One Hell of a Party
Crash! A red figure came bursting through a skylight...Dante Sparda, the Demon Slayer, and owner of Devil Never Cry. His coat flapping behind him as he lands the "short" distance to the ground, crouching down, glass dropping around him. He raises his head, and in a flash, reaches for his weapon, Ivory, points it to the head of the old man in front of him, and fires!
Behind him, Dante hears the screams and cries of fleeing people. He turns and views the scene, his face stained with blood. He sees a white-haired young man, who looks much like himself, albeit younger, his right arm in a sling, standing in front of a brown-haired woman, who's carrying a small blue box. Can that be...? he thought to himself. He produced a handkerchief from a pocket within his coat and wiped his face clean of the crimson fluid.
Dante dropped down from his perch and began pacing slowly to the startled pair when he heard a voice:
"That man! He killed the High Priest! Attack him!"
The voice had come from a man adorned in white robes and a hood, and carried a one-sided sword at his waist. Dante suddenly found a group of similarly-clad warriors, blades in their hands, charging from all sides at him. With inhuman speed, Dante holstered his custom-made pistol, and reached for his demonic broadsword, Rebellion. The former blade of his father, Sparda himself, Rebellion served Dante well: he took a sweeping, horizontal strike to the left, stopping all of the hooded warriors in their tracks. They stood frozen for a moment, then Dante moved from his sword stance and kicked the man closest to the right, who was sent flying into another hooded warrior, knocking both of them down. The fighters who were still frozen in place dropped to the ground, some completely cut in half.
Dante scoffed,
"Too easy." He turned and taunted the remaining fighters, calling out, "Come and get me!"
The white-haired man, who was standing idly by, watching his fellow "Knights" be felled thought quietly to himself...cocky bastard!...he doesn't even flinch...The woman next to him pleaded,
"Nero, do something!"
"I know, Kyrie, I know." Using his left hand, the white-haired man took out from his jacket a double-barreled revolver, the Blue Rose. He raised the pistol and fired the extravagant weapon. Dante, being the deft and experienced Demon Hunter he is, aptly dodged the shots by dropping to his knees, at the same time thrusting his blade into the gut of an approaching attacker. He stood quickly, glaring at his shooter, and swiftly rebounded a blade strike by sweeping Rebellion horizontally while keeping its blade vertical.
Nero was not happy. He turned behind him and spoke quietly,
"Kyrie, get my sword! Go! Now!" Nero turned towards the red-clad Demon Slayer, and started strolling towards him. By now, Dante had finished with all the hooded warriors and was leaping over Nero's head and landing right next to Kyrie, speaking in a calm, but aggressive manner, sword point at her throat:
"Return it to me, and I'll let you go." Nero, of course, wasn't gonna take this kind of action politely. He fired off 4 rounds at Dante, who leaped back towards Nero and launched an uncharged Release, which nonetheless still blew Nero back. He taunted Nero, asking him incredulously,
"You really think you're a match for me? Then show me. Let's play!" Nero kindly obliged, dashing towards Dante, "Fine then! Try this!" and planted both of his feet in Dante's face. Dante was thrown into the air, back flipping once. In the meantime Nero let loose with a round of his double-barreled cannon, Blue Rose. Dante deflected the 2 bullets back down. Kyrie made a run for a nearby door as Dante rebounded off a pillar and landed on one of the folded arms of a statue of Sparda, the Demon Knight who saved mankind from the Underworld. Nero jumped, and did the same as Dante. Dante holstered Rebellion and pulled out Ebony and Ivory, twirled them and pointed them at Nero, who was just landing and directing Blue Rose at him.