My second fan-fic! I don't own Devil May Cry or Ninja Scroll.
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The high kick missed! It was a bit of a shock, but one easily recoverable from. The demon raked its claw through the air where Dante's head was less than a second before. He had shifted momentum and went into a roll underneath the swing. Just as Dante was regaining his bearings, the demon's tail coiled and whipped itself in his direction. It has no blind spot!, he thought angrily as he launched himself into the air.
Noticing that it's prey was no longer in range, the demon turned around and began to gather energy in its mouth. At the same time, Dante drew Ebony and Ivory from their holsters on his legs. A shower of molten lead mixed with a small bit of devilish energy hit the beast, causing it to pause a bit. But, of course, bullets don't do much to any demon, especially one this powerful.
The thing had a huge boiling manifestation of red energy in its mouth now. It shot the massive ball where Dante would land in a few seconds. Dante drew Alastor and swung it in a mighty underhand blow. The blow of the devil sword negated and modified the demonic energies in the ball and sent it flying towards its maker, trailing blood-like red streams. Panic filled its eyes at the looming prospect of destruction, and though it heartily tried, it could not escape its own seed of death. A circular hole was torn through the lizard flesh the demon had stolen and mutated, and the nature of the attack rent the very soul of the demon itself. Both parts perished as one, its last breath used for a primal scream of agony and despair.
Dante sheathed Alastor in one quick motion. This place is crawling with monsters. What are they all doing here? I came back here to do a routine check, only to be attacked by a group of demons.
Dante had come back to the fated Mallet Island on which he had slain his twin brother, Virgul, and entombed the great Mundus for the next 1000 years. Though it had been destroyed in Mundus' sealing, the island rebuilt itself in less than a day using powerful devil magic. The island itself had an evil core, one which both regulated the island and stood as a portal between this world and the underworld.
He regularly came back to check on the island and made certain that the portal was not in use. He could only imagine the disaster that would be wrought upon the world if a band of demons freed Mundus, or if they used the isle's potent dark energy for their own use. No dark creatures had come here for the past three years. The portal must have opened again. I guess the responsibility of saving mankind once again falls into my lap.
But reconnaissance comes first. Dante strode towards the door at the other side of the 17th century courtyard. Stone columns rose along the sides that looked out upon the ocean, holding the ramparts of this dark castle. He stopped immediately, however, when he saw the man sitting at the top of the rampart walkway.
"Hey! Who the hell are you?!" Dante called. The man looked up at Dante and jumped from the wall. He leapt gracefully, his traditional samurai garb catching and fluttering in the wind. His landing was smooth, and as he stood, the hilt of his katana caught the dusk's fading sunlight. He wore one of those circular hats the Japanese were known for, a notch was cut into the front.
"I am Jubei," he responded calmly.
"Sure," Dante said. "But what are you doing on this god-forsaken island? You might want to leave while you can. This place is full of devils."
The samurai chuckled. "I have dealt with devils before, my friend. The Eight Devils of Kimon, in fact. And to answer your question, I come because there is an evil aura about this place, and possibly the answers I seek."
Dante frowned. "I've been caretaker of this island for three years now. I doubt you'll find any answers here. In fact, you should probably leave now, or I might be forced to kill you."
"Nay, I will not leave. If that means I must fight you, then so be it. I would suggest, however, that we work together. It seems that you have a large problem on your hands."
Dante considered this for a moment. Maybe this guy is genuine. I'll have to keep my eye on him. "You said you've killed devils before. Are you a demon hunter? And what's with the samurai get-up?"
"I have killed demons before. However, I do not make a living of it like you. But I am not so inexperienced that I do not realize you are half- demon yourself. It's curious... you do not emanate evil like your brethren. That is why I made my offer."
Dante looked more closely at this samurai. He was an interesting character, and if looks could be trusted, he would be a great help in the inevitable conflict to come. "Okay, Jubei. I'll let you tag along for now. And I'm keeping my eye on you..."
Jubei nodded, and headed for the castle. Dante shook his head, sighed, and followed him.
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The high kick missed! It was a bit of a shock, but one easily recoverable from. The demon raked its claw through the air where Dante's head was less than a second before. He had shifted momentum and went into a roll underneath the swing. Just as Dante was regaining his bearings, the demon's tail coiled and whipped itself in his direction. It has no blind spot!, he thought angrily as he launched himself into the air.
Noticing that it's prey was no longer in range, the demon turned around and began to gather energy in its mouth. At the same time, Dante drew Ebony and Ivory from their holsters on his legs. A shower of molten lead mixed with a small bit of devilish energy hit the beast, causing it to pause a bit. But, of course, bullets don't do much to any demon, especially one this powerful.
The thing had a huge boiling manifestation of red energy in its mouth now. It shot the massive ball where Dante would land in a few seconds. Dante drew Alastor and swung it in a mighty underhand blow. The blow of the devil sword negated and modified the demonic energies in the ball and sent it flying towards its maker, trailing blood-like red streams. Panic filled its eyes at the looming prospect of destruction, and though it heartily tried, it could not escape its own seed of death. A circular hole was torn through the lizard flesh the demon had stolen and mutated, and the nature of the attack rent the very soul of the demon itself. Both parts perished as one, its last breath used for a primal scream of agony and despair.
Dante sheathed Alastor in one quick motion. This place is crawling with monsters. What are they all doing here? I came back here to do a routine check, only to be attacked by a group of demons.
Dante had come back to the fated Mallet Island on which he had slain his twin brother, Virgul, and entombed the great Mundus for the next 1000 years. Though it had been destroyed in Mundus' sealing, the island rebuilt itself in less than a day using powerful devil magic. The island itself had an evil core, one which both regulated the island and stood as a portal between this world and the underworld.
He regularly came back to check on the island and made certain that the portal was not in use. He could only imagine the disaster that would be wrought upon the world if a band of demons freed Mundus, or if they used the isle's potent dark energy for their own use. No dark creatures had come here for the past three years. The portal must have opened again. I guess the responsibility of saving mankind once again falls into my lap.
But reconnaissance comes first. Dante strode towards the door at the other side of the 17th century courtyard. Stone columns rose along the sides that looked out upon the ocean, holding the ramparts of this dark castle. He stopped immediately, however, when he saw the man sitting at the top of the rampart walkway.
"Hey! Who the hell are you?!" Dante called. The man looked up at Dante and jumped from the wall. He leapt gracefully, his traditional samurai garb catching and fluttering in the wind. His landing was smooth, and as he stood, the hilt of his katana caught the dusk's fading sunlight. He wore one of those circular hats the Japanese were known for, a notch was cut into the front.
"I am Jubei," he responded calmly.
"Sure," Dante said. "But what are you doing on this god-forsaken island? You might want to leave while you can. This place is full of devils."
The samurai chuckled. "I have dealt with devils before, my friend. The Eight Devils of Kimon, in fact. And to answer your question, I come because there is an evil aura about this place, and possibly the answers I seek."
Dante frowned. "I've been caretaker of this island for three years now. I doubt you'll find any answers here. In fact, you should probably leave now, or I might be forced to kill you."
"Nay, I will not leave. If that means I must fight you, then so be it. I would suggest, however, that we work together. It seems that you have a large problem on your hands."
Dante considered this for a moment. Maybe this guy is genuine. I'll have to keep my eye on him. "You said you've killed devils before. Are you a demon hunter? And what's with the samurai get-up?"
"I have killed demons before. However, I do not make a living of it like you. But I am not so inexperienced that I do not realize you are half- demon yourself. It's curious... you do not emanate evil like your brethren. That is why I made my offer."
Dante looked more closely at this samurai. He was an interesting character, and if looks could be trusted, he would be a great help in the inevitable conflict to come. "Okay, Jubei. I'll let you tag along for now. And I'm keeping my eye on you..."
Jubei nodded, and headed for the castle. Dante shook his head, sighed, and followed him.