Disclaimer: Neither I, nor Blackmoon own Devil May Cry. It belongs to Capcom, for which we're eternally sorrowful.
A/N: Howdy folks! Tis I, Twilight Scribe. Now, before we get into this lovely DMC bloodbath I'd like to introduce the brains behind this fic. Aye, tis guest written by a dear friend of mine who doesn't have an account here and who goes by the name of Blackmoon. Now, on with the show. Enjoy.
Chapter 1: Antelogium
"He's right, you know. The worlds were once one, they should be joined again."
"They were separated for a reason."
"What? Are you afraid of a few simpering mortals? Some 'dark knight' you are."
Baphomet quickly stopped speaking when he found himself staring down a gun barrel. "That's NOT," stated Sparda tersely, "what I meant." The powerful demon sighed heavily, and pocketed his firearm. "Some pitiful upstart comes in and declares himself the Prince of the Demonic Realm? Cheh. I don't like it."
"Ha, look who thinks he's all high-and-mighty now!"
Sparda spun around and glared directly into Baphomet's eyes. The lesser devil quickly backed down. There are few laws in the Demon World, but one of the most prominent was that might controlled everything- and there were few that could stand up to Sparda in a fight. Content that he had shut his cohort up for the time being, Sparda relaxed and decided to lean against one of the stone structures in the ground. His heavy armor clattered as it came to rest against the hard stone. But nearly as soon as he had come to rest, the sea of blood about them seemed to come alive.
Baphomet reached for the dagger he kept in the sheath on his boot, but Sparda simply raised a hand to calm him. The bloody sea had begun to form into a rough shape, and congeal into a solid entity- an Abyss; a lesser demon, yes, but effective enough to keep others in line. Once it had fully formed, it kneeled before Sparda, and said in a rough, gravelly voice, "Sir Sparda, Lord Mundus has sent me as a messenger. He has stated that we are going to invade the human world soon, and that all demons from all reaches of the Netherworld are to be in attendance in his fortress."
"Ugh, that damned fool!" Sparda fumed, and shoved the Abyss out of the way as he stormed off. The Abyss scratched it's head in confusion with one blood-red hand, and Baphomet shrugged at him apologetically before running off after the Dark Knight.
The fallen angel Mundus gazed out over the ever-growing throng of demons and devils before him. He chuckled to himself as he reflected silently upon the sheer magnitude of what was about to happen- the Human and Demon Realms combined, and the darkness overthrowing the light. "Truly," he muttered, "it will be glorious." When a sufficient number of dark warriors and beasts had gathered, he spread his wings and threw his arms open.
"My brothers and sisters!" he called, his voice resonating over the masses. "Today, we embark upon something glorious. We will rise up, together, and FORCE our way into the realm of Light- those disgusting mortals have laid claim to it for far too long!" A cacophony of devilish cheers and hollers rose, a deafening display of what was to come. "Well, what say you? Shall we take it?" The cheers grew even more, and Mundus reveled in it, throwing back his head in unholy delight. He made a triumphant gesture toward the sky, and shouted out a barely-audible command- but the multitude understood the meaning nonetheless. Hundreds upon thousands of demons all opened up personal gateways to the world of men- some transporting themselves via sand or shadow, some choosing to travel through the aether, and some using the portals of other demons.
Sparda was running at full speed, his feet crashing loudly against the ground as he went; but, by the time he had gotten to the site of the gathering, he was too late. The last scores of demons were leaving, and only Mundus remained, glaring triumphantly over the massive courtyard. "MUNDUS!" shouted Sparda, drawing his sword and running even faster towards the so-called Prince of Darkness.
"Sparda! So glad you could make it! I was afraid you wouldn't be able to join the fun." Mundus crossed his arms and gave Sparda a cocky look. "Though, I suppose you won't be joining us. You've turned to the humans' side."
Sparda skidded to a halt at the base of the dais Mundus stood upon. The Dark Knight flexed his fists in rage, and shouted, "I don't care if you ARE the lord of the Demon World! I'm going to rip you limb from limb!"
Sparda raised his blade in preparation to fell his foe- and he would have, had Baphomet not come running and panting haphazardly into the courtyard. "Sparda! Wait!" The Dark Knight lowered his sword and stared angrily behind him at the source of the commotion. "Baphomet! Why are you trying to stop me?"
"Wait, hear me out on this one." As he approached the two powerful devils, he slowed his run and tried to catch his breath. Sparda stepped away from Mundus, but kept an eye on him warily. "Well?" he growled. "What is it?"
"Consider this… if you waste time on him, the demons will probably have already destroyed the humans, and this whole plan of yours will go to waste."
Sparda's gaze darted back and forth between Baphomet and Mundus, and after a while, he sighed in resignation. He put away his sword and pointed at the Dark Prince, saying, "Make no mistake, Mundus. I will return, and when I do, I will destroy you." With that, he stepped through a portal to the Human Realm.
After Sparda had left, Mundus smirked, and turned to Baphomet. "Admirable work, my servant. I'm sure I could have defeated a worthless traitor like him on my own, but now I have time to prepare for his return."
"No need, master Mundus. I shall see to it that he never comes back alive."
A/N: I've been sent 3 chapters so far and I have no idea when the rest are due, so don't get your hearts set on regular updates. However, know that I will pester Sir Blackmoon until he finishes the story. You will have your ending, so swears Twilight Scribe!