Its been a LOOOONG time since I've been on this site, let alone posted anything but yeah. This is my DMC story that takes place after DMC2, but ignores the evens of that game. Also has some DMC3 cameos. I dont own these characters, Capcom does...

Prologue-Part 1

He looked onward seeing what He had done. Total slaughter. Mass chaos. Enormous destruction. These phrases seemed to follow Him wherever He went. Buildings were horribly ravaged, countless bodies littered the streets. He and His army had struck another hopeless town on their way to what had inevitably become known as Hell on Earth. Everytime He wondered to himself, is this right? Immediatly after that he would think Why? Why am I doing this? Then it came to, Why am I thinking these thoughts? I am a Devil! People cringe in the very thought of what I am! Then the the second in command of his army walked up beside Him.

"Congratulations, another populations fate mingles in your hands...finish them...while they're weak,"

Bolverk quietly said to his commander. Bolverk wasn't born a Demon, he was created. He was born a human but his love for the Dark Arts fueled his will to become what so many others had failed. Thats why he appears to be perfectly human. His hair is long and pitch black, his skin is very pale and he wears mostly black clothing, including a long black cape.

He nodded and lifted His massive, curved sword as it transformed into a scythe-type weapon and with one fell swoop, He obliterated the remaining towsmen as they were remorsing the deaths of their loved ones. Bolverk laughed as what little was left, was turned into a barren wasteland.

"Quiet..."

He said and turned and walked away as Bolverk followed Him and walked through a portal that resembled a mirror that He had created. They were now in a massive white ballroom of sorts. Massive pillars lined the room and everything was blindingly white. Bolverk and Himself walked towards a massive angelic statue that seemed to be sitting in a chair. The statue had long hair and a third eye in the middle of his forehead. They reached the feet of the statue and another mirror like portal appeared, but this one was much taller and wider. A huge demon emerged from the mirror and roared holding his wrist.

"Poor Beowulf...another injury?"

Bolverk asked with his stuck up, rich boy voice.

"Shut up! You're not perfect yourself!"

The massive demon shouted as looked at the blood seeping through Bolverks pants. Bolverks glare seemed to peirce Beowulf as he zipped his lips and turned to face the statue. The statue then opened it's mouth,

"Good, good, we are that much close to Hell on Earth. All we need now is to destroy the great clan of Matier, and no one will stop us!"

Matier was a large continent in the southern hemisphere that was home to the Clan of Matier. Humans called them the Warriors of Light seeing as how they had defended the Earth since the ancient civilizations.

"Another puny town for us to crush!"

Beowulf roared with pleasure as 6 large, angelic wings emerged from his back. He looked up at Beowulf with no expression on His face and shook His head,

"Do not underestimate these Warriors, that is their strongpoint."

"What?" Beowulf responded

"A broken dog may fear you, but the second you turn your back, its going to strike."

He calmy said, still not looking at him.

"He's right. When we do strike DO NOT let your guard down. Ready your armys, we leave at daybreak."

The statue said. And with that the three of them turned and walked away. Bolverk and Beowulf left but He was stopped by a voice,

"Wait, because of your work today, a gift"

The statue said as a chained girl with red hair emerged from the back room. She was topless and was only wearing a fur type dress around her waist.

"Take her, please, she's nothing to me anymore"

The statue said with a grin.

I'll work on part 2 later, i gotta eat :)