Devil May Cry (Dmc)

Devil May Cry (DMC) 3

Dante came to a large set of doors.
"Yoo-hoo!" Called Jester. "How are you enjoying yourself?"
"You wouldn't happen to know where my friend might be would you? This place is becoming a real drag and I think it's time we left."
"So soon?" Said Jester with a saddened face that was hardly believable. "Well, if you must...the pretty one is on the other side of that door, but the other one...Lady...is deeper inside still..."
Dante sighed. "She's not my problem. Besides, she can handle herself."
"Indeed..." Hissed Jester. "I guess I'll be saying goodbye then."
"Whatever..." Said Dante, opening the door as Jester watched curiously for what awaited.
The door led to a large room with fallen chunks of concrete blocks from the ceiling. Flames illuminated the room as Dante stepped in and took a look around. He huffed.
"Surprise, surprise, another door." He said.
"We are the guardians of this door. Only he who is deemed worthy may pass." Said a deep, resonating voice.
Dante looked around the room. "Worthy, huh? Then it would appear a demonstration is in order. Show yourself." He taunted.
Two giant statues on either side of the door crumbled at their seams which had been motionless for centuries, following the battle of Sparda. Dante took a step back as the great hands of the statues lifted their swords above their headless bodies and stepped down from their posts.
"I love a good challenge." Stated Dante.

Arkham was standing in the middle of a large cathedral styled room of the tower, reading over his demonic book. Lady approached quietly from behind and put a gun to the back of his head.
"Mary..." He said, softly.
"How do you know my name?" She said. When she first met Dante she refused to tell him her name. He had always referred to her as Lady and she adopted the nickname in place of her birth one.
"I gave it to you." He admitted. "Don't you remember your own father?" He said turning towards her. Lady took a few steps back lowering her gun. The man standing before her looked nothing like the man she remembered. The man who murdered his own wife to pursue a life of obsession over the extreme power locked away in the demon realm.
"What have you done?" She asked raising both of her guns this time.
"Put those away." He demanded. Lady let off a few rounds which he dodged. His old decrepit looking body was agile in its movements as he disarmed her and knocked her to the ground with the butt end of one of the pistols. "Really, Mary? You would shoot your own father?"
"Stop calling me Mary..."
Arkham aimed one of the pistols at her, shooting her in the leg. She yelled out in agony as she tried to drag herself away. The floor began to illuminate a florescent green color.
"I bet you didn't know you're a descendant of the priestess whose blood was used to close the portal."
"Pure blood..." She mumbled to herself.
Arkham released the magazines from her guns onto the floor and emptied the one in the chamber. Before throwing them onto the floor and exiting the chamber.
"Why don't you finish what you started you coward!" She called out as the door closed behind him.

"Well, fellas, this has been fun, but I'm looking for a girl and I need to be going."
"Damsel in distress?" Asked one of the statues, blue light radiated from its core through the cracks.
"You could say that." Acknowledged Dante.
"Is she pretty?" It asked.
"Total babe." Admitted Dante.
"Shut up you idiot." Said the other statue radiating red. "If you had a head I'd knock some sense into it."
"Those are some big words." Taunted Dante. "By the way...if you don't have heads...where are you talking from?"
"He always talks out of his ass." Said the blue one. The red one swung its sword striking the other. Dante dodged the falling stone fragments.
"Hey!" Yelled the blue one who charged the red.
Dante stood back and watched as the mammoth statues battled each other eventually taking each other out and crumbling to the ground.
"Well that was easy." He said as he stepped over the pieces.
"Wait!" Called out a voice, muffled in the rubble. Dante moved a few of the stone chunks and found two swords radiating red and blue with head like handles. They were what possessed the statues. "Take us with you."
"You're joking right?"
"We're useless without a fearsome warrior to wield us." Said the red one.
"I am Agni." Introduced the red sword.
"And I am Rudra." Said the blue.
Dante stared at them for a minute before picking them up. "Whatever. You can never have too many swords. But only under one condition."
"Yes?" They asked.
"No...talking..."
"Got it." Said Agni.
"You spoke." Said Rudra.
"So did you." Argued Agni. Dante slammed the heads of the handles together.
"SILENCE." Ordered Dante. The two remained quiet as he fasted them to his waist and continued on.