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Supreme Ruler
It's been quite some time since I've been here. But I've been yearning to write again and I need feedback. So, I've come up with this. It serves as a........somewhat episode that happens between DMC4 and what would be DMC5. It stars Nero with supporting characters Dante, Kyrie, and a new character, Abel, along with an appearance by Vergil.
"It has been a couple years after the events in Fortuna have occured. We see Nero, broken and depressed, as he is having a hard time starting a new life from his old home. Kyrie and he have moved to a metropolis now, hoping things would come by easy. But, for this young devil hunter, life has become far from easy."
Chapter 1
The rain beated down hard on Nero's coat as he walked down the sidewalk of the city streets. The noise of beeping cars and people yelling had always annoyed Nero, but the sound of the rain pouring down seemed to make things better today. It made him at peace, somewhat. He approached an dark alley, where there was an entrance to a bar. As he walked in, and the rain dripped down from his coat, the bartender looked at him and screamed, "Watch it buddy I just mopped that floor up!"
"My apologies, sir," Nero replied, giving the man a sarcastic stare. Everyone was staring at him as he pulled his hood down, revealing his silver, silky hair. Nero heard whispers of "What's wrong with him," and "He looks strange," coming from the many customers inside. He ignored them though, as he could care less what "they" thought. Taking a seat, the bartender began talking to Nero, saying "Haha, we don't get many people like you around here."
"Well, there aren't many people like me out there. I guess you could say I'm one of a kind."
"One of a kind, huh?" The bartender began to laugh to himself. Nero gave him a dark stare.
"Just get me a glass of scotch," he ordered.
"Whatever you say, freak." Nero sighed, and turned his chair around to look at the other people. They stopped staring at him, finally. He heard a voice in his head, telling him something
"Humans. Pathetic waste. So weak, no power. They must all be......"
"Shut up!" Nero yelled out loud. Everyone began staring at him again, as if though he really were crazy.
"I was just trying to get your drink, now no yelling at me buddy!" the bartender screamed at Nero. This voice, it's always been echoing in his head. It had been going on ever since the events of Fortuna. It had been driving him insane ever since.
"Something has to give soon," Nero thought to himself. He put his hood back up and bolted out of the bar. The bartender yelled at him, "Don't ya want your drink?"
Nero could care less for that stuff right now though. He had it with the constant public humiliation. The time has come where enough has been enough. There was this burning desire inside of Nero that had wanted to get to the bottom of all of this. As the rain beat down on him and it dripped off his coat, he looked at his right arm and remembered those words that Sanctus had said to him in Fortuna, "Indeed, you have inherited Sparda's power."
to be continued.....
As said before, I would appreciate feedback from you guys =]
"It has been a couple years after the events in Fortuna have occured. We see Nero, broken and depressed, as he is having a hard time starting a new life from his old home. Kyrie and he have moved to a metropolis now, hoping things would come by easy. But, for this young devil hunter, life has become far from easy."
Chapter 1
The rain beated down hard on Nero's coat as he walked down the sidewalk of the city streets. The noise of beeping cars and people yelling had always annoyed Nero, but the sound of the rain pouring down seemed to make things better today. It made him at peace, somewhat. He approached an dark alley, where there was an entrance to a bar. As he walked in, and the rain dripped down from his coat, the bartender looked at him and screamed, "Watch it buddy I just mopped that floor up!"
"My apologies, sir," Nero replied, giving the man a sarcastic stare. Everyone was staring at him as he pulled his hood down, revealing his silver, silky hair. Nero heard whispers of "What's wrong with him," and "He looks strange," coming from the many customers inside. He ignored them though, as he could care less what "they" thought. Taking a seat, the bartender began talking to Nero, saying "Haha, we don't get many people like you around here."
"Well, there aren't many people like me out there. I guess you could say I'm one of a kind."
"One of a kind, huh?" The bartender began to laugh to himself. Nero gave him a dark stare.
"Just get me a glass of scotch," he ordered.
"Whatever you say, freak." Nero sighed, and turned his chair around to look at the other people. They stopped staring at him, finally. He heard a voice in his head, telling him something
"Humans. Pathetic waste. So weak, no power. They must all be......"
"Shut up!" Nero yelled out loud. Everyone began staring at him again, as if though he really were crazy.
"I was just trying to get your drink, now no yelling at me buddy!" the bartender screamed at Nero. This voice, it's always been echoing in his head. It had been going on ever since the events of Fortuna. It had been driving him insane ever since.
"Something has to give soon," Nero thought to himself. He put his hood back up and bolted out of the bar. The bartender yelled at him, "Don't ya want your drink?"
Nero could care less for that stuff right now though. He had it with the constant public humiliation. The time has come where enough has been enough. There was this burning desire inside of Nero that had wanted to get to the bottom of all of this. As the rain beat down on him and it dripped off his coat, he looked at his right arm and remembered those words that Sanctus had said to him in Fortuna, "Indeed, you have inherited Sparda's power."
to be continued.....
As said before, I would appreciate feedback from you guys =]