Wow I'm so sorry to anyone who has been waiting on this fic to continue. Honestly the last year (and then some) has been so hectic that I couldn't find the time to throw myself into DMC. But because of your overwhelming patience I just revamped my never released third chapter to bring you back in the fold. Without further ado, let's continue…
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6 Months Ago
Dante didn't hesitate; he rushed at Vergil with overwhelming speed and forced the devil out of Devil May Cry so that their conflict wouldn't harm Lady or Trish. Vergil was so taken he couldn't even force his angered brother to release his hold as they jetted another mile away from the shop before he let go. The dark slayer stumbled to catch his footing more startled by Dante's power than impressed. While he had sought everything and gained nothing, his once childish brother appeared as his superior. But this was a fact the dark slayer was determined to prove wrong.
"After everything I've gone through," Dante began, regressing from his demonic form, "I never imagined things would turn out this way. I held on to the hope that maybe you were alive… that some essence of your humanity had survived Mundus evil and you'd return to me as the brother you were. Before our mother's death but…"
Dante became silent, summoning Force Edge from his own will and power. He stared down the still demonically charged Vergil with a cold conviction; a glance he would give an enemy. The air around him seemed to heat up from his mind shattering intensity, pushing out across the area. Vergil couldn't even grasp it.
"You are not my better Dante…!" Vergil thought, sheathing Yamato and taking stance to release Judgment Cut. However, before the slayer couldn't even draw his blade Dante was poised beside him with his hand on Yamato's hilt. "How could he have stopped Yamato's release…?" Vergil stood baffled as Dante shot him a blank stare before grinding Yamato through his sheath like ligament on his arm.
Vergil groaned out in pain as he teleported a distance away from Dante losing his demonic form. His left arm was drenched in blood and looked like it was torn out of place by Dante's assault. The distraught devil watched as his brother took hold of Yamato and tossed down Force Edge before his feet as if it were worthless.
"There, you wanted it," Dante taunted, etching his way closer. "Pick it up! Fight me…!"
Dante didn't wait to strike and dashed towards Vergil with Yamato raised in his hand. The dark slayer fumbled to pick up his father's keepsake to fend off Dante's attack. When they clashed it was certain who had the upper hand. Dante's natural aura simply dominated the atmosphere.
"You held back this much of your power against Aeolus…" Vergil stated to Dante's silence.
Even though he was a shell of his former self when facing Aeolus he hadn't gotten over the demon's words. She used him as a pawn like Arkham and Mundus had once did. But unlike them she never acknowledged his potential for greatness while Dante's 'will' alone demanded it.
"Dante…!" Vergil yelled, pushing forth with all his might to negate Yamato's power. "Why can't I win…?"
Dante teleported to Vergil's right cutting the hand that held the Force Edge with no contest from his brother. The dark slayer fell to the ground panting uncontrollably unable to pick himself up off of the ground. It was like he had given up; Dante was disappointed.
"Pathetic," the hunter claimed, thrusting Yamato into the ground beside Vergil.
"Dan…te… Kill me," Vergil managed as tears began to roll down his face, mixing with the blood draining from his hand and arm. "I can't live… with these demons inside my head…"
Dante paused looking back at his brother. The desperation and pain settle on his face was so great, the likes Dante had never saw before. It was unnerving seeing his brother this way. "Dante… little brother…" Words echoed in his mind of the past before the loss of Eva, their mother. It was the thing they shared in common more than anything: their humanity. It was the same bond that allowed Dante to continue to walk away from his brother.
"On Hsuado Rin, I thought you had accepted your humanity…" Dante thought. A single tear ran down the side of his face. It felt like he had loss his brother a third time. No, this wasn't the same. Dante felt like he was brother was still dead.
"DANTE…! COME BACK HERE…!" Vergil pleaded despite his brother already leaving his sight.
"How weak are you… yearning for your dear brother's help; still bitching over your father's power; still moaning about your mother's death…"
All of a sudden, a mysterious hand forced Vergil's head into the pool of his own blood then grinded down like the knight was worthless. The figure kneeled down and hovered over Vergil like a vulture waiting out his suffering. As it moved into Vergil's sight revealing its identity, the son of Sparda didn't seem at all surprised while it mocked him with laughter.
"Don't worry my prince… Because I will never leave your side…" the apparition claimed, kissing Vergil on his bloody lips before fading away into the shadows of Vergil's mind. "Not until death do us part…"
Present Day
"Dante… Dante… are you still there?" Trish called through the phone, breaking Dante out of his reminiscent trance.
He was still lost to why Vergil wished to fight him but that had become a distant memory. Six months had passed since he had seen either of his brothers, Trish or Lady; Trish being the only one to make an effort to stay in contact. This time period reminded him of before Devil May Cry was given a name; when it was just him, alone. In the beginning it felt like a vacation but recently it felt like purgatory especially since Lady brought in most of his business. In simplest terms, he was bored.
"Yeah," he shook off his weariness, "What's up."
The renowned devil hunter had been in lax mode for a couple of days now. Basically: sitting in the same spot with his feet propped up on the desk, ordering the occasional dozen pizzas and taking a quick shower here and there. Almost like clockwork.
"You're so lost sometimes," she stated the obvious; "I said that I found Hel & Ne-" the connection was suddenly broken.
Dante lifted up slightly to see the phone cord was somehow cut and then simply hung it up before leaning back again. At his door was a strange man with thin black hair that was combed to the side and strange silver eyes. The former assured that he wasn't human despite his black suede apparel. Dante didn't give the devil much attention and just gave his usual suggestion to people who came into the shop.
"Left to the back and flush twice; plumbings bad."
In an instance, the silver eyed man had appeared behind Dante admiring Rebellion pinned in the wall. He seemed uncaring to Dante's words but Dante's patience for the intolerable silence of his presence was rapidly declining.
"My name is Aamon," the man presented as if he was asked, rubbing his finger over Rebellion's blade.
"O…Kay…" Dante said hesitantly, "You mind not touching that one, it's not for sell."
"Hmm…," he looked around the room taking in the sight of the other weapons scattered about the room. "I can't say I've ever seen this many devil arms in one gathering."
Dante remained silent.
"But this one seems like something 'more' than the others," Aamon pointed out as his eyes returned to Rebellion. "Wouldn't you agree?"
"Nice to know you did your homework," Dante finally set up, "yet I'm curious to know what such a smart individual as yourself can gain from this fine establishment?"
The strange devil teleported to the middle of the shop; now wielding a black hilt katana, which had a blade on the reverse side, he seemed unaware of his own movement. Still, Dante remained nonchalant to Aamon's presence, only taking notice of his awkward weapon.
"This katana is one of the four dark blades bred from Yamato, your brother's sword."
"As interesting as that is," Dante sat up sitting his arm on the desk, "Neither one of them are-"
"Do you know of the woman by the name Trinity?" Aamon cut him off.
"I'm sure you're going to tell me," Dante laid his head in his hands.
"She was a goddess whose power was feared throughout the underworld because of her uncanny talent to bend time itself. Yet she fell in love with the very thing she hated most, a devil. I actually believe you know this devil quite intimately."
Aamon raised his hand towards Dante, who braced himself for the worst. All of sudden, a phantom image of the Legendary Dark Knight Sparda appeared before him. The ghostly image began to rotate before Dante as Aamon moved his hand out to side creating another image. This time, however, the phantom mirrored Trinity.
"Tell me Dante," Aamon continued, "Could you imagine the chaos that would ensue if these two ever made a unholy union? Or do you already know someone that fits that description…?"
Aamon cut through the images with his katana and within a blink of the eye Dante was standing in front of him holding Ivory at his head. "I hate people who talk too much; especially those who talk more than me."
"So you're uninterested in your father's true legacy…" the mysterious devil spoke unworriedly, closing his eyes as if he were disappointed. "Maybe I should have spoken to Vergil instead."
Dante flinched at the mention of his brother's name allowing Aamon the brief instance needed to break away from Ivory's barrel. Dante quickly recanted, unloading eight rounds out towards Aamon but they were deflected by Aamon's katana. Upon closer inspection, however, Dante realized that there was no spark from the katana when his rounds were deflected almost they were negated.
Aamon's still expression remained while he and Dante stared off, "So, he actually saw the effects of the Gekitai Yamato and its effects to negate demonic energy. No matter, that simply means I was wrong for questioning my king's selection of Dante as my target."
Dante jumped back towards the wall and grabbed Rebellion's hilt teleporting above Aamon to drive down his blade with all his power. But with the Gekitai, Aamon managed to block the Helm Breaker even tossing Dante back with its negation ability. The devil hunter didn't let up though; rebounding of his desk, which crashed apart against the wall, he jousted forward with his broad sword.
"How keen… the Gekitai can't effectively counter physical demonic energy like Rebellion. To have seen its flaws so quickly; regardless, I'm not one to rely solely on the power of a sword."
Aamon immediately discarded the Gekitai Yamato, throwing it off to which it shimmered away, simultaneously putting forth his hand to shield him from Dante's attack. As the two clashed a shockwave echoed from between them causing the walls to crack on either side to the ceiling. Dante was more than surprised when he saw Rebellion stopped by an orb of light within Aamon's hand, despite the impact causing the former to cough out blood.
"During the true war in the underworld my kind used these precious stones to seal off some of the strongest devil arms power yet they still lost," Aamon shared. Suddenly light spanned out across Rebellion's blade like chains. When it faded, strange symbols remained crossed over the devil hunter's blade and he fell on its hilt as its weight got the better of him. "I couldn't imagine what sealing a half demon's devil arm would do to said demon. But I suppose you'll enlighten me soon enough."
Dante began feeling ill and tired; his clothes seemed heavy and hot as sweat started to drip from his pores. Yet the defiant devil refused to stay down, managing to regain his balance. Aamon just stood there while Dante walked forward dragging his weapon just slightly above the ground. He clutched onto Aamon's neck transforming to his demonic state. Aamon just effortlessly tossed his hand aside walking away while Dante reverted back to his human state.
"That little stunt was unnecessary," Aamon thought opening the doors of Devil May Cry. He took one last glance back at Dante on one knee barely conscious before walking outside. "Still, it's apparent that he's your father."
Short and sweet; just the way I like them.Anyways you may have noticed that I removed "Origins" as I had previously stated I was going to do a two in one story. But after a year and a half of thought I've decided that adding a second story will just clutter up the story. Now I just hope my return is permanent and I can finish this trilogy.
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