It'd been a confusing turn of events. A demon had cast a spell on Dante, weaving the magic to split him apart - just like how Vergil had become V and Urizen, Dante has now split into his human and devil sides. There's no fancy name for either of them, they haven't been in the world long enough to get names.
The demon side has taken refuge up in Devil May Cry, a splitting image of the original's Sin Devil Trigger. He's waiting for comrades of Dante's to come around, because he finds the idea of surprising them to be... entertaining, to say the least.
He's been tearing his way through the rooms, destroying or defacing each one in a unique way.
All the way in Movieland, Alastor had sensed a disturbance in the Force...or rather, in the infernal contract that bound him to Dante. It hadn't been severed, but something had happened. The last thing he wanted was to meet his master again, and potentially give away the fact that he'd run away in the first place, but he had a bad feeling about this. Rachel and Blue Jr. had been concerned, but neither of them could leave Movieland without powerful magic that he was still in the process of figuring out, and so he'd left on his own.
His first stop is Devil May Cry, his master's home and the place where he'd left his original blade. What he finds is...more than a little alarming. Demonic bugs flying openly through the skies, the first newspaper he'd seen reporting on an invasion from Hell...conditions he'd thought would have been impossible after Sparda sealed the major Hellgates. And then when he looks inside the shop itself...he could say it looked like a tornado blew through, but he's intimately familiar with tornadoes, and this is far more obviously deliberate. A servant of Mundus, is his first thought. It leaves him tense, and he draws a copy of his sword as he steps through the ruined lobby, sniffing at the air. It definitely reeks of demon in here, and the ambient malice is akin to a beast roaring in his ear...
If the newly formed devil had heard the thought of 'a servant of Mundus', he'd scoff at it. Hardly. He possessed much more strength than Mundus, and a lot more sense!
He sniffs at the air himself, once Alastor has been in there for a minute or two. He can smell new demon - and a devil arm at that. While Dante had never bothered to check that closet, Redgrave had gotten a look at it. It was obvious that the weapon form was absent of any spirit.
Just as it was obvious, now, that the same spirit had come in. A loud and sinister chuckle then, from the room upstairs. Loud enough to be heard down where Alastor is. "Have you come to entertain me?"
Alastor would have argued that a sack of potatoes possessed more sense than Mundus, but that was neither here nor there.
Hearing the voice, his tail flicks back and forth. He can tell this other devil, one who smells strangely familiar and yet simultaneously new, isn't close to him yet...but with the kind of power he can sense, something like a wooden floor hardly makes for a shield.
"Sorry, if you want entertainment, you'll have to catch me at the movies. I'm just here to find out what's going on that this town's gone to Hell...or Hell's come to the town."
Or rather, the splitting of Dante was responsible for it. Who knew how much that terrible little sharpshooter had been holding back? Well, he was free now.
"Care to make something of it?" His voice is booming even louder, and he sounds no less amused than before.
Normally, he'd teleport to the source of the voice to avoid the risk of being ambushed along the way. Here, however, he simply isn't familiar enough with the layout of the building. He hadn't taken the risk of exploring while sneaking away, so now he's left to wing his way up the stairs, as cautiously as he can.
"What happened to Dante? Didn't think he was the sort to take something like this lying down."
"Wouldn't you like to know? I'm not gonna provide that information for free."
He's content to wait there for Alastor to arrive. While he waits, he goes back to trashing the room he's in. Digging his claws into the wall, he etches in some expletives.
Even a demon appreciates the little things in life.
That actually makes the demon Redgrave a bit angry, angry enough to head towards the stairs to meet Alastor at the top. How dare anyone suggest that they could take him down?
"Sorry, I don't beg. You'll just have to nurse your ego a different way."
A thought occurs to him. A responsible master would keep his Devil Arms well secured, but if Dante was a responsible master...well, things would have been a lot different. So he holds out his free hand, calling out to the true Devil Sword Alastor and willing it toward him.
Redgrave watches this, seeing the Devil Sword Alastor fly through the air towards the other devil. "Ah," he says. "I knew you smelled familiar."
No, he hadn't had any doubt about this guy's identity. But did he really feel like idling around and waiting for actual confirmation? no. He brings out Devil Sword Dante - still within him, gifted to he and not the human form - and swings it in Alastor's direction.
Fair fighting? Waiting for him to be ready? What's that?
If Alastor had dismissed the copy of his blade, he'd have been in trouble. Fortunately for him, he wasn't so foolish as to expect other devils to fight with pride. Metal clashes against metal and Alastor flies backwards, gritting his teeth as the impact nearly knocks the weapon from his hand. This one hits hard, he'll have to remember that.
"Have a fan, do I? Well then, check this!"
The Devil Arm in his hand glows as he draws on the fragment of power left inside it, and a wave of wind and lightning expands from around the devil's body, briefly obscuring his form...
Until he shoots forward, now significantly larger and more bestial looking. He swings both blades in a shearing motion, aiming to cut cleanly through his target.
Redgrave starts beating his wings to get himself away from the shearing motion. He's sure he's fast enough to avoid the shearing motion, and the power from his large wings sends a surge of wind through the room.
The wind bends around Alastor, as though the air pressure doesn't dare touch him. He gives a many fanged grin, as balls of purple lightning start to form in the air around him. His voice is distinctly deeper than it was before, with an ominous reverberation.
Redgrave's own voice is much deeper than Dante's is, not that he's being recognized as a part of him - or is he? Either way, he figures he should cut the purple lightning off before it gets to be too much trouble, and to do that means going for the source...
He spread his arms wide and conjures fire magic, through a giant ball of it forming in his chest and then exploding out of it, towards Alastor.
He waves one of his swords, sending a gust of wind toward the flames...though it could be more accurately described as a miniature tornado, tearing up the already damaged railings of the stairs and sending loose objects flying as it attempts to blow the fire aside.
The fire is strong, and not easily blown away - but the wind does keep it from moving forward, keeping it at bay. Redgrave rumbles out a displeased noise, and puts more energy behind the fire, trying to push it forward after all.
He growls, red eyes flaring brighter as he increases the force behind the wind, but even so...he knows he's going to lose this contest. He'll just have to try something else. That's his thought as he pulls back his conjured sword and flings it through the flame, both wind and his own magical control serving to propel it toward its target.
The blade is red hot when it strikes him in his center chest, and he rumbles out a discontent noise. But - he can handle this just as well as the original Dante can. Instead of pulling it out, he keeps it there, thinking it takes the blade out of commission if he does that.
Well...this guy must be tough too, if he didn't even flinch. All that leaves as an option is to dodge the flames. He drops down to the base of the stairs, floor cracking under the impact of his hooves. Under other circumstances, he might note how nice it feels to have hooves again, but right now he can't afford to think about anything but the fight.
More balls of lightning appear in the air, forming a floating minefield between him and Redgrave. Simultaneously, more blades appear in flashes of light and shoot forward, aiming to make a pincushion of the other devil.
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Thread 001 - Devil Dante
The demon side has taken refuge up in Devil May Cry, a splitting image of the original's Sin Devil Trigger. He's waiting for comrades of Dante's to come around, because he finds the idea of surprising them to be... entertaining, to say the least.
He's been tearing his way through the rooms, destroying or defacing each one in a unique way.
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His first stop is Devil May Cry, his master's home and the place where he'd left his original blade. What he finds is...more than a little alarming. Demonic bugs flying openly through the skies, the first newspaper he'd seen reporting on an invasion from Hell...conditions he'd thought would have been impossible after Sparda sealed the major Hellgates. And then when he looks inside the shop itself...he could say it looked like a tornado blew through, but he's intimately familiar with tornadoes, and this is far more obviously deliberate. A servant of Mundus, is his first thought. It leaves him tense, and he draws a copy of his sword as he steps through the ruined lobby, sniffing at the air. It definitely reeks of demon in here, and the ambient malice is akin to a beast roaring in his ear...
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He sniffs at the air himself, once Alastor has been in there for a minute or two. He can smell new demon - and a devil arm at that. While Dante had never bothered to check that closet, Redgrave had gotten a look at it. It was obvious that the weapon form was absent of any spirit.
Just as it was obvious, now, that the same spirit had come in. A loud and sinister chuckle then, from the room upstairs. Loud enough to be heard down where Alastor is. "Have you come to entertain me?"
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Hearing the voice, his tail flicks back and forth. He can tell this other devil, one who smells strangely familiar and yet simultaneously new, isn't close to him yet...but with the kind of power he can sense, something like a wooden floor hardly makes for a shield.
"Sorry, if you want entertainment, you'll have to catch me at the movies. I'm just here to find out what's going on that this town's gone to Hell...or Hell's come to the town."
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Or rather, the splitting of Dante was responsible for it. Who knew how much that terrible little sharpshooter had been holding back? Well, he was free now.
"Care to make something of it?" His voice is booming even louder, and he sounds no less amused than before.
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"What happened to Dante? Didn't think he was the sort to take something like this lying down."
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He's content to wait there for Alastor to arrive. While he waits, he goes back to trashing the room he's in. Digging his claws into the wall, he etches in some expletives.
Even a demon appreciates the little things in life.
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Granted, he's not actually that confident in his ability to win...but showing fear in this situation would be idiotic.
"You can tell me in exchange for me maybe considering sparing your life."
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That actually makes the demon Redgrave a bit angry, angry enough to head towards the stairs to meet Alastor at the top. How dare anyone suggest that they could take him down?
"You'll be begging me for yours, instead."
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A thought occurs to him. A responsible master would keep his Devil Arms well secured, but if Dante was a responsible master...well, things would have been a lot different. So he holds out his free hand, calling out to the true Devil Sword Alastor and willing it toward him.
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No, he hadn't had any doubt about this guy's identity. But did he really feel like idling around and waiting for actual confirmation? no. He brings out Devil Sword Dante - still within him, gifted to he and not the human form - and swings it in Alastor's direction.
Fair fighting? Waiting for him to be ready? What's that?
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"Have a fan, do I? Well then, check this!"
The Devil Arm in his hand glows as he draws on the fragment of power left inside it, and a wave of wind and lightning expands from around the devil's body, briefly obscuring his form...
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"Gotta try harder than that."
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The wind bends around Alastor, as though the air pressure doesn't dare touch him. He gives a many fanged grin, as balls of purple lightning start to form in the air around him. His voice is distinctly deeper than it was before, with an ominous reverberation.
"That was just a warmup."
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He spread his arms wide and conjures fire magic, through a giant ball of it forming in his chest and then exploding out of it, towards Alastor.
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"Was that supposed to achieve anything?"
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More balls of lightning appear in the air, forming a floating minefield between him and Redgrave. Simultaneously, more blades appear in flashes of light and shoot forward, aiming to make a pincushion of the other devil.
"Don't worry, that was just a taste."