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Patterns
"Whataya mean we're not getting paid?" Dante shouted, slamming a fist on the table. "We stopped three summonings in a day!"
"And the person who hired us for each died," Trish said. "The money from the first one was taken for the funeral and repairs to the house, the buildings across from it, the street, and the park, and the two men who hired us for the second and third were both killed before we arrived."
"Should have made a cash first rule," Dante grumbled.
"So what now?" Marcus asked.
"Now we wait for another job," Dante sighed. "Hopefully it won't be for-"
The phone began to ring and Dante groaned before answering.
"Devil May Cry," Dante said. "What for? Where?"
He pinched the phone between his ear and shoulder, then pulled a map of the city out from under his desk, unrolling it across the desk and pulling out a marker, marking four spots.
"Is it glowing, or releasing blood?" Dante asked. "Good. I'm sending someone now. Nero, you and Trish need to get to the factory. There's another one. It's being opened by a small group of Death Scythes."
"Right," Nero nodded, he and Trish sprinting out of the building, speeding away on their bikes.
"Is it usually this busy?" Marcus asked.
"Never," Dante said, staring at the map.
Marcus looked at it and saw that the four marks were the summoning circles' locations.
"There's got to be something going on," Dante said. "Something. They're not searching for something, summoning circles can reach into any dimension."
"Are you sure the locations are random?" Marcus asked.
"What do you mean?" Dante asked, looking up at him.
"Well, there are four right now, but say there were five," Marcus said, taking the marker, marking a fifth spot. "Say it was here. What do you see?"
"A circle," Dante said. "A perfect circle."
"What was the order?" Marcus asked, more to himself. "Mansion, warehouse, park, factory..." As he listed them, he drew a line from one to the next, ending with the imaginary fifth one. "Now what do you see?"
"Pentagram," Dante said, staring at the star now covering his map. " Oh my god. They're summoning something massive. How much ground does this cover?"
"About a mile," Marcus said. "And this is the center."
He pointed to a building and Dante stared at it.
"A bank?" Dante asked.
"The first building to go whether the summoning circle collapses or explodes," Marcus said.
"It's a skyscraper so it'll probably take some time to...sons of bitches," Dante growled. "Lady, go evacuate the bank and everything around it."
"What's wrong?" Marcus asked as Lady ran away.
"I once destroyed a demon that was a living skyscraper," Dante said. "He's not overly dangerous to me but he was difficult to damage and he can level a building easily."
"Got it," Marcus nodded. "And what if they summon something else?"
"It's probably going to be numerous things given the size," Dante said. "I really hope Nero can stop his summoning, or that you're wrong and they're random."
The phone began to ring. Marcus picked it up.
"Devil May Cry," Marcus said.
"Hello?" a panicked male voice asked. "Please, I need your help! There's a giant bird with a freaky head and some sort of bug things here! They're drawing something in the ground! Some sort of circle!"
"Where?" Marcus asked.
"The airport!" the man cried.
"On our way," Marcus said, putting the phone down. "Five. Exactly where I guessed."
"What is it?" Dante asked.
"A bird with a freaky head and bugs," Marcus said.
"Griffin," Dante said. "Go. Fast. Use your Devil Bringer to kill Griffin as fast as possible. Then worry about the bugs."
Marcus nodded and ran outside to the bike, taking it and speeding away from the shop, racing toward the airport. As he neared it, he gunned it even more, shooting up a low bank on the side of the road and jumping over the fence, landing on the runway and streaking along it toward the massive bird hovering over a pool of blood where blood red lightning was almost continually striking the ground.
"Delay him!" Griffin ordered.
The bugs swarmed toward Marcus and he skidded to a stop, drawing one of his pistols and opening fire, bugs exploding rapidly, massive splats sounding as their green slimy blood hit the ground. As soon as Marcus had stopped, he leapt off the bike, drawing his sword and beginning to spin and slash his way through the cloud of bugs, sword slicing through bugs rapidly in one hand as his gun shot anything too far to slash. It was slow progress, though. After a moment, he put his sword away just before a bug crashed into his chest, slamming him into the ground and moving to bite him only for him to shoot it. Then, he drew his other pistol and leapt into the air, spinning and firing, bugs exploding into green slime all around him. Finally, he landed on his feet, hurling his pistols into the air and holding his hand out, his spectral arm shooting to the bike and grabbing Pandora, pulling it back to him in under a second.
He snapped it open, jumping as a massive cage made of two perpendicular rings of metal with barrels extending from them all the way around formed, a seat and a pair of handles forming as well. He grabbed the handles, squeezing the right trigger. Two seconds later, the rings were spinning and flipping around him in a blur. Then, he squeezed the other trigger as well, the guns on all sides of him opening fire, heavy machine gun bullets shredding the insects, as well as spraying Griffen, even from a distance. Griffen was pushed forward and his next lightning bolt drilled its way through him, blasting the ground. He crashed to the ground, shrieking in pain as Marcus retracted Pandora, having finished the insects. He formed Pandora into a bracelet to carry it easier and drew his pistols, sprinting forward as he opened fire on Griffen. Griffen shrieked in pain again as bullets slammed into him. Then, a bolt of lightning shot out of the sky at Marcus. Marcus hurled himself to the side and sprinted forward again, putting his pistols away and holding out his Devil Bringer.
The spectral arm shot out, grabbing Griffen by the entire upper body and squeezed, blood spraying out of Griffen in various places where bones had severed arteries on the way out of his skin. Then, he dropped Griffen and Griffen crashed down hard, blood still spraying out of him and mixing with the blood seeping out of the seal.
"My...thanks," Griffen said.
Then, his entire body lit up red before transforming into a bolt of blood red lightning which shot into the air before lightning began to strike the entire seal at once. Several bolts flew at Marcus as well but he hurled himself out of the way, just as the summoning circle began to unleash a geyser of blood.
"Shit," Marcus sighed. "Sorry Dante. I fucked up."
After several seconds of nothing happening, the blood began to die down. Then, just as it neared the ground again, something began to appear. White hair. Dante's face, except younger, closer to his own age. Blue trench coat. Black vest underneath. Fingerless brown gloves. Black pants. Black boots. No weapon.
"Who the hell are you?" Marcus demanded.
"Who are you?" the man asked.
"Why do you look like Dante?" Marcus demanded.
"Dante?" the man asked. "Is he still alive? I suppose it can't have been that long then. Tell me, where can I find him?"
"Why the hell should I tell you?" Marcus asked, drawing his sword. "I could just kill you now!"
"I know that sword," the man said. "Dante used to wield it when we were children. Are you my brother's son then?"
"Brother?" Marcus breathed. "So then...you're my..."
"Well, at any rate, it doesn't matter," the man said. "Tell me where I can find my brother so that I can settle our score. And retrieve my sword."
"I'm not telling you where Dante is," Marcus said, gripping his sword with both hands, Devil Bringer glowing sightly.
"That's an interesting arm you have there," the man said. "You're definitely a descendant of Sparda. Fine. If you're so determined to face me, let's see what you can do."
He sprinted forward and Marcus moved to meet him. As soon as they met, Marcus slashed and the man spun, kicking Marcus's hands, knocking the sword aside before spinning the other way and planting his foot in Marcus's chest, hurling him backward, the sword stabbing into the ground between them. Marcus stood as a glowing blue sword appeared over the man's shoulder, shooting toward him. Marcus drew one of his pistols, shooting the sword and shattering it before shooting at the man. The man smirked, vanishing just ahead of the bullets before reappearing beside Marcus's sword, picking it up and hurling it, the sword impaling Marcus and staking him to the ground. The man walked forward calmly, a glowing sword appearing in his right hand.
"Come now, don't tell me the Sparda bloodline has become so watered down that you can't even survive a small wound like that," Vergil smirked. I'm quite disappointed."
Marcus stood suddenly, ripping the sword out and sprinting at the man, slashing. The man blocked his slash and shoved it sideways, slashing at Marcus. Marcus spun, managing to block the man's slash and slashing at the man instead. The man made no move to block or avoid the attack, allowing it to slice his abdomen open as his own sword slashed Marcus's side. Marcus shouted in pain, staggering sideways and holding a hand to his side.
"You're quite disappointing," the man said. "My brother and I would be drenched in each other's blood by now. Can you really not withstand even minor wounds?"
Marcus stepped forward, slashing for all he was worth. The man blocked it, grinning, until the much larger spectral blade crashed through his sword, splitting him nearly in half and hurling him. The man crashed down hard, shattering the ground before rolling for a ways. Marcus drew his pistols, opening fire and filling the man with holes for several seconds. Finally, he stopped, keeping the pistols aimed at him. He expected the man to fade and another to appear, or for the man to shatter into a swarm of blades that would then attack him. Something. Anything to show he had escaped harm. Instead, the man pushed himself up, grinning wickedly as the wounds he had suffered all healed, the man inspecting his ruined coat.
"You're going to be repaying me for this coat," the man said. "It was my favorite."
He formed a pair of sword and charged forward, one sword blurring through the air, splitting the bullets as they flew at him. When he reached Marcus, he easily swept Marcus's sword aside then tripped him before staking him to the ground with both of his glowing swords.
"Pathetic," the man said. "I expected you to at least understand your own sword's abilities. Didn't my brother teach you anything?"
Marcus coughed, blood spraying out of his mouth.
"I punctured both of your lungs," the man said. "You'll live just fine. Your Sparda blood, pathetically watered down though it may be, will heal you. But for now, I'm going to go and draw my brother out. A few human deaths should do the trick."
The man turned, walking away and Marcus glared after him. If he had a weapon to make his punches and kicks stronger like the gauntlets he had seen in the armory, he could have beaten the man. Especially when coupling his augmented strength with his Devil Bringer. Suddenly, his sword glowed red and vanished. The man stopped, then turned and looked back as a glowing red fist made out of whatever the sword's hilt had been appeared over Marcus's left fist and a massive foot over each of his own, all three on fire. Marcus grinned, punching his new fist through the man's swords, destroying them and allowing him to flip to his feet, grinning as his wounds hissed and steamed, sealing themselves up.
"Ah, so it wasn't watered down so much after all," the man smirked. "You simply didn't know how to use it fully."
Marcus turned, sprinting at the man, throwing a punch with his Devil Bringer. the man held his right arm behind his back and raised his left, blocking the Devil Bringer, a shockwave shooting out from the impact. Marcus leapt into the air, swinging around and throwing a kick at the man. The man ducked under it then stood, slamming his left hand into Marcus's stomach, throwing him backward. Marcus flipped, skidding to a stop before charging, throwing a punch with his left fist this time. The man brushed the strike off like he was waving his hand through smoke. Marcus planted his hand on the ground and spun on it, feet flashing around at the man. The man leapt over it, flipping and drilling a left-handed punch at Marcus. This time, however, Marcus caught it with his Devil Bringer.
"Fighting with one hand makes you predictable," Marcus grinned, his left hand's upgrade spreading above his elbow too.
He slammed his elbow into the ground below himself, blasting a section of it out of the way so he could pull his fist back. Then, he smashed the fist into the man's face, launching him skyward. As the man fell, Marcus extended his spectral hand swinging downward and slamming the man back into the ground with an open handed slap like swatting a fly. He let the spectral arm fade and the man stood, dusting himself off and spitting out blood before smirking.
"Alright," the man said. "I'll admit. You're pretty good. You're a quick study."
He sprinted forward, sending several spectral swords at Marcus, which Marcus dodged. Then, Marcus stepped forward, his spectral arm shooting forward as a fist, narrowly missing and fading as the man punched Marcus in the jaw then jumped, kicking him in the same spot, throwing him. Marcus flipped, landing on his feet and stepped forward, forming his spectral arm around his Devil Bringer as he threw a haymaker at the man. The man moved to block it only for Marcus to slip the punch under his block, drilling it into his side, the spectral arm shooting outward and launching him. The man flipped, landing on his feet and laughing, even as blood splattered out of his mouth.
"Very good," the man stated, pushing himself up as he began to change.
His ruined coat restored itself, his black pants turned blue and molded to his legs, his boots transforming into feet with clawed toes. His black shirt turned blue and his hands turned black as his fingers extended to points. His white hair turned metallic silver sticking up and behind himself as though slicked back. The collar of his coat now reached up to be beside his nose, assuming he still had one. His face turned black, his mouth reaching from behind one side of the collar to behind the other, sharp pointed teeth visible, and his eyes began to glow green. Lastly, his left sleeve grew outward then up along the outside of his arm, forming an oddly-shaped spike.
"Your time's up," the man said, voice distorted and seeming to be switching between several pitches rapidly making a high trilling sound as he spoke. "It's over!"
Then, he was in front of Marcus, his fist crashing into Marcus's face. Marcus flew backward, flipping twice before the man appeared behind him, foot in the air before crashing down on him in an axe kick. Marcus flipped, kicking at the man only for the man to catch his foot and flip him over himself, smashing him into the ground. Then back the other way. Then the other. Marcus lost count of how many times, but after several moments, the augmentations to his hand and feet disappeared, his sword stabbing into the ground before he was smashed to the ground one last time. Then, the man began to walk away, reverting to his human form as he did.
"Damn," Marcus groaned before passing out.
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