Chapter 11: Part 2
A gust of wind blew around Nero as he transformed. It was a second nature to him now, so simple to do after the first few times. Nero sped after the others, Force Edge at his side.
Once again, all five of them engaged Mundus in battle. Dante was the first to strike, landing a clean cut down the center of his chest. Vergil crossed over the cut with a horizontal slice. Mundus laughed, "Getting biblical on me, Sons of Sparda?"
Dante smiled, "Well, no...at least I wasn't, but I guess Vergil had to go off and ruin that for me."
"Shut it you twat!" Vergil retorted, avoiding a fatal blow from Mundus.
Credo passed both of the twins, sliding his blade upward, scarring Mundus' new face. Mundus grunted, bashing Credo away with his hand. Sparda caught Credo, quickly putting him down to follow through with his own attack, but a burst of energy exploded out of Mundus' arm, hitting Sparda. He flew back, a pillar of smoke rising from his body. Nero blasted right past Sparda, quickly unleashing the power of Force Edge onto Mundus.
Dante stopped in midair, and dashed over to Sparda, "Dad...dad? Come on, now's not the time to pull out of the game."
Sparda flipped over, revealing a hole in place of his left arm, "Dante, I'm out for good. I can't come back in. Don't worry...I won't die, seeing as how...I'm already dead." Sparda chuckled.
Dante frowned, "Don't worry. We'll beat him."
Vergil appeared out of nowhere, "Dante, help Credo and Nero finish Mundus. I'll get father away from here." Vergil waved Dante off, but as he reached for Sparda, Sparda began to fade into the air.
Sparda looked over to Dante and Vergil, "Finish Mundus. I'll be waiting on the other side."
Dante raised a brow, "What the hell is happening?!"
Credo stood from the ground, rubbing his face from the previous blow, "He is going back to High Realm. He hasn't necessarily died, just lost the ability to appear in your realm for some time due to a serious amount of injury. It is, to say the least, very much like dying. But we musn't concentrate on that! Nero has now engaged Mundus, and if we do not help him, there's no telling what will happen.
Dante and Vergil nodded, and they all three jumped back into the fight, slicing at Mundus, right next to Nero. Mundus' booming laughter filled the air as he shrugged off all of their attacks, and stabbed through Credo, ripping the sword upward and out of Credo's shoulder. Blood spattered onto Nero. Credo faded away just as Sparda did. "Good luck...Nero."
Nero, once more watching his mentor and childhood brother-figure fall by sword, felt the rage flow through him again. It wasn't half as bad as it was for Kyrie, but it still fueled him. Nero screamed, thrusting his blade through Mundus' neck. But the sword stuck. Feeling Mundus' foot push hard into his gut, Nero flew back. Mundus tore the sword from his throat.
Vergil's eyes widened, and he looked over to Dante, "How much can this beast take."
Dante grunted, slicing at Mundus body once more, "I have no idea...perhaps we should try that old trick!"
Vergil smiled crookedly as he caught Ebony, Dante's steel, black pistol. They both went back to back, and Dante looked over his shoulder at Vergil, "Should we say it too?"
Vergil, "Makes it that much better."
Dante laughed, and as they both fired a powerful shot from the twin pistols, their favorite childhood word slipped from their mouths, "Jackpot."
The bullets twirled through the air, but, much to the twin brothers' surprise, Mundus cut through the bullets with Force Edge, four mini-explosions appearing behind him, "Fools! Is this really all you have to offer!"
Dante's and Vergil's mouths both opened slightly, before both of the blades Mundus was carrying plunged through them. Mundus ripped the swords out of the brothers, drawing them in and forming an X with his arms. Then he spun around and spread his arms out again, like a pair of scissors. Dante and Vergil fell to the ground. Vergil struggled to look over to Dante, lying in a pool of his own blood, "Have we...failed?"
Dante smiled, coughing up his own blood, "No...no, there's still one more brother...one more Son...of Sparda. And he will win this."
Vergil frowned, "Preposterous!" And then he fainted.
Dante chuckled, "Asshole..." And then he fainted as well.
Nero had long recovered from Mundus' kick, and seeing all of his friends...his family, fall. Nero felt something inside him. Some power, even more ferocious than his new devil-form. He looked up to Mundus, "You...you bastard. You may have killed my love. You may have made me relive the last moments of mentors life again. You may have slain all of my family...but you will NOT take my victory. You are DEAD!"
Nero screamed, before all of the blue, glowing skin on his body, turned completely black. Once more, his body began changing again. His white, feathery wings, turned into black, devil wings, and his blue, flaming aura turned into a purple vortex of power, swirling around him. The only thing that remained the same was his red eyes.
Mundus grunted, "What the hell is this?!"
"As I said. You. Are. Dead."