This is a DMC/Highschool DxD crossover story. I've only been able to see a few stories sadly, and if they were real nice, they had like 6 chaps. I've read one with about 27 chapters and I really liked it so I got the idea to do one myself too.
I don't say that my story is going to be better than the rest, not at all, I'll just try harder.Because I think that 2k words for one chapter, is simply not enough. This story is focusing on Vergil, or more, his human half, V. How he, after being fused wrong with Urizen ended somewhere entirely different.
PLEASE KEEP IN MIND THAT THIS IS MERELY A PROLOGUE, SO 2K WORDS FOR IT ARE OKAY, JUST NOT FOR THE FOLLOWING CHAPTERS.
~o~o~O~o~o~
It had been done. The demon king Urizen had finally fallen. By the hand of his own brother, the demon once called Vergil, once again found his demise at his brother's hands. He had been impaled by the new devil sword, the devil sword Dante.
Despite having eaten the fruit, the Qlipoth bore by drinking human blood and thriving on it, which gave him an ungodly amount of power, the elder of the two brothers was yet still inferior and may have won the prior battles, but the war, he yet still lost.
It may have also been thanks to Dante absorbing the Sparda, which granted him the lion's share of their father's power, plus the rebellion fusing his most inner demon with himself, having him tap into his dormant powers and attaining the Sin Devil Trigger.
So collapsing onto his back, Urizen had lost, blood gushing out of his "heart" creating a pool of the red vital liquid which surrounded the dark blue horror inflicting demon king.
Dante had landed on his feet a second ago and took a deep breath, knowing that his hot headed, to said person unknown, nephew, was about to arrive.
Both Nero and a dying V were huddling over to the legend's position, with prior calling out the elder's name in anger.
They both talked briefly about the demon king's true nature, Dante confirming it and V going ahead to end the entity that had terrorized Red Grave City.
The shaggy haired devil hunter wanted to stop the dying demon contractor, but to no avail. With the last request to be allowed to end it with his own hands, Vergil's human half made his way towards his demon one.
Reaching the coloss, the black coat wearer climbed on top of it and slowly rose up to full height. He supported his weight on his cane, grinning at the fallen king.
"In the last throes of defeat, I see..."He mocked, kneeling onto one knee."Do not struggle, for if you can't even defeat me, you have already lost..."He added, this time getting a response.
"I will...not...lose...not to Dante...I need Power...more Power."he spoke, V smiling once more."..I know. We are the same, you and I, but I have lost you and you have lost me. Yet, we are connected by that one feeling."
The two conversed, Dante narrowing a curious eyebrow. It grew a whole lot suspicious as the weakened devil hunter rose his cane, the youngest son of Sparda instantly catching the gist and rushing for the black haired...
.
.
.
.
He didn't think that it'd end like that. That he'd be struck by a Stinger from Dante just before he could fuse with his demon half. He had already impaled his cane into the monstrous demon king, but at the same time, Dante's sin devil trigger's speed caught up to V and enabled the younger descendant of Sparda to pierce him through the back with the devil sword Dante.
The energy that exploded after these events, didn't only knock Nero back and Dante out of his sin devil trigger, but also made Urizen and V disappear.
The sheer force raged on for almost 3 whole minutes, a rainbow coloured beacon tearing through the skies with a devastating pressure.
Nero was unable to get up because the force kept him pinned down, his uncle in a similar state, both growling because they wanted to escape that vortex, unable to fight that power.
So the white haireds were more than happy when the pressure ended and they could get up again, but more than merely infuriated when they saw both figures missing.
"You fucking kiddin me?!Come back you fucking assholes!"Nero roared, being the hothead he simply was...
Dante simple sighed, the legendary devil hunter knowing he'd have to wait now. He thought to have seen the two signature slashes of a traditional japanese katana in the whirl and it'd explain the disappearance of Vergil.
"Cool your jets, kid. He's gone...for now. He'll come back. He and I got a score to settle, he's probably even more intent on settling it than I am.The shaggy white haired spoke, shaking his head and resting a hand on his hips as well as resting his quickly before summoned sword on one shoulder.
"Well at least now, I don't have to deal with it. I'll give ya a shout if he comes back, maybe."The elder devil hunter said, making his way towards one end of the Qlipoth's top's edge.
"Hold on, I know you're just fucking with me again, I got all the power I need, right here, you hear?!"Nero roared at the younger son of Sparda.
He took a glance over his shoulder, sighing with a smile that showed a faint hope in sth."One day, you'll understand..."
"Understand what?!"The younger of the two barked, pissed off by the fact of being left in the dark about almost everything.
"You'll see when the time comes, kid, until we meet again because of that dumbass brother of mine, Adios."With that he let himself fall backwards, off the Qlipoth, transforming into his Sin Devil Trigger while descending.
Nero ran up to the edge where his somewhat mentor just let himself fall off from, staring after him.
"Dante, you stupid son of a-..."
~o~o~O~o~o~
In a space of nothing but black, stood a figure that had recently fused back with it's rejected humanity. He wore a dark blue coat with lighter blue designs over it, three coattails which were lightly tattered, a pair of dark pants, a dark vest, dark shoes and held a traditional japanese katana in his hand.
It was the Yamato, the sword able to cut through everything, the sword used by Sparda himself to seal the hell gates back around the time the former wielded it.
The man had white, combed back hair, blue eyes and a serious expression on his face, as if he was born with it and couldn't change it.
Before him glew three orbs. One was a dark, crimson red, another, a dark, sapphire blue and the last, a radiating amethyst purple.
You could see the anger and hate in the man's eyes as he moved his thumb to push the scrabbard of the Katana up, unsheathing the sword. The killing intent in the man's eyes was almost able to be literally touchable, as an purple aura surrounded the figure.
He was about to slay the orbs, as they shone in a too bright colour for his eyes to take on, forcing him to shield his eyes instead of commencing the attack. In the midst of it, he began to hear voices.
He could only remember one, clearly, a human like one. The other two seemed so distant, more animalic. He heard a lion/tiger like growling and another, monstrous, this time unrecognizable sound.
The orbs began to fly around him, drawing circles around him, getting faster with time, dizzying the white haired.
"You can't kill what's already dead, and a demon, is a demon, even in death!"The humane beast voice said, followed by the lion like growling and the monstrous noises.
"You have lost me and I've lost you."Another voice said.
"Without power, you can't protect anything, not the people you love, but especially not yourself."He heard himself say.
The figure dropped to one knee, crying out in great anguish as he felt like he burned up from within. His hair began to flow up, his clothes burning, the flames soaring upwards, incinerating and changing his clothes as well as his general built. Tattoos formed on his now exposed arms and chest and his voice went through changes too.
He sounded a whole lot different and his sword turned to a cane, his clothing materializing anew now too. As the painful transformation began to die down, the figure now wore an open black coat now, that showed off both his arms and upper body. It was held together by a pair of strings and a sort of vest. He also donned a pair of black pants now with a steel belt and to wrap it up, he now wore sandals instead of his boots too.
After the forceful transformation his hair stopped flowing and dropped in his face. As it fell, the white was replaced by black and he took deep breathes.
"You are weak. You're nothing but my rejected humanity. You were close to reuniting me with me, but Dante stopped you. You're merely a shell, a nothing. I'll break it to you right away..." A known voice spoke.
"There is no Dante, no Nero or anyone else. You're on your own now. This is a new world, but you're objective should stay the same if you seek survival. Urizen, as you called him, is in this world too. You've got a few months until everything will be like back then for you, enjoy...Kuoh."
The voice explained and stopped speaking.
The dark around the broken man began to become fuzzy before it knocked the black haired out completely, him collapsing in the nothingness.
~o~o~O~o~o~
In an rather elderly designed building, a soft mumbling could be heard, a dark haired figure's eyes pinching together before reluctantly opening half way, closing twice before being able to maintain the state of half open.
It alerted two other people in the room, as they turned their focus from one another to the black coat wearing individual.
"President, he's waking up."A black haired woman with violet eyes and a voluptuous stature stated, a glint of excitement in her purple orbs.
She wore a school uniform of sorts, consisting of a black and white striped shirt, a bow tying it, a red skirt with black accents and black knee high socks as well as brown dress shoes.
"It seems so."The other person replied. She had crimson red hair and teal blue eyes, wearing the same uniform the woman next to her wore.
Unlike the other person's excitement, caution filled her eyes. She observed, as the figure on the couch groaned in seeming pain, heaving one arm of it up to it's face, holding it in anguish.
The black haired woman was about to approach the newbie, but the redhead held her back by extending an arm in front of the violet eyed, showing her thoughts by her intense stare on the unknown figure.
After a few moments, the man began to sit up slowly, obviously struggling to do so. He began taking in the surroundings a bit, having taken a look at the ceiling long enough for his liking.
He saw some paintings, looking forward, some shelfs and old silverware behind glass doors looking to the right and two genuinely surprised females looking at him, as he stared to the left.
It was the red haired to word her thoughts out first. "Care to explain who you are and why you're here?"She asked, looking him deep in the eyes. Seeing her, the blue of her eyes reminded him of someone certain, causing an inner turmoil within the demon contractor.
He slowly adjusted himself to the feel of his current form, being human with demonic powers once more. He sat up properly and looked at her, a sly smile gracing his handsome face.
"I am without a name, for I am but two days..."He spoke, the girls in the room taking in the sound of his voice. The light breather he let out after ending his sentence, a unique trait, they thought.
But the process of growing accustomed to the voice was secondary, as the shock his prior words inflicted grew within in them, forcing obviously shocked expressions on their faces. That was until he let out a soft chuckle at that, tilting his head slightly to the right.
"...Just kidding, you can call me V."
~o~o~O~o~o~
And this sums up the Prologue. V will be living in Kuoh for a while as you expect and this story will mix both DxD with DMC
so get ready for big piece of work.
I will continue my other stories, but I've hit a dead end with the Code Geass story, due to no longer loving it like I used to...
However I will continue it and the JJBA story of course too. The chapter is almost done, I'm merely unhappy with it, because it bores me when I read it, I'll improve it and then post em.
The first chapter to this story, this being the prologue, already has 4k words and is still being written on. I love DMC, always did and having V...it just made me do this story.