Advent of the Demon King: A DMC-inspired RP

Alex stared at the Gluttons that suddenly appeared and drew Wyrmfang with his left hand in a reverse grip. He spun the blade about as he willed its natural abilities to activate. Flames burst into being around the sword briefly, before being focused towards the tip and launching at the ground between the two Gluttons to explode.

He sheathed his dragontooth blade as he rushed in to confront one of the gluttons while they were off balance from the fireball. A lance appeared in his hands as he rammed one of them, intending to nail the demon to the backwall. Once that was done, Alex repeatedly slugged the demon in the face with his armored left hand.

Outside, Victor walked calmly around the Vanguards, unarmed.

"You know, I could use demons like you on my team. You know, large, strong, dumb. So, what do you say, want a jo-"

One Vanguard brought down their massive scythe towards Victor's head, striking nothing. Victor stood, amused, on top of the handle.

"So, I offer you a job, and you try and kill me? Wow, you sure ARE idiots."

Another swing, another miss, as Victor now stood on top of both reaping instruments, making them look like nothing but toys. He lifted his hands in the air, almost as if mocking them.

"You know, with the way the economy is going, prices going up and fuck this I'm just going to stab you."

With that same breath, he drew out his Serenity, and went for the equivalent of a groin stab to one of them, before slicing upwards and backflipping. A few short moments of silence.

The reaper on the left was sliced apart, drifting sideways before being turned into nothing more than a fading shadow, like a fleeting dream that never existed. He turned around slowly, taunting smile on his face, as he held out his hand, flipping the bird at the other, while making a "come on" gesture with it.

"Come a little closer. I'll let you see Serenity close up. Better hurry, she's not a patient woman."

The Vanguard hesitated for a moment, before rushing forwards to attack Victor.

"Well, not even my birthday yet, and I'm still being attacked by idiots."

A fiery, dark glint in his eyes, and he became a blur as he rushed towards the Vanguard, Serenity sheathed.

Meanwhile, inside the building, the prides and Gluttons were closing in. The team were going to need to put a LITTLE more power into the fight. Something that would make a devil cry.

"OH FOR... UGH, GO DEVIL TRIGGER ON THEIR ASSES! THE SOONER THEY'RE GONE, THE BETTER! I PAID A DEPOSIT ON THIS JOINT!"

Victor shouted at them from outside, busy with the other Vanguard. They were pretty evenly matched. A bit strange considering what he had done a moment earlier.

edited 18th May '15 9:01:40 AM by UndyingPhoenix

Unfortunately, of the two girls there one who would be willing to turn into a super mode, didn't have it and the one who could transform wasn't willing due to her beliefs.

Rinchen went for a more careful approach, weaving through the enemies and trying to dodge attacks, a hurricane of punches and kicks, striking at every demon in sight.

Samantha, on the other hand didn't mind taking things up a notch, hitting one of the demons in the head with the halberd before letting go of it... taking out her handguns, Lancelot and Gawaine, grinning as she let out a flurry of magic enhanced bullets.

Alex pulled back from the glutton he was face punching to dodge a retaliatory blast of sand, and to plant a newly conjured hatchet in the face of one of the weaker demons that had been sneaking up behind him. Continuing his dodge spin and attack, he summoned a ridiculously over-sized set of brass knuckles over his armored hand to deliver a finishing blow to the glutton. With that one disposed of he dropped the knuckles to the ground with a loud thud.

Turning about with his back to the wall, Alex assessed the number of remaining demons along with how his new coworkers were doing. No one seemed to be having any trouble which was certainly good. He leaned backwards to dodge a scythe slash from a pride, before planting a boot in its face to knock it away. A flurry of knives suddenly shooting from his empty left hand finished the demon off whilst it stumbled away.

He dashed towards the next nearest Glutton, using some prides that were in the way as stepping stones for his lunging spinning leap. A second overly large blade formed in his hands as he spun, bisecting the Glutton cleanly in two from top to bottom. Leaving the large blade sunk into the floor where it was, Alex spun himself on top of its hilt to stand there as he began rapidly summoning and firing and dropping precocked crossbows at the remaining Prides.

Adrian finished off another Pride with a buckshot round to its chest before he was forced dodged a spout of sand from a nearby Glutton. Annoyed at the interruption, He quickly switched back to Cernnunos and planted his chain-wrapped fist into the demon's jaw, sending the demon staggering.

"Tch, bastard threw me off mah rhythm.'' Adrian muttered as he jerked on the chain, and sent the meteor hammer careening into the stunned Glutton. "What the hell've ya been eatin', sand dunes?" The hammer head detonated on impact again, turning the demon to powder.

Adrian took out several more demons before he heard Victor's cry, and decided to make things speed up a little. Activating his Devil Trigger, the Southerner was now clad in black armour, and a red light shone from the visor of his helmet. Cernnunos also had also changed slightly; the hammer head looking more aggressive, and the metal darkening several shades.

Adrian gave a low chuckle as he resumed his attack with vigour, taking out several demons with a flurry of overhead slams.

The Prides and Gluttons were thinning out, now only a sparse few, easily able to be defeated quickly. They even seemed to be hesitating a bit, not attacking as quickly as before. Sand covered the entire room, able to be cover a small child if put together in a heap. Victor was going to have a whole lot of cleaning to do.

"Nice job guys! Keep it up!"

Speaking of the devil, Victor was outside, playing with the Hell Vanguard, always tauntingly evading the attacks of the Vanguard at the last moment.

"C'mon! You've gotta do better than that to hit ol' Vic!"

And the Hell Vanguard DOES do better. It Devil Triggers. And manages to cut Victor lightly across his cheek, stopping him dead in his tracks.

"What was that?"

One hand, slowly, almost purposefully, reaches up to Victor's face, sweeping lightly over the bleeding cut. He looks at the hand, a look of...shock? Apathy? Curiosity.

"So...this is what my blood looks like?"

For once...Victor is quiet. No inane insult. No biting comment. No taunting banter. Just that look of incredulous shock and a certain...PRESENCE in the air around Victor. Even the Vanguard hesitated a bit.

This was not going to turn out well for the Vanguard...or the Vanguard's newly arriving cohorts.

Alex kicked one of the spent crossbows littering the ground around his feet into the face of one of the few remaining demons inside the building. It didn't really do much then distract the demon for a second but that was long enough for Alex to close the distance and plant a wickedly jagged dagger into its throat and then tear it out viciously. With that demon turned to dust as well, Alex figured he could leave the rest of the remaining indoor demons for his compatriots to see how well his new boss was doing.

He kicked open the doors of the establishment and drew Wyrmfang. He stared at his boss who seemed to be in a bit of a trance after getting a tiny cut. He arced a curious eyebrow, "Does one little cut really throw you that far off your game?"

Pulverizing another Glutton with Cernnunos, Adrian felt Victor's devil energy spike, and spared a glance, before chuckling.

   "Well this oughta be interestin'..."    He said.    "Ah dunno what those Vanguards did, but it got our boss well an' truly pissed."   

Victor slowly nods his head.

"So...you could actually hit me. Now, let's get a little...   DANGEROUS, shall we?!   "

He sheathes Serenity, putting it slowly back into the sheath, despite the newly arriving Hell Vanguards.

And then all hell breaks loose.

There's a huge explosion of demonic energy as Victor enters his true Devil form, skin turning black and white, vein-like lines appearing all over him. He becomes nothing but a black and white blur, the glint of silver as he cut each Hell Vanguard almost countless times in the span of a second for each, rushing from one to the next, and back again. To the untrained, slow eye, it would seem like the demons were being hit by nothing but air, but to those trained for demon hunting and having enhanced perception, they would clearly see Victor downright cutting through them too quick for their body to even react and split appropriately.

It's a deadly, one sided dance of death. The finale is no less gruesome. Victor finally comes to a standstill, sheathing Serenity slowly again.

Click.

Of the 5 Hell Vanguards, 4 of them simply waft into pieces, turning into black smoke as they simply ceased to be. The last one remaining looks to be having some doubts about fighting Victor. Sadly, it was not to be.

"   Are you ready?!   "

Victor appears behind the last remaining Vanguard, Order and Chaos in his hand, and a blitz of cuts, slashes, stabs and a very near decapitation follow, before the Vanguard is swept into the air, only to be hit in the body with a spinning heel slam, and being impaled by a dropped Order and Chaos, and Victor's foot stomp a few seconds later. He brutally rips them out, putting them across his back and slinging out Eris and Eirene, aiming their barrels at the head of the Vanguard in a V.

"   I win.   "

The devil is completely obliterated by the final shot, disappearing into smoke as the final shots hit it.

Victor returns to normal, looking a bit more tired than when he began.

"Well...now that that's done...who wants to party?!"

Did all of this mean nothing to him? All he does is casually turn around and face his employees, holding his arms out questioningly.

"What?"

edited 2nd Jun '15 8:05:04 AM by UndyingPhoenix

A —speaker— about three times Victor's height is launched in the air, missing his head for inches without any need for dodging, crashing just behind him.
The electro/rock sound is cut, or it seems to be, as the attention of where the devils this came turns to a panting blond man on the doorstep, his chest going up and down as his arms are still extended from the end of the throwing motion.
"Alright" He says, with a jovial, yet clearly drunken voice, his face contortioned with anger, his lips twisting as he spoke "I were left with vague directions and got late to this freaking meeting in that wasted place, and yet you leave freaking early, for a party??" He says, rubbing a note in the air.
"I wanna know which of you f*ckers is Victor Purge. I'm gonna turn his ass from the inside out. He'll be so ugly, he'll wish he were a devil!!"
As he was speaking, he spinned his right shoulder as if to warm up, and his duster with ripped off arms seemed to show a scar line in the shoulder of his yellow glowing, almost tribal-like tattoead arm. It was definetively a wound, but the same yellow light was coming from inside of it, going to about halfway the circunference of his shoulders. Then he sees the beasts.
"Hello...devils" He let's out a grin. "Don't be disappointed Victor, I'll deal with you in just a sec..."
And then he charged to kill his liquor-tickets.

edited 8th Jun '15 7:36:25 AM by Kyef

Gene runs up to the nearest demon with a charging punch —wich looked fast as hell even for a demon hunter.