Chapter 3 – Advent of Malevolence
"So we found him", a dark voice muttered in the cold night. The voice belonged to a human figure that stood nearly seven foot tall. His skin was hard and black like a raven, his body muscular, and his eyes dark blue. Little could be seen of the man. He had a black sword carried on his back. It was large and appeared to be heavy.
"We've yet to confirm that he is here", another cool voice said. This voice belonged to a man who stood six foot tall, had a mix of blue eyes with a hint of grey and had almost snow-white hair that was combed back in spikes. He was wearing blue trousers and a blue vest in hard leather, and a dark blue trench coat worn over. "Don't get your hopes up."
"You just wait, I can feel his presence already, I'll have his head-
"Your hopes, Alastor!" the man with the white hair hissed angrily and gave the other man a murderous look. "I don't care if you're one of the cruellest demons of the Underworld, you are in league with me, and I will not tolerate the behaviour of a lunatic berserker!"
"You're not exactly cool yourself, are you?" the demon spat back and looked out at the city from the roof which they were standing at.
"That's because your intolerance is childish and annoying", the white-haired man replied coldly and indifferently as he, too, eyed the city. "Who informed you that Dante lived here in Harbington?"
"Harbington?" the demon replied and looked at his companion. "I heard from my scout that he lived in Harlington..."
"We're at the wrong place then", the man simply replied. "They call you 'The Executioner', my friend Alastor, but I've yet to see you execute something else than speeches about your admirable strength you thick, dim-witted piece of brawn."
Alastor quickly drew his sword and swung it at the man with the trench coat, who quickly dodged it and made a flip backwards. As he landed, he drew his long samurai sword and glared vividly at Alastor.
"You'll never attempt that ever again, Alastor!"
"Being the son of Sparda does not give you the right to taunt me, Vergil!"
"That's enough Alastor", the half-devil exclaimed as the black demon attacked him again. Vergil blocked the sword swiftly and skilfully, but Alastor got an upper hand and kicked Vergil, who stumbled back and found his vest slightly dirty. He wiped it all off and tightened his grip around his curved sword as he gave away a faint smile and continued to have his eyes fixed on Alastor.
"Are you going to kill me?" Vergil said and slid his sword back to its sheath that was hanging down from a belt. "Go ahead if you feel the need of it. Don't forget who you're dealing with, though."
"You're half-devil, not even full-blood", Alastor said and sheathed his sword on his back. "I've yet to see why you're so admirable yourself."
"You're not meant to know", Vergil whispered, "but if you insist..."
Swift like a split second, Vergil drew his sword again. In the flash of an instant, he had darted against Alastor, who barely managed to block with his sword. Vergil swung his sword at well-placed spots only a few times before his blade was resting on Alastor's neck, barely touching the skin.
"We're not here to fight, Alastor, we're here to retrieve the Force Edge from Dante, and his half of the amulet." Vergil put his hand to his pocket and pulled out a silver chain similar to Dante's, and the pendant on it was identical to Dante's. "My twin brother doesn't realize its powers; he just thinks the amulet and the Force Edge are remains from our parents."
"How can you be so sure?"
"Because several years ago we had a clashing, when we were very young. He's never bothered about finding me ever since." Vergil glanced at Alastor. "Why are you still here? Get moving to Harlington; if Dante's there, I want him. Do NOT kill him! Knock him down if you must, but I want to do battle with him fair and square. This time I'll finish him off."
Alastor and Vergil looked at each other for a while, and then with a rumbling, suppressed cry, Alastor constricted himself even though not visible, and two huge and bat-like, black wings grew out from his back. Alastor jumped away from the building, flapping his wings fast and hard before he managed to take flight, soaring high up in the air and away from Harbington.
Vergil sheathed his sword again and looked out at Harbington. He noticed that one nearby building in particular was peculiar. It was a school building, and yet, in the middle of the night at a Friday, a motorcycle echoed silently throughout the city. At first, Vergil paid the vehicle no attention. Then he immediately noticed the driver; crimson red trench coat and white hair.
"Dante", Vergil whispered and watched as they slowed down. Both Dante and his passenger got off the motorcycle and entered the school building. Vergil noticed a few blades entering through the windows of the second floor. Without hesitation, he jumped down the three floors high building and landed on his feet, supporting the fall with one knee. "So you were here after all... don't worry, brother... I've got you..."
"This is the third time I yawn", said Dante after yawning. He walked around the basement floor of the school, and found only boring corridors, dull hallways and truly ugly rooms. It helped when he stumbled across a room with several instruments. The blatantly ignored the bass, the piano and even the electric guitar. He sat on the stool with the leather skin cover and put his foot on the pedal, pushing it once in a while before he started playing the drums. He noticed that the Blades - demonic warrior lizards – were approaching, and by the time he was playing in a crazed frenzy, the Blades jumped at him.
Dante smashed the drum set, breaking them before he flipped it over, completely wrecking it, and drew his sword. He impaled the demonic beast and crashed out of the room, piercing it on the wall before he withdrew the Force Edge and chopped the head off of another Blade.
"Like a child's game", Dante mused to himself as he slew a few more using only one hand. "A pizza would be delicious by now."
Having retreated to the basement entrance, Dante kicked out the Blade in the room, closed the door and put the sword on his back, the blood still dripping from it. He slowly walked up the creaked stairs towards the door that was slightly opened, and opened it. He was met by normal light, but found no one there.
Dante walked past the doors and corridors, and noticed that quite a few Blades were lying on the floor, apparently killed by a swordsman. Dante shrugged and headed towards the main hall and the opened the double doors of the schools, and walked outside. He looked over to his left and sighed in relief. His motorcycle was still there. It was then that he noticed that Ardor wasn't there.
Dante groaned at the thought of having to go back and look for him. Instead he sat on his motorcycle and waited a few minutes. Once those minutes had passed, he waited some more. Still no Ardor. Dante groaned and got off his motorcycle. When he headed for the double doors, he heard a soaring sound, and suddenly, before he had time to react, a huge ball of fire crashed on the front side of the school, causing a huge explosion to erupt. The blast pushed Dante dozens of yards away, crashing against a brick wall. When he looked up, he could see another fire ball ramming the school, blasting it away.
Author's Note: I'm delaying more with my chapters ( really sorry about that. I've had many tests and stuff this week, and I have a few other projects and such, so I haven't had time to write. I finally got around to writing this chapter today, and now it's finished! Not as long as the previous chapter, but hopefully this'll pump things up now that we've got a few major bad-asses in the story, eh?