Devil May Cry 5: Demon Trinity
By Gavin "SonicTH228"
Disclaimer: No ownership is claimed in this story. Simply creative reimagining.
Over two millennia ago, a demon war was waged on the human world under the command of the demon king Mundus. Countless lives were lost and doom was certain for humanity. But before the darkest hour came to pass, a demon knight named 'Sparda' rebelled against his kind to save the human world. He successfully sealed away Mundus and prevented demonic victory, but at the cost of his demon power. Near the end of his days, he romanced a human woman and sired twin sons, to which he passed on elements of his legacy: a pair of amulets and two swords that both contained the remnants of his devil power. Before he passed away, he left the human world with one last promise: if the demon world ever tried to choke the world in darkness again, Sparda would return and put an end to the demon world for good. However, he also left behind a sage warning: if he would be brought back to the human world without the threat of a demon war, the price would weigh heavily against humanity…
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A young couple looked out over the late afternoon sun slowly lowering behind the horizon. Beneath them, at the bottom of a cliff, waves crashed on the rocks and the light ocean breeze slowly blew through their hair. The woman with chestnut hair let out a small sigh and lay her head on her white-haired husband. In her arms, she held a sleeping baby boy who stirred slightly after another wave splashed onto the cliffs.
"Nero, I think I should start dinner," she said to her husband. She slowly rocked their son in her arms to calm him.
"Yeah, I'll put Darien to bed," he replied. He reached up with his right arm, which was covered in a long black glove and laid it on her shoulder. "I'm so happy to be here with you, Kyrie…"
After their home of Fortuna had been ravaged by a crazed religious leader, Nero renounced his affiliation with the Order of the Sword and moved with his fiancée Kyrie to the coast. Two years later, they had built a small cottage overlooking the seaside, gotten married and had a son, Darien. It was the life he had always imagined, even though there were still unanswered questions in the back of his mind.
Nero and Kyrie began walking towards their house. The breeze in the air suddenly settled. Nero felt a sensation up his right arm. His eyes began to drift with suspicion.
"Nero? Is something wrong?" Kyrie asked her husband. He turned towards his wife to reassure her.
"No…I just feel like-" Nero began.
As he spoke, his intuition took over and he stopped in mid-sentence. Underneath the glove covering his right arm, an eerie glow began to emanate. He began to spin around while simultaneously pushing his wife and son out of harm's way.
"Kyrie!" he shouted. "Get down!" He knocked Kyrie off her feet. She landed on her backside in an effort to protect their son from the impact. The glove covering Nero's arm completely shredded, revealing a claw-like forearm covered in scaly red skin, glowing brightly. He held it up in front of his face just as a heavy steel object made contact with it. Slowly lowering his arm to see what was facing him, he stared into the face of a blue-clad swordsman holding a gothic blade that gave off an evil aura.
"Wh-who…" he struggled to say under the strain of the swordsman's force on his scaled arm. Suddenly the swordsman pulled his left hand back and delivered a thunderous punch to Nero's face.
"NERO!" Kyrie cried when she saw her husband take the ferocious punch head-on.
"Grah!!" Nero grunted upon receiving the monsterous blow. It threw him backwards and through the wall of his house. Shattered glass, splintered wood and dust covered the air. The punch knocked him into his den, which was now strewn with debris. Nero himself lay in a tangled mess of wood planks and broken glass, masked by the settling dust. The swordsman, who was unscathed, slowly stood to a straightened posture and attached the large sword to his back. He began to address Nero.
"I've come for the sword. Return it to me and no more harm will come of you," he said in a stern voice. "Refuse and I assure you that I won't stop until you do…"
He turned towards Kyrie and Darien. She shuddered in fear of his cold blue eyes. His hair was white like Nero's but pulled back into a clean style. He was wearing a long blue coat and spoke with a stoic accent.
"P-p-please…please don't…" Kyrie struggled to say, her voice gripped with paralyzing terror. She tried to get to her feet but the best she could manage in her state was inching away from the vicious man before her, all the while clutching her infant son tightly. Just then two bullets flew out of the wrecked house and at the swordsman. He dodged them with nearly no effort, as if he could see them before they were even fired. The attacker slowly turned his head back towards Nero nonchalantly.
"Don't you DARE touch her!" Nero said, passion filling his voice. The silhouette of Nero began to walk out of the wreckage. In his beastly right hand he held a twin-barrel revolver that was pointed straight at the mysterious attacker. In his left hand he held a sword behind him, ready to strike at a moment's notice. He eyed his opponent and scowled. "Leave us…now… I won't tell you twice…"
"I will leave when I get what I came for…I'm sure you know exactly what that is…" the swordsman replied, unmoved by Nero's threat. Nero fired off another two shots from his double-barreled revolver. The swordsman swiftly pulled his weapon in front of him and effortlessly deflected the two shots. Nero used the momentary distraction of deflecting his bullets to charge the man. He drew his own sword and jumped into the air and came down with a vicious two-handed slash from the sky.
His opponent immediately returned his attention to Nero, perceiving his strike and preparing his own sword to guard. Nero's sword met his and the two clashed with a shockwave that rang out upon impact. "See you in hell!" Nero cried, twisting the handle of his own blade. The inside of Nero's sword immediately charged up with a firey substance that increased the force of his slash twice over. Nero pressed even harder and pushed the swordsman back a solid ten feet from their original position with a small explosion from his sword discharging. Nero landed on his knees then quickly stood up to ready himself for another attack. He looked at his opponent, who himself was regaining his composure. As soon as he laid eyes upon the unearthly weapon his enemy was holding, he was taken aback.
How…how does he have…that sword…? Nero thought. He had previously seen the ghastly blade that his attacker now wielded during his battle with Sanctus inside the Savior two years before. It was supposedly the same sword that the legendary Dark Knight Sparda himself had used to battle the legions of the demon world when he rebelled against them.
Nero didn't have much time to process his surprise as his enemy was soon on the attack again. Nero extended his right arm and it glowed brightly while a ghostly arm materialized above it. His opponent brought his sword around and tried to slash Nero from the right side. Nero caught the sword by its blade using the spectre-arm, turned around and threw his enemy behind him with his the enhanced strength in his right arm. His rival spun in mid air and slammed his sword into the ground to slow his momentum. It tore a large gash into the earth as it broke his fall.
"Do not engage that which you cannot fight…" his enemy said, pulling his sword out of the ground. He held his left arm in front of him and summoned three spirit swords to surround his body. He aimed the swords at Nero then began walking towards him.
"What do you mean that I can't fight…?" Nero said defiantly. He held his demonic arm in front of his face and clenched it into a fist. Nero drew his sword and slashed it to his side while thrusting his fist into the air. Out of his wrecked home, a silver flash blazed towards him. He opened his hand and caught the speeding object in his fist. The object he had called to him was a sheathed katana. Nero swung the covered blade in front of his body and in one smooth motion, unsheathed it to reveal a mirror-polished blade. The sword reacted to his arm and immediately granted him its power. A dark energy surged down his arm from the sword and through his body. Nero's eyes turned bright blue and a demonic knight spirit appeared above him. "Come!" he shouted, his voice taking on a very evil-sounding reverberation.
The man deployed his spirit swords upon seeing this transformation. Nero retaliated by summoning three spinning ghost blades of his own, spawning from the knight spirit that was fighting alongside him. The six spirit blades clashed in mid air and shattered one another. Nero once again charged the mysterious stranger with both his swords at the ready. The two met in a second clash with Nero crossing his own swords in front of his face. He was face-to-face with his attacker, his demon-possessed eyes blazing. Nero began to twist the handle of his primary weapon to charge it up to give himself the advantage but before he could, his enemy pushed off and out of the stalemate. He hopped back a short distance and then pointed his sword towards Nero.
"Stop…right there…" his attacker said, catching Nero off-guard. He immediately fabricated two more spirit swords then aimed them at Kyrie and Darien, who had been watching the battle unfold. Nero looked at his helpless wife and son then back at his opponent.
"Wh-…you can't!" Nero said, now torn between continuing the fight and protecting his family.
"Hand over that sword now or I will…" the man said coldly trying to force Nero's hand. Nero's eyes darted back and forth between his enemy and his wife.
"You…you dirty son of a bitch…" Nero said, dejectedly. He had run out of options. He spun the katana then thrust it blade-first into the ground. The knight familiar vanished when he let go of the sword and the mysterious power that overtook him dissipated. The enemy swordsman dispelled his spirit swords and walked towards Nero to obtain the katana. Nero looked at the ground and grit his teeth as the man grew near, having to accept his forced defeat. The man pulled the sword from the ground and retrieved the sheath. He returned his sword to its sheath and then walked past the defeated Nero.
"Your power is commendable," he said to Nero as he walked by. Nero lifted his head to face his rival's back. "Also…I apologize for taking such drastic measures…but I needed this sword…there is a more serious matter at hand and I could not take any chances…forgive me…"
"Why? You attacked me and my family…you don't deserve forgiveness…" Nero said with contempt in his voice. "Take your goddamn sword and go…" With that, the man seemingly teleported away.
"Nero!" Kyrie cried after the attacker was gone.
"Kyrie!" Nero replied. He dropped his sword and rushed to his wife's side to comfort her. He put his arm around her shoulders as she broke into tears holding their son, who was crying loudly. Nero's own eyes began to well up with tears of joy that his wife and son were unharmed in the chaos. "Kyrie, I'm so sorry…"
"Nero…its okay, as long…as long as you weren't hurt…and Darien is safe…" she said, still shaking.
A few hours later, after they had settled their son down, they assessed the damage to their home. The place where Nero had crashed through the wall was now exposed to the outside and the roof was falling apart.
"Oh Nero…look what happened…" Kyrie said, still crushed at the damage done to their home by the fight. "Our home is a mess…its going to take weeks to fix this damage. Nero?" She asked, suddenly realizing Nero wasn't talking back to her. She turned around and looked back into the hallway leading into the den. Her husband came walking down with a coat over his shoulder and his sword in hand. "Nero, what are you doing?"
"I can't let this stand, Kyrie…" he told her. "He attacked our home and took the sword Dante left in my care. Plus I have some questions to ask that guy myself…"
"Nero, don't do this…it's not worth it…think about Darien…" she said, trying to convince her husband not to pursue the man in blue.
Nero ran his scaled arm through her long hair, which glowed with a slow pulse. "I have this, Kyrie…it will protect me…don't worry about me. I'll be safe. I kept my promise to protect you last time and I'm making that same promise now."
He walked out the front door and pulled his motorcycle out of the garage. Nero slipped his coat on and attached his sword to his back. Kyrie followed him out of the door. Nero loaded his revolver and then put on a helmet. He climbed onto his bike and revved its engine. Kyrie looked into his eyes through his helmet and he returned the look before backing out and speeding down the night-cloaked highway.
There has to be a reason he'd seek me out…especially for that sword… And he was carrying Sparda's sword…I can only come up with one explanation that makes sense…and I have to find out if I'm right… Nero thought as he raced down the road, his coat snapping in the wind. He revved his engine and accelerated into the night.
To Be Continued…
(A/N: I plan to continue this story as long as I can keep coming up with ideas. As it is, the way I've laid out the story is kind of confusing so I don't know how long I can go without becoming too tangled. Over time, it will end up taking the perspective of three different points of view and I may give each one its own full-fledged story.)