Disclaimer Notice: Final Fantasy 8, nor any of it's locations, characters, etc. do not belong to me, but to the great people of Squresoft who, undoubtedly, worked very hard on this game, and kudos to you guys for doing that. Also, Devil May Cry does not belong to me, but to Capcom, who did make this kick ass game. Although, the character, Christian Knyght, does belong to me.

A/N: Christian is the descendant of Dante, the main character of Devil May Cry, so don't be surprised if you see a few similarities between the two.

~Devil's Don't Cry~

The already unsteady wall's,of what once was Odin's resting place, began to tremble slightly as the new threat slowly rose out of the depth's of hell. Inside Odin's chamber, a single, solitary crack made it's way slowly across the room, when suddenly, it opened up. This sudden change in the structure caused the throne Odin once sat upon to fall deep within the depths of the planet, into the fiery pits of the Underworld beneath it. Flames trickled up slowly from the crevice, the heat coming from them causing the floor and walls to heat up excessively.

From within the deepest reaches of the Underworld, arose the powerful King of Hell, Tiberius. Tiberius was a powerful demon-king, whose only goal was to destroy the human race and take over what they called, Earth. Here, he would rule supreme, and all the souls in hell would once again, live in paradise instead of those disgusting, and degrading pits of Hell.

Out of the crevice in Odin's resting chamber, a single, solitary hand appeared, it was covered in a blackish looking outer skin with long, sharp, protruding claws emitting from it's fingertips. Slowly, more of the creatures body was revealed as it rose out of Hell. Soon, it's entire body was in view, the flames dancing around making it look like one, large, burning mass of flesh. It's eyes glowed a reddish color, with a set of horns protruding from behind what looked to be it's ears. Tiberius' face was distorted, no nose was to be seen, and it's mouth opened slightly, and emitted a loud roar, or shriek, exposing two rows of sharp, yellow teeth. It's body was all muscle, but burnt muscle. With arms the size of a healthy young man, and leg's that looked as large and immense as any tree, this creature was certainly nothing anyone had ever seen before.

The gap slowly closed behind Tiberius as he looked around the large chamber, his eyes adjusting to the darkness of the room. Soon, the gap was completely closed and he slowly started to walk out of the room, the sound of the claws on his feet on the floor was a sharp clicking noise. He emmited a deep growl from his throat as he walked outside, and looked up at the stormy sky, lighting bolts flashing in the distance as the sound of thunder rumbling could be heard in the distance.

He had been waiting many years for his chance at becoming emporer of this planet, after many others before him had failed. He had promised himself, a long time ago, that he wouldn't fail. That he would succeed and become the ruler of this planet; and destroy the pathetic humans who roamed it. Some, he would keep however. Those who were strong fighters, physically and mentally, would be turned into powerful demon-warriors, or demon-knights, who would serve him, and only him. At this thought, he turned his head up to the dark sky, and let out a loud, shrill laugh that could be heard for miles around. Then, for the first time, the menace spoke, his voice a deep, animalistic, gurgle of sorts, that sounded as evil as the demon who spoke it was. "This...place, will be mine, and no once can stop me!"

He threw his hands up into the air and balled then into a fist, a sudden gust of wind causing the cape he wore to flow wildly behind him. Slowly, he put his hands back down at looked down at the sword he wore at his side, it's blade just as black as his body. He brought a leathery hand down to grip it's hilt, and drew it from the scabbard it was encased in. He held it high in the air with one hand, then with a laugh, slashed downwards and, with a sudden movement of his legs, lept into the air and landed atop the roof of Odin's chamber. He rested his large body on the statue atop the roof, and as it started to rain, just let the water lap against his body, giving his skin a rubbery appearance.

He sat there a long time, just pondering what his first move should be, when it suddenly hit him. He should find an island of some sort to hide on, until his powers reached their full strength once again. Then, when the time came, he would make the planet his....forever.