relief upon noticing that the nick on his cheek was just a dream..
He was right. It had been just dream.
Now if only it would just stay as a dream. Little did he know that the real nightmare had only just begun.
