Mission 1: From bad to worse

The two eighteen year old twin brothers Dante and Virgil looked how the giant monster name Arkaham went down on his own hunger for power. Vergil had resurrected the tower Temen-ni-Gruder witch separated the human world from the demon world to get the sword of their father, which he had used to seal the Gates of Hell. The then still human Arkaham had cheated him to get the sword for himself. Dante is gone off to stop him, mostly because on that night he was bored and the gigantic tower full of demons appeared almost right in front of his shop.

Dante had never contested so many fights as in the past hours but now his body slowly succeeded to his limit, even if he had an temporarily teamed up with Virgil to defied Arkaham. He hoped that his brother couldn't stand much longer ether because this cease-fire will not last forever.

Arkaham disappeared and what only remained were the sword Sparda and the two necklaces of Dante and Virgil, which fell to the ground which obviously led directly into a hole in the demon world. Dante hesitated whether he should jump around behind but when he saw how his brother did it, he did it too.

In flight, both catch their necklace before they landed on the ground. They looked up and saw that the sword Sparda was in the middle from the two. Both sprinted, going to grab the sword. Virgil took the slashing weapon first and struck Dante with it, which could barely dodge the attack.

"Give me that," ordered Virgil as he pointed with the sword at Dante's hand in which he had his necklace.

"Forget it," he replied as he put his chain in his pocket, because it is too dangerous to put it around his neck, as past events have shown, "you have your own."

The half-demon in the blue coat went into battle position, "but I want yours too."

The red half-demon went loosely around his twin brother, "what are you going to do with so much power, huh?" He stopped and gave an unusually serious look for him.

"No matter how hard you'll try, you'll never be like father."

That probably hit a nerve in Virgil because he rushed screaming on Dante: "You're wasting my time!"

Dante drew his broadsword rebellion of his back and blocked at the last second Virgil hit with Force Edge.

Both jumped back again but instead go at each other, they analyzed their environment. It certainly was not what they had expected of the Demon World, they were in a dense green forest, there was a cheerful sunshine and birds chirped almost like a fairy tale, not the Ideal background for their bloody fight.

Was this really the demon world? They had imagined much darker, but it was no longer the world in which they've been just yet, something seemed to the atmosphere to be different but Dante could not put his finger on it, he was too exhausted and fending of the struggle, and he had no time to rack his brain about it.

Virgil changed quickly to his Katana Yamato and thus shout a blue shockwave at Dante, dodging was the only thing he could do.

They had viewed the environment enough, neither of the two brothers wanted to give the others more time than necessary to recover.

Dante's Rebellion had to simultaneously take on Vergil's Yamato and Force Edge, it helped that he had the battle armor Beowulf on, which roses Dante's reflexes and strength.

Dante's mouth began to dry up as he parried the blows of his brother while looking for an opening to strike without allowing himself open to attack.

Then he saw it, for a fraction of a second was Virgil's left shoulder bare, enough time so that Dante could attack with his sword.

Blood splattered on the floor.

Unfortunately, Vergil had done him the same and Force Edge rammed into his shoulder, for a few moments they stood there, with the sword of each other in the shoulder before they jumped back to regroup.

Dante fell to his knees, shoring up on his sword. Meanwhile Virgil standing upright, trembling but still in the upper hand.

Shit, Dante cursed inwardly. In any other situation he would laughed at such a wound but even a demon has its limits. Slowly Dante struggled up to his feet. His body could no longer withstand the capabilities of Beowulf and so he let the armor disappear, as it was nothing more than unnecessary burden at the moment.

Dante set his sword on Virgil. "Let us finish this, brother!" gasped the red half-demon with Virgil short shot the image of a young Dante in his mind who wants to play with his brother with wooden swords. He must have already lost too much blood.

Virgil stroked his hair back in order and wiped the red juice off. "As you wish, Dante. This is going to be our last blow", Virgil said monotonously, but Dante saw something like a smile on his face. Man, Lady just had to shoot him in the head, now he's seeing things.

Both half-demons were getting ready to attack but they were stopped by a young woman's voice. "Stop!" Both saw the source of the voice, a girl about their age revealed out of the woods behind Dante.

She wore a suit of armor that protected her torso and shoulders, among that she had a white sweater on, she was also wearing a black Knee length skirt and long boots further on she held a simple sword in her hand. But what shot Dante most in the eye was her long scarlet hair. It did not seem like it was dyed. He had never seen such intense red hair before but with his snow White hair he is probably not the one to wonder.

She looked kind of hot out but she was not really his type, he had had his experiences with armed women, not recommended. At first he did not notice it but this woman has magical powers, which was strange she seemed to be one hundred percent human apparently, no demons in the family.

Dante's gaze went back to the place where Virgil should be, but to his surprise he found that his twin was gone.

"What the-" Dante's sentence was interrupted as he began to spit blood.

That's it, he has exceeded his limit since a long time and without an opponent he has no reason to ignore the struggle of his body.

Again, Dante had shore up on his sword so his face don't made contact with the ground. A quiet cursing escaped his lips as the girl from before was nourished him carefully.

"Do not worry, I do not bite," he reassured her, "at least not in this state."

He tried to smile but he split out blood again.

"I can see that," said the red-haired teen as she dropped her sword, "but even the bite of a wounded dog can hurt."

How gladly would Dante answer that, but he had to keep his strength to recover as soon as possible. Within a few minutes, he should be able to milk that pigeon.

The white-haired teenager sink along his rebellion to the bottom in order to sit down, his sword leaned in on his uninjured shoulder.

"The name is Dante and with whom have I the pleasure?"

"Elza Scarlett of the Fairy Tail guild," She introduced herself almost military in front of him.

"Well, Elza why you interrupted my fight?" Dante asked, but when he took the area a little further under the microscope he could almost answer his question on his own.

"You almost took the whole forest apart!"

"That would have been the final blow," Dante justified himself, yawning, "what harm would be done with that?"

Elza looked at him a little confused. "If I had not kept you, you two had killed each other," she said, with a little concern in her voice.

"Perhaps it would be better so," Dante muttered under his nose.

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, nothing," the man in red leather coat sighed as he stood up and placed his sword back on his back, "I have to go than."

Dante went towards a random direction while Elza looked irritated after him. "How can you recover so fast?"

"I've got that habit from my dad," Dante yelled at her when he was almost out of sight. Unhappy with the answer she ran after him.

"Wait, where are you going?"

Dante raised an eyebrow, actually a good question: Where was he going now? He was no longer in his old world and the Portal then was gone too. Then he realized to know where he wants to go he firstly needs to know where he actually is.

Dante turned to Elza and asked: "Which way to the next town?"

"The nearest town would be Magnolia. I can show you the way I have to go there myself. "

Elza did not understand this man somehow; he seemed to be quite nice but this bloody battle with this man whom he called brother. Did he really want to kill him even for the cost of his own life? She took a closer look at his clothes, she noticed that it was barely holding together, his red leather coat had shot holes, a hole on his back which seemed to be from a sword, his right sleeve was missing, and those were just the things that immediately catch her eye. It must been a long day for him, even if it is only three o'clock. He had a sword strapped to his back the blade of which was as big as he was, moreover, he had two pistols, one black and one white. She knew not particularly much about guns but they locked quite expensive.

Was he mage or mercenary? For a mage he would be unusually muscular, maybe even for a mercenary but he pressed an incredible amount of magic energy.

"Tell me what kind of guild you belong to?" Elza asked cautiously, depending on whether it is a mercenary or Mages Guild she already had her answer.

Dante looked a little confused as he answered: "I wanted to ask you before; what is a guild?"

Elza could not believe her ears, how can someone not know what a guilds is? Almost every major city has at least one.

"These are places where magicians gather take on missions together. You have to-"" I get it, "Dante interrupted her," I get the image. "

The principle is thus the same as for allrounder, Dante answered himself.

"Where are you from anyway? I do not think that I've seen you here before. "

Dante scratched the back of his head as he sighed. "Is it far to Magnolia? Because that can take a while. "