Welcome to my DmC Fanfiction Series
As a warning to readers, unless you have played the games, this will be a spoiler in many ways.
This story takes place before the events of "The Chronicles of Vergil"
The Problem with Most Fanfictions Involving OC's
-I am told by many readers that they often find fanfictions with OC's to be dull and or that the OC completely overshadows the existing characters let alone having the existing original characters completely out of character. This can be very frustrating for readers to the point where they loose faith in stories with OCs and just outright boycott them. I on the other hand completely understand that and also agree that, even though it is fan-fiction, that doesn't mean the original characters should be taken out of character. It should be read like a true fan-fiction and not just some made up fantasy that isn't very well developed or carefully thought out.
So what I basically do is take my OCs and carefully weave them into the existing storyline without altering the major events too much and I try my best to keep the existing characters, in character as best as possible. I have gotten many compliments on my writing as well as legitimate critiques that help further improve my stories. So I stress again that please, do not loose faith in all fanfictions involving OCs. I know there is a lot of bad ones out there from what readers tell me, but that doesn't mean all of them are bad. However, I must stress a few things. Even though I leave most of the existing events alone, not all of them will go untouched since specific things I write are in regards to developing my OC.
So please try to keep in mind and understand that if I take a specific event and insert my OC in placement of an existing DmC character, there are very specific reasons I am doing so. So if you plan to truly get into my series, please respect what I write as such, but rest assured, I never write a character out of character just to fit a scene. I always do my best to keep the canon characters in character.
I'm a veteran fan of the original Devil May Cry series so I have heard a slew of opinions either in distain or in support of the new DmC or the old DMC. So refrain from using the comments section as your own personal debate forum about why you hate DmC. I hate it for my own reasons too, but there's a lot I like about it as well and its not something I care to discuss. Just simply enjoy the fiction for what it is. I also have a long going original DMC fanfiction series that is still going and will continue to be written for if you prefer to go read that instead.
Elemiah's profile and design, as well as my other artwork can be found on deviantart under the username dragonkeeper333. I use the same username for Tumblr.
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All In Good Faith
Lies
Everything in existence was a lie.
The false advertising…the deception…the media…the politics…even the soda were all a ploy to keep its victims under careful watch and docility.
It's all…a lie.
With Mundus in control, every race in existence is trapped under blind slavery.
However, despite these discrepancies, there are still those in existence who have found a way to tear away the veil of false salvation. Despite the horrors, there are those who are willing to stand up and fight.
The Order
A group of vigilantes for lack of better words that have come out of hiding with viral videos claiming to bring the demons down, that they have found a way to play the demons at their own game. These videos have all but one thing in common…
…a leader…a single person…a single man, if you could even call him that.
Everything about him? Unknown. He shows himself under the guise of a blue mask with jagged smiling teeth and blacked out eyes, blue gloves and a black coat. His voice was anything but clear, only distorted and unrecognizable, irony at its finest. The one sliver of salvation has masked itself just like the demons, but this is to be expected. Both sides have to play their cards just right so that neither can gain the upper hand over the other. However, when boiled down one has to choose a side eventually. This is the choice that Elemiah had to make. Considering both sides of the scale, The Order was the only weight that had the most value.
Searching for hours and hours on the internet to find information on The Order, Elemiah finally came to a source that showed promise. There was a chatroom hidden within an obscure backwater webpage that had members that occasional talked about The Order. Everyone that entered the chatroom was under the guise of anonymous usernames. One that stuck out in particular went under the name VerumOrdinem. Her angel chants were in Latin so naturally she was drawn to this username that was also in Latin. VerumOrdinem translates to true-order. Most of the time the chatroom spoke of The Order in theories and questions, but Verum always stood out and did their best to explain the intentions of The Order and how The Order has been making a difference. When Verum spoke out, they would get an equal amount of distain and mistrust as they would with curiosity and those seeking answers.
At first, for a while Elemiah would just observe and listen, keeping a document of everything Verum typed to keep herself constantly refreshed on Verum's wording; looking for any form of deception or false preaching, but never once she ever got the sense that this user was there to manipulate. They were simply there as a glowing beacon on a small little screen. After much consideration Elemiah finally decided to private message this user.
"Hello, TrueOrder."
"Good evening. I see you're familiar with Latin."
"I'm familiar with many things."
"I see."
"I have questions…many in fact."
"Well then…by all means, ask."
A minute paused before Elemiah replied back, "I guess the first and most obvious one is…who are you?"
A few seconds more passed before Verum responded, "All in due time."
"Not one for words?"
"Not if the words are detrimental to the cause."
"What cause?"
"Revolution."
A chill slithered its way up Elemiah's spine as she sat silently to herself within the public coffee shop that was rather crowded, but mostly quiet. Ironically enough, although the shop was mainly for coffee, most of its occupants were drinking Virility. Seeing the soda drink always brought on a sickening feeling inside, being a constant reminder of that night when Elemiah made the worst mistake of her life that led to her mother's ultimate demise. Trying not to let her thoughts wander, Elemiah brought her eyes back to her laptop screen as she continued to talk to Verum.
"Revolution…for what exactly?"
"I believe you already know the answer…otherwise…you wouldn't be talking to me directly, am I correct?"
Elemiah paused. This person was much more than they seemed, and quite perceptive even through text on a screen.
"You're right. I apologize. I will not waste your time further."
"No need to apologize. You are following your gut instincts. It's that instinct that will save you in the end. Don't. Ignore it."
"And what do your gut instincts tell you?"
"They tell me you're lost like I once was, searching through the ether of lies that have been carefully and insidiously laid out over the entirety of mankind. You're searching for answers that will lead you to freedom. It is these reasons you have sought me out, carefully watching and listening intently as the days go by while you guise yourself in a simple coffee shop."
Elemiah gasped, feeling like her heart nearly leaped out of her chest as she darted her head up and looked around at all the shop's occupants. It was obvious that for a while she has been watched just as much as much as she has been watching. No one else in the shop had a computer of any kind and neither did any of them seem out of the ordinary or suspicious. Her heart began to race as it felt like eyes were upon her even though no one was truly there to be watching. It was then she looked up at the corner of the store and noticed a security camera that seemed to be pointed straight at her. Her body trembled lightly with trepidation as she finally nerved up to look back at her screen.
"You're a hacker."
"You're perceptive, but yes…I'm a hacker and quite excellent at it."
"Then you work for The Order?"
"I am…The Order."
Fear gripped Elemiah as she quickly snap shut her laptop. She wasn't quite sure what compelled her to do so. Was it because she feared it was the enemy that was watching her? Or did she fear The Order itself even though it was the very thing she sought after? A million thoughts rushed through her head as she quickly got up and left the shop, now walking down the busy yet silent docile streets that were filled with Virility advertisements and graffiti. The sun shined brightly in the sky as she made her way through the crowds, debating on if she should open her laptop again. Was this VerumOrdinem truly the leader of The Order? Or was it someone posing as such in order to deceive, manipulate, capture and kill those who are in opposition to Mundus and his demons? She wanted to trust this user, but the fear of making the same mistake she made years ago gripped her harder.
Walking down the streets never was difficult before, but now that she knew someone or something was consistently watching her, she felt like she was being choked by all the monitors and street cameras. Every movement she made, it was being stalked like a predator carefully hunting its prey. It was maddening. Not being able to ignore her impulses any longer, Elemiah darted down an empty alley way that wasn't overshadowed by monitors as she sat down and reopened her laptop once more to find that Verum was still online, waiting for her. At first she hesitated, but then she began to type on the keyboard like hitting keys on a piano. The desire to know more flowed through her fingertips as she fervently wrote out her responses.
"I'm sorry. I…I'm not sure what to believe."
"It's fine. Quite understandable considering I've been in your shoes once."
"Are you…really the leader of The Order? The same masked man that shows up in the viral videos on TV?"
It was a stupid question to ask…but she had to ask it.
"Yes, but naturally you have doubts and rightfully so."
Another shiver gripped her, finding herself a bit lost in thought now. She wasn't expecting to be speaking with the man himself or whoever he was…if indeed it was him.
"How do I know you're not lieing? I have no reason to trust you."
"On the contrary. I've been watching you for quite some time. I know you've been searching endlessly to get a hold of The Order. The only reason you would pursue thusly is if you wanted things to change, if you wanted to set yourself free from the demons around you. Normally these demons would have hunted you down without hesitation, but they haven't. I have been given plenty of opportunities and evidence to prove you could easily be considered a collaborator with what the media calls us; terrorists. I could simply turn you in…but I haven't."
Elemiah understood what Verum was hinting at, but simultaneously it smelled of malicious intent.
"Why do I get the feeling that this is some form of black mail and not just a logical standpoint you're trying to make?"
"Because it is. As you said, we have no reason to trust each other. However, blackmail is a harsh way to put it. Instead…consider it…a test to prove yourself."
"Ridiculous. Why should I have to prove myself to you?"
"Because if you have any hopes of joining or even reaching The Order, this is your one and only chance to take that step, otherwise you can consider yourself out of the game. Every single individual within The Order has had thorough background checks, useful skills to contribute and have proven themselves a hundred times over that they can be trusted with the sensitive information and data that is held here. If you wish to gain access than you must prove yourself."
Elemiah let out a rather frustrated exhale as she considered Verum's words. What was she really to do at this point? It's the only lead she's managed to find without revealing herself to the demons all over again. It took years to hide herself away in solitude after her mother's death to give the illusion that she no longer existed and Mundus had no reason to go after her again. It's taken even longer to finally be witness to a group of people who have risen up from the ashes to take a stand. She wasn't much of a leader otherwise she would have created her own organization. Now was the time to act…now was the time to choose.
"What have you decided?"
"That entirely depends on what you need me to do."
Verum smiled from the other end, tilting his head in such a way that it cracked the joints lightly. He had been watching her for quite some time from the little he could see on the city's cameras and everything about her was pretty much unknown. He had to make sure she could be trusted.
"Are you familiar the Mason Movie Theater?"
"Yes. I've been there a few times. It's massive."
"Good. That will prove useful. The owner of the theater is Thomas McGuire. On the outside it may seem like a simple entertainment joint, but in reality the movies that are played there showcase subliminal messages."
"Wait…what? They used to do that as a simple concession gimmick back in the fifties."
"Correct, however these aren't ordinary subliminal messages. They're coded in demonic language and chants, something you specialize in."
Elemiah's eyebrows furrowed at the unveiling of things about her she had never told the man.
"You must have been watching me a lot longer than you said if you know that about me."
"Keeping watch, yes, but I won't lie, the information on you is practically nonexistent. I tried doing a background check, but nothing came up. No home address, no criminal history or even your name. It's like you're a living ghost, which means you must have been living outside the city out of reach of monitors or cameras for quite some time. It was only within the last month you started coming to the city and accessing local networks and servers, digging around in places most don't search in. What caught my final attention is when you started researching on Italian websites about incantations, chants, and spells…specifically angelic spells. Humans are incapable of casting the spells you were researching, which gave a strong indicator that you yourself are not human."
Elemiah tensed, unsure of if this was okay or not, but as Verum stated before…he had every opportunity to attack or point her out to the authorities, but he never did. Still, it was unnerving that someone could figure this out so quickly about her with having practically zero information on her.
"So what do you believe me to be then?"
"Only time will tell. The bottom line to this is that you understand chants, which makes you a prime candidate to take out the movie theater and its owner."
"And if I take out this theater?"
"Then you'll earn a meeting with yours truly."
"I'm going to take a wild guess and say this is a lot harder than it sounds?"
"Correct. The chants that are being displayed through these motion pictures give off a heavy hypnotic that is just as equally crippling as the Virility soda."
"You mean a lobotomy in a can?"
"Precisely. Although a vast majority of humans drink the soda, it's not possible to make sure every single human out there is drinking it. So Mundus has come up with varying tactics to control everyone through countermeasures to ensure everyone is controlled. The main danger in destroying the theater is that the sources of the chants can only be taken out through Limbo. Are you familiar with Limbo?"
"Yes…unfortunately."
"Good, less that needs to be explained the better, but you should know, the second biggest danger is that, depending on who or what you are, you could be just as susceptible to the influences of the chants."
"If this is so dangerous than why are you sending me alone? The task seems a bit out of my league."
"Well that is for you to wager. You are presented with one of many doorways to freedom. I am simply providing you a key to one of those doorways. It is up to you to decide if you want to use the key or not, but…I never said you were going alone."
The Triad paused. She was more than willing to go on the mission whether she was alone or not, but she felt a bit more comforted by the fact that she wouldn't be alone in this.
"Who's going with me?"
"It depends on how you do."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Interpret my words however you wish."
"Fine, forget I asked."
"One step at a time. Now, first things first; I need you to go to 5th and Main within one hour. There will be a package taped underneath the blue mailbox on the corner. Do not come a second sooner or later. Further instructions will be inside the package. Bring only what you need. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Good. Your trust thus far will not go unrewarded."
…VerumOrdinem has left the chatroom.
