Team RVNJ
A/N: I HAD TO REWRITE THIS CHAPTER FROM SCRATCH!
Also! From what I've read, Trish is capable of "Devil Triggering" without going into her Demon form. One of the Developers belives she has one, so it's more astheticly pleasing for her to just go all out while staying in her 'Human' form.
So, I'll be having both Dante and Vergil 'Devil Trigger' while staying in their human form. Dante will be getting a Crimson Red Flame similar to that of 'Vante' from DMC3SE. While Vergil will be getting a Purple-Blue one.
Well, that's all I've got too say right now. Have a few Ideas for later on in the fic, Will have to think them through and see if it melds right with the story.
Well, that's all I have to say for now, LET'S ROCK!
~~~No POV~~~
Legends. Stories scattered through time. Mankind has grown quite fond of recounding the exploits of heroes and villains, forgetting so easily the we are remnants, byproducts, of a forgotten past.
The shattered moon illuminated the city below in a gentle light. It was a sight that brought a sense of calm, peace to those who lived here. However, to the strangers three, a sense of forbodence.
Man, born from dust, was strong, wise, and resourceful, but he was born into an unforgiving world. An inevitable darkness - Creatures of destruction - The creatures of Grimm-set their sights on man and all of his creations. The forces clashed, and it seemed the darkness was intent on returning man's brief existence to the void.
The trio, walking through the streets of the city, took note of some peculiar people. They noticed some had attributes akin to that of animals, while others had limbs of such traits. Looking at eachother, they decided not too question it.
After all, two of them were half demon. It would be hypocritical of them to judge others based on their race, or appearance.
However,even the smallest spark of hope is enough to ignite change, and in time, man's passion, resourcefulness, and ingenuity led them to the tools that would help even the odds. This power was appropriately named 'Dust'.
The trio, deciding that they need to get the layout of the city, had begun to look for a store-preferably one that had a map-or, at the very least, a tour guide who worked the night hours.
Hearing a commontion, they turned a corner to find a human, holding down one of the animal like people, a knife raised. The look of fear in her eyes all too familiar to the three.
But even the most brilliant lights eventually flicker and die. And when they are gone... Darkness will return.
After adequately 'dealing' with the would be assailant-a light punishment as remarked by the one in blue-and simply asking for directions too call it even, She had directed to the only store still open.
A small little shop called "From Dust Till Dawn".
So you may prepare your guardians, build you monuments to a so-called 'Free World', but take heed... there will be no victory in strength.
Thanking them, she left, the trio left. After a bit of walking, they found the store, it's neon sigh giving of a light glow. Before they could take another step towards it, they see the window shatter outwards.
A young girl in a red hood land a few feet away from them. Standing up she looked at the store as men in black, shuffled outside. Grasping the red box at her waist, she spun, brandishing it into a weapon with which it's blade was slammed into the road.
In her other hand-hidden from view of the store owner-she held a pair of headphone. Giving them a light click, she turn off the music playing from them. And as discreetly as she could, hung them from where the box-turned-giant-scythe was mere moments ago.
The trio narrowed their eyes, preparing for an actual.
But perhaps victory is in the simpler things that you've long forgoten. Things that require a smaller, more honest soul.