DMC belongs to Capcom

Sorry for the wait, I know I promised it a while ago, but here it is.

Italic character’s thoughts

Somewhere in another place, at the same time of Dante’s discovery, two strangers were plotting something evil…

“All right, so we go into their office from here.” A finger points to an entrance sketched out on a blue print, laid out on the table in front of them. “The office is located here. Now, the plan is, we enter and demand that we get our own game!”

“Nero! You told me you were going to drop the whole ‘I want my own game’ issue!” Kyrie folded her arms across her chest, her white, long sleeves flowing in the process.

Nero hefted a heavy sigh. “But Kyrieee, I want my own game! That old fogey is too old! He had his run. I want to be loved too!!! I want to be chased by fangirls and fanboys. I want to have fanfictions made about me, hell, I even want to be wished as gay with someone!! I want to people to feel bad about me losing a brother…”

“Nero… you don’t have a brother.”

“Well I should!” Nero pouted, folding his arms and slumping himself on the couch.

Thankful for the peace she had been wishing for, Kyrie smiled and decided to randomly take a nap upstairs.

Now, what could get me noticed by Capcom. What’s awesome, that every DMC fan loves? Nero looked around the room, and spotted, just what he was looking for.

He sprung from the couch, hopped over the back and jumped onto the blue seemingly velvet curtains. He suspended in the air, before violently ripping the curtains away from the window, shining bright sunlight into the room.

“Now… for something red.” Looking over, he saw a red tablecloth covering the dinning table. Convenient. He grinned and tore the cloth from under the fragile objects, shattering them to pieces in the process.

“KYRIEEEEEEEEEE!”

“Ugh, what?!?” Disgruntled from her interrupted nap, Kyrie stumbled onto the landing.

“Will you make me the most awesome outfit EVER?!”

“If it will get you to shut up, then fine…I’ll do it.”

“Here!” He thrust the curtains into her arms and hastily left the building, heading for the Capcom HQ, to make a very important appointment…

Days later, Nero is in the office of Capcom executives, sporting a new attire.

“Listen… Nero, we’re very honoured that you want your own game so badly, but dressing in Dante and Vergil’s respective colours, won’t get you there.”

“But….”

“Sorry kid. You just don’t have what it takes.”

“But I… I want to be loved!”

“Not in this century kid.”

Meanwhile…

“Vergil?” Vergil’s eyes snapped open, staring directly into Dante’s.

“AH!” Dante screamed like a little girl, slightly backing up, but bumping into something. He stopped screaming to turn around and there he saw Trish, still bloody with the rope around her neck.

“AH!” He screamed again, causing Trish to scream, causing Dante to back up, bumping into the coffin so forcefully he flipped over into it. Running over Trish closed the coffin.

“Lady! Quick, draw the symbols with the chalk, light the candles… start chanting!”

Lady, the mysterious hooded figure from before (surprise, surprise) ran into the room placing the items around the rocking and screaming coffin.

“Get the hell off of me!”

“Oh, I’m so sorry Verg, let me just move into the next room, or does your coffin not HAVE that?!?”

“Go to hell.”

“You go to hell.”

“Been there, done that.”

“Stop touching me.”

“As you pointed out earlier Dante, that is quite hard, not to do.”

“… I mean, I know I’m sexy and all Verg, but please, we’re bros.”

“Dante, stop your, infuriating babbling.” Dante imitated his brother in a high - pitched voice.

“Ugh! Why won’t this coffin break?”

The girls on the outside laughed at the hilarity they caused. Using a spell to trap Dane and Vergil in a coffin together… priceless.

Back with Nero…

Sulking on the couch, Nero was brainstorming.

I need to have something unique and cool. He looked around the room, and at the various items placed about. Nothing! He cursed. Absolutely nothing!

He stood and went to the window, folding his hands behind his back, very much a Vergil feat. Nero gazed at the horizon, trying to be filled with inspiration. He needed something… magnificent. Just then, he saw it. The randomly placed blacksmith tent. Nero smiled… a very creepy, mischievous smile.

He ran to the kitchen, grabbed all the silverware he could find and ran to the blacksmith tent.

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From her room, Kyrie was sleeping soundly when she was roughly woken from her dream by a blood - curdling scream. She ran downstairs to the source and found Nero with a claw shaped metal shiny thing, enveloping his arm, blood dripping down all around it.

“Holy crap…Nero…? What. Have. You. Done?”

Nero smiled a silly smile and swayed due to blood loss and extreme pain. “I’m special now!” He said in a high- pitched voice.

Coincidentally, two Capcom executives were walking by, out on their daily stroll.

“Look at that!”

“Does that boy have a claw for a hand?”

“I believe he does!”

“Hey, kid, how would you like to have your own Devil May Cry game?”

Nero smiled stupidly and squeaked out “yes” before promptly fainting.

Thus, DMC4 was created, starring Nero. Dante was very upset, but being stuck in the coffin with his brother, he couldn’t do much except swear loudly and hit Vergil. But that didn’t last to long. Vergil did get a rather large headache and proceeded to break every bone in Dante’s body.

Fin.

Eh, that’s it. I’m ending it here since I can’t really drag the Halloween thing out, more than I already have. I know it’s not the best ending, but I don’t want to post it later. I apologize for the lateness, school has been death to me.

Thank you everyone who reviewed.

DV