I do not own Devil May Cry or Game of Thrones, and I make no money off this. It's strictly for entertainment purposes. Devil May Cry is owned by Capcom, and Game of Thrones is owned by George R.R. Martin. I do not have big plans for this crossover nor do I know where it will lead. This is an idea that just popped into my head because I've always wondered what would happen if Dante and Vergil went to the Game of Thrones Universe. This also my first crossover, and Dante and Vergil are from the DMC 3 game, and this takes place in season 2 of Game of Thrones, enjoy.
Dante and Vergil were fighting each other inside the demon realm just outside the portal that links the demon world to the human world. The fight was nearing its end as both brothers were beginning to slow down due to fatigue. They were both out of breath and had an assortment of cuts and bruises all over their bodies.
"Damn, I can't fight for much longer, and from the looks of it neither can Verge." Thought Dante. He looked down at the wounds that were all over his body, and noticed that he wasn't healing as quickly as he usually did. He knew he had to finish this NOW. He then took notice of Vergil attempting to stand and realized that this was his chance. The ground began to shake and Vergil Stood up and looked at Dante.
"The door to the human world is closing Dante." Vergil stated as he took notice of the Portal beginning to weaken. " The amulets have been separated, if this battle drags out any longer the portal will close behind you, and then you will be trapped in the demon world along with me." Vergil said.
Dante readied his sword as did Vergil. "Let's finish this Vergil, I'm gonna stop you. Even if that means killing you." Dante said as both his brother and he began to run at each other. Dante prepared to do a horizontal slash and Vergil was going to do a vertical slash once he reached Dante. Unfortunately for Vergil, Dante managed to slice right through Vergil's gut before he was able to vertically slash Dante.
Vergil Stumbled as he tried to get up. As he looked into the running stream of water he saw that his half of the amulet had fallen off his neck and into the water. He grabbed it and put it near his chest as he got up from the ground. He began to walk near the edge of the waterfall that lead deeper into the demon realm. "This is mine Dante!" Vergil said as he gripped his amulet tighter. "It belongs to a son of Sparda!" Vergil looked at Dante as though to say he wasn't Spardas son. He reached the end of the stream, he looked down and saw no end to the darkness that lay below. That did not fear him though, he would stay here. This would be his home, his prison, and his punishment for all his failures. As he prepared to fall back into the dark abyss Dante quickly ran to grab him, somehow knowing what he had planned. Vergil would have none of it though, he unsheathed his katana and pointed it at his brother stopping him in his tracks. "Leave me, if you don't want to be trapped in the demon world forever." Vergil told Dante as he fell backwards. Towards what? He had no clue. Vergil fell hard and fast to an uncertain future, and as he opened his eyes he was shocked to see his brother plummeting towards him with his hand reaching towards him. "You FOOL! What the hell do you think you're doing?" asked Vergil asked as his brother was getting closer to him at breakneck speed.
"ME?! What about you? I'm not leaving in this place while you get yourself killed!" Dante said. Dante was about to reach Vergil and grab him, then he saw something below Vergil. "What the hell is- Oh CRAP! Vergil below us!"
Vergil looked down to see a portal leading to some clouded sky. "I'm starting to regret this decision" thought Vergil as both he and Dante passed through the portal and started to plummet towards the ground.
Dante tried to come up with an idea to cushion the falls. At the speed they were going and in their weakened states, he and Vergil weren't going to survive a fall from this height, he then got an idea that might just work. "Verge!" called Dante hoping his brother could hear him as they both were starting to move away from each other and fall to different positions.
"What?" asked Vergil, wondering if his brother had a plan to get them out of this predicament?
Dante yelled at Vergil, "Before we hit the ground put a coat of magical armor on you and pray to god you don't die" Dante said chuckling at that last half of his plan.
Vergil nodded, but he could hardly see his brother anymore since he was now so far away and still moving. From the looks of it Vergil seemed to be falling towards a lake just outside some castle walls. Right before he hit the water he closed his eyes, concentrated, and did as his brother said putting magic armor over himself for protection. "This armor is so weak. I ran out of so much energy fighting Dante I'm pretty sure this is still gonna hurt even with the armor." He thought as he hit the water and upon doing so tried to make for the surface. He finally made it out from underneath the water and gasped as he sluggishly swam towards what looked to be a fishing dock. Vergil climbed onto the dock and mumbled something to himself about back flopping. He barely walked about half a mile before he suddenly saw a group of armored men coming towards him with their weapons ready. "Judging by the fact they are wearing armor and are using swords I'm gonna guess that this isn't either of my worlds." Vergil said to himself. He sighed before putting his hands up in an attempt to show that he meant no harm. "I know nothing of this world, I shouldn't go around causing trouble until I know exactly what these people are capable of and what other creature may dwell here" he thought as the men arrived and all of them had their swords pointed at him.
"By the seven gods! How is he alive? We saw you as you fell from the sky." The man, whom Vergil assumed was the leader of sorts, said in a state of shock and awe. He then ordered his men to stand down, he walked towards Vergil, and in a show of good faith pat his shoulder before asking, "who are you boy? How did you survive such a fall, are you injured?" he asked.
Vergil decided to answer the man's questions. "My name is Vergil Sparda, I am injured, but I will heal with a good night rest." He answered without revealing too much. While he was in no position to ignore the man's questions, he still did not know these people or whether or not he could trust them. He the asked the soldier, "Is there a king or queen inside that castle that I may speak to for assistance?"
'We've been ordered to take you to our king Joffrey, although you will need to be in chains young man." The soldier said as he cuffed Vergil. He then ordered his men to take him back to meet the king.
Vergil was wondering what kind of man their king would be, Kind, mad, old, middle aged, wise, or warrior like? He decided to think no more of it, as it mattered not what he was like. He would leave as soon as he was healed and if this old man was wise he wouldn't stand in his way.
It didn't take long for them to reach the city gate, after the captain ordered the gates open Vergil was immediately met with a sight he wasn't expecting. Severed heads were stuck on pikes and left to rot. Whoever this king, it became clear to Vergil that this man might very well kill him just for being a foreigner to his land. He was ready to fight if need be. His magic may be drained, but his physical powers had not diminished as much. He became more cautious of this king once he saw the state the citizens of this town were. They looked as though they hadn't been fed properly in days and were filthy and sick. "So this king also is cruel to his own people? This will not bode well for my chances of requiring assistance." Thought Vergil.
They finally reached the castle doors and were let in immediately. They reached the throne and Vergil was a little shocked about who he saw on the kings' throne, yet he didn't show it. What he saw was nothing more than a young child that looked even younger than himself. Vergil also took note of the smug and cocky look that was plastered on the kids face. He looked far too full of himself and looked at Vergil as though to say you are an ant I am a golden god! Now Vergil felt like punching that stupid smirk off the kids face, he DARE look down upon a son of Sparda! Then the king decided to speak.
"You peasant! Kneel before your king." Joffrey demanded.
Now Vergil was downright pissed. While both servant and knight kneeled and bowed to their king, Vergil being the powerful warrior that he was, did not move an inch. He stared down the king for a couple of seconds, and then he turned his gaze to an angry guard.
"The KING said KNEEL!" spat the guard as he attempted to force him down, yet to no avail as he was simply knocked to the ground by Vergil.
"I am Vergil Sparda! I bow to no one, least of all a pre-pubescent child such as yourself!" Vergil said with pride.
Joffrey was fuming, he always got his way and this man was defying him and making a fool of him at the same time. "TAKE HIM! I want him thrown into the deepest and coldest cell until I can DEAL with him myself." Joffrey said.
Vergil fully understood what he meant by deal. "Try and take me you pathetic worms?" Vergil challenged in a very demonic voice that shocked everyone, and had Joffrey cowering over to who Vergil assumed was his mother. "Some king he is" thought Vergil. He cracked his neck, broke the cuffs and prepared himself for any attack theythrew his way. Unsheathing his sword he put himself in his judgment cuts stance and waited for them to come to him. Five guards decided to end their lives early as they charged at Vergil. Vergil waited until they were right next to him and with speed too fast for the human eye, he appeared right next to Joffrey.
Joffrey and Cersei nearly had a heart attack as the blue clad man suddenly appeared next to them. As he slowly sheathed his sword Joffrey looked back at the guards who weren't moving an inch. Once he heard the click of Vergil's sword being sheathed he saw some of his finest men, his own personal guard literally fall to pieces. The grotesque sight of his men lying there in multiple pieces caused Joffrey to vomit. His mother also had trouble keeping the contents of her stomach inside. Joffrey became pale white as he saw Vergil's head turn to him. He couldn't look this man in the eye, he was too afraid he would somehow die just by being stared at by this man. "If you could even call him that?" thought Joffrey. Vergil began to walk towards him causing Joffrey to panic, "Wait! I'll give you whatever you want, be it women, gold, servants, or even ships." Joffrey tried desperately to get this man to calm down before he killed him.
Vergil stopped as he was right next to Joffrey and saw him crying like a baby. "Stop crying! I'm not going to kill you, I just need some information and I'll be on my way." Vergil told him, which calmed down Joffrey a little bit.
"What do you want to know?" Joffrey asked Vergil. He hoped he could answer whatever questions he had so he could be rid of this man.
"First, can you give me a world map?" Vergil said, which sounded more like a demand than a question. Joffrey snapped his fingers and ordered one of his men to quickly get the map Vergil requested.
While they waited Joffrey decided to ask Vergil more questions, much to Vergil annoyance. "So, how are you so fast?" asked Joffrey. Vergil didn't answer, but Joffrey just decided to ask him a different one, and a different one, and so on.
The questions went from where he came from, to where will he go, to how old is he, and why his clothes look funny. Vergil decided to answer the kid just to get him to shut the hell up. "My name is Vergil Sparda, I am 18 years old, and I am fast because I was born different, where I will go to is none of your concern, and from where I'm standing your clothes look stranger than my own." Vergil said hoping to get the kid to finally stop talking. Vergil saw that a man had arrived carrying a rather large map. He gave it to Vergil, bowed, and then ran off to god know were. Vergil spread the map over the ground in order to get a better look at it. "Alright, somebody show me on this map were this land is?" Vergil demanded. A man came up to him and pointed to a place called Kings Landing. "Alright so now that I know where I am, were is Dante? He fell practically opposite to me, let's see." Vergil looked on the map and saw that Dante would have fallen somewhere in a land called Winterfell. "How do I find the quickest way to this place?" Vergil asked pointing to Winterfell on the map.
Cersei Lannister looked to where he pointed and asked him "Why would you need to go to Winterfell?" Cersei tried to get more info from this man. She couldn't allow someone this strong to go to Winterfell and possibly end up fighting alongside Rob Stark. They would be at a huge disadvantage if he were to become their enemy. She needed to find a way to get him to stay and fight for them. She had a plan. "Winterfell is a long Journey, why not stay here a day or two to rest and wash up?" she asked Vergil hoping he'd say yes. She than saw Joffrey shake in fear at the thought of having this man stay here. She whispered to Joffrey, thinking that Vergil couldn't hear them, that it would be more beneficial to have him become their warrior, rather than risk him working for the Stark pup.
Vergil heard every word that was whispered between the two, yet didn't care. He was both tired and famished and would use their hospitality as a means to recover from his previous battle with his brother. "Very well. I shall take you up on your offer."
Cersei smiled very warmly at him before saying, "WONDERFULL! We shall have our servants prepare a room for you and a hot shower and clean clothes if you so desire." Cersei said.
Vergil could since her malice and knew she was up to something, but at the moment didn't care. "A room and bath would be nice." Vergil took off his coat and shirt and handed it to the maid, who then blushed upon seeing pretty much perfect well-toned body. " I hope it wouldn't be much trouble to ask you to wash these for and bring to my room when finished?" he asked.
"Of course sir. Right away." The maid said as she quickly grabbed the clothes and hurried off to go wash them.
He was then showed to his room and went about his business. Once Vergil finished bathing and then eating the food that was brought to him, he went to lay down. Before falling asleep Vergil wondered what his Brother Dante was doing at the moment.
Winterfell hours earlier
Dante hit the ground hard, but luckily he had enough magic to put up a pretty good barrier around himself. He got up from the small crater he left, and looked around to get a feel for his surroundings. Dante saw that there were people everywhere and they all looked like knights and archers. "What the hell, did I land in a crappy medieval role play get together?" asked Dante to no one in particular. They all looked at him as though he sprouted a third eye, which would probably be more believable than a man falling from the sky and getting up like it was nothing. "COME ON! You all look like you've never seen a flying man before, but then again, maybe you haven't." Dante said with a bit of playful awkwardness.
"Who are you?" someone asked.
Dante looked behind to see a man not much holder than him, on horse, wearing armor, and having a HUGE ASS WOLF walking next to him. "Jeez, were did you find that thing? At pet smart?" Dante joked. The man simply looked at him unamused. Dante scratched the back of his head due to the silence. "Where the hell am I?" Dante wondered. He decided to ask wolf boy, "Hey!" Dante said getting the guys attention, "If you don't mind me asking where am I?"
"You are in the land of Westeros." Robb had no idea what to make of this strange man that fell from the sky. He also had a lot of questions himself. "What is your name? Where do you hail from? How did you survive such a fall?" Robb asked, hoping to get answers.
"Whoa! Slow down there wolf boy? I don't even know who you are, I can't trust you with such classified info." Dante teased. Which didn't sit well with the man from what Dante could tell, since he then ordered his men to place him into custody.
"I want him put with Jaime Lannister, until I say otherwise." Robb ordered. He then turned his horse around and began to ride back to his camp. Robb then heard the screams of his men, and then looked back to see what had happened, but before he could process any of what had happened Robb was then forced off his horse and grabbed by the neck. The man in red had him by the throat and he hopelessly struggled to get free. "This man? How is he this powerful, who is he, WHAT is he?" Robb wondered.
While Dante didn't want to scare the guy, getting arrested wasn't going to do him any good. So he went for the intimidation approach. "Look, I have no time for this, just tell me where I am and I'll be on my merry way. You got that wolf boy?" Dante said.
"I told you you're in Westeros, Winterfell to be exact." Robb said as well as he could. Having a vice grip on your neck doesn't help when it comes to talking.
Dante let the man go and decided it'd be best to scope out the area for himself. "I'm gonna go now don't try to follow me." Robb nodded and Dante started walking to anywhere that wasn't there.
Robb rubbed his sore throat as he watched the man in red walk away. "What was he?" Robb got back up and ordered his men to continue preparing for the Lannister's attack. He couldn't let that man's presence draw him away from the real threat.
As Dante walked he came across a village full of scared people. He asked a young woman what was going on. She explained that their enemies the Lannister's where coming here to attack and pillage, and that King Robb Stark was going to hold them off. Dante finally understood why so many people where in one place they are fighting a war and these people were caught in the middle of it. "I can't just let these people get hurt, if that Robb guy loses these people are all royally screwed." Dante told himself as he ran back to where the battlefield was to somehow help this get resolved before innocent people are hurt. He made just in time, both armies where now charging each other. He wasn't too happy about the idea of killing a couple thousand soldiers, but he didn't have a choice. He ran right by wolf boy at super speed and jumped into the air. Using all the magic he had Dante created a demonic energy ball, shot it towards the Lannister army and watched them get decimated.
Robb couldn't believe what he just saw. His army was ready to fight the Lannister's army, Robbs army had three time more soldiers and yet none where lost. The man in red had suddenly came and with some sort of magic, destroyed all of the Lannister's men. After it was all over he then rode up to the man in red and just looked at him for a few moments. "You have my thanks." Robb said with great gratitude.
"Don't mention it wolf boy, just doing my job." Dante said. He then dropped to the ground and he began to lose consciousness. The last thing he saw before he passed out was wolf boy's men coming towards them.
Chapter 1 end. It was a little shorter than I intended but it's almost 1 o'clock and I need some sleep. Hope you guys enjoyed this. I'll update maybe within the next 2 or 3 days. Make sure to tell me what you think of this and please give me some advice on how I could make this better.