" Nero STOP!! " Fin pleaded as he bolted towards the young hunter in an effort to stop him. Unfortunately Nero did not listen and charged right into Jesileth's attack. Everyone moved to pull him away but stopped dead in their tracks when the all too familiar crimson coloured blood splattered across his face. Nero stopped and wiped his face off then hurriedly checked his body for injuries.
" Kid, you alright?! " Dante called.
" It's not mine... " Nero muttered.
" Speak louder! " Vergil hissed. Nero looked up, his face still speckled with blood.
" I-it's not mine!... " Nero's eyes widened with what he saw next, Yamato clashing to the ground as the cold steel's clatter echoed through the still air.
" My my... What a waste. I was hoping to save you for last you know... " Jesileth huffed rather unimpressed. He ripped his hand out of his victim's body and flicked the crimson life off to his side.
" POPS! " Dante yelled as he and his brother ran to their father's side just as Sparda fell to his knees. Right before Jesileth's arm made contact with Nero; Sparda had quickly bolted in front of the attack and took the blow for himself. Jesileth's arm had penetrated right through the dark knight's heart, obliterating the surrounding bone sending the shards through his lungs like hundreds of tiny blades.
" Father what were you thinking! " Vergil barked as he rolled Sparda onto his back, Dante right beside him with an overly concerned look on his face.
" Pops, we coulda handled that... " Dante stammered choking past the lump forming in his throat.
" There was no reason for you to do that. " Vergil continued to bark coldly.
" Boys... Please... Enough... " Sparda choked through his blood. " I'm supposed... To be dead... As it is... You both... Know that... " He stopped momentarily and coughed violently making the twins cringe and cast upset and worried glances at each other as their father's white shirt was dyed a deeper crimson. " Besides that... What good would it serve... To let Nero die...? "
" Sparda I.. I could have taken care of that myself I-... " Nero was cut off by Sparda waving his hand in the air dismissing his comment.
" I'm more than happy... To die protecting my family Nero... I'd rather die like this... Then die serving Mundus... " He muttered, his voice growing raspier with every breath.
" Pops, stop talking you're making it worse. We'll get you some help just hang in there alright? " Dante pleaded. Sparda simply shook his head with a smile plastered on his face.
" No Dante... It's my time... I'm just... So happy that... I could see you boys all grown up... " Sparda placed a hand on each of his sons faces and smiled even wider. " I'm sorry... I wasn't there... When your mother died... But I'm glad you two... stayed so strong... I love you... my sons... " As the last few words left Sparda's mouth, he closed his eyes one final time and slipped into an eternal slumber. His body went limp as his hands fell to his sides and his head slumped to the side signalling the last of his spirit had left them when a glittering stream of salty water trickled from the demons closed eye. Sparda the Legendary Dark Knight, was dead.
All was silent for a while, an eerie silent one that usually comes with the passing of a loved one in a traumatic way such as this. It was only broken by Jesileth clapping and suddenly speaking out.
" Well said, well said. Now are we done being a bunch of martyrs or is there more? "
" You... You BASTARD!! " Dante howled angrily and charged Jesileth who spread his arms welcoming the half devil's wrath. Dante wrapped his arms around the ginger haired demon and brought him down to the ground. The demon hunter delivered a series of vicious blows to the demons face cracking the mask on one side before he picked him up and sent him spiralling through the air with a roundhouse kick to the side of his head. Jesileth staggered upwards only to collide with a statue making it shatter as his heavy body fell through it and straight to the ground.
" Dante you gotta stop! " Summit yelled from his safe spot. Fin kept his hand against him to keep him further away from the ginger haired demon then he was for fear of his brother being killed yet again.
" I'm not through with this guy yet! " Dante snapped back. Just as Dante was about to turn back Jesileth shot upright and made a beeline right for the hunter's torso with his hand. The remaining members of the group all called to him to move but Dante couldn't hear them in the moment. Suddenly one voice broke through to him.
" Move you idiot! " Memphis appeared right beside him and smashed his forearm into Dante's body snapping his arm as he flew backwards out of the way just as Jesileth's hand broke right through the king's gut making him howl in agony.
" Oh dear. It appears we do still have a few martyrs in the group after all. " Jesileth ripped his hand out of Memphis's body sideways tearing his stomach open while a shower of his black blood rained down onto the soil. " Pity that it had to be my eldest son... " Just before Memphis could fully react Jesileth wrapped his hand around his neck and lifted him off the ground choking the life out of him.
Present moment
It was quite clear to everyone by the look on the kings face that even HE wasn't expecting things to work out this way. The midnight coloured blood poured down his face as he struggled in his father's cold iron grip gasping for air and howling out of frustration. Memphis knew exactly how he'd gotten into this situation, but he couldn't bring himself to believe or admit it, even to himself. It wasn't like him to sacrifice himself for anyone other than his brother which Dante was obviously not. He could feel himself slowly losing consciousness which only aggravated him even further. The king was sure he was about to pass out when a sudden rush of air into his lungs snapped him out of it and he realized his was on the ground now holding his own throat. Memphis looked up blearily and just vaguely made out an image of Dante kneeling beside him.
" Yo, Tennessee! You still alive or have you finally kicked the bucket old man?! " He spoke with slight concern. Memphis propped himself up a little confused and cast a small glare at Dante as he looked around trying to figure out what was going on.
" Memphis? " Nero called trying to get the king to snap out of his daze. Finally Memphis realized what was happening and he shot up on his feet.
" Where is he? Which one of you attacked him?! " He growled demanding an answer.
" Calm down King. " Summit mused from behind him with his arms thrown casually behind his head. " Your father's just taking a bit of a break right now. "
" What the hell d'you mean he's taking a bit of a break right now Summit... "
" He was volun-told for a little rock climbing " Summit laughed to himself as he pointed to the cliff leading down to the boiling pit of molten rock below the crumbled main alter. Memphis narrowed his eyes at the situation then turned to the half devil's standing to his left.
" Which one of you was it? " He growled. The young hunter's all exchanged confused looks with one another before looking back to the king.
" Which one of us was what? " Dante asked clearly stupefied.
" Don't play games with me.! Which one of you did that! " Memphis howled growing increasingly impatient with them.
" It wasn't any of us... " Nero finally spoke up.
" Then who was it, because I highly doubt it was Lucien, Summit or that good for nothing Red Eyes... " Memphis continued to bark.
" It was him. " Nero pointed behind Memphis at another ginger haired man standing with Fin and Summit. Memphis turned his head to continue with his lecture but stopped dumbfounded by who he saw standing there.
" Holy Christ... Mikey? " The man standing there with Fin and Summit was none other than Memphis's fraternal twin brother...
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Devil May Cry: Revolution
FanfictionFriendships will be tested, brothers will be brought together and torn apart and a king will realize his limits. It all starts when the flames of the palace burn their brightest and an innocents blood is spilled. PREQUEL to my other story, Devil May...
Chapter 14
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