Note: to all the readers: This is my first fanfic I've ever written and if you enjoy devil may cry along with various, games, anime, and movies then I am sure you'll enjoy this. Also I'm open to any critism and comments you may have so feel free, just don burn me too bad ok =D well here it is enjoy, oh yeah I don't own Devil May cry, the Dante and Trish, also be aware that this fanfic has graphic violence and intense language, as well as some sexual content.
Realms of Darkness:
By: Shadow Currain
Chapter 1: Eternal Shadows
It was a dark night in the morality deprived city. The full moon, along with the bright stars in the
clear sky, seemed to be brighter than usual, yet futile compared to the darkness that encased them, most of
The buildings were completely dead of life. The dark streets however, were with light and life. The dark
streets were speckled with lights from bars and street lights. The darkness of the night invited various
people, hookers, gangs, drug dealers, and many other sorts. The only thing darker than this night was the
hearts of these people that was on the street. Evil seemed to course through their veins, openly accepting
what they was doing. As the night progressed on all of the buildings turned the light off and died for the
night one by one, not even owners of
bars would put themselves of being killed from the crime that followed the late hours. Eventually all of the
buildings of the city were devoid of lights except for one. High above the door in neon lights read "Devil
May Cry". the sounds of Heavy metal blasted from the building was the only noise that could be heard at
this time.
Inside a beautiful woman with long blond hair sat at a desk with her legs resting on top her tight leather
outfit stuck to her every curve and pointed out every feature on her body. She sat there silently filing her
nails intently. She stopped, looked down at her nails with her beautiful deep eyes of hers, ran her hands
through her hair to place it out of her face, then continued her filing. At the other end of the room a man laid
back on a couch rested against the wall. As he laid there motionless, staring at the ceiling absorbing the
music that was pulsing through his veins, placing himself in what appeared to be a trance. The walls had
many severed heads of fiendish creatures, not of this world, that appears to as trophies. He remained in his
trance like state until the clattering of the phone interrupted him. He slowly sat up and ran his hand through
his platinum colored hair as the clattered continued for a second time. He slowly sat up supporting his
upper body with his forearms against his thighs. The woman looks at him as she picks up the phone in a
almost a seductive voice "Devil May Cry". The voice that spoke to her was muffled and much distorted, as
you can see her slightly focus to understand him. "I have a job for you two" he says in his raspy voice. "A
phrase in strange tongue of language. What if I mentioned that I had a job that I need some extraordinary
hunters. A smirk went on her face "I see", she simply replied. "Meet me at the old church on brick street in
down town we will speak more privately there" the voice says as he hangs up the phone with a click.
The woman walks toward the man at the other end of the room. "Dante, he said the password" she
says. The man, still braced with his forearms in a semi-trance, raises his head toward her. "So someone
finally said the magic word." Dante says rather impatiently. "I was starting to worry bout us going out of
business." he says as the woman's smirk inflects on Dante's face as well.
He slowly stands up and walks
behind the desk where she once sat. he looks down at a human skull that rests silently on the desk, his
sockets staring out across the room where Dante once sat. he reaches in front of the skull and softly jabs his
index and ring finger in the sockets and gently pulls back on the skull, revealing a metal shaft under the
skull. He lets go of the skull and it falls exactly the way it was only a large noises of shifting and changing
echoed through the walls. The wall behind the desk opened up revealing a secret corridor behind it. On one
side of the wall a large assortment of swords covered the wall, neatly mounted and placed properly. The
other side had a large assortment of firearms. The guns varied in size shape and purpose. Some of them
were designed to kill a large multitude without mercy and question, other to be discreet, he even had some
that weren't meant to kill at all. Underneath each gun he had a small rectangular door. He eyed all of the
weapons trying to decide what he was taking. He came across the rocket launcher and a look of satisfaction
came across his face. He opened up the door under the large pipe like gun. His look of satisfactory look
soon turned to disappointment when he saw the compartment was empty. "Damn it Trish where did I what
happened to all the rockets that was here." Dante says with a hint of anger to his voice. The beautiful
woman turns around with a smile, "you used them when you went to city hall and blasted those demons out
of the sky." she replies. "Oh well don't I just feel like an ass now." he says, a smirk returning to his face.
"Don't worry," she says comforting, "You look like one so much I can't tell anymore" she says with a laugh
bursting out just after the last word. He smiles at the statement and turns and grabs the 2 pistols hanging
on the wall. "I suppose ill go with my babies, never let me down yet" He says, as he grabs them both of the
guns one silver, the other black, in each hand. He starts to rapidly spin the guns around his hands. He then
holds the guns tightly stopping the guns from spinning and the barrels pointing straight in front of him,
then he slides them swiftly into the holsters he had on his sides. He then turned around and looked at his
selection of blades he gathered, deciding on what sword he was going to use. Trish walked up behind him,
"What sword are you going to use Dante?" She asks. "I haven't decided I've used every one of them and
none can match the great "Alastor" blade." He turns his heads and looks at his favorite sword, encased in a
glass display. The light dances all over it as the light revealed lightning surging all over the weapon.
"Dante, try this" She says as a blood red sword appears in her hand. He takes the sword and examines it.
"Wow! It's surprisingly light" he says as swings it around to test it. He then grabs the sword with both
hands, one hand on the blade and looks at the blade. On the side of the blade strange runes was carved on
the top and the bottom of the blade. Where the glyphs met was the words "Blood Lust" carved into it, thus
its name. "This is your two hundredth hunt so I wanted to give you a gift." She says to him. Dante another
smirk comes across his face "I like it!" he says, the smirk turning into a smile. He walks past her toward the
door, sliding his new sword on his back as he walks. "Are you coming too?" He asks his head not moving
toward her. "No!" She says bluntly, "I…I have things I must do" She exclaims. "Suite Yourself, that just
means more killing for me" He replies directly. "Where do I go?" He implies. "You must go to the old
church on brick street." Dante opens the door widely and throws his red trench coat on tossing the loose
ends behind him and walks out. After he left Trish turns around and walks to out the back door. "That
voice, It can't be Him, can it?" she says to herself. "I'm sorry Dante, I must take care of this" she continues.
Upon walking out into the dark night, the heavy damp night hit him all at once. He walked around
the building and down a dark alley to a small garage door. Dante slowly reached down and threw the door
open and looked inside the dark room. He immediately notices that the stylish motorcycle here is missing.
"Trish, What the fuck are you up too, and why do I have a feeling you're going to be trouble for me?" he
says to himself. He walks around to the side of a black car and opens the door widely. The throws himself
in and slams the door shut. He then turned the radio on to his heavy metal music and drives off.
The car comes to a stop, as the muscle car's engine goes from a roar to a strong purr. Beams of
bright cuts into the night, putting the darkness around the area into a retreat. Dante shuts the car off, both
the engine and the music die at that moment, as the darkness regroups where the lights once was. Dante
slowly steps out and takes a look at the church. Planks of wood covered where windows once was.
Wooden boards were also used to patch up holes inside of the roof. A great majority of the wood use for
building the church was old and decaying, visibly clear that this building was not safe. He walked inside the
church and surveyed the surroundings. The church's benches where covered in dirt with intricate spider
webs woven the entire place. Old candles hung on candlesticks on the walls and up on the pulpit that was
in front of the church. He slowly crept toward the middle of the room, when the doors shut loudly behind
him. Immediately afterwards all of the candles ignited in a bright blue flame that lit the entire sanctuary up.
A man looking in his late forties stood up behind the stand of the pulpit. "I'm so glad you could
show up Mr. Dante, allow me to introduce myself, I am Lazurus and you are here to witness a new age." He
shouts. "An age that will bring agony and anguish to all" he continues. "Well why you are here Dante look
over here" He says. The man known as Lazurus points to his down at the table just under the pulpit
revealing Trish bound by chains topless at there mercy. "Dante turn back now!" she screams. Upon Dante
seeing her chained up, he leaps back slightly, and draws his guns at the man in a fluid motion. The guns
gleamed in the supernatural light emitted from the candles. "Let her go now!" He demands. Lazurus replies
"I am afraid I can't do that you see the ritual must be completed, and you leave me no choice but to kill
you." Lazurus raises his hand above his head and a blue orb floats just above his hand. From this mystic
orb several beams of light burst from it, making smaller orbs which form into small demons, which quickly
surround Dante. The demons looked a lot like men formed from mud, and they were just that, as more was
forming from the ground. All of the demons were armed with a hatchet in each hand that dripped mud off
their blades. "Kill him!" Lazurus commanded, and the mob rushed Dante all at one time.
Dante immediately leaped high in the air forming a back flip, shooting the mud-like people as he fell.
Upon the bullets contacting the demons they instantly shattered like dried clay, but looked flowing, like
constantly moving mud. His jump brought himself down on top of a demon killing it as he tossed his black
gun into the air and drew his red sword and swung it across a demon, cutting him in half. He then brought
his other hand, still armed with the silver pistol, under his arm and shot a demon close to slashing him with
his axe. After that he wrapped his arm that just fired the shot around his back and grabbed the falling gun
and fired them both at the same time, at another, with the same hand. No matter how quick he killed them
they still grew from the ground quicker until they his guns were flung to different areas of the sanctuary and
his sword flung high in the air and pierced the ground just next to the ritual table. Though completely
disarmed he continues fighting with a growing fury. Dante starts attacking with his hands and feet in all
directions as if in a strange dance, intertwining dodges along with his attacks. After a while of fighting with
his martial arts he leaps high on to one of the dry rotted planks for the rafters, the mildewed wood collapses
under his weight, crushing several of the demons. He leaps to one side of the room, crashing onto one of
the demons. Immediately after landing he grabs the former demons hatchets as the rolls to his feet, quickly
turning to face the rest.
Dante charges into the multitude swinging in frenzy. The axes cleave through the fragile demons
easily, so Dante easily takes out several with each swing. Remains of the mob are slung in all directions as
the demons start to severely lose their upper hand. He cleaves into the last one in that rush of demons
when he hears Trish yell "Behind You!" He thrusts his elbows behind him breaking two demons then whirls
around and throws both of the hatchets at to more leaping for him in a last ditch effort. Both of the demons
get a good hack into his torso, but also are shattered at the same time. When the dust cleared Dante,
though heavily wounded, he remained standing.
"Bravo Dante!" Lazurus remarks as he begins a slow clap. "Good show I tell you, however I regret
to tell you that your next performance will now be a great" He continued. Lazurus then recreates the orb and
it strikes the ground creating a large earthquake. The old floor of the church began to splinter and shatter
three large objects was rising from the floor, the floor began to stop shaking but the floor explodes around
the bulges that was created, and three very large minotaurs with iron hammers were now in there stead. The
minotaurs were formed into a trinity attack formation, making Dante surrounded once again. The minotaur in
front of him swung his large, two-handed war hammer at Dante in enraged from the evil poured into him.
Dante leaped back only to have the other two minotaurs strike him in his back and side. The blows from the
hammers throw him effortlessly into the church wall. He picks himself slowly with all his might feeling his
the agony of his broken ribs now grinding together. He looks down and sees one of his guns and the other
not too far either. The reaches down and grabs his silver gun and stammers over to the black one and fires
away at the minotaurs. Bullets casings pour from the sides of the guns as he fires a constant stream of
projected bullets at the minotaurs. The bullets impact in futile attempts to injury the large minotaurs. To
them the bullets are like a mere bee sting, and they slowly edge over to Dante. "Fine you're goin down old
man" Dante says, as he turns his guns on Lazurus and fires at him instead. Lazurus, on the other hand
anticipated the attack and with his ritual staff he deflected every bullet." Dante, to his boiling point, in a
bright flash of light, turns into a winged demon. His once white skin now turning black and gray, with blue
markings on his face, he begins to feel his ribs mending quickly and in moments is one hundred percent
again. Dante quickly dashes over to his sword and grabs it and leaps high in the air and dives with his
sword in hand at one of the minotaurs. He pierces the beasts head and throws his blade like a making it
travel around the room, like a boomerang, decapitating the other two minotaurs. The foul beasts fall
simultaneously their heads now flowing sources of blood, pouring their contents for all to see.
"Enough playing" Lazurus says, now disgruntled. He take his staff with a pointed end and thrusts
it into Trish, impaling her. "Give me the power O merciful dark lords" Lazurus chants as the roof rips off,
revealing the storm that appeared from the impaling. The once dark night now full of light from flashing
lightning, and no longer quiet from the crashing thunder. Trish screams in utter agony from the obstruction
in her heart. A bolt of lightning strikes his staff causing more pain upon her, and a bolt strikes Lazurus.
Even though in pain Lazurus pulls the staff out and surprisingly to Trish there is not injury.
"Farewell to the both of you" Lazurus says as he rips the time fabric and walks into the portal he
created. Dante shoots the locks off the chains and unchains Trish, who is still very sore. "Are you ok
Trish" Dante asks. Trish looks at him for a brief moment then passes out from exaustion. "Relax you'll be
home soon" Dante says conforting. As soon as he said that however, the blue flamed all gathered to the
middle of the sanctuary and created a massive phoenix engulfed in blue flames. Dante whirled again to
behold the magnificent demon and drew his pistols upon it as it took flight. "So you want to fly do you, well
I can fly too bird brain." Dante said arrogantly. Dante transformed into his demon form once again and took
flight after the bird. The firebird created a blue light around Dante, and while he was several hundred feet in
the air he transformed back into his normal form. As Dante fell the Phoenix grabbed him with is flaming
talons and slammed him into the splinted church floor.
"You fool, I know all about you, you can only go in demon form when I want you too" the bird
said mockingly "Now I have you at the end of your life….goodbye Dante the demon slayer" the bird said.
The bird reared his head back to finish Dante off when a mysterious man appears wearing a shrouded cloak
that conceals him. He took in his hand a red orb and throws it hard at the bird, upon contact the bird is
immediately turned inside out, exposing all his organs, and sinew for the naked eye. The man walks over the
bird corpse and picks Dante up "You have been shadow bound Dante" he says "it's a spell that prevents
your demon form, made just for you" he continues. The man casts a spell which sheds a pale white aura
energy around Dante. "There now you are cured, but time is not our friend, the portal is opening soon and
you all will be sucked in." "What?!" Trish says. "It is true your enemy is in there somewhere and you must
find him." the mysterious man implies. "Dante, listen to me" the man demands " you are too weak to move
at this point ill take you to the portal." "Well ill see you on the other side" Trish says, then immediately
leaping through. The man picks Dante up and carries him to the portal "This is it, the start of your journey,
you will finally understand everything about your past and future soon enough Father" the man says as the
walks through the dimensional rip, it sealing up, just after they walk through.
Realms of Darkness:
By: Shadow Currain
Chapter 1: Eternal Shadows
It was a dark night in the morality deprived city. The full moon, along with the bright stars in the
clear sky, seemed to be brighter than usual, yet futile compared to the darkness that encased them, most of
The buildings were completely dead of life. The dark streets however, were with light and life. The dark
streets were speckled with lights from bars and street lights. The darkness of the night invited various
people, hookers, gangs, drug dealers, and many other sorts. The only thing darker than this night was the
hearts of these people that was on the street. Evil seemed to course through their veins, openly accepting
what they was doing. As the night progressed on all of the buildings turned the light off and died for the
night one by one, not even owners of
bars would put themselves of being killed from the crime that followed the late hours. Eventually all of the
buildings of the city were devoid of lights except for one. High above the door in neon lights read "Devil
May Cry". the sounds of Heavy metal blasted from the building was the only noise that could be heard at
this time.
Inside a beautiful woman with long blond hair sat at a desk with her legs resting on top her tight leather
outfit stuck to her every curve and pointed out every feature on her body. She sat there silently filing her
nails intently. She stopped, looked down at her nails with her beautiful deep eyes of hers, ran her hands
through her hair to place it out of her face, then continued her filing. At the other end of the room a man laid
back on a couch rested against the wall. As he laid there motionless, staring at the ceiling absorbing the
music that was pulsing through his veins, placing himself in what appeared to be a trance. The walls had
many severed heads of fiendish creatures, not of this world, that appears to as trophies. He remained in his
trance like state until the clattering of the phone interrupted him. He slowly sat up and ran his hand through
his platinum colored hair as the clattered continued for a second time. He slowly sat up supporting his
upper body with his forearms against his thighs. The woman looks at him as she picks up the phone in a
almost a seductive voice "Devil May Cry". The voice that spoke to her was muffled and much distorted, as
you can see her slightly focus to understand him. "I have a job for you two" he says in his raspy voice. "A
phrase in strange tongue of language. What if I mentioned that I had a job that I need some extraordinary
hunters. A smirk went on her face "I see", she simply replied. "Meet me at the old church on brick street in
down town we will speak more privately there" the voice says as he hangs up the phone with a click.
The woman walks toward the man at the other end of the room. "Dante, he said the password" she
says. The man, still braced with his forearms in a semi-trance, raises his head toward her. "So someone
finally said the magic word." Dante says rather impatiently. "I was starting to worry bout us going out of
business." he says as the woman's smirk inflects on Dante's face as well.
He slowly stands up and walks
behind the desk where she once sat. he looks down at a human skull that rests silently on the desk, his
sockets staring out across the room where Dante once sat. he reaches in front of the skull and softly jabs his
index and ring finger in the sockets and gently pulls back on the skull, revealing a metal shaft under the
skull. He lets go of the skull and it falls exactly the way it was only a large noises of shifting and changing
echoed through the walls. The wall behind the desk opened up revealing a secret corridor behind it. On one
side of the wall a large assortment of swords covered the wall, neatly mounted and placed properly. The
other side had a large assortment of firearms. The guns varied in size shape and purpose. Some of them
were designed to kill a large multitude without mercy and question, other to be discreet, he even had some
that weren't meant to kill at all. Underneath each gun he had a small rectangular door. He eyed all of the
weapons trying to decide what he was taking. He came across the rocket launcher and a look of satisfaction
came across his face. He opened up the door under the large pipe like gun. His look of satisfactory look
soon turned to disappointment when he saw the compartment was empty. "Damn it Trish where did I what
happened to all the rockets that was here." Dante says with a hint of anger to his voice. The beautiful
woman turns around with a smile, "you used them when you went to city hall and blasted those demons out
of the sky." she replies. "Oh well don't I just feel like an ass now." he says, a smirk returning to his face.
"Don't worry," she says comforting, "You look like one so much I can't tell anymore" she says with a laugh
bursting out just after the last word. He smiles at the statement and turns and grabs the 2 pistols hanging
on the wall. "I suppose ill go with my babies, never let me down yet" He says, as he grabs them both of the
guns one silver, the other black, in each hand. He starts to rapidly spin the guns around his hands. He then
holds the guns tightly stopping the guns from spinning and the barrels pointing straight in front of him,
then he slides them swiftly into the holsters he had on his sides. He then turned around and looked at his
selection of blades he gathered, deciding on what sword he was going to use. Trish walked up behind him,
"What sword are you going to use Dante?" She asks. "I haven't decided I've used every one of them and
none can match the great "Alastor" blade." He turns his heads and looks at his favorite sword, encased in a
glass display. The light dances all over it as the light revealed lightning surging all over the weapon.
"Dante, try this" She says as a blood red sword appears in her hand. He takes the sword and examines it.
"Wow! It's surprisingly light" he says as swings it around to test it. He then grabs the sword with both
hands, one hand on the blade and looks at the blade. On the side of the blade strange runes was carved on
the top and the bottom of the blade. Where the glyphs met was the words "Blood Lust" carved into it, thus
its name. "This is your two hundredth hunt so I wanted to give you a gift." She says to him. Dante another
smirk comes across his face "I like it!" he says, the smirk turning into a smile. He walks past her toward the
door, sliding his new sword on his back as he walks. "Are you coming too?" He asks his head not moving
toward her. "No!" She says bluntly, "I…I have things I must do" She exclaims. "Suite Yourself, that just
means more killing for me" He replies directly. "Where do I go?" He implies. "You must go to the old
church on brick street." Dante opens the door widely and throws his red trench coat on tossing the loose
ends behind him and walks out. After he left Trish turns around and walks to out the back door. "That
voice, It can't be Him, can it?" she says to herself. "I'm sorry Dante, I must take care of this" she continues.
Upon walking out into the dark night, the heavy damp night hit him all at once. He walked around
the building and down a dark alley to a small garage door. Dante slowly reached down and threw the door
open and looked inside the dark room. He immediately notices that the stylish motorcycle here is missing.
"Trish, What the fuck are you up too, and why do I have a feeling you're going to be trouble for me?" he
says to himself. He walks around to the side of a black car and opens the door widely. The throws himself
in and slams the door shut. He then turned the radio on to his heavy metal music and drives off.
The car comes to a stop, as the muscle car's engine goes from a roar to a strong purr. Beams of
bright cuts into the night, putting the darkness around the area into a retreat. Dante shuts the car off, both
the engine and the music die at that moment, as the darkness regroups where the lights once was. Dante
slowly steps out and takes a look at the church. Planks of wood covered where windows once was.
Wooden boards were also used to patch up holes inside of the roof. A great majority of the wood use for
building the church was old and decaying, visibly clear that this building was not safe. He walked inside the
church and surveyed the surroundings. The church's benches where covered in dirt with intricate spider
webs woven the entire place. Old candles hung on candlesticks on the walls and up on the pulpit that was
in front of the church. He slowly crept toward the middle of the room, when the doors shut loudly behind
him. Immediately afterwards all of the candles ignited in a bright blue flame that lit the entire sanctuary up.
A man looking in his late forties stood up behind the stand of the pulpit. "I'm so glad you could
show up Mr. Dante, allow me to introduce myself, I am Lazurus and you are here to witness a new age." He
shouts. "An age that will bring agony and anguish to all" he continues. "Well why you are here Dante look
over here" He says. The man known as Lazurus points to his down at the table just under the pulpit
revealing Trish bound by chains topless at there mercy. "Dante turn back now!" she screams. Upon Dante
seeing her chained up, he leaps back slightly, and draws his guns at the man in a fluid motion. The guns
gleamed in the supernatural light emitted from the candles. "Let her go now!" He demands. Lazurus replies
"I am afraid I can't do that you see the ritual must be completed, and you leave me no choice but to kill
you." Lazurus raises his hand above his head and a blue orb floats just above his hand. From this mystic
orb several beams of light burst from it, making smaller orbs which form into small demons, which quickly
surround Dante. The demons looked a lot like men formed from mud, and they were just that, as more was
forming from the ground. All of the demons were armed with a hatchet in each hand that dripped mud off
their blades. "Kill him!" Lazurus commanded, and the mob rushed Dante all at one time.
Dante immediately leaped high in the air forming a back flip, shooting the mud-like people as he fell.
Upon the bullets contacting the demons they instantly shattered like dried clay, but looked flowing, like
constantly moving mud. His jump brought himself down on top of a demon killing it as he tossed his black
gun into the air and drew his red sword and swung it across a demon, cutting him in half. He then brought
his other hand, still armed with the silver pistol, under his arm and shot a demon close to slashing him with
his axe. After that he wrapped his arm that just fired the shot around his back and grabbed the falling gun
and fired them both at the same time, at another, with the same hand. No matter how quick he killed them
they still grew from the ground quicker until they his guns were flung to different areas of the sanctuary and
his sword flung high in the air and pierced the ground just next to the ritual table. Though completely
disarmed he continues fighting with a growing fury. Dante starts attacking with his hands and feet in all
directions as if in a strange dance, intertwining dodges along with his attacks. After a while of fighting with
his martial arts he leaps high on to one of the dry rotted planks for the rafters, the mildewed wood collapses
under his weight, crushing several of the demons. He leaps to one side of the room, crashing onto one of
the demons. Immediately after landing he grabs the former demons hatchets as the rolls to his feet, quickly
turning to face the rest.
Dante charges into the multitude swinging in frenzy. The axes cleave through the fragile demons
easily, so Dante easily takes out several with each swing. Remains of the mob are slung in all directions as
the demons start to severely lose their upper hand. He cleaves into the last one in that rush of demons
when he hears Trish yell "Behind You!" He thrusts his elbows behind him breaking two demons then whirls
around and throws both of the hatchets at to more leaping for him in a last ditch effort. Both of the demons
get a good hack into his torso, but also are shattered at the same time. When the dust cleared Dante,
though heavily wounded, he remained standing.
"Bravo Dante!" Lazurus remarks as he begins a slow clap. "Good show I tell you, however I regret
to tell you that your next performance will now be a great" He continued. Lazurus then recreates the orb and
it strikes the ground creating a large earthquake. The old floor of the church began to splinter and shatter
three large objects was rising from the floor, the floor began to stop shaking but the floor explodes around
the bulges that was created, and three very large minotaurs with iron hammers were now in there stead. The
minotaurs were formed into a trinity attack formation, making Dante surrounded once again. The minotaur in
front of him swung his large, two-handed war hammer at Dante in enraged from the evil poured into him.
Dante leaped back only to have the other two minotaurs strike him in his back and side. The blows from the
hammers throw him effortlessly into the church wall. He picks himself slowly with all his might feeling his
the agony of his broken ribs now grinding together. He looks down and sees one of his guns and the other
not too far either. The reaches down and grabs his silver gun and stammers over to the black one and fires
away at the minotaurs. Bullets casings pour from the sides of the guns as he fires a constant stream of
projected bullets at the minotaurs. The bullets impact in futile attempts to injury the large minotaurs. To
them the bullets are like a mere bee sting, and they slowly edge over to Dante. "Fine you're goin down old
man" Dante says, as he turns his guns on Lazurus and fires at him instead. Lazurus, on the other hand
anticipated the attack and with his ritual staff he deflected every bullet." Dante, to his boiling point, in a
bright flash of light, turns into a winged demon. His once white skin now turning black and gray, with blue
markings on his face, he begins to feel his ribs mending quickly and in moments is one hundred percent
again. Dante quickly dashes over to his sword and grabs it and leaps high in the air and dives with his
sword in hand at one of the minotaurs. He pierces the beasts head and throws his blade like a making it
travel around the room, like a boomerang, decapitating the other two minotaurs. The foul beasts fall
simultaneously their heads now flowing sources of blood, pouring their contents for all to see.
"Enough playing" Lazurus says, now disgruntled. He take his staff with a pointed end and thrusts
it into Trish, impaling her. "Give me the power O merciful dark lords" Lazurus chants as the roof rips off,
revealing the storm that appeared from the impaling. The once dark night now full of light from flashing
lightning, and no longer quiet from the crashing thunder. Trish screams in utter agony from the obstruction
in her heart. A bolt of lightning strikes his staff causing more pain upon her, and a bolt strikes Lazurus.
Even though in pain Lazurus pulls the staff out and surprisingly to Trish there is not injury.
"Farewell to the both of you" Lazurus says as he rips the time fabric and walks into the portal he
created. Dante shoots the locks off the chains and unchains Trish, who is still very sore. "Are you ok
Trish" Dante asks. Trish looks at him for a brief moment then passes out from exaustion. "Relax you'll be
home soon" Dante says conforting. As soon as he said that however, the blue flamed all gathered to the
middle of the sanctuary and created a massive phoenix engulfed in blue flames. Dante whirled again to
behold the magnificent demon and drew his pistols upon it as it took flight. "So you want to fly do you, well
I can fly too bird brain." Dante said arrogantly. Dante transformed into his demon form once again and took
flight after the bird. The firebird created a blue light around Dante, and while he was several hundred feet in
the air he transformed back into his normal form. As Dante fell the Phoenix grabbed him with is flaming
talons and slammed him into the splinted church floor.
"You fool, I know all about you, you can only go in demon form when I want you too" the bird
said mockingly "Now I have you at the end of your life….goodbye Dante the demon slayer" the bird said.
The bird reared his head back to finish Dante off when a mysterious man appears wearing a shrouded cloak
that conceals him. He took in his hand a red orb and throws it hard at the bird, upon contact the bird is
immediately turned inside out, exposing all his organs, and sinew for the naked eye. The man walks over the
bird corpse and picks Dante up "You have been shadow bound Dante" he says "it's a spell that prevents
your demon form, made just for you" he continues. The man casts a spell which sheds a pale white aura
energy around Dante. "There now you are cured, but time is not our friend, the portal is opening soon and
you all will be sucked in." "What?!" Trish says. "It is true your enemy is in there somewhere and you must
find him." the mysterious man implies. "Dante, listen to me" the man demands " you are too weak to move
at this point ill take you to the portal." "Well ill see you on the other side" Trish says, then immediately
leaping through. The man picks Dante up and carries him to the portal "This is it, the start of your journey,
you will finally understand everything about your past and future soon enough Father" the man says as the
walks through the dimensional rip, it sealing up, just after they walk through.