And so it is written.
In the depths of the Underworld the clash of blades could be heard. From the first day's it started the demons had tried to stop the now ever eternal clash. But no matter how many times they tried to silence the perpetual grind of steel, in the end it was the demons who grew more silent after each of their own attacks.
In the steel storms center there moves around the two silver haired winds. Both wearing a coat that contrasts the other. One draped in red, wielding a sword of demonic appearance. The second dressed in blue, carrying a katana with a noble design.
They move quickly, the eye of the storm. Two blades clashing in precise blows. This dance of demonic blades coming to an end with a final mighty swing from both sides. Both brothers slide some meters away of the other.
"Who won that?" Dante panting looked up to the one in blue.
"It's a draw... again." Sheathing the Yamato, Vergil used his sword pushing himself up. Looking around listening, the brother coming to a realisation. "They seem to have stopped interrupting. For now it seems."
Stabing his own sword into the ground, Dante gave a laugh. "Well, I guess two's too much for'm. Took 'em -what?- half a year."
"About that." Vergil thought for a moment. "With our scores not progressing recently, and now this, perhaps, brief respite. Maybe a break, to think about any ways we may have at escape would be wise?"
The twin in red raises two fingers at the one in blue. "That's the second smartest thing, I've ever heard you say." Dante says, sitting down on the bear floor. "So lay't on me. What're our options?"
The Dark Slayer pondered briefly. "Well, very thin with the number of well known entry points being closed. The best of them opened by Mundus, being done in by you. Does Mallet Island ring any bells, Dante?" He askes in rhetoric.
"Boy, does it. I'd say it's job well-done, wouldn't you?" Dante answers back with a lazy grin. Contrare to his feelings on experiences. It ended on a good note at least.
Vergil sniffes imperiously. His own memories of the event patchy thanks to a certain trio's refusals to return into him. 'Fools.' He keeps a frown from encroaching upon his lip. The worst of what Vergil went through was gone thanks to them...
"Regardless," He droens on, slightly pushing the Yamato's blade from its sheath. "the fact Mundus did it, opens another option up."
The trickster quirks his brows wondering, before he realises what his brother was getting at. "Oh, no, no! I told you, "your portal opening days are over." We came over here to close 'n evil portal you made, not make another one." Dante tore his sword from the ground pointing it at his brother. "Don't make me stab you!"
Ignoring his brother's joke at the end. The man garbed in blue acknowledged the worry. "And this will only be a temporary one. Permanent ones require an anchor point to keep them stable. The one we would make should collapse after we pass through."
"I don't like it..." Dante moves his head back and forth struggling with something in his mind, before sighing. "Alright! I'm game! What do we need to open this portal of doom?"
That did get a chuckle from Vergil. "Making it is the easiest part; to reach the distance between worlds, however, it needs both our power in full... combined."
"Ok..." The Devil Hunter nods. "So all we need to do's not fight a few hours. Shouldn't be hard, right?"
So the hours passed.
What agonising hours of wait they were.
Both didn't realise to how much time passed in their boredom, yet pass it did.
They both stood ready gripping the Yamato's handle. Lifting the sword into the air they transform into their Sin Devil Trigger -their True Devil forms- channeling power through the demon sword as a red and blue aura grew. Their powers crackle through the blade, the auras combining to compress along the edge of the katana in a purple glow.
"Ready?" The devil of blue flame spoke to his brother.
"As I'll ever be!" The devil of red flame realise with an edge of excitement in turn.
"Alright." The blue devil gave a brief pause to concentrate further. "Then. NOW!"
And the Yamato's edge cut down. Space split apart. A rift was made. Both brothers made to rush forth as one, neither letting go of the grip as they cross over the gateway made.
Dante and Vergil pass through the border between worlds. The gate behind them closed, the gate infront open.
Yet... it cracks. The entire void fills with cracks. Before... it shatters, and they fall...
Through the space between space.
Dante's eyes shoot wide as cold touches his skin. The sort that would kill a normal human; luckily he's not normal.
Dark clouds spew snow out from black clouds above.
Seeing the new sky, he notices the feeling in the air is also different, though there was a thick sensation of death throughout. This isn't the Underworld, nor is it the Human World.
His heart lurches into worry. Not for himself, noooo, he's found in plenty of unfamiliar places. Dante worries for his brother. He pushes himself up quickly searching about him. Before the Devil Hunter soon settles, relaxing as he sees Virgil coming to not far away. "Whew..." Relief floods him. 'Can't go losing you, again.'
"That... did not go as planned." The Dark Slayer pushes up to stand. "It would seem we are in a place neither of us know." Vergil looks around the dark snowed in crater they found themselves in.
"Any idea what happened?" Dante asks.
Vergil thinks for a moment before nodding, withholding a sigh as he dose. "The path that had been made collapsed. Which should not have happened."
The red one hears the frustration lacing his brother's words. "Not good I take it?"
"No." Releasing the held of sigh at last. "We fell through the void between worlds. A place where nothing should be able to exist. The fact we are alive, or still existing at all for that matter, is likely only due to the fact we both held the Yamato." Vergil deciding its probably best to not go further and say what the implications for them reaching home would likely entai, now. He isn't entirely sure about said implications to begin with.
Dante nods perching his lips out. Looking about himself again then shrugging calls forth Dante -his demonic sword that is- pointing to the man in blue. "Well, spilled milk now. How about we go from where we left-off?"
Vergil stares at Dante long and hard. After short while he brandishes Yamato. "Well, I suppose this could help me vent some unnecessary stress." He shared a savage grin with his brother. "Besides, a change in scenery may help tip the results!" He went charging soon after. Dante did the same.
Thw two clash once more in full-swing. The already present blistering winds drawn inwards to the vacuum of air left in the swinging swords rapid wake. Both moving as a blure to the normal eye.
Their exchange is made to be brief, not much to their surprise.
The flash of crimson with the thirst for death is all the warning the twins got. Separating from the others sword in time to get some distance as a spear of crimson red sends debris, and snow flying as it pierces the ground leaving it a cracked web and bare of snow.
"I do not suppose you could allow room for another in your brawling." A powerful voice carries upon the wind. Snow stops, as the clouds move aside as if in honor of the queen of these lands wrapped in shadow. "I've found myself rather bored of late. The company would be nice."
Dante whistles staring at the beauty who appeared with a clack of her metal heal upon the ground sending a thin cloud of snow afloat. 'An easy ten, that figure is something divine.' The man in red gave his damn best Sean Connery impression, "Why hello, there."
"Hello." Her response was given with raised brows. She doesn't quite grasp his joke, yet the warrior queen wasn't so blind to flirting. It reminds her of day's long passed her now. "I am Scáthach."
He only wiggles brows in kind to the woman at that. "Dante."
Scáthach looked to the other brother who rubs his own brow in exasperation at Dante, and he responds. "Vergil. Just... don't fall behind."
She humphs. "I do not plan to." Two spears of crimson appear in her hands. One appearing in the air just behind Scáthach, followed by another, and another and another... and another; until a great crimson wall hung behind the Queen of the Lands of Shadow.
Vergil's eyes narrow while he adjusted his jaw about as he summons his Mirage Blades in the air behind him. The spectral swords stop short, irritatingly; and he clicks his tongue, noting an area for improvement to train at a later time.
Dante simply shrugs swinging his demon sword a few times followed by the numerous lesser blades of flame of his Sword Formation, that vanish as he set himself in his own stance. Ready to be called upon along with his Devil Arms.
No one decides to make a move. Each watching the other.
Until, Dante's boredom grew too much to bare. "LET'S ROCK!" And he makes the first move, the two others join soon after.
So it was that the storm of clashing swords became a hurricane of crimson rain, spectral hail, and flaming tornadoes.
Scáthach would admit she may have gotten somewhat carried away. Staring down at the two unconscious forms she sighs contently. It had been a nice spar. And judging by the red one's -Dante, she remembers- smile, it seems he enjoyed it as well. 'Quite the jester, he is.' He kept flirting throughout the whole exchange. Much to the other one's obvious embarrassment.
Speaking of the blue one, -Vergil, that is,- the queen found it quite amusing when he tried hard to remain on the cusp of consciousness. Trying to stand proudly and boldly stating, "I can still fight." Only to be knocked out by her heel slaming into his head's side quickly a moment later. Clearly he couldn't fight any more if he had grown so sluggish. 'A stubborn man.' And one that didn't like losing at that.
Originally, she had just been observing them out of quriosity for who had entered/crashed into the Lands of Shadow without going through the gate. To Scáthach's interest they both immediately began sparring the moment they got their bearings together. After watching a brief exchange she grew impatient/excited and decided to just joined in.
A pleasure knowing they can take such arduous training and still live. Their demonic forms another pleasant surprise, it was nothing the God-slayer couldn't solve.
She likes the both of them, honestly.
Scáthach nods to herself and moves to pick the twins up. Of course, dismissing the countless crimson spears puncturing the two before hand. Throwing the two, one over the other, both like a sack of potatoes over on her shoulder.
Her decision made final.
The Witch of Dún Scáith walked home to her castle smiling at the thought of having two knew pupils after so many long years spent in haunted halls.
She couldn't wait.
Don't expect consistency. This is semi-pland in my head. Just for fun.