Post by frosty225 on Jun 6, 2011 17:40:49 GMT -6
"I... WILL get home!" The warrior roared out, "And you won't stop me no matter what!" The Chinese warrior chuckled as his green aura suffocated the area. "You are wrong boy, you will die here." Amon took a step forward, his aura nearly crushing his opponent. He had to hold off Amon, it was the only chance they had... Alex still wasn't completely done with the metamorphosis and Cyris was currently busy with Beroth.
Just as all seemed hopeless, Amon spoke, "You've done well with these Ajerians. But your days are done. Go now, and become devoured by the abyss." The attack from Amon was coming and suddenly the young male heard a voice in his head, a voice of someone all too familiar, and clad in red. 'C'mon kid, time to wake up! It's not every day you get to save a world. Cherish it, this is your time to shine!'
As the attack came the male snapped away, a demonic arm shooting out and grabbing the attack given by Amon, powering through it as now where the male once stood a demon did. He held him off long enough for Alex's transformation to be completed, and Cyris to finish off her foe and assisted the revived king of the Ajerian's and the current queen to put an end to Amon.
At the end of it all when Amon was finally laid to rest, a rift opened. And he stood before it, back in his original form as he looked towards Cyris. "Thanks for the help kid, sure you don't want to stay?" She asked, he only shook his head, "Nah... gotta go back... see if what Alucard said was true. Plus I bet a bunch of people are missing me." He rubbed his thumb against the tip of his nose and shared a hug with Cyris, "Take care then." He nodded, "I will. No worries." He shook hands with the revived Ajerian king, "Welcome back, you take care... Arix."
They said their good byes before he hopped head long into the rift before it closed.
A crack in the air and a sudden explosion and the young male landed on the ground in a crouched positon, The tips of his long silver hair scrapping against the ground as around him the wind howled about the cold and destroyed remains of his old home... Domino City.
"Well... this town has gone to shit... those guys can't do anything right can they?" His stark response met no one else as he walked around the destroyed city, coming to one spot he knew might be there if they decided to rebuild it. But as he arrived, all the met him was a vacant spot. "What... the... fuck?" It was gone, Devil May Cry had vanished...
He shook his head, walking off and finding his old apartment, and to his luck it was still there. He managed to get into his room, pulling the blade from his back, removing the black hooded robe and stripping himself of his firearms and armor before walking into the bathroom and looking into the mirror. God... he had changed so much... his silver hair was down to his waist and a cross shaped scar rested over his right eye, and goatee made of white hair... that had to go.
He had been through so much hell... seemed like years he was in that war, the abyss... that crazy angel bitch, all of it seemed kind of like a dream though, but he knew it to not be the case as he removed the blood soaked cloths that he wore, where they were once ivory in color.
He turned on the shower, luckily for him the hot water still worked. He got in and washed off all of the dirt and crusted blood from his body, after about an hour of washing he finally walked out, shaved his face and combed his hair before coming out in a pair of black jeans and flipped on the radio, hopefully the survivor's broadcast was still up and could give him some news as to what has happened.
The demons have left, but the world has been wiped out, any and all survivors. Come to Domino city, a tower has appeared and have given promise of a new world. A new start.
He listened intently putting his hair into a pony tail before braiding it. "A new world... some tower?" He looked out of his window, seeing towards the west what the radio was talking about. "That may have the answers... But some people have some ass kicking coming to them though..."
He put on his clothes, god they felt so weird compared to what he had been used to wearing. Black Jeans and boots with a white t-shirt and a black over shirt, he suited up grabbing his belt which holstered the 60. caliber handguns Apathy and Zeal and put it on, followed by the sheath that held his father's sword, a sword he had come to become a part of, as much as it had become a part of him, Rebellion. He tossed his armor into a dufflebag and left heading to the tower.
He got there, and in his wake stood...
Just as all seemed hopeless, Amon spoke, "You've done well with these Ajerians. But your days are done. Go now, and become devoured by the abyss." The attack from Amon was coming and suddenly the young male heard a voice in his head, a voice of someone all too familiar, and clad in red. 'C'mon kid, time to wake up! It's not every day you get to save a world. Cherish it, this is your time to shine!'
As the attack came the male snapped away, a demonic arm shooting out and grabbing the attack given by Amon, powering through it as now where the male once stood a demon did. He held him off long enough for Alex's transformation to be completed, and Cyris to finish off her foe and assisted the revived king of the Ajerian's and the current queen to put an end to Amon.
At the end of it all when Amon was finally laid to rest, a rift opened. And he stood before it, back in his original form as he looked towards Cyris. "Thanks for the help kid, sure you don't want to stay?" She asked, he only shook his head, "Nah... gotta go back... see if what Alucard said was true. Plus I bet a bunch of people are missing me." He rubbed his thumb against the tip of his nose and shared a hug with Cyris, "Take care then." He nodded, "I will. No worries." He shook hands with the revived Ajerian king, "Welcome back, you take care... Arix."
They said their good byes before he hopped head long into the rift before it closed.
A crack in the air and a sudden explosion and the young male landed on the ground in a crouched positon, The tips of his long silver hair scrapping against the ground as around him the wind howled about the cold and destroyed remains of his old home... Domino City.
"Well... this town has gone to shit... those guys can't do anything right can they?" His stark response met no one else as he walked around the destroyed city, coming to one spot he knew might be there if they decided to rebuild it. But as he arrived, all the met him was a vacant spot. "What... the... fuck?" It was gone, Devil May Cry had vanished...
He shook his head, walking off and finding his old apartment, and to his luck it was still there. He managed to get into his room, pulling the blade from his back, removing the black hooded robe and stripping himself of his firearms and armor before walking into the bathroom and looking into the mirror. God... he had changed so much... his silver hair was down to his waist and a cross shaped scar rested over his right eye, and goatee made of white hair... that had to go.
He had been through so much hell... seemed like years he was in that war, the abyss... that crazy angel bitch, all of it seemed kind of like a dream though, but he knew it to not be the case as he removed the blood soaked cloths that he wore, where they were once ivory in color.
He turned on the shower, luckily for him the hot water still worked. He got in and washed off all of the dirt and crusted blood from his body, after about an hour of washing he finally walked out, shaved his face and combed his hair before coming out in a pair of black jeans and flipped on the radio, hopefully the survivor's broadcast was still up and could give him some news as to what has happened.
The demons have left, but the world has been wiped out, any and all survivors. Come to Domino city, a tower has appeared and have given promise of a new world. A new start.
He listened intently putting his hair into a pony tail before braiding it. "A new world... some tower?" He looked out of his window, seeing towards the west what the radio was talking about. "That may have the answers... But some people have some ass kicking coming to them though..."
He put on his clothes, god they felt so weird compared to what he had been used to wearing. Black Jeans and boots with a white t-shirt and a black over shirt, he suited up grabbing his belt which holstered the 60. caliber handguns Apathy and Zeal and put it on, followed by the sheath that held his father's sword, a sword he had come to become a part of, as much as it had become a part of him, Rebellion. He tossed his armor into a dufflebag and left heading to the tower.
He got there, and in his wake stood...
