I haven't submitted anything for a while. This time, however, a new story was preplanned. One of my favorite characters in fiction, Dante from the Devil May Cry series, has mysteriously appeared in the year 1564, the era of the Union-Empire war! I now bring you… Dante In Drakengard?!
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His eyelids sharply opened. He sat up and gasped for air. He looked up and saw dark clouds overlapping the normally blue sky. He noticed that his sword of choice, Force Edge, lay near his right leg.
Famed demon hunter Dante uttered his first words since waking up: "Where the hell am I?" He stood up, dusted off his red pants and jacket, and sheathed Force Edge on his back. Ahead of Dante was a vast of nothingness, which complicated matters for him.
"There isn't even a saloon around, and I forgot my cell phone!" he spat, kicking some gravel. "Wait 'til Lady and Trish hear about this."
Rapid propellers sputtered over the sky, and a giant shadow overlapped Dante. He glanced behind himself and witnessed a huge, multi-propeller airship slowly descending to the gravel-covered ground. Once the propellers stopped, six large men in black armor climbed out of the airship and noticed the white-haired demon hunter smirking at them.
"Oi!" one of the armored men called out. "Who gave you the right to walk among our territory?"
Dante snorted, still smirking. "You guys own a field of nothingness? Where are the green grass and storage houses? Are you so poor that you're making bread out of mucky gravel?"
A second armored soldier accosted Dante and jabbed his finger on his chest. "Watch your tongue, fool! The Empire has riches not even a peasant scum like you can surpass! Now tell us why you're trespassing on Imperial grounds!"
Dante's smile faded and was replaced with clenched teeth. He clamped the Imperial soldier's index finger and bent it left. A small crunching sound resulted in the soldier falling to the floor, crying in pain.
"I know you were adopted because your parents never taught you that pointing fingers at strangers is wrong," Dante remarked as he slipped his twin pistols, Ebony & Ivory, out of his holsters.
The five Imperials gasped and clasped one another's arms. One of them stuttered, "W-what are t-t-those?"
"Do you know why I have such high respects for blacksmiths?" Dante began as he aimed his pistols at the group of Imperials.
"Why?" they chimed in simultaneously.
Dante continued, "Because they were the first to create gunpowder. That eventually resulted in the creation of handguns. Now say your prayers."
The five Imperials jittered as dozens of bullets pierced through their armor and torsos. The broken-fingered soldier crawled towards his fallen comrades and wept. He turned around to see Dante approaching him. The demon hunter cocked his black handgun and aimed it at the surviving Imperial's nose.
"We were just doing our job," the Imperial quickly stated. "We eliminate anyone who trespasses on our soil, especially Union soldiers."
Dante shrugged and smiled. "I'm not on their side, nor your side. So attempted murder on an innocent bystander is still inexcusable. However, I'll let you live if you tell me who your commander is."
The Imperial gulped. "He was a Union soldier who defected to our army. He's brought the goddess to our flying fortress and now she awaits her execution. We call him General Inuart."
Dante lifted him off the ground and forced him to march at the airship. "You're gonna use that ship and fly us back to your fortress. I need to 'chat' with Inuart about his innocent bystander policy."
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Well, um… Stay tuned!
