Alright, here is the reposting of the story. I wanna say I apologize Rex for what I did. I only wanted to take some inspiration from your story, and it seems I lost track with how much I was taking and that is not alright. However, unlike Avengers: Prime, I fully intend to take this story in a different direction. I'm only making minor changes to the opening in order to get things under way.
Also, as this is the first chapter, I will leave the original text that was supposed to be here at the end of the chapter to act as a reminder on the small changes in the story and to Nero's character.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Capcom owns Devil May Cry and its characters, and Marvel owns its characters and content.
Avengers May Cry
Chapter 1: Avengers May Cry: The Devil Cometh
Devil May Cry, Main Branch
When a person becomes a Demon Hunter, they really shouldn't expect it to be calm or really peaceful. Instead, they should expect the following things: danger, adventure, excitement, and loss. Some might find it to intoxicating, others enjoy, but for twenty-year-old, Nero Sparda, he wasn't experiencing any of that. In fact, the last time he had a good fight was about four months ago when a bunch of rogue Assaults went on a rampage in Orlando Florida. As of right now, the most dangerous thing to him was the strawberry sundae his Uncle, Dante Sparda got him hooked on, that would give him a headache known commonly as a brain freeze.
Current events in his new home state were going by relatively well and pretty much across the entire planet, save for Fortuna which still had some issues but had quiet down in the last few months. His uncle, Dante was currently doing a job in California, with the use of several Devil Arms, physical manifestations of Demon souls the veteran Demon Hunter had defeated. Those along with his sword, Rebellion, that he had been gifted by his father, Sparda, Dante was nearly unstoppable.
Powerful weapons, the skill to match, and the fact that he was half demon and the son of the greatest swordsman to ever emerge from the Demon World allowed Dante to handle threats that would require multiple human Demon hunters and sometimes his partner Trish and off time friend Lady. Speaking of the two women, Trish was just finishing up her own job in Ottawa Canada, something about some Frosts attacking Parliament Hill officials. As for Lady, neither Trish, Dante, or Nero have heard much from her since the Fortuna incident.
At first, Nero wasn't exactly enjoying the huge dry spell of jobs, Dante and Trish taking the jobs since he was otherwise engaged with his own affairs. But the grandson of Sparda was mature enough and smart enough to know this was going to change sooner or later, but that didn't mean the peace wasn't appreciated. However, the young demon hunter just really wished for something to do, anything, the fights he got with demons were something he actually enjoyed. While he loved a good fight, he took up his sword, Red Queen for a reason, to protect what is most important and to protect humanity from fates that could be worse than death.
After the Fortuna battle, the Order of the Sword being disbanded, Sanctus, Credo, the Hell Gates, and the Savior, Dante had given his brother's sword, Yamato to Nero as a gift, seeing that the kid had earned it when he tried to return it to him. The powerful sword was the very same blade that Sparda had used to seal away the Demon World from the Human World. It was a beautiful steel masterpiece, the handle had white fabric wrap, a gold guard with engravings of a dragon etched into it. Despite the power the sword possessed, Nero, preferred to use his own sword, the Red Queen. It was an ornate weapon, taking inspiration from the German Großes Messer (which translates to "Big Knife"). It had a larger handle, a motorcycle like a handguard that actually had a throttle to allow Nero to use the Exceed System made into the sword.
The Exceed system was a come practice within the Order of the Sword, most Holy Knights having a small engine made into the blade of the sword, using a flammable liquid to fuel it and allow the user to swing harder and actually cause more damage. But if there was one thing that distinguished Nero from the other Holy Knights, when he was still part of the Order, was his trusty custom revolver, a heavily modified Smith and Wesson Model 500 double-action revolver. It had a six-shot cylinder, with a long dual-barrel that allowed two shots to be fired at the same time, with porting on each barrel to reduce the recoil and muzzle flip, as well as targeting sights. There was an ornate wooden handle, as well as a blue rose design engraved on the right side, with a thorn design embedded as well. Due to using his left hand over his right, the Revolver's breach opened up to the right rather than the left. But it wasn't just the weapons that made this demon hunter unique.
In the year that followed Fortuna, Nero had gained a lot more power when he used Devil Bringer. Nero was one-quarter demon and three-quarters human, and that demonic heritage manifested itself into his right arm. In the place of a regular human arm was, instead, an arm that was entirely disfigured, and was demonic to the point of being nearly draconic. His claws, palm, and forehand had glowing blue skin, with a large blue crack in the middle of his forearm. The rest of his arm was covered in red organic flesh, with a spike protruding from his elbow. Blue strap-like flesh covered the top part of his arm. The Devil Bringer had the unique ability to draw portions of a demons power into itself, giving Nero more power, however, this caused it to glow brighter with each essence the arm took. Due to this, whenever Nero went out, he wore a medical cast to avoid drawing attention.
At the moment, the young adult was lounging in the Devil May Cry office, just waiting for something, anything to happen. His feet were kicked up onto Dante's desk as he ate his strawberry sundae. Nero was in many ways like his uncle, the platinum hair being the most prominent similarity. However, the main difference between them was the way Nero dressed, compared to Dante, he wore a long blue coat, with red insignias of the Order of The Sword sewn on both shoulders, buttons with rose emblems on them, as well as on the clasp over his chest. Under his coat was a red, sleeveless, sewn-together zip-up hoodie which hid a navy muscle shirt, blue pants, and brown boots. His left arm held a black band over his wrist, and a silver ring with another rose design on its face on his ring finger. His right, Devil Bringer.
"Guess sooner or later, the demons would wise up and leave the human world alone," muttered Nero to himself as he poked the ice cream dessert, "but come on... I would seriously take a Dagon right about now. Or a Scarecrow."
Setting his snack down, he switched on the tv, flicking through news channels for anything demon related. After going through the channels twice, he found that nothing was happening in the world, well, nothing that interested him as the only thing happening was a corrupt president getting impeached in some random country for corruption and obstructing justice.
"Just my luck, nothing but some corrupt politicians," drawled Nero as he switched off the tv, "but from what I've heard, the guy might be a demon in disguise."
"But knowing my luck, and the luck of any poor bastard that has come into contact with Dante, that'll all change," mused the silver-haired young adult cynically as he finished off his sundae. He would never admit it, but he actually liked the frozen dessert.
However, as soon as Nero placed the dish down on the desk, the phone began ringing. Looking over at the offending source of the noise, the quarter demon kicked his boot down on the furniture, causing the phone to fly off its holder and sail through the air. Stretch out his left hand, he caught the phone before bringing it to his ear.
"Devil May Cry," Greeted Nero professionally, expecting the person on the other end to be a client.
"Kid, it's Morrison," responded the voice. Nero narrowed his eyes in annoyance. He really didn't appreciate being called a child, but Morrison was an old friend of Dante. Usually coming to the Demon Hunter with job offers. With the potential offer for something to do, the young hunter let it slide.
"This ain't a social call is it?" Asked Nero, getting right down to business.
"You'd be right," snorted Morrison in wry amusement, however, his tone went back to seriousness, "is Dante around? I've got a job."
"The old man's still on one in Cali'," answered the youngest Sparda, "Trish is still busy and I don't have a clue about Lady. I'm not doing anything important right now."
"You sure you're up to it?" Asked the man, his tone had the tiniest bits of concern.
"Been bored out of my mind, figured you had something for me; something ugly that needs to get put down," Replied Nero coolly as he adjusted his position in the office chair.
"Right," conceded Morrison's as he gave in, "I got a lead about an old Order warehouse, one that the Order's former mad scientist, Agnus, used to House old demon artifacts and some Angelo armor. Demons have been flocking around the area and my sources say that it won't be long before one of them ends up drawing blood."
"Guess a stuttering, mad scientist's work is never completely gone, huh?" Joked Nero, knowing that Agnus was a stuttering wreck but a stuttering wreck who was also a genius Alchemist who creates the Ascendant Ceremony, and several artificial demons like the Angelos, Cutlasses, Basilisks, and Gladii. It was also this alchemist that helped create the Savior, and most of the swords Holy Knights used, including Nero's own sword.
"Quite right, kid," agreed Morrison.
"What kind of demons have been skulking around and where do I put them down?" Asked Nero briskly, getting a little more annoyed about the whole 'Kid' thing.
"Some Scarecrows at best, a Mega Scarecrow at worst, possibly some Assaults," he answered, "The warehouse is in Jersey, about half an hour from where the shop is. I'll pay you there when the job's done."
"And how much will I get?" cut in the young adult, "You know the bossman doesn't do everything out of the kindness of his heart?"
What Nero was referring to was the custom coin Dante kept with him. It was a trick coin where both sides were heads. Whenever he took a job, and the person who came to him was truly desperate, who had little to nothing, and practically begged him for help, Dante would flip the coin. If it landed on tails, he wouldn't take the job. If it landed on heads, he'd help.
"If you get the job done without breaking anything in the warehouse, you'll get about five grand, an extra grand if you get it done before midnight," challenged the businessman, knowing full well that Nero could get pretty competitive.
"Right," said the demon hunter, "make sure to give Trish and the old man a holler that I'm going on a job."
"Good luck, kid," concluded Morrison.
"And stop calling me-" snapped Nero, however, was cut off when the man on the other end of the call suddenly hung up.
Glaring at the phone for a moment, he hung it up before standing up from the chair. Guess he finally had something to do. Heading towards one of the walls of Devil May Cry, Red Queen was mounted on the wall for quick use. Nero always carried Blue Rose with him, hidden inside his jacket pocket.
Taking the nearly four-foot sword, he sheathed it across his back. He was about to exit the shop but stopped and quickly went back to the desk and searched a few draws. After looking two, Nero opened a third and found what he was looking for: a medical cast, glove, and a roll of medical tape. Having your demonic heritage manifest in you right arm makes it hard going out. Dipping his hand back into the draw, he took out a set of car keys and dumped them into his pocket.
Once he was all set, the Devil Hunter put on his glove, covering Devil Bringer before wrapping the medical tape around it. Once it was fully covered, Nero strapped the sling across his left shoulder and put the final touches to make his arm look like it was in a cast.
With all said and done, Nero made his way, but stopped short and glanced back at a picture that had been placed on the desk. Looking at it for a moment, he sighed before pushing the main doors open and exited Devil May Cry.
In the frame was a photo, taken about two years ago. It was a photograph of the entire group in front of Devil May Cry. Dante, with his hands in his pockets with a calm smile on his face, was in the middle, with Trish on his left, and Lady on his right; both of them were smiling. Next to Lady was Patty Lowell, a young girl about 10 to 13 years old. She had blue eyes and long, wavy, blonde hair that reaches to about the midsection of her back, she was wearing a small dress, colored pink. Patty was a friend of Dante's whom he protected for while, being the daughter of a powerful sorcerer and Alchemist. A bright smile on her face, next to her was her mother, Nina Lowell, she looked to be an older, more mature version of Patty, with emerald eyes rather than blue. Morrison was to their right, his eyes closed and a small smile on his old features. The man wore a white dress shirt underneath a purple vest and black slacks. His hair was light brown and combed backward, with his sideburns beginning to gray. A light brown mustache was right above his lips.
On Trish's left was Nero, with his right arm in a cast and sling. His eyes had an expression of indifference, with a small frown added to it. On his left, however, was a young woman with long orange hair, fair skin, and bronze irises. She wore a white dress, with beige accented wrist cuffs, and gold accents sown around her sleeves, and the edges of her dress. Around the gold accents on the sleeves are the symbols same symbols that are on Nero's shoulder, only in gold. Around her neck was a necklace, depicting four angel wings, with two surrounding a red crystal.
Her hands grasped Nero's left hand, while her head leaned on his shoulder; she was smiling.
Jersey City, New Jersey
Most New Yorkers have a very strong dislike of New Jersey, viewing as more of a suburb than an actual state as most of its accomplishments are a result of events that normally happen in New York. So not being from New York originally, Nero was exempt from that stereotype. But he would admit, he preferred the city that never sleeps over Jersey City. However, the demon hunter wasn't there to compare the two cities, he had a job to do.
Heading towards the historic Warehouse District of lower Jersey City, Nero was driving a classic American Car. While Dante may have a 1952 Austin Healey with a Crimson paint job, the younger hunter's car was something that most car owners, depending on their preference, would give to have. A 1971 Plymouth Roadrunner GTX, but came with a few modifications that are not limited to a 7.2-liter supercharged V8 engine, 6-speed Transmission, Rear-Wheel Drive. Basically, a monster on wheels. It also sported a dark metallic blue paint job with two silver fender strips.
In all honesty, Nero was personally surprised he even got this vehicle. During a job, he found the car, or at least an abandoned one in a garage when he, Dante, and Trish went to San Diego for a job. Seeing the car, Nero decided to take it back and fix it up. When he used to work independently, he did run a legitimate service shop and put the old car back together. And he wasn't disappointed with the results either.
For a while, Nero created a branch of Devil May Cry in Fortuna but decided to join Dante and Trish at the main office in New York. He also had a van, but it was currently undergoing maintenance so this was the only vehicle he could use at the moment.
The trip up to Jersey City was uneventful, a little traffic but wasn't exactly a hindrance to the young man as he made it to the old district a little before eleven at night. However, every once and a while, Nero felt Devil Bringer pulse ever so slightly, almost warning him that demons are close by. Guess Morisson wasn't kidding when he said that demons had begun to flock here.
However, it wouldn't really matter too soon as his destination came right up in front of him.
"Guess this is the place," commented the silver-haired hunter as he stopped the car just in front of an old warehouse.
The Warehouse was built in the same fashion as many others in the old district of Jersey City. All of them were once used at some point, especially during Progressive Era when the railroad distribution center once dominated the city's Hudson River Shoreline. However, that was many years ago an now, most warehouses were left alone to act as a historic sight. Keyword, 'most'.
Opening the door, the hunter stepped out of the vehicle and made his way to the trunk where Red Queen was stored. Opening the lid, he took the large sword out and slung it across his back into a special harness just for the blade. Blue Rose was holstered by his left side, however, he kept his guard up. Demons were close by as he felt Devil Bringer pulse, a faint glow piercing through the bindings of the medical cast, glove, and his sling.
"Better get started and get that bonus," snorted Nero as he headed right towards the warehouse.
That was when the all too familiar of demonic cackling filled his ears, not just six feet behind him.
Acting on instinct, Nero lept forward, narrowly dodging a giant blade that was swung at him. Thanks to his trajectory, Nero smashed through the window into the Warehouse. Shards of glass were of little issue to the demon hunter.
Rolling to his feet, Nero was back up in time to see a Scarecrow squeezing its way through the window in pursuit of him. Scarecrows were basically burlap sacks filled with Trypoxylus, unintelligent beetles that originates from the Demon World. Working together, they can animate the scarecrow-like form they use.
The burlap sack formed a Scarecrow's body, which was haphazardly stitched together with multiple other rags. It stood on two wooden pikes, similar to a pirate's peg leg. One arm was made of wood while the other was a massive executioner's blade. Its face had two hollow eyes and a mouth that was stitched shut.
"Was wondering when one of you dirtbags would show up," mocked Nero as he knew that he was more than likely overqualified to handle a single Scarecrow.
The demon said nothing as it made its way towards him, wobbling with each step, dragging the massive sword with it.
"Gotta admit though," continued Nero as he reached up with his left hand to take the handle of Red Queen, "You surprised me; you guys are never this quiet."
The Scarecrow lunged at Nero, but the hunter saw it coming a mile away. In a flash, Red Queen was out, the blade sliced right down into the chest of the demon, but the punishment had just begun. Raising his sword up, Nero brought it back down in a left diagonal slash then swung horizontally at the Scarecrow's neck then brought it down vertically, ripping the chest completely open.
The demon's body began to swell like air was being pumped into it. It continued to swell, blackish liquid sprayed out through the seams before the demon's body burst like a balloon. A spray of crimson turned into crystals the second it came into contact with the air.
One down, many more to go.
"That's kinda a letdown," scoffed Nero as he sheathed Red Queen back on his back. Turning into the warehouse, he went further in, the darkness surrounding him, but it didn't really bother him as he had much better vision than humans.
The further he went in, the more Devil Bringer pulsed. He was getting closer to more demons. After about a minute of walking, Nero came to a larger area. Looking around, he spotted a light switched situated on the wall. Stepping towards it, he flipped the switch.
Nothing happened in the first few seconds, then, like an old generator that hadn't been started in years rumbled to life. Overhead lights flickered for a second before snapping on, illuminating the room. Blinking his eyes, Nero allowed them to adjust as he scanned the room.
It was the main storage area. Numerous crates were stacked upon each other, as well as some barrels. A smell of dust and mold filled Nero's nose as he scoffed, Agnus had way too much time on his hands. Though, it went without saying that he didn't have anything to do anymore.
His moment of levity was cut off when he heard the demonic cackling again and what sounds like animal roars. His head snapped up to see a few Scarecrows jumping down from the rafters, some were slightly different as in they had doctor's mask sewn to its face, and the blade that was normally a part of their arm was now replacing its right leg.
As for the roars, pale green blurs leaped up from behind some crates and containers. Nero tensed as he saw the blurs come to rest on top of the boxes. The demons had large, lizard-like creatures with oversized claws on their left hands. They wear a round shield on their right forearm, coated with demonic power to deflect most attacks, and armor on their heads to protect them from firearms. These demons were known as Assaults, similar to their distant cousin, Blades.
It wasn't uncommon for some demons to work alongside others, especially among lesser demons as greater numbers mean greater chances of survival. Also, Demons are social creatures by nature, which explains why some Devils have so many servants and take it as a huge offense when one of their own is killed. Demons care for one another, but laugh at the concept of love.
"Well, well," drawled Nero as he shifted his stance, "You guys aren't playing around, huh?"
The Scarecrows let out some chitters while the Assaults snarled and leaped between crates to better surround the demon hunter as they closed in.
"If you're trying to impress me, you're failing," taunted Nero as a smile crept across his face, "Besides, you buddy outside learned the hard way, I'm not messing around."
The Scarecrows inched forward, practically surrounding him while the Assaults snarled and gnashed their fangs. The smile never left his face as he looked at every demon surrounding him.
"Okay then; who wants to start us off?"
A powerful roar echoed above him, forcing Nero to look right up to see an Assault heading towards him. Having leaped down from a support beam to get the drop on him. Too bad he already figured out where it was.
"Guess I'll start us off," the young devil hunter said before taking a deep breath as he crouched low before leaping into the air.
Spinning around in the air, Nero performed a bicycle kick and sent the Assault flying into a few Scarecrows when his boot slammed into the jaw of the demon. The demon collided with the Scarecrows, knocking down about six.
This action sent the demons into a frenzy. The Assaults screeched before they leaped at him. The hunter smirked as one leaped at him; quickly reacting, he spun around in the air and slammed his boot in the side of the head of the demon and used it as a foothold so he could launch himself back to the ground. Rolling across the floor, across his shoulder, the platinum blond flipped around and landed on his feet while the demon collided with a wall and fell down.
The young hunter spun around, his coat flapping dramatically as he drew Blue Rose and fired at one Assault tried to pick up where its comrade fell short. The two Thorns struck the demon right between the eyes, the shot tore right through its head and the demon's head burst while it let out an agonized screech as it dissolved into muck. The hunter ducked under another Assault and fired into its cheek.
Leaping into the air, he fired two more shots, nailing one in the hip and another in the neck. The Assaults roared in pain as the hunter landed back down on the ground.
"You guys are putting me to sleep," taunted Nero as he holstered Blue Rose and turned to face the Scarecrows, that was recovering from the impact with the Assault. A Leg Scarecrow spun towards the devil hunter with its leg outstretched, but Nero ducked under it and tripped its leg from underneath. He then did a spinning kick that sent it flying into another crowd of demons. A few crashed into the wooden crates, but the material held thankfully. He could really use that bonus.
An Arm Scarecrow lunged for him, but he quickly backed away from the demon. It lunged for him again, but this time he caught the blunt side of the blade with his hand. Using the momentum of the downward swing, Nero lifted the demon into the air and slammed it onto the ground. Before it could react, he planted his foot onto the Scarecrow's head, instantly killing it, and yanked the blade out.
Looking at the curved blade, he lunged his arm backward, before throwing the guillotine at the crowd. The blade spun around the demons, instantly slicing them. Due to the blade's curve, however, the weapon flew around Nero like a boomerang. Scarecrows screeched in pain as the guillotine tore through the burlap sacks, which caused red ooze to shoot out.
The blade then flew back to Nero, who ducked, and looked over his shoulder to see the blade impale itself into a Leg Scarecrow.
Standing up from his crouch, Nero noticed that there were now fewer Scarecrows than when he started. He figured that it was time to use his blade to cut them down to size.
He reached over his left shoulder, and grabbed the handle of Red Queen and brought its tip down to the concrete. With the blade held down, he twisted the handle of his blade, which activated the Exceed System in the sword that shot out flammable propellant from the exhaust.
"Well?" demanded Nero as he narrowed his eyes, "Your move."
Three Scarecrows quickly lunged towards him. The former knight then ran forward, while holding his burning sword with his left hand over his right shoulder.
Before any of the demons could strike him, he swiftly cut through them as he charged past. The force of his slash caused him to continue spinning, which allowed him to cut more demons in half. The propellant of his sword covered the blade in flames, which allowed it to cut through the Scarecrows in an arc of searing flames. The demons' remains fell to the ground, scorched by the might of his strike.
Nero spun around in the air to avoid the surprise attack from an Assault. He spun around so that he landed on the back of the Assault and impaled Red Queen through its back.
"Let's go!" he quipped while revving the Exceed, flames erupted out of the exhaust as he cranked it all the way. The power of the system was enough to allow the hunter to barrel right into three Scarecrows and two Assaults, colliding with them and sent the reptilian demons and stitched sacks tumbling away. Spinning around, Red Queen still lodged in the Assault, Nero threw the demon into a wall where it exploded into gunk.
"That it?" he snorted as he sheathed the mighty blade across his back, "Guys are a letdown."
But the hunter froze as he felt Devil Bringer pulse frantically. Footsteps began to echo through the warehouse and were growing louder as whatever it was, drew closer. The footsteps weren't heavy, but short and light, similar to a human's stride, but something felt off.
A shadow stretched across the floor before stopping just in front of Nero. He looked down to see the shadow before turning to his left. Standing in the doorway to the area was a figure, wearing a cloak. From what he could tell, the figure was about six feet four inches. The cloak whoever it was, appeared to be somewhat Victorian.
"You, uh," began Nero cautiously as his left hand drifted to Blue Rose, "You need something?"
The figure didn't answer as it stepped through the doorway into the warehouse.
"You see something you like?" continued the hunter as he shifted where he stood.
The figure stopped in his or her tracks glanced down, his/her head looking down slightly was any hint. Nero followed the stranger's to see what was the source of attention. Sure enough, whoever it was, was focusing on Devil Bringer.
As if on que, Devil Bringer pulsed strongly as Nero returned his attention to the stranger.
"You're a demon," he stated, his eyes narrowing into deadly slits.
Nero tried drawing Blue Rose, but the stranger suddenly appeared right in front of him. Whoever it was, grabbed the hunter's right arm, despite it still being in a sling. The blonde let out a surprised shout as he was yanked right off his feet and slung around like a ragdoll. The next thing he knew, was the sensation of being smashed through a wall before tumbling across the road.
Nero let out a groan as he rolled onto his back, he should've seen this coming. Before he could sit up, he felt a boot slam down onto his right arm. Snapping his head up, the stranger stood over him, his left shoe pinned on top of Devil Bringer.
"You are powerful, young one," said the stranger finally, revealing whoever it was to be male. The way he spoke was similar to a regal Victorian man.
"Yeah," growled the teen as he tried channeling energy into Devil Bringer, but as soon as he tried, pain like white-hot hot fire shot through it.
Nero seethed in pain as his arm started glowing gold and energy began to flow up. The gold flow soon began to take form, one that caused his eyes to widen. Emerging from his arm was Yamato; sword and sheath, floating up into the stranger's left hand. The teen winced in pain as the sword was now completely in the stranger's position.
"You wield Yamato without precision, but it does not matter," said the man unsheathing the sword and stepped back from Nero, the Hunter immediately getting to his feet, ready to draw Red Queen, but whoever it was, wasn't finished, "You're fate does not lie here."
With that, the stranger gripped the katana and entered a refined and nearly perfect stance, he twirled the sword around before swinging it at Nero. The Teen crossed his arms, expecting to be attacked, but he felt nothing. Lowering his arms carefully, he looked at the man who was slowly sheathing Yamato but snapping it shut. A loud roar erupted behind him, Nero looking back to see a blue portal opening, pulling him in. The wind picked up as the portal grew stronger as the blue light from the portal started getting even brighter.
Nero turned back to the stranger as he tried steadying himself, trying to avoid being pulled in while the Stranger's cloak flapped in the howling wind.
"This world is protected by the blood of Sparda," stated the stranger, his words echoing through the wind, "Now another needs that same protection."
Reaching into his cloak, he withdrew a book and tossed that and the sword at Nero. The hunter's eyes widened as he couldn't avoid either without being pulled in. As a result, both objects collided with him and knocked him back just enough to lose his footing and be pulled into the portal. His car, had already been pulled in and once he and Yamato were through, the portal snapped shut and everything grew silent.
Unknown
Nero groaned as he felt pain lacing across his entire body. His eyebrow's furrowing as he felt the hard ground on his back. Slowly, but surely, the hunter's eyes opened, mentally cursing the pain in his ass. He just had to tempt fate with a wish.
"Damn it...," seethed Nero as he sat up, his left hand going to his head, "Should've figured that a Demon would be close by."
Rubbing his eyes, Nero's eyes finally unblurred, letting him see his surroundings. Upon seeing them, the hunter nearly did a doubletake about where he was. Where he should've been was the street of New Jersey, instead, he was in an alleyway. It looked to be midday, but that didn't matter to him.
"What...the...hell...?"
Nero looked around, trying to make out what happened. Or better yet, where he was.
"Where the hell am I?" growled Nero, his short temper getting close to snapping.
Standing up, using his right hand to support himself as he stood, the demon hunter dusted his coat off, checked to see if Blue Rose had fallen out, which it hadn't, and reassessed his situation. For all the good it did him, he was still as dumbfounded as earlier. Granted he had seen some things as a demon hunter so he really shouldn't be so surprised.
But that's when the memories returned. The job given to him by Morrison, about some old demon artifacts, then he got blindsided by some demon that took Yamato. Wait?! Nero spun around looking for the sword, until he spotted the katana, sheath and all lying against a dumpster. Walking over to it he grabbed the sheath and looked down at it.
That demon...
It used Yamato to open a portal. If he remembered correctly, back when he was still in the Order, Nero could just remember what he was taught about some artifacts. How some demon artifacts could allow transport across the world, and in some cases, other worlds entirely. Yamato specifically.
With the thought of possibly being in the demon world, Nero's eyes widened in realization, "No...no...NO!" roared the hunter as punched the ground with his right hand, making a small crater, "AM I SERIOUSLY IN ANOTHER..."
However, before he could get any angrier, he noticed something not too far from where he was. Lying on the ground was the book that stranger threw at him. Walking over to it, he stooped down to pick it up and flipped to the cover. The Hunter narrowed his eyes when he saw the cover. On the cover was the words 'Encyclopedia Demonica'.
"What the hell?' demanded Nero as he flipped through the pages a bit. The hunter was confused and very annoyed. Shutting the book, he slipped it inside his coat. Looking around the alleyway he was in, the teen didn't think he was that far away from the warehouse.
Glancing back and forward, he settled on heading to the closest way to the main road.
However, when he got out of the alleyway, he found that he wasn't anywhere close to the warehouse. In fact, he didn't think he was even in the same state.
Stepping revealed Nero to the bustling city that never sleeps, otherwise known as New York City.
"How in the fuck?" he demanded, scratching his head as he started looking around. "Well, might explore the city a little."
Exploring the city a bit, he managed to get a hold of a newspaper, finding the name of the paper to be 'The Daily Bugle', Nero saw a picture on the front page showing a man in a red and blue skin-tight outfit with a web pattern all over it. Apparently, he was called Spider-Man, and he was apparently, to quote the article, "A Menace." Nero didn't understand. He had never heard of anyone named Spider-Man. He looked through the paper and saw there were others. And apparently, they were all superheroes.
Other headlines read 'Iron Man Saves UN', 'Ant-Man and Wasp take down Whirlwind' and 'Thor Defeats the Wrecking Crew' Thor? Well, if demons exist, wouldn't be surprised if Norse gods did,' Nero thought to himself. But as he looked, he realized this was a legit paper. Which meant that all these heroes were real.
"Yep, in another universe," he muttered to himself as he tossed the paper down and explored the city. He began to wonder about what the meant for him. His mind drifting back to what that demon had said.
"Why would this universe need me?" Nero asked himself, not realizing that he'd reached the harbor. He noticed that there was a large shadow currently gliding across the top over the water. He looked up. And his mouth fell open. Above the water was a giant flying fortress. It looked like a high tech aircraft carrier, except it had 4 giant turbine engines.
'Seems like everything's well covered,' thought the hunter. However as soon as the thought entered his mind, a loud rumble was heard coming from the aircraft.
"Spoke to soon," he corrected himself as numerous explosions shot across the deck of the giant flying fortress. Parts of buildings suddenly erupted out of the hull, tearing the ship apart from the inside out as more sections broke through. The amount of damage was enough to cause the engines to fail, bringing the giant fortress down and crashing into the bay.
Nero stood frozen for a moment before he rolled his eyes as he unwrapped his coat from Red Queen. He didn't know why he was doing this, but a part of him couldn't ignore this. While it went against Dante's doctrine of not getting involved another part refused to stand idly bay when innocent people could be hurt.
Putting his coat on, Nero slid Red Queen into its sheath as he rolled up his right sleeve.
"Well, no time like the present to get acquainted," said Nero, mostly to himself as he took out Blue Rose and checked the cylinder, finding that all the bullets were still inside. Satisfied, he snapped it shut and holstered the pistol with a spin.
"Let's rock!" shouted the hunter as he sprinted to the end of the dock. Sprinting at full speed, the human-demon leaped into the air, covering almost three-quarters of the distance between the dock and the ship with a single bound.
When he felt himself begin to fall, he lashed out Devil Bringer, Spectral Bringer shooting and stretched to grab the side of the ship, pulling the hunter towards it where he found an opening and hop into the sinking vessel.
SHIELD Helicarrier, Bridge, Hudson Bay
On the bridge of the S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier, dozens of technicians and pilots were furiously trying to stabilize the massive aircraft. At the center of the bridge, a dark-skinned man, wearing a stand S.H.I.E.L.D. uniform, with black fluffy hair with some white near the sides, an eyepatch that covered his left eye, while, his right eye was brown in color. To S.H.I.E.L.D., this was Director Nick Fury, and his day had gone from bad to worse. To start off, he had received reports that some sort of massive energy surge, appeared in the city, approximately two minutes before everything went to hell. And now the S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier was going down into the bay.
Everything had been running normally. Nothing even suggested something could go wrong, no rhyme or reason or issue had come up. The Big House just suddenly exploded.
"Someone get to engineering. Tell them to get us back into the air," ordered Fury, "And someone shut that alarm off!" That last order came with a noticeable amount of annoyance.
"Director Fury," a female agent said while she stood by a console, she had lightly tanned skin while her brown hair was tied back into a bun. Like many of the other agents in the bridge, she was wearing the S.H.I.E.L.D. standard uniform, "A report just came in from the Vault."
"Do I look like I have time for this, Hill?!" yelled Fury, his patience was well over.
"Listen to me!" Hill barked at her superior, but quickly corrected herself when she received a glare from Fury, "Sir, automated reports are coming in from the Vault and the Cube. Their systems have gone offline, and no one is responding from the Big House."
Fury narrowed his remaining eye at the information. The Big House was a prison created to hold supervillains at a smaller size so it could be held within the Helicarrier, however, the prison was now full size once more, "Something is seriously wrong," he stated grimly.
New York City, Pier
Standing at the edge of a pier, a man with blue eyes, a youthful face, and slicked-back white hair. He is shown to have worn a purple Victorian outfit with a white cravat, a large red jewel around his neck, and a monocle over his left eye. In his hands was an ornate walking stick, more like a cane actually. It was made of wood, painted midnight black, the tip covered with a silver cap while the handle had a dragon like design.
"Hmmm," hummed the man as he adjusted his monocle, the lens flashing as sunlight reflected off it.
He was observing the events that just transpired and if he was being honest, perhaps he was being a bit rash in his decision sending the boy here.
He just witnessed the teen rush into battle; no plan, no idea with what he was getting himself into. Not mention, this world was no less dangerous than his own. However, he commended his bravery, just not quite his intelligence.
"Let's see how he does, shall we?" stated the man in a refined but also casual tone. His body glowed a deep red as he vanished from sight.
To Be Continued...
Okay, this story is nothing more than a trial. Like, if it gets good reviews and support, I will continue it. But to be clear, this story will be similar to Avenger's Prime but will be featuring Nero from Devil May Cry 4. It would have a similar backstory as Devil Tail, so Nero's behavior will be the same in that story, but I will make him a little more cynical and sarcastic. However, being a Marvel Comics fan, I have every intention of adding bits from other media like Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.(despite the show being kinda bad), Daredevil, X-Men (Movies (despite them not making a lot of sense) and Cartoons (namely Evolution and others)), Fantastic Four (Cartoon), Doctor Strange (Movie Ver.), and Spider-Man (movie or cartoon version is entirely up to you people). In short, I will be creating a story with Nero coming to another reality to start out new.
I know, I basically copied and pasted the intro for Devil Tail into this story, but if you have an opening that works, why change it? But don't worry, I am going to make the fight scene different and there will be a cameo of a certain Devil who will make an appearance much later on. Also, some references to other media.
Also, I'm making Nero nineteen in this story as I have it in good mind that he was either fifteen, sixteen, or seventeen during the events of Devil May Cry 4. So this takes place about one to three years after. Also, doing some research about Nero, there is only one thing I'm going to change and that is his ability to absorb demonic power to absorb power in general because I'm certain Vergil wouldn't be too picky on how much power he gained or what it was.
But adding to that, I might give him a Devil Arm; as I did in Devil Tail, not the same kind of weapon as that would be lazy, but something different that hasn't been tried yet. And yes, there will be some moments with Devils.
Moving on, I gave Nero's pairing a lot of thought, and if I'm being completely and totally honest. I think I'm going to go with Carol, despite already using her in one of my other stories *Cough* Avengers: Prime *Cough*. Now, let me explain why I am doing her instead of suggestions like She-hulk, AKA Jennifer Walters, the Scarlet Witch, AKA Wanda Maximoff, Laura Kinney, Illyana Rasputin AKA Magik, Anya Corazon, AKA Spider-Girl, Black Widow, AKA Natasha Romanov, Rogue, AKA Anna Marie, and Domino, AKA Neena Thurman is because Carol is the heroine I am most familiar with in terms of writing her personality and being real, she contrasts Nero quite a bit in several categories. However, I might do Elizabeth 'Betsy' Braddock if you really want someone else other than Carol. But there are some reasons I didn't pair other characters.
I can't really use Black Widow as she has a thing with Hawkeye, She-Hulk is the Hulk's cousin (Nuff said due to a threat from the Hulk) and she is much older than Nero in this story, Laura is too...uh...I can't think of a good word to describe Laura's starting personality as rigid and more akin to a soldier. Anya is a new heroine and I'm quite unfamiliar with her, and the others for the same reason, not so familiar. However, while Carol might be the main interest, I have every intention of integrating them into the story, either as a rival (Domino), acquaintance (Black Widow) or good friend/best friend (Anya, Laura, Rogue).
But if you guys really want someone different, I may do Elizabeth 'Betsy' Braddock, AKA Psylocke, if not then I would have them as a temporary romance before focusing mainly on the budding relationship of Nero and Carol. I know I may be redoing my work from Avengers: Prime, but I can really see Nero and Carol together. However, I could also see Nero and Betsy being a thing, and since she has experience with the use of Katana, Nero could improve his skill with Yamato.
But, one reason I may be doing Carol is that of her counterpart, Karla Sofen AKA Moonstone from the Dark Avengers. Yeah, the Dark Avengers are coming into this story as an arc similar to the DC Comics animated movie; specifically Justice League: Crisis On Two Earths. So I figured I'd give Carol her own rival who is literally her. Well not her, but... you know what? Never mind, I'm not gonna try to explain what I mean.
However, if you really want someone else, I'll put up a poll with potential pairings.
Also, to Red Raven 007, I'm going to take some inspiration from his moveset in DMC 4, but primarily, I'll use his natural feats. I'll create a list of previous feats and likely upper limits he has. I think I could use his stats from vsbattles . wikia. They seem reasonable, and if not, I can make more own assumptions, though very strict assumptions, likely his top speed.
