Chapter One - The First Slain..............
The air was brisk, and somewhat harsh, brushing past Dante's smooth face as he stood on the cliff of Mallet island,
the crumbling mansion behind him deceasing and sinking into the ground slowly, and with groaning reluctancy as it moaned
to be free. Dante was victorious, for now perhaps. Mundus, Lord Of The Underworld was gone, forever?...........unlikely.
Yet, he stood proudly, smiling out to the ocean it certainly was his best job yet.
He flipped Ebony and Ivory's glistening triggers on his fingers with a grin, leaping with great skill down
the mountain side. And finally he left Mallet island.
As time passed, things changed and so did he. Alastor his sword, and his prize guns, Ebony and Ivory became
relics in his household, that slowly brewed up a family. He met a woman named Glory. One whom had captured
him for some reason. Perhaps it was her angelic smile, or maybe her soft, raven coloured hair that did it, yet he felt something
deeper than that towards her, she was the only person, aside from his mother and brother that he had
grown to love and trust tremendously. Alas, his mother and brother were gone and he found a new comfort in Glory.
She had given him his daughter, the new link to the Sparda line, and now it was her turn to step up and
defend this world against the Underworld.
Her raven hair trailed behind her with every vicious motion that she made, strangely the raven locks
were streaked with white, and held into a loose, low braid that reached the bottom of her back. Her clothing was more
than suitable for battle, a skin tight black tanktop, and skin tight leather trousers that tucked into protective
knee high boots. She plucked something from a poutch attatched to her studded black belt, loading it into Ivory.
The leathery surface of her fingerless black gloves screeched slightly, as she tightened her grip around her pistols.
The icey blue irises of her eyes, concentrating intensly as she watched the demon circle her. It was a Nobody,
strange how one had appeared, perhaps things were getting a little hectic down in the Underworld. It laughed mindlessly
at her, like a hyena. Circling around her, bobbing up and down like a demented primape. "You fucker!, keep still damnit!"
she shouted, firing a hail storm of bullets at the mindless creature. It hopped up and down, swaying from side
to side as it increased it's pace, knocking her to the floor as she crashed into an unwelcoming grave stone.
Warm, fresh blood trickled from her lip, and she stood
up dabbing her mouth with the leather of her glove. "Your gonna' fucking die for that...." she glared straight into
the creatures pit like oculars. Drawing a long, sharp blade from the attatchment on her back, it was none other than Alastor.
Her remark was replied by more mindless laughing as the creature bounded around her mockingly. The girl sighed,
and she thrust the blade through the air, in skillfull motions. Swiping it through the creatures flesh, spirting blood
everywhere, it's tattered remains lay on the floor, unidentafiable, it was mutilated so badly. The Nobody's head jerked up,
and it let out one final laugh. The skilled slayer turned on her heels to face it, whipping out Ebony and fiering
a bullet straight through it's forehead. She grinned, "Name's Liberty Sparda, you fucking dumb ass demon!".
Turning swiftly she placed Alastor back on her back rest, tucking Ebony and Ivory into her belt as she disappeared into
the shadow without a word.
The air was brisk, and somewhat harsh, brushing past Dante's smooth face as he stood on the cliff of Mallet island,
the crumbling mansion behind him deceasing and sinking into the ground slowly, and with groaning reluctancy as it moaned
to be free. Dante was victorious, for now perhaps. Mundus, Lord Of The Underworld was gone, forever?...........unlikely.
Yet, he stood proudly, smiling out to the ocean it certainly was his best job yet.
He flipped Ebony and Ivory's glistening triggers on his fingers with a grin, leaping with great skill down
the mountain side. And finally he left Mallet island.
As time passed, things changed and so did he. Alastor his sword, and his prize guns, Ebony and Ivory became
relics in his household, that slowly brewed up a family. He met a woman named Glory. One whom had captured
him for some reason. Perhaps it was her angelic smile, or maybe her soft, raven coloured hair that did it, yet he felt something
deeper than that towards her, she was the only person, aside from his mother and brother that he had
grown to love and trust tremendously. Alas, his mother and brother were gone and he found a new comfort in Glory.
She had given him his daughter, the new link to the Sparda line, and now it was her turn to step up and
defend this world against the Underworld.
Her raven hair trailed behind her with every vicious motion that she made, strangely the raven locks
were streaked with white, and held into a loose, low braid that reached the bottom of her back. Her clothing was more
than suitable for battle, a skin tight black tanktop, and skin tight leather trousers that tucked into protective
knee high boots. She plucked something from a poutch attatched to her studded black belt, loading it into Ivory.
The leathery surface of her fingerless black gloves screeched slightly, as she tightened her grip around her pistols.
The icey blue irises of her eyes, concentrating intensly as she watched the demon circle her. It was a Nobody,
strange how one had appeared, perhaps things were getting a little hectic down in the Underworld. It laughed mindlessly
at her, like a hyena. Circling around her, bobbing up and down like a demented primape. "You fucker!, keep still damnit!"
she shouted, firing a hail storm of bullets at the mindless creature. It hopped up and down, swaying from side
to side as it increased it's pace, knocking her to the floor as she crashed into an unwelcoming grave stone.
Warm, fresh blood trickled from her lip, and she stood
up dabbing her mouth with the leather of her glove. "Your gonna' fucking die for that...." she glared straight into
the creatures pit like oculars. Drawing a long, sharp blade from the attatchment on her back, it was none other than Alastor.
Her remark was replied by more mindless laughing as the creature bounded around her mockingly. The girl sighed,
and she thrust the blade through the air, in skillfull motions. Swiping it through the creatures flesh, spirting blood
everywhere, it's tattered remains lay on the floor, unidentafiable, it was mutilated so badly. The Nobody's head jerked up,
and it let out one final laugh. The skilled slayer turned on her heels to face it, whipping out Ebony and fiering
a bullet straight through it's forehead. She grinned, "Name's Liberty Sparda, you fucking dumb ass demon!".
Turning swiftly she placed Alastor back on her back rest, tucking Ebony and Ivory into her belt as she disappeared into
the shadow without a word.