Sparks flew from the most powerful blade ever forged on earth, handled by one of the most powerful beings ever born.

Every time the swords struck each other with force, it caused lighting bolts to shoot out in all directions.

Clear blue eyes locked onto the bloody red ones of the enemy he was battling. His grip ever tight around the hilt of the sword, never faltering once. Each step he took was in time with the demon. To any looking, it was a very impressive death dance.

Heat vapour rose from the battling demons, intermingled with misty heavy breaths from the strong warriors. None of the battlers cared that it was bitterly cold, they wanted the other dead.

Sweat poured from them, they had been engaged in combat for over an hour. Not one had gained an upper hand in the battle. It seemed like they were matched, stroke for bone breaking stroke.

The clanking and clinking of the swords were only interrupted by the small soft cries of a small baby on top of a marble alter. The babe's mother lay dead to the side, forgotten by the two warriors.

The moves from the warriors where fast, fluid and graceful. The slightly smaller blue eyed warrior moved with lighting speed and agility. Never once letting up on his relentless and unceasing attack.

He was fuelled by the cries of the baby, his heart breaking into a million pieces as he fought. His legendary strength beginning to fail him. The giant sword of Sparda grew heavier with every stoke he took.

No…must try harder. I can't fail…not this time, he thought with grim determination.

White, almost silver hair fell into his blue eyes, almost making him blink. Expertly but tiredly, he dodged stroke after stroke but the blade of his enemy getting ever closer.

"Give it up Dante, son of Sparda. You will not win this fight," the demon gargled his response as though he heard the tired demon's mind.

"Get to fuck you sick son of a bitch," Dante hissed.

The larger demon seemed to enjoy the new found anger from Dante, knowing full well that anger was essential to complete the very special task he had been charged with.

"Hahaha," the demon laughed, it infuriated the smaller warrior.

On pure anger Dante struck his final blow, the blade slicing through empty air before finally resting in the cold concrete floor of the room.

The ground vibrated as the sword impacted with it. Dante released his grip before the demon he was fighting took his arm off. He span round gracefully before coming up from behind.

He transformed into his ultimate form and gave a low and angry growl. He stretched his long leathery red and black wings and emitted a second more bone piercing scream.

The small baby screamed in response, demanding attention from it's parents.

Ever the loyal and loving parent, Dante back flipped and gave an impressive forward over to the baby and gently placed a clawed hand on the baby boy's forehead. Instantly soothing the infant.

"It's okay…it's okay," he whispered, his opponent forgotten as he soothed his son.

"I'll make the bad man go away…" he leaned forward and gently kissed the soft forehead of his son before placing a tight grip on his ever faithful guns, "On that, I vow."

"Dante, this can all stop if you join us. It isn't that bad," the demon growled, "I mean, the dental plan isn't much but you end up being immortal anyhow so it kinda cancels itself out."

Dante raised a fiery fist and rammed it into the demon's face, "I'd renegotiate the dental plan. You need it."

Unbeknown to the legendary warrior, a second demon was slowly making it's slimy way to him. A dark and powerful dagger held in it's grip.

Taking Dante's soul was going to be difficult but the master had already incanted the age old spell onto the blade and all that was required was to plunge it into the half demon's chest.

How long could the son of Sparda keep up the fight for? Surely he must be tired, the fight must be taking a toll on his over abused muscles.

The female demon watched as the legendary sword Dante carried seemed to get even heavier with every passing struck, the end was near. She could taste it.

Dante staggered back, reeling from a blow to the face. He lifted a hand to wipe away the flowing blood.

"What the hell do you want with me?!" he hissed, "I don't do the bounty stuff any more. I'm a fucking family guy now."

"Sekhmet wants you to become her general for the Apocalypse. She wants you to be by her side and rule both heaven and hell," the demon answered.

Who? What? Where? When and the usual why?! Dante paused for a split second, trying to regain his failing strength.

That pause lead to his down fall.

He felt a second pair of slimy hands grab him around his chest and started to pull him backwards. His legs gave way like they were made of jelly and he went with the backwards motion.

The first demon he was fighting with leapt on him and something was passed between the two demons. Dante struggled to raise his head, trying to spot what they had in their deformed hands but only found his head being restrained by something.

He screamed in unbearable pain as he felt something pierce the hard armour of his demon form to his heart. Tears blurred his vision and he found that he was afraid.

Afraid for his life…afraid for the life of his infant son. Just afraid.

"There…we gave you the choice to join willingly but you refused," a voice gargled from behind, "She will be pleased when we haul your carcass back to her."

Yeah…whatever, Dante barely managed.

He closed his eyes, hoping to see the white light and the end of the tunnel. All he saw was darkness and he heard the sounds of his son suddenly being stopped.

His world stopped there and then and shortly after that, so did his heart.

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My first devil may cry chapter. Just setting up the dark and depressing them to it right now and I hope you enjoyed it. I'm a big fan of Egyptian myths and stuff so that will feature in it.

Oh…yeah…I'm one of those annoying little authors that have tons of stories on the go and never seems to finish 'em before the muse bites my ass to write another….lol.