I do not own Marvel vs Capcom and also none of their brilliant characters :3 A/N : Starting up another chapter, in this chapter I focused a little more on a certain Capcom character and their past and what this affects later on in the story, Enjoy!
Round 2: Countdown to heaven's Call
Seven days earlier...
"Phew, business has been quiet this week" Dante sighed. His fingers wearily flickered across the magazine he was reading. Today's Article had been about Chun li from the street fighter world. She was a Chinese woman in her twenties and was one of the most renowned anti-terrorist officials.
One of her latest arrests was against a marvel villain, a hideous creature known as Venom. An enemy to most of the Marvel Heroes, Venom was originally from the Spiderman world but decided to cause havoc in other worlds. Obviously Chun li was dispatched to subdue the threat. However speculations from eye witnesses informed that Venom was not in any criminal activity.
"It's tough being a villain… If you're branded an enemy once, your enemy of all the worlds." Dante mused to himself; he placed the magazine down and turned to his two prized guns, trying to reminisce about his past adventures.
Although Dante was not a villain he never considered himself a hero either, at most he believed that he was an anti hero, never letting himself in the lime light but always saving those in front of him.
For the right price of course.
"First I find a demon woman named Trish who looks exactly like my mother, she tried to kill me once. But after a few circumstances she had converted to the good side. A smile had crept its way on Dante's face as he was remembering the nostalgic memories.
"Then I found out that Angels actually existed and I was able to meet and save such a beautiful angel babe" Dante's face was now replaced with a sly grin "too bad she had to return to heaven before I got to show her a good time".
Dante gaze lazily wavered around his surroundings and scanned the room dusty and gloomy room. There were decrypt furniture across the room. Juke box which played at the lonely corner of this agency. There were three chairs in the room; two which were supposedly for clients were facing towards his swivel chair. Between the three chairs were a grand oak table which had impressive embellishments upon it. Upon the table was a black telephone which most of his client requests were coming from and a pizza box with several slices of pineapple pizza that had gone cold a long time ago.
"But I guess the ladies won't be impressed with a dump like this" Dante yawned, placing arms upon the table and rested his weary head upon them.
A dusty photo frame had caught his attention from the corner of his eye.
Dante slowly reached a hand to grab the edge of the photo frame. The photo could not be visibly seen as a layer of grime was hiding the photo; he slowly wiped the dust with his thumb.
Underneath was an image of a beautiful foreign woman that could capture the hearts of men around the world. The Portrait photo was the last gift from her mother before she passed away and was the only momentum he had left of her.
Dante stared at the picture of her late mother that had passed away before he had ever known her. Apparently she had died when she tried to give birth to him and his brother Virigil. His father had told him that giving birth to two demon princes was an honour for any mother. Be they demon or human. But his father's words had etched into Dante's heart and he knew that he will never forget for the rest of his life.
Flashback
The two young Demon princes had been called for an audience for the ruler of the demon world and were now taken to the throne room. That day the underworld's sky was pouring with rain and the droplets of rain had gently splashed against the window panes allowing the droplets to form into a stream down the window pane. But the gentle thudding of water droplets did not soften the harsh tone of Sparda.
"I have no remorse for the dead. She had proven her worth and I longer need memories of her" Sparda had claimed to Dante and Virgil. Virgil was the older brother of the twins and he had kept his own comments to himself to maintain the illusion of an obedient heir, never to strike back to their father. But Dante was a lonely child without a caring mother.
He had wished to speak about their mother, but Sparda had effectively ended the conversation with a simple reply, obviously not wanting to talk about the late queen. Something inside Dante had snapped and suddenly an untapped rage had surfaced from the depths of his heart, and words of hate had burst from his throat. Finally words that he kept inside of himself for so long had finally spewed out.
"I HATE YOU FATHER! YOU NEVER LOOKED AFTER MOTHER, JUST LIKE YOUR NOT LOOKING AFTER VIRGIL AND ME!" Dante had screamed. Tears had started streaming down his pale face and his voice was rasping for air.
Sparda had coldly looked at Dante before responding "I have been training Virgil for his entire childhood. He is the rightful heir to the Sparda bloodline and will be the ruler of the demon world" Sparda maintained his composure and continued speaking. "I merely looked after you for the sake of your late mother, but considering your demon powers have not shown any progress. You no longer have a side by my rule"
Dante's entire body was trembling and he could no longer breathe. Was he hearing correctly? That his father merely looked after him out of debt rather than love? Dante's eyes were no longer focused on his father; his rage receded and was replaced with a new emotion, Misery.
Virgil's composure had been chillingly cool. Almost identical to the mighty Sparda.
"You have much to learn from your brother". Sparda said.
Finally Dante realized something, his eyes pooled with tears but he reluctantly lifted his head to look at his father once more. What he saw will be etched into his memory forever; there stood the true ruler of the demon world and the most powerful demon that had ever lived. His voice was filled with authority and it boomed across the Halls of the palace
"But it is too late for you now Dante. You will return to the Human world where you will no longer be associated with the Sparda Bloodline". Sparda turned to his gaurds.
"Take him… away" Sparda had issued the command and his voiced was filled with spite and it chilled Dante to his very core.
Two Imperial demon guards had taken place behind Dante and had already taken him by the arms. Dante did not struggle and his legs were dragged against the majestic carpets with the sparda emblem upon it.
Virgil had wondered if Dante had fainted from shock.
"Kill..." Virgil for the first time since he had entered the room had turned his gaze from his father and had looked at Dante.
" i will...kill..." The guards had also paused their advances and had surprised looks upon their faces.
"I swear it on my life. That I will kill you" It was Dante who was speaking, his words were hoarse and his throat was choking slightly but his eyes was more intense than ever. Virgil felt that the first time in both their lives that his twin brother had changed from the feeble human he was always tagged since birth. Dante's head was buzzing with excitement and adrenaline rushed throughout his body.
"Just you wait father... I will become the next ruler of the demons". His gaze had once again locked at Sparda's. Not as a son, not as a prince. But as a Human who had experienced the cold realization of living in a demon world.
Virigil looked towards Sparda to see what reaction his father would give. Virgil gasped at the sight before him. His father was chuckling heartedly. Most likely the king had never found such amusement in centuries.
"Finally you realize whose blood runs through your veins... Dante" The image of his father faded from his vision, the strain on his brain had finally peaked and he lost consciousness.
End flash back
That was the last memory of Dante being in the demon world before he had become a permanent resident of the Human world.. At first he was cold and filled with hatred at his failure to prove anything to his father. Maybe his interaction with humans had softened his heart but he knew that half of his blood was actually demon blood it yearned for more than peace, something much crueller.
Dante had returned from his flashback and heavily sighed. Indeed this was a foreign feeling he has not felt a long time since he was the demon prince. He looked at the photo frame which he had unconsciously gripped tightly and looked at the photo again.
"Mother..."
"I'm sorry to interrupt your fantasizing" A voice came across the double front doors, Dante jumped in surprised and nearly fell from his swivel chair. He dropped the photo frame on the floor, shattering the glass to several segments.
"AArgggh. Who the hell... Oh it's just you" Dante fists shook furiously at his clumsiness and turned his gaze to the intruder.
"Trish. What a… pleasant surprise" Dante had began picking the shattered remains of the photo frame in a hope to retrieve the photo. "What brings you to this humble bachelor pad on this dreary day".
Trish had actually been standing in front of the agency for several minutes and had lost patience for Dante's usual slow reaction and had "intruded" upon the unsuspecting gunslinger.
"As usual your Bachelor padnever ceases to impress me" Trish sarcastically spoke while placing herself on one of the chairs.
Dante had sifted through the glasses in order to retrieve the photo and while picking the shards he sneakily stole a look at Trish's direction. Trish was actually a modelled demon of one of Sparda's enemies and the demon baron created her to extract valuable information, which was why she was modelled to look exactly like Dante's late mother.
It was no wonder that the first meeting between Dante and Trish had stirred feelings long forsaken. Trish had no idea that she had been modelled after the Demon King's Partner. She had only one goal that the Baron had implanted on her.
To Gain the trust of the Demon Prince.
In order for Trish to complete her objective she had to return Dante to the world he had once forsaken.
The Demon world
Dante could of had easily just returned to the human world but instead had battled the Baron for the sake of both Demon world and Human world... and for Trish. Although he would never admit it she was definitely one of his closest and trustworthy allies.
"Oh still looking at that old picture?". Trish caught Dante's gaze and had mistaken it for an initiation to talk about the decrypt photo. "I never understand what you see in that photo"
Dante looked at Trish with his mouth dropped slightly and his gaze returned to the photo. Then back to Trish again. He chuckled and shrugged his shoulders.
"Ha-ha me neither Trish". Dante retreated the photo into his coat pocket. He continued to clear the glass shards from the floor when his fingers had briefly grazed something not made out of glass. Dante turned the object over and gripped it with his thumb and the side of his index finger.
It was another photo. The portrait photo was of a girl probably at her early teens. She had blonde flowing hair and gentle pale skin that glowed with her perfect smile.
Dante felt this picture was strangely familiar. But before he could finish his observation of the photo, Trish's voice boomed across the desk.
"You have a client by the way"
Dante slipped the new photo into his side coat pocket. Turning towards Trish and dismissing this new mystery photo.
"Finally found me some work have you?" Dante's mood had returned to the weary tone he would usually wear on quiet days.
"Of course I have. I must do my part in order to make sure the Demon Slayer's skills don't go rusty now, do we?" Trish teased softly.
"Give me a break; my skills can even rival Sparda himself." Dante had boasted, puffing his chest out and thudding his chest with his fist lightly. "So what jobs have you got for me today?"
"I'm only here to escort the client. The request is up to this young lady to decide" Trish gestured towards the agencie's front entrance and there was a teenage girl standing watching the two, most likely she had been there the whole time but didn't want to interrupt the conversation.
"How long are you gonna keep me waiting, grizzly!" The girl announced in an irritated tone.
This sounded more like a statement then a question. Dante was taken slightly aback when she had suddenly appeared without Dante noticing. He dismissed the thought and told himself it was a quiet day and maybe Trish was right, his senses had dulled.
"Sorry, I don't usually keep a beautiful young lady such as yourself waiting" Dante smiled towards the irate figure.
"I came expecting more from the famous demon hunter, but obviously keeping a young maiden such as me waiting in such a dangerous town requires compensation." Puffed the young woman. Her lips parted slightly and a sly smile intruded on her face. "Teehee oh well"
Suddenly her tone and features changed as quickly as a flash.
"Demon Hunter Dante, Demon Hunter Trish. I require your services for a job"
"Angel Ark. The only weapon ever used successfully to battle the king Sparda in the great war between Devils and Angels which caused even the Demon king to retreat" Trish had unknowingly stated in a cold tone that surprised even herself.
"Correct and I am the current Ark holder of that very weapon and wish to hire your assistance" The girl said.
Trish had interjected before Dante could even register this information
"That means you are an Angel. Why would an angel seek the help of Humans?"
The girl replied firmly "But you aren't humans ... are you?"
Dante and Trish eyes wildly flew open and their eyes flew towards the figure in front of them. The little girl no longer seemed like a little girl. Only the music from the jukebox can be heard from the room.
It was now Dante's turn to speak.
"So an Angel seeks the help of a demon to hunt a demon... Correct?"
The angel was surprised at the sudden interjector but regained her composure
"You're more informed then I would have expected. However you are half-wrong, what I request for you demons to do is to hunt Angels" The last parts of the girl's comments were barely audible.
However Trish had turned from her position at lightning speed that even Dante would of been surprised "What infidelity are you suggesting, sweet angel"
"I will explain everything when you accept the request" The girl turned to Dante. Her gaze locked with Dante's.
Dante felt his heart skip a beat but was followed by an unpleasant twinge in his heart.
"So what say you demon hunter Dante. Son of Sparda" the Angel did not hesitate to reveal that she had known that he was the prince of the demon world.
The words from this girl surprised him more than a month's worth of demon slaying. The job had pecked Dante's vigour and the mysterious girl had left an impression on him.
Dante chuckled. He hasn't felt this rejuvenated in a long time. Blood was rushing through his body and his voice was caught at the back of his throat.
"Very well, this humble knight will aid his beautiful princess. What is your name oh beautiful damsel" Dante had dramatically bowed towards the girl and his head hid his features of excitement.
The girl's gentle gaze met Dante's "You may call me Isabelle. Isabelle Hako fune"
As always, please leave a comment or review, i want to improve my writing so my readers can enjoy better stories :3 Anyways peace and hope to write another chapter soon.