Disclaimer:- I don't own DMC, it's characters, or anything else here that someone else does. All I own is a select few OCs, including Tailor, Crìnge and Pontius.

Joe: What do you know, I actually have nothing so say. Except this, just to acknowledge the fact that I have nothing to say. Kind of contradictory, but there you go.


Vergil took a quick scan of the room. He wanted to be sure that no-one was watching him. He carefully took out the diary and opened it. The handwriting was difficult to read, but recognisable when enough concentration was exerted. He closed it and walked out with it.

He walked up to the librarian.

"I'd like a lend of this," he stated.

The old lady didn't seem to hear him. She just kept on with whatever she was doing. Vergil stood there waiting.

"Today, please?" he asked coldly.

The old lady blinked once, then tilted her head upwards. She licked her lips, dampening the blistered skin, then spoke.

"Just a second, there deary…my mind aint what it used to be…" she spoke almost at a whisper.

She slowly bent over and searched for a sheet of paper on which he would sign the book out with his signature.

Vergil tapped his foot on the ground with impatience. He only wanted this book, then to get the hell out of here. He scowled as the old lady picked up a sheet of paper, then squinted at it with bespectacled eyes to check whether this was the sheet or not.

"Sign here," she squeaked as she held out a pen.

Vergil snatched it off her, then hurriedly scribbled down his signature. He didn't bother thanking her before his hand met the doorknob of the entrance.

It was still evening, much to his surprise. He wondered whether the other two where still drinking. It was possible, he reasoned as he walked cheerfully down the street way.

He opened the book that he had just obtained. As what was mentioned before, the handwriting was difficult to read, and impossible for most. For, the entire manuscript was written in Lìstook, the ancient language of the demons. Vergil was almost sure that he was one of the few remaining beings in the world to understand it, and was therefore necessary for finding out it's contents.

Vergil read through the title of the first page. It was dated: 16th November A.D.

Even though 'A.D' had not been invented yet, it was the date that Vergil assumed it to be. As he read through the first paragraph, he realised that this was not just a summary of Sparda's visit to the island, but a complete diary of the entire war. The addition of the Guardians of Vie De Marli made so great an impact on the war, Sparda must have decided to name the diary after them.

He skipped over to the last page. It seemed to end when Sparda gave a final visit to the island, and the homecoming of the warriors. He finished his diary and left it behind with the words: "My Job is finished. Though my true power is locked away, it does not end here. I will settle down in the human world and slay the demons that managed to escape the wrath of the war and of the seal…"

His cheerfulness turned to anxiety when he noticed Dante and Tailor giving orders to the soldiers. His reading halted at an abrupt stop. He shut the book and he put some swiftness to his step and strode over to the group. Dante turned his head to him, a look of reassurance on his face.

"What's the situation?" Vergil queried.

"We were just about to leave to some mansion over there," Tailor answered, nodding his head in the general direction of the mansion "A soldier went missing there, and was supposedly treated with hostility."

Vergil nodded. He joined the people as they marched westward.


The mansion came into sight after around an hours march. The perimeters were an awesome sight, made entirely of what looked like marble and were treble the height of either of the twins. The gate though, was made of some black substance.

They came into reach of the gate. Suddenly, a speaker operated to their right.

"Who is it?…I'm busy now…What do you want?!" came an angry voice.

Dante held his hand out, signalling silence. He didn't want the man on the other side to know their motives, as he might react with violence.

Dante inspected the large black gate. He ran a hand down it. It was smooth. The two sides of the gate seemed to meld into each other. He slammed his fist against it as hard as he could.

His hand was deflected just as he hit it. His face broke into a frown.

"Cursed by something," he stated as he turned to face the others "We aren't dealing with humans here."

There was some distressed murmurs coming from the crowd. This was not going to be easy. Tailor seemed unaffected by this news.

"So what? There are other ways to get in beside the gate," he said with confidence in his voice.

"How?" Vergil asked.

Tailor walked up to the marble wall surrounding the house. He slammed his fist into it. Nothing happened.

Dante nodded and a plan formed in his mind. He called out an order.

"We need explosives on that wall, now!" he bellowed.

There was some scuffling about as some soldiers did his bidding. Dante grinned, yet again. They were going to blow their way in.

Vergil studied the mansion. He could sense an unbelievably large amount of power radiating from it. Whatever was in there, he knew, would be ready for a fight, and not be expecting defeat. He also knew that there was a large chance of him and the others dieing.

He turned his attention to Dante. Dante seemed to be facing the same worries. His face was stuck in an anxious appearance.

Suddenly, Tailor tapped his shoulder. Vergil nodded to show that he was listening. Tailor tapped again.

"What?!" Vergil rudely remarked, turning to face him.

His face lightened when he saw what Tailor was holding. He suppressed a chuckle.

Tailor was holding the gun that Vergil had fired a bullet of on the ship. Tailors face was, to put it mildly, irritated.

"Remember, Vergil, when I told you to take care of this?" he almost spat.

Vergil could no longer hold a straight face. He nodded while he smirked.

"Tell me why, Vergil, why did you decide to cast this to the ground after one shot?" Tailor continued "Why did you even find it necessary to throw it to the ground in the first place?"

"Well…" Vergil answered "You know that I don't like guns…"

Tailor didn't care. He thrust the firearm into Vergil's arms.

"Betsy's yours now. In a month I will check on her condition. If she has been unused, or damaged, so help me I'll…" he said in an annoyed tone.

Vergil snorted.

"Betsy?"

Tailors face hardened even more.

"She's yours now. Take care of her." he spoke this in a way that allowed him to spit at Vergil every so often.

He saluted and walked off. Vergil only looked at the contraption that lay in his hands.

Dante walked over.

"Letting you keep it, is he?" he said lightly.

Vergil's face was appalled.

"Letting? He's demanding!"

Dante snatched Betsy off of Vergil.

"If you don't want it, I'll take it." Dante then turned and walked away.

Vergil grimaced. He stopped Dante in his tracks and yanked Betsy out of his grasp.

"I'll take her" he snapped, adding special emphasis to the 'her'.

Then, out of pure stubbornness towards his brother than anything else, Vergil stomped away. He would show them…this gun would get some use.

The demolition team was ready. They went up to a section of the wall and set up a bomb there. The bomb was called C3, one of the most powerful ones used in the military. It was plastic, and could be moulded into any shape. Of course, due to it's blast radius, only a minuscule amount was used.

The crowd stood well back, only close enough to have the mansion and it's wall within sight. The C3 had been set to explode within two minutes. The military waited patiently. Dante yawned and made himself comfortable in the underbrush that some of them were hiding in. Vergil just stared at the wall with unblinking eyes, his eyes fixed to the area that should be blown up. After what seemed like ages, Tailor nudged them.

"Five…" he whispered to the twins.

"Four…"

"Three"

"Two"

"one!"

BANG!!

There was a cloud of smoke above where the section of wall once was. Dante stood up for a better view as the smoke began to separate.

Tailor and the twins squinted their eyes to improve their sight. Then, they were disappointed.

The wall was still there.


The entire room went silent. The sound of an explosion could be heard coming from directly outside.

Pontius walked over to the large window and squinted out. He could see the smoke from above his outer wall.

"It seems…" he said slowly, as usual "…that we have some unwanted company"

This statement was redundant to the other occupants of the room. Quite a lot of them had acute senses, and could tell that there was a large amount of humans outside. And, two entities that seemed weak at first, but had immense power when you looked close enough along with the humans.

The whole order stood up, all of them reading each others minds. Quite literally, in some cases.

"Sit down," Crìnge ordered "Our guards should be enough to deal with them, and if not, we shall simply make more."

His confident voice reassured some of the unsure beings there. They all sat down, knowing that they could trust Crìnge. He was the unofficial leader of the order, whether he was aware of it or not. He had always been the one giving advice and council to others of the order.

Vlad however, wanted in on the action. He remained standing, his pale skin a light shade of red due to the fire beside.

"I do not know about you," he spoke in his distinct Romanian accent "But I vant to deal with these humans myself, and if anybody vants to join me, then they can stand up now!"

Nobody else stood up. Vlad was never the most obedient of the order, and the others were perfectly happy to abide by Crìnge's advice.

Swiftly turning his back in temper, Vlad stormed out of the room.

Crìnge closed his eyes, a look of hurt on his face. Pontius' eyes showed concern.

"What is the matter?" he slowly asked.

Crìnge's eyes remained shut as he responded.

"You do realise," he said "That was probably the last time that we will ever have gotten to see Vlad."

"So," a member of the order asked "You do not believe that he can succeed?"

Crìnge shook his head with sorrow and in reply.

"No. He has committed the same deed that past comrade Mundus did, and he is most likely to meet the same fate."


Dante lost his temper as he paced up and down beside the wall. The wall was cursed to, he thought. These people are really paranoid, and really irritating.

He stopped and took in several deep breaths in an effort to calm himself down. He stared into the crimson sunset.

Even though it needed to be done, this was not his primary mission. He had made no headway on the Guardian picture. The only one that he had ever actually met was Matier, the presumed mother of a past client of his. Though Matier was ancient and Dante didn't even know whether she was still alive or not. Probably broken a hip by now, he thought as he sat down.

Lucia didn't count, she was created by some rich guy called Arius. Dante wasted no time in killing him, as was his mission. Dante froze as he inwardly cursed all of the profanities that he was aware of. He had never received his pay from Lucia.

She owed him…

But then again, he had no idea where she lived now. If he did he would have headed straight there in the first place (After a pint or two in 'Vie De Barley') as it was the only way that he could think of to find some Guardian members.

Matier's and Lucia's house had been blown up though, and he hadn't a clue as to where they were now. In fact, he had never found out what exactly had blown up the house in the first place. He had never asked, as "by the way, why did your house blow up?" didn't seem like a good conversation starter. Dante had learned a lesson on that subject. Once, when he was young, he had tried to chat up a woman from Japan, and had managed to bring up the subject of the war. At first, she didn't mind too much. Dante had thought that she was enjoying the conversation and pressed on.

He had received a slap to the face within the next five minutes.

Meanwhile, Tailor was showing Vergil the functions that he had customised Betsy to be compatible to use.

It was possible to switch from full auto fire, semi auto, and when needed, three-shot bursts. The semi auto was supposedly handy for sniping, as only one bullet was fired at a time. Three shot burst was for melee situations where you were low on ammunition. It meant that you could fire all you liked, allowing you to fire enough bullets to kill an un-armoured soldier but altered the firing frequency so that you wouldn't empty the round as quickly.

At the moment, Tailor was showing Vergil how to apply the suppressor. Tailor had customised the gun himself to be able to fit it on. Also, on the gun there were several slots. Tailor said that you could put on several cases for camouflage. He had some locked away somewhere else, though. You could put on a leaf-pattern for in the jungle, put on a muddy brown when in the dirt, and sandy colour for desert-ops. Also, he was experimenting with others, such as ones that disguised the gun as a suitcase, but leaving a hole in the side to fire out of.

This gun was customised to perfection.

Tailor beamed with pride as Vergil equipped the suppressor and shot off a butterflies wing without anybody nearby noticing. Vergil smirked, then took out a concealed dagger, then cut into the front of it. Tailor's face went ballistic.

"Wh-what do you think you're doing?!" he hissed as Vergil made a deep slit just under the barrel.

Vergil didn't reply. When he was satisfied with his handiwork, he fitted the dagger into the slit he made. It stuck tight, it was a perfect fit.

Vergil lifted Betsy. He had made it so that he could stab people with it, when an enemy got close enough.

Tailor nodded in understanding, though still felt slightly hurt. Vergil had just made a hole in his favourite weapon ever. He would have killed anybody else for doing that.

Then, to everyone's amazement, the gates slowly opened, and the sound of marching was heard. Tailor brought himself to full attention.

"Stand back!" he barked "Stand back and arm yourselves!"

The soldiers stood to attention and went back a distance from the gate, then took out their guns. They formed into positions, then Tailor joined them and stood at the front. Dante and Vergil exchanged anxious glances and joined the group. They both sensed something extremely powerful on the other side, and countless other lesser demons. Lesser compared to the other one, though. Dante didn't recognise the aura of these. They had around the power of a Frost, which was an extremely agile and diligent soldier.

For some reason, they always reminded Dante of Predators, the famous movie aliens that hunted humans for fun.

He focused on the slowly opening gate and left that track of thought. This was no time for that. He could think of movies some other time. Now was the time for action.

Finally, the door was fully open, but nothing could be seen on the other side. Dante and Vergil frowned. They could both sense something extremely powerful there, as well as scores of other medium-to-high strength others.

Then, suddenly, a large group of bats flew out of nowhere. This got some surprised glances from the military. It was only sunset.

Then, the bats flew into a cluster and appeared to become one large mass of bats. Dante gripped Ebony and Ivory tight. He had seen this happen once before, when he had fought the lightning demon known as Nevan. They were obviously dealing with an extremely high ranking demon here.

Then, the bats formed into a human shaped figure, then they suddenly morphed into each other, deleting their bat-like image. A man stood before them now.

His skin was palest white, and his eyes were orange. He was dressed in all black. His tailcoat trailed back for a while.

The figure closed his eyes and raised his hand into the air. Another cluster of bats appeared and formed into a black blade. The blade was curved in several places, making an almost wave-like design. The blade had a twisted handle like Force Edge, but the two stoppers were formed in the shape of bat wings.

He opened his eyes and clicked his free hand.

Dante brought Ebony and Ivory upwards and pointed them at the air in front of the man in impulse. His received a chill down his spine when he saw something strange happen.

From out of mid-air appeared leagues of soldiers unlike any of the twins had ever seen. They wore black spiked armour and had an uncovered arm with a tattoo on it. Their blade was peculiar as well, which was almost like a staff. Their mask was merely a black face guard with holes here and there for them to breath through. There were no holes for the eyes. (Full summary of these on previous chapter)

Dante gulped. He had watched the Predator movies way too many times.

He glanced around him. The other soldiers were all unnerved like he was. Vergil simply had a frown on his face. Tailors words sounded in his mind, and he unequipped the suppressor and the detachable scope and put full-auto on Betsy.

Vergil knew who this man in black was. He was something of a legend, actually. He went by the name of Vlad, more commonly known as Vlad the Impaler. Even more commonly known as Dracula the vampire.

Vlad's mouth twisted upwards into a grin, and he clicked his fingers again.

In perfect unison, the dark soldiers raised their blades and saluted the military. Then, in just as perfect unison, as if they had all rehearsed this, they charged.

Tailor nervously turned back to his soldiers. The dark soldiers outnumbered them by scores. If only the US had sacrificed more soldiers for the mission…

"Right," he said with a faltering voice "let's show these bastards what we got. Don't give any mercy or quarter, as I don't think you'll get any. No prisoners, no holding back."

The dark soldiers were at the gate by now, and only a small distance from the military, the navy and the US SEALS.

Tailor was sweating madly. He had never felt so nervous before battle, not even during his first one.

Vergil checked his clip, as Tailor had instructed. He was full. Gulping, he raised Betsy to aim at the incoming enemy.

Dante whirled his dual handguns on his fingers, then pointed them at the approaching evil.

With a final roar, Tailor took up his shotgun and ran towards the enemy, most his men following suit, others falling back to take out some with their rifles or to hurl a grenade.

Thus started what would later be remembered as The Battle of the Divine.


Joe: That was pretty short compared to the others, I know. And, the last chapter pointed to all-out action for the next while. I can't help it. After all, this is a war fic.

Don't worry, this won't be a one-battle war. There'll be plenty more, so don't expect me to cram everything into the Battle of the Divine. It'll just be the first major battle scene.

Even if you thought that the second chapter was major, think again. 'Major' battles in this fic will stretch out to at least two long chapters at a time.

If you're wondering why I chose "The Battle of the Divine" for the name of it, it's because the military are facing the forces of evil for the first real time. You could call this exorcism in a funny way, I suppose. Not really, but still.

Oh, and for those who are wondering, Crìnge is pronounced "Cree-nge."

Anyway, Ciao.