Blood

[King Avallach]

One was the bell that knelled that dark afternoon. The day that Sparda, legendary champion of the human world left it. Some say that he died, this cannot be confirmed nor denied, all that is certain is that the flesh and bones that anchored his spirit to the human world rotted away, no blood was found in his carcass. This has lead to the belief that his life force was summoned elsewhere, perhaps to transcend demon-kind all together, to become a deity. This is also a story but it is the conviction of all who followed him and that of his children. Two of which were known but one who was not...


(This, like all of my other fanfics, is a serial, this is just the prologue)

 

[Steve]

Interesting prologue there, Phantarch! I'm looking forward to reading what's to come!

 

[King Avallach]

A silence can never be trusted, at least in open battle you know where you stand but when your foe can manipulate the shadows on the wall so that they can grab, tug or even disappear all together, lulling you into a false sense of security. This was the case in England when an unknown warrior, clad entirely in black entered Manchester. The grey streets below the glased-over sky seemed to aid the warrrior in their movement, not daring to let the sound of a footstep near the ears of the nearest soul. The stars flickered and a sterile wind was on the back of the warrior, their eyes burned fire red.
This unknown warrior had a purpose in coming here, beneath Victoria station resided IGNIS SYLLABIS, zodiac inscriptions in the eye of the moon with the aid of a touch of the damned would unleash all of the legions of heaven and hell unto Earth.

 

[King Avallach]

The dark one could hear the cries, souls damned to be burned and torn apart for every second of every century 'till Judgement Day which was when they shall be expelled from all realms of reality. The dark one stood, awaiting the silvery moon to come out of its day's slumber. The moon awoke, the clouds shifted before it so it focused on the station. The dark one drew a celtic circle on the ground, one of the oldest types of incantation intitiations, then drew within the circle, the unholy zodiac signs of the pentagram and the goat's head shone in the moon, then the station started to move to reveal an entrance marked with a sequence of bloody sixes.

 

[King Avallach]

That night a voice filled the mind of every man, woman and child. A voice of insidious intent well shrouded in a spirited tone. She had come, Eathalia, Emress of all demonity, mother of Mundus and Wife to the Arch fiend. The Arch fiend had long been sealed away from all plains of reality as a prisoner inside the boundless plain that existed within the creator. Old spells were hard to overcome, The dark one knew this and to release the arch fiend would be Pandora's box multiplied about a trillion times. That was of little concern to the dark one as the time was ripe to gain the power that was sought by many, the power of the creator. Even the power of Sparda was limited to that of a demon, should the dark one take over the power of a God, that power would be enough to reshape all of the plains of reality into one paradise of chaos, the demon revolution was about to begin.

Suddenly a katana shot out of nowhere and lay level with the dark one's neck.

 

[King Avallach]

It was him, Dante, wielding the keepsake yamato from his brother. The dark one raised a hand and dissapeared. Dante had at least expected a fight. Just then something groaned. A claret covered demon with a great axe crawled out followed by millions and millions of others. Dante started hackingbut trying to beat them was like trying to beat an ocean, they were endless.
Atop the church spire about a mile away the dark one cast an incantation and the church became another vessel for the demons. The dark one then looked over the broad cityscape and sent orbs of vorpal energy which decimated what was once one of the most inhabited citys in Brtain. The tide of demons was still coming and fatigue was getting the better of Dante as each strike began to weaken him and Yamato was in it's element. Red flashed in Dante's eyes as he faded away from his body and the devil in him took over.

 

[King Avallach]

Dante became a devil but maintained his human form. Cackling maniacally he ran along his new comrades. Malice now consuming his every thought, he lead the attack.
Humanity was about to face an eternal twilight between the firey days and venomous nights in hell. A state of eternal agony. Eventually he faced some more worthy advarsaries. As powerfull as they were, nothing could stop Dante as his bullets forged their way through and with sword in hand he decapitated his unfortunate victims and set fire to their carcases.

Only one person could stop them now, Vergil.