Sons of Sparda in CiRCLE

Spread of Infamy

Dante Sparda (Redgrave)

Burning wood.

The metallic scent of blood.

People screaming.

In the past, such sights never failed to instill fear into him, the laughter of the underworld denizens mocking and cheering for the death of Sparda's bloodline. The imaginary feeling of the closet door and the walls surrounding him, but it felt like they were all made of paper.

A large demon stands in front of him. A demon taking on the appearance of a gargoyle, with large bat-like wings, small horns and yellow eyes akin to amber.

"You shall die here, Sparda's ki-" A large slash can then be seen vertically. Before it can even say a word, blood gushes out of the demon like a leaky faucet, with the only thing it can do is cry out in pain before the halves unceremoniously fall on the ground with a gentle thump.

The devil hunter passively looks at the slowly disintegrating corpse, before craning his head around.

The metallic scent of human corpses fill his nostrils, as well as ash and burned wood. Nearby trees are bereft of leaves, yet none can be found on the ground, nor is there any evidence of snow.

The sky takes on an orange hue, the color similar to the flames that burn around him.

Such a sight like this would've fazed him when he was but a mere child, recalling how he held his breath as demons stalked his house for some time as they detected his scent but somehow not even bothering to break down the closet door that separated them.

Dante's eyes idly train to look for any potential attacks, yet nothing can be heard around him for miles, save for the roaring flames.

Until the sound of crying reaches his ears.

Craning his head, Dante narrows his eyes, using his enhanced hearing to focus on the noise. The voice is high pitched, yet low enough to identify it's a boy.

"Hang on!" He cries out. Dante doesn't hesitate to rush through the thick fog that surrounds him, jumping over a thick black gate.

Demonic growls reach his ears as a Death Scissors suddenly tries to clip him in half with its gigantic...well, scissors, only for the devil hunter to backflip and aim Ebony & Ivory to its face, pressing on the triggers and installing air conditioning to their faces.

Landing on his feet, Dante switches to Balrog , delivering a flaming punch to a Riot's face and kicking it on its midsection.

"Your entrails will serve as me-" Dante shuts it up by shoving Devil Sword Dante all the way through the handguard, then slicing downwards and kicking away the halves, landing on two other demons who are promptly killed from the impact.

Putting the sword on his back, Dante sees a pair of thick debris blocking his way. Seeing a small opening, Dante puts both hands on each side. A loud grunt escapes his lips as by pulling the debris apart causes a line to form in between and get longer, as small rocks drop on Dante's head, yet he remains unfazed as he uses his demonic strength to rip the debris in half with his bare hands, both halves falling down with a large crash.

Jumping inside, the crimson-coated hunter looks around to get a sense of where he's at, only for dread to to suddenly inject into his veins like ice.

The small garden.

The playground a few yards from here.

The Victorian-like aesthetic.

Before he can process what's going on, the crying can be heard upstairs. Seeing a hole, Dante leaps upwards, landing on his feet smoothly. Seeing the closet door, he doesn't hesitate to rip open the closet door.