Alexander grew up in a loving home. He never made his parents angry. He was mischevious, but
it was to be expected. He never met his father's force or anger, he never really provoked
either, but Dante wouldn't do it if he did.
He didn't grow up in society. He grew up in his mansion home. His parents found a highly
intellegent demon to teach him and the two became good friends. Alexander was a smart kid,
even for his age. He was fourty and had the maturity of a man much older. He made his
parents proud. He was strong, atheletic. His father taught him to fight with a sword, one
they even made together. It was quite similar to the Force Edge. That's what Alexander
secretly called it.
"Father, will you teach me to fight?" Alexander once asked. He was about eleven, and at the
age where Trish and Dante were wondering if they should teach him to effectively use the
strength heredity granted him. Dante was more open to teaching it to him than was Trish,
but he wanted to teach him that he shouldn't use his strength against a civilian or anyone
who didn't attack him first. Trish didn't want him to know it at all, but there was the
thought in the back of her mind.
It was what made her find Dante under Mundus's orders in the first place. They were the
descendants of the greatest warrior ever, Sparda. Should something happen that would throw
the cosmos out of balance, such as another attack from Mundus, and Dante not be there,
no one could save humankind. She stayed up late thinking about it for a few nights on end.
He was going to be a powerful man someday, she thought, he might as well know how to use
the power he has and not let it go to waste.
What Trish wanted for Alexander was to be able to overcome any problem he may have with
his intellegence. Unfortunately, in certain situations, it's not possible. She thought,
maybe he could learn magic instead. But how different would that be? He'd use a magic spell
to hurt people instead of his fists, there was no difference. It made her sad, having to be
in this situation. How could something be pre-destined and possibly be placed on the
shoulders of her son before he was old enough to understand his full abilities?
Her random thoughts came into order one night, the night before she gave the OK for Dante
to teach him how to fight. She thought, my son will be great one day and who am I to put a
stop on it before it goes? Had it not been for a situation like the one she and her consort
went through, Alexander wouldn't've been born, or even thought of. Alexander would need to
be there if something happened and his father wasn't, Alexander would need to step up.
The next day, Trish went to Dante and explained her reasonings for not wanting Alexander
to know how to fight, and then told him why she decided he could learn.
"I understand, Trish. I don't want him to have to save humanity either, but it's heritage.
I'll be there for him and all humans as much as I can, but one day I won't be there and
he'll have to fight. It happened to my father, it happened to me, and it will happen to
him, too."
* * * * *
"M'lady, Hephaistion has woke up," the maiden creature told her queen.
"Thank you," the queen replied. "Are we ready to do the aging spells yet?"
"I believe so, yes."
"Alright. I need you to be doing that while I summon a great demon to occupy his weapon."
"But who will you resurrect? The only person nearly strong enough would either be Mundus
or..."
"Yes," the queen said as she turned to slither back into a corridor. At the end of the
cavern-like hallway was a small, damp room lit by candles. "Yes," she said to her self, "the
third piece in the puzzle of Sparda."
She came to a small, table-like rock in the center of the room where a large halberd laid.
Under the halberd, written on the stone in chalk of red and blue, were many symbols that
came from varying cultures. Runes from all over the world circling a large, white pentacle.
"Into the sword, I summon thee! VIRGIL!" the queen screamed. The symbols on the stone
began to glow and black and blue lights swirled around the sword and eventually 'soaked'
into the sword, giving it the same colors.
it was to be expected. He never met his father's force or anger, he never really provoked
either, but Dante wouldn't do it if he did.
He didn't grow up in society. He grew up in his mansion home. His parents found a highly
intellegent demon to teach him and the two became good friends. Alexander was a smart kid,
even for his age. He was fourty and had the maturity of a man much older. He made his
parents proud. He was strong, atheletic. His father taught him to fight with a sword, one
they even made together. It was quite similar to the Force Edge. That's what Alexander
secretly called it.
"Father, will you teach me to fight?" Alexander once asked. He was about eleven, and at the
age where Trish and Dante were wondering if they should teach him to effectively use the
strength heredity granted him. Dante was more open to teaching it to him than was Trish,
but he wanted to teach him that he shouldn't use his strength against a civilian or anyone
who didn't attack him first. Trish didn't want him to know it at all, but there was the
thought in the back of her mind.
It was what made her find Dante under Mundus's orders in the first place. They were the
descendants of the greatest warrior ever, Sparda. Should something happen that would throw
the cosmos out of balance, such as another attack from Mundus, and Dante not be there,
no one could save humankind. She stayed up late thinking about it for a few nights on end.
He was going to be a powerful man someday, she thought, he might as well know how to use
the power he has and not let it go to waste.
What Trish wanted for Alexander was to be able to overcome any problem he may have with
his intellegence. Unfortunately, in certain situations, it's not possible. She thought,
maybe he could learn magic instead. But how different would that be? He'd use a magic spell
to hurt people instead of his fists, there was no difference. It made her sad, having to be
in this situation. How could something be pre-destined and possibly be placed on the
shoulders of her son before he was old enough to understand his full abilities?
Her random thoughts came into order one night, the night before she gave the OK for Dante
to teach him how to fight. She thought, my son will be great one day and who am I to put a
stop on it before it goes? Had it not been for a situation like the one she and her consort
went through, Alexander wouldn't've been born, or even thought of. Alexander would need to
be there if something happened and his father wasn't, Alexander would need to step up.
The next day, Trish went to Dante and explained her reasonings for not wanting Alexander
to know how to fight, and then told him why she decided he could learn.
"I understand, Trish. I don't want him to have to save humanity either, but it's heritage.
I'll be there for him and all humans as much as I can, but one day I won't be there and
he'll have to fight. It happened to my father, it happened to me, and it will happen to
him, too."
* * * * *
"M'lady, Hephaistion has woke up," the maiden creature told her queen.
"Thank you," the queen replied. "Are we ready to do the aging spells yet?"
"I believe so, yes."
"Alright. I need you to be doing that while I summon a great demon to occupy his weapon."
"But who will you resurrect? The only person nearly strong enough would either be Mundus
or..."
"Yes," the queen said as she turned to slither back into a corridor. At the end of the
cavern-like hallway was a small, damp room lit by candles. "Yes," she said to her self, "the
third piece in the puzzle of Sparda."
She came to a small, table-like rock in the center of the room where a large halberd laid.
Under the halberd, written on the stone in chalk of red and blue, were many symbols that
came from varying cultures. Runes from all over the world circling a large, white pentacle.
"Into the sword, I summon thee! VIRGIL!" the queen screamed. The symbols on the stone
began to glow and black and blue lights swirled around the sword and eventually 'soaked'
into the sword, giving it the same colors.