This sequel's main plot can be understood without reading the first Silver Bullet. However, I still recommend doing so for the additional context it provides and to make certain minor aspects easier to understand. Keep in mind that the prequel has a somewhat messy structure and occasional fluctuations in writing style due to experimentation (and the early chapters are old).
But despite its flaws, I still like it very much.
Now, for the sequel, I'm trying to deliver a more seamless narrative, addressing the inconsistencies that may have been present in the first part. Well, at least that's my intention! I hope you'll enjoy the (maybe) improved storytelling in this continuation.
Happy reading! ;)
Chapter 1: The Arrival
It had been over a year since Nero had to watch Vergil vanish into the depths of the crumbling Hellgate, sacrificing himself to reinforce the barrier between the mortal world and the treacherous underworld. The demonic attacks grew in number and ferocity as time passed, keeping the devil hunters on their toes with a never-ending stream of assignments.
In the beginning, Nero couldn't shake a sense of unease. The memory of their final exchange lingered, raising questions about Vergil's fate. If the demons could still breach the human world unhindered, did it mean that Vergil had fallen? Or was he once again consumed by his inner demons, seeking more power at any cost, leaving a trail of sacrifices in his wake? The uncertainty weirdly gnawed at Nero, but he couldn't afford to worry about the old man. So he pushed those thoughts away, knowing that the strange void Vergil had left behind would disappear with time, and concentrated on the essential things. The uncertainty weighed on Nero, but he knew dwelling on it wouldn't help. He had a job to do—kick demon ass and protect humanity.
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Nero sat patiently on a workbench, his eyes fixated on the garage entrance where his girlfriend, Kyrie, meticulously reloaded her weapon. Her fingers moved with precision, swiftly exchanging the cylinder while maintaining an unwavering focus on her target. With one hand securing the emptied drum on her belt, she immediately took aim at Hank, the sturdy training dummy, her face displaying intense concentration.
Shot after shot, Kyrie displayed her skill, hitting Hank's right shoulder, then the left, and finally, the tiny target held by the dummy's mechanical hand. Her focused expression, combined with the subtle charm of her biting her lip, made him smile in appreciation. As his gaze wandered over her figure, he couldn't help but feel a rush of affection for the talented woman standing before him.
"Pervert," he heard Nico's voice beside him, dripping with playful disdain. Caught off guard, Nero flinched and quickly turned his head to face his mechanic, who stood beside the workbench with her arms crossed, an amused smirk tugging at the corners of her lips.
"She's my girlfriend. I'm allowed to admire," he retorted, his cheeks betraying his embarrassment with a subtle flush.
Nico raised an eyebrow, taking a long drag from her cigarette before exhaling a cloud of smoke. Her eyes sparkled mischievously as she appraised Nero with a teasing glint. "Oh, I know. But just remember, every kink has its limits."
Before her partner could come up with a witty response, their momentary banter was interrupted by the ringing of the phone inside the RV. Nico rolled her eyes and took a final puff from her cigarette before flicking it away.
"Saved by the bell," she remarked, a hint of amusement in her voice as she approached the vehicle. Nero let out a sigh of relief, grateful for the timely interruption.
As Nico climbed into the RV, Nero's attention turned back to Kyrie. With a smirk, he whispered to himself, "You've got quite the aim, my talented girl."
Hank's distorted voice echoed throughout the street after Kyrie's final shot hit the small target on its metal head. "Well done!" the prerecorded voice exclaimed, extending its arm towards her with a whirring sound, its mechanical tone lacking emotion. Kyrie, however, beamed with pride, her eyes sparkling with accomplishment, and she gave Hank a high-five.
Nero watched the spectacle with a mixture of amusement and annoyance. "Suck-up," he muttered under his breath, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Ever since Nico reprogrammed Hank's voice chip to offer praise, he couldn't help but find the whole interaction a bit comical. It was Nico's playful way of adding some amusement to Kyries otherwise dull shooting.
Behind him, Nico let out a sharp whistle, grabbing his attention. "Hey, move your lazy ass. Our ship is about to arrive," she called from the RV, a cloud of smoke billowing around her as she took a drag from her cigarette. Moments later, the roar of the old engine could be heard, its familiar rumble filling the air. The hunter slid off the workbench, his coat swaying with his movement, and effortlessly pushed it aside, making enough room for the massive van to exit the garage.
Stepping out into the open, Nero joined Kyrie's side. The sun's warmth embraced them, and the anticipation of their upcoming journey filled the air. He looked at Kyrie, his eyes softening with affection. "I have to go," he said, thumbing back toward the vehicle. Smirking, he raised one corner of his mouth. "Will you protect the city for me while I'm away?"
A giggle escaped Kyrie's lips as she holstered her weapon. "Of course," she replied, closing the gap between them and placing a hand on Nero's chest. The touch sent a surge of warmth through him. "And you take care of yourself and Nico," she added, her voice filled with concern and love.
Nero nodded, his gaze locked with hers. "Yeah, I'll do my best," he promised, then lowered his head, his forehead touching hers, and closed his eyes. Taking a deep breath, he let the moment linger, savoring the closeness between them.
With each departure, it became harder for him to walk away and leave her behind, especially now that the threat of demons was more prevalent than ever. "Will you wait for me?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
"Always," she replied without hesitation, her voice filled with unwavering loyalty and devotion.
As much as Nero wanted to prolong this moment, he knew time was pressing. Reluctantly, he released himself from her embrace, his fingertips gently brushing against her cheek.
Nico honked impatiently behind them, breaking the tender silence.
"And you—" Nero pointed to the training dummy, a glint in his eyes. "—you tin head, make sure to look after her," he said with a playful grin, knowing that Hank couldn't hear him.
He was about to set off with one last glance at his girlfriend, but Kyrie had other plans. She reached out, gently cupping his face, and pulled him closer for a final kiss. It was a soft and lingering kiss filled with unspoken promises.
"Be careful," Kyrie whispered against his lips.
"I will, don't worry," he reassured her, taking her hands to gently release his face. "I have to go. Dante is waiting for us." He pressed her hands one last time before gathering himself. With a heavy heart but renewed determination, Nero mustered the resolve to reluctantly turn his back on her. As he walked towards the waiting RV, knowing that no matter the challenges that awaited him, Kyrie would always be there, waiting and believing in him.
Quickly, Nero rushed to the RV and hopped into the passenger seat. Nico wasted no time, stepping on the gas pedal, and the vehicle roared to life, tires screeching as they accelerated.
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They raced towards Port Caerula, their destination, where a ferry waited to transport the duo and their trusty RV from the island to the mainland. The harbor buzzed with activity, cranes, and heavy construction machinery standing tall amidst the bustling scene. These structures were a testament to the ongoing repairs, as the port had suffered significant damage. Broken remnants of structures and workers laboring tirelessly showcased the determination to restore the harbor. Fortuna relied heavily on external goods, making uninterrupted trade and supplies vital.
Upon arrival at the harbor, their routine unfolded smoothly. Nico skillfully maneuvered the RV onto the ferry while Nero handled the necessary paperwork and payment. Since the events in Red Grave, they had already gone through this procedure a dozen times. Living on an island came with its challenges and constraints.
Nero stood on the ferry's deck, leaning against the railing, his eyes fixed on the bustling activity of the harbor workers.
His gaze shifted to the spot where, over a year ago, the remnants of the Hellgate had risen from the depths of the ocean, fueled by demonic energy. At this very site, he, Dante, and Vergil bravely fought against the horde of demons that emerged from the gate's dark abyss.
The memories of Vergil's parting words and the barely hidden emotions behind the cold man's stoic facade threatened to resurface, but the young hunter tore away from the sight. Instead, he let his gaze wander over the dilapidated structures of Caerula.
He caught glimpses of the city's rooftops, a reminder of the changes that had swept through Fortuna.
The dissolution of the Order had shattered the barriers that once confined them to the island. Leaving Fortuna was unheard of in the past, and outsiders were met with suspicion and hostility.
But now, liberated from the Order's strict rules, curiosity ignited within the residents, beckoning them to venture beyond their familiar shores. Some chose to never return, seeking freedom from their homeland's painful memories and constraints.
As Nero observed the city's distant skyline, a spark of longing flickered in his eyes. He silently vowed to take Kyrie on a vacation once their current mission was complete to show her how vast the world was.
Just the two of them, taking some time off, away from the chaos and responsibilities.
As the ferry slowly set in motion, leaving the harbor behind and venturing into the open sea, Nico stepped up to Nero's side. She absentmindedly played with the pack of cigarettes in her hands, her thoughts consumed by the upcoming job.
"Do you have any idea what this gig is about?" she finally asked, her voice slightly muffled as she brushed her hair away from her face. The wind continued to blow strands of hair into her eyes, causing her some annoyance.
His eyes still fixed on the horizon, Nero shook his head. "Nope, Dante just mentioned that we're supposed to meet him at the East Port, some private Harbor for rich snobs. And he made it sound like it's going to be one hell of a party," he replied, a mix of curiosity and anticipation.
The mechanic grunted, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "Can't wait," she said, deciding to light a cigarette to ease her restlessness. However, the gusty wind made it challenging, and it took her a few tries before successfully igniting it.
Nero remained silent, but inwardly, he agreed with her. He couldn't deny that he missed the dynamic with Dante and their friends, the banter and shared battles that forged their bond. But there was something else that burned within him—the desire to prove himself, to test his newfound skills against Dante in a proper duel.
A small smile curled at the corner of his lips as he thought about the neat little trick Vergil had taught him. The power of the Devil Trigger coursing through his veins, the familiarity weight of his Red Queen on his back, and Blue Rose on his belt—he was ready to show Dante just how much he had grown since their last real fight, all the way back as he was still a knight of the Order.
Deep down, Nero knew that his ultimate goal wasn't just defeating Dante but earning his respect as an equal. He wanted Dante to see him as more than just a reckless kid but as a formidable Devil Hunter in his own right.
As the ferry sailed on, the journey turned uneventful. While Nico engrossed herself in her projects inside the van. Nero - bored out of his mind- walked around the ship, feeling a sense of restlessness growing within him. The workers, familiar with his nature, observed him with mild amusement while the few other passengers on board regarded him skeptically.
A group of children approached him timidly, their eyes wide with awe. "Are you a real devil hunter?" one of them asked, his voice trembling with excitement.
Nero crouched down to their level, a warm smile on his face. "That's right, kiddo. I'm here to protect people from the bad guys."
The children exchanged excited whispers, their imaginations running wild with tales of demons and heroic battles. Nero's presence ignited their curiosity and sparked dreams of becoming devil hunters themselves one day.
The ferry sailed on, and Nero's boredom subsided, replaced by a sense of purpose. He may still need to learn the details of the job, but he knew it had to be a big one if Dante sought out help willingly.
After a few hours at sea, the mainland emerged on the horizon, and less than an hour later, the RV thundered along the streets.
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Dante, Trish, and Lady found themselves at a small harbor nestled in the upscale eastern part of the city. The private port exuded an air of pristine elegance, with a neat row of expensive boats and sleek yachts lining the docks. The surrounding neighborhood was a playground for the wealthy, showcasing opulent mansions that arrogantly overlooked the tranquil waters. Even the trashcans looked way too expensive.
In this snobbish environment, the trio stood as a refreshing burst of authenticity amidst a sea of superficiality. Their rugged appearances and distinct personalities provided a stark contrast to the polished sophistication that surrounded them.
Lady's frustration boiled over as she repeated her objection for what felt like the hundredth time, her arms crossed as she firmly stood her ground against Dante's proposal. "No!" she exclaimed, her voice resonating with determination. "I've told you I am not naming my new office Devil May Cry."
Sitting casually on a polished park bench adorned with unnecessarily extravagant ornaments, Dante's eyes sparkled mischievously. "But just imagine," he began, his voice brimming with playful persuasion. "The name' Devil May Cry' holds power. It's known, it's recognized. Clients will be drawn to it like moths to a flame."
Trish couldn't resist teasing, a playful smile dancing on her lips. "And yet, you're always broke, Dante." His dissatisfied expression betrayed the truth in her words.
Rolling her eyes, Lady's frustration reached its peak. "It's not the image I want for my new office. I want something more professional, less... flashy."
The hunter dramatically clutched his chest in mock distress and responded theatrically. "Oh, Lady, you're breaking my heart."
Her laughter filled the air, shaking her head in amusement. "You're such a drama queen, Dante."
Just as Dante was about to continue the debate, the distinct sound of an old engine roared in the distance, growing louder with each passing second.
"Finally," Lady sighed with a mixture of relief and apprehension.
The RV careened around the corner, and a look of alarm flashed in Nico's eyes. Reacting swiftly, she yanked the steering wheel, skillfully swerving the van away from the impending danger of crashing into the water or damaging the boats. The tires screeched in protest as the vehicle came to a stop, its front end teetering precariously close to the water's edge. The sudden jolt nearly caused Nero's head to collide with the windshield.
"Damn it, Nico! Can't you drive without nearly killing us?" Nero's voice resonated with frustration as he turned to his partner.
Wearing a mischievous grin, Nico replied, "Relax, kitty. We made it in one piece, didn't we? You worry too much."
Nero huffed, clearly not convinced by Nico's carefree response. "You better be more careful next time. I don't want to end up swimming with the fish."
Unfazed by Nero's complaint, Nico shrugged. "I've got skills, don't worry."
Their banter continued as they stepped out of the RV, trading jabs and retorts. Despite their constant teasing and challenges, there was an unbreakable bond between them, like siblings who knew each other inside out.
Observing Nero and Nico's ongoing argument, Lady couldn't help but roll her eyes. "You two never change," she muttered under her breath.
Dante greeted them with a smirk, thoroughly enjoying the spectacle. "Ah, the dynamic duo arrives," he exclaimed, spreading his arms as he approached them. "If it isn't my favorite nephew," he grinned, catching Nero by surprise and playfully putting him in a headlock. "It's good to see you."
Nero squirmed and cursed in Dante's grip, unable to break free as his uncle ruffled his hair. Dante then turned his attention to Nico, who beamed from ear to ear upon seeing him. "Hey, Nico. You got something new for me?"
Nico's grin transformed into a sassy smirk. "Nope. Didn't have the time 'cause this dumbass leeches on all my time," she retorted, nodding her head towards the victim of Dante's headlock.
The younger man broke free and playfully punched his laughing uncle on the shoulder. "You jerk. Cut it out already. Every damn time," he grumbled, adjusting his coat. Dante, undeterred by Nero's grumpy expression, threw his head back and laughed heartily, his carefree demeanor shining through. He casually slung an arm around his nephew, who reluctantly endured it with a growl. "Listen, kiddo. Isn't the name 'Devil May Cry' just magnificent? It's got that perfect mix of badassery and style, don't you think?"
Unaware of Lady's desire for a different name, Nero simply nodded in agreement, not fully aware of the brewing storm of fiery objections that awaited him.
Lady glared at Dante, her voice tinged with exasperation. "How many times do I have to say it, Dante? I want a different name for my new office. 'Devil May Cry' sounds like a bad heavy metal band!"
The older hunter dramatically held a hand to his chest, feigning a theatrical defeat. "Lady, you wound me with your lack of appreciation for my artistic vision. But fear not, I shall persist in my quest to convince you!"
Trish rolled her eyes, growing tired of the ongoing banter between Dante and Lady. "Can we please focus on the task at hand? We're running out of time."
Still unaware of the tension, Nero looked between Lady and Dante, his confusion evident. "Wait, what's wrong with 'Devil May Cry'? I think it's a cool name."
Lady groaned, realizing that her battle for a different name was far from over, while Dante threw her a smug grin and casually leaned his arm on his nephew's shoulder, clearly enjoying his small victory.
Ignoring her friends, the blonde she-devil placed her hand on her hip and pointed with one of her perfectly manicured fingers at the mobile office. "That, my dear, will stay right here," she declared, noticing how Nico let her cigarette fall from her mouth. Before anyone could voice their objections, she took a step to the side and unveiled a sleek speedboat. At first glance, it appeared even more extravagant than all the other vessels adorning the marina. Delicately lettered on its hull was the name "Rendezvous," adding an air of sophistication.
Secretly Lady nudged the mechanic with her elbow and whispered under her breath, "I think she's got herself a wealthy lover. Last time, she picked me up in a red Corvette."
"I can hear you," Trish called out, not appearing bothered by her friend's comment, and if she was, she didn't let it show.
Meanwhile, Dante grew impatient with the delay and began striding toward the boat. "If you keep dragging your feet, we'll end up fashionably late for the party," he exclaimed, effortlessly leaping onto the speedboat in a single bound.
With arms crossed and visibly sulking, Nico couldn't hold back her frustration. "So, let me get this straight. I drove all the way here only for you to leave me behind?"
Her partner tried to defuse the tension. "Not you, Nico. Just the car," he replied, receiving a playful punch on the shoulder from his mechanic. "There's no way I'm leaving my baby behind," she declared defiantly.
Dante turned his head, a mischievous grin forming on his face. "Don't worry, Nico. I'll save you a dance," he yelled from the boat, causing a faint blush to creep onto her cheeks.
While passing by, Lady placed a hand on Nico's shoulder. "To be honest, I think it would be too dangerous for you on the island anyway. It's crawling with demons," she remarked. Together with Trish, she followed Dantes's lead and boarded the boat. The blonde woman immediately took the helm, revving up the engine.
But Nero hesitated, feeling strange about leaving Nico behind. She could sense his hesitation and waved him off dismissively. "Stop giving me those puppy eyes. I'm not mad," she said, hands on her hips. "Did you pack your lunchbox?"
Smirking, Nero lifted his coat, revealing the spare Devil Breakers hanging from his belt. "Good," she nodded approvingly. "Now fuck off. It's time for my beauty sleep." Nico started to head back towards the RV, but she paused and glanced over her shoulder at her partner. "And make sure to take care of yourself. I'm not there to save your sorry ass," she demanded, casual as always but with a hint of concern in her voice that couldn't be concealed.
"Yeah, yeah. I'll behave. Just don't leave without me," Nero replied, jogging to catch up with the others.
Once everyone was on board, Trish unleashed the boat's power, causing a sudden surge of acceleration that forced her passengers to tighten their grips on the ship to avoid being thrown off balance. The wind roared in Nero's ears as the speedboat effortlessly sliced through the waves. Struggling to be heard over the roaring engine and the splashing water, Nero raised his voice, "So, what's the plan?"
As the wind whipped through their hair and the salty water sprayed behind them, the city gradually disappeared from view. While Irish skillfully steered the boat, keeping it on course. Dante, standing beside her, leaned casually against the railing, seemingly unfazed by the rocking vessel.
"We're heading to Mallet Island," Dante finally spoke up, his voice laced with a hint of disdain.
The young man glanced at him, sensing his distaste. "What's with the island? You don't seem too thrilled about it."
His gaze fixed on the horizon, Dante let out a heavy sigh. "Let's just say it holds some... unpleasant memories," he forced himself to grin, "It's a place I'd rather forget."
Trish and Dante shared a meaningful look before Dante shifted his attention back to the vast expanse of the ocean.
Meanwhile, Trish began explaining the mission at hand. "Mallet Island, being one of the few locations close to the underworld, has the ability to shift its position. This makes it harder for anyone to track and locate it. We need to reach the island before sunset to ensure we don't miss our opportunity."
Lady, ever pragmatic, inquired, "Well, what is our target once we arrive?"
"The barrier on the island is on the verge of collapse.", Trish continued with a sense of urgency, "We must act before it is too late, or else some powerful demons might be able to access our world."
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The island emerged on the horizon, a foreboding presence that sent a shiver down Nero's spine. The closer they got, the more the air around them flickered and vibrated with a palpable demonic aura, causing his senses to heighten. The distant roars and screeches carried by the wind only confirmed what they already knew—the island was infested with demons.
In the distance, an ancient castle loomed; its towering spires reached toward the darkened sky, casting eerie shadows that seemed to dance with the flickering demonic energy.
The landscape itself was a twisted amalgamation of natural beauty and supernatural corruption. Dense forests, once vibrant and lush, now appeared twisted and gnarled, their branches reaching out like clawed hands.
Trish's voice broke the silence, voicing the grim reality. "The underworld is already devouring the island," she warned, her expression etched with concern.
Surrounded by his comrades, Nero prepared himself for the impending battle, firmly gripping his Red Queen. His allies mirrored his actions, equipping themselves for the upcoming fight.
With a burst of excitement, Dante leaped onto the bow of the boat, twirling his sword in hand. "Let's show these demons how we party!" he declared, his voice filled with both amusement and determination. Without a moment's hesitation, he jumped onto the shore, even before the boat had fully docked.
As soon as Nero's boots touched the solid ground of the island, a surge of adrenaline coursed through his veins. The intense energy in the air seemed to palpitate against his skin, every molecule on the isle pulsating with a sinister force. The ground beneath his feet was marred with jagged rocks and cracks as if the very earth itself had been scarred by the battles fought upon it.
The echoes of demonic roars and screeches grew louder, filling the air with a cacophony of menace. Nero's grip tightened around the handle of his sword, the weight of his weapon offering a comforting familiarity.
His comrades, equally aware of the impending battle, stood by his side, their weapons glinting in the dim light. Lady, her gaze steely, adjusted her firearms with precision while Trish assumed a battle-ready stance, her electric powers dancing around her hands.
It didn't take long for the demonic vermin to sniff out their position, their senses honed for the scent of prey. A dozen of various lesser demons scurried towards them, their claws outstretched and teeth-filled maws aimed at the ready. The air filled with eerie anticipation as the creatures closed in, their grotesque forms twisting and contorting with wicked intent.
In the blink of an eye, Trish sprang into action. Electricity crackled at her fingertips as she unleashed a surge of raw power. The first demon that lunged toward her was met with a torrent of electrifying energy. The creature convulsed and twitched, its body contorting in a grotesque dance of pain and torment. It writhed on the ground, its limbs locked in unnatural positions as its muscles spasmed uncontrollably. The scene was a disturbing display of both Trish's mastery over electricity and the terrifying consequences it inflicted upon her adversaries.
Lady swiftly stepped to her friend's side, her handgun firmly aimed at the convulsing demon. Without hesitation, she pulled the trigger, the deafening sound of the gunshot reverberating through the air. The bullet pierced the creature's skull, instantly killing it. As the life force left its body, the demon's form began to disintegrate, dissolving into a decaying puddle of blood and viscera. The putrid stench filled the air, a stark reminder of the grotesque nature of their adversaries.
The other lesser demons hesitated for a moment, witnessing the gruesome fate that had befallen their kind. But their hesitation was short-lived as their insatiable hunger for human flesh overcame any fear. With a fierce determination, they continued their relentless charge, teeth-gnashing and claws slashing through the air.
The moment the monsters resumed their attack, Dante stepped forward, a deadly grin playing on his lips. With a casual flick of his wrist, he hefted his heavy broadsword onto his shoulder, exuding an air of confidence. "Let the big boy handle this," he quipped, his voice laced with a mix of amusement and bravado.
As the demonic power surged within him, Dante's body underwent a grotesque transformation. Lava-like energy enveloped him, and he grew in size, towering over his adversaries. Fiery wings unfurled from his back, and his demonic features intensified with blazing eyes, elongated horns, and a palpable aura of overwhelming power.
The demonic energy pulsated from Dante's transformed body, radiating an intense heat that scorched everything it touched. The air crackled with the smell of burning flesh as the lesser demons were consumed by the fiery onslaught. Their shrieks of pain echoed through the air, their futile attempts to defend themselves proving useless against the overwhelming might of the demon hunter.
With each swing of his sword, Dante carved a path of devastation through the enemy ranks. Limbs were severed, bodies were torn asunder, and blood spattered the battlefield in grotesque patterns. The ground became littered with the lifeless husks of the fallen demons, their twisted forms dissolving into pools of gore within seconds.
Nero's voice cut through the chaos, his frustration was evident as he pointed accusingly at the transformed Devil Hunter. "Hey, you asshole!" he yelled, his voice filled with pent-up anger. "Don't think I'll let you have all the fun!"
Dante, his demonic form still emanating raw power, turned his glowing gaze towards Nero, his eyes burning with intensity. Emitting a low growl, he conveyed a warning that needed no words.
Nero's defiance remained unwavering as he fearlessly flipped off the growling demon. "Oh, what are you gonna do, you big softy? Bite my head off?"
As the tension between them crackled in the air, Dante's transformation began to recede. The lava-like energy dissipated, the fiery wings folded back into his body, and his features returned to their human state. The steaming air gradually calmed, leaving Dante standing before Nero in his familiar form, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.
He looked at his nephew, amusement dancing in his eyes. "I was just clearing the way," he said, gesturing invitingly to a path that led deeper into the grotesque landscape of the island. "And let's save the head-biting for later, shall we?" Dante added with a wink, his voice carrying a hint of a threat.
Observing the exchange, Trish interjected with a calm voice, her words carrying a sense of urgency. "We need to stay focused, now more than ever. The veil between realms is thinnest at the center of the island."
Lady, shouldering the weight of her weapon, Kalina Ann, took the lead with determined strides. Her eyes were fixed on the path ahead, a fierce determination in her gaze. "Then let's not waste any more time. We need to keep moving," she declared. Trish, fueled by the same sense of purpose, followed closely behind Lady, her steps quick and eager.
Dante, his carefree nature undeterred even in the face of danger, shook his head with a grin. "These women are even more impatient than I am. I like it," he remarked.
With Nero at his side, the demon hunter followed the confident steps of the two huntresses, navigating through the grotesque and otherworldly landscape that seemed to twist and writhe with malicious intent.
Nero hesitated for a moment, his voice betraying a hint of uncertainty. "Dante," he began, carefully choosing his words. "Do you think... do you think this is Vergil's doing?"
Dante's expression turned solemn, his gaze fixed on the path ahead as they navigated through the twisted and eerie surroundings, ducking under gnarled branches and avoiding bloody puddles. Memories of past encounters with Vergil flooded his mind, each one a painful reminder of the lies and deceptions that had plagued their relationship.
"Maybe," he finally conceded, his voice carrying a hint of bitterness. The weight of their shared history pressed on his shoulders, a burden of conflicting emotions about his twin he both loved and despised. But in the midst of their mission, all he could do was keep moving forward.
And If this truly was Vergil's doing, Dante vowed to make this their final confrontation.
"Shit," Nero hissed, his hands clenched into tight fists and his expression resolute, determined not to let his inner turmoil show. The thought of his old man potentially being their enemy once again weighed heavily on him, but he refused to let it break his resolve.
A heavy hand landed on Nero's shoulder, and he looked up to see his uncle's encouraging face. "Whatever happens out here, kid. I got your back," Dante reassured him, his voice filled with a rare sincerity. Nero nodded, a flicker of gratitude in his eyes. Together, the two men quickened their steps.
As they left the narrow, muddy path behind and stepped back onto solid ground, they found themselves in a vast foreyard, the air heavy with the scent of decay and sulfur. The atmosphere flickered with otherworldly energy as if the very fabric of reality trembled under the weight of the underworld's intrusion.
In the distance, shadows danced and writhed as if beckoned by the weakened veil. Demonic creatures pressed against the barrier, their monstrous forms straining to breach the tenuous divide between worlds. Their roars and snarls echoed through the air, a chilling reminder of the imminent threat they posed.
The ground beneath their feet was treacherous, jagged stones protruding from the earth like the teeth of a lurking beast. Cracks and fissures marred the once smooth surface, symbolizing the fractures in the very foundation of reality. Each step carried an eerie sense of instability, as if the ground itself mirrored the tumultuous state of its surroundings.
Not far away, the once-grandeur of the castle had faded into a haunting silhouette, its walls crumbling. Pale, thorn-littered plants crept into the cracks, holding the structure in an iron grip.
The eerie glow of pulsating red moss cast an otherworldly hue upon the scene, amplifying the sense of unease. The moss clung to the deformed rocks like an infection, throbbing with an unnatural rhythm. It seemed to pulse in sync with the chaotic energy permeating the air, adding an unsettling cadence to the surroundings.
The ruins of a collapsed tower stood as a grim reminder of the castle's tumultuous past. Its skeletal remains jutted out of the ground, like the bony fingers of a long-forgotten giant, reaching toward the darkened sky. Broken stones and shattered fragments littered the foreyard, a haunting mosaic of destruction.
In the midst of the horror, Lady and Trish fought valiantly against the horde of demons pouring out from small rips in the thinning veil. Lady's Kalina Ann unleashed fiery explosions, ripping through the ranks of enemies, while Trish's lightning-infused attacks crackled through the air, electrifying her foes. Their movements were fluid and coordinated, a result of their years of experience as demon hunters.
"Holy shit," cursed Nero, his voice laced with a mix of awe and disgust as he surveyed the chaotic battlefield. The scent of burning flesh filled the air, adding to the grim atmosphere. Nero's eyes narrowed, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword.
Dante, ever the seeker of adventure, flashed Nero a cocky grin, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Come on, kid, time for some fun," he teased, his voice brimming with excitement. Nero's heart raced with adrenaline as his Devil Bringer responded to the call, its blue glow illuminating the dark and desolate battlefield. Pulling the Red Queen from his back, Nero mirrored Dante's grin. "Yeah, let's play," he declared, his voice filled with a fierce determination and a youthful spirit. Together, they stepped forward, ready for battle.
Lady, her gaze sharp and focused, had taken refuge on the ruins of the collapsed tower, picking off demons attempting to climb the wreckage. Her shots rang out, the sound of gunfire blending with the chaos of battle. In the midst of the relentless onslaught, she called out to Trish, her voice cutting through the noise.
"Trish, we need to find a way to strengthen the barrier! It's barely holding them back!" Lady's urgency was evident as she surveyed the relentless tide of demons.
Trish, her eyes glowing with demonic energy, nodded in agreement. She summoned her electric powers, sparks dancing around her fingertips. "I know! Just let me think!" With a swift movement, she darted toward the crumbling barrier, her electric powers crackling around her.
Another fissure appeared in the weakening veil, a tear that exposed glimpses of the dark and twisted realm beyond. The fraying of the barrier threatened to unleash even greater horrors upon the already beleaguered island.
Nero let the engine of his trusty sword howl, the blade slicing through the air with a menacing hiss. As demons lunged at him, he danced with deadly precision, his sword carving through their flesh with ruthless efficiency. Blood sprayed in crimson arcs, their bodies yielding to the aggression of his attacks. Nero's face twisted into a grimace of determination, his demonically enhanced strength allowing him to overpower his adversaries with brutal force.
"Fucking hell!" Nero shouted, his voice barely audible over the screams of demons. Blood and sweat covered his face as he wiped it off with a frustrated growl. In one swift motion, he drew his revolver, firing a precise shot that struck down a demon that tried to jump him.
Dante's grin didn't waver, but his eyes burned with unyielding resolve. He deflected a demon's strike with a swift motion, sending it tumbling to the ground in a spray of blood. "Kid, we've faced worse odds before," he called back, his voice laced with confidence. "We've always found a way. And this time won't be any different."
Then the ground began to shake.
A giant demon pressed its massive form against the veil, its monstrous visage resembling that of a minotaur twisted by demonic corruption. Towering horns protruded from its skull, spiraling upward with menacing intent. Its eyes glowed with malevolent crimson light, radiating a primal fury that shook the very air around it.
"Dante!" Trish's voice rang out, a mixture of urgency and determination, as she poured her demonic energy into reinforcing the weakening barrier. Her eyes blazed with intensity as she focused her power, a desperate attempt to hold back the encroaching darkness.
The Demon Hunter's smile faded as he turned his gaze toward the colossal creature. Muscles rippled beneath its matted fur, and its eyes burned with an insatiable hunger for destruction. With every ferocious swipe of its claws, the fabric of reality seemed to tremble, threatening to rupture under the strain.
"Not good," Dante muttered, his body drenched in the blood of fallen demons, his breath heavy with exertion. The weariness in his voice hinted at the immense toll the battle had taken on him.
As if the situation couldn't get any worse, the sight of more of these monstrous beings emerging from behind the faltering barrier sent a chill down their spines. The air was filled with the sound of growls and the scraping of claws against the border as if the demons themselves were desperate to break free from their prison and wreak havoc upon the world.
Dante's eyes darted over the battlefield, his gaze shifting between Nero, who fought valiantly against multiple demons despite his exhaustion, and Lady, perched atop a few ruins, unleashing devastating firepower upon any foe that dared to approach. They were battered and bloodied, their stamina waning, but their determination remained unwavering.
Relief washed over Dante as he saw his comrades still standing, but he knew their strength was slowly dwindling. He had to resist the urge to rush to their aid, knowing that his presence was needed elsewhere.
"Trish!" Lady's panicked voice echoed through the chaos, catching Dante's attention. He whipped his head around, his instincts honed to respond to danger.
Lizard-like demons, their sinewy bodies slithering with unnatural grace, crept closer to the blonde huntress. Trish's attention was consumed by her desperate efforts to hold the crumbling veil together, leaving her vulnerable and unaware of the impending danger closing in around her.
Dante's instincts surged to life, his body ready to spring into action and intercept the imminent threat. But before he could take a single step, a familiar demonic aura pulsed through the air, freezing him in his tracks. Time seemed to slow as two shadowy figures streaked past his head, their movements a blur of lethal precision.
In a flurry of savage ferocity, the shadows descended upon the unsuspecting demons, their razor-sharp claws tearing through scaly flesh with brutal efficiency. The air was filled with the sickening sounds of rending flesh and bone as the creatures met their demise. The jaws of the assailants closed around the demons, ripping them apart with an unnerving ease.
As the battle raged on, the shadows began to take form, revealing their true nature as two massive wolves. With each swift and merciless attack, the wolves tore through their prey, leaving no room for mercy. The air reverberated with the savage sounds of tearing flesh and agonized screeches as the wolves ruthlessly ripped their enemies apart.
Growling protectively, the wolves stood steadfastly at Trish's side, their powerful forms exuding an aura of raw strength. Blood dripped from their snarling jaws. Their black fur was a stark contrast against the mesmerizing blue patterns that adorned them. Their vibrant glow pulsated with demonic energy, amplifying the intensity of their presence.
"What the hell?" Dante wondered aloud; his voice filled with a mixture of surprise and anticipation. But before he could delve deeper into his thoughts, he felt it. The unmistakable surge of a familiar aura, stronger than before, coursing through the air. His instincts kicked in, and Dante swiftly pivoted on his heel, fully aware of what he would witness even before laying eyes upon it.
The air flickered with a mesmerizing blue hue, rippling with raw energy. Before his eyes, a portal materialized, its form and energy strikingly familiar. Dante's heart skipped a beat as he recognized the telltale signs, his instincts confirming what his mind already knew.
Vergil.
Dante's twin emerged from the portal, his gaze and posture self-assured and cold. His face and attire were smeared with dirt and blood. As his eyes met Dante's, he came to a halt, and the two brothers locked eyes in a moment of silent intensity. Vergil's stoic facade wavered for a brief instant, a hint of something softer in his eyes. But it vanished as quickly as it appeared, replaced by a steely resolve.
With a burst of intensity, a figure emerged from behind Vergil, their form cloaked in ancient garments. A gleaming sword, reminiscent of a saber, protruded from beneath the folds of the cloak. The sound of a revving engine echoed through the battlefield, cutting through the chaos as the figure swiftly charged toward Nero, cleaving an attacking demon in half with a single swift motion.
Nero's eyes widened in surprise as he witnessed the arrival of the unknown figure. His grip tightened around the hilt of his Red Queen, his mind racing to process the sudden turn of events. But then his usual cockiness shimmered through: "Fuck you, this was my kill!"
The mysterious figure let out a soft laugh, their voice unmistakably feminine. She tilted her head slightly, revealing a pair of amber-colored eyes filled with amusement. "Nice sword," she commented, a gentle smile on her lips. But the moment was fleeting, as she disappeared just as quickly as she had appeared, leaving a bewildered Nero in her wake.
The stranger fought ferociously, her saber cutting through demon flesh with relentless fury. Limbs were severed, heads rolled, and blood splattered as she unleashed a torrent of violence upon her adversaries. The air resonated with the screams of dying demons and the sickening sound of flesh being rent apart. The mysterious figure's laughter echoed through the chaos, carrying a hint of sadistic pleasure.
Dante couldn't tear his gaze away from the stranger's savage display of power. His curiosity was piqued. "Who is that charming friend of yours?" he joked, throwing his brother a grin.
"Later," Vergil said curtly, his voice brooking no argument. "Time is of the essence. We must close the veil."
Just as their attention turned to Trish, a deafening, tearing sound ripped through the air. Trish cried out in desperation, her body wracked with electrical currents as she fought to maintain the failing barrier. Lightning crackled around her, illuminating her anguished face.
The colossal head of the minotaur crashed through the barrier, its monstrous visage looming above them. The ground quaked beneath the weight of its presence, and its bellowing roar sent tremors through the air.
The twin brothers wasted no time, their transformation into formidable demon forms completing instantly. With a surge of power, they lunged toward the edges of the barrier, their claws sinking deep into the energy field. The barrier sizzled and sparked in protest, tendrils of smoke rising as it strained against their combined strength. The scent of burning flesh mingled with the acrid stench of demonic energy.
On the ground of the failing barrier, the majestic wolves continued their fierce defense, snarling and delivering vicious bites that kept the lesser demons at bay.
Trish, though weakened and trembling, held on with fierce determination. Her body pulsated with raw energy as she channeled every ounce of her strength into maintaining the barrier. Gritting her teeth, she fought against the overwhelming pressure.
Driven into a corner amidst the moss-covered rocks, Nero fought ferociously against the overwhelming horde of demons. Curses escaped his lips as he extended his Devil Bringer, seizing a Pyro bat in his grasp. With a yell, he forcefully slammed the monster into the ground, causing its grotesque bat-like body to writhe and screech in agony. The impact shattered bones and ruptured organs.
Instinctively, the hunter shielded his face, anticipating the imminent explosion. A split second later, glowing molten lava erupted from the disintegrating creature, engulfing the nearby demons in a blazing inferno. Their agonized screams filled the air, mingling with the sickening stench of burning flesh.
Nero stood proudly amidst the carnage, grinning down at the charred remnants. "Voila, extra crispy," he joked, his voice laced with a mixture of satisfaction and dark humor.
However, his victorious moment was abruptly shattered by the thunderous roar emanating from the giant's skull protruding from the portal. The resounding sound drew his attention, and his gaze locked onto the demonic form of his father, Vergil. A mix of conflicting emotions surged within Nero's chest - surprise, confusion, anger, and a lingering glimmer of relief.
"I can't believe it; that bastard is still alive," he growled.
Without a second thought, he propelled himself forward, his body consumed by a surge of adrenaline. With each step, his own transformation ignited, granting him the strength and speed needed to traverse the remaining distance toward the barrier. With a primal roar, Nero drove his claws into the rim of the barrier, joining forces with Dante and Vergil. The combined strength of the three demon hunters intensified, their grip on the border unyielding. Sparks flew as their demonic energy intermingled, reinforcing the fragile weave of the barrier.
Nero gritted his teeth, his muscles straining against the powerful forces at play. The sensation of the barrier crackling beneath his fingertips sent shivers down his spine, but he refused to let go. The pain served as a reminder of the imminent danger, fueling his determination to prevent the minotaur from breaking through.
The barrier vibrated under the strain, threatening to buckle under the relentless assault. But with each passing moment, the trio's efforts held firm, stemming the tide of darkness and keeping the breach contained.
From her elevated position, Lady held her trusty rocket launcher in her hands. She peered through the scope, her gaze fixated on the monstrosity before her. "Gosh, you're ugly," the huntress muttered, wrinkling her nose in disgust. With a mischievous grin, she aimed for the minotaur's giant face and quipped, "Here, let me give you a nose job," before pulling the trigger. "On the house."
The rocket soared through the air, trailing a fiery streak in its wake. It struck the minotaur with a thunderous explosion, engulfing the beast in a maelstrom of flames and debris. The ground trembled under the force of the impact, and the minotaur howled in agony.
The cloaked warrior plowed through the horde of demons. She leaped onto the back of a larger creature, using it as a makeshift stepping stone. With a thunderous roar, the engine of her sword revving to its limit, she sent her saber hurtling towards the giant, slicing through its eyes with deadly precision.
It tore through the minotaur's flesh like a hot knife through butter, leaving a trail of gushing blood in its wake. The creature bellowed in agony, its massive form stumbling backward under the sheer force of the attack.
The warrior landed gracefully, her boots skidding across the ground as she regained her balance. She barely managed to catch her now blood-soaked sword, the weight of the battle evident in her weary eyes.
Finally, the monstrous creature stumbled backward, its massive head retreating behind the barrier again. The immediate threat was temporarily repelled, but time was running out.
"Now!" Trish's voice reverberated with urgency as she summoned her last reserves of strength to close the broken veil. Dante, Vergil, and Nero joined her in a unified effort, their roars of determination echoing through the battlefield. With every ounce of their demonic power, they strained against the barrier, their hands gripping its edges tightly.
Slowly but surely, the hole in the barrier began to shrink. The fabric of reality knitted itself back together, piece by piece, as the combined force of the three warriors repaired the breach. Sparks of energy crackled and surged as the barrier regained strength, pushing back the encroaching darkness.
The air hummed with an electrifying intensity, and the ground beneath them trembled as the barrier sealed shut. The broken veil was restored, again separating the realms and safeguarding the human world from the horrors that lurked beyond.
Exhausted and trembling, Trish sank to her knees, her muscles twitching from the strain. She had pushed herself to the limit with her magic, and her body now protested against the exertion.
Nero's demonic form faded, and his Devil Bringer dissipated, leaving him breathless and drained. The young hunter collapsed onto the ground, his arms outstretched, his palms still burned from the dangerous energy of the barrier.
Dante and Vergil, too, felt the weight of their efforts. They stood side by side, their breaths ragged.
The Warriors took a moment to catch their breath as the dust settled. The battlefield was littered with the remnants of their battle, the scars of their struggle evident in the scorched earth and broken debris.
A weary smile curved on Dante's lips as he raised his fist in camaraderie. Vergil, breathing heavily, cast a sidelong glance at Dante's extended hand, rolling his eyes before extending his own fist to meet his brother's, sealing their bond with a resounding fist bump.
In that simple yet profound gesture, their unspoken connection was reaffirmed. The rivalry and animosity that had defined their relationship for so long found solace in mutual respect and understanding.
From a distance, Lady rushed forward, her expression etched with worry. Her footsteps echoed in the aftermath of the fierce battle as she closed the distance between herself and the group. She was eager to rush to her friend's aid, but Dante shook his head, cautioning her, "Don't touch her yet, or you'll get zapped."
The huntress hesitated but crouched down beside her friend, watching her. Trish slowly raised her head, pale in the face, but she smiled, a smile that Lady returned.
As the unknown woman approached the group, her saber still in hand and her cloak drenched in blood, an air of determination surrounded her. Vergil, ever vigilant, quickly positioned himself in her path, creating a barrier between her and her intended target. Despite the weariness evident in her heavy breathing, her unwavering gaze remained fixed on Nero. With each step she took, her body swayed under the weight of exhaustion, but Vergil's firm grip prevented her from reaching her destination.
"Is that him?" she asked, her voice filled with exhaustion, her body struggling to remain upright.
"Not now," Vergil responded, his tone as cold and unyielding as ever. She shot him an angry stare. The tension between them was palpable, a clash of wills unspoken yet deeply felt.
As the weight of her weariness became too much to bear, the woman's eyes rolled back in her head, and she collapsed, her body succumbing to overwhelming exhaustion. With an irritated sigh, Vergil swiftly stepped forward, extending his arm to catch her before she hit the unforgiving ground. She hung limply over his arm, her weight supported by his firm grip. Though his actions lacked tenderness, there was an unspoken acknowledgment of the need for assistance as he held her in place.
Dante's face broke into a mischievous grin, finding amusement in Vergil's unexpected display of care, even if it was accompanied by his characteristic reluctance.
"Well, well, looks like there are hot babes in hell after all," Dante joked, a mischievous grin on his face. He knew his comment would likely earn him a scathing glare from Vergil, but he couldn't resist injecting some humor into the tense atmosphere.
His older brother clicked his tongue in annoyance.
With a measured release, Vergil loosened his grip on the woman's body, allowing her limp form to sink slowly to the ground. He took a deep breath, his gaze shifting to the wolves that had gathered around him. They circled him before dissipating into smoke, their wisps slowly wafting up Virgil's arm and disappearing beneath his sleeve.
Having fought his way back to his feet, Nero watched the scene unfold with curiosity and admiration. His eyes met Vergil's, and an unspoken understanding passed between them in that silent exchange. The older man nodded in acknowledgment, a subtle gesture of respect.
Crossing his arms over his chest, Nero redirected his gaze to the side, a small smile of relief tugging at the corners of his lips.
"Hey, can we finally get out of here?" Lady's voice cut through the lingering tension, her words a call to action. Trish, leaning against her for support, let out a tired yawn, her weariness permeating her voice. "Oh, yes. I definitely need a nap," she chimed in; her statement met with knowing nods and a shared understanding that they had earned a moment of reprieve.
With unanimous agreement, the group began their journey back, offering support to one another along the way. Vergil shouldered the responsibility of carrying the unconscious woman, Lady's concerned yet frustrated expression fixed on him. Her mistrust of Dante's twin lingered in her tone as she demanded answers.
"Care to explain what the hell happened here?" she sneered, her gaze unwavering.
Vergil's eyes narrowed slightly, sensing the tension in the air. He took a moment to gather his thoughts before responding, his voice steady but tinged with weariness.
"I will explain everything," he replied, his words carrying the weight of authority. "But not here."
Lady's skepticism remained, but she nodded in reluctant agreement.
With the promise of explanations yet to come, the group continued on their way, determined to leave this cursed place behind. Dante wrapped an arm around Nero's shoulder, his grip filled with both camaraderie and reassurance.
"See, now you know why I hate this place," he joked, a big grin on his lips. "Let's go home, kid."
Nero couldn't help but crack a smile at his uncle's words. Together, they walked away from the remnants of Mallet Island, their steps filled with purpose and the anticipation of returning to the comforts of home.
Finally, I've completed it. I had made a promise to myself to remain patient, but unfortunately, impatience got the best of me. Shame on me. ;)
Despite that, I do have a preference for longer chapters now, and I hope you feel the same way. In this particular chapter, I ventured into some darker territory, tapping into gory elements to satisfy my craving for some bloodshed.
And yes, as requested, you'll meet the mom. I just hope she lives up to your expectations and doesn't disappoint.
By the way, I simply adore my sweet and affectionate Nero, the mischievous little demon-puppy with his occasional bursts of aggression. X3
See ya,
-J.