Devil May Cry: A Beginning
In a darkened city on a rooftop we find him. Casually sitting on the edge of the building, sword resting beside him, a book opened to the page of a familiar devil.
"I'm sure you have heard the story. The Legend of Sparda. When I was young my mother would tell me stories about him. About a war between the human world and the demon world. A story of one devil that forsook his devil upbringing and took up his sword for the sake of mankind."
"Mankind… right"
Mother would always say Sparda was a kind-hearted devil, that him sealing the portal to the demonic world granted everyone the peace they so desperately fought for. It couldn't have been further from the truth though
"The Human world is just another form of Hell"
I watch them, living their mundane lives. Thinking of newer, better ways to kill each other. Always coming up with some excuse to promote violence. Religion seems to be a favorite amongst them though. There will always be war among the humans, humans are incapable to accepting one another but then again… devils are the same way.
"The Order of the Sword huh?"
A truly interesting group, they worship a Devil as a God? I went to see for myself.
"A Hell Gate"
Even more interesting, an artificial gate to the demonic realm. Of course the true gate is still sealed tight. Not for much longer though. In my travels I came across a mysteriously artifact that once belonged to the demon Argosax, an orb that could show future events to those that gaze upon it.
"Two Amulets, a Set of Sparda's Blood"
"A False Coin, for a False God"
"What are you gonna do with all that power huh?"
"In that case you should be used to this sorta thing" (Lightning Blast)
"Look, how beautiful this white armor stands"
"I WILL TAKE OVER THE POWER OF SPARDA! AHAHAHAHA!"
But it was the next image I saw that truly peaked my interest.
An image of a white haired young man, eyes glowing red with power. Standing before his enemy, sword drawn… with a ghostly image standing behind him.
"From that day forth, my arm changed. A voice echoed, POWER, Give me More POWER! And if I become a demon, then so be it. I'll endure the exile, Anything to protect her!"
How could there be another with HIS power?
Snapping the book closed he looked out over the city, his eyes sitting on a tiny run down building at the end of the street.
"I guess its time. I hope he won't be upset I didn't make any preparations for the bash"
My name is Vergil Sparda, son of the Legendary Dark Knight, and I'm about to set events in motion that will truly be a sight to behold.
"It'll be fun to fight against the prince of darkness. If my father did it, I should be able to do it too"
The earth shook, buildings collapsed and a massive tower rose into the sky.
"Let the story of the Sons of Sparda Finally Begin"