RWBY: Sin and Sanctum
AUTHORS NOTE: Ok guys, first fic on this particular account so if you're reading and enjoy this i MUST push the importance of FEEDBACK. i have the entirety of the story up to current events in the RWBY canon but for now i'll speed out the first...3-5 chapters over the next few days. i'd like this to be more about character growth and interaction but i want to put a great amount of action in there as well. i myself am going to try to not glorify the devils to make them out to be more approachable as characters...but from a game as over the top as Devil May Cry i have my work cut out for me. with that said and done, i give you...CHAPTER ONE! and hopefully you give me reviews, follows, favorites, etc etc.
Chapter 1: prologue
Nero sat idly on the bus, eyes glazed over in uncontemplative thought, head resting on the chilled window and his eyes closed, cutting off most of his senses to his surroundings. this particular transport was headed to the ruined city, a aptly given nickname to the wasteland surrounding a demolished demonic tower, and home to the architect of its destruction, a seasoned demon hunter by the name of Dante Sparda...was Sparda his last name? or was it his fathers first? something to bring up in idle conversation he guessed.
Nero pondered the strange summons he received from the Son of Sparda, for he wasn't one to waste effort on friendly visits and delightful pop-ins. he figured if his presence was needed by the man, he should show. Not many people could get such devout compliance from the rebellious man then again, not many people had his respect equal to the extent dante does.
The transport lurched to a stop, his only way of his senses telling him he had reached his destination. He stands up, his joints giving an audible pop as he stretched out
'too stationary...too long.' mentally grumbling as he looked outside to find he was at the town edge, the bus driver refusing to venture further into the city. He unloaded his clothing and a large hard plastic and metal case with a red rose etched into it. this case held his trusted weapon, the red queen. though its companion, the blue rose sat ever-loyally along his lower back under the coat. He disembarked from the bus and looked around his surroundings...the place was deserted but held an eerie liveliness to it...as if ghosts were occupying ever ruined business and abandoned car. This made Nero a tad uncomfortable though he shrugged it off in his own personal way of dealing with such things...crudely voicing his opinion to himself
"i was under the impression this place was a dump, not a shithole..." he joked to himself, almost as if to test if anyone would answer him. He pulls his headphones off to hang loosely around his neck and slings the duffel over his shoulder, his blade-in-case carried like a briefcase at his side as he ventures into the city.
he followed Dantes vague instructions through the city until he reaches his destination, dante's place of business as marked by the pale red neon sign.
"Devil May Cry, huh? Doesn't have a bone for poetry does he?" Nero chides to himself as he places his duffle on the sidewalk and takes two steps onto the stair of the business before he stops and cocks an ear to hear something akin to...'shifting...sand?'
Obeying his instincts he turns on his heel and flips out his firearm, holding it to the nose of a blue reaper like demon. 'same shit, different day' he resigns in his head, a smirk plays on his face as he pulls the trigger and with a loud *BANG*, relieves the creature of its life. He surveys the area, watching more of the demons crawl from demonic runes and piles of sand. He blasts the music on his headphones before walking into the center of the group, them surrounding their would-be prey...
"well...lets makes this short and sweet." he sarcastically laments as he raises his firearm and begins cutting them down one by one.