A/N: I was trying to come up with an idea for a Devil May Cry fanfiction, when, while watching Sword Art Online with a friend of mine, the idea for this struck me. A couple of things first, there are no SAO characters, just the game system and UI, and I want any and all feedback that I can get to see this story be the best that it can be. I don't know if there's anything else I can say, so, enjoy!

Macuilxochitl lounged against the back of the throne and yawned. He would act soon. All the details were put in place, and his grand dance of entertainment would soon begin. A wicked smile graced his divine features as he rose from his regal seating. This would be fun.

The sound of seagulls crying as they circled overhead pulled Sora from his into consciousness. Blinking the sleep from his eyes, the young hero sat up on the beach and yawned. What time is it? He thought, as he peered at the sun, trying to glean understanding from the celestial object. Sora's waking brain worked slowly to register the fact that the sun was slowly sinking past the horizon. He smiled lazily as he finally processed the fact that it was sunset. Supper would be soon, and Riku was cooking tonight. Which is funny, because Riku never cooks. Only on special occasions, like birthdays. Birthday…...birthday…..oh, no. His smile turned into a look of worry as he remembered that today was Kairi's birthday, and the party was starting soon. If he was late, Kairi was going to kill him. He started sprinting toward the treehouse that they were holding the party in, when his world shattered.

His vision went dark, his ears roared, he felt himself hit the sandy beach, every grain pressing against his body as if to assure him that he was still real, before the pain came. It was excruciating, mind-consuming, pain. A shrill voice broke through the storm in his ears, and it screamed one word over and over again. "SORA! SORA! SORAAA!" He answered it before his brain succumbed to the pain. "Kairi….."

He awoke to see…..nothing. There was nothing. Not even blackness. No, blackness would be attributing too much to this, this…..void. There was nothing to see, hear, smell, or touch, just him and his thoughts. What was this place? Was this the doing of the heartless? Were they the ones who did this to him? Drag him from his islands and bring him…..wherever this was? Wait, what about Kairi? And Riku? Donald, Goofy, King Mickey. Were they okay? Suddenly, Sora's thoughts were interrupted by a suffocating presence.

"No, small one, it is not your weak adversaries, the heartless as you call them, that have done this to you. It was me, your divine superior." A deep voice boomed in the void.

"As for your friends, they are in the same situation as you are. You're all safe right now, but I won't be able to make many promises for the future."

What did he mean the future? What was he going to do? Who was this person? What was going on? "Hahahaha, yes, little ant, your confusion amuses me. You will get the answers to some of your questions very soon, but the others, well, we'll see if you're worthy to know their answers."

"Now, I have others to attend to. Go, weak one, to the regal stage. Your god commands it." As the mysterious presence spoke these words, Sora felt a tugging on his entire being. Dragging him deeper and deeper into the void, until, suddenly, a bright light appeared in front of him, blinding and consuming him.

Arturia Pendragon sighed, looking at the sun setting over the distant hills. She felt naked, stripped of her battle armor and Excalibur. Left with only leather garments and a sword of poor quality fit for a lowly infantryman. Normally, her pride as the king of Britain would not let her stand for this, but she had no choice but to accept this sad fate for now. A smirk crossed her fair features. That doesn't mean she couldn't exact her revenge later, though. Setting off to look for her master, Saber clenched her fists in anticipation.

The woman formerly known as Claire Farron walked through the peaceful plains, idly stroking the rusty blade that had replaced her Flamberge. What was she going to do? The presence had hinted that Serah and Hope would be wherever "here" was, but she couldn't find them. She had been searching all day, and she couldn't find another living thing, much less those two. If any harm came to them, she would make whoever did this to them pay, divinity be damned.

Zack Fair laid down on a grassy plateau and stared at the starry sky. The day had passed by slowly. He hadn't been able to make any sense of his situation. The hilly terrain never seemed to end, and the weather had been perfect all day. He couldn't make sense of where he was, or what he was supposed to do. He had decided that the best course of action would be to go looking for Aerith, but that hadn't turned up any results. He hoped she was okay. If she got hurt, the person who put them here wouldn't be around to regret it for long.

Dante Sparda groaned as he woke up. Ugh, his head hurt. What had that weirdo been talking about? Something about a play? God? He didn't know. He just knew that if he ever found that guy, he'd kill him for taking Dante away from his pizza. Before he could do that, though, he had to figure out where he was. The sun was shining, birds were chirping, the grass on the hills was swaying in the light breeze. Huh, that's funny, he could actually feel the breeze on his arms. Normally, his coat would….."WHERE THE HELL IS MY COAT!" Oh, this asshole was SO dying now.

Macuilxochitl laughed as he surveyed his handiwork. Oh, this would be such a grand play…

A/N: So, there's the first chapter. If you don't know any of these characters, don't worry, they'll get elaborated upon next chapter, or you could just use the magic of the internet to look them up yourselves. Alright, review, critique, I need all of the feedback. See y'all next time!