Prologue: Brothers Lost
POV: Dean Winchester
The girl in front of me nodded towards an abandoned shack. I was not concerned, she looked meager and pail. But I had a weapon on me nonetheless, precaution is key. The book she had handed me only had on page, and on that page was a text of power. Power that seemed to emanate from the single page. Something odd, but not demonic.
"Why am I here?" I asked. My curiosity was teeming and I wished to get this over with.
"Read the page." She said. He sat down on a dusty chair, and began to read.
"Two millenniums ago, there was a war. Between the human world and the other, the Underworld. But somebody from the Underworld woke up to justice, and stood up against this legion, alone. His name was Sparda. Later, he quietly reigned the human world, and continued to preserve harmony, until his death. He became a legend, The Legendary Dark Knight, Sparda."
My heart seemed to become faint. I had heard of the Legend of Sparda. But to this day it had only remained a mystery and myth. But if this was brought to my attention, there was a chance, albeit a small one, that the legend was true.
"You've heard of it, haven't you? The Legend of Sparda? When I was young, my father would tell me stories about it. Long ago, in ancient times, a demon rebelled against his own kind for the sake of the human race. With his sword, he shut the portal to the demonic realm, and sealed the evil entities off of our human world. But since he was a demon himself, his power was also trapped on the other side. I've never believed it. I always thought it was just a child's fairy tale. But I discovered that this so-called legend wasn't a myth at all. Sparda existed. How do I know? Well... I met the sons of Sparda... Both of them. Although the same blood of their father flowed through their veins, the two battled each other fiercely like arch-enemies. It seemed as if they derived some sort of twisted pleasure from this brotherly fighting..."
I nodded. I really hoped that was not the case, but of course. The world decides to give me bad news.
"...But in the end... only one survived. he saved my life on several occasions. But I never got the chance to thank him. I fear he is taking on a challenge too great. I contacted you because he will never admit he needs help. But he does. His name, is Dante. And chances are, if you follow the demon's he is hunting, he will reveal himself to you." She finished.
"I'll do it. I have nothing else to do... So I might as well help."
She looked at me thankfully, handed me money, and ran out of the shack. When I stepped out, only seconds after her, she had mysteriously disappeared.
And so it began.