Prologue; Horseman's Son

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The cold breeze blew blissfully through the ruins of what was once New York. No sound, no activity, and no life in the city that was long ago renowned for its 24 hour liveliness. A shattered shell of its former glory, yet not completely absent of life. Desperate footsteps echoed through the city, breaking the silent serenity that ruled the ruins. The source of the noise - a blond haired girl of about 16 years of age - appeared from a torn alley in a rush, with her pursuer close behind, leaping from the alley and sliding a little as it landed. It was grotesque, a bloody crimson beast with its front structure bulkier than the rear, its large, muscular front "arms" flexing as it propelled itself toward is prey. The girl screamed as the creature snapped at her heels with its grotesque teeth. As she ran, she did not notice a jagged rock in her path. The girl's face turned to one of shock as her foot hit the solid obstruction.

She shook her head, disoriented, as she rolled on to her back. Her eyes widened as she came face to face with her pursuer, fear ebbing into her very being. She attempted a backwards crawling escape to get away from this monster, only for her back to hit something. Behind her was a large pile of rubble, which was too large for her to climb quick enough to get away. A defeated whimper escaped the girl's lips, tears pouring out of her eyes. The creature's eye's gleamed hungrily as it stalked its way to its next meal, as if to close the distance the demon growled at her. It was rewarded with a woeful scream.

"H-HELP ME, SOMEONE PLEASE!" her desperate shrieks remained unanswered as the beast raised a claw, ready to end her life.

She closed her eyes, waiting for the inevitable strike. Only the strike never came, only the sound of something hitting a hard object, she opened her eyes to see someone in front of her. Her eyes widened as she recognized who it was that stood there. He stood at least a head and a half taller than herself, with a mop of messy black hair and wearing a billowing purple cloak and matching purple pants, complete with large armored boots that led up to his knees. He was very muscular but the unusual thing about him was how his forearms and hands were broader than a normal persons arm, and on his back was a symbol of a horse skull surrounded with peculiar ruins. In his hands he held two large short staff scythes, their silver blades shining in the sunlight. Relief practically poured out of the girl, tears of joy escaping her eyes.

"D-Dante?" said man looked at the girl behind, his own pale green eyes gleaming as he gave her a reassuring smile.

"Don't worry Sara, you're safe now," he comforted her, looking back at the creature that he kicked before. The beast crashed into a small building, which collapsed down on the monster. The pile of rubble began to shake violently, before exploding outwards, raining debris on the two. Dante's large body was unaffected as he shielded Sara from any potential harm.

"Hmph, so damn resilient," he sighed and looked back at Sara. "This won't take long."

Just as he finished saying this, the abomination came leaping at the two. Dante quickly flared his wrath (1) knocking the demon back. Dante quickly capitalized on the disorientated minion (2), dashing forward he swung his right scythe in a rising slash. The hellhound had no chance to dodge, roaring in pain as its left side was slashed. He continued his assault by merging the two scythes by the staff ends, spinning the newly formed weapon and not allowing the monster a chance to counter. The beast attempted one final slash at Dante, only to meet air. Dante had dodged to the side, separating his weapons before he combined them once more to create one larger scythe. The demon turned seconds too late as its head was severed from its body, blood spraying from the headless body.

Dante smiled at his handiwork as he returned his blades to their original forms. He turned to the girl who had her hands over her eyes, yet she began to peek between her fingers when the noises of battle ended. Dante chuckled at the girl as he walked towards her, folding and attaching his blade to his armor boots. He offered his hand to the girl, which she promptly accepted.

"Let's go home." He turned to walk away until he stopped, remembering something. Sara looked at him, confused. "Oh, almost forgot." He turned to the corpse, extending his hand, glowing wisps of energy burst out of the body as they went to the boys hand. The wisps entered his hand; Dante lowered it after all the wisps were gone. "I might need these souls (3) for something." The girl nodded in understanding as they walked towards the way home.

30 minutes later,

Dante smiled as the girl ran to a boy who was fuming at her to, "be more careful from now on!" They thanked him many times, but he waved it off, saying that it was his duty to protect. He watched as they walked hand in hand towards the village, his eyes lingered at the intertwined hands. He felt a pang of sadness stab his heart. He shook his head at a attempt to rid himself of it, frowning at the negative emotion. 'Enough!' he thought to himself. 'There's no point on getting depressed on something like this." he followed the group that was heading toward the village, eyeing the terrain for any threats.

10 minutes later, rider's village

As they entered the village, Dante headed towards the town hall, his family's home. Entering, he noticed no one to greet him. He looked around, confused. 'Huh, that's odd, no ones her-'. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of talking. 'Must be a meeting...well might as well see what their talking about.' His decision being made, he began to head to the meeting room to see what the meeting may be about.

He soon found the door to the meeting room; the talking was louder now. Grinning at guessing correctly, Dante moved to open the door. He stopped when he heard something that surprised him.

"- My school will allow your children a chance to experience what its like to be a normal teen." This voice was not recognized by Dante, but the man's words caught his interest.

"Yes, that's all well and good, but why should we send them god knows how far away this school of yours is? We don't even know who you are!" Dante did recognize that voice. 'That's Uncle War for you,' he thought, 'always the paranoid soldier.'

"I understand your hesitation toward me, but worry not, for your children will be absolutely safe."

"Hm, allow us to speak with each other before we make a decision," This voice caught Dante's attention; this particular voice was that of his father. His thoughts were interrupted when the door opened to reveal a weird priest with glowing eyes.
Dante blinked in surprise. "Uh, hi?"
The priest smirked in amusement at the young mans reaction and closed the door behind him. The voices remained audible from the outside as the priest eyed the young man before him.

"You are Dante, I presume," the boy nodded. "You look so much like your father, apart from the hair and the..." the priest pointed to his mouth area to show what he meant.

"Yeah, I know what you mean," Dante gave a small laugh at what the priest was implying.

"Yes. Well, I presume you know what we were talking about." Dante had the decency to look embarrassed at being caught eavesdropping.

The man chuckled at the younger one's expense; he turned back to the door to notice a familiar head popping out. The head was covered by a red hood, white hair spilling out of the sides, a strong face illuminated by glowing white eyes.

"Hey you, we're re...Dante? What are you doing here?" War looked at the younger rider as he scratched the back of his head.

"Um...well...ha-ha, that's a funny story," Dante tried to make up an excuse, but failed miserably.

War shook his head at the boy's attempt. "It doesn't matter, you're needed anyway." Dante looked confused as he followed the priest into the room.

Inside the room he saw his mother, a spiky haired brunette with green eyes and wearing a doctor's uniform. Next to her was his father in his true form. He looked just like Dante, only difference was that his hair was smooth and ran down his face ('head-banger hair' was what his mom called it), paler skin, a lot taller, skeleton like gauntlets, and his clothes had bone like edging. Oh, and not to forget, his lower face wasn't there. Instead there was a smooth mass of what looked to be bone. He also didn't have a nose, instead it more like a skull's nose. His father eyed him with his glowing orange eyes.

"Good, Dante, you're here. How do you feel about going to school?" Dante stared blankly at his father. Before him was a legendary being, the leader of the four horseman of the apocalypse, the rider Death. Yet here he was being asked by this said being, who happened to be his 'old' man, what he thought about going to school. And for such an occasion, he gave the only intelligent answer for such an occasion (for his age anyway).

"...SAY WHAT?"

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Info

(1)Wrath is the power force of all angels or nephilim (half angels). This power is a more potent form of yokai. Wrath can be used in many ways, like changing oneself into a large deadly being to creating a wave of destruction.

(2)Minion; A hellhound, loyal servant of the destroyer, notoriously dangerous and will hunt down its prey with vigilance.

(3)A rider can collect and sell souls to a demon merchant by the name of Vulgrim to buy rare and power items that will aid in there journey.

If you want more information, just look up Darksiders, or Darksiders wiki. Please don't flame too hard this is my first fanfiction, I had this in my head for a while so I decided to write it. I will update as much as possible though so please review.