Two thousand years ago, the Lord of the Underworld, Mundus, opened the gates of Hell, sending forth his army of bloodthirsty followers to go into the foreign world of humans, intending to devour and enslave the beings of weak flesh and blood.
At first glance, Mundus strongly believed that he earned himself a rather uneventful victory. After all, it wasn't as if mankind had the strength or tools to stand their ground against an army of murderous beasts.
Hopelessness and despair gripped the hearts of all.
But the demise of mankind would never be able to come to fruition when the fearsome knight from Hell, Sparda, rose his sword against Mundus and his followers.
The indescribable power of the skilled swordsdemon earned him a victory that was nigh impossible.
Once he slaughtered Mundus' army, he clashed his blade against the magical prowess of the Demon Lord.
After engaging in the most fierce duel that both demon and human alike has ever witnessed, Sparda sent Mundus back into his realm of origin, sealing him into his own prison.
From that day forth, Sparda's power and heroism earned him the name, "The Legendary Dark Knight". A title that would carry on all throughout humanity's reign.
From generation to generation, mankind would gather around and recount the tale of the Legendary Dark Knight to their spawn, describing how one demon of a righteous heart single-handedly destroyed the armies of Hell that prevented humanity from meeting their demise.
But as time kept on running its course, the impact Sparda made all those millennia ago was eventually written off as a fantasy to the eyes of those who didn't believe in such outlandish tales.
Though the world would soon remember that their savior and champion was still around, raising his sword to protect mankind from the evils of the Underworld.
However, it wasn't going to be Sparda himself that'll lead the battle against the Underworld.
Instead, it was going to be someone else. Someone the Legendary Dark Knight has chosen to carry on his spirit... his legacy... and his honor...
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Capital of Illyria
March 1st, 2188
The late snow of Winter fell down from it's gray clouds in a slow, gentle grace.
Deapite the cold season getting closer and closer to it's end, the weather still managed to gift a relaxing ambience for all of the citizens of the still recovering nation to enjoy.
With the thick, slippery layers of ice gone from the surface the citizens stood on, it would be wise for all to enjoy the tranquility while it was still around. The weather could be a bit unpredictable while everyone was going on about their business.
That or an outside force was ready to define the rules God made... again.
"It is always a pleasure to have you here, your majesty."
The Princess of the Gears, Dizzy, smiled at the elderly woman who owned a wide array of tea flavors.
"Try not to think nothing much of it. I'm just here to buy your products, like any customer would do."
The small scale store owner felt her spirits rise as her wrinkled lips went up.
"Your kindness will never cease to inspire me, your majesty." The elder sent the Queen of Illyria a curt bow with a hand placed on her chest. Her aged yet youthful smile never dared to leave her face.
Dizzy laughed softly, one of her hands placed at the center of her heart. "I am grateful to hear it, miss."
Up in the skies, yellow and purple thunder appeared in the blink of an eye, commencing a fierce duel in the field of gray clouds, creating a heart stopping crash for all of Illyria to hear.
The faded irises of the elder woman instantly drifted to the sounds of the unnatural spectacle above.
"What is that?"
Turning her body, Dizzy's scarlet red eyes were focused on the battle between the purple thunder and it's yellow counterpart.
After all the destruction and misery her kingdom has went through, she knew that a terrible force was ready to make its introduction.
The matriarch of the Kiske family put down the groceries she has bought for tonight's dinner.
Utilizing the communications link the power of Magic provided, Dizzy made a direct call to her husband as a glowing set of small circles floated next to her left ear.
The signal went through with a successful beep.
["Dizzy, are you seeing what is going on outside?"] The concerned tone of the First King, Ky Kiske, greeted the ears of his wife.
Dizzy responded with a nod of her head. "I am. And so is everyone in the city."
["Are you near the area where the thunder is taking place?"]
"Yes. Do you want to leave immediately?" She inquired.
A chuckle could be heard on the receiving end of the call. ["Even if I wanted that, I know you'll choose to face a situation like this, Dizzy."]
A smile graced the lips of the matriarch. She could see the beautiful smile that was on her husband's lips.
Thunder and lighting began crashing into eachother. Yellow and purple illuminated the entire horizon, releasing deafening snap after deafening snap that caused concern and fear to grow inside the hearts of the common folk.
It was then that the two beasts of the skies combined their force into one, striking their combined power at the vast emptiness of the mesosphere, unleashing a blinding light of purple and yellow that could have been seen thousands of miles away as a small yet incredibly bright dot.
Once the flash of white was replaced by the clarity eyesight, the scarlet red eyes of the Queen were honed in to the area where the thunder struck.
Through that violent reaction of the weather, she could see a small, black dot free falling to the ground below...
Dizzy ended her call with a swipe of her finger.
Her wings broke free from their binds, expanding the dark gray and light blue feathers for the kingdom to see. Her reptilian tail extended in length, its imposing size swaying in the chill air.
The revelation of Dizzy's true form was a reminder to the world that underneath her calm and compassionate exterior, she would forever remain as Justice's one and only daughter; a child who was made to be a sentient bio weapon, inheriting a tremendous amount of destructive potential since her infancy.
But as of right now, the daughter of Justice was going to unleash her power for the safety of mankind rather than lead it to its extinction.
Her wings took her high into the spine chilling skies, leaving behind a awestruck seller and the scattered yet forceful gusts of wind.
The freezing air howled into Dizzy's ears as her wings carried her at high speeds, the snowflakes that were falling turned into white dots that scattered away from the force of the Gear Princess' power.
Unfortunately, the small fraction of Gear power she was freeing was not sufficient in getting her close to the soul that needed to be saved.
"Necro, I need your help!!"
"Understood!!"
Fire bursted from the limbs of the Gear Princess, further increasing her already high velocity.
Effortlessly ignoring the razor sharp breeze crashing against her bare face, she outstretched both of her arms, lightly grunting when her upper body felt the weight of the body landing in her arms.
Dizzy's wings toned down their power distribution, decreasing the high velocity she had to rely on just moments ago. She straightened her posture and took the chance to get a look at the person who, in a set of unexplained circumstances, got trapped in a fierce duel of lighting and thunder.
When her gaze drifted down, her view was met with the closed eye lids and slightly agape lips of a young man born with pale skin. His medium length hair was colored in the darkest shade of black that could rival the darkest nights of The Crusades.
His clothes were best described as gothic at their core: a black dress coat that covered it's equally black vest, decorated with ornate patterns that were professionally sewn with a glossy black string. Despite the dark fabric of the young man's attire, there was a bit of room for a more colorful piece to be added in as there was a royal purple turtleneck sweater tucked inside his pair of black dress pants.
But the inspection of his clothing was put on a halt when Dizzy's eyes were easily drawn on the piece of jewelry that has been clinging on the neck of its owner since the beginning...
Her eyes squinted as her eyebrows lowered. "How is this possible...?" She whispered to herself.
The piece of jewelry she was focused on was the amulet composed of nothing but platinum. It's thin chain was connected to an oval shaped frame that housed a transparent red gem that perfectly fit into the aforementioned frame.
Even though the amuelt was a piece of beautiful craftsmanship, the Gear Princess was baffled for one singular reason: the amulet was in pristine condition. There was no chips or dents anywhere on the metal or the gem. Not even a scorch mark was present.
Compared to the young owner, who had small patches of burns peppering his clothes and face, the amulet was free of any damage.
So many questions were brewing in the mind of the concerned Gear Princess. Unfortunately, she would not be able to receive the answers she wanted.
Shaking her head, she brought back her focus onto the path ahead. Right now, she had to get this young man to the nearest hospital.
As her wings took her across the icy sky in a more gentle flutter, she took one last look at the poor boy with visible concern and growing sadness in her eyes.
"Whoever you may be, please stay with us..."