Zrocker119: This has been brewing in my head for some time now. I was playing DMC 1-4 and thought, 'Dante, Vergil and Nero look remarkably similar three certain take-over siblings from fairy tail. Some D gray man, and possibly other anime, in later chapters.

"normal speech"

'thoughts'

demon/dragon speech

'demon/dragon thoughts'

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2000 years ago, demons ruled over mankind. Mundus, the ruler of all demons, had a dispute with his right hand, Sparda. It was over what to do with the lesser beings. Mundus wanted things to remain as they were, humans being slaves, to do what ever their owners demanded. They were weaker than their oppressors so it would be as nature demanded.

Sparda on the other hand, saw what humans could be capable of and wished for them to be free.

Seeing that his friend could not be swayed to his side, Sparda rebelled against the ruler of the underworld. After single handedly defeating Mundus and his armies, Sparda sealed away the demon world at the cost of most of his powers.

For two millennium Man kind flourished and the story of Sparda and his crusade against his own kind became a legend, and soon turned into nothing but a myth. But there are those that will never forget what it was he sacrificed to secure humanities future.

Year X778

The sound of birds chirping can be heard in one of the many forest throughout the country of Fiore. The trees in this particular forest are tall, strong and healthy. The atmosphere is both pleasant and welcoming. The only blemish on the scenery is the road that cuts through the treeline.

A lone figure can be seen walking down the road. Zooming in on the person, we see that they are actually a man.

He is tall, muscular with shoulder-length orange hair that he keeps slicked back and a stubbly beard. The mans attire is rather simple. A long, black, high-collared and tattered cloak with shoulder plates. Around his waist is a simple belt that holds up loose-fitting dark pants, that are tucked into a pair of boots.

Running a hand through his hair. Bringing it back to his waist e let out a sigh. "Why did the oldman have to send me..." He thought about that question for a moment. "...oh yeah, I'm the only S-class mage that was available." He chuckled to himself. Continuing down the road he could see the makings of a town in the distance.

Quickening his steps, the man soon entered the town. Looking at the request in his hand, he re-read the job description.

Demon moved into the nearby cave. A family has already fallen victim to it. Please come and get rid of it. Reward 5,000,000 jewel.

Tucking the paper away, he made his way through the town. As he did, he to notice of the people walking around. None of them seemed really worried. In fact, they seemed rather calm, despite the danger that lurked nearby.

Meeting with the Mayor, he learned why. Apparently the major threat had already been dealt with, if in a strange way. The family that was attacked happened to be a family of mages that specialized in take-over magic.

"So I came all this way for nothing?" He sounded more annoyed than anything.

"No no," The mayor waved his hands frantically, "I actually think things are worse." This earned him a raised brow. "You see the eldest daughter of the family actually absorbed the demon. The people here are paranoid that she won't be able to keep it at bay. I fear that some of the more...fanatical individuals will bring her harm."

The mans' eyes narrowed. "Don't they know that if she were to die, that the demon would get free?"

The mayor sighed. "I've tried explaining that to them, but they refuse to listen. I want you to take her and her siblings somewhere safe. Of course you'll be given same amount as the reward on the request."

The man rubbed his nose and sighed. "You can keep the money. I couldn't, in good conscience, accept it for saving a child from something that they can't control. Where do they live?"

"About a mile east of here." The mayor pointed in the right direction. "Thank you Mr..."

"Gildarts," The man said, "Gildarts Clive."

"Thank you Mr. Clive." The mayor said. "Word of warning though...the oldest one has a mean right hook."

Gildarts just waved the mayors' warning off and walked in the direction he was pointed to... and failed to notice that he walked through the wall that surrounded the town, leaving a huge hole. The mayor could only look in shock.

Walking through the thick foliage that made up this section of the forest would take some time for most people. But, Gildarts isn't most people. With the help of his crash magic he made record time reaching his target destination.

Gildarts came to the edge of a clearing, frowning at what he saw.

What remained of a house was now a pile of chard wood. Foot prints are littered all over the place, evidence of an angry mob.

'It seems that the Mayor wasn't exaggerating.' He thought looking at the tree line. "I know you're there." Gildarts called out to seemingly know one. The sound of someones breath hitching proved other wise. "You can relax, I'm not here to hurt any of you."

Rustling could be heard from one of the bushes, and out stepped a child...no, young teen seemed to be a better fit for the boy. He had somewhat long, white hair that almost covers a pair of bright blue eyes. His clothing, if it could be called that, was nothing more than a torn up pair of brown shorts and T-shirt. A stick was held tightly in his hand.

Seeing the bruises that marred his arms and the side of his face caused Gildarts to frown.

"Who are you," The Boy asked with a scowl, "What do you want. If it's to hurt my sister..." He let the threat hang in the air.

Bringing his hand up in a nonthreatening manor, Gildarts replied. "My name's Gildarts Clive, a mage from Fairy Tail." He took a step towards the boy, but he held up the stick in a defensive position. "Settle down kid. I was hired by the mayor to take you and your family out of here and somewhere safe."

The boys eyes widened in surprise. "Oldman Bob!?" His grip on the stick softened.

"That's right." Gildarts nodded. Going up to the boy he put a hand on his shoulder. "Now, what's you name?"

The boy blink out the surprise and looked up at the tall man before him. "Nero, Nero Strauss."

"Okay Nero." Kneeling down so he cold look Nero in the eyes, Gildarts asked. "What happened here and how did you get those bruises."

"Some people from town came. They asked where Mira was, but I wouldn't tell them." His eyes narrowed in anger. Gildarts was a little startled when Nero's eyes flashed red. "They threw me to the ground and beat me. When that didn't work, they threw torches at our house and burned it to the ground hoping that she was inside, but I had her, our younger brother and sister run into the woods earlier."

"Nero!"

Following the sound of the voice they turned to see a little girl come running out of the treeline, followed by two others. All of them were wearing torn and muddy clothes but each had two things in common. White hair and blue eyes.

"Lisanna." Nero dropped down and pulled her into a hug, rubbing her back soothingly.

While Nero was comforting the youngest, Gildarts turned his gaze to the other two. He noticed that the older sister had her right arm hidden beneath a cloak. Before he could question them he felt a tug on his pants. he saw that it was Lisanna.

"Nero said that you're going to take us away from here. Does that mean that the bad people can't hurt us anymore?"

Gildarts gave her a small smile and pats her head. "That's right, and if they try, I'll protect you all." Turning back the the others he asked. "Which of you was the one that stopped the demon?"

The elder sister took a tentative step forward. "Let me see what the damage is." Gildarts said softly.

She looked uncertain until Nero put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "It's okay Mira."

She blinked as tears came to her eyes and brought out her arm from underneath the cloak. The entire limb was covered in dark scales and had jagged spikes jutting out of her forearm.

'Just as I though, she uses take over magic.' Standing strait he gestured for them to follow.

"Where are we going to go?" Lisanna asked holding Nero's hand.

"I don't know much when it comes to take over magic," Gildarts explained, "but...my guild master does."

After buying the young family some new cloths, they arrived at the train station. When Gildarts purchased the tickets, he knew that his charges were weary of people, so he spent extra for a private booth.

Sitting down he allowed himself to let out a sigh of relief. They had to take the long way here and avoid the town all together. He wasn't going to risk having a mob coming after them. Thankfully nothing had gone wrong when they moved through the woods. His enormous magic energy kept any creature at bay.

Looking at the seat across from him he smiled. The sibling were sleeping peacefully, the journey having exhausted them. Having learned their names on the way here, he knew which was which. Nero, the oldest, slept in the middle. His younger twin, Mirajane, had her head on his right shoulder. Elfman, the third child, was on his left and lastly, the youngest, Lisanna is laying across her sisters legs, with her head in Nero's lap.

Looking at the oldest sibling, he couldn't help but feel that he had seen him somewhere before. Not wanting to think about it at the moment Gildarts closed his eyes. They weren't the only ones that were tired.

"Wow!" Gildarts laughed at the Strauss families expression as they saw the Fairy Tail guild hall for the first time. It wasn't nearly as funny as when Magnolia went into the Gildarts shift, but still entertaining none the less.

"Well," He walked towards the door, "Let's go see if the Master is busy."

The Strauss family sweat dropped as he walked through the door, destroying it in the process. Following him inside the saw people sitting around. Some went up to Gildarts asking how he was. A pink haired boy with a scarf charged him and was sent flying threw the roof for his efforts. Others were talking, drinking, stripping, fighti-...what?

Nero instinctively covered Lisannas' eyes as a boy around her age walked around with nothing on but his boxers.

"Gray your clothes." A girl with long brown hair commented taking a drink of her juice. Next to her was another girl that had scarlet hair and wore an armor chest plate. She was currently enjoying a piece of strawberry cake.

"Damn it!" The boy, now named Gray, ran off hunting for his clothes.

...

"Is it too late to turn back?" Nero asked completely straight faced.

"I'm afraid so." The siblings turned to see a very short oldman walk up to them. Seriously, Lisanna seemed to be taller than him. He raised his hand and greeted. "Hello, I'm Makarov Dreyar, guild master of Fairy Tail. These the four you were talking about Gildarts?"

"Yeah," Gildarts stood by them and put a hand on Miras' shoulder, "This one is having some trouble with her take over magic."

"Let me see child." Mira lifted the cloak just enough for the short guild master to see. "Hmm, worry not. This is just a side effect from your first take over. Once you learn to control your magic, you'll be able to change at will."

A loud growl cut through the guild hall. Everyone turned and looked at Nero. "When was the last time you all ate?" Makarov asked.

"A few hours before Gildarts found us." As Elfman answered another growl escaped from Nero's stomach.

"My stomach doesn't start making noises like that until I've gone a few days without food." Gildarts commented. "When was the last time you ate." He asked Nero, putting extra emphasis on the 'you'.

"What day is it?" Nero asked.

"Friday."

Nero mumbled something under his breath that no one could hear.

"What was that"

"...I haven't eaten anything since Tuesday. I gave all of the food I managed to find to everyone else, telling them that I already had some."

...

His stomach growled again.

"Man, that boy could really put his food away." Makarov and Gildarts were at the bar drinking while Nero sat at one of the many tables, wolfing down mouthfuls of food. His siblings were eating as well but at a much slower pace.

"Can you see the resemblance master?"

Makarov took a drink. "I can, but the last time I checked, he didn't have any kids. That leaves only one option."

"But he died years ago." The master sighed. Hopping up from his stool he said.

"I need to make a call." He walked to his office. Sitting in his chair, Makarov grabbed a communication lacrima. As he waited for someone to answer he glanced at the picture on his desk. It was of the founders of Fairy Tail, the first five. He was looking at on in particular.

The man was tall and handsome. His white hair was slicked-back. He wore a purple Victorian style outfit with a white cravat, a large red jewel around his neck, and a monocle over his left eye.

He was brought out of his musings when someone finally answered his call.

"Devil May Cry, what's the pass-, oh...haven't heard from you for a long time oldman."

"Dante." Makarov was kind of hoping he wouldn't have answered. The last time they spoke...well, it didn't end on good terms.

"What do you need old-timer?" Dante asked, "Works been good lately, so I'm a busy man."

Well here goes nothing. "Dante...have you had any children?"

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Zrocker119: Well there you have it, my latest creation from my (somewhat messed up) imagination. Please fav/follow, and please review in you feel like it. Constructive criticism is always welcome, but no flames. those will be promptly ignored.