DEVIL MAY CRY
THE
BATTLEGROUND
CHAPTER II
Sparda shifted all of his massive weight onto his opposite ankle and spun around with his sword drawn as Mundus slashed away with Alastor. Sparda, seeing an opening, struck down his sword with both hands on Mundus's back. Mundus growled lowly and stumbled into the nearest small pillar.
After regaining his balance, he glanced at his ancient enemy. Sparda stood behind a small orange fire that still had not yet burned itself out, which remained in the Temple ruins. The glaze of the fire reflected off of Sparda's armor. Even though Mundus was much, much larger than he was, Sparda looked intimidating to any demon at this moment.
Sparda held his sword with his arm straight diagonally across the front of his body. He locked eyes with Mundus, then looked at his back. There was a large gash across it, and from it came small amounts of blood that leaked into the small stone cracks of his figure.
"Do you see, Mighty Emperor, you bleed like the rest of the beings that inhabit this Earth. You bleed like a human." Sparda's cold words caused Mundus to glance over his massive shoulder to his back. His eyes widened.
"How can this be?" He questioned. Sparda stepped through the small fire in front of him and continued to walk toward Mundus.
As he got closer, Mundus drew his sword. Sparda quickly held up his sword and flexed his biceps as his son's sword that Mundus wielded came crashing down on his. He held up the weight of the sword and started to push it back toward Mundus until the two were almost eye-to-eye.
"You ask why you bleed? Maybe you should have taken more time to gather all of your power and strength before you entered the Mortal World. You forget, Lord Mundus, that the magic you possess in your Underworld do not always necessarily apply to this world."
The words struck Mundus hard. He looked around himself quickly for anything to strike Sparda with. He shoved Sparda off of him with the force of his sword. Using his unmatched strength, he picked up a large piece of a broken wall from the Temple and hurled it at Sparda.
Sparda held his sword straight out about a foot away from his body. As the huge piece of wall came closer, he closed his eyes, and concentrated. A small red haze of mist began to rise up from his feet, which snaked all the way up his body until it finally reached his sword. It began to radiate and grow at the tip of it.
With a soft grunt, Sparda launched the orb composed purely of magic and energy at the piece of wall. It connected, and the force from it caused the Temple wall to shatter into three large pieces that landed around the Demon Warrior.
He opened his icy blue eyes and stared at Mundus.
"My powers, however, work in any realm." Mundus could not speak.
Sparda continued. "I have waited a long time for this battle, Demon," he once again twirled his sword around in the air, brought it in close, and pointed it in Mundus's direction. "And this time, you shall meet your fate."
Mundus let out one of the loudest battle cries that Sparda had ever heard as he charged the warrior with tremendous speed.
Mundus began with attempting a low slash at Sparda's legs. Sparda easily leaped upward and pulled his knees to his chest. While still in the air, he brought his sword up and thrust it at Mundus. Mundus quickly held up Alastor. The two swords met and created a loud clashing noise.
Sparda pushed off of Mundus with his sword and landed back on the ground. Mundus wasted little time.
He held Alastor above his head and kept on repeatedly bringing it down onto Sparda's defense with all of his strength until he had backed him up against the side of the main entrance into the Temple.
Sparda moved out of the way of a sword slash that impaled the Temple wall. Bits and pieces of it hit him as he rested for a brief moment. He looked down. Every sound, the fire, the burning, the grunting of Mundus trying to free the sword from the Temple, it all seemed to mute as Sparda's eyes met with the image on the ground. There, at his feet, lay the cold, bloodied body of his son.
"Dante…." Sparda was never one to lose his temper, but seeing the dead body of his own son seemed to infuriate something inside of him beyond belief.
It needed to be unleashed.
He looked to the right of him and saw Mundus trying desperately to pry the sword from the groove it had created in the entrance as the sounds around him re-implanted themselves back inside his head.
Sparda could take it no longer.
Now it was his turn to let out a battle cry of his own. Mundus just managed to get Alastor out of the groove and hold it up as Sparda came crashing down with his sword. Sparda used his strength and hurled both swords to the ground.
He punched Mundus in his stone chest, then gave him a thundering uppercut to his face. Mundus staggered backward against the wall. Before he could regain his focus, Sparda delivered a swift kick to his lower stomach, causing him to heave forward. Sparda would not let up.
He brought his knee up into Mundus's concrete jaw. The force from the blow sent Mundus back against the wall once again, but before he could fall to the ground, Sparda lashed out, grabbed his head with both of his hands, and with tremendous force, smashed Mundus's head back against the wall.
Mundus staggered and toppled down to one knee. Even at his hunched over state, Sparda only met his eyes. Still filled with unfathomable amounts of rage, Sparda moved in to inflict another onslaught.
Mundus quickly held out his hand and shot three large bolts of red glass-like projectiles at him. Two of them shattered upon impact, but one connected fully.
Sparda let out a short cry of pain and clutched the left side of his chest. The red object went all the way through his black body.
Mundus quickly stood up. He held his hands near an open area of the Temple. Two more large bolts from his hands hit the ground and formed into a bright red and orange portal that swirled in and out.
The portal stretched all the way to the ground, very close to Dante's body. Mundus walked over to it and stepped halfway through. He turned back to look at his injured opponent.
"It seems the tables have turned, oh great warrior. Perhaps we will finish this battle another time. But for now, I leave you with a challenge of your own."
With those words, Mundus held out his hand and snapped two of his massive fingers together. Just as he did, an orb that seemed to fall from the sky hit the courtyard floor and rolled until it his an uneasy patch of ground. The orb cracked and from it materialized one of the largest, malevolent demons Sparda had ever laid eyes on.
Its main color was hard to determine because its skin seemed to be one whole watery image of black, red, orange, yellow, and grey. It held a giant mallet-ax in its left hand. Its eyes were a bright orange and its head resembled that of a bull's. Two great horns protruded from both sides of its massive cranium. One large circular ring stretched from one nostril of its nose to the other.
Though the large creature took up most of the space in the courtyard of the Temple, and Sparda came up to only its kneecap, he still managed to glance past the creature to see Mundus and Dante's body.
"Until next time, Legendary Dark Knight." The portal grew one last time and moved over Dante's body.
"Furiataurus, destroy him." Mundus, along with Dante, disappeared into the contents of the portal.
"Dante!" Sparda said, but it was too late. He glanced up at the massive hulk of Demon that stood in front of him. Two small tufts of fire escaped each nostril as it snorted. It held up its giant ax and prepared to bring it down on Sparda.
But he didn't acknowledge the fact that he was about to be decimated by the giant Furiataurus. He couldn't even feel the pain from the red bolt impaled in his chest anymore.
All Sparda could feel was the disappointment of letting his son die, and the thought of how hewas going to get him back….
Author's Note: Well, as you can see, the plot is building. If you didn't already know, Furiataurus is one of the bosses that Arius summons from Devil May Cry II. I will update this soon but until then, please keep reviewing.