Albus Iubar
This is my first fanfic so please be gentle. This is just the beginning bit. I am going to take my time and hopefully it won't end up sucking to badly.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Devil May Cry characters but the plot(though not known yet) and my characters are mine...obviously.
Any rude flamers will be tied to a pole and beaten with a rotten salmon for three hours before being fed to my star cactus. Thank you. R+R please.
It's so easy to fall. To simply let your weight drop and gravity takes over. There is no pain in falling just a simple floating sensation as you slowly drift toward the ground. At least that is what you feel before your head hits the pavement, before your skull cracks and begins to bleed, and before the blackness begins to overcome your sight and thinking.
It was only suppose to be a simple job. A few lower classed demons were plaguing an old lady's mansion and yard, forcing her to hide inside, and call him. They were only suppose to be some rouge weaklings. Then why was he falling? Why was there a streak of crimson blood running down the side of his face?
So very slowly it seemed that the ground rose up to meet him. Ivory hung limply from his hand while its twin Ebony laid five feet away on the ground. Clutched firmly in his other hand Rebellion was useless. His hands were too cramped to release the sword.
They had overcome him using surprise to their advantage and sheer numbers. There was more than a few. Quite a few more than a few in fact and they were no low classed demons but some mid-ranged leveled demons with more power than they should have and so he was falling.
Dante's eyes were barely held open. Laying on his back he looked up at the demons who circled him like predators around their prey. What were they waiting for? Who was after him now? Who wanted him dead now so they could take over the world? He couldn't tell the difference between the demons anymore as his eye sight went fuzzy.
Some magic power had been used on him. It had drained most of his energy making it impossible to take his devil form. No clear thoughts could form in his mind anymore. The world's visage was beginning to fade. What's this? A new figure appeared. Only colors he could make out, black and green, but these colors held no significance to him. Was this a new foe? Most likely.
How could he be beaten? His egoistical nature began to clash within fighting back unconsciousness. He tried to rise but a foot on his chest prevented him. Within a moment he knew he would die. The end of Dante, the son of Sparda, had finaly come, but how?
Cold steel he could feel at his throat. The foot was pressing down. Such immense pressure meant that indeed this character was a large one.
Then suddenly it was gone.
The weight that had held him down so forcefull had dissapeared.
Echoing in his head he heard a male shout of outrage. A calm and collected voice anwsered him.
"You have seen me. You know I am real and that my people still exsist. Leave." It was a female with a voice that rang with a simple purity. Nothing like it before had he heard in this world or any for that matter. He wanted to see what she looked like, wether she was a babe or not, but his eyes couldn't focus and were barely open as it was.
White light washed over him and the world was gone.
I know it is incredibly short but this is just the introduction. Please bare with me and tell me what you think.
Panthino