Ben continued to flee in the sewers, until he could feel the last of his energy starting to leave him. Climbing up a ladder to the surface, he reflected on what he had seen in Hell. He had found his mother had truly died while trapped in there, murdered by her father, Mundus the Demon King, but there was proof of other things as well. Now… he had to keep others safe, other then himself that was… If Vergil, his father, ever found them, or Sparda for that matter, he feared of what they would do to them. Dante might not care, but the other two were a problem.
Reaching the surface, the white haired teen climbed out of the pipe and stumbled to an alleyway, these towns were always deserted and filled with darkness, especially this one, where he had grown up in, under his uncle's nose the entire time. It wouldn't take long for his grandfather to find him, he knew that, but he needed a moment to rest, if only a moment. He had been fighting for his life, and two others, fighting desperately while in the demon world. He was exhausted.
Together us three, we may be able to survive the wrath of our father, and grandfather, he wondered to himself, his wounds already beginning to heal up, from his demon side's blood. He now realized, as his new family did, that without mother, they were besides them three, alone. As much as they had disagreed, he knew his grandfather, the dark knight Sparda, would be awaiting them when they exited the portal. He had told them to wait for a few minutes after he left through it before following him, he wanted Sparda to chase him, and they, being younger, would find a safer place to stay, and lie low and wait for him, their brother to return.
Jaquiline and Mystira were his twin sisters, it had seemed before Vergil had thrown his mother back into the pits of hell, he had once again raped her. And like before, he had gotten her pregnant. This time with twins, and though Ben had not expected to find them, he had. And now with her gone, their mother, he would take care of them.
Ben had rested long enough, he stood up, shakily, but less then before. He was sure his grandfather was on his heels. He had no time to waste. Ben hefted his new sword, which he had stolen from his other cursed grandfather, and swung it about to rest in a hilt on his back, like his uncle, Dante. Destruction was what Mundus had called this sword, and so the name stayed, for the name of such power could not be changed.
The blade itself was not much unlike Rebellion in appearance, besides the fact that the skulls on the hilt had more fangs and claws then the other sword. It was longer in length, but thinner, like Yamato, though it far heavier in comparison.
The fourteen year old looked out of the alleyway cautiously, then began to run down the deserted sidewalk, all the stores here were long closed down, the signs to them falling apart, the window shops dirty and molded. He had to be sure that Sparda had been lost, before going to meet up with his sisters. They were young, compared to him, only seven years of age, the same age he had been when he had first lost his mother.
Looking back, he saw the tower Teminigru, the dark clouds around it continued to surge with red lightening, the portal may have been closed, but was still active. If another willing demon found it, it could easily be reopened.
Where to head to now, wandering aimlessly will get me found easily, and with the seal gone… Ben thought to himself. He knew Vergil was most likely still hanging around somewhere, the old library was in this huge city, the library that held the history of the demons, though mortals were not aware of such a thing.
And now that he had removed the seal that his grandfather had forced upon him, his own demonic powers had returned, but also his protection. It confused him why the dark knight had done such a thing to him, giving him protection but also restricting him from use of his powers. Nevertheless, he still didn't trust him.
If Sparda wanted his grandson's trust, he would have to prove it. After all, Ben was the grandson of Mundus, the evil Demon King, the Dark Knights greatest foe and enemy.
The teen turned, not hearing or seeing, but sensing, someone was following him. Who though? Dante would follow out of interest, Vergil out of hatred and murderous intent, his grandfather, he wasn't sure yet…
He paused, he was too exhausted to outrun anyone now, he had been able to escape momentarily before, but now they had him in the open. Whoever it was, if they wanted a fight, they would have one, with the power of the demons, the grandson of the Dark Knight Sparda and Mundus the Demon King.
Dante appeared on the building next to him, up high on the roof. His uncle hadn't changed in the seven years, except for growing a slight stubble of a beard.
"Heya kid, haven't seen you in a while. Where you been hiding, hunh?" Dante asked him. The half-devil uncle wore nearly the same clothes, in the same style, of course with the red jacket as always his trademark.
"Been floating around. None of your business, Uncle." Ben said, a haughty tone to his voice. It was difficult to impress adults, but he had to do so, if anyone else was observing him, they would feel his demonic power radiating from him, and he had to make them think it was not untapped, that he could control it.
Ben turned, and began to walk away, he knew his uncle would follow, if only out of his pissed off attitude, and not curiousity.
Dante leapt down and walked up closer, until Ben turned to glare at him as he strode.
"Shoo fly. I have work to do." Ben said. His uncle was staring at his sword, for no doubt the devil had seen it before. The teen smirked at him, the realization was coming to his uncle of what the weapon was.
"Where'd you get that sword…?" Dante asked, though he most likely knew. The older demon had stopped, and had reached behind him towards his own Rebellion.
"Did you really think I'd leave mother alone, in the pits of Hell, without trying to save her…. Even with the seal that grandfather had placed on me? I have too much of the demon blood in me, I don't give up easily." Ben said. Now of course his uncle would think that he had become like Vergil, a corrupted demon.
"My time spent in Hell was not fruitless, though mother is dead. Mundus killed her many years ago… I have the Demon Emperor's Greatest weapon and sword… Destruction!" Ben said, as his uncle pulled Rebellion out of its hilt into a fighting stance.
"Like father like son… And I thought you were different, how ridiculous of me, ah what a shame." Dante said sarcastically.
"The filth named Vergil is not my father… If you wish to see the power of the two greatest demon's heir, then I shall show it!" Ben removed the sword from it's case, his black leather coat with white fur trimmings swirling about as he moved.
Unbeknownst to both the half-blooded demons below, Sparda watched as his son and grandson began to face off. He shook his head, Vergil would be here soon for sure, such a surge of demonic power from the realm of demons could not be ignored by his other son.
