[City Ruins]
A peak into the sunlight and Dante already regretted waking up. After adjusting with the brightness did he process the last thing he could remember. The sinister cackles of the Dark Prince flooded his thoughts, setting him on high alert. Whipping out the Rebellion the devil hunter scanned the environment for Mundus. The Devil King's overwhelming power couldn't be sensed but he stayed weary. It could be a trick for all he knows. Something snapped behind him and Dante threw his sword at his potential attacker. Squeals unlike the ghoulish tone of demons hit the air. A boar sharing the size of a damn truck fell dead.
Nothing else tried to attack him. The grass wasn't trying to sink him down, nothing tried to stab him in the back, and he couldn't sense anything demonic coming from the animal. It lied lifelessly on the ground much like any ordinary pig would after receiving a flying sword to the neck.
"A demon that size would've ate that like breakfast. Yup, I'm back home." He took a glimpse at his surroundings this time taking it in. Overgrown grassy fields, trees in or around buildings, broken highways, and strips of streets.
"Close enough."
The Temen-Ni-Gru may have done a number on Redgrave but at least it didn't look like a ghost town.
"Sorry porky."
Dante took back his weapon from the fresh carcass. In doing so he noticed something off about the man-made structures. Come to think of it these buildings were missing windows. Not some here or there but all of them. Dante investigated the matter and what he saw inside is more confusing. No traces of furniture, decor, shit the doors too. That didn't make sense, even if the place got ransacked looters can't take everything. Shelves, counters, and fireplaces would still be here structurally but nope these floor, walls, and ceilings were smooth. Did the contractors had zero blueprints and short deadlines? Dante searched the next block over, only thing different was the second floor got blown up leaving a pile of rubble. He tried one more time and unsurprisingly found no change.
It's like the town got built without an identity.
"Where the hell did Mundus send me?" Dante scratched at his head.
Something's wrong with the wild life too, like the boar the animals had gotten a massive growth spurt. Casually sharing the size of cars. The devil hunter can bet a dime that a moose here can feed a family for weeks. If only they had animals like this in Redgrave than maybe the toppings on his food wouldn't be so damn expensive. Maybe he should take his latest kill and drag it back home to save on money. The idea fell flat since he didn't even know how far Redgrave is.
Nothing else to consider Dante took a stroll deeper into the city. A couple of minutes passed and the same, mundane scenery met him. Being born half-demon granted him access to powers no ordinary human can attain, one being the detection of warm-blooded creatures. Demons were predators at heart and had special senses for seeking out prey. Although given Dante's unique heritage he controlled that urge and didn't have to worry about snacking on humans every lunch break. Instead he utilized the sixth sense for snooping out potential threats. In this case he closed his eyes and taking a deep breath searched for any nearby signs of human life.
Nothing but the life forces of animals.
No sign of anybody around, including Vergil.
'Great. Not even my asshole of a brother is here. Can't say if that's a good or bad thing.'
Fishing through his pockets revealed a silver embroidered amulet. A chain hung around the edges serving as a necklace. Sentimental but also an important item to achieving ultimate power. Placing the precious heirloom over his neck Dante wracked his brain for answers about the events prior.
The Temen-Ni-Gru served as the main entryway between realms and the only way to open it was by awakening the Sparda. In order to do so the Force Edge must be fused with the keys in the form of amulets. You can guess what amulets we're talking about. The task was achieved not by Vergil but his former partner who helped in the tower's resurrection. It took the combined effort from the Sons of Sparda to take Arkham down, with it came separation of the amulets. The bridge between realms couldn't exist without it. With the force of the tower and Mundus being thrown off his game, the spell he casted might've not been complete and therefore affected him differently than intended. Teleporting the youngest twin to a different part of the human realm.
Or maybe it was part of Mundus' plan to kill Dante by trapping him in a place where absolutely nothing happens. In other words kill Dante with his greatest enemy, Boredom. If so than Mundus was a clever son of a bitch. Of course this was Dante trying to connect the dots the best he could, going against the usual motto of going with the flow. He grunted. Demonic sorcery worked in many stupid ways and a topic way too complicated for his brain. The important part is that he's back on earth.
New mission: Return to Redgrave City.
"Don't charge me when I show up late Lady." Said person was someone he encountered in the Temen-Ni-Gru. Her weapon was currently in his possession and he bet she wouldn't be too happy if the trip took 4-5 business days.
Dante turned the corner. Out in the open were what looked to be oversized children toys. Their heads were all circular with yellow eyes. They had no necks, instead having spheres plopped on cylinder torsos that sprouted thin metal arms with claws and little flat feet. Some hopped around, others walked but their design made it a slow progress, a few just stood and gazed into nothingness. Age was apparent with rust covering a good portion of them and the squeaky sounds the joints made only drove that point home. Usually people would take a more careful approach, their motives were unknown including the chance of hostility. Maybe if Dante was 4 he would be scared.
Having no fear Dante walked closer to the strange robots and half-expected the area to be closed off by a magical barrier. It was the indication of an demonic ambush but nothing happened.
"Yo tin can. Ya hear me?" Dante spoke. It's flickering yellow eyes didn't budge. It really did look like something his infant would've chewed on. His mother always went crazy when it came to his antics.
Repeating the question to the machine and the thing still didn't budge. Did it have dead batteries? He nonchalantly kicked it to be sure. The toy fell dumbly. He sighed, should've known they were dumb as rocks.
A small buzz emanated from the machine. It hopped back up in one stiff motion and recognized him walking away.
Scanning…
Scanning Complete.
Results:
Power Core: Not detected.
Black Box: Not detected.
Android Type: Unknown.
Conclusion: Hair indicates 50% chance of YoRHa android. Other factors indicates 50% chance of Resistance android. Require more information to identify individual.
"Annnnnnnnn…..ddddddroid?" Stopping dead in his tracks Dante glanced at the goofball. The lack of features made it difficult to know it's intentions. Than again he was far from shivering in his boots.
"Looks like I found the on switch."
The robot hopped it's little way over. "An…droid?"
'Android?' Dante mentally repeated. Didn't sound like a demon. It did sound familiar to some old movies he's watched but that's really it.
"It's Dante cueball." The machine took a moment to respond.
"Not…android?"
"I'm not. It's Dante."
"Daaaaaaaannnn….taaaaaeeee?" The voice is irritating on his ears.
"No, not dantae. Dante: D-A-N-T-E." He emphasized wanting this dumb robot to at the very least get his name right.
"Dan….teee?"
"Yeah there yo-"
"D…"
"A…"
"N…"
"T…"
"E."
Was this really it? To be stuck in a land with dumb oversized toys for company? Mundus is more cunning than he thought.
"DANTE!"
The devil hunter shifted his gaze to his surroundings. All the scattered machines have grouped together in a swarm. In a matter of a minute he's managed to capture their attention and he didn't even do anything crazy.
"Ladies and gentle robots, I'm glad a stud such as myself has gotten your attention but I need a few pointers to Redgrave City. You might've heard of it. Looks way better than this shitty place and has the finest sundaes that'll make your taste buds pop."
"DANTE!" The machines repeated. Completely ignoring him and assaulting his ears with equal horrible speech.
"That's me but-"
"DANTE!"
"ENOUGH ALREAD-"
"DANTE!"
Dante reached for his holster and grabbed one of his pistols. He fired away at the unit he'd approached, littering it in bullet holes. When it hit the floor the chanting had stopped.
Docile yellow eyes changed to a dangerous red.
"Kill." A machine said.
"Kill!" Another repeated.
"KILL!" All of them responded.
Dante smiled. He was a man who enjoyed his work, that being hunting and slaying demons but in this case it would be tin-cans. Well he didn't mind a new face, that's where things could get really crazy. Whipping out his other gun Dante aimed his modified black and white 1911's. A special pair of handguns made with decorative portraits and unique engravings. Modified and tailored for his crazy trigger finger.
"Not so funny now. Is it?"
"KILL!"
Dante laughed. Readying Ebony and Ivory for a showdown. "Let's dance."
Bursts of bullets left the chambers. Sparks grazing into the machine's body armor and leaving indents for another bullet to dig into. Getting inside the exterior Dante's rounds had no problem damaging the vulnerable insides of his metallic foes. Knocking down the first set of machines with holes. Since Dante was more than a mere human it meant that he can eliminate a frustrating problem for gunslingers. That being the need to reload, he can apply some of his demon power to replicate an endless supply of ammunition. Meaning he can fire away for as much as he wants.
After lighting up the first wave of hostiles Dante caught sight of machines approaching him at the front and left. Facing Ebony to the ones in sight he held onto the trigger activating the pistol's special charge mechanic. Letting go resulted in a strong round that placed a huge hole into the machine's head. Moving his other arm behind his back he fired Ivory's unique rapid fire. Rounds came out like an actual semi-auto, allowing him to shoot the soda cans faster with more bite. He would switch hand positions, creating a safe zone for himself. The units failed to power through his marksmanship, Ebony left fatal damage and Ivory stacked up the body count. Once he dealt with that Dante found his entire person encased in a shadow, rolling to the side a machine landed on it's flat romp. The gesture to flatten him like a pancake was kindly returned with a kick. Pinning it by boot the devil hunter decorated the machine with a snowman's mouth.
"That look suits you. Why don't you show your friends?" Dante sent it flying, crashing into a couple others. He struck gold because the machine self-combusted into a huge ball of fire. In his defense against the stubbies he couldn't help himself to find some entertainment. Running faster than they could reach him, jumping at farther heights, and using them as shields to his own benefit. The crowd couldn't touch him. This is a game of cat and mouse if that mouse was on steroids and a master of marksmanship. Dante came in between the machines and blasted them all to hell. Creating fumes of smoke with him bursting out the sky sending bullets everywhere.
"WOOHOO!"
Units from the surrounding buildings came upon the devil hunter's carnage. These machines are different from the smaller stubbies. Opposed to the ones that barely reached Dante's mid section they matched if not surpassed his tall frame. They had a longer torso and their limbs were more akin to humans. The medium bipeds watched the devil hunter pick off the smaller units like nothing.
"KILL!" They went to join the fray.
Dante had just got done disposing of the last stubby when he saw the bigger and more humanoid units approaching. They had greater speed. A good number of them jumped in the air. All of them punched the ground, leaving heavy holes in the dirt. The devil hunter was impressed, they're better than the small fries.
"Those your little siblings or something? Don't worry I took care of the problem for the both of us." Dante dodged another hook the medium biped sent. He got into the path of another and evaded a kick. Only for him to roll out of the way from another machine. They were surrounding him on all ends, slowly eating up space. The sight of the devil hunter became lost as the machines trapped him with no way out.
The bipeds received powerful blasts from his dandy double-barrel shotgun, knocking them to the ground. Dante twirled the deadly firearm around his body like nunchucks. A trick only someone crazy and daring as him would do and come out unscathed. Each machine was left with a noticeable mess in their plating. He jumped, allowing some charging bipeds to bounce off each other in a daze. The machines were tougher than their rustic look but against a devil hunter? From above Dante aimed his firearm this time going intentionally overboard, applying a portion of his demonic power into the shells. A red aura encapsulated his shotgun and pressed the trigger. Dante landed in front of the smoldering fire. Taking the time to blow off the smoke trailing off his muzzle as a bigger machine made it's entrance.
It towered over him, reaching a height akin to Temen-Ni-Gru's gatekeeper Beowulf. Large bulky arms with sliders sticking out the end were comprised of multiple machine heads. It stuck to a long chassis, heads also sprouted from the bottom. The boosters in the back explaining it's sudden appearance. For the legs nothing was special about it aside from it being skinny. The sheer size of it was intimidating, no doubt people would run away from it's presence. Dante however found it hilarious that plopped right on top of the torso was a small machine head.
"Buddy go back to the drawing board. You look ridiculous."
The heads of the goliath biped stared him down. It's boosters powered up, lifting the unit off the ground. Dust blew across the area, shutting the devil hunter up. The boosters pushed it towards Dante in a concerning speed. A huge dust cloud erupted, masking the entire proximity. Moments later the cloud settled revealing the goliath biped had missed its target. Nearby Dante stood. In his hands was his most unorthodox possession out of his inventory, a wicked purple guitar fit for a rockstar. You may call him stupid for deciding to pull out an instrument during a battle. On the contrary this was no ordinary guitar, it contains the soul of a powerful demoness of the Temen-Ni-Gru. Weapons harboring the soul or power of demons went under the name of Devil Arms.
Dante snapped his fingers. "Ah I get it now. You must be the head of the family. Name's Dante so sit back, relax, and enjoy the show."
His fingers brushed against the strings, across the devil arm electric voltage with a higher amperage than normal sparked. The devil hunter felt the current but it was no trouble for him to handle. He continued to play, the notes of the guitar could be heard without a speaker. Around him clouds formed accompanied by swarms of bats. Targeting the tall biped without hesitation. Exploding upon contact the demonic spirits sent deadly currents across the machine's motherboard. The influx caused a lag and motor functions went under failure.
The devil hunter slid on his knees, not letting up on his playing. Static was left in his wake. He was now face-face with the machine and skipped right to the solo. Playing notes at higher pitches and faster plucking. The area was ridden with static, purple light shrouded his body before a vortex of electricity scooped the machine into the air. It tried to escape but the high amount of voltage fried all of the heads. Armor plating peeled off. The large appendages separated from the body fairly easily. Once it got sucked in there was no escape.
"MUST…KILL-"
It went as how it was expected.
"WOOH!" Dante spun around releasing a final note that sent everything around him away in a bang. Scraps of metal rained down, showering the machine graveyard in smoking scrap. The devil hunter filled with adrenaline celebrated like a rockstar after a killer show. Unbeknownst to him an explosion of light illuminated from far away.
[Abandoned Factory]
Across the city was a vast factory branching out of the shoreline and into the ocean. It was remotely operated for no workers of any kind were present. It served as the main production line for machine lifeforms in the region. Design wise these units looked unthreatening and clunky but production wise they were easy to manufacture. Large amounts of these units can be made in a short amount of time. This special case of quantity over quality proved to work, they were able to take over the land by sheer numbers alone. Factories like this spanned across the globe, ensuring the dominance of machines.
Howbeit every set conquest there was bound to be opposition. Machine production had been stagnant as Earth's defenders will do anything in their wake to shut them down. Reports of this factory had classified a unit capable enough run through a city with ease. The info was true, miles away from the shoreline missiles littered the skies. Sprawling into divergent paths before reuniting at close proximity to the target. A white aircraft the size of a small combat jet circled around the homing missiles. Barreling out of the way the aircraft guided the missiles towards each other. Explosions littered the skies with the aircraft escaping without a scratch.
Now out of harm's way they hovered at the water level, a trail of waves left in their wake. Red lights glared at the approaching aircraft, those lights served as eyes for a machine far grander than any biped. It's stature surpassed buildings by a wide margin. A goliath designed to camouflage with it's surroundings. Blending in as another extension of the factory. Upon activation it was a sheer titan of destruction. Cranes repurposed to be arms. In place of hands are buzzsaws that could tear through buildings. Endless smoke fumed from the silos at the very top of the body. It's head laid in the middle in the form of a skull without a jaw. Akin to a divided orange the face opened to a hidden cannon. It blasted a laser of catastrophic proportions.
The pilot quickly rolled out of the way of instant evisceration. Avoiding death that destroyed their teammates. They activated the boosters, greatly gaining speed before careening into the shoulder. A smoldering cloud of smoke masked the dismemberment of an arm. A golden halo surrounded the falling limb, stopping it from sinking into the ocean. The aircraft morphed changing from flight to combat unit, revealing the young woman manning the seat.
Clothed in gothic lolita fashion she wore a nice black dress. Breasts partly revealing in the cleavage and sported feathery ends at her forearms. Silky gloves encapsulated the rest onward. The skirt parted at her waist, showing off a fair amount of her curvy thigh. Stocking and heels snugged around the legs. A beauty mark at the bottom left of her chin. White hair styled in a bob-cut and contrasted with a black headband. The most defining part of her would be the black blindfold masking her eyes. Despite this she had no trouble reacting to her surroundings.
Her fashionable and attractive appearance seemed quite outta place but it was deceiving. She's a soldier of war and not just any soldier but an android. Tasked on a mission to eliminate the goliath unit.
The machine spotted her, it's eyes flashing a murderous red. It's upper body twisted as it brought it's other arm back.
"KILL!"
She motioned her right arm making the dismembered limb copy her.
"KILL!"
The machine launched it's massive limb.
"KILL THE ANDROID!"
She retaliated.
A direct hit, the Goliath suffered immense damage. Fires erupted across the body, eating away at it's exterior. She wasn't satisfied it was still operable. She dropped the arm as the machine was readying another attack. In a last ditch effort it released a wave of electric ammunition. These orbs can prove lethal to an android if they're not careful. She had to be on her A-game if she wanted to end it.
The pilot twirled through the endless amount of enemy fire until she reached the face. A buzzsaw entered her peripheral and it was too close to for her to avoid. The woman ejected from the seat. Soaring through the air light manifested and left the android with the long, slender form of a samurai blade. She held her sword high above her head until she reached the very face of the machine.
"JUST DIE ALREADY!"
The blade drove deep into the thick glass eye. Gritting her teeth the woman pushed the entire edge in. She must've struck gold as an explosion threw her off. The machine screamed once more as red faded to black. It stopped moving entirely, now serving as a platform for the only two survivors.
The android woman lied on her stomach, appearing unconscious till she felt something or rather someone. Lifting her head up she saw the smiling face of her comrade. Through some struggle she managed to sit up and saw another android.
Dressed in his own kodona style getup was a youthful-looking boy. Matching her in the black-and-white color scheme. Opting for messy straight hair and his own fabric visor. At the neck is a choker. A long-sleeve hoodless jacket wrapped around his torso, complimented by golden buttons and black gloves. Wearing only shorts that left his knees exposed. Socks masked his calves and disappeared into his boots. A shorter stature paired with his teenage look came off as peculiar similar to the android woman's own appearance.
He gave her an appreciative smile "Talk about…bringing the battle to them…heh 2B." He sounded mature so his look is indeed deceiving.
The woman now known as 2B detected the light hearted tone he carried. Takes a lot to keep the morale up when that same person is struggling to sit up properly from his missing limbs. Gone was an arm and a leg, abrasions across the body ran so deep it exposed patches of artificial muscle, wires leaking oil and sparks at his stumps.
"Contact Command…tell them to send rescue."
The wounded boy shook his head side-to-side "No…that's not going to be necessary."
Another violent set of quaking occurred to justify the boy's claim. Machines, the same kind she just fought rose from the waters, completely surrounding the one they sat on.
"Oh great."
"I don't imagine…this going to end well." Something appeared in his hands. A dark cube with light shining at the thin obsidian surface. "The black box is ready."
2B looked at it and back to him "Right." In a moment's flash she held her very own.
The machines grew ever more closer. "Requesting destruction of enemy hostiles via black-box reaction." A female voice responded through their inner comms.
"Request accepted."
The greenlit was there and the pair shared a gaze. "2B it was an honor to fight alongside you. Truly."
The woman took in his words. "The honor was mine, 9S."
He smiled and moved his black forward. A small part of her lip shifted as she moved hers, the boxes touched before their bodies were incinerated along with the machines in a grand explosion.
[Desert]
…Happy birthday my sweet little devils…
…Woah red so cool…
…So shiny…
…Thanks mom…
…Thank you mother…
…Anything for my boys…now who wants to cut the cake…
…Yeah cake…if it's chocolate it's all mine…
…No the chocolate's mine…
…NO MINE…
…MINE…
Vergil awoke with a mild headache. After rubbing his eyes he begrudgingly got up. The pain faded away and he realized all wasn't as it seemed. Standing at the end of a dark, narrow corridor wasn't anticipated. The interior was composed of sandy rocks, some of it undoubtedly clung to his clothes. As expected from the annoying behavior of sand. The light crackle from torches illuminated the area as he evaluated himself. He doesn't remember being in such a place, this didn't look like the Temen-Ni-Gru.
Going back into memories the darkslayer grimaced at what he remembered. The loss he suffered at the hands of his brother ran crystal clear. His grip tightening. Unlike Dante the darkslayer thrived in the power he inherited from their father. Spending his years honing his skills to become the strongest there is. His brother had the opposite mindset, purposefully wasting his gift and wallowing in a city of weaklings. Vergil beat him multiple times before and he didn't even need his inner demon. So how could the buffoon be on par with him in such a short amount of time? Why is it that he suffered defeat at the hands of his inferior brother?
The place shook at the force at Vergil's punch. Leaving a fist-shaped crater in the wall. The thought of losing to his younger twin brought him great ire. Not only was it pathetic but insulting to his character. Vergil couldn't call himself the strongest if he couldn't best that imbecile in combat.
…We are the Sons of Sparda…within us flows his blood…
Vergil took a deep breath. Of course they were brothers afterall, he too harbored the powerful might of Sparda. It was the only reason, once Dante awakened his inner demon it was imminent for him to reach his level. If the Force Edge was awakened at the time than it would be a different story. Speaking of which said blade appeared before the darkslayer in blue mist. The power of their father has granted him many abilities, including a pocket dimension to where he could store his weapons. Vergil didn't have the time to appreciate it's craftsmanship prior. The devil arm remained in pristine condition, the guard shared the same design as in the ancient drawings. Maintaining a deadly forge of supernatural steel it can hold it's own against the Rebellion. Of course this was the dormant form. To almost have the full power of Sparda gave him a sense of excitement for it was the same blade that took down the Dark Prince.
"Mundus." He didn't forget. In all logical sense Vergil should've fled for safety back to the human world given his exhausted state. Though that would make him a coward, a weakling. Vergil spat at the very idea. It wasn't something he would do and he wasn't gonna let the Dark Prince get him so easily. He vaguely heard Dante shout something to him, most likely an insult. His mind went over the strange and most mysterious phenomena. Whilst preparing to make his mark on the Dark Prince the bridge between the realms were tearing apart, causing a tremendous quaking force. A blinding light consumed his sight and the last thing he could hear was Mundus' deep monstrous voice.
"The spell of Mundus must've sent me here." Whether or not it's a trap Vergil shall see.
A mechanical surface opened upon his arrival. Entering inside he figured out it was an old elevator. He couldn't sense any demonic presence. Within him something felt off but he ignored it. The elevator reached its only destination. He was met with nothing but a single light shining at the center. Keeping his guard up the darkslayer approached the only point of interest.
Vergil noted how the floor was masked in a coarse layer of sand. He made it to the middle to have yellow dots appearing all around him. Torches were set aflame showing him the rows of seats that encircled around the vast circular space. In other words the darkslayer was in the middle of an arena. The figures were obscured so he was left with his demonic senses to find out.
…
…
…
Nothing. He couldn't sense anything from the spectators. Impossible. He should be capable of detecting any type of organic being nearby. Same goes for their power, not even artificial demons can hide from him. The Dark Prince is capable of many things, perhaps he created a manifestation of beings with no signs of power. Making it difficult for Vergil to gauge his opponents, whatever the case the darkslayer prepped himself for what's to come.
A light casted onto a throne that stood at the top of the rows. Sitting on it wasn't a demon, human, or any type of creature for that matter. What Vergil saw was a contraption made of metal, it bore skinny rods that bent much like arms and legs. It wore dark desert robes that parted into multiple tails on the bottom. Golden orbs shined on each of the bottom ends and on it's face was a mask. Said mask was made in a rigid design reminiscent of a white rabbit.
…
Vergil didn't utter a word. This didn't look threatening in any capacity. The machine opened it's arms before speaking in an grating artificial voice.
"Tribe Members! Welcome to the Trials of Sand."
"THE TRIALS!" The arena chanted.
However a member raised a hand which the leader responded.
"Yes? Tribe Member 69?"
"Tribe Leader according to Rule 1,537 no Android is to parttake in the Trials."
The arena went silent before another member joined in. "Tribe Member 69 we have acknowledged this Android has departed from the world above. That world is where the original Tribe natives are currently in. We must let him take part in the Trials."
"What about Rule 5,999 only those of the highest caliber are deemed worthy of the Trials?" Another spoke.
"Rule 5,998 abolishes the rule after that."
"Who bothered to make that Rule than?"
"Rule 1 states only Tribe Leader are capable of making the rules you fool."
"According to Rule 7,800 the Trails are not to be interrupted. Set questions aside for now and let the Trials begin." The leader announced as machines spawned around Vergil.
The darkslayer had long since tuned out the nonsense. Didn't take a genius to figure out these contraptions were just a bunch of scatterbrains. It made him question Mundus' intentions. The Dark Prince would never do something like this on purpose. A fate of never ending torture and imprisonment sounded far more suitable.
"Did Mundus send me here by mistake?" This point became more clear since hell's demons would have ambushed him by now. Whatever the case he was gonna brush through these trash buckets with ease. Though that odd feeling he felt earlier came back again. The Force Edge and Yamato are in his possession so why did something feel off? His neck had a weird sensation, a phantom feeling. He did a quick brush of his neck.
Vergil's golden amulet, gifted by his mother was gone. For a moment he forgot where he was. This revelation taking a hold of his mind in full. Calm and collectiveness burned down, breathing a fire of murderous intent. Machines popped out from the sand and into his peripheral causing him to look at them under a new light. They had the gall to take away what's rightfully his. Sky blue eyes sharpened as the units made their way to attack him.
The first one, a small stubby leaped into a descending stomp but Vergil disappeared. The machine landed, missing its target. In the process of getting up it felt something off with it's body before it's top section slid off. Crashing into the floor before it could recognize what happened. A blast of air dashed through the arena, passing through the group of machines in speeds they were unable to track. The darkslayer appeared whipping the Force Edge to the side, erasing the layer of thick oil from stainless steel. All the machines lost major portions of their bodies. Falling dead in mass, leaving the Son of Sparda as the winner. The tribe leader along with the spectators resounded in applause and rejoice.
"He has passed."
"The Trials are concluded."
"The originals are truly amazing."
The Tribe Leader made a grand gesture which placed all the attention onto him. "Members of the Tribe calm down. We must welcome-" The head of the clan was interrupted as one of its subordinates yelled at the top of their voice box. Everyone shifted their heads to see it's body impaled by a blade. It exploded, showering the others in their remains.
Another machine shrieked before it followed the same fate. The spectators were flabbergasted until explosions over took the seats. Some got off their seats and made a break for it. A piercing sound hit their chassis before their upper sections separated and fell to the floor. The Tribe Leader looked back at the arena and saw he was gone. Questions ran through it but a massive force kicked it back into the throne. Impact so great it destroyed the seat, pinning its body via steel wire.
"Where is it?" A voice spoke. It was none other than the he himself, staring into it's yellow eyes with a cold, icy gaze.
"Tribe Leader doesn-" Oil sprayed from the wound it just received. The man drove the blade deeper in, making the machine cry out in agony.
"My amulet. What did you do with it?" The Tribe Leader desperately tried to get the sword off him but the man stomped on it's limb.
"Tribe leader doesn't understand. Did we do something-"
The blade drove it's way upward the body, splitting the leader's round head and wooden mask apart. Oil dribbled down, ruining the robes. Vergil has ended it's rule in a rather brutal fashion.
"Than you serve no use to me." The Son of Sparda begrudgingly spoke. He sheathed the Force Edge as he looked over the arena. The seats previously filled with an applauding crowd now basked in their metal remains. Something caught his attention, his head snapped to the direction of an elevator different from the one he took. A machine entered the transporter in a hurry, no doubt fearing the wrath of Vergil. So he missed one, whatever it didn't concern him too much, now he knew the exit. It was when the elevator doors have closed did he see it, a golden chained necklace hungover it's head. A jeweled amulet briefly shined as the metal doors shut.
"PEST!"
It didn't take Vergil long to follow behind, making it out of the arena and into another set of corridors. Waiting before him were more of these annoying contraptions using weapons that looked haphazardly put together. He would've laughed in their faces if he wasn't in a bad mood. Quickly he disposed of them and approached what looked like the exit, not wanting another hindrance to waste his time. The darkslayer destroyed the reinforced gates with ease. One step outside and hot rays of sunshine basked over his figure.
"I'm back in the human world?"
A horizon of dry desert encompassed his vision. Vergil tried once more to find anything that possessed demonic power, he got the same results. That's very strange. He severely doubted the Dark Prince transport to an unknown part of the world but the fact he couldn't find one demon made it more puzzling. He'll need to think about this later. Right now he's got a machine to hunt down. Flat, cubicle footsteps dragged into the ocean of dunes. At least he's got a trail to follow, if those machines were anything to go by than Vergil would find it shortly. Cracking his knuckles the darkslayer ventured into the desert. Provoking Vergil was already a dangerous game, stealing a precious heirloom made it a death sentence. Question is how long will that sentence come?
We shall see.