(I do not own Harry Potter or the Devil May Cry Franchise. Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling, while DMC is owned by Capcom. The only thing I own is my original characters and this story.)

Important things to note at the time is that in this story, Nero does not exist, instead my OC has taken his place, and did not join the Order of the Sword.


'How many years has it been?' Thought the Cambion. He had long since lost the track of time within this mist... How did this happen? He used to be a hero... An Avenger. He was known as Umbra, since that Playboy Philanthropist said that he was 'Always in dark clothing, and radiated a dark aura'. Tony always had a thing for nicknames... He missed it. He missed his friends, no... he missed his family. Sure, they were a dysfunctional group of superheroes who were constantly at each other's throats. But they were family. The only family he had left...

He grew up in an orphanage in Fortuna, an isolated island which worshipped the Dark Knight Sparda, the 'Demon who betrayed his Kind', His grandfather. His mother had died during childbirth, and his father didn't know he existed. After awhile, he met his uncle... A white-haired man known as Dante. On that day... everything changed. He was handed his father's weapon, one of the legendary 'Arms of Sparda', 3 weapons created by Sparda, all holding immense power. The one his father wielded, and the one he inherited was the Yamato. It was a katana so sharp, it could cut through anything. It separated Earth and the Underworld. It could cut through space and time, and separate Man and Demon.

On that day, he left for over a decade. He eventually returned when some rumors began to pop up... In his investigation, he discovered the Order of the Sword, worshippers of Sparda, attempting to obtain the Yamato to open the True Hell Gate, and release Armageddon. He, along with his Uncle Dante, and Aunt Trish, stopped it. Killing the one who lead this insane plan.

A decade later, He was ambushed by his Father, a man known as Vergil. He stole the Yamato, returned to his childhood home in Red Grave city, and used the power of the Devil Arm, separating Man from Devil. The result was 2 beings. A human who called himself V, was the memories, emotions, and Humanity of Vergil. The Other was a Demon named Urizen, a being who was the drive for unstoppable power, and the willingness to do whatever it required, created a portal, and brought the Qliphoth from the Underworld, to feast on Human Blood, and produce a fruit to give him God-Like power... Eventually, they re-united, merging back into Vergil. In the resulting conflict, he asked his Father what Sparda did with the Yamato, why he gave it to him, and if he was worthy of it... In the final battle, Vergil handed the Yamato to him, along with his beloved poetry book, and without hesitation, jumped with his brother and ventured into hell, knowing they won't ever return... The Devil Sword Dante was eventually found, and the story to the Cambion was clear... He was alone. Now the Holder of all 3 of the Arms of Sparda, he became an even greater warrior, and defended the Earth.

After many battles, He slayed a monster known as The Mad Titan, and was unable to remain in his universe due to traces of the Infinity Stones. He came to this universe, where magic was able to be used by normal humans... He was eventually attacked, and fell through this veil, losing his grip on the Yamato in the process.

He knew it was still intact, and that it was nearby the veil he fell through. As the only Sparda left, he shared a connection to the weapons. He could tell it was being examined, and poked and prodded, most likely to remove the Demonic Energy, or replicate it. Something like that.

His hand brushed through his White-ish grey hair, and sighed. Now that he thought about it, when was the last time he actually saw himself? Using a bit of his power, he created a full-length mirror,, and took in his appearance. Surprisingly, he didn't see much change to his actual body, his clothes however... Over the many years of being in here, they withered. His shirt was torn in places, barely holding together. His pants and shoes were still mostly intact, a few tears here and there. The once long black coat was long since gone, due to the many battles he faced when he first arrived in this Magical world. Ripping the remains of his shirt off, he took a look at his body. He was still muscular, similar to a wrestler, now that he thought about it. The many tattoos still lined his body, detailing the many events he faced, the battles his family took part in... and the losses. On his right arm was a stylized A in a circle, an arrow connecting the right slash to the left, which was much longer then the right, escaping the confines of the circle. He rubbed the tattoo fondly, how could he not? It was the Avenger's logo, the symbol he wore proudly.

Looking at his face, he frowned. He was a near carbon copy of his Father and Uncle... His hair was swept back, with several strands slightly sticking up. His jawline had a light beard, connecting both sides of his jaw. Ruffling his hair, he looked like Dante. Sweeping it in a professional style, he looked like Vergil. His blue eyes showed sadness.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

He was suddenly hit by some stranger, and flew back. Landing on his back, he bent inward, and flipping onto his feet. Locking eyes upon the man. He had a gaunt, sunken face, waxy skin, what appeared to be yellowed teeth, and long, matted hair, as if it hadn't been taken care of in a very long time.

"Ow! Damn psychotic cousin! She's helped ruin the Black Families reputation, along with that psychotic bitch of a mother! Even if she could be called that." The Man yelled, his hands following the emotion in the words. "Gotta get out of here, need to protect Harry!"

"I'm afraid that is impossible at the moment." Said the Cambion, relaxing from his combat ready position. "This mist prevents anything from getting out. The only thing that can help is currently being studied in that building this mist's entrance is in."

The Man turned to The Cambion, surprise evident on his face. "Someone is here in the Veil of Death? Besides me?" He gave a shocked laugh, before smiling. "Well, I figure I might as well introduce myself to you. I'm Sirius Black, Wrongfully Declared Criminal and Framed Murderer."

The Cambion chuckled, oh how he missed a person's voice. "Well met, Sirius Black. I am Uriel Sparda, Cambion, Hero, and Avenger." He gave a sly smile, his eyes bighting up. "Also, The Last Heir of the Dark Knight Sparda."


This event was not prophesized, it was not planned. However, this unplanned meeting would forever change the course of History itself, destroying the carefully laid plans of an Near-Senile Old Fool and a Power-Hungry Snake-Abomination. It would change the course of Magic, eventually re-uniting the 2 worlds, as it once had been. This is the Tale... Of 'A Sparda's Return'