[~] Vergil [~] A man stood in front of a giant bookshelf. His silvery white hair was slicked back, with only a few strands left astray. His blue eyes focused on the contents of the book he held in his hand. He could hear footsteps, they were quite loud, actually. The footsteps came with a voice which said, “so, you’re looking for the book of legends. The tale of the demon warrior Sparda?” The blue eyed man closed the book he held, the sleeves of his blue coat stopped before his wrists, covered by brown fingerless gloves. He held the book by its spine, pushing his hand out towards the bookshelf, saying, “that’s not what I’m looking for. Leave me.” He placed the book back into the shelf. He turned his head, as the other man walked forward, out of the shadows, asking, “then what /are/ you looking for? A demon who bed a women, who then bears twin sons… that’s the story, isn’t it?” The blue coated man grabbed at the katana at his waist, swiftly pulling the katana out of its scabbard, aiming the tip of the blade toward the other man’s chin. Speaking of the other man, he was bald, and wore a color coded outfit, all grey. The left side of his face were covered in strange markings. The one with the katana spoke again, “leave me. I won’t tell you a third time.” The bald man ran his finger along the top of the katana, where no edges lie, saying, “people inherently fear evil, however..” he pushed his thumb into the tip of the blade, sliding it down along the edge, he continued, “occasionally, a person might become enamored by evil.” The bald man stepped forward, as the blood from his thumb dripped on the ground. The man in the coat side eyed the bald man, quickly twirling his sword away from the man’s hand, sliding the edge of the katana along the scabbard to wipe the blood off, then placing the tip, and then the entire thing inside. “What are you getting at?” The one in blue asked. “Share with me. The story of Sparda..” The two stood in front of a staircase leading to a large doorway. The bald man spoke, “the activation method is as I described before. It should be a simple matter for you. I will go to /his/ place. I believe I know where the item we seek is located. You should dispose of any obstacles quickly!” He turned and walked off, leaving the man in blue alone. That is, until several demons popped up from the ground. The demons circled him. He gripped the scabbard of his katana, not even touching the handle, instead, the top of the scabbard, where the guard lied. He turned, backhanding two demons away, as he turned, sliding his blade out of it’s sheath, glancing at the reflection of it, as a demon jumped up to try and attack him, it was suddenly cut in half, the two halves of its body sliding away from each other. The coated man quickly turned to propel a demon backwards, turning around and slashing along the waistlines of two demons, he must have been moving quickly in order to slice the top parts of their body in half from a (although short) distance. He flicked the blood off his sword, sliding it back into his sheath, as more demons sprung up. He sidestepped as a demon tried to bring its scythe down onto him, literally punching it backwards, as he pivoted, backhanding it down, kicking it upwards, quickly unsheathing his sword, and sliced it in half. As another demon ran up behind it, the coated man sliced its scythe in half, then cutting its arm off, as he turned, sweeping one’s legs, causing it to go upwards, as he sliced it in half. He cut along another’s waistline, and backhanded a demon into another, cutting them both in half. It was clear he was big on efficiency. His hair was no longer slicked back, as his hair almost draped over his face, it was quite long for a man, stopping at around his shoulders. He dashed forward, blitzing through multiple demons, cutting them in half as well. He twirled his sword around for a moment, flicking the blood off, as he placed the scabbard behind his back, he reached over behind him to sheath his katana. He pulled his hand over his hair, slicking it back again. He walked up the stairs, towards the gateway. As he reached it, he closed his eyes, saying, “it begins.” {+} Dante {+} A phone rings. Dante burst out of a door, rubbing his rugged, silver white hair. His hair was quite long for a man, stopping at around his shoulders. He had a red amulet around his neck. He walked to his desk where the phone was ringing, seeing his chair was knocked over, as he kicked it up into the air, turning, raising his leg as he sat down on the chair right before he landed, stomping his other leg on the desk, causing the receiver of the phone to fly up into his hand, as he brought it to his ear and said, “sorry, not open for business yet.” He then tossed it to the phone, it landing perfectly. Dante reached forward to the pizza on his desk, saying, “I haven’t even picked a name for this joint, and I’m already getting calls.”
