Soul Calibur & Devil May Cry Crossover. Main characters, Vergil Sparda & Raphael Sorel. M for language, yaoi, violence and anything else I think of. This is the crossover sequel to The Path. It begins with Raphael and Vergil but trust, Nero and Dante will be here soon.
Chapter 1-Never too Far gone
Raphael paced the small space angrily. His rapiers had been confiscated when those damnable Order of the Sword members caught him. After Mundus fell in their retched town of Fortuna he was let go of the man's hypnosis but only after the church capture him and stuck him in here. He could only assume his clothing was with his weapons as he was forced to wear dirty rags and no shoes. Even his hair was in shambles, falling every which way.
But he had hope yet. There had been talk among the demonic guards about Sparda's sons and a young half demon that would be in the city. Shadows, lusts, scarecrows, frosts and a few demons Raphael couldn't recognize were milling about the underground sewers where his cell was located. They stared at him like a piece of meat, leaning against the bars of his holding pen and growling inhumanly.
'If only these bars were not protected by a demon charm…' He growled internally and pushed his hair back, only for it to fall forward again. Something rumbled up above and he became excited. Raphael had been counting down these last few days and knew it was about the time those Sparda's would be showing up.
His body tingled with anticipation as demons roared by and disappeared around the darkened corner. It was getting closer now. He tensed as a single shadow appeared around the corner. Raphael's lip curled in a sneer as the hooded Order member, Muir, twirled keys around his fingers and stepped close to the bars. "Credo will kill you today." He stated matter-of-factly and Raphael held back a snicker.
"Not when he finds out what Rinosh told me." Rinosh was practically Credo's right hand man and though Muir didn't know it, Raphael hadn't seen Rinosh since he was first put in the cell months ago.
Muir stopped jingling the keys and leant closer, his temples resting against the bars as he peered into the corner at Raphael. "Come forward, Sorel." With a sly smirk, Raphael moved into the lit area just a foot away from Muir. "What did Rinosh say to you?"
Playing his cards close to the chest, Raphael crooked a finger and lifted a brow. "Come close and I'll tell you." The man leant as close as he could; pushing himself into the bars as Sorel slowly wrapped his hand around Muir's neck. 'You fool.' Instead of answering Muir's question, he tugged harshly and snapped the thin neck in his grasp. Muir stuttered a breath before falling deftly to the ground with a dull thud and a splash in the sewage. "Had you not been a mindless drone I may not be getting out of here."
Raphael knelt down and reached through the bars, gingerly lifting the key ring from Muir's grasp and finding the correct key. It was large and brass, fitting into the lock on the cell door snuggly and clicking open. With a sniff he rifled through the dead man's robes and pulled out a double edged broad sword. Not his style but it would suit his needs for the time being…until he found his own rapier.
He slipped the clothing on and the small boots fit too snuggly on his feet and too tightly around his calves. The man was at least forty pounds lighter than he and Raphael scowled momentarily. None the less, he donned the robes, pulled the hood up and began down the hall Muir had come from.
The hall ascended at a steady twenty degrees and opened up at an open wooden door that looked to be the back of a church. Curtains were drawn as members of the Order gathered near the front doors and disappeared into the dark beyond. Raphael kept his head down, hearing voices that moste definitely didn't belong to anyone in Fortuna. The half demons were there.
With a sharp intake of breath he slipped through the shadows of the church and went further back, pushing a door open leading to an alley way. He gasped softly as a swirling mass of black clouds formed over the ruined cathedral. It was coming close and Anung Un Rama would be revealed. The world would either be saved or destroyed in these next few minutes…Raphael planned on getting out of Fortuna either way.
He slipped through the alleys and down narrow, dark corridors until he picked up the familiar draw of Schweizer. With his bastard blade so close the rest of his weapons and clothing should be near. He paused and sniffed the air, grinning madly as he ran down a small alley way and shouldered open a cracking wooden door. The room was empty save for a stack of ebony weapons cases on a back table and two chairs.
"Ah, precious." He shut the door and strode to the table, unlocking the first case to examine Schweizer. It seemed to have not been touched but by his own hand. The blade glistened dully in the low light and Raphael had to quell his excitement, setting the blade down and opening a dusty box to reveal his clothing. "Thank all that is holy…" He murmured, pulling on a silk undershirt and tightening a neckerchief. His green midriff jacket was snug over the golden scorpion plate which fit perfectly beneath his wide velvet belt. His pants were cleanly tucked into nobleman's boots and he slid the red knuckle gloves on, deciding against his crimson cape and shoulder gauntlets for the moment.
He slung the cases over his shoulder, eyeing a bucket of water in the corner. Hair fell in his eyes roughly and Raphael let out a sigh, striding over to the water and dipping one hand in. He slid wet fingers through his hair and swept it back, all except for bangs on the right side which hung together. He held Schweizer in his right hand and toed the door open. No one was in the alley and he was only partially surprised. The mass of clouds was threatening and a pillar of light appeared from the cathedral. It seemed Anung Un Rama decided the world's fate.
He knew where the Order's car was kept. They had only one and he was surprised how expensive it was…how sleek and elegant. The silver Corvette glinted warmly in the bright light as he moved around behind the small shack and placed his weapons, including Schweizer, in the trunk.
He slid in behind the wheel, finding the keys in the ignition already and turning them until the engine purred to life. The Corvette barely fit through the tight alleys but he managed to drag it into the main street as people cheered to each other and began to clean up the destruction left over by demons.
After just a few minutes of driving he made it out of the main gates and onto the dirt road, spotting three men walking the same way. Well, two were walking and one was carried by the second man. All three had platinum hair and strong builds. Raphael made a snap decision when the men stopped walking and turned towards the Vette. He slowed to a stop beside them and rolled his window down.
"Need a ride?" The first man with hair spiked back leant forward, forearm on the top of the car.
"How far are you going?"
He questioned and Raphael smirked, adjusting his neck scarf. "As far as I need to."
"We only needa get to the Washington Bridge. Our car is parked there." The second man who looked nearly identical to the first save his ragged hair and broader shoulders spoke up, adjusting the weight of the younger man in his arms.
Raphael stared at them for a moment, letting his eyes linger on the blue clad man for a second longer before pushing the lock release. The clicks sounded and he leant back in the driver's seat. "Climb in." The man in blue slid effortlessly into the front seat as the other sat in the back, young man in his lap as he slept. Sorel could feel a pair of burning eyes scrutinize him closely; trailing all the way from his smoothed back hair to his nobleman's boots. He smelled something vaguely appetizing coming from the man in the front seat and Raphael shifted in his seat. "You don't seem like the type to stare openly."
The man's eyes widened and he broke his gaze, looking straight out the window. "I apologize." He stated, clearing his throat.
"No need. I suppose my attire is somewhat uncommon." He glanced sideways, caramel eyes dancing over the blue coat that had seen better days. "Though so is yours." The other man smirked at him and ran a hand through his appealing white hair. "Does your name coincide with your clothing?"
The pale man's eyebrow rose and he stole a look at Raphael. "In all my years I've never met a Vergil, so I suppose it does."
The name tasted familiar on his brain and Raphael squinted at the road. "Vergil…hm." The man beside him crossed his arms and on his it looked somewhat unnatural. "If you care to know I am Raphael."
There was an awkward pause. "Sorel?" How did this stranger know Raphael's last name? He tensed slightly and gripped the wheel harder.
"You seem to know me but I think I would remember someone so…" He glanced over, eyes raking along the hidden body. "…so appealing."
"I know where your daughter is. What were you doing in Fortuna?" Raphael swallowed thickly and slowed the car. They were fast approaching the bridge and he didn't want Vergil to leave yet.
"How do you know Amy?" He gasped softly.
"She's in Ostreinsburg. I met her just months ago… She was ill but alive." It was silent for a moment and Raphael heard Vergil take a deep breath. "The Evil Seed has spread back to the castle."
Sorel steeled himself as he slowed the car to a complete stop on the side of the road beside a black Delgado. "And Nightmare…what do you know of him?"
"Dead." The answer was instant but he had to know for sure.
"Are you positive?"
They turned to face each other, Raphael wringing his hands together. "Yes."
"How do you know?" He watched as Vergil swallowed.
"I killed him."
Raphael stared at him incredulously, lips feeling numb as if he were injected with Novacaine. "Soul Edge-"
"And the Holy Stone are in a safe place. Even Abyss himself will have to fight through Hell to retrieve them."
The man in the back seat shifted in half consciousness. "No Nero…not the fuzzy ones…" Raphael let out a nervous laugh; a ruffle in his usually stony faced expression.
"If you want to reach Amy before trouble does, I suggest you leave for Ostreinsbburg Castle as soon as possible. Tira has also been looking for Amy with the aid of the giant Astaroth." Vergil's hand was warm on Raphael's shoulder and he felt a spark run through his chest. "There may not be much time left."
Sorel cleared his throat and nodded, seemingly calm on the outside but bursting on the inside at the knowledge of his adopted daughter being alive in Ostreinsburg. "I thank you Vergil…I wish you could accompany me on my quest but I see that wouldn't be possible." This man wouldn't leave his family…not for a stranger.
It was quiet for a moment and no one moved. Then, the man in the back seat let out an irritated sigh and sat forward between them. Raphael watched as he placed a hand on Vergil's shoulder; it clicked. They were brothers. "Just go with him, Verge. It's obvious you want to. Not like there's anything holding you here."
The blue clad man seemed to bristle and glared at his brother. "Dante, you are such a bas-"
"Vergil," He decided to interject; though if it was for Dante's or his own achievement he wasn't sure. "Don't scold your brother if what he states is true." Their eyes met briefly before the blond looked into the back seat at a smug Dante. "You wouldn't mind my stealing your brother away? I promise to bring him back to you in one piece."
The blue clad brother seemed to space out for a minute and they ignored him. "If it's what he wants, then sure. Vergil's a big boy; he can take care of himself. And if he trusts you enough to go with you to Ostreinsfloodle or whatever the fuck it's called, then I trust you too."
It was quiet for a split second and Raphael's eyes darted to Nero…then to his arm. "You are the sons of Sparda." His eyes widened minutely and Dante nodded slightly. "No wonder the name Vergil sounded familiar."
Sorel watched as the scruffier of the two leaned forward and put a reassuring hand on his twin's shoulder. "Go with him…I'll find you again, Verg. We always find each other."
The sleeping boy shifted in Dante's lap and sat up. "We there?" Raphael felt the corners of his lips curl up in a smirk. He saw why the scruffy twin was so drawn to the boy.
"Yeah, c'mon kid. I'll drive, you can sleep." Sorel watched him wave a short goodbye with two fingers and pull the tired boy from the car.
Vergil turned to look at him; icy blue eyes that were actually flaked with copper and gold, bored deep into his non-existent soul. "Wait for me a moment?" He asked, seemingly slightly afraid that Raphael would give him a negative answer.
The blond nodded and adjusted his silk scarf. "Say goodbye to your brother. This mission could take some time." With a reassuring nod to Vergil, he let his hands slip from the steering wheel and fall gently to his lap; watching as the twin climbed out of the car and left his door open.
Raphael tuned out their conversation. It was none of his business what they said anyway. He just wanted to be on the first flight to Germany…with Vergil. No one had captured his attention in such a short span of time like the blue clad Sparda boy had…save for Amy, but those are two different relationships. He minutely tugged the crimson gloves tighter and cracked his knuckles in a rather…un-elegant way. His back was stiff and his still soggy limbs ached from just the memory of his old cell. That lowly pit was as close as he ever came to contemplating suicide. He felt he would never get out. His eyes lifted to watch Vergil pull away from a crying teenager and walk around the front of the car, buckling his seat belt and closing the door.
"Will you be alright?" He remembered what it was like to leave Amy, and from the looks of it all the Sparda boys had was each other. He knew the feeling of being ripped away from the only sure thing in your life. Vergil had to feel something incredibly strong to leave with Raphael to Ostreinsburg.
He gave a curt nod and pulled tan knuckle gloves from his jacket. "Yes…I'll be fine." Raphael saw a pained look on the deliciously pale face and before he knew it, his hand was moving of its own accord.
His finger tips grazed Vergil's forehead, brushing platinum strands away from bright azure eyes and trailed lightly down his cheek. The pale man froze at the warm touch, two fingers lifted his chin up and his eyes met a soft honey gaze. "You will see them again." He dropped his hand with much reluctance and pulled away, drawing his left hand out the window in a two finger salute to the other men. They were on the only road out of the island but Raphael realized he had no idea where to go after the Washington Bridge.
Sorry my first chapter was so short but it was the best place to end. I'll update next week. Thanks for staying with me. Please R&R.
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