Two thousand years ago

Two thousand years ago

"There you are." Light Blue eyes watched, almost tentatively, but more in an interest manner as the young woman crossed the room and stopped in front of the King of Darkness. For hair of such an odd color as pink and fairly short but not slender to an anorexic state; she was a fairly attractive woman. There was something about her that made a significant difference aside from physical appearances. The woman took out her hand in front of the King with a smile on her lips. "I suppose I could demand a greeting." As the King swooped down to kiss her hand she added. "But I could do with this-"

She bitch slapped him.

There were at least half a dozen demons on her a split-second later; the victim himself smiling as if nothing had occurred at all. The woman was covered by the hideous dark figures, save her face that stood out like a solitary neon sign, buried in the shadows of night nearly thrice her size. Red liquid splattered on her porcelain colored face, and although her hair covered her eyes her lips were curled upwards in a sneer.

"Foolishness, my lord. Foolishness." A flash of white light; and demon carcasses covered the floor. It took a while, until the blood started to spew out of their bodies, their souls and flesh finally understanding their state. The King smiled as the woman whipped her hair back revealing red pupils under her fine bangs which gave her an Asian complexity. "That must've been the most ignorant piece of shit you've ever done in your entire holy life."

"Care to enlighten me in why that is, Lady Tempaé?"

"You don't know?" Tempaé sneered. "Well, this is disturbing."

"Indeed" A deathly silence overcame the room as the two hell minions went into a full-fledged stalemate…otherwise called staring contest. The icy blue eyes, belonging to none other then the soon-to-become Legendary Dark Knight, Sparda watched carefully as he noticed cold air beginning to surround the she-devil.

"I warned you once Mundus, not to use my power to your selfish needs without the nature of telling me, but NO." She glowered, making her eyes look like two flames burning everything in sight. She looked absolutely deadly yes, but Beautiful even more. She did not have the attraction his Angelo had but none the less Sparda came to when she continued, realizing that he had been entranced by her gaze. "I am tired of your endless commands to change the future, to make you the most powerful of hell, heaven, and the human world-"

What? Is such as thing possible? To make and change a future? Bewildered, Sparda watched the King slowly smirk. Tempaé continued.

"-Therefore I complete this task to prophesy. Mundus, you shall become the King of Hell." Mundus's smirk turned into a sneer. He opened his mouth to reply, but was cut-off by a voice, belonging to none other then Tempaé.

"But my power's and might are not yours for the taking

As I foretell a future, of light in thy making

One of Hell's knights you shall fall to be enslaved

Let heaven laugh down on you, as thou begin to fade…'

The sneer on the Devil's face disappeared in replace of horror-struck. His eyes darted around the room looking at every one of his minions' faces with hate and abhorrence.

'He shall be the one to truly dominate the lands

By forgiveness, my power, and justified demands

Be reduced to nothing but obeying his commands'

By name of the 'Blade' he shall conquer hell all

And Mundus shall fall forever enthrall.'

He saw Mundus bark out orders and demons flood the ground making way towards the pink fury. However she did not budge, and continued her flow of song looking directly at Sparda. He understood at once. She was talking about him.

'My flesh my blood is yours to swallow,

But without my soul, it is nothing but hollow

As I divide my power you may find in despair

The wound I have punctured deep beyond repair

A prophesy is made, that will never turn back

A hero is made, with power you lack'

Just as she finished a scythe emerged from her gut. She stopped moving, as the demons managed to wedge all their weapons deeply into her before looking at Mundus once more; the King himself mortified at the present occurrence. She smiled and opened her mouth, having a small river of blood trickle down the corner of her lips as she let out a raspy whisper. "The completion to prophesy has been laid. The judgment finished when the last strike is made. Mundus,è oltre il punto di nessun ritorno." The last demon raised his scythe above her head as if to signal the finale. Mundus raised his hand but it was too late.

"NO!" As she was shorn in two, the room filled with a white light once more and Sparda shielded his eyes from the blinding light. That was when he heard a voice.

You must not turn away from the light

He watched as a pink orb of light slowly detached from Tempaé's figure It rocketed up and out the window, to the sky. As Sparda watched the pink orb disappear he was sure of one thing.

The orb had divided into two before disappearing.