Puts all Heaven in a Rage.
Shudders Hell thro' all its regions.
See thro' and suffer the storm.
Or shall you bend, thro love and war?
Such is grim tapestry's morn…
So you will Bury The Light, no more.
Sin trigger
The lightning thrums and beats down against the earth around him, the darkness of a thousand worlds suddenly extinguishing as a demonic horde fills the backdrop of his entire vision. Thousands of demons, hundreds of devils, each one with red eyes just as violent as the last. Mountain sized monstrosities lumbering towards his position, all of the same goal, same motivation.
Bloodied and beaten, his left eye missing and bleeding. The Dark slayer screams into the night and pummels the shattered Earth below him, cracks running all across the celestial body and creating country sized chasms.
Hell spills into the world, and lightning dances around him as he bears witness to the end. Tendrils long enough to wrap around the entire world slither in from tears in the sky, tears in reality.
His eyes bleed the color blue as he rears his bloodied face to the heavens, summoning hundreds of flaming blue swords that cackle in the night sky.
Raising a bloodied arm to the sky, The Yamato appears in his left hand while burning as deep blue flame. Lightning thundering after the fact, he can hear the thrumming of his heart in every moment as the storm around his being grows and grows, lightning striking down every demon who'd come close.
"I AM A SON OF SPARDA!" His voice thunders through the world, bringing the Yamato to his side, the ground below splinters and falls away from the force of his stance.
Violence in the form of lightning arcs from his being and shoots into the sky, the wind around him akin to a storm on Jupiter beneath the pressure of gravitas power.
His fingers hover above the Yamato and lightning dances between, the thunder of his pose casting away the darkness.
His eyes shut.
And then they open.
A single bolt of blue lightning crashes from the heavens and strikes his form, burning away his pale human flesh and revealing the devil beneath. Raw energy escaping from his every pore, the Sin Devil Trigger ROARS and summons the very heavens as witness.
The beam of light exuding from his being shoots high through the clouds and reveals the heavens above, his aura unfurling over the world and spreading through the land in a dark haze of blue flame until finally…
He clutches the Yamato, pulling it only an inch out of its Saya as the wind throws everything around him away.
And then he takes a single step.
"SLAY, ALL!"
Thousands of dimension-severing cuts instantly unfurl over the world, every demon, every devil, every tendril, every enemy… All perish along the crack of the dimension shattering, time in a still motion as the entire world remains in place.
The Son Of Sparda returns to his position like a bolt of thunder, speed not even visible to the naked eye. Reality slowly curls back into itself as he runs the Yamato into its sheath.
Crack!
Millions of bodies begin to fall from the heavens, severed into dozens of pieces, the cries of an entire army snuffed out in a single microsecond. The world spanning tendrils fading away into infernal flame after falling to the Earth, severed instantaneously. The mountain sized beasts become oceans of blood, their body's becoming faint memories of what once stood.
His eyes open and he falls to his knee, the devilish image fading away and revealing his humanity once more.
"Is this… My limit?" He asks the void of silence, the clouds sealing back together as violet lightning dances above the world.
A coldness runs over his skin as the clouds and dust roll over his body towards an unknown source of pull, the world is silent even still. The son of Sparda swallows and stares ahead of him, his home, his people, all ran into oblivion by the dim-lidden Royal Hatred.
The darkness seeped from the world and began to coalesce into human form, three red eyes, a godly figure, and yet human all the same. This being stands in place just behind the labored son of Sparda, its fiery gaze burning into his head.
The son of Sparda turns to face his past, tears running down his face as he witnesses the being in full. Three red eyes burning bright… A fearful symmetry.
He tosses away his sheathe, wielding the Yamato with both hands against Imperfect Hatred. His snow white hair blood caked and down past his eyes, the Son of Sparda...
Snaps awake, his eyes wide open. He clenches his hands around the imaginary hilt of the Yamato, sighing as the ship rocks back and forth.
"What a dour expression...
Long ago, in ancient times, a demon rebelled against his own kind for the sake of the human race along with countless others who just like he, awoke to justice. With his swords, the Yamato, and the Force Edge, he shut the portal to the demonic realm and sealed the evil entities off from our human world. But since he was a demon himself, his power was also trapped on the other side. For a long while, humanity and the demons freed from Mundus's grasp lived in peace, the seven human souls who fought alongside Sparda during the war lived long lives, and the demons did too. However... Upon Sparda's vanishing act, fear sprang anew. Without the Dark Knight to stabilize humanity and demonkind, the humans turned on them fearing their power to absorb souls and become Gods... The seven human souls through betrayal and deciet, sealed away demonkind inside a mountainous tomb for many, many years. They would remain here until one day, the eldest son of Sparda too, woke up to justice, freeing them at long last with the help of his soul marked companion before setting out on a mission to find his brother. Our story begins years later, in a city touched by the Dark knight, Vergil continues the search for his brother.
Dante.
Cities were places where many would go, to look for many different things… Futures, careers, people, the familiarity of it all drew those who needed that comfort in waves, with promises of a better job, a better social life, a better world… It was a new beginning, a new opportunity.
But for one man… He saw nothing but another stepping stone, standing high over the deck of his ship and looking upon a city bathed in gold. Sprawling lights and hustling business intermixed with the Roman Renaissance age, a time only 800 years ago… And yet it's brought to life again in this city.
Fortuna.
He'd been called here under the guise of a reunion, of course… There was much to this then that. With a sigh, his silver hair glimmered in the night as the ship rocked closer and closer to shore; the ship docks, and dozens of passengers exit with smiles on their faces, having reached the city of their dreams.
But not for him, the man in question did not smile, did not emote. He was a statuesque immutably tall and overwhelming figure, he moved through the crowd as if he was the only one there. A giant of a man, wielding a darkly colored book with a single golden V.
The chilly winds of the year did nothing to deter him, especially not after his journey. The bustling crowd of people around him all clamor and cry out, nearly stampeding off the exit ramps into the city. Some celebrating, some crying, some reuniting with family members… Their reasons all vary, but one theme remains consistent.
Fortuna is their saving grace.
"Heh, hilarious."
The giant of a man turns his head towards a decrepit and downtrodden voice, a bald man with an oddly shaped tattoo on his face.
He gestures his beer bottle towards the celebrating men and women, their children, their hopes, their dreams. "These sad saps. They come to Fortuna thinking they're gonna be captains of industry, that they gonna make it big in this free new world! But they all forget that somebody's gotta scrub the toilets… And if you don't… The Order will find another use for ya, hahahahaha." He shakes his head as he laughs to himself, he and the silvered haired man seem to be the only ones in this world without a smile.
"Hehe…"
"Heh."
Walking amongst these people… Quickly the joy dies the further you go in, like a trap… Like being in an ocean and unable to crawl to the surface, these people look devoid of truth. Men and women dance in their squares, smiles forcibly etched across their features… To replace the lack of purpose, the lack of meaning.
They do not see each other, they see themselves in this vacuous place. They see their gold, their capital, their dresses. They strive for comfort, not growth and most definitely not change.
It's a farce, this golden shimmering city. One that worships Sparda, and yet does not embody a single of his traits… Its crashing crushing feeling, this place weighs on the shoulders like any icy chains that do bind's one down… That has been a long time since, yes… But he knew that the chains only grew tighter around those incapable of seeing their own folly.
It seemed as if the darkness of this place… A darkness only he could see… It only got darker, absorbing the light and the mirth… The man reached through the crowd, catching a glimmer of something horrific.
The sound of choir, bells ringing, operatic singing…
None could drown out the horror of seeing a friend… Of seeing someone so ruthlessly beat down, and every attempt to stand would only be met with more anger and wrath, to beg is to beg for more pain… The end of conscience, seeing another person, an individual… And ignoring them for the content of their physical appearance.
And those who were deemed to be protectors did nothing… Watching with their swords, with their stoic faces… Immune to the suffering, ignorant to conscience.
Rage could only be felt now, the red in his eyes… In his vision. The cruelty was far too much to forgive, these people called a heavy hand to set them straight…
The three punks finally finished beating on the demon, its small body hardly able to keep up… Tears running down her face, the creature was nothing but to these people… Nothing but a face to pelt, nothing but a goat to scape.
Nothing.
Nothing at all.
But…
Gold did flash, true gold… For there was always an exception to the rule, and through these colorless people stepped a person… No greater, no brighter, no better than any other… But with green in her eyes, she reached towards the demon even as everyone watched her. Even as their judging looks burned into her skin and flesh, even as they threw their belongings at her and made her know only pain… She still smiled, free to choose this… The violence of tribalism could be cured.
And then, his anger rescinded.
If you want to change the world… Then do it, one step at a time.
Standing atop a building, one of the taller ones in this place… The man sighed as he looked upon all he could, the grazing gold hid a very deep poison… But with his help, with his ability, with his will.
That would be the end of it, it wasn't the first time he helped rebirth a civilization.
The sound of heavy steps, metal striking stone. The giant of a man was met with an old friend, one with colorful dress and bright eyes… A robotic devil, the one who helped save him so long ago.
"Hey, darling. It's been a while."
"That it has."
Standing half a head taller than the robot now, the man gave his first grin, however small. Being met with this icon of liberty and progress, he could only feel elated to see him again. After so long of traveling through this world and seeing so many new faces and people, the familiarity was comforting.
He spoke with absolute confidence, "We need to talk, of course my beauty, I am glad to see you, but… There are some urgent issues…" His body had no doubt evolved since the days first met on that dance floor so long ago, appearing more and more human than ever possible… Almost synthetic.
Even his voice was less of a robotic screech and more soft, more feminine.
Mettaton.
And so standing atop his penthouse, Mettaton finally invited the man inside. The main reason he came to begin with… All for one.
All for Dante.
"You know, I won't force you to help me dear. But I promise, if you do… I'll get my best team to search this entire world for him, it's about time you went back, isn't it?"
The man smirked, "Maybe… But we've got plenty of time." After all, four years wasn't all that long was it?
Taking one last glance over the city, he made a promise to himself; This place would soon know what it really means to be a devil… Not at all like they expected.