Chapter 5: The Power of a Son of Sparda

Your eyes flutter open just as Blake is about to put a warm cloth on your head.

"Ah, you're awake!" She leans back. "I wasn't... I mean, I had no idea when you'd-"

"AAAH," you yawn, lifting your upper body off the ground. You take a quick look around the room, recognizing that you're back in Blake's house. "I guess I did it... hehe," you stretch a little more. "Guess I killed more of them than I thought," you get to your feet, which invites Blake to follow.

"Hey! Don't move around so much."

"Oh, don't worry," you smile at her. "Demonic blood, remember? I feel fresh as a daisy."

"It... it's only been a few minutes since I brought you inside."

"Crazy, huh?" You smirk. "But we shouldn't dally," you roll your shoulders. "But we shou-"

Your words are cut off by Blake wrapping her arms around you, tears streaming down her face.

"You really scared me! There were so many demons and I couldn't... I just..."

You can't help but smile at her actions. You wrap one hand around her while setting the other on her head, slowly running your hands down her hair.

"It's okay... thank you for this. Nobody has ever really... been concerned for me. Well, Dante does but... it's not quite the same."

You take a few moments to merely be close with your companion. Blake's tight grip on you is warm, it's comforting. It's... something you haven't felt in a long time.

"I- uh... I really like this, but I think we should get moving," you whisper. "I think I know where your parents are, where all the Faunus are."

"Really?" Blake pulls her head back but keeps her arms on you.

"Yeah! If it's a place surrounded in demonic energy then it shouldn't be too hard to find. Especially with me, Balrog, and Kaimira on the case."

"I... thank you," she nods. "Thank you so much!"

"Don't thank me yet," you pat her head before stepping away. "We haven't found them. Come on, we can't delay!"

"Right!"

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It's a treacherous journey through Menagerie's harsh deserts. The whipping wind, sand storms, and even Grimm that appeared every so often made the adventure slower than you had hoped. Both you and your weapons can feel the beating of demonic power. It leads you to the lower end of a massive rock formation with a crack within it – large enough for a person to shimmy through.

"Yeah... it's definitely here..." You nod. "Come on," you wave for Blake to follow you while attempting to enter.

The Faunus follows behind, having a lot less trouble than you are. You keep hitting your head or twisting your ankles. But, after grunts and moans, you manage to get through the crack and bear witness to something completely unexpected. The Faunus are there, unconscious on the floor, while Blake's contact is strung up against the wall. In the center of this area, surrounded by the Faunus' bodies, is a glowing orb.

"Blake!" You look back at the girl, who's just exiting the crack.

"Mom! Dad!" Blake immediately runs towards them.

"Wait!"

As soon as the girl gets close enough to the orb, it lights up and she ragdolls to the floor.

"No!" You take a step forward. "Damnit!" You pull out Kaimira and aim. "Don't miss... don't miss... please..." You fire a shot that completely misses. The shots, being modelled after a shotgun, spread all across the room and start bouncing off the walls.

"No, no, no, no!" You panic as the bullets scatter.

Lucky for you, none of them hit any of the immobile Faunus but two pierce the orb. The ball rolls off the stand and crashes against the ground, immediately exploding into a blue flame that's cold as ice. It disappears quickly, leaving you a question of what really happened.

"Blake?" You slowly walk towards her. "Blake! Are you okay?" You sprint to the girl, sliding beside her. "Blake!?"

You flip her over, seeing her blink a few times. "I... what happened?"

"Ha," you smile and shake your head. "Nothing. I think..." Your eyes drift up and notice the other Faunus start to mumble and rise. You help Blake stand up and gesture her towards her parents. "Go on."

Blake stumbles towards her parents with a wide smile.

"Mom! Dad!"

"Blake?" Ghira says while on his knees. "Are my ears tricking me?"

"No!" Blake pulls her father into a hug. "No, they aren't!"

You smile at the sight of a family reunion. It's a lot less stabbing than you're used to, but that's probably a good thing. You shift your attention to the woman pinned to the wall, who's also waking up. You take a few steps towards her before hearing a familiar sound.

The swift slicing of the air, followed by a deafening roar as the rock wall beside you shatters to dust. Beyond it is Vergil, sheathing Yamato. You face your brother, donning a stance that's prepared for battle. Blake notices your sibling and moves in front of her parents.

"Blake... what's-"

"Not here," Blake quivers. "Dad, please keep everyone away from him. He's... not normal."

"Blake..." Ghira stands. "Everyone, back up," he shouts to the Faunus. "We're safe now, just stay back!"

"Blake, the woman," you flick your hand towards the wall.

She spots who you're speaking of and runs towards her immediately.

"Brother," you bow your head a bit. "Good to see you, as always."

"Indeed," Vergil slowly approaches. "You seem... quite lively after your battle."

"My battle... you were there?"

"I witnessed what I needed to, and I must admit, you surprised me," he stops a few meters away from you, noting Blake aiding his target. "I see now what motivates you."

"Heh," you smirk. "That's not something I ever expected you to say. It's usually more," you run your hand through your hair, making it a messier version of Vergil's. "'You lack any true motivation, and that's why you're weak,'" you shake your head to let your hair fall. "Or something like that."

"You know," he begins pacing back and forth. "I would kill those who mock me."

"It's not mocking," you shake your head, eyes following his movements. "I just want to be... accurate!"

"Whatever you wish to be," he stops, closer to Blake, and looks towards her. "Give me your artifacts."

"No way," you shake your head. "You got your own!"

Vergil closes his eyes and chuckles, remembering Dante saying the exact same thing to him once. "But I want yours, too."

You walk between Vergil and Blake – the latter having freed the woman from her restraints – and take a stand. "What do these even do, Vergil? Why do you even want them?"

"Why does it want them?" He gestures towards Blake with his eyes.

"I..." You pause. "I don't know."

"Is that not something to inquire about, (Y/N)," he twirls his scabbard. "Why would a measly Headmaster desire demonic relics?"

They're demonic? I never felt any real power coming from them.

"Huh... I guess you got a point," you shrug. "But if I don't do this then we don't get paid and Dante would probably kill me," you end with a small chuckle. "So I'm gonna need that one you have."

"Hmph," Vergil adjusts his shirt just below the neck and places that on Yamato. "If you don't give it to me, I'll kill everyone here."

Force Edge slams against the floor. "No, you won't! They have nothing to do with this!"

"Do you not remember how this went last time?" Vergil slides his leg back.

"I do," you lift Force Edge up and grip it with both hands. "But I'm different than I was before!"

Vergil suddenly appears behind you, Yamato out of its sheath. "Are you?"

You suddenly feel the sting through your stomach. Blood splatters across the floor, but your stomach has healed before anything could truly happen. You turn around and swing your sword with such flair that it's obvious to everyone watching, even if they have no idea what's really happening.

Vergil spins around, parrying the attack with his sheath before slashing you up and down with Yamato, cutting right through your bones. He follows up, spinning himself around to bring down Yamato in a powerful downward strike, sending you tumbling back. He twirls his sword before slowly returning it to its sheath. You grasp at the sand as you try to slow yourself down. Once at a halt, you look back up at Vergil, who's holding his arm at a ninety-degree angle above him and spinning a summoned sword on his fingertip.

"Let's have some fun, (Y/N)," he states before clenching his fist and shattering the ethereal blade.

"Great," you get to your feet then stretch your back. "Now you choose to be flashy... HYAAA!"

You charge forward with a Stinger, which Vergil responds to with a Rapid Slash. Unfortunately, due to your terrible use of Stinger, you end up, once again, tripping on your front foot. This time you spin yourself around, trying not to fall flat on your face. While you spin your sword catches Vergil as he passes through you. The brother halts himself which prevents his attack from going through, while you're still trying to get your balance. He looks down at his chest where your blade cut.

"You really hit me, huh," he places his hand under his ribs, where your blade tore through, and snickers. "Perhaps you're not a waste of time after all. Perhaps your motivation really has given you strength."

You stabilize yourself hastily before scanning for Vergil. You know having him out of your sight is the worst thing to do. But, to your surprise, he's looking down at his chest. You raise your brow in confusion, not even thinking of using this moment to attack.

"You... alright there?"

"Hm... I am," he turns around, ready to battle once more.

"Alright," you keep your blade stable. "You know... I do want to protect all these people and help Blake... I always get this strange sensation when I fight you..." You admit, wait a moment, then smile.

Vergil smirks back. "We'll see if I feel the same."

You both disappear, Vergil using pure speed and you using Trickster, and appear far to the right, your blades sparking as they clash. Vergil pushes you high in the air and steps back. "Cut you down..." He flashes his blade for but a moment.

You know you can't counter his attacks, but you utilize your imperfect Royal Guard to defend yourself somewhat. Vergil's strikes cut through your clothes, your bones, everything. Yet you keep the stance and manage to charge up some power from that attack. You swiftly grab Force Edge and bring yourself down upon Vergil, but he teleports above you and cuts downward. His blade tears through your body, practically cutting you in half. You wince, quickly turning your blade up and thrust into Vergil. Once he lands, you both stare at one another - your blades still within each other's bodies.

The Faunus watching are all awestruck at this fight. The fact that you're both just cutting through each other and pushing on is something they've never seen before. Blake, on the other hand, isn't surprised. In fact, she's proud that you're holding on so well. You always talked down on yourself when it came to your power compared to your brothers, yet here you are. But Blake has her own job to do. She's finally released the woman, but she's still weak.

"Are you okay?" Blake asks, holding her and checking for any wounds.

"I'm... amazing," she smiles, slowly looking over at the battle before her. "It's... going to be okay."

"Yeah," Blake nods. "It will be. Please, I need the relic. Then we can get out of here."

"Ozma... is on his way..." The girl huffs. "You can take this... thing now..."

"Ozma?" Blake raises a brow before looking down at the relic. "Wait..."

You and Vergil clash once more, your blades heating up from the pressure being put against them. The elder brother notes the same sort of demonic surge within you while you're fighting him, and he can see the result. Your movements, while still sloppy, are much faster and your attacks have more weight behind them.

Vergil shifts his blade under yours and arcs up, knocking Force Edge away. He spins around, adopting Beowolf on his body and slams his fist into your stomach. You wince for but a moment before Balrog summons himself upon you.

"I'm superior to that welp!" Your weapon shouts.

"You're right!" You intertwine your hands and try to hammerfist Vergil. Your hands faze through Vergil's body while he appears behind you, kicking your back and sending you flying.

"I see you've obtained a new weapon," the other bounces in place, preparing for a new kind of fight. "How surprising."

"Oh yeah? Well... it was," you chuckle, getting back on your feet. "But now you're not so ahead of me."

Vergil smirks for a second before appearing behind you. "Yes, I am."

Your eyes shrink for a moment before you backhand behind you, but Vergil has already gone through you with Yamato. Blood bursts out of your stomach but it heals up instantly. You turn around again, sliding your foot across the ground and turning, rapidly flipping to kick him. Vergil leans back to avoid the attack and follows you into the air, moving his body with such fluidity and momentum as he knocks your foot away with one kick and then launches you higher up with his other foot. The elder appears above you, slamming his fist into your back that plummets you into the ground.

A small dust cloud erupts on impact. You cough, waving the dust out of your face. "He's still... so strong."

"You can do this, Sparda boy! You're far stronger than last time!"

"Above!" Balrog informs.

You look up and see Vergil coming down on you with his dominant foot. Balrog stokes the flame of his weapon while you channel the power you stored from Royal Guard. When both are complete, you jump in the air and uppercut. Your fist and his foot collide, the immense power of the clash resulting in an explosion that knocks both of you into opposite rock walls, Beowolf and Balrog disappearing from their owners.

You both get up, somewhat fatigued. You more so than Vergil, but this is the first time you've managed to take Vergil's breath away. You look for Force Edge, which is now closer to the Faunus. You walk towards it, your movement a little stiff from all the combat. Vergil sees you doing this and doesn't bother stopping you. After matching his power with Beowolf, he has a respect for you in this fight. Allowing you to rearm is only fair.

"(Y/N)!" Blake shouts. "This relic-"

"Keep it," you reach Force Edge and pick it up. "Guide the Faunus back to Menagerie!"

"You think I'll let them just leave with the relic?"

"No," you smirk. "But that means you have to get by me."

Vergil runs his hand through his hair. "Very well."

"Wait!" Blake pleads, running towards you, but you're back into combat with Vergil.

"What is it, Blake?" Ghira says before she passes him.

Blake opens her palm and reveals a golden rook chess piece. "This... I've seen this before."

Vergil blocks all your swings with his sheath, then ducking towards your swing and forward flipping over the next, summoning Beowolf on his foot and slamming it in your chest. You slide across the ground and immediately Stinger towards him. Vergil holds Yamato in front of him, waiting for the last moment before you hit to teleport behind you and slash your back. You stumble forward and Trickster in front of him - even if you intended to be behind him - and bring your sword down across his chest. Vergil grinds his teeth, attacking once more. Your blades clash over and over, each of you managing to spill blood. Vergil bounces off your weapon and slows himself down.

"You really have improved," you wave his hand before him to summon his signature blue swords. "I'm truly impressed."

"I just think of what I see you two do," you stretch your neck. "Then do my best to copy it."

"It's flawed."

"I know," you slouch.

While Vergil's blades remain around him to give protection, more appear above his shoulders and zoom towards you.

"GAH!" You jump to the side and avoid it, but the next one runs through your chest. "Oh, this isn't going to be fun."

You grab Kaimira from his holster and run towards your opponent with his blade still in your chest. You weave away from one, slash at another - though you miss and get impaled a second time - shoot one out of the air which does hamper your momentum. Vergil waves his hand again to summon a dozen swords each beside him, all of them firing rapidly at you.

"Whoa!" You fire Kaimira to the side to completely bypass the attack, but that distracts you from another dozen swords now above you. They all fall, piercing and pinning you to the ground. Vergil unsheathes his weapon and dashes through where you were, sliding to a halt and holding Yamato just out of its sheath

"It's over," he whispers before sheathing it.

All of the swords around you explode into beautiful blue flames. Vergil turns his attention to Blake, who hasn't actually moved the Faunus yet.

"Now... give me the-" Vergil turns around, slightly unsheathing Yamato to block your punch.

However, your sword has penetrated through his chest once more. "Heh..." Vergil looks into your violent eyes. "You've injured me more than Dante ever has."

You grind your teeth and push your arm through Yamato. Vergil's confused for a moment, but you quickly release Royal Guard's stored power, knocking the elder brother away and slicing through your arm yet again. He rests on his knee, huffing.

"You absorbed that power..." He thinks back to the swords. "I... have greatly underestimated your motivation."

"You've actually hurt Vergil," Kaimira says with shock. "I...I never thought I'd see it!"

"You are proving your strength," Balrog affirms.

"Yeah," you say through breaths. "We can do this..."

"We?" Vergil chuckles. "Aah... you always were too social. Even your weapons are your friends."

"Yeah? So what?" You grab Force Edge and hold it, the blade faltering a bit from your fatigue. "Without these two, I wouldn't be able to match up with you."

"You rely on others for your power? Why? You've never been strong on your own."

"Look who's talking, bro," you chuckle. "You look as tired as me!"

Vergil dashes towards you at incredible speeds, his blade thrusting through your stomach. He holds you there for a moment as you drop your sword. "What a familiar sight," your brother says with a condescending smirk.

You grind your teeth and summon Balrog, slamming it into Vergil's temple. The impact loosens his grip on Yamato, giving you the chance to rip it out from you and step forward, returning the favour by stabbing him with it. You keep a tight grip on the sword while your demonic power surges. You pick him up with the sword still in him and throw him towards one of the walls. He slams against it, Yamato entering the stone through Vergil's stomach.

You think you're safe, but the blue brother teleports in front of you, upward slashing with such strength that sends you flying towards Blake. You tumble across the ground, being stopped by your Faunus friend.

"Are you okay?" She asks.

"Heh... yeah," you slowly get to your feet.

Vergil is clearly out of breath from your encounter, more than you've ever seen him. You're surprised that you could even get him like this. Just a short time ago he completely dominated you.

"Well, isn't this a glorious sight," a new voice speaks. You, Blake, the Faunus, and Vergil take a gander at the new voice. Professor Ozpin approaches, a confident smile on his face. "In truth, I had hoped we'd be in this situation a long time ago. But it was you who came to the village, not Dante," he points at you. "Which was... not what I planned. But it all worked out."

"Professor Ozpin? What are you doing here? And... why is this relic the same from my initiation?"

Ozpin adopts a wide smile as he continues to approach. "Well, I wanted to marvel at my victorious plan. Not only do I see the two things I need," his eyes move between you and Vergil. "But you quelled that ridiculous rebellion against my plan. I commend you, Sons of Sparda," he claps.

"Ozma," Vergil exhales while standing up straight. "It took you a long time to show your cowardly face."

"Why would I?" Ozpin says with a chuckle. "I know you'd tear me to ribbons, but..." Ozpin appeared right in front of Vergil. "You seem a little under the weather right now," Vergil steps back and slashes, but Ozpin appears behind him and kicks the elder away. He looks down at the amulet he now has – Vergil's amulet. "As I said, I hoped you and Dante would do that a long time ago – tire yourselves out so I could take your amulets in one go. You, after all," he looks to you with a chuckle. "I knew I could take your sword whenever I pleased."

"What are you talking about, Professor? These relics," she looks down at it. "They're fake! And my people-"

"If I didn't send people, Vergil wouldn't believe these relics were truly powerful," Ozpin slowly approaches you and Blake. "And it worked like a charm. Now I have this amulet... the sword," Ozpin blitzes you, grabbing your sword, spinning it so you're upside down in the air, and kicks you away. " And now, I can collect Sparda's power for myself... and release Mundus to this world. As for your question, Blake," he turns to her. "I had nothing to do with these Faunus. Their fates won't change, however. Everyone will die soon," he ends with a soft smile.

"You buffoon!" Vergil gets to his feet. "You believe you can do this to us?"

Ozpin laughs. "I already have. Goodbye," the man explodes in bright light and disappears.

"Damnit!" You slam the ground. "He took dad's sword. I couldn't..." You hit the ground again.

"Gather yourself. Don't be pathetic," Vergil dismisses. "He needs the other amulet, which means he'll be going to Dante," Vergil cuts through the air twice, vertically and horizontally, making a portal. "Remain here, I'll-"

"No way!" You get up. "He stole my sword... he's coming after us! I won't just sit back!"

Vergil looks over his shoulder at you for a moment, then turns to his portal to hide a smirk. "Very well. Come on."

"Right," you nod, then turn to Blake. "Take your people back while Vergil and I head back to Vale."

"What? But... you two were just-"

"Brotherly fighting," you rub the back of your head and chuckle. "But this guy... I don't know who he is to you, but if he steals dad's power and releases Mundus..." You let that hang in the air for a moment. "Well, it won't end well for anyone."

Blake stutters for a moment, unsure what to do. You're not even phased by the fact that you and your brother were just fighting a lethal battle and are now going to team up. That's not even counting the fact that her headmaster is going to do something so evil.

"You..." She looks back at the Faunus, focusing on her parents, then returns to you. "I... you're going to be okay?"

"Heh, of course," you smile at her. "Plus, I'll have my big brothers looking after me," you gesture back to Vergil, who's irritated waiting for you.

Blake seems to hesitate for a moment, knowing where she is and the situation that may happen, and rushes up to you. She grabs the back of your neck and pulls you down for an unexpected kiss. You're caught off guard completely while Vergil rolls his eyes and Blake's parents raise their brows. She lets you go and stares intently into your eyes.

"Be safe."

"Heh..." You find a newfound conviction. "Right!"

You both turn back towards your family with goals in mind. Blake's the first to reach her parents, who both give her an intrigued look. Blake's ears fall while she looks away and blushes.

"D-Don't look at me like that."

"Blake," Ghira places a hand on her shoulder. "Go on. I can bring us back."

"What?"

"They'll need your help."

"I don't think-"

"Go, Blake," Kali grabs her daughter's hands. "We'll be okay."

The girl looks between her parents for a few moments, hearing that you're getting close to Vergil.

"But mom! I just kissed him and made a whole goodbye thing and now I have to..." The girl pouts at her smiling mother. She sighs and runs towards you. "Wait!"

You stop just beside Vergil, looking back. "Heh... you mind?" You eye your brother.

"I won't protect her."

"Better than trying to kill her," you nod.

With Blake now there, you all enter Vergil's portal and come out right in front of Devil May Cry. The front has a massive hole in it and is completely demolished on the inside. You immediately run towards the building.

"Dante!" You burst through the door and look around. There's a big crater in the ground where the red-coated demon hunter lifts himself out of.

"Man, can't enjoy a little alone time," he gets up. "What're you..." Dante looks past you to Vergil and Blake. "Well, look at this family reunion. Didn't expect you to bring a date, Vergil."

"She's not mine," he bluntly replies.

Dante points to you, which Vergil replies with a nod. "Oh, well, I wasn't expecting that."

"Enough foolishness, Dante," Vergil steps forward. "Do you have your amulet?"

"Wow, thanks for asking if I'm okay," Dante places a hand on his chest and feels the lack of a jewel. "Well... that's something."

"Mm," Vergil turns towards the door. "Our amulets... Sparda's sword..."

"Someone took your sword?" Dante looks to you.

"Hehe, well... Vergil kinda tired me out."

"Um... shouldn't we be stopping Ozpin?" Blake points out.

"His name isn't Ozpin," Vergil states. "He's a demon, a lesser one, called Ozma."

"A demon?"

"Well, looks like we got something to do," Dante grabs Rebellion off the wall and sticks it on his back. "I was getting stiff. You, though..." He looks to you. "You need a weapon."

"I do have one," you say before summoning Balrog on your body.

"You beat a demon?" Dante half chuckles. "Look at you, little hunter growing up," he laughs. "But do you want a sword? I have a few... somewhere..." Dante looks around the room to any of the Devil Arms that're just strung about.

"We... really should be going..." Blake sighs.

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The three Sons of Sparda walk down the street of Vale, a clear view of Beacon ahead. You check out your weapons a bit, the two blades Agni and Rudra. As you try to spin them around you keep slicing at your legs or ribs. Vergil ignores it while Dante looks away, getting second-hand embarrassment. Blake, who's a few steps behind, is more worried about what's happening at Beacon.

At the very top of Beacon tower, Ozma holds Force Edge in one hand and the two amulets, now combined, in the other.

"Finally... I've resided in the Temen-ni-gru for years, waiting for this moment... now..." He slowly raises the blade into the air. Now, with the amulets together along with Force Edge, the blade begins to twist and mould into its true form – The Devil Sword Sparda. The full power from within the tower finally releases unto Ozpin, waves of demonic energy overwhelmingly surging within him.

The students of Beacon are unsure how to react to what's happening. Some are on guard, some are just curious about what their headmaster is doing. Even the people of Vale can see the grand event happening before them. Dark clouds, consistent lightning, and waves of demonic energy make it a focal point for the people of Vale.

You three, however...

"So, how exactly did you lose your stuff?" Dante looks over his shoulder.

"Well," you laugh. "Let me just say, you sent me on the craziest mission!"

"Your contract was all a ruse," Vergil remarks.

"But Vergil and me were kinda tired after fighting each other! That's why we lost our stuff."

"What?" Dante laughs. "You tuckered out ol' stone face there?" Dante looks past you at Vergil.

"I believe our brother is stronger than you think," Vergil replies.

"Hey, thanks!" You pat Vergil's shoulder, which he immediately responds by slashing through your arm.

"Don't touch me."

"OW!" You whine, grabbing your arm.

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Ozma, high above Beacon, now takes a new form. Taller than he used to be, Ozma has adopted a somewhat insect looking appearance with clawed hands, a scaly hide, downward horns coming from his temples, armoured wings, hooved feet, and reptilian spines coming out of his back. His eyes have become completely red with one diamond-shaped red eye in the center of his forehead. He has taken on the form of the Legendary Dark Knight Sparda.

"Finally... I have Sparda's power! AND NOW, GREAT MUNDUS!" He looks to the sky. "COME FORTH!"

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"So, who's the babe? Where'd you meet her?" Dante looks over his shoulder.

"I can hear you!" Blake frowns.

"Okay," Dante turns around, still walking with you and Vergil. "Hi, who're you?"

"I'm Blake. I've been with (Y/N) this whole time."

"Really?" He leans back to see your face. "The one mission I send you on and you get babes. Know what I got?"

"Patty?" You laugh, to which even Vergil snickers.

"Yeah," Dante sighs, turning forward again. "Patty..."

"So, how are we getting there, anyway? There's a lake between us and Beacon."

"That's nothing," Vergil cuts open another dimensional rift. "We're there."

"Why can't you do that?" You eye Dante.

"I won't let you live with me anymore."

You four march through the portal and arrive in a small courtyard in front of the tower. You look to the top of Beacon tower, now taking on a new twisted appearance. Ozma who, with the help of the Temen-ni-gru, has opened up a way to the Demon Realm. In the air, three glowing red eyes peer through a portal.

"Hmph, the Demon King Mundus," Vergil notes.

"Him... he's the one who killed mother," Dante grips Rebellion. "He's the one I want to kill."

"The demon behind everything... behind us..."

Blake eyes you three. She thinks back to your old house when you vented about your family and how shattering it was to each of you. How that single event shaped each of you. Now this Demon is in front of you, ready for repentance. Despite their calm demeanour, Blake can only imagine that they too have boiling emotions within them.

"The Sons of Sparda... disgusting creatures," Mundus' voice echoes. "Ozma, you've done well to bring me back. Now, I will-"

"No," Ozma cuts him off, pointing the Devil Sword Sparda at the Demon King, the blade unleashing red lightning at the portal.

"WHAT IS THIS?" Mundus screeches.

"Your power is travelling between worlds! I can absorb it while you're vulnerable!" Ozma laughs. "I'm the Demon King now! With your power and Sparda's power..." Mundus' screams slowly dwindle as all his demonic power is absorbed by Ozma. The Sparda lookalike rises higher in the air as his body tries to handle all the demonic energy surging through him.

"NOW, PATHETIC HUMANS," he laughs. "SAY YOUR FINAL GOODBYES! YOU'RE ALL DEA-"

Dante fires his pistols at Ozma, not really doing anything.

"Jeez, shut up already," he rests one pistol on his shoulder. "You give our family a bad name, you know?"

"You think you can handle Sparda's power?" Vergil chuckles. "No... you can't. That power is mine."

"Yeah!" You cheer. "You... suck."

"I could tear apart the dimensions right now and summon every demon... but why do that? I'll hang your corpses above, keep them as trophies. You... will all die."

Ozma rushes down from the top of the tower at you all. Vergil and Dante go to counter whilst you merely stand there. The echo of their swords shakes all of Beacon, knocking you and Blake over.

"Blake, you gotta stay away!" You shout.

"But-"

"Find your friends! This is more than-"

Dante and Vergil are sent flying in either direction before Ozma rushes at you, grabbing your face and twirling into the air. He spirals round and round, not letting you gain your bearings at all before throwing you down with such force that you're surrounded in fire. You slam against the concrete, exploding in a massive dust cloud.

Blake can only look back, now unsure of what to do. She can see Dante and Vergil just getting up after they were attacked. You three are the strongest people Blake knows. If you're having trouble...

Dante brushes himself off and rolls his shoulders. "Alright, this is the second time you've caught me off guard," Dante swings Rebellion around in his hand. "It won't happen a third time!"

"You will regret facing the Sons of Sparda!" Vergil shouts.

The red and blue brothers attack from both sides with extreme speed and force. Ozma, without really reacting, blocks Yamato and catches Rebellion.

"Your strikes hold weight," Ozma notes. "If I only had Sparda's power, you three may have posed a threat to me."

You run in from behind with both weapons in hand, jump above him and bring down both swords in an x-formation. The momentum of your strike messes with you more than him. You bump into him and step back. His unmoving figure shakes you to your core.

"You..." He chuckles. The demon pulls the swords together, crushing you between Dante and Vergil then throwing the two into separate buildings. He grabs your throat, borderline crushing it with ease. Your demonic blood is the only thing keeping you alive. "Pathetic child... your usefulness-"

Gambol Shroud connects with Ozma's back, shattering the entire blade on impact. Blake freezes for a moment, staring up at the demonic presence as it turns around.

"B-Blake..." You exhale.

"Ms. Belladonna... I believe ending you right here would be a mercy... for allowing this all to happen."

Blake can't even run. Her legs just aren't moving. Her mind is completely frozen. Ozma backhands her – shattering Aura on contact – sending her body twirling to the air until she slams against the concrete. Ozma drops you next, your body flopping. He slowly approaches Blake as she's unconsciously laying on the floor. He opens his palm and gathers some demonic energy.

"Goodbye, Miss Belladonna..."

You land in front of him with Balrog at the ready. Your body is sparking with demonic power while you take a Royal Guard stance. Ozma recognizes you immediately, amping up his power immensely and releasing a blast that shatters your stance. You flip over Blake and land a few feet away from her, that flash of demonic power disappearing.

"Your persistence is annoying now..."

A dozen blue swords surround Ozma and immediately converge on him. The demon waves his hand, breaking all of them before they hit.

"Half-breeds like yourselves have no right attacking someone as powerful as I," he steps forward to see both Vergil and Dante. "Your father's power, Mundus' power... I am the ultimate being of all worlds!" Ozma raises his hands to his sides. "Mephala tried to stop me... but now I am the penultimate demon! No longer will I ever be subjected to-"

Dante interrupts Ozma with a few bullets. "Seriously, you need to shut up," the brother puts his pistols away and grabs Rebellion. "It's round two."

"Another loss.

The two brothers run at their false father, each moving around to either side of Ozma, but keep in front of him to draw his attention away from you. The brothers take two different approaches – Dante uses Trickster to appear above him and then bring down Rebellion upon him. Ozma counters, leaving him open for Vergil to dash right through him. Though, even Yamato doesn't make the new demon flinch. Ozma reaches for Dante's leg but the Devil Hunter spontaneously dashes backwards thanks to Trickster. In an instant, he grabs Ebony and Ivory to pepper Ozma's face with annoyance.

"Don't move," Vergil whispers as he sends a flurry of strikes right where Ozma is standing. Despite each of them connecting, he isn't phased by it at all.

"You pathetic creatures!" Ozma blitzes Dante, grabbing the red one's face and releasing a demonic blast that forces him to the ground. He turns to Vergil and rushes at the eldest brother. Vergil dashes away, on the defensive as he slides across the ground like it's ice. He does his best to repel and parry Ozma's attacks. But the speed and power of this demon eventually breaks Vergil's guard, opening the blue brother up for an attack. However, you run in, tackling the demon into a nearby archway.

"UNLEASH THE FLAME!" Balrog shouts.

You push off Ozma and start a flurry of punches with such speed and power that you're not even coordinated with it anymore. Ozma pushes off the column and grabs your throat.

"Why do you even bother?" The demon lord levitates into the air while your two brothers watch. "You're so insignificant, so pathetic... you don't deserve Sparda's blood."

You struggle with all your might, slamming your fists and feet into him with a fully flamed Balrog, but it does nothing. Ozma leans into your ear.

"I'll enjoy feeding your entrails to my followers," he whispers before ramming Sparda into your stomach.

You've never felt pain to this extent before. Your body doesn't feel like it's healing the attack like it normally does. Your breathing speeds up, your eyes frantic. Ozma releases your neck and sadistically watches you fall to the cement below.

Everything seems cold now... yet there's this strange heat in your chest that slowly spreads through your body. The voices of your friends, your brothers, they echo through your head.

"You'll get there! Just keep going at it and you'll be an ace Devil Hunter like you're ol' brother here!"

"Caring for humans... it was always your weakness."

"One day, (Y/N), you're going to have to help me. When I find the demon who killed her..."

"You lack any sort of motivation!"

"I love you, son."

"I'm counting on you, brother. I know you'll have my back."

"What steps have you taken to achieve that? Where has your motivation led you?"

"Without strength, you cannot protect anything."

"(Y/N)!" Blake crawls across the ground. "Please... get... up!"

"Blake!" Three other girls notice her amongst the chaos.

"N-No... stay away! Please!" She pleads, waving the girls away.

Dante and Vergil... smile upon seeing you hit the floor, the Devil Sword Sparda firmly planted through your body. Dante and Vergil take a moment to breathe and ready their weapons.

Ozma lands on the other side of you, looking towards the brothers and the pathetic team RWBY, but ignores the humans.

"It seems you too are happy to be rid of such filth."

"Hehe," Vergil snickers to himself. "No... it's merely amusing that you've made such a crucial error."

"What?" Ozma questions.

"Idiot," Dante shakes his head as demonic power slowly surges around them. "Never stab a Son of Sparda..."

"With his own weapon."

A massive explosion erupts your body, giving birth to a new form that puts pressure on everyone around, half-breed and demon alike. Out of the flashing and electrifying power is a figure familiar to everyone around. You step out, also having the form of Sparda while holding his blade.

"Allow my power to guide you, son." A mysterious yet calming voice speaks to you. "You're different from your brothers, but your soul still resembles mine. Take my knowledge, my power, and show him what a real Dark Knight can do!"

Alright, dad... I'll embrace your side. I'll embrace the power given to me as a Son of Sparda!

"S-Sparda?" Ozma steps back in fear. "No! You aren't Sparda! Sparda's power is mine!"

You lift your hand and release a shockwave that sends Ozma spiralling uncontrollably all the way back to his tower.

"(Y/N)?" Blake whimpers.

"Blake!" The members of team RWBY rush to her side. "Are you okay?"

You keep your eyes locked on Ozma as he crashes into his tower. Without turning to acknowledge your allies, you still speak to them.

"Stay out of the way."

Your wings extend as you leap off your right leg and soar towards the mirroring demon. Ozma is helpless as you slam Sparda through his stomach and the wall behind him, effectively locking him in place. You lift the blade up and fly, dragging Ozma halfway up the tower before grabbing the sword with both arms, turning around, and throwing both Ozma and stone behind him back to the ground. Ozma crashes against the ground, swiftly crushed by the following cement, and finished with you slamming your foot against his back. The demon's scream echoes through the grounds of Beacon Academy. He grinds his teeth whilst releasing a shockwave that barely knocks you back.

He gets to his feet, recognizably angry by his heaving chest.

"You... think... you're even comparable to me?"

"I don't care," you say with the demonic layer in your voice.

You waste no time in attacking once more. Ozma manages to focus a demonic blade in his hands. Your blade collides with his, shattering an entire section of it on impact. It barely manages to keep your blade from cutting him. You continue to attack, forcing Ozma to summon incomplete swords that you shatter with every swing. His stance falters, his confidence shakes. The demon, instead of making another sword, dashes back closer to Dante and Vergil, then soars into the air. He lifts his hands, spawning a variety of black portals that release dark lightning. You fly after him, watching each of the bolts soaring towards you. With the guidance of your father's power, you weave through the bolts, even cutting through one before reaching Ozma. You bring your sword down on Ozma, only to follow with a stabbing flurry that allows you to spin around him. While you move, Sparda begins to shift from a blade to a scythe. You pull the scythe, cutting into Ozma and slamming him against your back. Balrog appears on your left arm, his flames growing hotter than ever before. He's never felt this surge of power before.

You crash your elbow into Ozma's back, releasing Balrog's flames. The demon is pushed through the scythe, but all his power allows him to regenerate it. You then Trickster in front of him, Sparda now a sword again, and ram it into his stomach.

"You disgrace Sparda's legacy. Take another form you wretch."

Sparda extends, taking it's spear form before you turn around and whip Ozma right back to his tower. The blade returns to its natural form as you return to the ground with your allies. Dante, Vergil, and team RWBY are all surprised by your display of power.

You turn around to face them before a lightning bolt hits you and your human form is prominent.

"Thanks for coming, Blake, but this is something we have to do," you look to Dante and Vergil. "We can't kill Mundus anymore... but this guy is everything Mundus was... and he's disgracing our father's name. We're going to kill him together... as a family."

Dante slowly approaches, a wide smile on his face. "Look at you, little bro. Who knew your Devil Trigger would look so much like pop," he stops beside you and pats your shoulder. "You're a real fighter now."

"Heh... you think?"

"Mhm," he nods. "But now that you're gonna use it," a red burst of power washes over Dante as he takes on his Devil Trigger. "Guess I can't be slacking," Dante rolls his shoulders. "You're right, (Y/N). I've spent my whole life wanting to kill Mundus, and this guy takes it away from me," he shakes his head. "I gotta pay him back for that!"

You look to Vergil, who's examining you intensely. The sword, the form, you have Sparda's power within you. Even your demeanour is a lot more focused and calm than it ever has been before.

"Why you..? Why does our father's power bestow itself to you?"

"I... I don't know. You probably deserve it more," you half-heartedly chuckle. "But right now, Vergil, we have to stop Ozma with everything we got," you transform back into your Devil Trigger.

"So it would seem," Vergil does the same, his form mirroring Dante's aside from Yamato's sheathe seemingly becoming an attachment to his arm. "But once this is over, we will fight again."

"Of course," you nod.

With each of you now taking on your true, demonic states, you march together towards Ozma. The new Demon King panics as he watches all of you approach.

"No! NOOOOOOOOO! I deserve this power! I won't lose to you pathetic half-breeds!" He screams, the air itself trembling.

This overwhelming frustration and desire for power, along with the extremely heavy force of both Sparda and Mundus', begins to tear Ozma's body apart. It falls out of itself, layering with swirling blue energy. That energy grabs hold of the rock and cement around it, using it as pseudo armour. This form grows and grows, becoming as tall as the regular buildings around Beacon. Grotesque eyes begin forming around his body, moving around with the flow of energy that it's become.

This repulsive transformation doesn't halt any of you. It does make some of the other nearby students scream, throw up, or pass out.

"I have power... all this power that you cannot hope to reach!" His voice has become far more distorted.

"You know, Vergil, he kinda sounds like you," Dante remarks.

"Don't dare compare me to such an insect!"

"You do talk about power a lot," you remark.

Vergil briefly looks over at you two before sprinting forward towards your enemy.

Dante laughs. "Hey, come on! Don't be such a sour puss, Vergil!" He rushes in after the elder.

You feel an oddly natural sensation come about you. Like your body knows what to do without you really telling it to. You look down to the grotesque sword in your hand. It's just like before, when you first transformed. Your father is guiding you again. You spin your sword to the side and charge in, practically flying across the ground.

Dante weaves through the arms chasing him, cutting them apart with ease. When four of them try to wrap around him, he Trickster's atop the demon, guns in hand, and rains bullets down upon it while spinning around. Ozma growls while it grabs loose pieces of cement and attempts to crush his opponent. Vergil, however, zooms right through the arms, preventing any retaliation from the blob. Finally, you glide in, slashing through the side, spinning around, and cutting upwards.

"Finally joining?" Dante teases while fending off a few limbs.

"You're all going to die!" Ozma's distorted voice screams.

"Yeah, yeah," Dante flips back, landing beside Vergil who waves his hand and rains down a seemingly limitless amount of Summoned Swords. You grab Kaimira, fueling the Devil Arm with your newfound energy.

"Whoa nelly, that's a rush if I've ever felt one," it comments.

You smirk before firing shells of devastating demon-killing rounds. It blows off some of the limbs, making them writhing on the ground. You quickly shift back to Sparda and charge forward, the blade piercing through its body. You morph it into scythe mode, twisting and pulling to tear apart anything inside. Meanwhile, Dante is weaving around the blob, slashing at its arms, legs, and body. Ozma is unable to do anything against this onslaught.

"Look at what all that power has done to you. You're a blob, unable to truly fight."

"Silence, boy! You don't have Sparda's power! I do! I DO!"

You pull out your weapon and see something before he can heal. There's a husk in the center, curled up and helpless.

Is that... his body?

Ozma's power starts to ferociously leak out, disintegrating everything nearby. You and your brothers back up, all regrouping with one another.

"What a disgusting creature..." Vergil sneers.

"I think I know how to kill him," you quickly say, quiet enough to hide it from Ozma. "I think I saw his body in the center."

"Sounds like a plan," Dante spins Rebellion. "How do you wanna do this?"

"Dante, ready your guns. Vergil, you and me are gonna try to rip him apart. When we get it, you fall back with Dante. I'll make sure it stays open."

"Sounds like a plan to me," Dante puts Rebellion away and grabs his guns, firing on the beast with everything he has.

You and Vergil dash in, nearly invisible and stab the same spot. Knowing it worked, you repeat what you did earlier in turning Sparda to its scythe form and tearing Ozma's body apart. Vergil takes a few steps back, using Yamato's fast and sharp cuts to reduce his layers. The stone armour he once had is cut apart instantly thanks to Vergil. The elder notes how fast the Ozma is recovering and about to attack.

"Keep driving a hole!" Vergil shouts, channelling all his demonic energy into the greatest Judgement Cut he's ever done, exhaling deeply as he sheathes his sword. It slices him apart to such a scale that Ozma's massive body is reduced to nothing larger than a car. Without skipping a beat, you fill Sparda with demonic power and spin it around to tear open a hole. You immediately summon Balrog and unleash powerful flames within the hole, keeping it open.

Dante smiles, grabbing Ebony and Ivory and spinning them around. He points at Ozma, pausing a moment when Vergil slides beside him.

"Hey, Vergil... want one?"

"Hmph," Vergil catches the gun Dante tosses him. "I can try it your way for once," he says while moving back to back with Dante, their guns being diagonal and vertical to one another.

"Remember what we used to say?" Dante asked, eliciting a smirk from Vergil.

You push off of Ozma and spin, kneeling down below your brothers while grabbing Kaimira.

"You're not doing it without me!"

"Jackpot!"

"Potluck!"

The demonic fueled bullets spiral through the air, the red and blue seemingly drawn in by your purple. They all pierce through his squishy body and penetrate the husk inside, exploding on contact. Ozma doesn't have time to even say his final words before his body blows up into tiny chunks. The power that was once Sparda's slowly spirals into you, returning it all to the sword.

"Did you say potluck?" Dante asks you while returning to his human form.

"Isn't... that what it is?" You and Vergil do the same.

"No! It's jackpot!"

"Even I knew that," Vergil comments.

"But... I... how would I remember?"

"Dante does say his foolish lines often. We also said it as children."

"I'm younger than you two!" You wave your hands. "Jackpot... huh? Wait, so what about that other one?"

"Which one?" Dante tilts his head.

"I definitely got this one right," you clear your throat, slide back, and get into position. "This party's getting whacky!"

"You're not allowed to live with me anymore," Dante turns and walks away.

"W-Wait!" You run after your brothers. "What is it really called? What do you say, Dante? Dante! DANTE!"

You stop and laugh. "Wait, Dante!" You say in a more serious tone, getting the man's attention. "There's one more thing we gotta do."

"There is, Vergil, grabs hold of Yamato. "We must settle this."

"No," you shake your head. "After fighting alongside you guys for the first time... I had a lot of fun," you chuckle, grabbing Sparda off your back and staring at it. "But I had to rely on dad's power. I heard him, I think. He helped me fight. But..." You place your hand on Sparda, seemingly grabbing hold of something. You use all your might to pull out the two amulets, returning Sparda to Force Edge. You put your blade away and toss your brothers the amulets, which they catch.

"I... don't understand," Vergil looks at it and shakes his head. "Why... you had our father's power... why throw it away?"

You shrug and laugh. "I don't know... I just want... I want to be able to keep up with you guys on my own. Now that I know what that looks like I won't stop until I'm there!"

Dante smirks and keeps walking. "I'll see you back at home, kid."

"Isn't... it destroyed," you scratch your head.

"I don't understand you," Vergil notes. "You gave up all that power... to attain it some other way?"

"Hehe, I guess so," you shrug. "I'll fight you again Vergil, soon. I promise."

Vergil squints at you, unsure how to take this. He'd never do anything so...

"Foolishness," Vergil shakes his head. "But... I believe that's part of your power," he turns around and creates a portal for himself. "You're stronger than we give you credit for, little brother. I'm looking forward to our next match."

With that, the two Sons of Sparda leave. You remain, looking over the destruction caused by Ozma, and the scared teenagers who never even knew demons existed before now.

"Can't believe it, sonny."

"I know..."

"How can Vergil think you're any good?" Kaimira continues.

"Hey! I'm plenty strong!"

"At times," Balrog replies.

"You know what? Now I just have to go on another adventure and prove to you two that I," you slam your hand against your chest. "Am a very strong person. But first," you look towards Beacon. "I have to find Blake..."

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A Few Weeks Later...

"Ah, this is better," Dante sits in his chair, grabbing a slice of pizza. "It's like nothing ever happened."

"Can I have some," you moan while panting on the couch. "I'm the one... who rebuilt this place, you know?"

"And I'm very thankful for that, little bro. Your right, here," Dante grabs a slice and throws it at you.

Your catch completely misses and the pizza splats right on your face. Dante snickers. "That was your fault."

"Eeeh," you grab the food off your face and start to eat it.

The front door suddenly opens for Blake.

"Are you here?"

"Yeah," you wave with pizza grease and sauce all over your face.

"Here... and not ready," Blake shakes her head. "Come on, it's the school dance. Why aren't you in a suit yet?"

"I thought we were changing there?"

"You have a suit?" Dante comments.

"Alright, I'm coming," you roll off the couch and walk towards Blake.

She huffs. "We're gonna have to clean off your face first..."

"Oh, right!"

As soon as the words leave your lips, a tear in space-time opens and Vergil steps out.

"I've given you time, brother. Our rematch is now!" He points Yamato towards you.

"Oh, here we go," Dante grabs another slice and smiles, looking forward to the show.

"I, uh... can't! I have a thing to go to!"

"Don't try and weasel your way out of this," he pulls his hand back.

Blake rubs her temples. "Family... it's always complicated.

"VERGIL! VERGIL WAIT! AAAAAAAAAH, MY SPLEIN! STOP IT!"

"Show me your motivation!"

"CALM YOURS DOWN!"

"Blast!"

"VERGIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIL!"

And with that... I have finally written the Blake story. Plus a DMC story! So that's fun. This chapter turned out to be way longer than I intended. I think I added an extra 4,000 words while going over it again. I don't know, I wanted it to be super fun and action-packed. I hope you all enjoyed this little adventure! I had a BLAST writing it.

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