Post by rob on Sept 20, 2012 14:25:57 GMT -6
Name: Sparda Vivendi
Aliases: The Legendary Dark Knight, The Great Betrayer
Age: 2300 years old. Looks about 39
Gender: Male
Species: Devil
Alignment: Good
Canon or Original: Canon
Date of Birth: 2100DM
Place of Birth: Netherrealm; Genesis
Physical Appearance: Sparda, though a devil, enjoys taking the appearance of a human and even finds this form much easier to mingle among humans with. A muscular body that stands at seven foot nine inches has very little body fat and absolutely no bodily hair on his slightly tanned skin. A muscular jaw and dashing face coupled with ice blue eyes and white hair that is always groomed nicely and slicked black is often enough to make ladies swoon.
His attire is very reminiscent of a Victorian aristocrat or nobleman. It consists of black leather boots that stop at his mid-calf with his pant’s hem tucked into them. From there, dark brown pants raise up to his hip with a simple belt holding the trousers to his waist. Strapped to his right and left legs are two holsters for which he keeps his twin firearms Luce and Ombra, above that the Yamato sits on the left side of his hip. A crisp and clean long sleeved white button up with cuffs covers his upper body. The lower half of the shirt is tucked into the waistline of his pants while the cuffs of the sleeves are neatly laid over his pearl white gloves, which cover his entire hand. Above this white shirt is a simple black, sleeveless three-buttoned vest. A short black scarf is lightly wrapped around his neck and pinned with a ruby jeweled broach.
More often than not, especially when traveling, Sparda wears a violet coat with a high folded collar that easily covers anything under his cheekbones when viewed from the sides or any angle except for the front. At the end of the coat sleeves, the cuffs are rolled up past the wrist for easy of motion so that he can perform his techniques much faster without the coat interfering. Across the entire trim of the coat are black and red designs that somehow elegantly compliment the coat itself. And no matter what–unless within the comfort of his own home or a safe place–Rebellion and force Edge are always in their scabbards on his back.
However as much as Sparda enjoys this form, it is not his real one. It’s merely an illusion to hide the true Devil that stands at a towering nine foot tall. Pale, almost gray, hardened skin is the density of chainmallie shows every part of his muscular body that isn’t covered by a natural armor similar to that of a rhinoceros, which is as hard as diamonds. Upon further inspection Sparda brandishes two sets of wings. One set is almost bat like, except for the obvious note that they’re created out of the same natural plating his armor is made out of. The second set is Insectoid and despite their fragile appearance, they are extremely tolerable and sharp, often used as natural weapons in a fight to cut foes in half.
Much like Mundus, a large third eye sits in the middle of his forehead, which begins the helm.
Upon his natural helm are two large horns that curve from behind his ears and point forward with a downward angle. Over his pectoral muscles is a large chest plate that protects his heart from being attacked it merges into his collarbone before from the shoulder muscles a large neck protector raises a few inches away from his neck and merges into spiked Paldrons. Sparda’s upper arms and legs are plated much like a samurai’s armor before they connect into clawed gauntlets and grieves that have golden skulls with horns on them long tarnished and scratched due to his countless battles.
Special Abilities:
Sparda’s power does not come from being a devil, though it certainly helps. It comes from his drive to protect those who cannot protect themselves and to make sure what happened to his family never happens to anyone else, it is because of this that Sparda has unlocked the full potential any devil could obtain. But even through this, Sparda’s always had unnatural strengths. Being known to lift demons as tall as skyscrapers and throw them great distances, his speed is bewildering to the point that the eyes of his prey, no matter what species of monster they may be see him move as a blur in combat. His reflexes and senses at such a peaked level that his entire surroundings appear to move slower than what they really are. His dexterity is unlike anything anyone has seen being able to leap a height of over two stories tall, his body even in human form is also rather resilient, able to take a building falling on top of him. His regenerative abilities are instantaneous the moment he’s harmed, the healing process begins and within minutes his body is as good as new. Almost as if it had never been damaged to begin with.
Besides his physical prowess, Sparda is an expert swordsman. Able to perfectly blend his demonic abilities, the arcane, and his own skill with any type of bladed weapon into a seamless combat method that has turned countless demons away in fear… and many dead where they once stood, the same could be said about his marksmanship. A well versed Devil in the arcane and occult. Sparda has used a numerous amount of spells and magik to not only seal away the demon world, but also add more hurt to his attacks. Last but not least, his innate ability to shift his appearance from human to devil at will.
Weapons:
Sparda carries on his person five weapons in total, three swords and two twin handguns. The first blade is known as the Force Edge and is a weapon of demonic origin. It looks much like that of a classical broadsword from blade to pummel it is only four feet long. The second blade is the Yamato. A deadly Katana shaped blade that’s so sharp, even a simple touch is enough to cut. It’s said that this sword was used to cut many of the connections between the underworld and the human world. It is powerful enough to carve through dimensions and act as a conduit to focuses the raw damage of the split dimension into each slash. The final blade is named the Rebellion. It’s a magical based blade designed to focus Sparda’s power into each slash to amplify the damage. The blade from tip to pummel is about the size of a normal bastard sword. By looking at this blade one would think it rather heavy and clunky however in Sparda’s hands that is quite the opposite.
Sparda’s final weapon is a pair of twin handguns, his ‘Girls’ Luce and Ombra. The firearms are custom Colt M1911’s with a few modifications. The most obvious one being that Luce is Silver while Ombra is Onyx, they’re both forged from demonic metals strong enough to block swords and resilient to being crushed. Both firearms have customized slides and frames which lends them to being a tab bit lengthier as far as the chamber is concerned, however the customization doesn’t end their. Both guns have been modified with short-pull triggers, targeting sights, beaver-tail grip safety mechanisms and slam pads on their magazines as well as additions decock levers mounted on the slides. The left-handed firearm, Ombra, is fitted with a custom slide that has the extractor and ejection port on the outside, allowing the spent shells to fall on the outside of the shooter. Both handguns are outfitted with ergonomic wood grips. In the middle of the grip panels are portraits of Victorian women; as befits their names, Ombra's is dark-haired, and Luce's is fair-haired.
The bullets are customized armor piercing silver rounds; a Mandala with a Boji symbol over it is inscribed into each bullet forged into them that enchants the bullet. Allowing it to absorb and imbue Sparda’s demonic energy into each shot for a punch that hits like a tank.
History:
This is not the Legend of Sparda everyone is familiar with. This is the tragedy behind the name, the rise and fall of the powerful devil, Sparda.
[/size][/center]((Out of Character Disclaimer: I’m only going to be doing pieces of my story for the history because if I posted the entire thing… it would be way too long lol.))
It had been exactly a year since the war between Mundus and Quan Chi had begun in the Netherrealm. Utter discord had absorbed the plane of existence as demons of all kinds fought for the throne at the temple of the Prince of Darkness. It was a monumental construct a pyramid as tall as three fully activated Temin-Ni-Gru and as wide as an entire continent. It’s design closely resembling a mix of Egyptian and Mayan Architecture. A single set of stairs started from the base all the way to the temple’s throne room. Hundreds, no, thousands of corpses littered the ground and blood was sprayed all across the midsection and back of the temple as two demons stood between the rest of the Netherrealm and the throne.
“So, once I get to that throne, and make this world mine, you will be my right hand Sparda.” The more human of the two spoke as his rapier like weapon pierced the heart of a charging devil. His long white hair twisting and flapping around his curved horns as he spun and knelt with outstretched angel wings that sliced clean through a demon’s head. He stood to his full height, a bare, muscular body covered only by a once white toga that was now stained in red blood. His face was a young one and held a third eye within his forehead. He was a giant compared to his counterpart who looked more like a devil than he did. “Well then Mundus, get up there. I can handle all of these peasants on my own.” The devil looked much more to the appearance one would imagine when they hear the word demon. Armor plated skin, claws, horns and wings. The whole nine yards. Mundus’ only response was a pat on Sparda’s shoulder as he began ascending the steps. It was a pat that said; ‘best of luck.’
Sparda’s skull kneepad collided with the skull of a leaping lesser demon before the creature was axe kicked back into a large mob. A swing of his sword and a vicious shockwave released from his broadsword vaporizing that entire mob. The demons themselves saw only Sparda standing in their way and decided it was a good idea to swarm him… they soon learned the folly of their mistakes. As soon as they charged Sparda drew his second blade, a decadent bastard sword, the hilt was of skeletal design, the eyes sockets of the skull began to vibrantly shine with a red glow, the air bending and displacing around the sword as it was raised into the air. Tendrils of aura and white electric sparks skittered across his arm and down into the blade, which soon took on a crimson, hue. Closer… just a little closer and, a howl was released into the air as Sparda swung the sword. A huge eruption of power raced off of the blade, carving through anything in its path. Down and down it went destroying demons large and small until finally it the ground at the base of the pyramid which a large explosion that shook the very foundation of the area.
As the smoke settled, only a few demons remained. One to two thousand, give or take… Sparda dropped into a crouching stance. One blade held in a reverse grip out in front of him while the other was held in above his head, blade pointed forward. Muscles tightened, wings raised, and Sparda was off but just as he was about to meet the horde head on, a thunderous voice boomed outward from above a voice that held power in it, enough power to stop everyone in their tracks. Sparda knew who it was though. “I am Mundus! I am the new Prince of Darkness.” They had succeeded.
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That was nearly 300 years ago... Mundus, along with a large force driven by Sparda soon conquered all of the Netherrealm and destroyed any who opposed the might of the new Dark Prince. By this time the pair had grown older. But 300 years of ruling over a conquered domain can easily grow stale. And so Mundus, with his general traversed the rift that connected their world with the human world and invaded the small village that was positioned in the valley of the Moon. The area was easily conquered and marked as the demon capitol of the human world. Esscarot. A large religious order was formed that worshiped Mundus as an embodiment of Lord Yahweh.
Sparda is sent forth, given his own personal battalion to lead. Along with his Demon lieutenants Arachnid of Flame; Phantom, The Fallen Angel of Light; Beowulf, The leviathan of fire; Ifirit, The lightning Witch; Nevan, The brothers of the Raging Tempest; Agni and Rudra, and finally the hound of Ice; Cerberus, Mundus’ control over the world of Genesis was like an unstoppable tidal wave. Each and every day new villages and kingdoms would fall to the might of Sparda and his armies. Except for one… Aircano, their forces were never able to breech the domain of the holy city. It took 100 years but the holy city was finally over taken, their religion replaced by the religion of the Mara De Ville. Anyone who refused to follow under Mundus was put to public execution, and that’s when he saw her…
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She had been a thorn in the campaign’s side since her coming of age, a young woman possibly in her early twenties, long golden blond hair now tangled and sullied. Rich ivory skin smeared with dirt, her usual battle armor replaced with prison rags. She was the high priestess Eva Belladonna, and she was a fierce warrior who helped lead Aircano against Mundus’ forces for a long time. But now she was among a group of her peers, followers and demons alike watching from a packed audience as her and five others were chained to an execution stage. There was already blood from the freshly executed covering the wooden block that was used for beheading, and Eva was next. The crowd went wild when she was brought up, but quietly hushed as Mundus began to speak. “Eva Belladonna. You are accused of resisting my way; you have also leaded numerous resistance groups against me. Renounce and Repent, and you shall be saved.” The Prince of Darkness’ thunderous voice flooded the area. “I will never serve you demon!” Eva’s knees were kicked out from under her and her head was slammed into the bloodied block. “Very well.” The Dark Prince gave the command and the executioner raised his mighty halberd.
“Stop!” Gasps and shock raced through the air as Sparda was upon the stage, the halberd held back by hand. “Sparda, explain what you are doing.” The command ushering from his oldest friend and lord’s mouth however even Sparda couldn’t explain why he was stopping the execution of the woman who almost killed him three times. “She has been your fiercest enemy for nearly nine years. She nearly killed you three times in your four encounters.” The Dark Prince continued. He needed to come up with something fast, “This I understand my lord, but you throw these people in prison where they are mistreated and beaten. Then expect the strong to be subjugated or die when they’re experience with us has been ruined by their treatment.” Mundus raised his head, perplexity crossing over his bearded pale face. “What are you getting at?” Sparda didn’t make a single notion of his emotions on the outside, but inside he was smiling that Mundus, with all of his power and grace was still a bit clueless just like old days. “Simple Lord Mundus… Give the woman to me, and allow me one to two years and I will be able to sway her.” There was a loud, rumbling laugh almost as if a thunderstorm had suddenly rolled in. “If it were anyone else, I would have both you and the female killed. But consider this a long, overdue gift for many of your feats of valor and power. Now be gone with the woman Sparda.” A small bow out of courtesy and Sparda left with Eva.
“Why did you save me devil?” The words hissed out as the woman struggled uselessly against Sparda’s grip on her arm. “I don’t know.” Eva then began thrashing and screaming out obscenities as Sparda dragged her off. This wasn’t going to be fun…
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It was a rough year and four months for Sparda, Eva hated his guts for the longest time. The entire time span she had showed Sparda nothing but contempt and resentment. Sparda even went so far as to create fully human form just to get this woman to not be so cold. But the months proved hard and strenuous as many of his constant attempts failed, it was around this time that Sparda began to grow a bit… fond of humans even going as far as feeding the orphaned youth. But with Eva… it was different… with Eva it felt like he needed her to be less cold towards him. He’d often get into conversation about it to Nevan. It wasn’t until about the third month past the year had he realized that he had somehow fallen in love with this woman. It took another before she finally softened up to the Devil. From there, they grew closer and closer until finally Eva completely cracked and fell in love with Sparda. Nevan and his two disciples being the only other demons who knew and the only demon Eva grew to act as if were family. The couple’s relationship was kept secret from even Mundus. Two years later they were married in secret and the two lived as a loving husband and wife and it was this that set the stage for the events that were to come…
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‘Sparda, I want to have children too. I want to be able to live as a husband and wife should but we can’t do that in this world! Look out there Sparda, with the world the way it is we’ll always have to hide our relationship, we can never have children. If anyone except for Neva, Baal, and Modeus ever finds out about us, it’ll be the death of us. We can’t live in a world where humans are subjugated and enslaved…’ Her words plagued his thoughts like a recurring dream. The fact was simple… she was right, in the four years of the conquering of Aircano the humans had become nothing but peasants and slaves, even the ones who worshiped them. This was not the world he was promised… Then again Mundus had changed over the past few years. His power had driven him into a darker, horrid shadow of the young warrior he once was. Being a king had taken it’s toll upon his oldest friend and brother-in-arms.
A shrill shriek startled Sparda from his thoughts; it didn’t take long for Sparda to find the source. A female child was being relentlessly chased by lesser demons as if they were toying with their prey. Sickened rage began festering and boiling within the Devil as his cerulean eyes laid witness to the scene up ahead, so much so that it drove him into action. “Stop!” The command was roared but it was not heeded. Many things had changed; Sparda was no longer the commanding general of Mundus. He had retired from that position and his successor was a demon known simply as Griffin. “I said stop!” Sparda raced towards the young girl a firm grip upon the hilt of the Force Edge. The sounds of metal being drawn from hardened leather rang out within the forest trail, followed by the wet sound of blood spraying as a demon was cleaved in two and Sparda now stood between the demons and the child who was now clutching to his pant leg. “Stay behind me.” His voice was reassuring as possible, he may have been a peg or two below what he was in his youth… but these lower demons wouldn’t be much to worry about. They were simple minded, hive minded almost as they attacked in one group. Sparda’s skills with his sword went to work very quickly as the Force Edge was rammed through the neck of one demon instantly beheading it followed by a rather fluid movement into a rather vicious two handed downward slash which caught a demon right in the middle of it’s helm and split him in two, long ways.
The other demons soon fled leaving Sparda a hero in the little girl’s eyes. “What’s your name?” The Devil was now knelt before the child who was now sniffling, “Sa-Sam-Samantha.” Sparda was quick to bring a gloved digit up to dry her tears. “What’s wrong? Where are your parents?” Samantha went quite, “Demons… they killed them, and they’re killing my home!” Sparda’s eyes widened in shock the ransacking of a city? But why… never mind that he needed to get there quickly. He grabbed the little girl and made haste to Aircano the fastest his abilities would take him.
“Baal! Modeus!” The Devil’s voice was a hurried roar as he called his disciples. Eva at the sound of her husband’s voice met them outside. “Sparda, What’s wro-“ her words were cut off quickly as Sparda handed Samantha to her. “Oh my god. I’ll take her, what’s happening?” “Prepare the horses, The Desert City is under attack from demons.” His voice was commanding, carrying a tone that you didn’t want to disobey. Baal and Modeus did just that, rushing to get the steeds and equipped them with the demonic armor designed for each. Sparda was about to follow shortly before there was a tug on his coat sleeve, “Wait.” Eva’s smooth voice was the only thing to hold back Sparda; she was holding a large wooden box without a lid. What rested within them were two of the newest weapon to take Genesis by storm, one of many newer generation gunpowder projectile weapons. Sitting in blue velvet were twin M1911’s, one was Silver, and the other was Black, when taken in his hands he could feel the demonic metals they were crafted from. They were beautiful… Baal and Modeus returned with the warhorses. “Thank you.” Sparda whispered it to his wife and climbed upon his horse. “To battle!” The black mustang reared back giving a quick huff and neigh before it’s front hooves touched the ground and the trio was off towards Jherrazard.
As they got to the kingdom many were already slaughtered, but the raid was still in progress. They stormed the castle gates, all three in their true devil form. In one hand Sparda possessed his mighty sword, Force Edge. In the other he gripped the reigns, riding through and falling demons with swing after swing of his might sword. Whatever he missed, Modeus and Baal were sure to finish off.
It had been an hour in the city; barely any of its inhabitants were alive. The carnage and bloodshed was almost disheartening. Demon corpses and blood now mingled amongst human corpses. They had tried… and failed; though all the demons were dead they were too late. Jherrazard and its people had been slain. “What do we do now Master?” Modeus’ smooth voice flowed the question towards an unresponsive Sparda who was looking upon the city from a cliff side. So much death… merciless massacre of creatures that couldn’t defend against the might of the demon world. Killing those who grew to trust them… “Master?” Baal’s deep voice shook Sparda from his thoughts. “War.” This wouldn’t happen again.
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The sacking of The Desert City was the events that as many say, caused Sparda to awaken to justice. He let his actions be known as he gathered humans and any who would him to join him in the rebellion of Mundus’ control. They claimed The Desert City as their base and chased Mundus’ followers out of Aircano remaking it into the holy city was. The war that followed lasted 15 long years, Sparda. The Netherrealm’s biggest loss was when Sparda had killed three of Mundus’ high generals, Phantom, Griffin, and Ifirit at the bloody battle simply known as the third conflict. It was because of this battle even more humans rebelled and rose up to join the ranks of Sparda’s army. Sparda’s revolt was growing more and more followers by the day, new humans being trained to fight against demons replaced those who lost their lives in wars.
The warfront was almost finished; 13 years had passed since the start. Sparda and Eva were now the parents of two children, twin boys named Dante and Vergil and Nevan had left Mundus’ side to aid Sparda in his fight. The Netherrealm forces were now pushed back into Mt.Vudo. The very last battle was labeled the Final Conflict, a bloody and vicious war that lasted two years before finally the Netherrealm’s forces were driven back into the rift. This was the last time anyone would ever see the Devil that had been come to be known by the humans as The Legendary Dark Knight…
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The four of them were standing in the middle of the battlefield next to the rift that connected the Netherrealm to this one. This battle had been bloody and brutal, the armies they led were now walking among the corpses and finishing off any survivors. Sparda, Baal, Modeus, and Nevan were all gazing within the rift. Upon the other side they could see the massive legion of demons just waiting around the Temple of Mundus. Even Mundus stood ready and waiting, brandishing his old rapier at the entrance to his Throne Room. “It’s been a while…” A pale finger with an elongated purple nail stroked tenderly underneath the devil’s chin. “Getting nostalgic?” The crisp sensual voice of Nevan seductive and flirty as ever. “No,” he shook his head “This is my home now.” But despite his hardened exterior his mind couldn’t help but race back to days as a young demon he would look up at that Temple while Quan Chi sat upon the throne. Or even the countless of demons he had slaughtered side by side with the Demon Lord who now stood ready to cut him down.
He turned away, looking towards Nevan. “I want you to go to The Desert City and protect Eva and my children. No doubt the moment I’m in there… they’ll try to attack them. Nevan tilted her head and gave a slight nod, her vibrant ginger hair dancing over her always-bare chest. “Of course dear.” She turned, her dress of shadows that hung around her waist swayed with each seducing bounce of her hips she that always accompanied her walk. “Oh and Sparda Honey?” She looked back at him from over her shoulder before blowing a kiss towards him. “Do be careful.” Sparda’s only reply was a nod before a lightning bolt struck the Succubus and dissipated, taking her away.
“And what of us master?” Modeus, like always was the first of the two brothers to speak. Being the oldest this was common among demon kin. “Stay here and get ready. They’ll probably send those demons to swarm the area once I’m preoccupied with Mundus.” Both brothers bowed with a hand across their chest. “No matter what… even if I’m trapped within there. Close this portal after an hour.” “But master!” Both blurted out in shock, “That’s an order.” His tone was hard enough to make the brothers slink back in accepted and simply nod their heads. “My final order, after this is all over… go out and have a good life, become a part of this world and protect it when it needs protecting.” With those parting words Sparda leaped with reckless abandoned into the rift.
As soon as he crossed the threshold his human appearance was completely shed. The devil took flight, soaring straight at Mundus. Ombra and Luce quickly brought fourth as his energies flowed from his body and into his guns releasing a furious volley of demonically imbued bullets all of which Mundus swatted away with his blade. So the king was still spry despite sitting up a throne for most of his rule. Nevertheless Luce was tucked away, replaced by his cherish sword the Force Edge… currently his only bladed weapons since he had left Rebellion and Yamato to his sons as birthday gifts.
Closer he drew to Mundus as he raised his blade, swinging it down before it was canceled out by Mundus’ hard block. Though many revered to Mundus’ sword as a Rapier is barely resembled that of a typical foil. It held the length of a bastard sword, and half the width of a broadsword. The only thing that was remotely reminiscent of a usual rapier was quiet possibly the hilt and guard though even that left room for debate. Sparda’s momentum was enough to push the Prince of Darkness back into the throne room. The Legendary Dark Knight landed a few feet away from the demon that resembled an angel.
It was so long ago that Sparda had saved Mundus from demons that would attack him because of that appearance… “So tell me…” Mundus began to speak but it wasn’t the deafening tone one would usually hear. In fact it sounded like the youth Mundus once was. Another glance and Sparda would see the young child Mundus once was. “Why?” Netherrealm trickery orchestrated by Mundus? No… even as the King of the Netherrealm he wouldn’t have this type of power… Mental… Sparda found his own image changed to that child who had grown up with Mundus. “I saw helpless people, women and children slain.” His answer to the question caused uproar from his old friend the both of them now in the appearance of his early teenage years, back during that time where they had become inseparable friends. “You’ve slain and slaughtered countless demons in our past! Lead entire battalions against the humans and you killed any who raised a sword to you! Yet then you suddenly gain a heart?!” Sparda closed his eyes; the reply was calm in contrary to his opponent’s out lash. “They weren’t helpless, they fought hard and were given an honorable death.” “Hah!” Mundus’ retort was vicious and sudden. “A devil speaks of honor! How rich… All those years ago…” The two’s forms were once again shifted into their appearance of young adults, three hundred years ago when they had fought side by side to take the throne. “You threw away your chance to rule this world, you helped me build my empire both here and out there. Was it because from the very beginning you planned on trying to take it all away from me?!” Sparda could only shake his head, “No… I never wanted to rule… I let you have it. I was loyal to you, loyal to your cause of uniting the worlds. Loyal to the philosophies you once preached and promised to the humans and then you changed. You went back on what you stood for. I thought you were going to be a Noble king forever and I was mistaken. I’m here to right my mistakes.”
Mundus looked down his nose at Sparda, his chin raised slightly. “So you wish to take my throne…” Sparda cut him short. “No.” The Force Edge was raised, point towards his opponent. “I’m going to kill you and completely free the Human World of your tyranny.” “I see…” Mundus fell silent, “Let’s finish this, my brother in arms…” Mundus shook his head at Sparda’s remark. “My brother in arms died a long time ago. You are but a traitor, and…” The mental world melted away as Mundus raised his rapier in a battle stance. “You will be destroyed!” His wings flared out as he launched himself at Sparda. As the distance cleared greatly Sparda twisted his sword around and deflected his opponent’s thrust upward. Mundus took full advantage of this movement and spun around carrying his momentum into a full uppercut that clashed with Sparda’s downward slash.
A shriek of metal released as the blades became locked. The third eye of the Prince began to glow crimson before it shot a laser towards Sparda’s face, The Dark Knight responded by twisting his head before grabbing Mundus’ chin and pushing his head upward and further thrusting the demon away from him. Sparda closed the distance with a thrust of his blade so powerful it launched him towards his recovering opponent. At the last moment of the strike the devil twisted the blade increasing the power behind the attack to which Mundus managed to respond just in time by raising his rapier and blocking with the flat of his blade that resulted in him being launched into a large statue of him. The impact was so great that is caused a large and deep chasm within the statue’s pectorals. Mundus recovered quickly, rushing out of the damaged statue and repeatedly clashing blades. The battle of even handed. It looked more like the sparring matches they would have in days of old than a battle to the death. Each combatant going tic for tack, every attack being met with an opposite and effective defense, every counter attack only met by another counter. Mundus broke from the clash their blades were in, dipping low and spinning placing his chest to his knees and outstretching his wings using them as blades to cleave Sparda in half.
This was met with Sparda blocking hard and stopping Mundus’ spin before flipping over his opponent. An attack that Sparda had taught wouldn’t work on him… There was now a distance between Mundus and he, The Prince of Darkness rose to his full height. “It ends here traitor!” “I agree.” Mundus lowered his blade to his side and began to charge at the devil, the tip of his blade dragging a deep cut into the titled floor as he charged. Force Edge was put away, replaced by a now violently glowing set of twin pistols. “Jackpot.”
A cacophony of deafening gunshots rang out from the throne room for all of the Netherrealm to hear. Mundus raised his sword to defend but the bullets were two powerful, they shattered his great sword, Magnus Tenebre into pieces and carved through Mundus as if he were air. Smoke raised from the pistols before they were put away, the Throne room’s tiles stained completely in Mundus’ blood. Mundus was on the ground writhing in pain as Sparda walked up to him. “Any last words?” The Prince of Darkness’ cries of pain soon morphed into deep-throated laughter. “You think you’ve won? No, you have lost Sparda.” Sparda’s brow twisted into a perplexed feature. “What are you getting at?” “Look for yourself…” Mundus’ hand pointed to the rift that no longer showed the Esscarot but instead The Desert City. “Did you think I didn’t find it suspicious when you saved that Priestess?” His laughing continued between gurgles of rising blood that spewed from his mouth. “You were so trusting of Nevan because of your past with her. She was always loyal to me, telling me everything of how you fell in love with that Bitch. Even going so far as to have two children with the whore.” Mundus slowly and shakily rose up to his feet, though stumbling his wounds were slowly healing. “And that love made dulled your warrior’s intuition and you sent your wife and children their own executioner.” Mundus snapped his fingers and the rift began to slowly close, but the images slowly playing in real time.
“You…” The word vibrated from his throat in the form of a growl, “BASTARD!” Sparda turned full force. Putting all of his strength, power, and hatred into one punch that nailed Mundus in the chest. Shock filled the Prince of Darkness’ features before his body was ripped into pieces and his white glowing heart sent rocketing into the wound of the statue. “Nevan what are you doing!?” The shrill scream of his wife pulled his attention as panic filled his very core. This couldn’t be happening… He rushed out of the temple only to be greeted by legions of demons ready for battle, ready to kill him. Kill the traitor. With sword and gun now in hand he began carving through the hordes as a crushing sound of Vergil crying out in pain as a lightning bolt struck him. “VERGIL!!!” He drove his sword through many demons leaping into the air towards the nearly closed rift. He was ripped down back into the temple just as Dante met the same fate. “DANTE!!!” The shrill scream of his wife brought tears to the Devil’s eyes as his strength began to wean. The clicking of an empty gun did little to relieve the crushing despair rising up within him. “Nevan please… please I’m begging you don’t do it!” Eva’s pleads were heard all throughout the Netherrealm. “Please NO!” The vicious sound of a scythe shearing through flesh and the spray off blood finally crushed whatever fight he held within him. “NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!” Sparda dropped to his knees. Watching in horror as the life faded from her eyes, her body going into shock as she kept uttering the same whispering question. Sparda… Sparda where are you… I need you… Finally the wife of the Legendary Dark Knight passed on just as the rift completely closed and the image faded. Sparda’s will to fight had been completely destroyed, his head dropped he never moved from the position even as the darkness of hundreds of demons over whelmed him.
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