AN: if anyone recalls my shameless advertising, yeah this is the fanfic where I'm going to rewrite the entirety of the reboot. I've been planning on doing this for a while now but I had difficulty in actually attempting to write the fanfic.
I'll explain more down below, for now, lef us enjoy this 0 budget of a rewrite, shall we?
*bang!* *bang!* The sounds of gunshots echoed throughout the abyss, hitting the skulls of large reptilian beasts that were once stalking their prey from within the darkness...
From the center of the abyss stood a lone man, the smoke oozing through the barrels of the strangely large, dual handguns he wielded: the smell of gunpowder and rotting flesh tore through the air around him, and his clothes were now tattered from the monsters that were lucky enough to get close.
How long was he in the abyss? He couldn't tell. For all he could know, it could've been a day, a year, a decade, but it's as if the concept of time doesn't even exist in this plane of reality. All he knew was that in here, there is darkness, and the godawful monstrosities that hid in the shadows.
*bang!* *bang!* two more rounds were fired, each striking at a monster's leg as the beast crumpled onto the ground: the man watches as the beast howled in a pained fury, before suddenly propelling itself towards him with its still-functioning arms. Another bullet eventually found its way to the beast's head, hitting the ground with a wet splat! like a sack of meat as the man nimbly moves to the side.
"I'm never going to catch a break here, am I?" The man lamented, before the abyss he was in suddenly began shaking. Two pairs of scarlet eyes suddenly manifested itself in front of him, before suddenly taking a dark silhouette that grew in an alarming rate: the darkness eventually faded to reveal a marble-like statue, with a large crater that obstructed what would've been such majestic design.
Strange, despite its inanimate nature, the presence of the statue was as if it was capable of tearing deep into his psyche: every second was telling him to run and he couldn't understand why. He quickly pulled the trigger as he directed his guns at him, which suddenly stopped spraying bullets like it did earlier.
The statue did nothing but suddenly laughed at the man's misfortune, before the same scarlet eyes from earlier suddenly gave off an ominous glow, before firing red beams of light directly at the man.
"Aww, crap..."
"Tony, Tony..." a little voice spoke to him, causing the young man to jolt up from his slumber. Tony found himself in a familiar - at least, familiar to the best of his memory - room, laying on the same old rickety bed provided by the owner of the house he currently dwells in. "Tony, get up sleepyhead!" The voice continued its onslaught.
Tony turned to the direction of the voice, and events came face to face with the voice's owner: a little girl, no older than eight, and her head was covered in chestnut-colored hair.
"Tiki? The sun's not even out yet..." Tony yawned, looking through a nearby window as he then pulled the sheets over himself. "Just give me a few more hours and then I'll go play with you and Nesty..."
"Tony, the sun's no longer even out anymore, remember?" The little girl whined, "and dad says that it's time for you two to go to work!"
The last sentence that escaped from the little girl's lips caused the young man to fly out of his bed, running towards the coat rack that held a long brown coat and fingerless gloves. "Why didn't you say so earlier?!" Tony complained, hastily putting on the aforementioned coat and gloves. The girl's father wasn't exactly patient when it came to the jobs that he and Tony performed in: if he didn't make it in time, he'd leave and then come back depending on the job's severity.
He then runs back to his bed as he lifts the somewhat heavy mattress, revealing a small, silver key lying on the bed frame. He then uses the key on a safe that stood near his bed, opening the safe door as he grabbed what was inside it. In his hand was a military-grade tactical belt that held catridges filled to the brim with bullets, and two handguns that rested on the belt's holsters.
The origins of these guns were strange, as it was said to Tony that the guns were with him when they found him: the guns were thought to be modeled after the Colt M1911, but were full of customized parts. And on both guns' slides, the words "Luce & Ombra" were written in cursive.
With the coat on his back and belt buckled on his waist, he immediately bolted through the door.
Tony bursts out of the front door, running towards a worn out military truck as a man prepared to enter its back: his head was covered with short, chestnut curls similar to those of the girls' whose home Tony resides in, and wore a large coat that hid more than just his physique.
"Hey! Don't leave me behind!" Tony shouted, causing the man to halt and turned to his direction. He quickly moved past the older man and jumped onto the back of the truck, reserving himself a seat as some of the other older guys hastily moved out of the way. "Phew! That was a close call: just a few more minutes and I would've missed out on all the fun" he remarked, leaning back against his seat with his hands behind his head. He'd open one eye to see the faces of the people around him; and as usual, some of them give him rather cold stares. Talk about being a bunch of mood killers.
"If you don't want to be left behind, then you need to stop oversleeping" a voice scolded him, only for Tony to see the same man from before now sitting beside him. The man then felt a piercing cold as he noticed the cold stares had shifted onto him, only to sigh in response as his gaze suddenly took an interest on his boots.
Noticing all of that, Tony gently nudged him at his side: "I may have a knack for gunslinging, but you were pretty much gonna receive those kinds of stares for letting a sixteen-year-old waltz into the battlefield eh, old timer?" Tony quipped, letting out a chuckle. He had hoped to lighten the atmosphere; fortunately, he could see the man's lips slightly curling upwards. Who wouldn't find the young man's smile contagious?
"Grue, tell the kid to shut his mouth while we're traveling" well apparently, not everyone seems to share the sentiment as another man spoke up, with some of the others nodding in agreement.
"Actually, I think I prefer a boost in morale" Grue countered, "could use a breather from all of this despair, it can hamper my aim, right Tony? ...Tony?"
The older man turned his gaze towards the young gunslinger, whose eyes seemed to be focused on the cracks of the truck that showed the outside world: outside of the city walls, the land was sparse in vegetation, the only flora that grew were the ones that rarely transmigrated from the abysmal plains of hell. Houses that used to be brimming with light and joy, now reduced to a worn-down, burning memory.
"Yeah, I agree, this part of the city used to be so beautiful..." Grue sighed, "years later, and its still hard to believe that demons have attacked this place"
"I know that, but I was wondering if somewhere out there..." Tony trailed off, seemingly lost in thought.
"Your old memories?"
"Wha- no! I mean if there's tougher demons out there!" Tony quickly shut down his guess, "we've been fighting nothing but overgrown lizards each day, they're already feeling like non moving targets!"
"And besides... why do I need those old memories when I can just make new ones?" he continued, plastering a grin on his face. "I feel pretty content with my life after all"
Grue watched as Tony returned to staring at the devastated scenery, the young gunslinger's eyes filled with curiosity and longing. Even despite declining his desires to find out who he truly was, Grue wondered if that was truly the case.
Still - seeing Tony now - he wasn't like the little stray he found all those years ago...
Another mission...
These giant lizards were tough as nails , but Grue didn't waver just yet. Six rounds, six demons, he has to make every shot count or he's free lunch.
One lizard lunged at him with its retractable claw, Grue attempted to dodge but it managed to scrape his skin a little. He successfully managed to aim his barrel onto the demon's head, watching as its brains splattered everywhere as he unloaded a bullet onto its skull.
Another Lizard repeated the same action. Only this time, a second one joined the fray and went low. Grue waited for the exact moment their claws were ready to strike and dodged, causing the claws to get stuck on each other as he unloaded two more bullets.
He could hear the remaining three prowling around him, waiting for their turn to sink their teeth into his flesh. He managed to successfully put down two of them as they made their attack. But the moment the last demon lunged at him, he ended up missing his shot, causing him to dodge in panic only for the attack to successfully land on his chest.
Shouting in pain, Grue looked for anything he could use anything as a weapon. He managed to find a broken metal pipe on the floor; problem was, said pipe was across from the demon: with no time to spare, Grue quickly slid under the demon as it attempted to lunge at him, grabbing the broken pipe and successfully stabbed the giant lizard's skull.
"That's that" he remarked, looking over the dead bodies. As he was making his way back to camp, he couldn't help but feel as if something was watching him.
And then that's when he saw it: the moment he turned to the nearby worn-down house, a flash of dark suddenly retreated into the interior of the home. Gripping tightly onto the broken pipe, Grue carefully approached the broken house.
"Who's there?! Show yourself!" He commanded, only to hear a squeak in response. As he progressed further, he saw something- no, someone curled up sitting against the wall: a child with dark hair, no older than four, was cowering in fright. Quickly dropping the broken pipe, Grue quickly rushed to the kid.
"Hey, kid! What are you doing here?!" He questioned, only for the kid to suddenly tighten up. Not sure what to do, his hand moved to caress the child's head. "I'm not here to hurt you, son. I need to know what happened. Where's your mom and dad?"
The dark-haired child gradually began to face the man, removing his hands from his head. "I... I can't remember..." he replied, before suddenly bursting into tears again. "Why can't I remember?!"
"Easy! Easy! It's okay... don't hurt yourself from it..." Grue soothed, "do you at least remember your name?"
The boy shook his head, well that just made things harder.
"I see..." Grue muttered, before suddenly picking up the child. "well, I can't help you with your memories , but I at least can provide you with a shelter over your head and food to fill your stomach"
"W-where are we going?" The boy asked, wiping away his tears"
"A safer place" Grue answered, "no child is allowed to stay in a battlefield..."
AN: As you can see, I am not dead!
Jokes aside, For those worried I dropped DMC:LU don't worry I haven't, I am just working on something big there.
Anyways, with that out of the way, time for the main thing: I was planning to write a trilogy, basically The prequel, main, and sequel. Originally the prequel fanfic was supposed to be the story of Sparda, how the war between heaven and hell began, and how Sparda eventually sealed off these two worlds from the human realm. But it turns out I'm having difficulty in writing that. So the prequel will just be somewhat of a retelling of the DMC1 novel, but with a massive amount if changes.
If anyone is complaining about Dante being black-haired I'm asking you guys to plase bear with it for now, there's a reason why I've kept it in for the time being.
Anyways, welcome to my project of rewriting the reboot.
