Grimm May Cry
Prologue: /watch?v=xfEbuXCRjzg
Atop a grand spire, two figures engaged in bloody conflict.
"You've heard of it haven't you, the legend of Sparda?"
A thunderous storm crashing down upon them, the figures battled incessantly, a melodious dance of blades and clashing metal.
"When I was young my father would tell me stories about it."
Each step, every parry and thrust, a gamble of victory and defeat, life and death.
"Long ago, in ancient times, a creature of Grimm rebelled against his own kind for the sake of the Human race."
One of the figures, clad in red and bearing a monstrous broadsword, lunged forward with a brutal overhead blow, only for his blade to impact with a thunderous *CLANG* against the soaked, dark stone at his feet. His opponent had leapt just beyond the blade's reach.
"With his sword, he laid waste to hordes of Grimm, and sealed away an abominable evil from our Human world.
But, because of his very own nature, his power was also trapped on the other side."
Quick as lightning, the other figure, donning blue and wielding a long curving blade, dodged yet another wild strike, the frenzied attack very nearly severing his head from his shoulders. Retorting, he let loose a fervent series of his own arcing swipes, each attack intercepted by the flaring blade of the greatsword.
"I never believed it. I thought it was just a child's fairy tale."
Another parry, another riposte; attack after attack, strike after strike, counter after counter. A fleeting glance would show legends locked in equilibrium, neither side gaining advantage, and yet, upon closer inspection, one would see that one of the brothers was, indeed, gaining the upper hand.
"But I discovered that this so-called legend wasn't a myth at all.
Sparda existed."
In the centre of the platform, the two clashed once more, metal crashing against metal, once, twice, three times, each ringing blow shaking the combatants to their very cores.
"I met the sons of Sparda, both of them."
Twins they were; each identical, sporting bone-white hair pasted down over icy, focused eyes by the unnatural downpour.
"Though the same blood of their father flowed through their veins, the two battled each other fiercely like arch enemies."
A final time the two brought their blades to bear, the unrelenting collision of the two swords, as well as the souls of their wielders, momentarily creating a field through which the torrential waves of rain could not pass.
"It seemed as if they derived some sort of twisted pleasure from this brotherly fighting."
Weapons locked, Aura pushed against Aura, heating the connected edges of their blades into a white-hot hue. It would appeared the two were at yet another impasse when, without warning, the katana's master pushed forward, knocking the broadsword from his twin's grip. In shock, the red-coated man hesitated for but a second. The pause was brief, but it was still far, far too long.
Before the spinning greatsword had even touched the ground, the blue warrior plunged his weapon clear to the hilt in his foe's stomach.
For several long moments, neither combatant moved. The red sibling's blood flowed along the blade, before joining with the falling rain. He breathed raggedly, looking up into the victor's eyes -
"But in the end..."
- As with a single tug, he tore the katana from the loser's abdomen, flicking the plasma from his weapon's length with a swift turn of his wrist.
Devoid of support, the crimson fighter descended backwards, collapsing down upon the ancient stones.
"...Only one was left standing."
For the slightest of moments, the blue warrior seemed to display guilt for his fallen enemy, clutching a half-closed fist to his forehead, only to then slick back his hair with a stylish swipe of the palm. With that one movement, the likeness to his twin faded greatly, the similarity barely noticeable.
Turning from the body of his brother, the azure vanquisher walked away, pausing for but a moment to collect the discarded broadsword. But before two steps had passed, he detected movement - the man in ruby, struggling to lift himself away from the blackened, soaked stones.
In an instant, the conqueror turned and charged, bringing the greatsword down for a savage thrust…
RIIIING!
-PAUSE-
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Hmm...
Not quite as catchy, now that I think of it.
So WHEW! First story around here. Honestly, I can't say I'm not nervous. In fact, one could perhaps guess, not incorrectly, that I'm scared somewhat shitless.
As you may have guessed by the title, minor revisions, and tags (If I'm not a complete dunce and just forgot all about that...) This is a Devil May Cry X RWBY fanfic. Effectivley, it's a WHAT IF!? scenario detailing the DMC universe taking place within the RWBY universe. Basically, this entails a whole bunch of changes to DMC's lore - But not actually all that many changes to it's plot. Perhaps a few minor changes to RWBY as well, to accommodate.
Of course, there'll be a few - Quite a few, really - But not anything major for DMC3. Beyond that, expect rather large changes. But hell, that's way, way in the future, both in-universe and out.
For the record, we won't be seeing team RWBY itself for the duration of DMC3 - Prequel's a prequel, you know? Though there might be a few "surprise" appearances by certain characters. And to be honest (Just between you and me... Internet), I'm hoping to incorporate more than just the DMC universe here. *Coughmorehyperactionpeoplecough* Also, as you may have noticed at the top of the page, music will play a factor - So, y'know, links and all. I swear I won't lead anyone to a jump scare or whatever. (I'll title as much as possible)
Anyway, I've rambled on for far too long. Please, get reviewing, or commenting, or whatever you'd like. Feedback is great! Or terrible! Depends on how scathing it is.
Revan, signing off.
(Warning, writer makes no promises on frequency of updates to this or any fiction)