A figure pushes his hands through the dirt, and drags his head out from under the earth. Lightning strikes.

Gromit: I'm alive!

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Mundus, Prince of Darkness, lay broken and bleeding upon the stone floor. He shivered and coughed, but the pain was too great for his to move. A deep hatred rose up inside him, a boiling mass of rage that threatened to master him if he could not think of something, anything, that would help his predicament. A small Blade sidled up to him, its scaly skin reflecting the dull red of its master's eyes.

"What are your orderssss massster?" it hissed carefully, not looking the great demon in the eyes.

Mundus sighed. He was going to die, and he knew it. The damage was too great, and he was not strong enough to heal by himself. The demon hunter had won.

Sparda, had thwarted him again!

Mundus roared, causing the blade to leap back in terror;

"Find the devil hunter" he screamed "Kill him, do not stop until he is nothing more than cinders and ash"

"Well we did... Eh... Try that sssir" the Blade pointed out reasonably.

""Shut up!" shouted Mundus. Suddenly his mind began too race, the one thing that might be his salvation. Surely he had a plan B? A plan that would be put into action if he failed. He never expected to fail, but just in case.

But of course, he did have a plan B, the plan to ruin the Devil Hunters life for ever, even if he would not be around to see it.

"Bring me the three!" he growled "Fo, Retcarahc, and Tou"

"But masssster we do not know what havoc they will reap upon the earth!" the servant hissed in fright. He was afraid of Mundus. But if the Three came to power....

"Asss you wish" it said, seeming displeased.

Minutes later, the blade was returning leading three creatures by the neck. They were bound together by heavy chains. Other demons were holding ropes bound to the creature's arms, hoping that they could restrain them. But the demons looked slightly helpless.

One of the creatures took the form of a pale, obese woman. Her head looked down at her bare feet which were metre long and lumpy, with black nails. Her fat head was huge, and a thick curtain of black hair with red and purple highlights hid most of her face, which was white, save for the dark circles around her eyes and mouth, from which protruded two sharp canines. She wore a skin tight black t-shirt that hugged her shapeless stomach, which descended to a point to somewhere around her knees. Her black trousers were torn, for she had tried to force her legs into a pair ten sizes too small. Black fish-nets grew out of welts in her flesh, becoming trapped on everything in the near vicinity. The creatures name was "Retcarahc", bearer of sadness and drainer of hope.

The smallest of the creatures was Tuo, also female as thin as a stick. Her skin was slightly pink, and her hair was long and blond, but seemed not to be made out of individual hairs so much as comprised of slippery ropes. Her sapphire eyes were the most unsettling thing about her. They were far too big to be on any normal face, but hers was round to accommodate them. Strangely, her nose and mouth were tiny in proportion to the rest of her features. Her shirt was white as was the knee high socks, but her small skirt was red, as was the scarf around her neck. Her shoes were red too; they seemed to be more suited as slippers. Though she seemed smallest and weakest, she was the one that the demons feared above all. Tuo, bearer of chaos and mindlessness.

The last creature took the form of a teenage boy, with ginger hair and a spattering of freckles. His eyes were red, and his mouth was curved in a cocky sneer. His shoulders were overly muscular, as though he dined every day on steroids and exercise equipment. He wore an open brown leather coat, but no shirt, revealing his eight pack abs, with a Chinese dragon tattooed across it. His green trousers were coated in pockets, and a huge sword hung from his back. His teeth around his head and tangled in his hair were his headgear, connected by thick steel cables too his braces settled on his uneven, tombstone teeth. Fo, bearer of rage and battle.

Mundus stared at them for a moment, then said;

"My servants."

They glanced up at him now, each of them displeased at being called servants. Fo, in particular, looked somewhat murderous.

"I have a favour to ask of you"

This time they looked interested.

"Since you were created, I believed you were a terrible mistake" he rumbled "I believed no one should have such power. The weapons I create had become too effective, for the chaos you would unleash would surely be my undoing. But my time is over. And this world shall end with me"

He looked them all in the eye before saying finally;

"You must find Dante Sparda and ruin him"

"Why not just KILL him," growled Fo, pulling his sword from his back and waving it around energetically. He swished the blade down effortlessly killing roughly eight demons at once with his amazing skill. He didn't even break a sweat.

Mundus growled to himself and said grumpily;

"Calm down Fo, we're all very impressed," said Mundus sarcastically. "No, we need to ruin his world if we are to be successful," he glanced at Tuo and intones; "Tuo, you go first. Turn his world upside down, cause chaos in his life, as many things as you can think of"

She nodded once, smiled happily and let loose an affirmative squeak causing all the demons to flinch. She scampered up the walls, and disappeared.

"You two" Mundus said to the remaining creatures "Prepare your minions for battle"

The other two left, and started their work. In their workshops, they created their masterpieces. Creatures that could not be stopped, that was perfect in every way. More than a match for Dante.

Mundus grinned. Tuo would create awful situations for Dante. People would act strangely around him, and he himself would be so confused that he would not know what to do when the demon's minions struck.

He threw back his head and laughed, the deep rumbling roar echoed throughout the entire underworld.

Dante's life was about to become a really bad fanfic.

Its short, but its just to get the idea across. More soon.

Meow,

Gromit.