Devil May Cry: Revolution

Chapter 14

It was quite clear to everyone by the look on the kings face that even HE wasn't expecting things to work out this way. The midnight coloured blood poured down his face as he struggled in their new enemies cold iron grip gasping for air and howling out of frustration. Memphis knew exactly how he'd gotten into this situation, but he couldn't bring himself to believe or admit it, even to himself...

At least six hours earlier

" Oh dear gods above... Memphis what have you done...? " Fin stammered as the shadow of a new monstrous demon stood before them in the smoke. It towered above them all like a mighty volcano waiting to rupture the world's very core with its voice alone.

" W-what is that? " Nero stammered. Memphis merely narrowed his eyes at the figure as it shrank down to a human size and stepped forward revealing a tall shirtless man. His long ginger hair was tied back leaving a few straggling hairs in front of his face. An iron mask hid all but his cold deep brown eyes from the world as he strode slowly towards the group standing before him. On his hands he adorned black leather gauze wrapped up to his wrist while a chain and cuff dangled from his left. A white bandage wound itself around his right thigh clashing against the tattered black pants he wore.

" Memphis, you've taken this far beyond what you should have and I think you realize that. You're just too damn stubborn to admit it..! " Fin hissed at the demon king. Memphis growled deep in his throat and turned to respond but ended up cut off by the ginger haired man's deep hard voice.

" Boys, boys please. There's no need to argue over such a trivial matter. Whatever happened to let bygones be bygones hmm? " His raspy voice echoed through the air around them. " Memphis... My son, surely you of all people understand my meaning... "

" I'm no son of yours... " Memphis sneered. " I disowned that part of me centuries ago... "

" Oh, I see... " The ginger haired man looked hurt, but it seemed so fake to the hunters. Then out of nowhere the man lunged at Kyrie and planted his foot in Nero's gut sending him flying backwards and skidding across the ground.

" Let go of the woman! " Dante barked as he pointed Ebony and Ivory at the ginger haired one.

" Dante Sparda I presume? " He asked almost too casually.

" Depends on whose askin... "

" Yes, do forgive my poor mannerisms. I've been locked away for so long I... Seem to have FORGOTTEN how to act civilly... " Even though Dante couldn't see his face, he could tell the man had a wicked and sinister smile on his features. " My name is Jesileth. I am Memphis's father. " Jesileth bowed sarcastically never once letting go of his human hostage.

" I already told you I am no son of yours! " Memphis howled from a safe distance. He knew better then to venture within Jesileth's reach lest he risk being caught in some inescapable trap.

" Oh Memphis, you are of my flesh and blood whether you've disowned it or not and deep down you know this to be all to true... " Jesileth retorted.

" Let go of Kyrie!! " Nero snapped breaking Jesileth's concentration. He turned his head to face the young half devil and smiled beneath his mask.

" You really should mind your tongue young half breed... " He spat sarcastically.

" Mind my tongue? You should be more concerned about yourself instead of what I'm saying... "

" Oh? Really now... "

" You won't be so damn cocky when I kick your ass! " Nero charged at Jesileth, Yamato in hand ready for just about anything. Jesileth was not amused in the slightest. He threw Kyrie to the side and drew his right arm back behind him waiting for Nero to get within range of him.