A wise man said, " A wise man choses death before war... An even wiser man choses not to be born."
I don't own any Devil May Cry characters or any other characters off anything I like but I wish I did.
Mundus is the ruler of this world,
humans cower in fear and serve him and those who hope for God to save them are hunted down for going against Mundus.
The world is in chaos and there's no human no demon, no angel, no relief for them to turn to.
But no human, demon, or angel could've prodicted what was going to happen...
A demon was going to emerge from the flames and save humanity,
all for a human maiden he loves,
and one he will not let fall into Mundus's hands...
Again...
A young girl ran from a horrible abomination down the streets of a damned city, where hope crumbles, and every life brought here falters and dies before it has a chace to sprout, Mundus made this place Hell on Earth, buildings crumbled, and demons lurked around every cornor, the little girl rn right into an ambush, and was torn limb from limb by the demons. A dark being stood on a roof top and over looked the demon's devouring their prey, he stared blankly at the intestines and muscle tissue being thrown on the ground and eaten.
"Good job Sparda... Another traitor silenced." said the Griffin as it landed next to the Demon knight. Sparda said nothing in reply to the Griffin and the beast started to get annoyed, "Why do you remain silent, oh puny knight?"
"... Silence.." said Sparda in reply.
"Uh.." said the Griffin as Sparda turned to face him, his yellow like eyes glowing with satisfactory of the young maiden's swift death, it made him want to kill something as well a nice big annoying bird would be perfect.
"Be silent or I will make you part of my wardrobe." said Sparda as he passed the Griffin with out as much as a second glance. Griffin ruffled up his feathers and then flew away, he knew sparda was strong, even without his army. But he thought he wouldn't be so tough if he was over whelmned with an army of demons would he? Sparda walked over to the young girl's shreaded body, and demons scattered and left him alone, he knelt down and licked some of her blood off the cobble stone floor.
"I'm sorry..." murmured Sparda. The little girl's blessed blood burnt him from the inside out but he consealed the pain by walking it off and thinking. He was a general of the demon world no... A knight and yet, he felt pitty for the human race, and he knew not why. He walked down the rode when he came across, a few red roses. His eyes glimmered a little, he didn't let off a smile, who knew, something so beautiful could grow in a baren place like that in which he helped create. But as he touched the roses they quickly faded and died, Sparada pulled his hand back, and looked down as the dead petals blew past his boots and then desolved.
"And I am the one who blimishes beauty..." he murmured. He looked off to see more people carried off and stabbed onto gates or dropped by flying aparitions and splattered on the ground.
The sky was a brown color one never blue so people could see the sky and white clouds and the sun, oh the sun he remembered it so well, when he was younger, his mother a demon ran away from Mundus, and hid in a place where the sun glowed brightly, where the sky was blue, although Sparda was only a new born demon, he remebered it clearly. He was only a young child when they were found and his mother was killed right before him, he remembers the blood of his mother splattering across his face, and on his body. The demon threw his mother's head at the young boy, and he caught it. He looked at his mother's face it was forlorn and sad.
"Little one, a demon must feed off it's mother till it can awaken it's true self." said the demon. Sparda looked down at her head he then lifted it up to his head and started to drink of he blood and eat of her flesh.
Sparda shook off the memory and ended up wandering to the out skirts of town, he looked out longingly to leave this hell hole and find a place of redemption, one like his mother had found, before Mundus spread his evilness there. He imagined his family him and a beautiful woman, and their two sons, both twins with white hair and looked similar to his wife and himself, living in peace away from Mundus, away from the demons, away from the nightmare. Sparda laughed, he knew that may never happen. Demons were happy being supirior to the human race, they loved hunting them down, and eating their flesh. Sparda was different he wanted humans to live peacefully, he wanted his race to vanish off the face of the world. He was doomed to eternal damnation even if his intetions were good ones. If he locked himself in Hell with Mundus and the rest, it would be the same as him dieing. He started back to where he was staying a little house that was emptied because the family was killed. He laid down on the bed and looked up at the ceiling.
"Will humanity ever stop suffering?" he asked himself. He closed his eyes knowing his shift was over he could dream.. Dream more about the wife he longs for and the sons he'll never have, and the life he will never feal.