Have you ever wondered if Sparda and Mundus' fight could be reenacted? Let's see if this chapter can give further insight to the ideal.
Overcoming
Nero rushed through the twining halls of the Outer Sanctum, having retrieved his clothes from down the hallway he was directed down earlier. The thoughts of who had saved him from the blazing flames repeated through his mind but the vaguest memory flashed an image of a blue haired man.
"I wonder if that was Vergil…" Nero thought coming to the end of his destined path.
The devil knight walked into the throne room bearing witness to its torn grounds from the battle that had just ensued. He noticed a jagged-edged sword embedded in the center of the ground with a golden hilt imaging an angel.
Nero walked closer to the sword looking to extract it from the ground but the demonic aura it released pushed his human arm away. Feeling the devil bringer had somewhat recovered, though still lacking its glow, Nero made another attempt. This time he was able to push pass the demonic aura but as soon as he gripped the hilt a fire erupted over the blade.
Nero's hand snapped back as the flames diminished.
"Now, now; you shouldn't play with fire if you don't want to get burnt," a dark strong voice warned Nero from atop the balcony.
The man jumped down next to the sword revealing himself as Mordus as he pulled it from the ground.
"So you're another of the infamous sons of Sparda, Nero is it," Mordus laughed not feeling threatened by Nero as he was with Vergil.
"You're too weak to be Vergil and I remember very clearly what Aeolus looks like," Nero stated, "I guess you're leftovers."
"What is it with you Spardas being so insolent?" Mordus enquired being irritated by the comment.
Nero walked pass Mordus looking at the throne, "I've come all this way and there's not a single king, old or new, to greet me."
"If you seek to commence battle with royalty allow me to humor you until Aeolus and Vergil finish their bout. I do want to test my blade against the blood of Sparda." The cocky Mordus smiled over his shoulders as Nero finally turned to acknowledge him.
"And who exactly are you?" Nero questioned figuring before he took on Aeolus or Vergil he should test the limits of his current condition. Mordus fully turned towards Nero running his free hand through his hair with a deranged pull to its ends.
"I'm glad you asked," his voice became deeper almost like he was struggling to keep grip onto his humanity.
He twirled the Flamberge in his fingers sparking flames at the peak of its spin. Black veins pumped up across his body seemingly stopping to his lower eyes, which seemed drained of rest.
"I'm the child and manifestation of hell itself," Mordus spoke in his demonic voice but still in his human appearance, "the very definition of a devil god."
His third eye slowly crept open with a red shine peaking from the crevice. His others eyes began to water blood red consuming everything but his black iris.
"My name is Infer- Ahh!" Mordus let out a large cry tossing his head into his hands.
Nero looked at the disrupt Mordus almost out of pity as he tossed around the room trying to gain control of whatever force took control of him.
A black swirl came into Mordus' eyes reverting them both back to normal. The peaking shine of the third eye faded as it resealed and the black veins faded from Mordus' body. He stretched out like he was finally free of a great burden.
"Please excuse my earlier outburst, Nero. My name is Mordus and I am the son of the devil king Mundus."
"You got some problems freak," Nero returned.
"Maybe, but a half-breed such as you could never comprehend my struggles. Yet maybe if the Flamberge feeds on your soul you will be able to."
"Well, bring it before you have another episode," Nero taunted drawing a smirk from Mordus.
Nero went to draw the Red Queen only to see it immediately attempting to ward off Mordus' blade.
"Despite his psychotic mind state his fighting skills are keen." Nero thought finally breaking away from the collision.
"Don't run." Mordus stated jumping towards Nero who instinctively drew the Blue Rose to let off two shots.
Mordus swung his blade between the rounds literally disintegrating them with the heat of the Flamberge's aura. Nero landed on Aeolus' throne to the sight of the split Rafier embedded in the wall. Suddenly the glow of his demonic arm regained its charge. Before he could examine his arm's reawaking Mordus prepared to skewer his head but purposely missed inflaming the seal behind the throne instead.
"Are you planning on giving me a challenge or are these trinkets more important than your life?" Mordus questioned now irritated from Nero's lack of trying.
"You're right," Nero said revving up the Red Queen to strike Mordus. But to his dismay Mordus caught the blade briefly entering his demonic form.
"Witness the face of evil in all its glory," the now transformed Mordus commanded grabbing the Red Queen and snapping its blade like a twig.
He proceeded to yank Nero into the air by his demonic arm as he reverted back to his human state then grabbed one of the split Rafier blades from the wall.
"This is what you wanted," Mordus mocked, "The broken halves of Sparda's last devil arm." Nero's eyes suddenly opened with great curiosity for Rafier. "Fine then I shall seal your fate with here and give your soul to the Flamberge."
Just then Mordus rammed the blade into Nero's side and tossed him in the air by his arm. Grabbing the other half of Rafier from the wall, Mordus launched himself in the air above Nero slamming him to the ground. With both of Rafier's blades lodged into his body Nero's arm started to glow with as a film of blue light slowly drifted over his body. Mordus fell in front of him and immediately summoned the Flamberge to his hand.
"I can feel the will of Sparda getting stronger in you," Mordus spoke once again transforming into his demonic state, wrapping the Flamberge in flames. "Sadly your halve demon blood is not enough to stand against the blood of my father."
"Half-demon," Nero said smiling as he wiped the blood from his lips, "Who ever said I was a half-demon."
Nero's eyes suddenly grew a deep red as Mordus walked slower towards him now with more hesitation. The pendant within Nero's coat pocket also began to glow intensely causing a magenta film to cast over Nero.
"The life of two devils flow within your blood," Mordus grunted. "But it doesn't matter I am a god compared to a peasants struggle," he readied his blade, "and I can lift you to the halls of my kingdom or damn you to the flames of hell."
In a burst of crimson energy Nero had teleported from his terrestrial position to the balcony Mordus descended from earlier. The devil knight no longer wrapped in bands of light glimpsed down to Rafier within his hand, the broken halves now bound by a linking chain and the scything blades now straight like spears. But to even more amazement was his new demonic features.
The whole of his body was coated with dark red reptilian scales much like his demonic arm and as such the rips of blue light crossed over his body. Along his chest the blue rips pulsated along with Nero's breathing their brightness showing his strength. Not as bulky as Dante's form or that of the specter he had conjured when holding Yamato, Nero appeared to be strong yet limp.
Both of his shoulders were braced in blue light launching same colored wings down the length of his body. Each of his wings regained their reptilian like flesh near their end as they gripped over Nero's back mimicking a coattail. The crown of his head mirrored his unknown mother's with the slight difference of having four horns, two on either side, and a violet gem stone sitting upon his forehead.
"What is a god who can't control time & space?" Nero questioned enquired in a deeper voice as he looked down at the astonished Mordus.
In an abrupt flash the portal in which Aeolus and Vergil jumped through earlier appeared behind Mordus. With its closing Aeolus stood almost in fright of his opponent Vergil who had somehow regained Yamato.
"So you think you've won just because Yamato is in your possession?" Aeolus questioned floating over his throne, "Dear Vergil you have yet to have seen even half of my true strength.
He raised his hand over the insignias brandishing the wall behind him causing the pentagon's points to light up in correspondence to those on his chest. As another portal opened up within the pentagon on the wall Aeolus' body slipped through taunting Vergil to follow.
"Aeolus!" Vergil roared, "Are you going to keep running from me?" he continued leaving into the portal.
"How is it… he looked just like Dante…" Nero thought turning his attention back to Mordus.
"So Vergil has the upper hand," Mordus confirmed, "then I won't be able to absorb my uncle's soul for his betrayal of my father."
"Actually you still have to get pass me," Nero stated.
"You're right," Mordus returned, "but even with your full fledge devil blood you can't kill me."
Mordus' shot into the air charging the Flamberge towards Nero as the feathers to his wings shined with a metallic gold gleam. But as the blade of the burning sword reached Nero time seemed to slow down to a great degree.
"Time…" Nero whispered to himself wrapping the chains of Rafier around Mordus' arm.
Instantly, Nero appeared on the ground floor behind Mordus with Rafier still in hand. The chains were still wrapped around Mordus and seemed to pull at his still body.
"And space," Nero finished, causing time to resume its regular flow.
Mordus awoke stunned within the grip of Rafier over his body and turned to see Nero pulling the chains against him. Mordus struggled against Nero's strength but was eventually overpowered and slammed into the throne. As the chains returned to Rafier it began to pull itself together into a staff.
The fallen devil rose from the ruble of the ground seemingly unscathed by the attack. The black horns of his body flexed across his body as he tossed the length of his dread around.
"This must have been how my father felt when he faced Sparda, exhilarated from the threat of an opponent. No, he didn't recognize Sparda as his equal and fell because of it." Mordus raised his hand towards Nero as his palm started to glow an intense red, "I will not make that mistake."
"A devil with respect," Nero laughed, "you almost seem human."
With no response to Nero, Mordus released flaming balls from the palm of his hand that resembled orbs of molten lava. As Nero teleported out of the flames path they spit across the throne room causing pits of lava across the floor.
"Running out room, Nero," Mordus taunted, "Let's see you avoid this." Mordus drove the Flamberge into the ground placing both of his hands together. "Hell Flow!"
Mordus then unleashed a wave of swimming magma streams from his hand which twisted around Nero in an unorganized manner. The blades of Rafier started to radiate a deep crimson red as Nero planted into the ground before him. The flame wielding devil clutched his hands together directing the lava streams to close in on Nero.
The demonic knight responded by twirling around Rafier. Gripping Rafier with one hand Nero began to walk into the air then in a circular motion around his weapon.
"Accelerate," he said calmly. As his speed became quicker a magenta aura expanded from his rotation freezing the lava streams and pits into a solidified stone form.
Nero fell to the ground, still in an accelerate state, and grabbed Rafier from the ground. Spinning it around his body Nero released crimson blades from Rafier that shattered the bridges around him. He continued his attack by directing the spear-like weapon towards Mordus. In a classic display Nero joust Rafier towards Mordus by crossing his arm through space.
As the rapid assault on Mordus initiated he pulled the Flamberge from the ground to his defense. He managed to deflect nearly all the attacks until Nero slowed down and made his attempt to attack. Dashing towards Nero with the Flamberge at his side the flames of his aura streaked behind him.
Exhausting his own power, Nero could not teleport or use accelerate so he drew Rafier to his defense which he had reverted to its original form of a spiraling scythe. Just like with Vergil, a familiarity took over Nero who began to spin Rafier around and build its demonic energy.
"I remember this," Mordus shouted, "but I won't fall to it again!"
Nero's aura became swallowed by that of Rafier's crimson blades shielding him while Mordus thrust the Flamberge's burning aura as his final attack. The two great devil's power collided with Mordus' Flamberge at head to Nero's Rafier. Suddenly, Nero's aura was pierced by the Flamberge as it feed of his demonic aura.
"It's over!"
"You're right."
The Flamberge shattered through Nero's aura but was tossed of course by the continuing spin of Rafier. Nero twirled under the Flamberge attacking Mordus with both of Rafier's blades then continued around his back. The devil knight proceeded to yank Mordus to the ground by the long crimson blade of Rafier over his neck causing him to lose grip of the Flamberge.
Mordus fell to the ground to the sight of Nero above him. Reverting to his human form Nero launched the devil bringer towards the head of Mordus who saw nothing but the blue aura of his arm. Simultaneously, Nero's arm reappeared to the hilt of the Flamberge driving through Mordus' chest.
The devil prince immediately reverted back to his demonic form after coughing up blood to over his face. Nero turned from the sight of the lifeless Mordus kind of feeling he could have been a great ally if not dead set on his goal. He reached into his jacket and grabbed the pendant Trinity gave him placing it over his neck. Turning to Rafier, Nero saw its energy fade from both ends into the devil bringer, once again having its radiant glow.
"So if my father is Sparda," Nero thought, "does that mean Trinity could be my mother?"
An abrupt flash appeared over the throne's debris and Nero wondered who he would be left fighting: Aeolus or Vergil. He walked to the portal, picking up the broken Red Queen, and took a deep breath. Acknowledging this as his final battle Nero stepped through the portal.
As the portal closed behind Nero a short, childish figure walked up to Mordus' corpse. The female relished in the defeat of Mordus as her magenta eyes showed she could only be one person, Trinity.
"I told you the power of a true devil would be demonstrated, brother. How foolish were you to think I was talking about you." She moved closer to him caressing his face with her hand and continued her innocent act, "My son would have never loss to the spoiled blood of Mundus. Nor will we ever share the same blood, Mordus." Trinity returned to standing then directed her hand towards Mordus, "Accelerate Exec-" But before she could finish an awakened Mordus' hand was wrapped around her neck.
His third eye shot open with a red shine as the others faded into a black dissolve only to be shattered by the same piercing light as the third.
"You are the one who deceived the vessel," the demonic voice returned, not allowing Trinity to speak because of her loss of breath. "Understand that I will rule this world whether Mordus is dead or alive but for now he has earned my power so you will be the only one dying today."
The force that took over Mordus' grip tightened when a familiar face grabbed onto his arm.
"Whoever you are," the blue haired devil ignited, "you'll have to wait in line." A crystal blue liquid started to flow from the demon's hand breaking Mordus' host's grip from Trinity's throat.
"Leviathan," Trinity gasped.
"This world and everyone beside it already has a master," the resurrected Leviathan instructed as the liquid crystallized over Mordus. "The reign of Mundus' bloodline is decease."
"I agree," the devil voice called, "and you like the rest of this world will soon hail your lord, Inferno."
Suddenly the Flamberge's flames consumed Mordus and absorbed his essence. Trinity attempted to grab the Flamberge, now in its normal state, but Leviathan stopped her.
"Leave it," Leviathan warned, "you've already extended your powers by transforming and resurrecting me or have you forgotten what form you've taken."
"You're right. Let's go to the Hell Gate so that Nero and Vergil can finish the deed and release your demonic power."
Trinity jumped on Leviathan's shoulder as he made his way out of the throne room. He turned around and raised his hand to Sparda's seal, his palm no longer scarred with an insignia. Then a flood of ice flew from his hand shattering the pattern. Trinity looked down at Leviathan confused.
"Insurance policy," Leviathan stated simply continuing down the tunnel.
I don't even know if this chapter was good or not cause once I started writing I just couldn't stop. O well, it's written now so tell me what you think.
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