Judge, Clown and Executioner
DAMN YOU VILE PLOT BUNNIES! Leave me alone!
Ah. I didn't particularly want to do a DMC fic. I only have 1 and 2 and my knowledge is pretty thin compared to my encyclopaedic knowledge of final Fantasy but I'll do the best with my idea that just won't leave me alone.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, ya got that?
My head… what the hell happened.
"So the beast finally wakes up in time for its last meal." Said an amused voice.
Whoever that guy is, he better not be talking to me. Vergil thought dryly.
"Who'd have thought it, the son of the legendary Dark Knight that I've heard oh so much about would be easy to capture as this? Must be my lucky day." The man said, bending down so Vergil could see his face, it was very pale. Almost as if it had been painted white like a circus performer. The look was amplified by the red powder surrounding his eyes.
Right, enough of this taunting. Time to rip out your throat and feed it to you, if that's even possible. If not, I'll just have to rip out your throat. Vergil tried to reach for his sword but couldn't find it, failing that he tried to transform into his demon form. However what he was not expecting was for his captor to snap his fingers and a shrill noise blast sound throughout, the captor wasn't effected by it but the half-demon couldn't bear it, his powers were slowly sapping away and the sound had disabled him, he had to change back.
"Lord! Please stand back, we don't know how much energy the containment field can handle if you provoke the specimen." A slightly squeaky voice shouted, most likely a grunt
"Who made this field? Who invented this? ME! And if I say its going to hold, its going to bloody well hold you dolt!" He turned around to shout at the grunt/henchman randomly pressing buttons to make it look like he's working.
"Yes Lord… sorry for ever doubting you."
"Eesch. What's a guy got to do to get good minions nowadays. I remember the 60's ah… those were the days, where you could own a volcanic island and you were suddenly the king of all villainy. Not now though, now you have to have some complicated back story. Some form of a complex or completely come up from no-where at the last minute as some ultimate form of something. What happened to being evil because its fun?"
"What…who?"
"But why should I answer those questions Vergil, when your about to die in the next…" The man scanned the room to see if there was a clock present, when he couldn't find one he simply shrugged "…however long it takes for you to die here Uwe-he-he!"
"So are you just going to kill me?"
"No, just there's a high chance of your death. So high in fact that if you do survive the process it will be a miracle."
"Process?"
"It's a long and complex explanation, I think it would be better for you all if you witnessed it yourself. First hand experience and all that." He smirked as a small figure emerged from the shadows. "Now I think its high time for you to take a long nap mister Sparda... or whatever your last name is. Can't have your screams getting on my nerves now, can we?"
-10 hours later-
"Hello Devil May Cry detective agency. What? Sorry, no can do. We're a little busy right now." Dante said, most phone conversations he had were like that. Unless of course demons were running amok again in which case they often burst through the front door. Case in point, Trish.
"Another no-password?" Lady asked, polishing one of her guns.
"'Fraid so, what I miss." The son of the legendary dark night said, turning back to the TV.
"Why are you watching these stupid TV shows?"
"Because there hilarious. That's why." Dante responded, rocking the chair back.
"Now where are the diamonds?"
"I thought you guys wanted the destructo beam?"
"Now we want both. And to show you how serious we are… Bizarro stormy?"
"I'm Bizarro Stormy."
"I'm regular Stormy."
"Ugh, only someone immature would find this amusing."
"Is that supposed to be an insult Trish?" Dante asked, a mock expression of hurt on his face.
"What do you think?" She shot back. Their little argument was interrupted before it could develop by the phone, sighing, Dante once again picked up the receiver.
"Devil May Cry detective agency."
"B-Brother." Was the hoarse voice on the other end.
"Vergil?!" Dante shouted out, both Lady's and Trish's heads snapped towards the son of Spada.
"Brother… I need your help…"
"What the in the underworld?"
"If you do not stop them… you will be next. I need you Dante. I need you to save me."
Oooooh cliff hanger. First DMC fic so be nice and review, but don't flame. Fire burns my sensitive skin.