Apocalypse Series – Season 1 – The Fortuna Devil Crisis

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Phase 0 – Return from Hell

20th December, 2010 AD, 12:45pm; North America: Abyss City, Residential Area: Devil May Cry Store, Main Room

Dante leaned back in his chair and groaned as he ran his hands through his hair, it had been a week since he had returned from Hell and all he had found once he came out of that Pit of Despair was nothing similar to prior going in there, the Demons around the World were becoming more…active as signs across the Earth began to mirror the preparations being done in Hell. Demons were escaping out of the Pit more and more often, each of the Demons rising out of the Pit were either in packs or single powerful Demons and the numbers or strength of the Demons increased as time went on, Lucia and Lady didn't believe him however he knew that a literal Devil would be rising soon and once it did then Hellions on Earth would rally around them.

"You're sure?" questioned Trish suddenly from where she was sitting back into the sofa with a frown on her face "an invasion?"

"I have spent an entire week, looking over my shoulder and working constantly without sleep, do you think I'm any less sure!" snarled Dante while running a hand through his hair.

"Get some sleep, I'll keep watch while you rest" announced Trish with a tone that she didn't want an argument, she didn't move until Dante had headed up stairs.

Quick as a whistle the Blond Haired Artificial Demon stood and crossed over to a table nearby where she had leaning against it a Golden Version of the 'Alistair' Sword Devil Arm called 'Adrian' and on top of the table were two handguns: 'Luce' and 'Ombra', stashing both of the guns on her cloths and putting the sword on a sheath on her back she crossed over towards the doorway muttering an incantation, as she stepped outside the door runes glowed across the building upon Anti-Demon energy imbedded in the walls activating. Outside there were a semicircle of people with glowing light purple eyes that Trish knew belonged to Demons and purple eyes signified high ranked Demons but not unique, independent demons like Dante would assume, the truly different Demons were those with white eyes which was the only thing those Demons had in common.

"Trish" commented a voice before a Dante-lookalike paced towards him from the middle of the semicircle and his frozen blue eyes were a contrast to Dante's electric blue ones "I am Virgil"

"Dante's brother" nodded Trish as she drew 'Ombra' and 'Luce' as she paced towards the centre of the semicircle therefore mirroring Virgil "I heard you died, as Nelo Angelo, or is Dante right and Mundus or his ilk are rising again?"

"Mundus is a kid compared to what we are preparing to rise" answered Vergil as he paced anticlockwise around the semicircle and Trish did similar "Mundus never taught you about the Hierarchy of Hell nor who commands it, though it isn't hard to guess based on human writings"

"What are you trying to rise?" questioned Trish cautiously as she looked as the Katana held in his grip and held back a whistle when she noticed the Demon Katana 'Zamato', a legendary black handled Katana that had three Longsword-type guards with skulls at the centre of those guards, it was clenched tightly in Vergil's left hand and Trish knew that it could easily be transformed into Nelo Angelo's Longsword with the right input of power.

"None of your business" answered Vergil and Trish rolled to the right as Vergil teleported a foot away from her and slashed out with 'Zamato'.

Trish went to draw 'Adrian' which was a Golden Sword crafted in Alistair's image for Trish's specific reason of transferring and containing as much of her Demonic Energy as possible for when she didn't need it in the outside world, the 'Adrian' was practically her Devil Arm and therefore it contained a fragment of her soul which Trish believed if she had a human or divine soul to be called a 'Soul Weapon', before Trish could use her personal sword however she could only stare up in fear as 'Zamato' descended towards her about to slice off her head at the neck…and then. There was another sword there and it was roughly 5'5 feet long, shaped like a holy cross and rippling scorching fire along its silver length but what was more surprising was that a kid was wielding it, a youth of fiery hair and blue-green eyes that under flames looked golden. The youth himself was about as tall as his sword and had a Blue Dragon tattoo curling up from his almost bare chest to almost the side of his nose, he wore heeled leather knee length boots with thigh length leather shorts and a net shirt which was probably the most fitting thing he had for battle, the youth didn't look like a devil at all with the only thing hinting otherwise was the bloodthirsty desire for combat and bloodshed glowing in the youth's eyes.

"Ya know that was mean, to hit a woman like that" commented the youth as he swung out with his sword causing Vergil to stumble back while the youth wore a scowl on his face "they are all useless wenches, if they can't fight then why are they on a battlefield, all a bunch of useless whores and wenches"

"You're so strong yet you are not tainted by Demonic energy, what are you?" snarled Vergil however the youth just shrugged, suddenly two massive white feathered wings burst from his back, a smirk on the youth's face.

"The name's Michael" dismissed the youth as Michael stepped back, pointed fangs showing from under slightly open lips.

"An Angel?" questioned Trish in a daze and Michael glared at her for a moment before looking back at Vergil.

"So, are ya going to fight or flee, your boys have already left" shrugged Michael as the Angel stabbed his Sword into the ground and leaned on it "orders from higher up, eh?"

"You're right, speaking of which I should also answer that call, excuse me" growled Vergil before disappearing into blue flames.

"Ugh, Assiah is so boring" complained Michael as he pulled out his sword and turned to walk away, by the time that Trish was on her feet the now retracted winged being of God had long since walked out of view.

3:00pm; North America: Abyss City, Forbidden Land: Temen-ni-gru, Peak

At the peak of the Devil Tower stood a man of six feet tall with a cold glare that made Vergil squirm, his long black hair trailed his robes and the staff he had was stabbed into the alcove beside him as he thought, a powerful negative aura rippled outwards from his body and Vergil knew that the man was more than a Devil: he was one of the original Devils. Three Black Angelic wings suddenly extended from his back as he turned to face the Vergil, the Devil winced as the cold glare held him and Vergil knew that one mistake by a lesser Demon would be its last, it was quite fortunate that a higher ranked original Devil had seen importance in Vergil – enough to kill Mundus and give the power of the 'Prince of Darkness' to the eldest son of Sparda.

"So…" started the Original Devil as he crossed his arms behind his back "Michael intervened"

"Yes, Lord Mysticus" kneeled Vergil and the black haired Fallen Angel frowned.

"Unexpected of that eccentric thrill seeker, regardless you're attack on Devil May Cry was to kill Dante or failing that to send a message however our primary victory has been noted, Lilith has begun the final preparations at Fortuna" announced Mysticus as he turned around "we will be heading there shortly, the Ritual must go ahead as soon as possible, before the Pride Demons in the area start sacrificing individuals to Leviathan"

"Understood, my Lord" announced Vergil and Mysticus frowned slightly as he looked back at the son of Sparda.

"I sense that you are troubled, feelings for you're family are filtering to the surface, never forget that you serve me" lectured Mysticus while stabbing his index finger towards Vergil's chest.

"Yes, my Lord" announced Vergil as he bowed his head lightly "I will do everything you wish"

21st December, 10:00am; North America: Abyss City, Residential Area: Devil May Cry Store, Main Room

"Morning wench" announced Michael and Trish's tired head shot up to see the Red Haired Angel sitting on the sofa.

Trish had to notice that the youth was wearing something different today or more accurately he was wearing a leather coat instead of a net shirt, he scowled at her and Trish decided that the seeming youth did not like women at all especially with the glare that Trish was getting from the Angel, obviously the Angel was waiting for Dante to get up and Trish knew that it wasn't a good idea to dissuade someone of such obvious power from waiting around. Dante had been asleep all night and Trish had been surprised after his recent paranoia that he could have slept for so long however Trish knew one problem to Dante's rest, soon work was about to come knocking on their door and Trish could only guess that it would come from the crimson haired Angel, speaking of the Devil literally as the Hunter was coming down the stairs and only paused to frown at the crimson haired youth prior to heading over to the desk to sit down.

"Fire Archangel Michael" groaned Dante as he face palmed "what do you want, I haven't done anything wrong recently, right?"

"You know him?" questioned Trish surprised while the red headed Angel grinned wolfishly.

"We've met before" answered Michael in a sing song voice.

"You tried to fucking kill me for calling him short, not that I am now, but you get the idea!" shouted Dante and Michael shrugged innocently "why are you here!"

"Not to kill ya…not this time" grinned Michael as the fire Angel stood "have ya heard from any of you're Demon Hunting buddies recently?"

"I've noticed that some have gone missing" announced Dante however before he could continue he was cut off by the Fire Angel.

"And did ya know that ya Fortuna friends have been napped and are to be used in the Winter Solstice Sacrifice in four days?" asked Michael as he crossed his arms across his chest "napped by Pride Demons, in fact"

"That isn't good, isn't the Winter Solstice when the Barriers between the Demon World and Human World are at their weakest, I heard a lot of nasty beasts and magic wake up on the Solstice" commented Trish and Dante nodded, remembering that piece of info.

"The Roman Winter Solstice is on the 25th of December" commented Michael and Dante bridged his fingers deep in thought "it's also when sacrifices are made by Demons to their Gods"

"The Demons have Gods?" questioned Trish and Michael nodded.

"There are Nine Major Gods of the Dark Empire and One Main God, the Nine Major Gods represent the Advisory Council in Hell and are split between the Cardinal Sins: Pride, Deprivation, Envy, Vainglory, Wrath, Lust, Avarice, Gluttony and Sloth" explained Michael seriously as he walked up to the desk and leaned on it "each of them are Fallen Angels which were given the Title of Satan or Devil and they are the strongest out of the Original Devils, they are the second individuals to hold the title and therefore second in power to only one, the only one above them is the Main God himself who is The Satan or The Devil and Rules the Dark Empire as its Emperor, my twin brother: Lucifer"

"So, is it one of these High Devils they are sacrificing to, the Satan of Pride?" asked Dante and Michael nodded again as his head fell to his chest, deep in thought about the type of High Devil they will be eventually fighting.

"The Demons call him Leviathan, a rumoured serpent of darkness and destruction but for the love of me I can't remember his Angelic name off the top of my head, as an angel he wouldn't be a serpent but I remember a being in Heaven with such an eroding energy but can't remember who" shrugged Michael as he stood straight "he is possibly the strongest or second strongest of the High Devils, maybe holding first place with Deprivation, Leviathan is Pride and Pride is the Seed of all Sins – the Father of all Sins and a being strengthened by them"

"So he's powerful?" questioned Dante and Michael shrugged.

"Strong enough for Sparda not to cross him and respect him, a High ranked Angel or Fallen Angel cannot truly 'die', with great difficulty they can be 'killed' however their bodies cannot be destroyed nor their souls – under the right conditions that person could be revived" answered Michael calmly "so even if Sparda could stick him with a sword, it would do very little good"

"Then we head to Fortuna" announced Trish causing both Michael and Dante to glance at her as she stepped forwards "we make sure that the High Devil doesn't rise nor that Nero and Kyrie get sacrificed to that Devil"

Meanwhile; Italy: Fortuna Island, Lamina Peak: Fortuna Castle, Dining Room

Nero groaned lightly as he lifted his head from the cold floor, in which he lay and immediately recognised the room as the formerly tabled dining room in Fortuna Castle, the Table and chairs were all against the walls where they didn't block major exits leaving the centre of the room. The floor around Nero was a circle with specific runes which when Nero touched his hand over the runes caused his hand to burn and he winced as he withdrew the sizzling Devil Bringer back into the circle, the language of the runes were outside of Nero's understanding however they looked familiar to him though he didn't know where from, when Nero looked up he saw a woman with blond hair and greyish-white eyes standing off to the side in a warrior maiden's armour grey armour.

"Good to see that you're finally awake" announced the Demonic Woman from where she moved to lean against the table "I'm Lilith"

"Lilith? As in the Bitching first Woman and Wife of Adam?" asked Nero as he cautiously got to his feet and glared at the woman.

"And the first Demon" answered Lilith with a coy smile "I'm sure you want to know why you're here"

"Sure I do" grunted Nero dismissively as she looked around the room while turning his body also, running a finger of a free hand along the area above the runes, looking for weaknesses on the invisible barrier.

"You escape, Kyrie dies, on a more informative note: you were captured by Pride Demons hoping to sacrifice you to Leviathan on the Roman Winter Solstice in four days" announced Lilith as she crossed a leg over the other when she was sitting on the table "but I know a loophole that I require your help with"

"Yeah? And what is that?" questioned Nero suspiciously causing Lilith to grin viciously.

"Make an agreement with me, you rise the Devil King from the Pit or the Demon World if you'd rather, he will grant us a boon for bringing him into the Human World and he's more than enough to deal with a few rogue Pride Demons to free you" announced Lilith as she uncrossed her leg and crossed her other leg over the prior one "escape and you both die, don't agree by the Solstice and you both also inevitably die, you are used to risking your life but are you willing to risk…Kyrie's life?"

"A lose-lose situation, huh?" asked Nero and Lilith shrugged.

"Consider what it means to survive boy, I will come back each day at midday expecting an answer, the last will be on the day of the Solstice, choose wisely" announced Lilith as she stood, moments later she calmly walked out of the room without a single glance back.

Author's Note – So, Nero and Kyrie have been caught by Pride Demons, in Demonic Hierarchy: there are Demons and then there are the Demon Clans, the Demon Clans are a race of the strongest Demons all looking similar, each referring to 8 Cardinal Sins and with Pride being the strongest – Sparda was a distant relative of a Pride Demon. If you want to find out what happens next, then review!