AN: I don't own any rights to the materials owned by both DC Comics and Capcom, only my original plot story.

Two Millieniums ago, there was a war between the Human and the Demons that threatened the existence of the universe. But then a demon woke up to justice and stood up to the legion Alone. His name was Sparda. Once he banished the demons back into the Underworld, he quietly preserved peace for two thousands years until his death. He became a legend, The Dark Knight Sparda.

2000 years ago.

The war between the humans and demons had come to its bloody climax as the battle of the humankind's survival raged on. Despite being outmatched physically by the foul stench creatures that came from the depths of Hell, the human soldiers along with a battalion of Hell defectors and the Amazons as their allies pushed forward with their warrior sprit.

"Hold the line!" Hipployta (Hipployta: Queen of The Amazons) commanded to her fellow amazons as she avoided a swipe from an Angelo demon. "We must provide the Dark Knight time to stop Mundus from opening the gates of the Underworld! By any means neccessary!"

The Amazonian Warriors let out their war cries as they fought harder to make sure the Prince of Darkness would not succeed.

At the same time Sparda (Sparda: The Legendary Demon Knight) was clashing swords with Mundus (Mundus: The Prince of Darkness), the undisputed Hell Ruler at the Temen-Ni-gru, The Tower of Blood. At one time, they considered each other brothers but following Mundus's rise to power and Sparda's subsequent betrayal, they are now bitter enemies.

They were at a stalemate and then Mundus saw a opening that he was able to capitalize by head-butting him and thrusted his sword into his stomach.

Mundus let out a boastful laugh as he twisted the blade, wanting to relish this moment. "Yes! After so many losses, I have long last bested the Dark Knight himself in combat. My victory is drawing much near than I'd hoped! Any last words before I end your pathetic existence?!"

Grunting, Sparda suppressed any yelps of pain that threatened to leave his mouth and let out a mocking laugh, puzzling Mundus. "Oh Mundus! You were always too prideful to see the smaller details. If you weren't so arrogant, you would've seen that I let you win!

Mundus realized too late that he'd been tricked by Sparda who was only fighting defensive the entire time and that he was only stalling.

A man who was a soldier in the human Army, held the Yamato that was dripped in human blood in his hands and thrusted it into the center of the room. "No!" Mundus shouted in horror as a portal began to form. The wind started to pick as Mundus tried to fight against the pull that was dragging him towards it. He was sent back to Hell in the most embarrassing way by a human, no less. "I will return, Sparda and I will take over this World!"

The Dark Knight took the threat in stride as he made a mocking bow. "Farewell, old fiend and when you do return, give my regards to my children, would you?" He taunted the fallen King of Hell as he was sucked into the portal back to Hell. He sat down in exhaustion as he let it all sink in. They'd done it.

"Sparda! Your chest!" The Human soldier that aided Sparda in his victory cried out when he saw the sword Mundus used still embedded in his chest.

Sparda simply dismissed the concerns as he pulled it out and allowed the wound to close on its own to the soldier's amazement. "No worries, my friend. I've survived worse."

The soldier simply nodded in acknowledgement. "You did it."

"No. We did it." Sparda clarified it, placing his claw shaped hand on the soldier's shoulder gently. "We saved the humanity from extinction, Wallace. History will be kind to our achievements."

Sparda flashed a gentle smile which the soldier now known as Wallace returned with it as they left the tower to celebrate with the Amazons and humans alike. A great achievement indeed.

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