DMC4: The-Devil's Arm

The Destroyer

The ancient elevator rumbled to a halt. It was hidden in the very stage of the cathedral. Dante had even been standing on it when he first arrived. He stepped off the platform and walked down the long, narrow path that led to the source of the gate. The large, empty hall was void of color, save for brown rock and earth, lit only by the light of torches. Beneath the path lay a massive complex of what looked like circuits, feeding raw energy to the gate on the surface.

In the center of the plinth at the end of the path stood Yamato, plugged into a gem like a power cord. The entire sword glowed an evil red, flowing down the blade and into the rock, which fed the circuits below.

Dante thought for a minute, unsure of how to proceed exactly. He didn't have an exact idea what would happen if he simply pulled the plug. The gate could shut off, or explode. Yamato could shatter, or implode and create a small black hole. Hell, it could rip the whole space time thing.

Eh, whatever. I've had a good run.

Dante took firm hold of Yamato's handle, then with a grunt, tugged it free. The universe didn't explode, but the red, pulsing circuits flashed white, then began to collapse to the column supporting the plinth, then disappeared. It was quiet again.

In the dull light of the torches, Yamato gleamed almost sexily.

I can see why you liked her, bro. She's one hell of a blade.

Above him, the ground trembled, sending bits of dirt and rock into the abyss with a crackle. It sounded like daddy was coming.

With a swish of his coat, Dante turned on his heel, heading back to the elevator. On his way back, he spied a long, dark object set against the wall. It was a sheath. Apparently, the Order went so far as to make one for Yamato. It wasn't anything fancy, just made of some polished, black material. Dante picked it up and slid Yamato into it.

Once outside, he strolled down the cathedral steps. The gate stood silent, save for the ugly black splotches on it from the black torrent that had spilled forth.

"I know this thing's a major cultural artifact," he said, shifting Yamato to his left hand, "but it's bad for the community."

With that, he dropped the katana to his hip, then drew it in a blinding flash. An arc of blue light leaped from the tip, soaring through the air, then pierced the gate across the middle at an angle. There was a faint sound of sliding metal across the distance. Date whiled the blade around, the spotless metal flashing off of the low sun, then spun, twirling it in his hand, feeding the metal back into the sheath. Yamato made a sultry purr as it slid in, then clicked as the tang locked.

The sound resonated through the air. The true Hell Gate toppled over, sliced cleanly in half.

Dante turned and looked at the settling dust. The Savior was just visible in the empty spot where the gate stood. It was coming.

The sound of heels on sidewalk marched over the rumble of stone. It was Trish, Luce and Ombra in hand.

"You get it back?" she asked. Dante held up the sword triumphantly.

"That's one sword..."

"...and one to go," she finished.

Both of them stood, looking at the approaching Savior. Trish seemed to sense something was off. She grinned slyly and posed, Luce casually on her shoulder.

"Need some company?"

Dante glanced over. He really wanted to say yes. She was damn hot in that outfit. Those low slung black leather pants hugged her sweet hips perfectly. And how many girls wore nothing but a bustier? Still...