Hello all of you. This Alitolexlto here. And here is the official first chapter of this story. For this one, it took me a while to do but I was luckily able to get it done. Yes, it was a late entry, but I was able to do it either way. So here it is for you guys. Keep in mind that these stories will be long due to me condensing this all into ten chapters strictly.


Remember, to view some of the art designs I have for the characters in the story, visit deviantart where a copy of this story is as well.

All this is to celebrate the DmC: Devil May Cry Definitive Edition coming out in March so I hope to finish this before then.


Disclaimer: I own no characters except OC's. DmC: Devil May Cry belongs solely to Capcom and Ninja Theory.


Song Inspirations:

Woodkid—the Golden Age

Woodkid— Run Boy Run

James Blake—Overgrown

James Blake—Life Round Here

Woodkid-Stabat Mater


Entry 1: The Golden Age: Part 1

December 19th B.C

The snow had set its white slush to the land and trees of the barren land, devoid of life or a form of existence to be seen. The skies—grey and somber on a cool afternoon where the sun was submerged in dull clouds. The brisk air threatened even the most strongest of warriors to submit to its harshness. No human would be able to last long out here. It'd be a miracle without the proper utilities packed.

But not I.

Draped in garbs of purple and dark hair cut short to avoid blindness to my vision. The weight of my own sword baring down on my back with a knee to the ground. My breathing began growing harsh in its own fog. I dug my gloved hands into the white blanket below my feet and brought it to my lips. My teeth felt the sting of its cold fluff, but it was a feeling I had desired. My throat grew hoarse as the slush sunk down my throat. It stunk painfully but it was a conscious decision for a form of water in my exhaustion.

Decisions like these are important to mull over on the battlefields of war. Always do what's needed.

There…in the distance…I heard it.

The battle cry of malice calls to me. Beckons me. Desires for my touch to its virgin body.

The ravenous temptation had filled my legs with enough energy to stand once more. But it was the corroding hormonal drive for its embrace that pushed my legs across the snow and towards its euphoric calls of death and carnage. My sword ripped from my back and clenched in my palms to the sounds of war. No mist, not feverish chill, and no fall to the vast deep trenches of snow could falter my desires.

Finally I stood over the hill, and watched. The Golden Age.

The soaring of white winged humanoid beings across the dull grey sky, sending golden arrows to rain down on those bellow. The screams of my fellow brethren as slaughtered those white winged denizens of light and they the same to the dirges of darkness. The splatters of blood had since painted the white slush under their booted feet into a red sea of bodies both of light and darkness. Even so, battle continued on. The screaming and sounds of blades clashing and sounding were none of which I've ever heard.

It hurt me…it burned me…it tormented me…it interested me…it thrilled me…I wanted more. I wanted to feel the disease just as they have…The desire…It moved me.

I stormed down the hill of snow. The remaining angelic took notice of my starving desire and charged towards me with gusto. Simple fodder for my own skills with a blade. I brought my sword back and swung with the might of all I had. The feeling of cold steel ripping through flesh and bone was the egregious yet tantalizing symphony to my ears. So much so that I wanted to hear more. And so my blade rewarded me with the sounds of blood and innards flashing before my eyes as I chopped down all with the wings of pure white that stood before my wake.

My feet wouldn't stop running, my arms resisting my own control and instead submitting to the feel of my sword hacking across the angelic bodies.

Finally free space was present as I continued towards the battle field with my sword's blade dragging through the snow. The shrieks of war grew louder and the thriving lust of carnage filled me. I heard the chorus sounds of my fellow brethren chanting my name. But there's calls were meaningless to the sounds of death all around me.

I wanted more of that. More of the destruction of enemies all around me whether men, women, or even child—

Wait…children…? No…no, that's not what I want. Not of the death of women either. Children are young and naïve to understand this desire of blood, so why must they die for it? And though they too are mighty, women must also be cared for…so why? Why do I…?

No. No, it's wasn't my fault. It was the thrill…the desire…the carnage of battle that had seduced me once again in the eve of another battle…I had lost my own mind even while up on that hill.

No…I wanted it to stop.

"MY BRETHEREN!" I roared, "CEASE YOUR WAR AND STAND BEHIND ME!"

Without a single hesitation, my men in their dark armor turned towards my call and rummaged through the snow towards me. Though some were slaughtered in their return towards me, others were more than successful of storming to me. I sheathed my sword onto my back once more and raised my arms wide towards the red slush of snow and bodies.

Yes…towards the Golden Age.

My mind was brought back to the eve of then at the touch of my shoulder being grabbed from behind me. I took an eye over my shoulder to see a familiar companion to wake me from what was left of my selfish lust.

"Sparda, we have all gathered behind you."

"Yes, good work, Seditio." I nodded with heavy breathing.

I looked out into the field of cold as the army of white light had hurdled towards us. Those who were killed or were slaughtered to reach me were lost to the snow. They meant nothing to me anymore. All that mattered was stopping this battle before I lost myself to my ravenous hunger for blood.

And so I stood before my fellow demons; grasping for the very world around me. My eyes closed to feel the vibration of the ground below erupt into an abundance of earth in the very palm of my hands. The build of my powers rose as did the sounds of the earth before me rising out of its place. Rumbling had forced me to open my eyes to see the chunks of the snowy field before me, be ripped apart and risen towards the heavens as far as the eyes could see. The angelic army had no choice but to rely on their wings to deliver them from such disaster.

But this was meaningless. There was no escape. Limbo consumes all.

My clenched fist had become palms. My hands lowered to my chest and with great might, I pushed forward my hands to the breaking field. The earth that had been risen had slowly broken apart and become nothing but rubble being swarmed into a never ending spiral. It was like that of a black hole opening before the Earth and taking into it all that brought death to its own. And it was for the ones with white wings. They no longer had any control over their gravity. Their bodies had submitted to the flow of this spiraling tornado of earth and snow that ripped through the dusk and reached the burning fires of the sun above.

I could still recall the new symphony I had heard of the angel's shrieks of agony into the burning inferno that reined over the Earth.

Yes…the chorus of the Golden Age.

December 24th B.C

The times of war between the Angels and Demons have since continued for longer than my own conception. Which quite frankly was not so long ago. No older than about a good three years ago. And in these three years, I have been raised on the scent of blood, the sight of death, and the feel of a sword's handle. And the taste…the taste of the nether regions of many a succubus are my fondest memories, no question.

But this night, I would require a drink of the best ale. I had to give credit to the humans, they were more than useful in their brewing technique. One of the reasons we haven't wiped them from the face of the Earth and use their meat suits as décor. Another reason is how well Earth holds up as a domain behind the veil that separates us from them. We are truly fortunate that there would be no need to waste are precious energy on the so-called "perfect creations of God." Manipulative little maggots they are, in my opinion, but harmless enough that there'd be no need to go to battle with them.

But as I had said before; humans were versatile at the preparation of good brew.

And there I sat, at a round table within stoned walls and crowds of other warriors all around me; dancing, drinking, and enjoying pleasurable company with the delivered demoness vixens with exposed cleavages and lush lips that I did not mind a taste of myself. The stone tavern was darkly lit by candles and a fire place at the dominance of nightfall through the windows. Something about night always did fill me with a wave of anxiety. Maybe from the moon in the skies, or the stars shining across the black—either or to be quite frank.

I gulped down the violet colored brew to drown away my somber stirrings. There was just too much to contemplate since being on this planet and in existence with the fabric of life for only three years. To be trained in battle, fight angels, and sooner or later dissolve into my desires for battle. It was all such a strange transition to evolve into. I never saw no reason to feel the need for war. To slaughter all who are deemed a threat. Only that my creator, who gave me life and existence, demanded me to kill any and every angel I see and therefore I obeyed. The warriors of the rivaling angelic race were understandable, but…why the women and children of angels as well? What have they done to be given such a painful death as well? I just don't understand.

"Sparda!"

My name was called by the slurring gruff voice I've come to know so well. I looked over my shoulder with a toothy grin followed by a chuckle at the stumbling buffoon stomping to my table from the rowdy men behind me and practically falling into the seat next to me. He looked more disheveled then he usually was; his platinum white hair was unkempt while his eyes were drowsy. His armor stripped off as was mine though his clothes were sloppily dressed and his trousers were barely staying on without the assist of his hand while his other hand was firmly grasped on a mug of ale.

"I see you are enjoying your own merriment, Seditio" I laughed. "Why waste your time with me? Should you not go gallivanting with the maidens over there?"

"Ay, but it's just not a proper gathering without the hero dancing merrily with us." He slurred with a hiccup. "So…Why do you not join the rest of us? I hear one of the vixens has desired especially an audience from ya!"

I looked over towards the crowd and noticed beyond the sensual groans of the women and the yaking and shouts of entertainment of my fellow warriors, there was a single women sitting at a table, starring directly towards me with her eyes as amorous as one would be before pouncing on their next prey. Her smooth thighs were crossed and exposed mounds practically laying onto the table along with the rest of her body slumped over. All it took was her tongue to trace her blood red lips to stimulate something within me.

"Heh, clearly she does." I snickered.

"Then what ails you in plummeting into her, my friend?"

"It is nothing for you to concern yourself towards, Seditio…I just had…thoughts on things." I needed another gulp of ale to wash such words from my tongue.

"Thoughts? Tell me, Sparda." He said attentively, despite his drunken stupor. "I will listen."

Ha! How can a drunk listen to anything when his mind is drowned in alcohol?" I laughed.

"Do not take lightly my own proper state of mind. I can still give you a proper beating, oh legendary knight of Limbo!"

"Is that a challenge I hear?" I drowned the rest of my brew and slammed my mug onto the table. "Have at thee, you drunken bastard!"

My body lunged forward and down we both went into another table that broke from our contact. I could hear the other men roar in excitement at our brawl. We laughed in our grappling and holds, trying to get a one-up on each other. I would never truly feel alive until I got to rub it in his nose that I was the better one of wrestling him to the ground and having him beg for release.

And that was just how the scene had progressed as he tapped rapidly for my released choke hold on him. I complied and let him go. I stood from the ground a champion with arms raised and a giant grin across my lips! The men hurrahed at my victory and there I stood, feeling no longer a somber emotion and instead standing tall in a wave of arrogance.

"Agh! I could have taken you if not for my hangover!" Seditio laughed as he got up from the ground. I turned to assist him.

"And what happened to that proper state of mind you had bragged about?" I brought up.

"Oh shut it! Go. Claim your reward with that wench and leave me to stir in my own defeat!" He toasted to me as he sucked down more ale down his gullet.

"And a goodnight to you as well, Seditio!" I waved off.

I strolled towards the table where the beautiful demoness sat in patience for me. Her hair was that of pure gold silk that brought attention to her ruby red yes starring towards me. The second she rose from her seat, her mounds moved like water with the slightest of movements. Her smooth skin complimented her wide hips and plump thighs. Once again, her tongue traced her red lips and s small groan only I could hear was indication enough of what she desired.

"Come." I whispered in her ear. "Let us retreat somewhere more private, miss..."

She responded with a hand pushing my cheek to face her. "Minerva…" Soft lips pressed onto my own accompanied by a salivating tongue penetrating through my teeth and taking hold of me. Her breaths synced with my own in a heat of passion along with a hand slowly massaging my lower member teasingly.

She finally broke the kiss to moan in a single breathe; "…Now…take me."

My own control had fallen. My hands moved on their own and my own lips pressed hard on to hers. I wanted more of that taste as I forced my tongue deep into her lips. Down my trousers and up her leg went around my waist. I had forfeited my previous request of solitude between her and I and instead forced her onto a wall to bring her other leg around my waist. With each push I gave, her groans grew louder and strained. I did not consider her own life. I had already surrendered to my own lust and felt her orifice clench around me as I pumped all I could into her. I was an animal with the carnivorous hunger for prey. No other words or even the cheering of my own brethren could stop me. I forced myself more…more…more…! More…!

More…

More…

"…Arise, Sparda!"

My face was suddenly met with a startling blast of cold water that it almost hastened my own breathe. I hacked and coughed myself back to consciousness. I slowly rose onto my ass with an aching back and a tunneling headache. I whipped my eyes of the water that they were drowned in, only to have a blurred vision as a result. It only took few moments before I was able to see once more. Looking up at the one who woke me, I was filled with a small hint of joy to find it to be someone I had known very well.

His clean shaven head and clear eyes were a minor notice to the intense wrinkles and portly figure he retained in his own garbs. Another glaring abnormality of him was the scars he had in his forehead that mimicked three eyes forming an upside down triangle.

"Ah…Mundus…" I slurred. "Glad to see you were here as well to join in the gathering…"

"Gathering? Ha! As if I would waste my precious time here with heaps of waste in human meat sacks." He spat bitterly. "Now on to your feet, brother. We have more pressing matters to attend to."

"Do we…?"

"Yes. Our scouters have spotted a nesting place of refugee angels that have made a village of rest and recuperation. Seditio and the others are on their way there now."

"And no one felt the need to awaken me about this?" I chuckled. "Some men just want all the glory for themselves don't they?"

"Well that is one reason…"

Mundus eyed to my left. This peeked my curiosity and forced me to turn to my left, only to be over-shadowed by horror as I glanced at the distraught expression of bug eyes and frozen agape red lips. Her golden hair forcefully ripped from her scalp, now drenched in her own blood. Her upper torso separated from her lower body with intestine slowly oozing forth from her innards. It still pulsated and bleed with a twitching sensation. Her own chest ripped open and hear own beating heart forcefully ripped from her ribcage.

"No…! NO, I—!"

"Enough of this wallowing." Mundus ordered. "Let us make haste now. I shall wait for you with a second horse. Clean up your mess."

And with that, Mundus walked out of the tavern; leaving me in my own blooded bed I have made for myself. I couldn't bear to look back at what I had done. I could still hear it ringing in my head. The shrieks and agonizing stench of sex and blood splashed onto my face. Her gagging and cries could faintly sing their damned chorus in my head. The feeling of my tingling fingers as they ripped into the demoness's stomach and take hold of her intestines. Her joints ripped apart bit by bit…her screams being uninterrupted…they all watched me as I gutted this woman like she was a piece of meat…

And the worst part of it was that…this wasn't a first for me. Every now and then I would go too far. I would surrender to my inner carnivore and…the results would be disastrous. I would let myself get too fool hearty in debauchery until I would all lead to chaos. I try so hard to fight it but it always finds a way to rip from my grasp and destroy everything beautiful.

I could not shed a tear. I could not even feel sadness for her. All I could do is…say sorry.

"I'm sorry…"

And with a single nod, I got back to my feet and walked out of the tavern, into the dullness of the snowy world around me. My muscles ached and my enthusiasm for battle was hastened to only wanting a moment of peace…but you can't pick and choose war…and I knew my own body would not let me choose either.

I am my worst enemy…in this Golden Age.

December 25th B.C.

We galloped on horses through the snow, draped in cloaks and our weapons on our person. For some reason my sword felt heavier on my back then before. Perhaps it was the overbearing guilt that rested on my shoulders from the unfortunate death of the woman I had ravaged. For me to speak of the event so easily despite it happening only a few days ago worried me greatly.

But such emotions had no choice but to be buried to the desire of war. That is what we were created to be. Simply creatures who want nothing more than to taste the blood of our enemies, taste their fate in our grasp, and swallow their pride along with their hate. And that enemy was the angel race. This was our only reason for existing. It took me a long time, but I had finally accepted it.

At least…that's what I thought.

Mundus had galloped ahead of me in, what appeared to be, a frenzy by the way he whipped the stirring of his horse to go faster. At first I was confused for his need to quicken his pace…but then I was hit with the strong scent of blood…demon's blood. And it only grew stronger the farther we traveled through the foggy snowfall.

Mundus had gone so far ahead that I could not even see him through the mist. Barely a black mirage through the snow before completely disappearing into the grey fog.

"Mundus!" I called. "Mundus, slow your horse! It's dangerous to ride in this fog!"

But he did not bother to listen.

Suddenly I saw something black take flight into the air, and flew across the sky the opposite of my direction. An angel no doubt.

I had halted my own horse and turned towards the direction of the angel. I extended my reach towards the ground and within seconds, pieces of the snowy earth rose into the air like soldiers ready to attack. I reached into the sky towards the flying angel and flew the arrow-like pieces of Earth did. They soared right through the fog towards their target.

The sound of screeching followed by a heavy thud was heard from afar. A confirmed hit.

I turned my horse towards the fallen angel and galloped towards it. Mundus would have to be patient for my arrival with him to the battle. First things first and all. My galloping horse had ceased at the sight of the pure white wings propped up as protection towards any grounded adversaries. A feeble trick considering one of them had been severely injured and splattered with blood.

I dropped from my horse and unsheathed my sword to hold it at its point. "Surrender yourself, foul angel, and I shall make your death painless."

No retort was heard. Only the faint panting from within the folds of its wings. Though it was faint, I detected a feminine panting. A female angel. I had hoped to avoid these kind of angels.

"Stand so that I may see the look in your eyes as I end you." I said, "I will give you that honor."

"…Honor…" She breathed in exhaustion. "…what you do…what you…and your kind do…can that really…be called honor…?"

"What…?"

"Can't you see…?" Her wings began to drag ever so slightly, making me take a few steps back. "…This war…we don't have…to fight…"

"Nonsense. We must always fight. For this is—"

"But why…?-!" Her sudden outburst from within her own wings had taken me by surprise. "Why do we fight…? Why…" She went silent for only a second before she spoke once more. "Why…do you fight?"

"Why…? Because I am told to."

"But…is that what you want?"

Such questions made me curious as to what she was trying to make me say. She was obviously trying to either gather info from me or buy time till she was properly rested and ready to take off again. A meaningless effort given my control of the world so long as we are within its Limbo.

"Enough of your words!" I immediately rose my sword. "If you so choose not to stand and face your death, then I shall end you where you sit."

Her wings twitched. She was frightened but none the less prepared for death. She still held her ground and was ready to face her end. A strong female angel she was, I give her that much.

But as my sword was ready to drop into her skull, I heard the faint echoing of a loud and thunderous roar far off into the distance.

I recognized this roar immediately and turned to its direction. "Mundus…?"

In my foolishness, the angel before me used my preoccupation as a chance to use her wings to blow snow into my face the second I heard the sound of them ruffling. I was temporarily blinded before whipping the snow from my eyes. Once I did, I heard the sound of her wings flap off the ground and I looked in the air to see that she had escaped to the skies. I was ready to send more of the earth towards her like before, but once again, the echoing roar of Mundus had sounded once again.

I had no choice.

I sheathed my sword and jumped onto my horse once again.

Through the snow I rode with no haste. The fog was deep but I was more or less able to make my way through it all. The scent of blood grew stronger and stronger the deeper I rode into the snow. But suddenly I felt something. This strong feeling of dread mixed with great anxiety and…hatred. This was familiar to me. When a demon passes from this world, they leave behind their emotions in a physical miasma that is picked up on by other demons. And judging by how strong it was, many had fallen with these negative feelings.

Finally I had gotten the sight of two individuals with one on his knees. I dropped from my horse and jogged towards them. "Mundus! Seditio!"

I ran towards them but they did not react. They simply stood still in the snow. Seditio stood there and looked into the horizon. But Mundus…Mundus was on his knees. His body shivering and the sounds of heavy breathing came from him. I heard distinct curses and mutterings from under his breath but I did not know what to make of them. But one thing was clear…he was furious beyond his own belief.

"Mundus…?" I called to softly, "What is the matter?"

He said nothing. Only continuing his own mutterings of anger and sorrow.

"Sparda…" Seditio called out to me. His voice filled with dread. "Sparda…we were fools…we should have awoken you…maybe we could have changed something.

Suddenly I felt my heart begin to sink. "What are you—?"

Seditio said nothing. He only pointed towards the foggy mist of dull grey before him. I looked that general direction but saw nothing. Confused, I walked into the snowy mist to see what he spoke of. Mundus's mutterings were clearer however which gave me an indication of what Seditio meant.

He muttered…Fucking angel.

And the second I realized it, the fog had cleared…and I saw it.

The bloody carcasses and dismembered bodies of as many as hundreds of men had falling into the open field of snow before my very eyes. Some had been completely carved in two while others were burned into charcoal. Their faces were bug-eyed and distraught with what life they had from last night in that tavern, now ripped from them in the most violent ways imaginable. Their faces though…their faces were just like…hers. Suddenly the visions of the wench from the tavern had sparked explicit images of blood and shrieks into my head. I was overwhelmed by the sheer horror and disgust of it all that my own legs could no longer support me. I clutched my arms and gritted my teeth tightly to restrict my body from trembling. But my eyes…I could not turn away. The images were already scared into my memories. The blood, guts, and frozen expressions of my brethren was forever an image that haunted me forever.

I sat there…I roared…I roared to the skies…to the heavens…I damned them. I damned them to my very core….I swore…I cursed them with every word of profanity I could shriek, and rose to my feet. I wanted something to hit…something beautiful to destroy with my own hands. I breathed harshly and my anger only rose the stronger the stench and these emotions of the dead grew. Finally I grabbed my sword and slammed it into the ground with all furious strength that lied within me. The blade had sunk into the ground and created a powerful ripple into the ground below me. The ground had ruptured into cracks before my anger.

But I knew…I knew my rage would not make a difference…even though I wished it would. I sunk to my knees with my hands still rested on the pommel of my sword…But that did not stop my roars of painful sorrow. The roars echoed…I hoped they reached that angel that escaped…for she would be the first of my blooded vengeance against the bastards who had done this to my brethren. I would drink their blood from their skulls and wear their wings boots, so that they may feel pain for every step I take even in death.

I swore it on my very existence, I would destroy all the angels. I swore I would take down anyone who stood in my way.

But little did I know that this would be the eve of a new dawn.

And the Golden Age…would soon come to an end.