Prologue 02: And the devils arrive.
The vortex whirled about, spinning its occupants about like dry leaves in a hurricane.
The Twin sons of Sparda, and the miasmic presence of Mundus were churned about in the ether as the vortex began to tear, as the three of them were drawn through.
Vergil reached out to grab the edge of the vortex as he was pulled through, only for his fingers to phase through it and vanish into the dimension beyond.
Dante fell through, his body being pulled through with such force that he could not reach forward.
All the while the Miasmic presence of Mundus fought the swirling vortex as it forcibly pulled him into its confines, a great tear ripping open, forcing the Prince of Darkness into a world unknown to him.
The first thing Dante noticed when he opened his eyes was that he wasn't in hell anymore which was always good on his book but instead in some abandoned industrial area so without further ado he took Rebellion from the floor and put it on his back and went to see where he was.
But something caught his attention. A group of armed thugs guarding what appeared to be a group of women and judging by their appearance they must be victims of some human trafficking ring.
So like any good citizen he went there and decided to help those poor women. And kick those idiots' asses and robbing them blind afterwards. After all that's how he got the money to buy that local back home.
So with his typical cocky smile he strode towards the criminals. After all he was about to get some cash.
"Well, well what do we have here? A bunch of dickless morons trying to force their way with some ladies?" said Dante to the members of the ABB who were taken by surprise at his sudden apparition "But well I suppose that certain stereotypes are true in some cases after all don't you think"
At those words the Gang members draw their weapons at the son of Sparda who only smirked at them "Man this going to be both fun and satisfying" Thought to himself Dante while ABB members surrounded him "Come on guys don't be shy there is enough ass kicking for everybody"
"You will pay for your disrespect you faggot!" Roared one of the men before lunging at Dante with a knife because he knew that he couldn't draw that gigantic sword quick enough to stop him.
Dante only smirked and without missing a beat dodge his attack and punch him in the face sending him flying to a wall knocking him unconscious "Next?" Asked Dante at the other gang members who aimed their guns at him.
"So a gunfight now?" Dante said drawing his guns and aiming at them "For me its perfect!" and open fire at the ABB members with his typical cocky smile. After all he soon would be back to business.
Coil was looking at his new 'gest' with cold interest. After all not all days someone appears unconscious from a portal in the middle of his base, so after taking all the necessary precautions he ordered his men to transfer him to the medical bay.
"Looks like he is awakening" coldly thought the criminal looking at the monitor that was showing him the room in which he put his new guest. "Let's go to meet my new guest" with those words he signaled to some of his men to accompany him to meet his mysterious interloper.
After all he never knew if he could be someway useful for his plans.
When Vergil finally awoke he discovered that he was in the medical ward in some kind of military installation which was both good and bad: Good because he could get some information on where he was and bad because they could ask some uncomfortable questions that he wasn't neither ready or willing to answers.
Which could end with him having to slaughter them all which wasn't particularly good for him because he didn't want to make the government print a giant target mark on his back.
But he is taken out from his musing when someone entered in the room; a man (or at least that's what he looks like) dressed from head to toes in a black form fitting outfit with a white snake printed in the outfit.
Vergil couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the strange choice of outfit of the man. After all that was something that he would only see in a bad comic book. "I see you're awake now. Good, I would like to ask you how you ended unconscious inside of my base" Coil said to Vergil with a cold voice.
"And why I should do that?" asked Vergil with a small smile on his face. After all he could easily kill this clown and everybody in the base while looking for his blades.
At the arrogant words of the son of Sparda Coil couldn't help but smirk under his mask. Because taking down a peck of this little prick "Simple because you are both outnumbered and outgunned" answered Coil before signaling his men to enter the room and aim their guns at Vergil.
The Half demon only smirked before using dashing towards Coil and grabbing him by the throat and summoning his ethereal blades at the Villain Mercenaries to keep them at bay. "I may be outgunned and outnumbered but I am not outclassed" he tightened his grip on Coil "So give me a good reason for why I shouldn't kill you and your men, take back my blades and go my merry way?" finished Vergil.
Unfortunately for him everything was going according to Coil's plan "Simple boy; Why kill me when we can work together to complete our goals" that catch Vergil's attention. Taking it as his signal to continue talking.
"I have spies in the Protectorate and the Government so if you are looking for something I most likely will find it. Besides with my resources and your might we could be unbeatable" finished Coil.
Vergil wasn't a fool, he knew that Coil was planning to use him for his own ends and then dispose of him (like if he or any of his lackeys could) But he was right in one aspect. He needed for the moment his help because it wouldn't help him going around like a headless chicken.
Besides two could play the same game and who knows? He may find something useful working alongside this man for the time being. "Okay I accept, but don't try to double-cross me or you won't live enough to regret it" answered Vergil releasing Coil.
Coil massaged his neck and replied "Good, then welcome aboard Mr.?" Vergil answered disinterestedly.
"Vergil, Vergil Sparda." For them ask for the one thing he really wanted "Now can you give me back my blades?"
"You only have this Katana in your possession" Answered Coil as one of his men bring Vergil Yamato.
At the knowledge that his father sword was missing he got angry but quickly put under control his temper before his new 'ally' catch his reaction. After all he could later search for it and who knows? He may find something useful around here.
Duncan was just like any other yonki in the Merchant territory; eternally wasted by the drugs and only caring for his next dose of whatever drug he could find. Though unknown and unwillingly to him he would be part of a chain of events that would change forever Earth-bet.
Because outside of the building he and the other addicts used to live an eerie black smoke with three glowing red eyes appeared outside of it and quickly made his way inside.
Once inside it begun to creep his way towards Duncan, its 3 hateful eyes fixed in Duncan, but unfortunately for him he was too lost in his own world to notice it before it was too late because the miasma stabbed him.
And with that Duncan whole body erupted in agony as the miasma entered his flesh and he felt the concentrated evil burn through his very being and his soul was burned to nothingness.
The air became cold, as the mortal body creaked and groaned, as the Yonkis began to scatter, fleeing the presence which so dwarfed their own, as the body of Duncan stretched, his bones cracked as blood began to drip from his fingertips. While the eyes of Duncan stared down at his hands, and frowned.
He glanced around, his eyes falling upon his form, jeans were torn and stained with all kind of filth and his shirt was in a similar condition.
So without too much of a fuzz he took a nearby jacket and a gun and exit the building. Once outside he hit the place with his red lightning destroying part of it and making what remained standing being burned away in demonic fire.
Once he did that he turned around smiling at the desperate cries of the people still inside of the place and began to walk away without looking back as blood dripped from his fingertips, burning the street as it fell.