'Sup, peoples? This is VaLente Spada, trying my hand at a DmC fanfiction. The idea for this was originally going to be for DMC3, but after playing the reboot, I decided to transfer the idea to a story on it instead. Comparing the two first chapters, I think this one came out a bit better.
So without further ado, here it is.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my original characters.
Text Key:
"speech"
'thought'
"demonic speech"
*loud sound effect*
(author comments)
-{[scene heading & info]}-
flashbacks & emphasized wording
"crossed speech" (when someone within Limbo is speaking to a person in the real world and vice versa)
song lyrics
(This party's getting' crazy...let's rock!)
-{[waterfront; 11 pm]}-
(play "Rhythmic Hallucination" - King of Fighters '97)
Darkness had set upon Limbo City, and everything seemed pretty normal. Trains moved at their scheduled times, traffic was nominal, and various people roamed the streets either heading to work or looking for some late night fun and action. And no one was having a better time than corporate super businessman and banker, Kyle Ryder.
Tonight, he was at the top of his company building along the river, several security cameras and windows overlooking the city many stories below. He was currently on the phone with a very important client.
"...yes, by close of trading on Friday. No, you can't have more time. You know the terms, you know the consequences." Kyle said, a smugness in his tone.
Kyle looked like your average fatcat: bald, somewhat old, chubby in stature, and wearing the classic black suit 'n tie with dress shoes to match. However, this guy was the richest man in the country, maybe even the entire world, and he had no problem in very confidently flaunting his wealth and influence in order to gain power.
"Is that a concealed threat, Kyle?" the man on the other line asked, Kyle responding with a derisive chuckle.
"No, this is not a veiled threat. This is a direct one. Should you fail to comply, the collapse of the economy will be on your head. I will make sure that you are stripped of power, shamed, and hated. Is that clear enough for you?" Ryder continued.
"...yes...very well, I will acquiesce to your demands." the client said begrudgingly.
"Well, Friday it is, then. You have a good night...Mr. President." Kyle finalized, shutting off the phone and turning with a smirk to the only other occupant of the room.
"Did you get it, my darling?" the woman asked.
With a slim and curvy figure, she was a rather attractive individual...if one looked past her less than enticing facial features. Dark-blonde hair aside, she had the appearance of a traditional hooker: pink dress, heels, and black gloves that stretched to her elbows.
"Over a trillion. Soon, I will own everything worth owning. I will control the world...through debt. I have absolute power." he answered with a dark smile.
"Hehe...the world is at last your bitch, as am I. Nothing left, you just grab it by the hair, bend it over, and f-" she started, but cut herself off as Kyle suddenly moved away, now looking out the window with a pensive expression.
"What's the matter? What, what's the matter?" she asked. "A loose end." he answered succinctly. "A loose end? What?" she wondered.
"The daughter of the traitor, Sparda...Dayna." he continued, a frown now marring his wrinkled face.
"Her..." the woman idly remarked with disdain.
"She's still out there." Ryder said, peering into the citywide distance.
"The Hunters will find her...they found Sparda and his whore. And when they do capture her..." the woman trailed off expectantly.
"I...will rip open her chest with my bare hands and feast on her beating heart, just like I did with her mother. And when it's finally done, I'll ensure that she's violated for eternity by as many minions of Hell that can get their dicks in her." he spoke vehemently, a menacing smile upon his visage.
If only anyone knew what Kyle Ryder's true identity was...
-{[the next morning; downtown]}-
(play "Seize the Day" - Bless)
A young man was walking along the streets, the sun having already risen and started its daily trek through the skies.
Appearance wise, he looked rather average. He was about six feet even in height with somewhat of an athletic build, though the full depth of his form was shrouded by his baggy clothing which consisted of a black hoodie, tank top, blue denim jeans, and white tennis shoes.
His skin tone was a light tan, his eyes were of the standard brown color, and his black hair was styled into several cornrows going from front-to-back along his head, the ends of which stretching towards his neck and just barely reaching it.
The guy was heading over to the local amusement park to visit a friend of his; a female friend, who's living in a trailer right next to the place.
Why a trailer? Well, she's had to lay low, ever since she broke out of some asylum(a jailbreak he helped with). The government apparently considered her 'detached from reality' over her belief in demons and spirits, an opinion of her which he didn't share.
Though he wasn't completely sold on the whole supernatural idea, he trusted his friend, and he himself would admit that some strange happenings had been going on...something other than the supposed terrorist attacks. Maybe the 'ridiculous' theories of that masked lady on the news weren't so off-the-wall as he'd once thought...
Anyways, he pushed those thoughts out of his head as he attempted calling his friend for a third time. He sighed as he again received no answer. 'Jeez...hope Dayna didn't go to that club again.' the man thought, before he was nearly ran over by some hooded figure who apparently really had somewhere to be.
"Hey, hold up there! Where's the fire?" he called out, but the person seemingly didn't hear him and kept going...in the direction of the park. "Huh...why's that chick in such a hurry...?" he asked himself out loud, shifting into a run and following the individual.
-{[trailer within the park]}-
(play Shadow's theme from Sonic Generations)
'Ugh...shouldn't have hit the club last night...' a young woman thought, outwardly groaning as she woke up from her sleep. She'd had a bit of a wild time...
A nightclub.
Several women wearing nothing but bikinis and 'angel' wings.
The burning feeling of alcohol going down her throat.
Hazy images of various other visitors running together in a mashed-up mess.
Blinding laser lights flashing everywhere.
The throbbing bass from the club's music.
A vision of various people who looked as though their eyes were gouged out...!
That startling image roused the woman from her sleep with a jerk, the covers falling from her form as she rose to a sitting position, revealing a lithe, toned, curvy, and currently naked body save for a pair of red panties and a red amulet on a necklace she wore. She shook her head a bit in order to clear the spots from her vision. A tribal sort of tattoo rested upon her back, appearing to glow amidst the sunlight.
"The masked lunatic we've broadcast in recent reports has again sent out a televised message to the public. Here's the live feed." a newsman on the droning tv next to her said, the screen switching to a woman wearing a black cloak and a silver face mask. The caption read, 'Terrorist Wanted' on the screen beneath her.
"The demons have been increasing their power for millennia. They're on the verge of controlling mankind. Citizens, we've been kept asleep in a manufactured illusion for far too long. We must wake up!" she said imploringly, though her voice was distorted.
"The woman here claims to represent an organization called 'The Order', a group which has assumed responsibility for several serious attacks in the past few weeks. She is undoubtedly a traitor and a terrorist, but I, for one, am not for the death penalty, so there's only one other way...illegally shoot the bitch. This is Bob Barbas, just doing God's work." the reporter finalized, though why no one seemed shocked at his declaration of what to do with the woman was a mystery.
Running a hand through her black, shoulder-length hair to remove some of the bed-head static, she hit the off button on the tv. "Wonder if Ty's comin' to visit today..." she thought out loud, recalling her first meeting with a very good friend of hers...
-{[flashback; 3 years ago]}-
Locked up in a government-controlled asylum on the grounds of insanity, the woman could scarcely keep track of time, hours upon hours seeming to just go on and on...not that she really cared one way or the other.
Day in and day out, it was the same thing...
Guards would haul her into an interrogation room and ask her questions either about her belief in the supernatural or in attempts to place blame on her for things she never did. She generally responded with one of two things: remained silent while glaring at the questioner, or said something along the lines of 'fuck off' and flipped him the bird.
Then she'd get roughed up a bit, taken away, and thrown back into her cell. And then the day would end, the whole process starting all over again the next day.
But one day, things changed...for good.
Rather than the guards coming to her cell, they ran right past it. Confused at the action, as she'd come to expect the usual pattern, she moved towards the bars and listened in to what they were saying.
"Intruders? What the hell...? Who would come to help break this bitch out of here?!" she heard one guard say, herself mentally asking the same, before an explosion rang out near where the man was.
Silence reigned for a scant moment, but she soon heard several sets of running footsteps, this time coming towards her.
(play Abel's theme from Street Fighter 4)
When the light partially revealed them, she was surprised to see that the individuals weren't officers, but regular looking people. There were four of them, though she couldn't quite make out their facial features in the dim lighting. What she could tell was that all of them wore basically the same outfit, blue denim jeans and tennis shoes, and if their general bodily shapes were anything to go by, all of them were male. Only on their upper bodies were there differences: one wore a white tank top, another a navy-blue t-shirt, the third a jersey with the number '85', and the one in the middle, assumedly the leader, a black hoodie with the hood currently up. Speaking of which, the leader stepped forward with a set of keys in hand, unlatching her cell door.
"We're bustin' you outta here." the person said, the voice sounding as that of a young man.
She didn't need to hear another word. She didn't know who these people were, or why they were helping her, but one thing was for sure...she wanted out. And if these guys were willing to help, who was she to stop 'em?
The four ran off in the direction she'd heard the explosion, and she quickly followed, the group rounding a corner just as alarms began to blare throughout the compound, though the five continued the run regardless. They were undeterred even by gun-wielding guards, as the four jailbreakers were armed as well and were apparently much more dangerous.
"Who are you guys, anyway? Why are you helping me?" she asked, still following wherever they went.
"We'll explain after we've gotten outta here. Zack, how close are we to the nearest exit?" the leader responded, his cohort with the tank top pulling out a portable gps system and examining it for a second.
"30 yards...right after we turn this corner." Zack answered, the group heading in that direction.
Halfway there, however, they were caught from behind by several pistol-armed guards. Pinned down by gunfire, the group was forced to stop moving in order to take cover and return fire.
"To hell with this, we ain't got time to waste." the t-shirt wearer said, going into a roll and firing an Uzi. The jersey wearer followed suit and unleashed dual semi-auto SMG's, the two downing enough enemies to allow for the five to get moving again, the two gunners still firing upon their attackers.
So focused were they on escaping, no one noticed another inmate, who was using the confusion to make an escape of his own, hiding within a vent above them. 'How dare you deny me, you bitch...the only way you're getting out of here is in a body bag!' he thought, aiming a stolen gun at the woman and firing.
Just before the bullet could pierce her neck, however, the leader got in the way and took it in the abdomen.
"Ty!" the t-shirt wearer called out, looking back for a second.
"I'm good, I'm good! Keep it movin'!" Ty responded, staggering a bit but still managing to retain his running speed.
It was a grueling rush after that, but they eventually managed to evade pursuit, though it was technically because the compound had no one left to chase them in the wake of three machine guns.
(end song)
Finally coming to a stop, the woman took a moment to look at the guys who'd helped her with seemingly no provocation whatsoever.
The one with the white tank top who'd been called Zack was a semi-typical caucasian, with blue eyes and auburn brown hair styled straight with a small coif at the front. He was rather slender, but a bit of toned muscle was present in his form.
The man in the #85 jersey was latino with tanned skin, black hair that was straight and only went to his neck, and dark-brown eyes. His build was similar to Zack's, but he had a more noticeable tone to his upper body, most likely a football player if his choice of clothing was anything to go by.
The guy in the navy blue t-shirt was asian, with a pale-ish skin tone and long black hair that stretched to his shoulders. His eyes were a strange case; the pupil on one was completely black, as if no light could pass into it, and though the other was normal in that sense, its color was a crimson-red. Like Zack, he also had a toned but slender bodily build.
The leader, who'd been called Ty, had dropped his hood, revealing himself as an african-american. His skin was a light tan, hair black and styled into cornrow braids, and eyes a light brown. His main build was hidden by the hoodie he wore, but he looked to sport slightly more weight on his form than Zack and the asian.
"Okay, I'll ask again...why the hell'd you do all that?" she asked.
"They plastered your face all over the news when they nabbed you. I don't know 'bout all this 'demon' crap, but I do know that you're not crazy. The minute I saw your face on tv, I knew I wanted to get you out of there." Ty answered with a bloody smile.
"But why? You didn't even meet me in person until now." she responded, still unsure.
"You didn't have the look of a crazy woman. Still don't, really. You seem like a pretty straight believer in whatever they called you nuts for, but not a crazy one. I could tell they were wrong. Besides, it'd be a crime to let those government assholes do away with a fine-looking lady like yourself." he answered, still smiling as the woman flushed ever so slightly at the compliment, the others sharing some knowing smirks with one another at the gesture.
"Ty, we'd better get going. We still gotta erase the security footage from their cameras...and patch up that bullet wound." Zack said.
"Yeah, I know. You oughta leave, lady. We'll clean things up here." Ty responded, holding a hand over his wound as he and the other guys moved to leave.
"But what about..." she started, but he cut her off.
"I'll be fine. It'll take more than one bullet to bring me down. Just get going!" he said, starting an unsteady run and rounding the corner along with the others, the four disappearing from her line of sight.
The woman acquiesced and headed off in the opposite direction, though she mentally hoped she'd meet him again...
And she did, a year later, ironically at the nightclub the woman now frequents. It was the guy's birthday, and his buddies had brought him there, hoping he'd have a hell of a time with the 'angels'.
She almost instantly recognized him, and vice versa, his friends leaving him alone heading in random directions as she approached.
After attempting to talk to each other for a while, though, the two quickly decided the nightclub was way too loud for conversation, and left. Ty drove the two of them back to his apartment complex a couple cities over...
...and after a rather brief dinner and talk with one another, the two promptly fucked each others' brains out the rest of the night.
The woman awoke the next morning feeling oddly refreshed and wondering why she wasn't sleeping in her trailer, but as she wasn't drunk, she quickly remembered the events of the night before. She retrieved her clothes, taking a minute to get the feeling back in her legs, and made to leave, though not before the guy asked to make her breakfast. She'd initially shrugged off the gesture, but went for it after he insisted.
"I don't expect any sort of obligations or shit like that from you over what happened last night. We did what we did, had a hell of a lotta fun doing it, and I made sure I didn't knock you up." he'd said to her, surprising her as she halfway expected the guy to try and stick to her like glue. However, she idly hoped he wasn't one of those punks who'd just 'hit it and quit it', as it were. He'd be minus a certain appendage if he was.
Noticing a coming response, he continued. "But, that doesn't mean I'm throwing you out. You can stay as long as you want. I'd...really like it if we could hang out sometime." he said, a bit of a shy smile on his face.
Surprised yet again, she kicked the idea around in her head a bit and figured it wouldn't be so bad. Even barring last night and the asylum escape, he seemed like a pretty decent guy to be around.
"Alright, I think I can do that. What's your name, stud?" she asked with a friendly smirk.
"Tyler...Tyler Rose. But you've heard my bros call me Ty, which is fine. What's your name, babe?" he responded, smirking back.
"Dayna."
-{[flashback end]}-
They'd met up on many occasions afterwards, several of which ending with them in bed together.
Though he lived in a different city near his folks, he always did his best to take time out of the week to come visit her, a trek he seemed to make more and more often as time went on.
She'd even come to know his friends from the jailbreak, who accompanied him at times though rarely all at once.
Zack, the caucasian, was a rather laidback and somewhat lazy individual, always ready to joke around but knowing when to be serious if he had to be. A technological whiz, he was almost always messing about with some sort of machine or gadget. He'd twice been offered a position as a technician, but he turned them both down, saying 'I wouldn't wanna be stuck in some crappy office building nine hours a day. I do this 'cause I like doin' it, and that's it.' He was 20 years old at the jailbreak.
The latino, whose name was Joe, was silent most of the time unless responding to her or one of the others. It was later confirmed that he was a former football player at his college, but he had to quit when his parents lost their jobs, leaving him as the sole person to make his family's income. A pretty serious guy, but Zack always joked that he didn't know much English. That crack usually earned him a punch in the face or two, but Joe himself never verbally confirmed nor denied it. He was 21 at the escape.
The asian, named Ian, was a semi-pro skateboarder. She saw him the least as he took his chosen profession rather seriously, planning to one day go full-time. Like Zack, he was a 'go with the flow' kinda guy, but he always seemed to know about whatever was going on within the city. He could tell you about the local happenings in excruciating detail before the actual news stations ever breathed a word of it. How? No one knows, not even his friends. He was 19 back then.
And then there was Ty. He was a track star at his high school before he graduated, always keeping in mind the notion of speed and precision over power and brute force anytime he happened to get into a fight. The black dude was more or less a mix of all his buddies rolled into one, though he himself seemed more in touch with his emotions than any of the others. He always trusted his gut feelings, whether they ended particularly well or not, and was generally the mediator between the others, stopping fights before they got too serious. As the unofficial leader of the group, he was fiercely protective of his friends and of her as well, a fact she secretly enjoyed despite being older than him. Ironically enough, he was the youngest of 'em all...18 at the time of the asylum escape.
All in all, they were a good group of people and one she thoroughly enjoyed hanging out with. Though she'd be lying if she said she didn't think about Ty more than the others, though she wasn't quite sure why.
It wasn't merely his physical appearance, though he did carry a young, sort of roguish attractiveness...it wasn't just the intercourse, though she'd admit he was quite the man in bed...
Perhaps it was his personality and demeanor; how he didn't let anything trivial really affect him...the confidence he showed in his instincts...how he'd easily knock a guy's lights out for looking at her funny...
...or maybe it was because he'd been the only one who sought to help her out of a situation she hadn't deserved to be put into.
Yes, she was sure his friends thought pretty well of her now, but at that time, they had never even seen her before. In fact, Zack had once told her that Ty was the only reason they'd come that day.
"I tell ya, it was weird when Ty suddenly called all of us to help break a chick none of us had even met out of a crazy home, but when he was talkin' to us face-to-face about the whole deal, we could tell...he was more serious about this than he'd been for nearly anything else in the time we've known him. He would've gone to help you out by himself if he had to."
It wasn't the fact that he and his friends had done it...given enough time, she'd easily have escaped on her own. But it was the fact that he cared enough to do it, even going as far as to convince his buddies to help as well. If the escape had failed, the four of them might've ended up locked right in there with her, or perhaps even killed right on the spot. He put himself and his life on the line for her, someone he'd never spoken to until after the deed was done.
The thought that someone actually cared enough for her to be willing to do such a thing...the feeling was so new to her, but it just felt great, almost euphoric. It made her feel higher than any amount of drug use or alcohol consumption could produce.
But her pleasant remembrance was decidedly cut off by a loud and insistent knocking at her trailer door. "Dayna, get out of there! You're in danger!" she heard an unfamiliar female voice say.
Groaning again and giving her trailer one last once over, she headed to the door, not even bothering to put on any clothes.
Opening the door, Dayna was immediately assaulted by the rays of the sun. Shielding her eyes, she looked down and saw a black-haired young woman. The unknown female was wearing a zipped-up brown jacket with a white shirt showing underneath along with blue shorts. A hood was above her head, but it showed that she sported short black hair. The mark of a Wiccan rested upon the forehead of her tanned skin. She seemed a bit nonplussed at the other's total lack of clothing, but was otherwise unaffected.
"Who are you? What do you want?" Dayna asked, her eyes starting to adjust to the light.
"You were careless and left a trail. Now he's onto you." she said, confusing Dayna.
"What're you talking about, who's onto me?" she asked, the woman looking around a bit before answering.
"A hunter demon." she said, just as a growl began to be heard. The woman whirled in apprehension. "He's here."
(play Hunter's theme from DmC)
Looking out at the ocean a ways away, Dayna noticed the sky and landscape gradually shift into a bloody red color as a giant monkey-looking...thing rose from out of the water.
"Daaaaaayyyynnnaaaa...!" it snarled, moving ever closer to land.
"He's dragging you into Limbo." the woman said.
"Demon scum." Dayna remarked, glaring at the monster.
"It's too late. You're gonna have to fight your way out." the woman said, her form turning a ghostly white and then disappearing.
Just afterwards, the landscape suddenly split apart, black pillars rising at various locations and shattering the roadways into large chunks. The skies and water completely turned red, leaving her with a hellish view of the 'new' park.
"Damn, back in Limbo." Dayna remarked with gritted teeth.
-{[with Ty; real world]}-
Just as he seemed to catch up to the mysterious individual, he had to brace himself as what seemed to be an earthquake started!
Looking around, he could see some of the cement split, bits of rubble appearing to defy gravity and rise from the ground. Even some of the rides at the park were coming apart at the seams, the metal bending and twisting in unnatural ways. But when he blinked, everything seemed to revert back to normal in a flash, the park looking no worse for wear. He noticed he was standing several feet from the woman who'd almost run him over before, and that Dayna's trailer was open but she didn't seem to be inside.
"What the hell's goin' on here...?! Where's Dayna?" he asked the woman, who was surprised at someone else searching for her.
"You...wouldn't believe me if I told you. Who are you, and how do you know Dayna?" the woman asked, sensing that the individual before her was completely human.
"I oughta be asking you that same question. What's happened to her?" Ty asked, looking around and seeing no signs of his friend. He thought he saw the ghostly outline of a figure right in front of her trailer other than the woman, but just like the park's 'renovations' it was gone in a blink.
"You...can't see her?" the woman asked tentatively, taking a second to notice that he seemed to be having a bit of trouble keeping his balance. 'If he can feel the phantom vibrations of what's going on in Limbo, then shouldn't he be able to see her, too?' she thought to herself, pondering the strange phenomenon.
"-y...'m ri-...-ere!" Ty thought he heard, but he shrugged it off. "What do you mean, can I see her? Of course I can't or I wouldn't ask, now where is she?!" he questioned the woman, who held up her hands in a placating gesture.
"Okay, okay, I'll tell you what's going on, but...get down!" the woman suddenly exclaimed, tackling Ty to the ground.
"Hey, what the hell's your...whoa!" he shouted, as Dayna's trailer appeared to get crushed inward by some invisible force and tossed away, crashing into one of the park rides!
"Holy shit..." Ty remarked, not quite believing what he'd just seen.
"I know it seems unreal, but you're gonna have to trust me. Follow me, and you'll find Dayna and get your questions answered." the woman said, getting back to her feet and helping Ty up.
He looked at her for a moment, then towards the now-destroyed trailer and back, taking in the sudden turn in which his day had gone. He didn't know this lady or what the flying fuck was happening here, but if she had some answers and knew where Dayna was, then he'd sure as hell find out.
"Alright, but you'd better tell me." Ty relented.
"I will. Come on!" she said, running off in a seemingly random direction.
Amidst the panicked screams of the other park visitors, Ty followed.
-{[meanwhile, in Limbo]}-
"Ty, I'm right here!" Dana said to him from within the other dimension, but the guy didn't seem to hear her. Or perhaps he did, as he confusedly looked around for a bit but apparently could not see her.
'It's probably good he can't see me right now, though...if he finds out all the demon 'nonsense' is true and that I'm right in the middle of it, then...' she inwardly thought, worried at how Ty might react. She sighed as she looked back towards the demon, who had hit land and was coming closer.
"What a hell of a day this ended up being." she idly remarked, just as the demon aimed some sort of metal prong at her and fired.
She dodged it, but the device latched on to her trailer, denting it inwards. "Get your filthy claw off my trailer!" she yelled at it.
Though it seemed to respond to her and pull the claw back, it unfortunately dragged the trailer along with it! Reacting quickly, Dayna jumped through the open door, dodging the various objects flying around her and grabbing what she needed.
She picked up dark-colored pants, fingerless gloves, black boots, and a gray tank top that was cut halfway down, crashing through the back window of her trailer unharmed and fully clothed, the ripped top showing off her toned abdomen. She watched her former home fly off into the distance and get smashed in half by the demon.
"Missed." she said with a smirk as the 'hunter' dove back into the water.
(end song)
Suddenly starting to hear a groaning noise around her, Dayna looked around and saw several, much smaller demons emerging from the ground.
The otherworldly beings were somewhat humanoid in appearance, but they looked as though the skin and muscles had been sheared off, leaving only the skeleton which was covered in a black, tar-like substance. Their weapons were fused to their arms...wooden bats of sorts with spikes protruding from them.
Common Enemy - Lesser Stygian
"Well, after that so-called 'hunter' demon, I'm disappointed that this is all the welcoming committee has to offer." Dayna said, smirking as she reached towards the sides of her waist...only to find nothing there.
"The hell...where are my guns? Matter of fact...where's my jacket? Don't remember seeing it in the trailer..." she thought idly to herself, broken from said thoughts by one of the demons suddenly lunging at her! She backflipped away from the slash, giving herself some breathing room.
"Oh, well. Time for some action." she said as a thin broadsword emerged upon her back in a flash of light, the woman quickly grasping its handle and brandishing it towards her demonic enemies.
Inherited Sword – Rebellion
"You wanna party? Well come on, let's dance." she said lastly as her enemies surged forth...
Notes
And there it is. R&R please, I'd love to hear your thoughts on this story. No flaming or trolling, though. Seriously. If you have any criticism, make it constructive.
To be honest, this is more of an idea than a full-blown story. But if enough people seem to like it, I'll keep going on it. No matter what, though, I'll type out at least one more chapter and finish off the first DmC mission and the Hunter boss battle.
This is VaLente Spada, signing off! See ya later!
