DMC4: The-Devil's Arm

A New Beginning

A great rumbling began to resonate throughout the cloisters. The Savior started to tremble, then move as it began to float upward. Large pieces of stone platforms and columns from the building were swept up with it, caught in an unseen field. The bits of debris hovered around the statue as a great halo formed from it's back, spread wide like an eagle's wings. It began to move, passing over the ruined facility and over the sea, making a B-line for the city.

Dante couldn't help but laugh. "Check it out!" he said to Trish, gesturing to it with one hand. "It's got wings!"

The blond woman furrowed her nose in disapproval, neck craned up at the figure in the sky. "The design shows terrible taste..."

Behind them, the Order captain groaned, giving a wet cough of blood. It seemed he was still alive. Dante had to say that he was impressed. An ordinary human would never withstand a run in with Yamato.

"Hey!" he called, leaving Trish to continue critiquing the departing statue. "Where's that thing going? It's not complete yet is it?"

The captain...what did Trish say his name was? Credo, that was it...Kinda sounded like a prick. He coughed again before speaking. "It is in his heart to save the world from chaos...he will begin by driving it out...

Credo began to try to sit up, using a broken chunk of rock for leverage.

"Now he has what he needs..." said Trish, joining them. "...Yamato."

Ugh, that can't be good. Is he really going to try and open the gate?

"Sparda used it to seal the Hell Gate from the demon world," gasped Credo. "...the sword is the key to opening the Hell Gate. The real Hell Gate, that lies dormant beneath this city..."

Thought so...

"The sword that separates the human world from the demon world," Dante said lightly. He knew how it worked.

Credo leaned forward, thick streams of blood dripping from his gut. "I think you...son of the Dark Knight Sparda, are the only one who can stop the Savior now..."

Trish grinned at Dante. "Looks like you've got a rep to live up to."

"Looks that way," he sighed. So much for this being a quick job. His to do list just got a lot longer.

Credo's grunts of pain became more frequent as he tried to stand up. Dante didn't try to stop him. He was already well on his way out. There wasn't anything he or Trish could do for him. If he wanted to make it hard on himself, so be it.

Credo straightened, trying to stand proud. "Please...Honor one last request...save them...Kyrie and...Nero..."

With that, he slumped forward. Dante casually caught him easily with one arm. The former captain's body glowed, brighter and brighter until it was almost white, then shattered into a million tiny particles that softly disappeared into the air.

Trish's face went solemn. Dante stood and puffed his chest out.

"I'll do it," he said quietly, then folded his arms, his tone brightening. "I wouldn't want to deny anyone their last request." It wasn't his style.

Trish stuck Luce on her shoulder. "I'll sweep the city and evacuate the people," she proclaimed and began to stroll off.

Dante blinked.

Wait just a damn minute!

"Hey!" he called after her. "Is this your way of ditching and dumping this mess-"

"You wanna switch?" she asked sweetly.

Dante paused, his mouth still open. Duh. He raised his hands in defeat, then brushed by her "It's cool...Let's stick to the plan."