Hello all you Sinners, I see that some of you enjoyed the last chapter. While others are critical. I don't take it as a bad thing since it's your opinion since it wasn't flames. And now I think it's about time to start this roller coaster. But first some Q & A's.
Calderoneric758: Yes I will take all of your money. But I want your tears more Bwahahaha! But you will have to read and find out what will be next.
Red Dusk 369: You got a point on me using too many RWBY references but I tend to watch it for some time. But I'll try and use different references when needed.
Sm0keyPanda: You can pay me in your tears. Also, Charlie and Dante are getting it on! *Plays Careless Whispers*
Nintendo-Marvel64 and Violagameboy: You will have to read to find out.
DevilsNeverCry(Guest): You're not wrong since Charlie would count as a Nephilim. Also, I never played God of War so my guess is they lost their families and they each have very powerful weapons.
Clown2107: I haven't read the Novel but did know that Cerberus got destroyed and Balrog willingly became a Devil Arm. And I'm not too bothered by the new design since she's mainly wearing red with red eyes and a little touch-up.
Demon dark mezzo sangue: it Maybe a favorite episode of mine but I have a reason to not introduce Cavaliere. As this is before Devil May Cry 5.
WarWithoutEnd: More like *Lucifer reading this chapter* "Lily! They did it!"
Anyway, let's dive right into Hell!
Mission 20: Jailbreak
Morning came after the hotel celebrated Salvia and his sister being redeemed and going into Heaven. Dante was sleeping soundly until a ray of light hit his face and he started to wake up. The white-haired hunter let loose a loud yawn before stretching his arms out to pop all the loose joints. 'Man, what a night. Sure was amazing,' he thought to himself before getting ready to go and take a shower. As he was about to get off the bed, a pair of arms were wrapped around his waist to hold him in place. Dante looked back to see that Charlie was still asleep and kept cuddling him with a smile. "Hey, sleeping beauty. Time to get up."
"Uuughh…five more minutes," Charlie moaned as she was hugging Dante's waist tighter.
"Okay, I guess I'll be the first to have breakfast," Dante said as he hoped that would work.
"Okay, okay. I'm getting up," she said drowsily as Charlie let go of Dante as she yawned with the same volume he did. She stretched her arms out while she used the sheets to cover her naked body, then walked to the dresser. "What to wear? What to wear?"
"I'm gonna take a shower before getting some breakfast," The white-haired hunter announced to his girlfriend while he grabbed whatever clothes he needed and headed into the bathroom.
"Not without me," Charlie told him with a flirty giggle as she grabbed all the clothing she need and headed to the shower.
"Aren't you tired from last night," Dante asked her.
"I am, but I want more," she purred as she put a hand under Dante's chin. "Or maybe we can take a bath together."
Giving a light chuckle to himself, Dante knew he was not gonna get away easily. He decided to let her join him. 'I just hope no one passes by.'
Now fully dressed, both Dante and Charlie headed down the stairs to see what nearly everyone was knocked out on the floor. The only ones they did not see were Alastor, Niffty, and Bullet in the lobby. Not wanting to disturb their hangover just yet, the duo snuck into the dining room without making a sound.
"Ah, look who decided to join us for breakfast this morning," Alastor greeted both the Princess of Hell and the Demon Hunter as he and Niffy made a variety of breakfast with eggs, bacon, toast, pancakes, waffle, and french toast.
"Morning, Al," Charlie greeted the Radio Demon letting loose a small yawn, letting him know she was still a little sleepy. "Did you make a batch of coffee?"
"Of course, I did, my dear. But you have to add your own cream and sugar since I like to make it strong," the Radio Demon told her as he handed Charlie a mug.
"Thanks, Al," Charlie said as she started pouring herself a cup and adding the sweeteners.
Dante poured himself a cup but added a little since he liked his slightly strong. "That hits the spot," he said as he sipped his drink.
"Morning, all," Bullet announced as everyone else greeted the Hellhound as he took slices of bacon and pancakes. "Hope everyone here didn't get too bad of a hangover. I didn't party this hard since a friend of mine invited me to a rager last year."
"Well, it wasn't so bad since I gave Charlie some water after I took her upstairs," Dante told the pitbull demon as he took another sip of coffee.
"I'm surprised you too are up this early after hearing you last night," Bullet said as it made both Charlie and Dante do a spit take.
"YOU HEARD US," the two exclaimed, making the others jolt awake with horrible headaches from their hangovers.
"Fuck, my head," Angel complained while Bullet spoke to Dante and Charlie.
"I'm a dog, I have good hearing," the Pitbull commented making the both of them look dumbfounded at his answer.
"Oh my Grandfather, I can't believe he heard me. I have never been this embarrassed in my entire life," Charlie muttered as she was beet red with her hands covering her face.
"It can't get any worse than this," Dante muttered.
"You were louder than Terry and Applejack," Bullet stated with a shit-eating grin on his face, proving Dante wrong and making Charlie curl herself into the fetal position.
"Nevermind. It's worse," Dante groaned while the others laughed before complaining about their heads.
Velvet looked at her phone about the latest news that's been going on in Hell. So far, Dante had been killing so many Overlord and Kingpins that the Hell seemed to be a lot cleaner. And demons, whether they be sinners or Hellborn, started to behave more than normal. There were still cannibals eating the corpses of their victims, turf wars, and even prostitution. But what changed the most was that drug trafficking slowed down or stopped in some areas and gangs were killed or disbanded entirely thanks to the Son of Sparda causing a bloodbath. And to top it all off, she couldn't post a single thing up of her latest trend all because everyone was talking about Dante. She even lost followers because of the Demon Hunter.
"I hate that son of a bitch so much! When I get my hands on him, I'm gonna rip him apart, stitch him up, and make him into my plaything!" Huffing as she took the elevator to the top floor of her and Vox's hangout. Once she reached the top floor of the building, she met with the T.V. Demon having a simple grin on his face. "You're taking some news kindly. What is it? You decided to call off all the hired guns on the Son of Sparda?"
"Oh, not at all. I just had a brilliant idea on how to get rid of the Son of Sparda once and for all," the T.V. Demon said as he continued to smile.
"Yeah, like this plan is going to be so different like the rest of them," Velvet rolled her eyes as she tried to do a selfie and post it online, but her phone's battery died. "FUCK!"
"You can be such a brat sometimes," Vox commented as a kitchen knife flew past him and stuck into the wall. "Anyway, it'll work this time. I'm sure of it."
"What are you gonna do? Gather all the remaining Overlords and take him down? Pff, that's just stupid. He'd just turn us into blood and guts. The lucky ones become his new weapons."
"No. He's more powerful than all the Overlords combined. But there is someone who can beat him."
"Yeah, right. As if someone can beat Dante. I think the only one who could go toe to toe with him is Lucifer or Alastor. And they like the guy too much."
"Oh, that won't be a problem since the Radio Demon will have his hands full. But anyway, I thought to myself 'who was the one demon that shook Heaven and Hell? Who could beat the Son of Sparda and give him a hard time?' Do you know that answer, my dear Velvet," Vox asked.
Looking at him in confusion, Velvet's eyes widened after a few seconds. "No… Are you seriously getting him to help us," she exclaimed.
"He's our best chance to deal with this persistent thorn in our side," Vox stated. "I already have somebody to send to his location and free him."
"Vox, this is either really stupid, really desperate, or BOTH," she told her partner. "What makes you think he's going to listen to us?!"
"The chance to face off against the Son of Sparda is all he'll need to listen to us," Vox stated.
In the outskirts of the Ring of Pride, there stands a mountain with a lake of boiling blood at the top. In the center lies an elaborate and highly-guarded prison by the name of 'Dis'. While most of the Ring is where sinners reside, this prison is for the worst of all former humanity. With genocidal tyrants, fascist dictators, absolute monsters, and all other types of criminals on massive scales being sent to Hell, they needed to be secured for punishment that befits them. And so, Lucifer made certain that all hope for these former men were abandoned when they went through the prison gates and personally created the tortures that were inflicted upon the worst sinners of all history.
"Break out the one higher-up demon that caused a lot of havoc in Hell," Striker said to himself aloud as he looked at the prison. "Don't know why an Overlord would hire me to do that, but I'm game for it. Kills two birds with one stone for me. All them high and mighty demons will fall and that Son of Sparda will get what's coming to him for taking my quarry," he muttered while the sound of a rattlesnake's tail sounded off. The snake-like imp put away his binoculars to take out the case that was given to him so generously by Vox. "Gotta hand it to that box-headed creep for giving me a replacement for my old rifle," he took out the carmine blessed-tip sniper rifle with a silencer attached to the gun. Striker aimed the sniper rifle at the guards that were at the front of the gates, took careful aim, before sending two blessed bullets come whizzing across as it killed both guards at the front. "Like shooting fish in a barrel," he smirked as he put the weapon away and slid downhill from his position.
The snake of an imp slithered past the front gate as he kept his hat down to make sure that no cameras could look at his face. But for the ones he spotted, he made quick work out of them by shooting them on sight with a silenced pistol. Hiding behind a door that just opened, Striker overheard a guard talking to somebody. "Another boring day, don't you think," said an imp guard.
"Maybe not for those saps inside. I'm surprised they don't have the purge start here every year," remarked a Hellhound before he sneezed. "Ugh, this cold is so annoying. I can't smell anything."
"It'll pass. It's not like you were in the lower layers. You wouldn't be coming into work at all if you were," the imp guard stated as the two left Striker's field of vision.
Sneaking into the room, Striker saw it was a changing area for guards and smirked while the sound of a rattlesnake echoed with his chuckle. Donning a disguise, the imp was ready to sneak through the prison in plain sight. However, he also knew that he'd need to find the correct clearance for his destination. "Not that many key cards here," he remarked to himself before finding one that would get him past the first few levels of Dis. He swiped the card to the level first level and couldn't believe that in this one, many sinners or hellborns were in a blood-red forest, getting stung and bitten by hellish insects or getting poked by razor-sharp thorns while they were barefoot. "Well, that's painful," he told himself as he went past the next level knowing that his target was not in this sector.
Going down a stairwell, Striker soon went into the next layer of the prison. Stepping into the area, he saw several guards whipping at prisoners who were set on fire. "That's what you get for raping an entire family, you fuck," shouted a guard as he aimed for the testicles of the goat-like sinner that was restrained to the wall.
"Keep on screaming, you shithead! No one is going to hear your screams outside," another guard said as he set fire to a horse sinner who cried out in pain.
Striker scoffed as he went down the stairs on the other side of the hall. Heading down to the third level, he thought about the sadistic guards that were hired to deal with the prisoners. "Those freaks enjoy their jobs too much," he muttered before hearing an unholy cacophony of noise from the next door. "What the Heaven is that sound!?"
He covered his ears as he heard a mix of polka, smooth jazz, fast-talking rap, 1960s protest music, and some girl singing about Friday separately as many rooms hold a demon in each one. "MAKE IT STOP! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE," exclaimed a prisoner as he grabbed at the bars of a door and tried to shake it loose.
The snake-like imp had to keep a cool head as he passed many of the prisoners that begged to be put out of their misery. Striker continued forward as he pulls his had down from his eyes to avoid any eye contact. He reached the door to the next floor only to see that the door denied him because he needed a card key that could take him to the next few floors down. "Dammit, all to Heaven, where am I going to find another key?"
Luckily for the imp, a female guard was pulling a male out toward one of the abandoned offices as she made out with him. Striker watched the clothes fly and some even hit him in the face. Inside one of the shirt's pockets was the key card he needed. Before he could say anything, the guard woman was only wearing a corset as she grabbed the demon she was with by the horns. "You'll be calling me 'mistress' the whole time," she declared before pulling the guy inside and locking the door.
Striker only blinked before shrugging with the card in hand. "If they're screwing on the job, then they'll get screwed later," he remarked as he spun the card in his hand. Heading down the stairs, he took a short rest as he was already walking down and across many stairs.
The next level down was something that just seem unreal for Hell. In it was a field full of flowers, soft music playing, and stuffed animals playing instruments while sinners were tied up on trees as they were bound to listen. "PLEASE! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, MAKE IT STOP," one prisoner exclaimed as he struggled in his ropes while another was screaming in fear like a little girl.
"Makes you want to think that Lucifer threw his daughter in here just to punish her but backfired and she walked out all happy and cheerful," Striker told himself as he had an eye twitch proceeding to the next floor.
The next floor down, Striker encountered a desert area that was blazing hot with the sinner and hellborn prisoners there being dipped into hot tar. "Fucking scum bags," a coyote demon hit the prisoner's head that was still above the tar. The jailer pushed the eel demon further down the tar until he was barely breathing. "You there! Get over here and see to it that these prisoners stay in the tar," he said, pointing to Striker.
"I would love to, but I'm needed in the lower floors," Striker told the coyote.
"Are you questioning me," the guard questioned menacingly to the imp.
"I'm just following orders," Striker told him as he saluted. 'Can't wait to turn you into a scarf.'
"Help out now," the coyote ordered him as he shoved a stick in his hand.
Not seeing that he was going to get out of this mess easily, Striker took the stick and struck all the sinner heads that were coming up for air, like a sick game of 'Whack-A-Mole'. "Get back down there, you fucking worm," he shouted as he smacked the sick so hard the sinner was knocked out cold for some time.
"Very nice work you did there. That motherfucker won't be getting up anytime soon," the coyote demon remarked, examining the unconscious body. "Which unit were you from?"
"The lowest unit, sir. I need to get back down there as soon as possible, so excuse me," Striker said as he bumped into the coyote. "Sorry," he said as he walked at a fast pace. But that bump was on purpose as he took an important card key that reached the lowest levels.
The next floor down was the main reason why the floor above was so hot. This section of Dis was a boiling magma pit that many earthlings would imagine what Hell would typically look like. Sinners were in cages and being dipped into craters of lava, screaming as their flesh burned off of them. However, it was only temporary as their skeletons began to painfully regrow their muscles and skin, feeling each strand of sinew stitch back together like a series of needles piercing bone. "What did you expect for blowing yourself up? 72 virgins in Heaven?! Ha! Don't you know when they mean virgins it could be something else entirely," one of the demon jailers mocked a sinner, dumping him into another soak in the lava pool.
"Hate to be those guys," Striker commented as he started to sweat up a storm while making his way through the heat. When he made it to the exit door, he swiped the card to the next level only to find it was denied access. "What? Isn't this the key to the next level," the cowboy asked as he used the different card and it still denied him. "Son of a bitch! How am I supposed to get the right key now!? It could be on any of these bastards."
As the imp scowled and looked over everything, he heard a beep and saw the door open, but it was quickly slammed shut by a massive demon that could easily be a warden or the head jailer of Dis. "That guy's not going anywhere with everything keeping him locked up," he muttered before pocketing the key card in his hat.
"I think I just found my ticket to the last floor," Striker told himself as he flashed his sadistic grin. "Excuse me, sir? Mind if I join you," he asked the jailer.
"What do you want," the demon asked.
"Just a new transfer to the lowest level," Striker told the large demon.
"What the fuck? You're either an idiot or no one told you a thing," the demon laughed. "That floor is reserved for the lowest of the scum. Only four of those fuckers are down there with the warden. The worst one is chained up."
'Sounds like the target I'm after,' Striker thought to himself. "Right, how stupid of me. This is my assigned floor."
The jailer eyed him suspiciously while they kept walking through the area. "So, where are you from rookie?"
"You can say I come from Wrath," Striker told the giant.
"Wrath, huh? You kinda look like you could pass for a citizen from Envy," The head jailer said as they arrived into his office, taking a seat. "So what do they call you back home?"
"Call me Striker."
"Striker, huh? That's a name that can kill," The head jailer said as he took out two bottles of beer, tossing one to the imp. "So, tell me. What do think about this redemption thing with the big man's daughter?"
"It's a joke," Striker laughed. "Like any demon would get out of here when it's where they belong."
"Really now? Because last I heard, there was a successful case of it," the large demon said, taking a swig of the drink. "Must have to do with that Demon Hunter she's been hanging around with."
"Not like that shit's real," Striker dismissed.
"Oh, it is. More and more folks have been going to that hotel after what happened," the jailer told Striker as he stood up. Following him, the two went out to the lava pools. "I may not agree with it a hundred percent of the way, but if people are giving it a shot, then let them try and leave Hell."
"Or maybe there should be a new order," Striker said while seeing nobody else around the two. Pulling out his pistol and shooting him in the back. The large demon let out a gasp as he looked down to see a gaping hole in his chest. "I'll be taking this now," the snake-like imp dug into his pocket and took the key to the final floor below before pushing the large demon into the lava. After making sure the demon jailer was dead, Striker went over to the door and opened it. But as he descended the stairs, he noticed it was getting unreasonably colder. "H-H-How come it's f-f-freezing down here," he questioned before he prepared to enter the final level of Dis.
Down on the final floor, Striker saw that the entire floor was ice. The imp continue to make his way to the end of the floor while hugging himself the further he got and the further he got, the colder it became. "S-s-s-shit, it's cold. Someone could get f-f-f-fucking frostbite," he said shivering as his skin started to become covered in small patches of ice.
Snow and ice blew more and more as the snake-like imp went further into the cell block. Finally, he reached the end of the floor, and what he saw shocked him. Sitting in a pit of freezing water covered in chains was the demon he was hired to get. The imprisoned demon was around 41 feet tall with a crumbling stone-like body and giant angelic wings there were withering away and covered in ice. Despite the damage, he looked like a demonic version of Zeus or even the Christian God with a stone beard covering his face and three eyes. This demon was the one that caused a second armageddon. The one that was defeated by Sparda and his Son, Dante. The false King of Hell, Mundus.
"So, this is the guy. Gotta say I don't see anything special about this bastard," Striker told himself.
"You want to say that to me again, you imp," Mundus told him as his eyes opened, looking downwards due to the chains around his neck and glowing a sinister red that began to strike fear into Striker.
'Holy shit! I take that back, he's strong,' the snake-like imp thought to himself as he tried to act cool. "You're awake, good. I need you to come with me," he told Mundus, only to get assaulted by a wave of demonic energy directed at him, knocking him backward.
"And why should I do that? Even if I could escape these restraints, why would I follow an insignificant imp such as yourself," Mundus questioned, instilling more fear into Striker.
"Because, if I let you out, you can go deal with the one who sent you back here to Hell," Striker told the giant statue.
"Dante," Mundus' voice echoed within the room. His hated for Sparda's bloodline was something he wanted to eradicate once and for all. "Very well. If it means killing the Son of Sparda, I'll hear you out. But you will have to do as I say!"
"Sorry, pal. I don't take orders from anyone but myself. How about I free you, take you to the demon that wants you free, I get my pay and we both go our separate ways. Sound fair?" Striker asked.
"If it means killing a Son of Sparda, so be it," the large demon statue said to the imp as the said imp fired off some holy bullets, making sure to aim at the chains. Once the chains were broken, the powerful demon broke free from the ice that was holding him, and his body repairing itself slowly. But as soon as he felt his hands were free, Mundus quickly grabbed Striker and squeezed him hard. "Do not turn on me," he warned as he tightened his grip and sparks of electricity began to dance around his closed fist.
Striker watched in fear as the sparks moved around the demon lord's fingers, but didn't give him anything worse than a case of static cling. However, the threat was still there and he wasn't going to risk anything. "Got it," Striker managed to croak out. Mundus let his grip go of the snake-like imp as he fell down into the snow, ribs sore from the squeeze alone. 'I don't know what I got myself into but as soon as I get paid, I'm getting out of dodge ASAP.'
As Mundus snapped free of his remaining chains and exited the freezing water, an alarm sounded off and the room began to flash red. After that, heavy footsteps were heard echoing into the room. The steps grew louder and louder as the demon lord was getting ready for an attack. The stomping ended as he was face to face with the warden of Dis. Standing at 44 feet tall was a robotic version of Lucifer with three faces on each side where his ears should have been. The middle face looked like Lucifer's smiling face, but the left face looked like he was sad and about to cry while the right face looked angry and about to breathe fire at any moment. "No escape," the mechanical devil stated, rotating his head to have the angry face staring right at Mundus.
"You're in my way," Mundus roared as his fist met with the face on the left side as it cracked. He was ready to bring punch one again, making the warden stumble back a few paces. "Weak," he said as he was going to deliver another blow. However, his fist was caught by the mechanical double of Hell's monarch.
"You're not leaving this prison," the warden said as it brought a fist down on Mundus as it shot out Hellfire, melting Mundus's stone-like skin, showing his true form's hand-like flesh.
The many hands that Mundus possessed grabbed onto the Warden, trying to pick apart the metal. "You may look like the fallen angel, but you're not as strong," Mundus shouted as he grabbed both the Warden's arms and headbutted him, cracking the masks of the robotic devil. Mundus summoned four giant floating orbs as a shower of lasers shot out of them, piercing the Warden in many places.
The warden wasn't going to be beaten so easily as he turned the left side of his head, allowing the sorrowful face to unleash a chilling frost that covered the floor even more. Striker was covered in a blanket of snow before he bolted to keep himself moving to stay warm. "Slumber within the coldest winds."
"This bastard is going to kill me before the giant statue," Striker said as he was shivering from the cold in the room and had a thick layer of frost covering his entire body.
Even though the snow was slowing him down, the demon lord let loose his orbs as they fired a bigger laser than the ones before. The Warden dodge the attack despite his size, only to have Mundus be right in front of him and grab onto his head. "You will be the first to fall!" Pulling the mechanical devil's head up as he ripped the head off its neck, red-tinted oil gushing out of its body like a geyser. Falling to his knees, the robotic warden was dead as its body went limp and the red oil spilled onto the snow, staining it into the same color.
"So that's the power of Mundus? No wonder he was kept here," Striker muttered to himself as the giant stone statue spread his wings and head to the ceiling. 'What the fuck is he doing!? Is he going to bust through the fucking ceiling!?'
Without any hesitation, the stone-like being jumped into the ceiling, breaking it as he let the lava fall onto the lower floor. Many of the guards and prisoners of the lava floor were panicking as they fell into the molten rock or were crushed by large debris. "Where is he," Mundus shouted as he looked around at the floor for a unique prisoner. As he burst through the floor, wreaking havoc he broke one door in the chambers that had more locks than everyone else in the cells. The giant of a demon laughed as he obliterated the door with his fist, making the iron cage fly against the wall.
Looking up, the prisoner smirked at who set him free. "Hello, Lord Mundus," they said before stepping out, revealing themself to be a man dressed as a demonic-looking priest. He had pale-looking skin with scars covering the left side of his face, a red eye on his right side, a blue eye on his left, and had two small horns sticking out from his bald head. This man was Arkham, the one who freed demons from the Temen-ni-gru and made both Dante and Vergil fight one another. "What do I owe the honor of freeing me?"
"We both hate the one who sent us here; Dante. I think that's enough reason to want to free you," Mundus exclaimed.
"I am at your service," Arkham said as he bowed to the demon lord.
"If you think you can betray me later on, you will wish you never existed," Mundus told the dark priest as he ascended to the desert floor. Once there, he decimated the guards as he threw them into the tar pits. Many of them screamed at the burns of their skin melting away or the tar infusing with their skin until they looked like statues, only to be crushed by Mundus' hand.
Many of the prisoners cheered thinking they are saved but Mundus ended their existence. As many prisoners saw this and ran from the false god of a demon as many guards were shooting off holy bullets. "Keep firing," shouted a guard.
"Pathetic," Mundus laughed as he fired a giant laser, obliterating many in its range. "None of you shall see the light of day when I finally rule over Hell!"
"No… I need… to stop him," one surviving guard muttered to himself as he aimed his gun at Mundus, only to have a holy bullet pass through his skull.
"You ain't stopping anyone," Striker smirked as he spun his revolver around his hand, before putting it in a holster. The cowboy of an imp stared at the carnage happening to the other guards and chuckled with the sound of a rattlesnake's tail laced in. 'Dante won't know what will hit him.'
The guards of Dis were unloading firepower from blessed weapons, only to see that it was having little to no effect on him. "We're screwed," one hellhound guard said as he stop unloading his rifle.
"Who said you could stop firing, soldier," a very old ram demon said as he continued to fire. "This bastard may be tough, but it's our job to take scum like him down!"
"Shouldn't someone inform the King about this?"
"If he finds out that the most dangerous demon is on a rampage in here, he will kill us," the old goat said.
"Lucifer or this guy will kill us if we can't stop him anyway," an ape-like demon said as he continued to shoot his bullets at Mundus. "I say we take our chances and contact the big man."
As the hellhound was ready to run to the first floor, the old goat demon went wide-eyed and started gagging. Suddenly, he was coughing up blood as a hand pierced through his chest. The old goat turned his eye towards the back, seeing that it was Arkham. "You will do no such thing," he said as he pulled his arm back, letting the ram fall dead as the other guards looked on in terror. "There will be a new king ruling the entirety of Hell," he said as he killed the other two demons while watching the slaughter of their fellow guards.
"Please kill me! Let me die already," a prisoner said as he begged Mundus to kill the tortured soul. The winged giant did as the sinner said, only to satisfy his needs, shot a red bolt of lighting at the sinner, electrocuting him into ash.
Mundus looked around to see that many guards and prisoners were going to the higher levels to escape his wrath. "You really got them on the run now, big guy," Striker said as he walked beside the statue-like demon. "But we are in a hurry, so how about we blow this and get to where we need to be?"
"I'm not finished yet, imp," Mundus told Striker with intimidation. "I still need to make an example for Lucifer."
"Time's not on our side and I need to take you to the fucker who wanted to set you free," Striker approached. But as he took a few steps forward, he froze in fear as he felt the disturbing aura that was coming off of Mundus. Cold sweat dripped off his forehead as he felt something that he didn't feel in a long time; fear. The cowboy of an imp stepped back a few feet to let the demon in stone do what he needed. 'The payment better be worth it, if I'm working my own ass for this shit.'
"I suggest you hold on to me if you wish to live," Mundus told both Striker and Arkham as they did what he said and climb up to his legs. Not wasting any more time, the demon lord spread out his angelic stone wings and took flight, breaking through every single remaining floor and the roof of Dis, making it crumble. Once he got high enough, Mundus summoned a meteor shower to fall on the prison. The demon laughed as the falling rocks flattened the building to nothing but smoldering rubble. Satisfied with his work, Mundus floated down the ground as both Striker and Arkham got off him, witnessing this once great jail that held the worse sinners was now in ruins. "This should leave enough of a message for that shitty fallen angel."
"I couldn't agree anymore, my lord," Arkham voiced.
Mundus looked at the two demons that assisted in his escape, then glanced at his hand which started to have a faded glow. "Hmm… I may need to recover more than I thought, but I still have enough energy for what I truly need out of my current associates," the demon lord said as he began to coalesce energy in front of him. The energy soon swirled and raged before it condensed into a humanoid shape while Striker and Arkham watched intently. "I trust the two of you as much as Lucifer has love for Heaven. So to keep things balanced, I need a loyal guard dog of sorts," Mundus declared as the energy construct soon turned into a true demon of flesh and blood.
The demon looked to be a 17-year-old boy with a scrawny build, long orange hair, and pale blue skin with a darker blue Celtic tattoo of a dog around his upper chest. He wore brown trousers with a blue and green flannel kilt over it, brown boots, and some armor on his shoulder in the shape of a raven. "Greetings, Lord Mundus. I am at your service," he bowed.
"Say hello to my newest general, Cu Chulainn," Mundus introduced to the others while Dis burned in the background.
"I don't see what's so special about a Scottish Braveheart wannabe," Striker asked as he inspects the demon.
"Irish legend, actually," Arkham corrected as he knew more about the new demon's namesake.
"Either way, he's a scrawny brat. What makes you think he can face Dante or the King," Striker asked as he was not impressed.
Mundus simply smirked as he turned to the young-looking demon. "Chulainn, Warp Spasm," he instructed. With an enraged shout, Cu Chulainn turned inside-out and his build increased in size. Glaring down at Striker, the Celtic demon was now a sinewy and muscular version of himself that could compare to The Incredible Hulk or Bane with muscle fibers showing across his body. Grabbing ahold of the imp and nearly squeezing the air out of him, the general started slamming him down on the floor multiple times.
"Okay, I get it! Call him off," Striker cried out as his face met with the floor a few more times. With a snap of Mundus' finger, Chulainn transformed back into his normally scrawny self before dropping the snake-looking imp. "Fucking Neanderthal," he mumbled as he checked his teeth to see in any broke or went missing, especially his long gold tooth.
"Once I am at full power, I will be making much more and more powerful generals at my disposal," Mundus told the two. "Now, where's the one who wanted to free me?"
"Just follow me," Striker said as he lead the way. 'That asshole better give me a bonus when we get there.'
That's all for now folks. This is the beginning of the end for this fic. Thanks again to WaterDragonMaverick for the editing and suggestions. Dis a combination of Impel Down from One Piece and the circles of Hell from Inferno by Dante Alighieri which is the inspiration for Devil May Cry and Impel Down.
Fun Fact: Devil May Cry was originally supposed to be Resident Evil 4, but the idea was scrapped. But the gameplay was very well-liked, so they changed it to Devil May Cry. But anyway, like and follow, and don't forget to leave a review. Until then, see you all in Hell!