Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry nor Fate/Stay Night this is a non-profit work for fun
Prologue:
"If you go you may never be able to return!" The voice of a woman can be heard. "I will go, I am expendable."
„No." This one is belonging to a man; by the tone an irritated one.
"I am happy if I can die like a human." The woman no, girl, she sounded strong, yet her tears betrayed her facade. She was quiet beautiful with red hair, kept in a braid, which went down to her hip. Her skin was tanned, and her eyes had a sad yet exotic look in them. Right now she looked really small and timid, betraying her warrior status. She was a woman, a devil, and human. At least for the man, who is standing before her. Her name was Lucia.
"Devils never cry" answered the man. His voice smooth, no anxiousness at all. He wore a red long coat, which stood strongly in contrast with his snow-white hair. He was a human, a devil, a hunter, and for the woman in front of him, so much more. He seemed to be in his late thirties, yet moved with grace only a few can achieve. He was Dante, son of the Dark Knight Sparda.
There they stood, face to face, before a giant vortex; an ominous black one, which is intercepted with red lightning. What has lead up to this moment? A long story, which begun so simple. But of course nothing is simple with Dante. An easy job, on an island far away from the girls. A little hunting, enjoying the scenery, and recovering from Trish's extra spicy chili sauce. Yep just like Hawaii. And as always the job turned out more of a headache then he liked. Someone has to open that damned door to Hell! Again! He was seriously considering by now to take back Yamato and nail down all doors to that cursed realm with it.
Where were we? Ah yes, by Trish's cooking. Delicious as always, but no more spicy stuff! That woman is insane! He could hardly speak, not to mention gloat since he ate it. Trish on the other hand complained that it came out softer than she had expected. After the dinner all she had to say to him was "I thought you are resistant to fire?" Someone had to enlighten the woman that, immunity to fire is not the same as immunity to capsaicin.
Three days were elapsed, and his voice was back. Now was the time to use it. It was clear; he couldn't let the girl go. Not in the state she was now in. So he grabbed his coin in his pocket, and took a gamble.
"Let's leave it to fate." continued the man bringing out the coin in a position that concealed it from the girl's vision. "Heads, I go. Tails you go…" he flipped it not even waiting for Lucia to answer.
The coin came down. It was heads. "See you around." and so he went ahead right at the portal, but before he entered, he called back for a last time. "Hold on to my coin Lucia!" He flipped the silver piece at the girl and entered the black swirl.
It shouldn't have happened. He never had much luck with gambling. Not that he was a regular. Yet sometimes if you lack a couple of inches, you only have to compensate with something else. This was the coin. Not a regular one, but one which only had a single side, rather Heads for both sides. It was not the flip which he gambled but the girl herself if she notices it before he has the chance to enter the gate. Now there he stood, before him Argosax, one of the Hell lords. It was time to make things stylish!
"Took your sweet time eh?" mocked it the hunter. "What? No gloating? No self proclaimed prince of the universe?"
Argosax's answer was a swift tentacle-strike at the puny man before him, which Dante could evade even in his sleep. The Devil emerged furious, and ready to kill that insolent little bastard, who dared to disturb his slumber. It was like a glob of flesh, with some animal features. It was strong and regenerative, but also slow and clumsy. No problem for the battle hardened hunter, a little too easy for Dante's taste. A full minute passed and it was covered in deep cuts from the hunter's favorite sword. Beside the slash wounds many small impact wound could be seen on its body as well thanks to Ebony and Ivory. It was sad…until it, he, finally awakened.
Firs he was just a tiny globe, like a soul fragment, but blazing with ethereal flames. It became brighter and hotter until the small vessel couldn't hold it anymore. It burst, within came Argosax forth, in his new body. A blazing humanoid body which looked like a male, with two horns on his head. He even spurred fire wings. With them he looked like a fallen angel, angry for retribution and for the need to get out.
Hands changed to swords and spears, the fight was on again. This time it was more heated in both senses. Dante had to act fast, before the gate closed forever. So he triggered. Time was of the essence not style any more. A slash at its torso, regenerating, another at its leg, two more aimed at its wings, yet every time Dante hit the devil simply grew back the damaged areas. Not to mention that it became more swift, and agile. His last chance was the second trigger. The game was on; one attack, one hit. It was going to end either way. Fortune seemed to favor the hunter, the attack hit, The left wing was gone with a chunk out of its torso. The force behind the blow was enough that the regeneration didn't kick right in. Not clean strike but enough to finish Argosax in the next dash. Dante moved, so did the devil, its hands turning into swords like Rebellion which resided in the hands of Dante.
Dante leaped at his foe. The devil anticipating the move extended its sword-arm to pierce the hunter. Dante jumped slightly to the left executing a roll mid air, to stay on target, his sight never leaving his foe, and struck with Rebellion. His strike was parried, which resulted him losing his sword, but it was a calculated miss. His foe was pushed back by the force of his thrust and got him out of its sight. Argosax recovered fast, but not fast enough. It looked for him at left, but there was nothing, then at right, yet again he used Trickster to stay in its blind spot. At least it turned around coming eye to eye with Dante's gun Ivory. Checkmate. They both knew it, if the devil had had a face it must have been made of resignation. So Dante shot, the magical bullet, made from his own power, augmented by the last aftereffect of his triggering, ripped through Argosax's head, ending the battle. Its body not being able to recover fast enough disintegrated and gone back to whatever afterlife there was for devils.
Yet there was no happy ending for the hunter. He was late, but maybe time wouldn't have made a difference. After Argosax perished the gate was cut from its source of energy, and was shut off. This scenario was quite familiar for him, only right now he was the one stuck in this realm not Vergil. There was nothing he could do whereas venturing fort, deep inside of the Hell realm, looking for another gate, and hoping in a twisted sense that someone is dumb enough to try and open it. It sure will be a surprise for whoever is on the other side. He will make sure of it!
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At the office of Devil May Cry, in a secret room full of dangerous sentient weapons, the inhabitants, who happen to be the weapons themselves, begun to stir.
"Our master is locked in." spoke a red scimitar.
"Indeed brother." answered a blue one.
Those two were Agni and Rudra, the (all too much talkative) firestorm bothers. Accompanying Dante since his greenhorn days, they were among the first devil arms the hunter made a pact with.
"I already miss the boy." spoke a fancy guitar in a wishful feminine tone. "Who will play with me from now on?" This was Nevan, the succubus queen who also grew fond of her master.
"Damn it woman, can't you think on other things than that!" the chilly remark came from a tripartite nunchaku. "Yes, he is locked in Hell, but it's not like you have to wait for him to return. You can just go to where he is if you want. You two share a bond or not?"
"What about you then? Surely you want to be with your owner as well? Yet here you are!" inquired the woman currently guitar.
"I would if I could, but can't. I do not possess the power to open and maintain a gate big enough for my soul to cross. You however are tiny, compact as they say. Just like those two who never shut up"
"We would also like to go but…" whined the firestorm brothers.
"Me too" "And me three" "It's never dull with him" "I want some action" "If Nevan goes so do I!"
It was chaos in its purest form. Devil arms, which hold the souls of powerful demons and devils were in a contract with a single man. It was ironical, that with so many high-ranking vassals Dante could be considered an overlord or high class noble in abysmal standards. A pity he never took the opportunity, but that doesn't mean that his partners won't.
"There is a way." called Lucifer, knower of ancient secret and sorcery. "It is inconvenient, and probably will get us in trouble but I can take us to him."
"Talk." demanded Alastor. Time seemed to mellow him out a little but he could still fall back in his stung up tone if he was excited or irritated.
"We cannot open rifts directly to Hell, but we can go to our contractor, like any devil in the ancient rites." silence greeted his announcement.
"Carry on." said Gilgames "We are listening."
After a brief pause Lucifer continued "Technically we are all contracted to Dante even if it is in a twisted way. Some of us more than other." The last sentence was barely audible. "This ritual demands that all contracts are equalized. Which means we are literally bound to our…yuck…master."
"What's the catch?" asked Beowulf
"First. It means that he will be limited at first how to use us. Second. Some of us who still were able to use humanoid shape will find it difficult to use it because, Dante's power and they own will be linked. No more essence on our own everything will be shared with him, and only him! It also means that others who could not benefit from this perk, maybe become able to do so as well if the master so wishes. Basically we trade in power for versatility."
"Seems fine to me." Said Artemis
"Oh, and it's kinda permanent, so I hope you never planned to reign on your own or seek out another devil prince?"
"Never thought about it!" "I'm fine as it is." "I want darling" "I'm good"
"Thought so!" resigned Lucifer "I don't know why I am even trying anymore. So the ritual is quite simple, you only have to…"
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In the realms of Hell, in the never ending plane of suffering a lone figure is making his way to the horizon or whatever lies there that looks like one. This individual is a tall handsome man in his twenties, dressed in a scarlet long coat, wearing dark pants and shirt with combat boots all smoking stylish of course! This individual is our protagonist, the half-devil Dante, and his is Not happy!
It has been ages since he was locked up, or at least he felt so. After a couple of months, without any visual and geographical aids, he completely lost his sense of time. Yeah sucks to be him! Then he got unexpected company, a dozen or so, them being his devil arms. All part of him as of now. There were changes of course, like the limited prana that they could use, but now he could communicate with all of them and some other interesting perks that are best left untold, till he was strong enough to bear them again decently at least. This little trip brought not only changes in the arms but inside and outside the hunter as well, and some of it was not for the best.
"Guys! Is it just me or did you put on some weight again?" asked an irritate half devil as he traveled the wastes.
"How rude! We aren't heavy, our spirit-pressure just increased a little because of the negative energies of this realm. Don't worry you will adapt in no time, you are already getting stronger and your aging process will finally be adjusted as well. I mean, seriously your devil half is so underdeveloped, because of the lack of proper environment. Take it as training" encouraged Alastor
"I am missing my bike!" whined the hunter again.
"Dante you are being a moron." Nevan was the only devil arm and woman who could speak in such a manner with their master. Her contacts and knowledge got them some leeway in this realm. She was adamant to educate Dante in proper Demon-etiquette as well, although she would probably have more success with a granite wall than with Dante in this department. "We discussed the matter and declared you at fault. End of story! By the way why are we stopping? The necropolis is on the other side of the Hills of swords."
"I think we are trapped." Dante was getting nervous, normally he could always detect demonic magic and traps, but this one was tricky. It was like the trap just materialized out of thin air under his feet. That alone wouldn't be a problem, but sorcery so strong, needed an equally strong caster. And by feeling the amount of conjured mana, his expectant enemy must be formidable at least.
"Hmm, somehow I feel nostalgic." called Rudra from weapons space. "It's like in the old times."
"You're right brother! It has been a while." commented Agni.
"Been a while for what?" Dante was getting more and more irritated with his situation. Now not only could he feel the mana, but also see lines of a circle materializing around his feet.
"Right, master doesn't know" said Agni "You should have studied more instead of getting kicked out all the time!"
"Shut the Hell up!" came the answer.
"Shall I enlighten you instead of arguing?" asked Rudra
"Damn it yess!" gritted the Half-devil.
"You're being summoned." commented the ever cynic Lucifer.
"What The Fuck! How? I'm not even a true devil, damn it!"
"The thaumaturgical processes demand only…" "Shut up!" Rudra, before he could finish, was interrupted by the same devil arm. Lucifer was strangely becoming more and more like Dante since the time he passed together with his…yuck…master.
"To put it simply right now you carry enough Demonic essences with you, that even your father would be proud. It makes up for the lack of the other half." explained Lucifer.
"Great, so this is basically Your fault!" snarled Dante. He would have glared at them if he could but beggar can't be picky, so he settled screaming at them.
"Half of it is, but look at the bright side." continued Lucifer.
"And that would be?"
"We're getting out of here."
Just on cue the magic circle completed itself at Dante's feet. The circle than floated up to his waist and divided itself in three copies on him.
"Great! This just gets better and better" rolling his eyes the half devil prepared for the, well not worst, but rather some good old fashioned beating.
Thus with a great Bang Dante was transported out of Hell right on top of a…demolished…furniture…?