Raven's eyes were filled with hatred and sadness, her expressions dancing along the two emotions, circling them feverishly. Raven had faint hate towards Starfire. But temptation wasn't needed. Raven and Starfire had been friends ever since the beginning of the team, and Raven knew that Robin was in love with Starfire.
No comings or goings were going to interrupt them. Raven had teleported to the city, far from the moment she knew she would break down and cry. She rubbed her eyes viciously as she blindly strolled down the sidewalk, her hood down, showing her long purple hair and violet eyes.
The streets were empty of the day's inhabitants, and she felt the cold crisp air brush against her cheek. She flickered open her eyes to hear the faint clash of sword against sword. She glanced at her surroundings throroughly. She found she was near Dante's shop.
The alleyways were unwelcoming, the intersection longing to leave existence. She was definitely on the corner of Dante's agency. She stealthily crept around the corner, in hopes of seeking Dante at his fighting work. Instead, there lay the two demonic twins, silver hair, swords swinging against each other, pure hatred written all over ther faces.
Dante was barley tiring as he clashed his sword against his brother's, his strength beginning to evaporate. He felt an unfamiliar presence, and took a swift glance around, the streets empty of anybody except the two of them. He sensed…someone else watching them.
At the moment, Vergil took advantage by attempting to thrust the Yamato Katana into his brother's torso, but it was stopped by Dante swinging his own Rebellion in a wide arc, cutting off his. The crustatious hatred sprung between them once more.
"What do you want with all that power, anyway?" Dante quirked.
"To rule this realm. To have all that power, to be a son of Sparda is a gift. Too bad you see it your father's way." Vergil broke way, and Dante's sword was flung out of his grasp. The rain threateningly came, the rain boring down on the two of them. Vergil's hair lost it's spike, and fell, for the moment, Dante and Vergil had every reason to be seen as twins.
Dante retrieved his sword, only mere inches from his wrist and swung it in his brother's direction. Vergil blocked it. Dante returned several swift series of stabs in a swift succession. His brother blocked every single one of them.
"No!" Raven shrieked from her position at the corner. Both demons glanced at her, their stance still helt stiffly.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Dante demanded. He blocked Vergil's attempted swing of the Katana. "Get out of here!"
"Dante!" Raven hollered through the thunder that echoed across the city.
"I said…"
"I won't!"
"Get…" Dante blocked a series of stabs of Vergil's Katana. "Out…"
"Dante!" She yelled, all three of them aware that her powers don't affect demons. A birdarang ricochet off Vergil's sword. They quickly glanced at the street, where Robin stood alledgedly solo. Nobody else was with him.
"Damn it, what's is with you guys?" Dante managed, cradling the handle in his hand and thrusting it into Vergil's torso. Vergil was thrown back with the force, but quickly recovered, the Katana swinging inches from Dante's head. "Get out of here!" He demanded, swinging the Rebellion in a wide arc.
Robin sprang from his perch and retrived two birdarangs, which changed into a long slender sword. Vergil turned around venemously and thrust his Katana into Robin's. Raven felt helpess, watching the three fight. Dante twisted his sword to use his free hand to shove Robin out of the way.
Vergil yeilded his sword, then Dante attempted to thrust his brother in the heart, but Vergil narrowly jerked to his side, the sword missing him by inches, then thrust his Katana into Robin's shoulderblade.
Robin hollered, writhing in agony, then he fell to his knees, the blood dripping in handfuls. Vergil watched with satisfication, until Dante's rebellion slung across the Katana, knocking it out of Robin's shoudler. Robin shuddered, clutching it, teeth tightly clenched.
"Robin!" Raven shrieked, holding her head stiffly down. Vergil used the same technique of handle to Dante, cradling the handle of his Katana to thrust it into Dante's torso. His force threw Dante back, and Dante retrieved his gun, aiming it mercilessly towards Vergil.
But he dodged all several of them, curling back and aiming his fist into Robin's face. Robin cringed, then weilded his sword single-handedly. With fury, Robin swung his sword swiflty at Vergil. He took the moment, and Vergil slicked his sword across Robin's chest.
Robin reeled back, the scar had cut through his clothes and more blood was dripping. He fell, losing more pints than he thought.
Vergil wheeled back to face Dante. He was standing stiffly, watching Robin fall. Dante charged, the sword dragging on the pavement. He widley attempted to pierce Vergil, but he blocked it, and they came face to face, the swords scratching at each other.
Wordlessly, Vergil unexpectedly twisted back, and thrust his Katana forward with force, and it threw Dante's Rebellion back, flung away from his grasp. The Rebellion landed yards away, but that left Dante unarmed.
Vergil thrust his sword into Dante's heart. Dante hunched over the sword, its edge blood covered, protruding from his back. Vergil's Katana had clearly reached its fate. Vergil jerked the sword out of him, and Dante threw his head back, the pain to much.
Vergil reached out and snatched the ruby pendant from Dante's neck. As he fell back, the chain ripped apart, the chain severing in two. Vergil now had both pendants, both power. And all he needed.
Dante grimaced, turning his head slowly to gaze at the beautiful mage. She was yelling Dante's name, yet he could barley hear it. His eyes fell to Vergil, who turned around, and thrust the Katana back into Dante's heart. That was all that Dante saw left.
Raven's eyes widened with fear as Vergil jerked the Katana out of Dante's heart for the second time, Vergil glancing at Raven. The Katana still in hand, he approached her widely, and her powers were abruptly useless.
"Azarath Metrion Zinthos!" She hollered, but the tendrils of telekinetic power surged through him like smoke.
"It's not going to work, Raven. The portal for the Temen-ni-gru is needed, and I will kill you, wether you like it or not." He twisted the Katana so its bloody edge faced her.
"No!" She backed away, the edge glinting against the faint moonlight. "You don't have to do this!" She shrieked as she felt the brick wall against her back.
"It's the only way. You're part demon, Raven. You have to live your destiny. You will always be known amongst your history as a mere portal, from the moment you opened your eyes to the moment I closed them. A footstool, the demon's puppet. You have the capacity, Raven. The power to do what fate's fantasies play out for you. Your day is now." Vergil tightly clenched the Katana in his hand.
Robin lifted his head, hearing his statements. A gasp of fear was emit from her lips, and he weakly watched Vergil approach her. Robin clenched his teeth, and snatched the sword beside him, feeling the blood pour out. He didn't care.
A pained groan escaped Dante's mouth, and his eyes split open meekly, his heart burning with vein. Something else stronger than the unrevealed emotion awoken him. His cyan eyes glazed over to Vergil approaching Raven.
"No, bastard." Dante's chest surged with pain, but he stood up, feeling the demonic blood course through his veins. Nobody was going to die tonight.
The rain was still in process, the thunder echoing in the distance, and the lightning streaking across the sky.
Vergil walked over to her, in wide strides, his eyes showing no expression, as if a mask hid the real one.
"Azarath Metrion Zin…" Raven's voice grew faint. What was happening?
"Azarath Met…" Her chakra was causing too much pain. She glanced up at him, he was near.
"Az..a..ra..th." She couldn't even speak. Robin fell to his knees, clutching his chest, he was lost too many pints of blood, it gave him his all to stay with eyes open. The devil trigger was working its way through Dante's blood. His eyes were flooding with vermillion, the red overtaking the iris, his pupils shrinking.
Vergil was there. He was standing at lovers distance between their faces, Raven's eyes closed tightly, shutting back the tears. The burn stung at her heart, the yeilding pain scathing against her will.
"Don't," She whispered. Vergil wordlessly held the sword up above him, the Katana glimmering in the moonlight. Robin fell to his stomach, glancing up at them, the blood encircling him in a pool. He was on the verge of dying. He gazed back at them, one hand outstretched.
"Raven!" He whispered. Vergil brought the sword down with force, and his final attempt was with without mercy. Dante's breathing abruptly stopped, intaking a breath, the demonic blood flooded him.
Vergil thrust the sword through her heart. The moment lingered on, the Katana's edge proturding from her back. The blade pierced right through her. The deadly essence unspeakable. Raven lurched forward, her eyes closed, her hands wrapped around the blade in front of her.
She opened her eyes to see the moon tucked in between the clouds. A tear fell from her cheek.
"I'm sorry," She whispered. Vergil twisted the sword out of her heart, and she fell to her knees, her vision blurring, the light ebbing away, darkness condensing in front of her.
