No real life figures are named, except Queen Elizabeth. It's kind of hard to refer to the Queen of England without her name sometimes. Also, I have no idea how UN meetings, or any international meetings actually go, so please bare with me for this fictional world?
Dante shot up, worried for his apprentices. He sent off an emergency message to the rest of the DMC associates, and snatched up his weaponry. The teachers were not around, so he just took the floo out from the castle to the Leaky Cauldron, right into the war zone. His apprentices were nowhere to be found, but he did see the tell tale lotus marks on some demons. There was a high chance the energy he felt was Lilith entering the battle. Aurors and Death Eaters were left and right, he asked around after Harry and the others but got no answers. Sighing, he took out his guns and started making his way through the hordes of demons and Death Eaters. Then he caught sight of a familiar purple lightning to the East, and water seemed to be splashing up at times. The boys were over there.
He started running, Rebellion drawn, slashing his path through. As he got closer a high pitched mad cackle was heard. A woman in ragged black robes and wild curly hair, clearly insane stepped into his path. "If it isn't Reddy! Are you looking for Itty Bitty Potty?" She dissolved into more insane giggling.
She raised her wand, deadly curses on her lips. The glint in her eyes promising pain. If he was a lesser being, that is.
Dante was in front of her faster than she could blink, she stopped laughing and stumbled back. Dante's sword rested by her throat now, a sliver of blood made its way from the paper thin cut on her neck. She continued to back up, fear now present in her eyes, her wand hand shaking while still being kept trained on him. A swift strike and the wand was severed in half length wise, stopping at her hand so as to not cut it. She shrieked in rage, dropping it and lunging for him. To the horror of everyone watching (except the demons who knew exactly what the half breed was capable of if rumors held true), Dante's hand neatly cut through her chest cavity to extend as a bloody protrusion out her back. She coughed up blood while impaled on his hand, the deep red substance dripped down her chin and torso. "Harry and Neville send their regards, you crazy bitch. I'll see you in the underworld, perhaps to end you for good, yah?" Dante chuckled, tearing his arm from her chest.
The corpse fell limply to the ground. Out of curiosity, Dante brought his hand to his lips and licked some blood off the side of his hand. He gave a smirk, like iron. There is no difference between their blood, these bigoted idiots. The only difference magicals have, is that their auras are stronger. That, and their scent reeks of fresh ozone. Their blood held no difference, and he's been coated in many different types. He turned to continue towards his apprentices, when a large strike of purple lightning struck hard. The resulting thunder from the concussive force threw back fighters and demons.
The fight was heating up. That, or they were in trouble and that was an act of desperation. He caught sight of Daphne, she was sniping demons from a balcony, Trish and Lady were keeping the ground demons that slipped by from getting up while she took out the masks of the many Sins and Nobodys running amok. "Dante! Go for them! We'll hold the fort down here!" Trish called, the white haired man gave a nod and rushed towards the sight of the lightning strikes.
He caught Theo as he was thrown backwards, Poseidon slithered up looking ready to tear whoever hurt the teen apart. Looks like the demon grew attached. "Poseidon! What happened!?"
"Ambush, fight escalated and once they had a lock on the boys' energy location, the demons and death eaters started pouring in by the hundreds. Then the DMLE came due to the detection wards!" The snarling fish muttered, checking over the conscious but injured teen.
"Get him out of here. He's drained. I'll get the rest of them out. Hopefully I'm not too late." Dante ordered, just as a pained shout rang out.
Draco's voice.
Cursing, Dante didn't stay to see Poseidon meet up with Nico, who was now driving the new mobile DMC van. She ushered them in and sped off, she had to drop off Nico and Kyrie in the middle of the battle zone closer to the Leaky Cauldron, as DE's and demons were attacking muggles and magicals rushing to get out of the war zone.
Turning the corner, Dante saw the one Devil he'd been itching to take down. Lilith. And off to the side was Voldemort who was facing off Draco and Blaise. Draco's muscles were shaking with unnatural force, he must have gotten caught by a cruciatus curse, his pale skin despite no blood being lost as indicated by the fact he had no lacerations, would also point to that. Harry himself was currently keeping Lilith from killing the boys. Her cackles indicated she was toying with the teen. His face indicated he knew it to. He swung his scythe, unleashing a slashing curse. The devil looked surprised it cut through her skin, but unlike the slicing hex, this little bit of dark magic had enough malicious intent behind it to slice her arm. She licked up her blood, pink tinted white skin healing over quickly. Flaming black eyes turned towards the teen again, the matching black hair floating without a wind.
The torn tight hanfu of a concubine hung off her form, bare foot and looking entirely benevolent in that moment. If it weren't for the distinctive lotus neatly painted on her forehead with blood, and the blood stained lips, the malicious grin filled with shark-like teeth, the long black nails tipped with a gold cover poised to slash the teen open, she would have looked like a victim of the battle. Harry managed to jump out of the way of major injury, but his arm was cut. Dante drew his gun and shot at the back of Lilith's knee, the devil shrieked and turned to see who it was.
What Dante didn't sense, did not expect, was for the Devil to suddenly turn grasp the teen's neck. "Well, Dante. Son of Sparda, how pleasing to finally meet you." She purred in a seductive tone, her magic straightened her modified hanfu, the tears repairing and the fabric now clung to her voluptuous form. Her hair was pulled up into a bun, a few hair pieces placed, the phoenix motif not lost on him. Her eyes faded until only her pupil and sclera were black, her iris was an odd pink, seeming to bleed into blood red before fading again. The long sleeves dangled off her form, but her left leg poked through a slit up the side, the bare skin of her leg and foot stuck out against the vibrant red fabric. Her cleavage was deeply revealed as well.
"Can't say the same, seeing as you have my apprentice by his throat." Dante bit back, hesitant to move less the powerful devil snap the teen's neck.
"Oh don't be like that dear. He'll live, if you give your life."
"Do your worst, come at me bitch."
"This will be fun." She purred, dropping the teen and lunging at Dante.
Harry sat up, choking against the swelling in his throat. It wouldn't kill him, but it would sure hurt. He watched helplessly as his mentor faced off against the Devil that had toyed with him moments before. Where had she thrown Theo? Was he alright? Blaise and Draco! Voldemort!? He tried to look around, but the spinning world forced him back to his knees. He heard the sounds of blades clashing and the maniacal laughter of Voldemort and Lilith. He swiveled to look at the wreckage, burn marks from his desperate strikes of lightning to keep Lilith from killing Blaise and Draco while their backs were turned. The large one to stop a wave of fire Lilith had sent at Theo and Poseidon. But that hadn't stopped her from rushing faster than their eyes could comprehend and throwing Theo out of sight before rounding on him.
He forced himself to a half standing position, leaning his weight on the battered shaft of his scythe, the blade was chipped. Against Lilith the enchanted steel had met its match. He felt intense burning as his thoughts raced, blood dripped from his wounds, staining the ground beneath him. He couldn't die, not yet. Not like this, not in such a pitiful state, he thought. As he dropped back to his knees, spasms running up his spine. But perhaps death was just his part to play. His piece of the puzzle would fall into place once he gave into the inevitable. He was too drained, too weak to continue.
No. He couldn't think that way. He had to get his act together.
Ignoring the agony rushing through his veins, the way the ground seemed to tilt even though he knew logically that he probably just had a concussion, if the blood dripping down his forehead and neck granted him a clue. He pushed through the sudden exhaustion that seemed to hit him like a freight train. He'd live. He'd fight. This wasn't the end. Not yet. Death did not have to be the end.
Something inside him seemed to click into place, like his piece had finally clicked. He felt like his pain and exhaustion was fading away, the blood caking his hair seemed to evaporate. He felt lighter, stronger. His scythe seemed cleaner, clearer. The blade glinted like a galaxy, the runes had changed. He felt...different. He stood up straight and tall, he felt an odd itch on his abdomen, and from his collar bones up to the top of his neck. He ignored that minor discomfort, and turned to look upon the horrendous visage of Voldemort bearing down on Blaise and Draco. The two were being slowly overwhelmed by the sheer numbers that the deranged man could throw at them, while also tossing in his own spells. He felt an odd mist come over him as he sunk into the shadows of the battle, inching his way around the fighting until he stood behind Voldemort.
The snake was there to. Raising his scythe, he slashed down. The blade pierced Nagini's skull, the snake was silenced until it finally died. He raised his scythe and flicked the impaled reptile off. The dead heap of muscle, scale and venom fell to the ground with an audible sound. Voldemort turned to see his arch enemy standing close behind him over the corpse of his familiar. He wasn't able to react as the unnatural looking scythe cut through his abdomen cleanly. "You'll never truly kill me. I'll be back!" He managed out as he fell back, guts pooling out.
Somehow not dead. Harry felt as if he knew something he shouldn't when he said his next words, almost as if it wasn't him speaking.
"Tom Riddle, your time had come long ago. Take death with honor you coward. Your horcrux die with you. All of them." He stated in a blank, emotionless tone.
The snake-faced man looked terrified as his features melted back into the handsome picture his younger twenty year old self had been. The age the black magic had truly taken affect on his life. Sneering, he turned away to take in Blaise and Draco finally taking victory against the low and mid level demons pouring at them. He felt back in control of himself as he joined the fray.
On the other side of the clearing, Dante grunted as another hard hit slammed down on his blade. He parried it, forcing Lilith's claws up and raising Ivory to take a shot, but her other hand came around aiming for his heart, forcing him to leap back to avoid the blow. They'd been dancing around each other like this for a while. But Dante really wanted to kill the bitch, he was wearing her out faster than she was wearing him out and they both knew it. He took advantage of the distance to shoot with both Ebony and Ivory, shots hit directly through her shoulder, taking her of balance. But she recovered quickly, forcing him back on the defensive with a quick rush. He might have to use his devil trigger soon, something he didn't want to reveal to the wizarding population just yet. He felt an energy that reeked of Harry's energy mixed with death, that just got stronger and infused with Life magic.
The kid did it! He actually triumphed over the Necromancer trials? He needed to focus, his apprentices would be fine, he knew that because he felt Voldemort's energy fade from this plane and head downwards to Hell. Lilith's fury indicated she knew, that little by little, her little minions were falling. "I'm not out of tricks yet, Dante, son of Sparda. Your apprentices are formidable, especially the little legacy of Nevan. A spitfire, that one. I'll be back." She promised, disappearing in a strong wind of blood red lotus petals.
Dante stuck Rebellion into the ground with fury. The bitch slipped away! "FUCK! She fled like the coward she is! Harry! Blaise! Draco! Let's take the rest of these fuckers out before they flee after their bitch of a mistress! The Death Eaters have lost their leader! They'll be easy pickings now!"
The boys all pulled themselves together, gaining their breath, and directed their attention on the now worried looking demons and wizards of the dark faction.
Nero stood over the aftermath, his blue coat and Red Queen covered in blood. The van behind him splattered with the guts of demons, Theo had rejoined the fray once he regained his bearings, slashing down demons left and right as a truly dangerous pair with Poseidon. He's been impressed. What he wasn't impressed with, was Dumbledore and his little Order showing up after the battle was over, ready to fight much too late. The carnage had already been wrought. Umbridge arrived on scene with Hogwarts staff. Lady, Trish, and Daphne doing quick repairs to their guns as they walked.
Blood seemed as if it would permanently stain the ground, there was so much of it. A certain head of the DMLE rounded on the ministry official/unwanted Headmistress of Hogwarts. "This disaster, if only you had listened to the boys! You and Fudge! You fools! We should have had a manhunt for Voldemort as soon as possible!" Amelia Bones realized half the situation could have been avoided, perhaps entirely since there would have been no Voldemort to bring Lilith in as a weapon/partner.
The pale fool looked ready to hurl at the gore displayed freely. Dante wasn't helping with his blank face, brimming with barely concealed fury. Or that his apprentices seemed unfazed by how many people and demons they had killed, instead nonchalantly flicking cleaning charms at each other to get rid of some of the blood soaked into their clothes. She puffed up like the toad she seemed to be. "How dare you? I should have them arrested for killing purebloods!" The woman defended weakly.
"I declared Britain was under a state of war, magic herself recognized and enforced this announcement. I'm in charge, and I say that the most they'll have is a hearing to show that they were perfectly within legal permission, as them and I have documents which allow them to help with the problem. You on the other hand, will be arrested for torturing minors, using veritaserum on minors, bribing Fudge to stay in power, and protecting criminals who kept your own pockets heavy! Shacklebolt, Tonks! Take her to Azkaban directly, she will be in a medium security cell until I am ready to deal with her. Minerva, you make sure the students get through their exams. New staff will be decided on this summer by a competent board! Now, I have teams of clean up and damage control to assemble. And is that muggle press with cameras!? Dammit! I need oblivators and Arthur's division, not the man himself, but the young women he put in charge of dealing with new technologies! Now! Get me the muggle Prime Minister and Queen now!..."
The orders went on as directed the chaos.
What she was forgetting, was that Lilith had gotten away. The trouble wasn't over yet. Muggles finding out was the least of her worries. Cameras wouldn't be traced beyond videos. The live feed those cameras had were going everywhere, had been broadcasting the entire thing. Wizards were exposed. Oh well. Wasn't his problem. Not yet anyways.
Dante, however, and his band of misfits, plus Trish and Lady with Daphne, would be in the thick of it. Why did the old man always drag him into trouble? At least the Ministry was giving great pay for the demon extermination jobs they've sent him on in Europe. And Bayonetta, Jean and Blight made a great team down in Italy, they were at least containing the angels which kept them off the half devils and the Legacy here. If they weren't kept off there would be a lot more...danger to them. Unlike the wizards, angels could kill them if they weren't careful.
The next few hours were going to be filled with damage control, repair, and body counting. Plus medical teams from both muggle and magical means were arriving, oblivators didn't know where to start and news anchors were broadcasting the scene everywhere. Nero sighed, best get the media out of the way first. "Dante! I'll deal with the media dogs, you get these medics moving on both sides, get them working together!" Nero called over to the older Devil, who merely gave a smirk and stalked over to the ambulances, pulling the head of the Medi-Wizard team with him.
Nero stepped over some corpses to the reporters. "Excuse me! I know you and those watching are quite eager to know what just ended! But you gotta let the emergency services do their jobs otherwise lives are lost! If you could please move your news vans off so that emergency crews can get through it would be appreciated!" Nero suggested, they did so and then began to hound him.
At least they were leaving everyone else alone. "Excuse me sir, but what can you tell us about this incident? That van over there gives the initials DMC, is this business of the infamous Devil May Cry? Devil Hunting Mercenary business?"" One woman asked.
"Sir! The odd people wielding sticks which shoot lights that caused destruction and death! Who are they and what do they want!?"
The questions went on. Until Nero held up his hand. "First off, my name is Nero. Second, if you want your damn questions answered how 'bout you let me actually get a word or two in! Yes, DMC does indeed stand for Devil May Cry. And yes, we do take care of demonic attacks. Yes, this is official DMC business. Those people with the wands are wizards and witches. Yes, actual magicals. And no, we of Devil May Cry can confirm their magic is natural and not in any way connected to the Catholic Devil or any other evil thing you can think of. They were born with it. As for what we can tell you, I don't have clearance to say much, you'd have to get those answers from the British Department of Magical Law Enforcement, as their Minister of Magic was killed recently. Yes, this particular incident was caused by demonic activity. For further information on what exactly went down, you'll have to talk to the owner of DMC, Dante AKA Anthony 'Tony' Redgrave." Nero stated, shutting them up and shooing them away.
Seriously, do you think they were expecting for supernatural beings and their business being confirmed?
Emergency services, the Queen, the Muggle British Minister, the UN, and so many other organizations and people started organizing trips and meetings in London to sort things out. You can't hide anything of this scale. Nero only wondered how long it would take before the debate on what to do with the magicals began.
News papers and anchors daily were reporting the happenings that went on at the meetings between magical and muggle leaders, the reactions of Religious factors, some hysteria that another Witch Hunt era would come about. Basically, it was a shit show that was making his students lose focus as they went into the first day of exams. So, he called them to meet before the exam for Charms began. "Alright brats, myself and your other teachers, despite a certain Toad's efforts, managed to teach you the entire curriculum and more. You are prepared, well, most of you. I expect nothing but your best at the end of next week, when you take your final test against a low level demon. Some of you are exempt from this for your efforts in the recent attack in London. Daphne Greengrass, Hadrian Potter, Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, and Theodore Nott, you will instead, be going with the DMC group, which includes me, to the meeting that will be discussing our efforts in the recent battle. The one staying behind is Lady, due to an injury she received yesterday fending off a Dullahan the other day. The demon, not the legend. So she'll be the one administering the exam. I wouldn't have been able to anyways, since the course teacher can't actually administer the exam, they can supervise. And I'm not particularly interested in seeing you all have circles run around you by a Marionette of all things." Dante announced, his class looked at him blankly.
"So then what will the ones exempt be doing about the missing mark on their OWL results card?" Granger sneered, jealous.
"They'll be taking the Rank D Hunters License Test in America. Well, Daphne will try for Rank F due to her limited experience. Depending on how they do on that, their mark will be added accordingly." Dante announced, the jaws of the apprentices dropped.
Did he forget to tell them? Oh well.
After that, it was a flurry of papers, announcements, and chaos as examiners and students got organized for their exams. Dante himself had packing and papers to do to ensure the Devils he selected for his apprentices would be in America and ready to be prepped for becoming Devil Arms. The only one coming up willingly was Hades, but Harry would get a shock when his new scythe turned into the banshee-like Devil that is Hades. And that he would have to subdue his own scythe with his gun and old Scythe. He knew Harry was dealing with being the Newest Necromancer, he's a successful candidate chosen by the forces of Life and Death, Magic and Fate. Lord Death and the Fates were no doubt rejoicing. Lady Life and Lady Magic were probably ecstatic a chosen had conquered their own self given trials. He felt like laughing, but the meetings he had to attend were no laughing matter.
Wednesday, the students were taking their Herbology exams. Dante was at Buckingham Palace, which had been chosen to host the meetings. Amelia Bones looked ragged, and Nero as head of the Fortuna branch was dressed in his purple coat with the blue undershirt and the scarf around his neck. (Prototype Nero Outfit). Dante himself was dressed in his neatest looking outfit, freshly shaven and hair combed back, he admitted he looked like Vergil, and his brother would laugh for hours if he saw how he looked, but he was begged by Amelia and the whole of the DMC group to appear neat and tidy in front of so many world leaders. He himself would probably be explaining a whole bunch of shit. Press from all over the world was there taking pictures as they rolled up in a limousine for no reason at all. He stepped out into the flashes and rapidly fired questions asked in multiple languages, all of which he ignored.
Inside was grand, but crowded. If he was to see this place without all these people here it would probably be a lot better of a view. Instead, he was directed to his assigned seat and waited beside his nephew until the British Prime Minister quieted the crowd. "Good morning, to all here, and to those watching over their televisions. There is a few minute delay between live and broadcast, so that the crews may add the names of people and translations, please be patient if we have any technical difficulties. First, an explanation into the recently discovered magical population. If you look to your left, the leaders of the magical communities world wide, and the more influential figures within each of the political field are behind them. Closer to the middle left, are the founder and owner of Devil May Cry, a devil hunting group, and his employees involved with the battle in London recently. Beside him, is his nephew, Nero, the head of a Branch location. His apprentices are not here today, I was told the magical communities are currently holding their final exams in their subjects. To the right, are the non-magical figures of the UN and involved government parties. Now, to start, we will review the incident as recorded by both magical and non-magical up until emergency services cleared out and clean up crews started to survey and fix the damage. A thanks to our magical citizens, who fixed the damage with a few quick spells in record time. Leaving only little things for our technicians to check on. First, Acting British Minister for Magic, Amelia Bones. Would you please give your statement?" The middle aged man opened up.
"Yes. We first detected an energy surge, later identified as the energy signature of a very high level Devil, in East London at a recorded time of 11:56 pm. It took about fifteen minutes to mobilize at get to the scene, where the young apprentices of Rank S Devil Hunting License holder Anthony Redgrave were already at the scene fending off a large amount of demons. No high level ones were spotted, but there were glimpses of the now dead Dark Lord Voldemort as the demons surged in on our units, the apprentices disappeared from sight and were not seen again until after the battle. Our units were soon confronted with a new problem. Dark Lord Voldemort is what you would call a terrorist, he had his own army called the Death Eaters. These forces soon arrived and began adding to the kill count. Five minutes later, the DMC group and young apprentice of Lady and Trish, Rank A license holders, showed up and began to shoot the demons down with more effectiveness than we did. Redgrave himself made it seem like it was nothing, slashing through the hordes and Death Eaters alike. He soon took off towards the sight of two quite large lightning strikes. Where I am told young Hadrian Potter killed Voldemort while Redgrave took on Lilith. It was reported to me Lilith escaped at a time of 2:15 in the morning, if what our tempus spells told us was correct. Soon after, the enemy forces began to retreat and we cut down as many as we could. From our sources, the Death Eaters are down to a third of their once quite large numbers. Redgrave tells me that the demons weren't even scratched, Lilith has millions of minions." Amelia summarized tiredly, looking at the reports in her hands to check times and make sure she got everything.
"These different ranks, could you explain? Umm...mister Redgrave?"
"Yeah. Lowest is Apprentice License, that's what the my apprentices and the girls' apprentice has right now. The next is F Rank, it is basically just a step up from apprentice, they still need a mentor, but can easily go off to take on low levels by themselves if their mentor lets them. D Rank means they can take low level missions on their own and handle mid level demons if their mentor lets them. C Rank means they no longer need a mentor and can go solo, though they can't take missions for anything higher than a high demon. Note, demon. Not devil generals. B Rank means they can take on Low Devil Generals and come out alive, they can take mercenary missions and travel world wide for work if they wish. Next is A Rank, this means they can take on Mid Devil Generals and live, have all the perks of a B Rank, but they can also have apprentices and teach others. Then is my rank, S Rank. We can tangle with the High Devil Generals like Lilith, and evidently I lived. We have all the perks, can run devil hunting businesses, employ other devil hunters, you know, more detailed stuff is in the book I made if you guys want more. But that's the basics. Oh, and call me Tony." Dante drawled bored.
"Tony, what was the van with your business initials doing there?"
"The Fortuna branch run by my nephew, Nero, has a brilliant inventor and gunsmith named Nico, she made a mobile office for us to operate out of on long term missions. Especially because Fortuna and surrounding areas have many long streets to travel."
"So it is a stocked armory and mobile med bay for devil hunting on the go. She is a beauty." Nico piped up, taking a draw of a cigarette.
Nero snickered at the offended looks at her interruption. "So, this magical community, Madam Bones, how long has it existed?"
"Longer than we know, but from the time of Merlin and before we can confirm. Yes, Merlin and King Arthur were real, please note Morgana the Priestess and Morgan Le Fay were two entirely different sorceresses. However, as the witch hunts came about, we created the International Statute of Secrecy between the International Confederation of Wizards. You could consider the ICW the magical version of the UN. It was established in 1692, we put up barriers and drew ourselves out from non magical society to protect ourselves. If we do have to brave the non magical side of the wards, we are to dress as you do. However, the statute is as good as nothing now that we have been revealed at large." Amelia explained.
"Pope Marcus, what do you say on this matter?"
"With the scientific proof given to me of natural born wizards and witches from non magical parents who are good faithful Christians, and the long lines. I do believe that their magic is a gift from God."
"No way old man. Magic is from the Earth, it's an Earth based force. There is no God, believe me I'd know, I deal with the Angel and Demon factions daily." Dante dropped the bomb immediately.
"My uncle is right, trust me, it made more sense to worship the Dark Knight Sparda, the High Devil General who separated our worlds, then to worship that fake God of yours." Nero muttered loud enough the microphone picked it up.
"You worshiped a devil!" The pope exclaimed in disgust.
Dante sighed. "Listen, old man. Your whole bible is based off of events created by demons and angels. Satan, Lucifer, Samael, they are all different devils. Related, but different. There is no God as you believe, Jesus was just a Lumen Sage who wanted to mess with people, his crucifixion was actually just a devil in his form that old age hunters killed, the ascension was just Jesus' angel who he was contracted to taking him back to his home for him to teach new Sages. Honestly, how you people manage to screw up history so badly is beyond me."
Silence reigned. The pope grew red with anger. "How dare you say that? Besmirch the Lord's good name!?"
"Sit down, shut up, and let's finish this fucking business before Lilith decides now would be a good time to strike." Lady barked, everyone settled down.
Nero rubbed his eyes. This would be a long meeting. Just wait until they discover that both Nero and Dante are actually the grandson and son of Sparda respectively with the Umbra Witch Eva as the grandmother and mother respectively... The queen stood up, drawing attention. "Please, enough of this argument within my home. Please, let us not argue over religious differences, we will never get anywhere. If you could, Mercenary Redgrave, tell us of how demons and devils came to become a deadly threat against us? And how you combat them?" Queen Elizabeth asked.
Dante nodded with respect for the aged woman, his father had once mentioned her, saying she did what she could for a society that would not allow her to help.
Harry was fussing in his new outfit, which was pretty much all black, open at the abdomen to show off his new tattoos, as well as having shear mesh for a cropped long sleeve shirt to show his new tattoos around his collar bones. The tribal swirls had a skull motif at his abdomen and claws at his collar bones. Then the ankle length black coat that buckled with black straps and silver buckles at his pecs to the bottom of his rib cage before fanning out. His new scythe on his back, though the blade was retracted as both his new and old scythes were able to do.
Theo was now in a royal blue outfit with a trident pin on the lapel, the gold accents reminded him of Vergil's coat, but Dante shrugged it off. The calf length coat was buttoned neatly in front of his torso before trailing out almost like a fin. Poseidon probably had a say in his contract's outfit design. The marking on his wrist, a twisted looking Dolphin, a symbol that Poseidon had fully accepted Theo as his wielder in the last battle. A glass looking whip around his waist, Dante knew Poseidon gave that to him, able to cut through most things in existence and made of one of Leviathan's claws.
Draco was now in white and silver, silvery-blue accents lining his robe-like coat. It looked almost identical to his old outfit. It almost looked like the robes of a Lumen Sage, tight but battle ready, with a hood instead of mask. His two blades sheathed behind his back, crossed and sticking out on either side of his hip for a quick draw. His hair was neatly combed back unlike the previous two boys' messy hair.
Blaise was in a more military looking outfit, camo pants and dark grey t-shirt. Over it, a just below knee length open black jacket. His hair was shaven on the sides, leading up to his large fluff of a mohawk. Not entirely spiky but a clear mohawk all the same. Out of the boys, he's the only one wearing ankle height combat boots instead of knee high. His broadsword was resting on his back, and his necklace was tucked away from view like the rest.
Dante decided on his look from a couple years back (DMC 2 Dante design), with the black leather covering the front of his torso with the red in the back trailing down, the sleeves also red. The black leather strap going around his chest, shoulder, and back that held the sheath for Rebellion. Tight red pants, holsters for his guns on each leg, black leather boots ending a few inches below his knees, black leather gloves covering the opening of his sleeves. Open in the chest area with straps and buckles hanging off the high unbuckled neck area.
Lady was in one of her regular schoolgirl outfits, and Trish with the leather bodice that opened down the middle of her chest, no straps in between, and tight leather pants fully showing off her assets. Lady tossed on her yellow tinted sunglasses before they all left for the newly repaired and updated magical Ministry building, where the next meeting was agreed to be held at, to show that the government respected the magicals' reasoning for hiding and becoming a separated society. They went through the floo from the Headmaster's office, now that Dumb-ass-door was back, the sack of bones was sure to die soon. Dante, Nero, pretty much everyone who took his class and heightened their senses could smell the scent of dead earth and blood around the Headmaster, the scent of Death.
Fawkes, the Phoenix, crooned sadly almost constantly, yet whenever the old sack wasn't around, he trilled with happiness and practically danced a jig, as if he was happy the man would soon be dead. They took their assigned seats, waited through the meeting, then everyone settled in at the new assessment room, an arena of sorts, to watch the apprentices try for their respective levels of Devil Hunting Licenses. Daphne went first, showing proficiency in taking care of her gun, disassembling and reassembling her gun. Then she took down the low levels constantly released at her with deadly accuracy with different types of guns depending on range. Her black leather jacket open at her collar bones and black skirt flowing with her movements, low heeled knee high black leather boots shining under the light. Dark sunglasses hid her eyes from view, but Dante knew they'd be sharply focused.
Then, it was Theo's turn. He summoned Poseidon and flicked his whip out. His bow and arrows still sitting on his back. He switched between the two, working with Poseidon as the summoner subclass is required to do. He easily took down the five mid levels and two high level demons, much to the surprise of the examiners and the muggles in the room. Blaise demolished the demons with quick sword strikes and a few gun shots. Draco danced around them with a deadly grace, the glowing white swords he created with his magic flowing with his movements in the sharp dance that he created.
Then, was Harry. He went to draw his scythe, but it glowed and shot out of his hand. Dante tossed Harry his older scythe, much to his confusion. But that confusion faded as Hades showed himself in his full glory. Black chains floated about him, sickly white face, black eyes with a dark navy iris, black lips and nails. His black hair flowed around him and the tight black dress-like robe flowed the same. In the slit over his right leg, a matching white leg was exposed, but unlike Lilith, he wore black sandals. Hades' nails were full and long, shining like the claws they were, long fangs poked out from his smirk. "Are you worthy to wield me?" He asked plainly, an almost monotone voice.
"Hades? The one Poseidon mentioned? We'll have to see won't we?" Harry resigned himself, getting ready.
Hades' smirk grew into a grin. "Yes, let's."
The resulting clash as they both moved at high speed sent sparks flying in the air between the scythe blade and claws. Blood was drawn on both sides multiple times, the back and forth battle went for hours, both not showing a sign of stopping. Finally, Hades gathered magic in his hand, the black abyss-like substance flickered until it filled with ethereal blue on the edges. Dante was impressed, black and blue flames were flames of High Devils connected with the fires of Samael. The origin of the Azure Hell Flame.
Harry drew upon the purple lightning his ancestor was known for, in the pocket dimension Nevan was itching to get out and cheer for Harry as his fellow apprentices now holding D rank (F for Daphne) licenses were doing. Dante let her out and she was the loudest. Dante himself wanted to see his apprentice subdue the devil, but devils were notoriously tricky. Theo was lucky to get such a docile one to work with. But Poseidon is very forthcoming with information. Hades is the most rebellious and powerful nowadays. The blaze versus the lightning made for an impressive show, they came to a stalemate of claws against blade again. "You are most impressive for a Legacy of Nevan, but you did pass the test the forces put against you. Win or lose you still get your license, you have stayed toe to toe with me so far, a High Devil in the flesh, so to speak. I am pleased. But, I will not submit so easily. Do try harder." Hades teased, some amusement in his voice.
Harry stayed calm, and gained a glint in his eyes. Nevan stiffened with excitement. From the sparking purple lightning around Harry rose multiple little bats, Nevan was practically weeping for joy. "He did it! He did it! Oh he's growing up!" Nevan cheered, Harry gained a blush before stomping it down and attacking Hades again. The fighting became faster, more intense, until finally, Hades slipped up enough for Harry to use wizards magic, surprising him with a stinging hex. Now, it would be nowhere near enough to knock him out, but it did surprise him when he felt the burning sting on his thigh. Harry took advantage and charged, the dust cleared to show Hades with the scythe blade to his throat, yet no counter in sight.
Harry backed off. Hades broke out in a wide grin. "Oh little Legacy, intelligence surely is a virtue. Underdogs are always so surprising, if they know how to use their available skill sets with the bravery and smarts to pull it off. You pass, with time we shall spar again. Until you match me in every way. After all, one of the chosen of magic is sure to...show the world something new. Just like a couple descendants of the seal maker are doing now. You've earned your Rank D license, and the privilege of using my blade until I feel like sparring again. Be prepared, it will probably be soon. I do prefer my scythe form these days, but I shall stay like this for now. The new skull tattoos upon your wrist, should you need me, only call." Hades spoke with amusement clearly displayed now.
Harry looked down, sure enough three skulls with feathers coming up from where the ears would be, were neatly burned into the skin of his left hand. Harry glowered. "You brand me?"
"I serve the worthy necromancers as Lord Death bid me so." Hades informed the teen in a hushed tone so only those with demonic hearing could pick it up.
Harry's eyes widened. "You will, teach me then?"
"More like guide, I cannot teach you, because I do not hold the powers you do. I can however, teach you to use hellfire as if your right as one of the chosen." Hades corrected, the same amused tone sticking.
"You are eternally amused. You should have been called Loki."
"Ah yes, Cousin Loki. Poseidon said we looked like twins, that he and Zeus were perhaps switched at the birth. We share the same mother, but he's more of a green fellow, with a penchant for ice. As you can see, I have hellfire, cold enough to burn away the flesh." Hades stated, Harry sighed.
This would be fun for him to deal with.
Nero in the stands looked shocked, but he really shouldn't be. Hades had promised to match Harry's level, and Harry himself was indicating he was pissed Hades went easy on him. Hades was just amused by the situation, but the Guide chosen by Death would do his job and accompany Harry until Harry finally bested him, learned all the lessons possible. And Hades himself would learn beside Harry, ways of teaching new techniques and figuring things out.
With that finished, the meeting was wrapped up and the shocked muggles escorted from the ministry by aurors.
Dante just smirked, he shouldn't have doubted the kid. Hades promised not to kill him, Death himself had bound Hades to the position he was chosen for.
Now, the only problem left was Lilith.