Spectre: There's a lack of a GI/DMC crossover, so I decided to make a 'concept story' out of it. Similar to Remnant's Inferno.
Chapter 1: Into the New World
"That thing's going to close in seconds, so we gotta move fast", the voice of Dante, younger son of Sparda, quipped. His eyes sharpened again, where the portal to the human world was still visible inside Purgatory.
Beside him stood his elder brother, a black-clad swordsman whose white hair was slicked back and in his hand held their father's heirloom to him. "You're not planning on staying here, are you?"
The elder son of Sparda gave his sibling what appeared to be a look of sarcasm. "Hmph, I've already had enough of the scenery here anyway."
Every breath he took, his stance and his cool demeanor; they were all natural, yet disciplined and controlled. In contrast to his foolish little brother's laid-back and rebellious nature. "After you"
Dante merely passed him an approving nod, putting away the evolved blade and began to make his way into the portal. Vergil tilted his head slightly, motioning him to go on ahead of him. It was close, but both of the sons of Sparda made it through.
The red-clad demon hunter landed onto the familiar streets in Red Grave City, looking up to the portal expecting his brother to follow suit. But moments passed, the portal closed behind him, causing Dante to sigh and scratch his head in frustration. "Now where'd you end up this time, Vergil?"
As the younger sibling had wondered, it was a question that his brother would soon ask to himself.
The black-clad swordsman took his time to observe his surroundings. He did not recognize the forest that he had laid eyes upon, and the portal had closed behind him had closed moments after he looked back at it. His observation quickly led him to the conclusion that everything was normal when there aren't any masses of energy or ripples in space that could have taken him somewhere else.
His hand made its way to the Yamato's handle, and putting his thumb onto its hilt-guard. But he paused just as he was going to cast another portal out from here.
A sudden surge of impulse, and a bout of curiousity, compelled him not to.
He turned back and began to walk into the forests, looking over at the foot of the hills where crystallized or white-colored minerals were emerging from them, like they are ready to be extracted by miners.
He had certainly never been in a forest like this. Nor could he remember reading about it. Where exactly had the portal dropped him?
A different realm perhaps?
Trying not to think about it, he decided instead to see if he could find civilization, or at least a way out of this forest. Judging by the light filtering through the trees, it was still morning, if not noon. Since he had no way where to go yet, he decided to continue his current course. He was struck by how silent the area was.
And on how peaceful and pristine it is, reminding him of the pleasant and beautiful environment that Paradiso once had when he was still a child. Until Mundus attacked that is.
While Mundus couldn't be killed even after his defeat, Vergil took solace to the fact that the Prince of Darkness is still sealed into the Underworld, screaming in both his agony and of his ego until the end of time .
In this pristine forest, and in the silence and the cool air. Vergil felt peace. He felt the wind's soothing breeze passing right through him, synchronizing well into the silence of the forest, hearing nothing but his own footsteps and of the leaves resonating with the wind.
Through serenity lies focus.
Through focus lies an open mind.
Through an open mind, lies motivation.
Through motivation lies strenght.
And strenght, signifies power.
And it is indeed a welcome relief from his brother's blabbering and his excessive use of his uncivillized firearms.
He went on to explore the forest for the next couple hours, noting that few animals that were here were cautious, not even watching him from their hiding places. That was something he would find intriguing: aside from him, he could not sense any organisms that might prey on small animals. At least, not yet.
And that changed a little later.
He could feel eight signatures moving closer to him And the sound of those movements was all it took for Vergil to figure out where they are. Whoever they were, their movements were following his own, gradually getting closer. They were stalking him.
"Well, well. What do we have here?"
Vergil's suspicions were confirmed when eight figures with varying forms emerged from the deeper parts from the forests. Some wielded shovels, crossbows or daggers. And all of them wore masks, likely as a means to cover up their identity of sorts. "Are you lost, old man?", their leader, the one holding a pair of knives called out to the swordsman. "This area's quite dangerous, old man, not when Hilichurls are all over the place. And we could get you out of here...for a price"
The man's tone was already distrusting to begin with, and his proposition was nothing more than an equivalent of extortion. "Take your business elsewhere and leave," he said. "Now."
It did not help the fact that the group in front of him looked more like bandits rather than anything resembling a police force. The man scoffed in response.
"Got quite the tongue, huh?" he said. "I'm sure we can work something out."
And it was evident that these thugs would not take no for an answer when their weapons were drawn towards him. And the son of Sparda's decision was already made up.
"I have no interest in bargaining with any of you", Vergil said in a calm, smooth tone, that was also evident of annoyance. "Begone"
Not even with a blink of an eye, the swordsman had sheathed back his blade. The eight bandits looked at one another for a moment, utterly confused at the gesture. Until one of them bursted out of laughter at the silver-haired man's charade. "What are you trying to pull, old man? Was that it-uuughghh?!"
His torso bursted in a horizontal torrent of blood, before it seperated from the rest of his body entirely. One-by-one, the seven remaining Treasure Hoarders shared the same fate like their comrade, all the while Vergil watched in non-chalant silence as his 'adversaries' fell before him
Worms..., he thought, looking over at the bisected, bloody bodies. He began to take a few steps out of the area, until his intuition kicked in when he remembered what he was doing. Hmmm, why shouldn't I? I may find something useful from them.
He approached one of the bodies, searching for anything of valuable that could get him to civilization. From what he could gather, he found a few insignias that were completely foreign to him, a small pouch of gold-like coins and a map. Even if it was dripped with some of its owner's blood.
Vergil took the few insignias and the pouch underneath his coat pockets. He unfolded the map and began to analyze it as to where he could have possibly be.
And none of the named areas or regions made any sense to him, at least not yet.
Springvale, Galesong and Windrise..., the swordsman noted, finally seeing that this is not Earth as he initally thought it would be, other than what appeared to be an area marked only by the letter 'M'. I may need to inquire with someone who is familiar in this region.
Preferably those who he could actually talk to.
The Swordsman stood up, continuting his course into the same direction he originally went.
"HELP! SOMEBODY HELP!"
A girl ran for her life from her pursuers deep into the forests. She had short black hair tied in pig tails and green eyes and wore a green and cream uniform belonging to her organization. She carries a beige rucksack filled with leeks. Onion and garlic bulbs hangs by a rope tied to the side of the bag.
A trio of masked creatures pursued the girl relentlessly, into cliffs, rocks and over a riverside. Adrenaline and terror surged through her. disregarding her already depleting stamina as long as she could get away from the Hilichurls. Unfortunately, her luck ran out when a ditch caused her to fall headfirst into the dirt. Raising her head, she could hear the unintelligible ramblings of her pursuers coming closer to her, and her eyes widened in fear.
"No...", she pleaded, despearately trying to crawl away from them. "Please!"
Her words fell into deaf ears when then continued their approach. She clasped her hands, praying that Lord Barbatos or anyone that could hear her, come at her finest hour. And she closed her eyes, awaiting the worst when the lead Hilichurl lunged at her.
However, it never came and she opened her eyes. She saw that three blue spectral blades struck through the masks and heads of these creatures, causing them to drop dead into the ground before her. Amidst the confusion and relief, it caused the girl to breath out rapidly in relief.
"Are you alright?", she heard a formal voice calling out to her. And she looked up to find a figure wearing a black long coat. The tails of the coat were torn, but this did little to make it any less regal. Underneath it, he was clad in a pair of leather trousers and a button-up vest made of the same material. In one hand, he carried a sheathed katana. His silver hair was slicked back, rising in fine spikes.
And she quickly figured, that this was her saviour. "By the Archons! Thank you!", the young girl cried out to the man, standing up grasping his wrists whilst shaking them out of gratitude. "I thought...I thought I wouldn't see another day!"
Normally, Vergil would be a tad uncomfortable with this gesture. But he decided to let it slide this time. Not when he found an opportunity to speak to someone from the past couple days since arriving. "May I know as to why you're here?"
The girl quickly stood up and adjusted herself. "My name is Lynn of the Adventurer's Guild. And I was picking out some Sweet Flowers and some vegetables for tonight's supper until I was spotted by those Hilichurls"
Hilichurls, Vergil thought, looking over at the corpses. This wasn't the first time he'd encountered these creatures, and he came across several of them these past couple days. They were humanoid, but they weren't at the same time. As if they are distorted versions of humans through whatever process they had endured. And he ran across a few camps belonging to these creatures along the way during his travels.
And he'd almost pity them whenever he left them in flames.
"So, may I ask; what is your name?", the girl inquired to the silver-haired man near her.
"Vergil", the swordsman plainly responded, not sensing any distrust nor plot from the young girl upon further observation. "And I would like to know where the nearest city is"
Lynn immediately knew what he was referring to. "So you're heading for Mondstadt?"
That piqued the half-Demon's curiosity. "Mondstadt?", Vergil queried the teenager.
"Yes, and you're already close to it. Just head northeast from here", the Adventurer told him when he showed her the map he had obtained, though she was a bit bothered of the blood that was staining it. "Here on Springvale"
About time I could find civilization..., the Swordsman thought. He had lost count as to how many meters, or even miles, he had walked since arriving here. A benefit of having near limitless stamina and endurance as a result of both his training and lineage is being able to cover whatever distance he wanted on foot. But he never complained about it, not when his brother isn't around here blabbering.
And he was reinvigorated as a result. He was able to travel without any problem and already had done wonders for his peace of mind, he resonated with the wind and the silence around him. So much so that he actually saw humans, such as Lynn here, and didn't even feel the usual distaste that always accompanied the sight of them.
All in all, he simply felt. Motivated. Powerful enough to keep going. "My thanks. Go ahead and gather what you need, child", the swordsman responded. "And make sure to stay out of trouble"
The Adventurer smiled at him in gratitude. "I will, thanks again for helping me, Mr. Vergil!"
With that, the swordsman separated from the girl. He made his way into the direction where this city of Mondstadt was, and it wasn't long before he could perfectly see the enormous windmills that came along with it, and he continued walking in that direction.
Unbeknownst to him, a pair of green eyes gazed at the swordsman afar from a tree, watching in complete curiosity of the individual who was completely foreign to him.
Spectre: Yep, similar to Remnant's Inferno, this is a story concept. But I could add if I have the motivation (no pun intended) to do it depending on the reviews. And some potential questions that I would answer now:
-Vergil here is based on his DMC5 apperance and abilities, and this takes place some time after the game.
-This takes place about three months before the events of Genshin Impact itself, meaning the Traveler isn't here yet. And I'm not gonna tell if it's Aether or Lumine
-Pairing? Dunno, I'm pretty sure Nero wouldn't want any half-siblings XD.
-Also taken your suggestions in the comments. Got to fix that.