"Now isn't the best time to be picking fights Dante!" Nathan growled from behind him.
"Yes. Listen to your friend and leave while I'm still giving you the chance." Alastor growled from his throne.
"I'm not going anywhere." Dante stomped his foot and wrapped his right hand around Rebellion's handle, preparing to unsheathe it.
"So unwise." Alastor said in his booming voice. "Once I'm done with you I'll deal with that traitor, Marbh."
"Okay, now you can kill him." Nathan said.
"What changed your mind?" Dante looked back at him with a cocked eyebrow.
"I promised Marbh I wouldn't let Alastor know what he did. Since Alastor knows, I guess we'll have to kill him." Nathan half smiled.
"I like the sound of that." Dante chuckled. "I still don't understand why you were so friendly to that ugly creature though."
"He wasn't always like that. Do you really think he was always a vampire?" Nathan asked from behind him.
"Well...no... Shut up." Dante grumbled.
"Enough of this foolish bickering. It is time to die Son of Sparda." Alastor roared and stood, towering over them.
"This is gonna be fun." Dante grinned, leaning forward. Alastor unsheathed his sword. Dante dashed forward, unsheathing Rebellion and yelling as he swung it at Alastor. Alastor swatted the sword away and struck Dante with his. A spray of blood erupted from Dante's chest and he went flying backwards. He sailed over Nathan and hit the ground, ripping through the stone floor and coming to a stop in a crater of debris.
"Dammit!" Nathan looked at Dante, then back to a slowly approaching Alastor.
"Leave now, unknown foe, and I will let you live." Alastor spoke in an echo.
"Spare me the lectures. I don't have time for it." Nathan snapped, bracing for battle.
"Suit yourself white haired warrior." Alastor growled with pleasure, raising his sword over his shoulder. "Prepare to die." He brought the sword down right upon Nathan. Nathan spun, dodging the attack and spinning beside Alastor. He smashed his fist into Alastor's side, cracking his armor. Before Nathan could attack again Alastor roared and an eruption of electricity from his body sent Nathan sailing backwards. Nathan hit his throne then rolled down the steep steps.
"Pathetic. But you did better then the Son of Sparda." Alastor chuckled as he stared at an unmoving Nathan.
"You were saying something about me?" Dante said. Alastor looked back just in time to see Dante dashing forward. Dante stabbed Rebellion into Alastor's chest, then twisted the sword. Alastor roared in pain, then fell to his knees. Dante pressed both his guns into Alastor's forehead and pulled the triggers. Alastor fell backwards to the ground with a boom. Dante grinned and ripped Rebellion out of his chest. He stepped over Alastor's body and jogged over to Nathan. "You alright?" he asked as he helped Nathan up.
"Yeah." Nathan rubbed his head. "I'm already dead, remember?" Dante laughed. "Look out!" Nathan pushed Dante out of the way and Alastor struck him with his sword. The blade slashed into Nathan's left side, spinning him and throwing him across the chamber.
"Damn, he's stronger then I thought." Dante ducked when Alastor swung at him.
"Did you really think I could be defeated so easily? You're no match for my power!" Alastor pointed his hand at Dante, palm out, and lighting erupted from his hand, throwing Dante backwards and pressing him into the ground. Dante was unable to move, suppressed by the attack. Nathan struggled to get up, his body to wounded to respond. At first he didn't realize the Jewel of Arsa was glowing in his pocked, until he felt his leg burning. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the stone. The red glow shot straight through his arm and he could feel his wounds being healed.
"The stone! I remember! It grants its wielder power!" Nathan jumped up and ran at Alastor. Alastor looked over a second to late, surprised to see Nathan standing. Nathan smashed his fist into Alastor's visor, sending him through the air. Nathan disappeared then reappeared behind Alastor, putting both his hands together and slamming them into Alastor's chest, sending him into the ground. Alastor hit the ground, smashing a crater into the stone floor. Nathan landed on top of his chest and looked down at the weak demon.
"How? How did you gain such power so quickly?" Alastor interrogated him. Nathan revealed the Jewel in his right hand, still glowing a bright red. "The Jewel! NO!" Nathan focused and could feel its powers seep into his arm. He concentrated on the power, building it up before shooting it back into the small stone. A red blast shot out of the Jewel and struck Alastor in his chest. He screamed and was engulfed by the blast, disintegrating from its power. When the smoke cleared out the only thing left was Alastor's sword.
"Damn." Dante said as he walked up beside Nathan. "Now I see why you wanted Arsa's weapons." Dante went to pick up Alastor's sword. He held it in his hands, examining the weapon. The handle was carved to look like a winged dragon, the blade coming out of the dragon's open mouth like a deadly tongue.
"You can not have the sword of Alastor!" Dante heard the blade scream in his head. He yelled when pain shot through his head and let go of the sword, clutching at his head. The blade floated in front of Dante, then shot forward, impaling him in the chest and pinning him to Alastor's throne. Electricity shot out of the blade and into Dante, and Dante coughed up blood.
Nathan yelled and grabbed the sword's handle, pulling it out of Dante's chest. The sword attempted to electrocute him but he could feel the electricity running into his arms, giving him more strength. He absorbed the attack and the sword went dormant. Dante grunted and walked up to Nathan, holding his chest. Nathan went to hand him the sword. "Keep it." Dante pushed the blade away. "It chose you." Nathan looked down at the dormant sword.
"What exactly is it?" Nathan asked.
"It's a Devil Arm. A living weapon. When the weapon's true master dies, their power is absorbed by their weapon, creating a Devil Arm. You're holding Alastor, "Spirit of Lighting". Remember that name, for the sword is yours now." Dante said, looking at the sword.
"Very well." Nathan grabbed the sheath to the sword from beside the throne and put it on. "But that still doesn't tell me where the Guard of Arsa is." Nathan sheathed Alastor and looked around the chamber.
"Good luck finding it in this place." Dante grunted, putting away his own sword.
"You won't have to." someone said from behind them. They both spun around and pulled out their swords. A man stood in front of them wearing a silver gauntlet that came all the way up to his shoulder. He had long brown hair that came down just past his shoulder and bright red eyes. He pulled of the Guard of Arsa and tossed it to Nathan, who caught it and looked down at the armor piece.
"Who are you?" Nathan asked, looking back up at the man.
The man smiled and said, "You won't recognize me in this form, but it is I, Marbh."
"Marbh? The ugly vampire?" Dante asked, lowering Rebellion.
"I took my human form. This is what I looked like before I was poisoned. Of course, I had blue eyes at the time." Marbh answered.
"Thank you." Nathan half bowed, than slid the Guard of Arsa onto his right arm. He looked down at his gauntleted hand and saw a small indention in the palm of the metal glove. He ran his fingers through it before realizing what it was. He pressed the Jewel of Arsa into the slot and it fit in place perfectly. He could feel the power from the Jewel running through the Guard and into his arm.
"You freed me from Alastor. I am only repaying you." Marbh bowed and smiled. "If you ever need my aid, you know where to find me."
"I'll take you up on the offer." Dante nodded. Marbh gave him a quick nod before vanishing into one of his portals. Dante looked over at Nathan, who was still toying with the Guard. "You can play with your new toy back in New York. I'm dying for some lunch."
"Your brother is stirring quite some attention to himself." Teirn said as he walked up beside Vergil. Vergil looked over at the demon. He was in his human form, which he stayed in at all time. He had chin length dark blue hair, brown eyes and was wearing a black jacket over a black shirt and black pants. In his hand was a black top hat and a black cane.
"Yes. Yes he is." Vergil agreed, looking back over at the mirror which had an image of Dante and the man Teirn called the Bas a fhail on it.
"I have sent Ocrais to deal with the problem. He shouldn't be a bother for much longer, and we will have the other half of the Perfect Amulet."
"Just remember my side of the bargain." Vergil warned him.
"Of course. How could I ever forget." Teirn said with a menacing smile.