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It all started two thousand years ago, When the ambitions of a dark devil Lord spread beyond his own realm and his sights set on the defenseless human world, Hordes of the deadly dangerous creatures poured through the many hell gates, Tearing the world apart, Humanity was finished, As the demonic emperor thought, But to his surprise, Humans fought back.
The mortals suprised demons with their determination to survive, They struggled and resisted, Refusing to be conquered. It may have been this will to live that set in motion the events that followed, The emperor's most trusted and most powerful general suddenly turned his sword against his kin, Now standing in human's defense, He was known as Sparda.
Joining up with the stronger humans who fought back, They created a army of their own, Building ranks and slowly but surely pushed the demons back. Their united strength proving too much for the invaders, Humanity achieved victory, The war was over. Sparda remained in the human world, Watching over them for centuries to come, His power locked upon the other side. Human's kept the story alive, Coming to know him as the being that singlehandely faced their oppressiors, Dubbing him the Legendary Dark Knight.
Nobody knew that the events of that time would resurface in the future, Affecting the lives of a few individuals and bringing them together in their grief and misery. Demons returned, In smaller numbers, Some humans trained to fight and kill the things, Other humans had darker ambitions, Seeking to control and the harness the powers of the Devils.
Families was targeted and hit by demons, The women always being cut down in the deadly wrath, Each one believed to be descended from the brave humans who once fought alongside humanities saviour. All seeking one important target.
These brutal attacks spreading throughout the city, Is how this story begins.
Early morning in the centre of the city, The sun was shining brightly with the coming of summer, A little girl ran around in the front yard of her home happily, Little brown pigtails flapping behind her in the wind along with her pale yellow summer dress, Bright green eyes locked onto the shape of her mother with delight as she ran over, Little hands wrapping around the woman's chest.
The woman smiled back, Lifting her daughter into her lap, Watching the girl play with her own fairer brown hair, Hazel eyes looked with deep parental love. "Having fun Genere?" She asked in a soft voice. The little girl nodded, Cuddling against her mother.
They stayed like that, Enjoying the warm comfortable day together, Until the sun vanished, The sky grew dark and thunder banged, Lightning being seen in the distance, The girl shivered, Fearful of the sound, Without truly knowing the danger it displayed. The woman knew though, She stood, Ushering her daughter inside and watched as the lightening struck closer, Hitting the yard just before the woman and scorched the ground, Taking the shape of a woman covered in gold with wings made of electric waves.
The girl watched the display through her window, Her mother watched the supernatural stranger without fear, Addressing the thing that stood before her. "I wondered when you would show up here. Impundulu." She said, Having a staring contest, The she devil remained still, Eyes piercing through the mortal one. "Tell me where to find the time witch." It commanded.
She shook her head, Refusing the order. "Even if I knew where she was, I wouldn't tell you." She replied. Taking notice of the demons anger, Fully prepared for what would happen, The Lightning Bird charged up it's energy, Until it reached the limit and moved it through to it's hands, Aiming and fired.
The woman screamed as the lighting charged through her body, Pulsing, It was agony, Her body fired from the inside, But she made one last move before her death. Casting a spell to protect her daughter from the demons line of sight, A spell that would hold for a few days, Then her body dropped to the floor, Electric pulses still moving around her skin.
The demon stared at stared at her for a moment before disappearing back to the sky in another flash bolt, Not hearing the terrified grief filled scream from within. The girl ran outside, Hurrying to her mother's side, All she could see was red, The life blood of her parent coming from the woman's face, Mouth, Eyes, Nose and ears, Her body not yet safe to touch. The girl cried and cried, Until the tears changed into a desire for revenge against the cruel thing that was responsible.
*A Few Days Later*
The funeral came, People filled the streets to show respect as the hearst past by, Carrying the deceased woman and followed by the car with the grieving husband and daughter. One woman stood out from the crowd, A fair haired beautiful woman dressed in black to respect the moment, She rested her hands together against her chest, Head down in sorrow. Little footsteps echoed next to her, Before a slight tug on her dress drew her attention to the curious blue eyes peering at her from behind the messy white hair.
She looked down at the child and placed a hand on his head, Ruffling his hair. "What is it Dante?" She asked, Looking back towards the street. "What's going on mommy? Why are people looking sad?" He replied, Still looking incredibly curious as he was glued to her side. She sighed a little. "It's because a local woman passed on and has gone to heaven, People are showing respect towards her family." She explained. His young face contorted into serious thought for a 7 year old. "Oh, Did you know the lady? Is that why your sad too?" He said, Looking up at his mother's face. She nodded slightly. "Yes. I know her."
More tiny footsteps sounded by her other side as a little hand reached out and took her's gently. She looked over at a mirror image of her son that looked back at her. "Don't be sad mommy... I don't like it when your sad." He said, Eyes growing emotional. She managed a smile and knelt down to his level, Hugging him softly. "Don't be sad Vergil, I'm alright, So you need to be too." She said calmly and he nodded, Hugging as close to her as he could, The other boy jumped to their side, Pouting and forced his way into the embrace. "Me too! Me too!" He insisted and was expected into the family hug. "Come. Let's go back inside." She said and stood up straight, The twins following behind her without question.
Months past since that incident, More women fell prey to random demon attacks and she wondered, Every single day, When they would find her, It would come soon, But she prayed to god that it wouldn't be today. The twins were running around the house, Chasing each other and screaming loudly, As young children do, Their mother was in the kitchen, Preparing dinner for their eighth birthday, Unlike most children, They weren't begging for presents, As they were raised to behave in a better manner, So instead they played until she called upon them.
That time came soon, She laid the table and called them to eat, They came again silently and obeyed, Sharing dinner together in silence, Once finished, She washed up and smiled, Telling them they could open their presents now. Two pairs of blue eyes lit up in delight as they rushed to their gifts and tore them open in excitement. She smiled as she watched her boys and then went to fetch two more presents, One more for each and also a cake each. Playing the cakes down on the table and handed them the small boxes. "Vergil, Dante, Happy birthday." She said softly, Smiling as their eyes went from the boxes to the cakes. "I want the chocolate!" Dante yelled instantly which made his brother pout. "No I want the chocolate!" He protested, Making their mother giggle. "You can share both."
They looked at each other and then to her and smiled. "Okay!" They said in unison, Knowing to open the new gifts before they'd be given the deserts. Inside there were two matching red stones on chains, One gold for Vergil and one silver for Dante. They stared at the objects, Thanking their mother as she placed the stones around their necks. "Perfect fit... Okay... Cake now... But don't pig out or fight over it." They both nodded and obeyed her again.
They had just sat down at the table again when she heard it, Thunder clapped out suddenly and there was a flash of lightning outside the window, Alarm bells went off in her head, Her prayers had not been answered it seemed, The twins noticed the look of distress on her face. Asking what was wrong. "Boys upstairs now! Find a place to hide and do not come out no matter what!" She ordered, Panic in her voice, Vergil obeyed without word, Disappearing up the stairs, But Dante felt scared by her behavior and refused to leave her side, Grabbing her hand as tightly as he could with both of his own.
The thunder started to bellow closer and it made her panic more, She grabbed Dante, Picking him up and placing him in the closet, Commanding him to stay put, No matter what, He watched her and sobbed, Growing more fearful, She closed the closet door just as the front door burst open, Demons pouring in. She watched them and ran to another room, Knowing they would follow and grabbed a gun from a locked drawer next to her bed and started firing on them, Bringing them down one by one, Until the last fell, She wiped her head and realised, The demon she expected to see wasn't there.
Rushing back into the main room, She gasped in horror, The demon stood inside, The closet door had been ripped off it's hinges and her son yanked out and tossed to the ground, He covered his face with his hands, Visibly shaking and tears stained his cheeks and clothes. The demon raised it's claws, A grin on it's face and readied to slaughter the child. His mother ran to close the distance as quickly as possible, Gun gripped tightly in her hand. She stepped in front of her son protectively and fired three bullets off, Hitting the demon in the face and chest, But at the same time, Her eyes widened as the claw ripped into her body, Then pulled back out again as it jerked back from the injuries she inflicted.
The demon hissed and disappeared almost as quickly as it had come. The woman sighed, Going to her knees, She dropped the gun and placed a hand over the heavily bleeding wound. Hearing her son shuffle behind her. "Mommy?" He said in mumble, Moving around to the front of her and stared in shock and fear. She forced a smile, Placing her other hand on his cheek. "It'll be alright Dante... You just need to be strong... You and Vergil... Be brave and take care of each other.. Okay?" She said, Smile still in place, Dante shook his head as Vergil appeared at the top of the stairs, Running down at the sight of his mother. "Don't go mommy... Please stay!" Dante argued, But it went unheard, She dropped backwards, Eyes closing never to open again. Both boys screamed for her and hugged her body, Sobbing uncontrollably throughout the rest of the night.
It was midafternoon the following day before anybody found them, Their mother's work boss reporting that she hadn't come in to work which was something the woman had never done, So people went to the house to check on her, Finding her deceased and the boys still crying over her, It took a lot of time and effort to finally pry the twins away from her body so she could be laid to rest, But instead of staying around, The boys took off, Disappearing to who knows where, Not being seen in the city again for years to come.
*Seven Years Later*
The twins returned as teenage demon hunters, Moving back into their former home, As nobody else would go near the place, Thinking it was cursed, Just as they did with every other residence that had been attacked by demons.
Which suited the twins just fine, As it meant all their stuff and their mothers stuff were still there and untouched. Revenge consuming both their minds, They armed themselves, Preparing day after day for more demons to find and kill, Until the day that they would encounter their mothers killer once more.
Around the same time, A girl also returned to the city, Having also ran away a few weeks after her own mother's brutal murder, No longer in touch with the father who didn't seem bothered by the loss, She spent every day for the past for years studying demons, witches and the legend surrounding them, Mastering several different languages, Anything that would draw her closer to finding out the truth behind the death of her mother and so many others, Hunting demons become easy, Although she couldn't stand a chance of out powering them, Or out matching them, She leaned to pray on each demons weakness, Killing them through brain instead of brawn.
It was only on their second day back that the twins received a call about a demon in the city, They armed and headed out to track and slay the creature, Finding it in the town centre, Standing lopsided on the wall of a building with it's claws embedded in the stone, It resembled a lion but with scales instead of fur, It's gleaming red eyes focused on the twins, Seeing them as prey, It roared and jumped down to the ground in front of them, Preparing to pounce.
They stood side by side and grinned, Waiting for the demon to lunge before they separated in different directions, Dante to the left, Pouring bullets into it with the guns he purchased, Making it hiss and whine, While Vergil stood at the right, Hacking and slashing away with a katana he had picked up also when they were away.
The demon roared again, Swinging it's giant paw around to chase it's attackers away and backed up, Looking for another chance to launch at one of them, Hoping to gain one shift finishing bite. Looking between the two carefully, It chose Dante, Lunging for him, He chuckled as it got closer and jumped a second before it would have reached him, Aiming his guns at it's face and blasted, Taking out it's eyes.
It wailed in agony and attempted to flee, But Vergil jumped on it's back, Twirling the sword around in his hand before thrusting it through the demons skull and jumped off again as it fell, Looking towards his brother who shrugged and replaced his guns. "Show off." Vergil sighed at his brothers remark. "It is how a true warrior fights... Not with those worthless pieces of scrap metal you carry around." He replied. Dante scowled at that. "Don't instead my girls like that! They get the job done!" Vergil huffed. "Girls.. They are not girls Dante... They are lifeless objects of no value."
The two continued bickering over Dante's guns and didn't notice the demon stir a few feet away, Dragging itself to it's feet, A large organ beating under it's chest. It turned, Sniffing the pair out in place of it's lost vision and faced them. Snarling at the two before it lunged. Drawing their attention in that moment. They stopped arguing and looked at it, Getting ready to move as it drew closer. But before they did, Five gun shots ran out, Each bullet hitting the demon in the exposed organ and that made it howl in agony before the light faded from it's eyes and it hit the ground, Skidding across the street and between the twins as they both stepped back, Watching the demonic corpse disappear into a red bubbling mess before turning their attention the one who fired upon the beast.
A brunette girl stood by the wall of the building, Replacing the gun at her hip and smiled before walking over to the twins. "You guys fight like... Nothing I've ever seen before, It was incredible, But the only way to kill that demon is to take out it's heart once you do enough damage to expose it. I guess you didn't do your research huh? I'm not surprised. With moves like that, I suppose you don't really have to." She spoke, Stopping in front of them and looking between them with a smirk. "My name's Genere. Nice to meet you." She said again, Holding her hand out to shake.
Dante huffed and folded his arms. "Whatever little girl. We didn't need your help in the first place." He said, Looking away, She looked at him and frowned. "I never said you did... Jeez, I complimented you..." She replied and sighed, About to drop her hand when the other brother took it and shook it. "Vergil, That's my brother Dante, Ignore him, He's a idiot."
Dante growled, Glaring at his sibling, But Vergil ignored him and released the girls hand. "Thanks for the info, I'll keep it in mind in case we encounter a demon like that again." He said and turned slightly. "We need to get going now. Dante..." "Pfft... Whatever." Dante went ahead, Not looking back at them. Vergil looked at Genere once before walking after his brother.
She watched them leave and turned, Going her own way. She walked to her old house, Sighing up going to it, She didn't knock, Not wanting to see her father, If he was even there, So instead, She went around back, Climbing up over the fence and dropped into the backyard, The back door was unlocked as usual. Careless old man, She thought bitterly and went inside, Heading to her parents room. There was something inside she wanted badly.
She rooted through her parents belongings, Making a mess in the room, But she didn't care, All that mattered was finding that object, The thing of her mother's she sought. Eventually, In the bedside drawer she found and smiled, Taking it into her hand and looked at it, A silver ring engraved with a rose. Her mother always wore it, Like it was so dearly precious and treasured deeply. So Genere knew she had to have it. She slipped the ring on her finger and smiled before exiting the house and slipping back over the fence. Running off to the dirty damp lodging her had taken up residence in, At least she had a roof over her head. She thought as she laid down for the night, Fiddling with the ring on her finger until she drifted to sleep.
The twins returned home after collecting a unexpected payment for the slaying of the demon. Both found it a good way to make both a living and get their answers. Once inside, Dante went straight to settling down and ordered a large pizza while Vergil got back to the task of cleaning and making the place decent and respectable.
During this cleaning process, He found the neglect over the years had left the place slightly damaged, One particular crack in the plastering drew his attention, He stepped closer, Looking through, It was dark, But it seemed like this part of wall had been built in front of a door.
He he moved his fingers through the crack and gripped the plaster board, ripping it away in large chucks and dropped it in the floor. Dante watched and raised a eyebrow. "What the hell are you doing? That's a strange way to clean." He said, Surprised by his brothers unusual antics. "I believe there is a door hidden behind this wall." Vergil replied, Continuing to tear it down.
Curious, Dante hopped to his feet and went over to assist, The two of them quickly removed the fake wall and sure enough, Now in front of them stood a old dusty door. Neither one having any clue wait laid one the other side, Their mother never even once mentioned such a thing.
Dante turned the handle, Finding the door unlocked and pushed it open, It creaked, Clear sign that nobody had been in there for a long time. The younger twin stepped inside the room, Flipping the light switch, But it was out of power, Luckly for them, They could see pretty well even in the dark, Aside from the counties cobwebs, Inside there was tables and boxes filled with old books and at the end of the room, What drew both the boys attention with the large crates with their names craved into them.
They dragged the crates out of the hidden room into the living room and dropped them on the floor. There was more written on the crates, For Vergil, The deadly demon slayer Yamato and on the other crate. For Dante, The mighty cleaver, Rebellion. But both ended with the same message, Use well my sons, And handle with care these gifts I leave you. S.
They looked at each other, Concluding that these were from the father they could hardly remember, Tearing the crates open, Inside they found two swords, One thin and long, Shaped similar to a Japanese Katana, And the other, Thick and heavier, Not unlike a claymore, But with a strange, Almost demonic look. "Well, Nice to now the old man cared. Considering he was never around to say it." Dante said, Exaiming the sword left to him. Finding he actually liked the look and handle of it. Vergil finding the same feeling.
Once they finished playing with swords, They placed them down and returned to the room, Gazing through the books, Finding none they could really understand, There were countless amounts of them that must have been collected over many years and almost none in English, Knowing they would find nothing from these books without having them translated, They both left the room, Locking the door and settled for the night.