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DMC5 AU (For @whollyconsumed)

[It's not often that Alastor lingers outside of Movieland after paying a visit to his friends on this side of the silver screen, but this time...this time something's wrong. A deeply unnerving type of wrong that's far too familiar. The demon bugs, Empousae, only enter this world to feed a Qlipoth sprout. Checking the news confirms his fears, and gives him a location at that.

Joe, Silvia, and Jet are doing their best to protect people from the wandering demons, but Alastor knows enough to head for the source. He doesn't bring them with him, not for this. Anything else, maybe...but he knows what he's going to see when he gets there, and it's not a sight he wants to inflict on them. Not one he's sure they could handle, spared the horrors of truly gruesome deaths as they have been.

What he sees is what he'd expected. It's a scene from a nightmare. Last time, he'd held back and tried to stay out of things. That had resulted in Mundus, to say nothing of countless innocent lives lost that he might have saved. This time will be different. This time, he'll tear this infernal plant up by the roots if he has a chance, even if it risks all of Hell knowing he's escaped his prison.

The first step to that is loosening those roots. Flying above the carnage of the city, it's easy to spot their weak spots. He's surprised to also see something human shaped moving down there, but the root is the first priority. Calling a replica sword to his hand, he takes a plunging dive down, blade point first, to tear open the straining membrane of the root. It's messy, the boil-like protrusion bursting open in a shower of blood, but it's efficient...and he rather thinks the image it results in, of him kneeling with his sword buried in Qlipoth flesh and surrounded in blood splatters is a striking one. Even if he is going to have to wipe the bloodstains off his armor and clothes.]

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And where does the fruit typically grow with these things?

Underground. The Qlipoth is...basically upside down, from this world. What you see up there...

[He gestures at the massive root system reaching above the city.]

Is the taproot, while the branches are beneath the city and actually relatively small.

I knew that, at least. I just don't know how to zero in on the fruit.

I suppose now we're going underground.

It'll be easiest to start by getting inside the tree. Then we go down, through a Hellgate at the base of the trunk.

But before that...there's something I need to pick up.

[ V's face is the definition of '???'. ]

What could be important enough for a detour right now?

Myself.

[His tone says that yes, that was deliberately vague.]

Well, the rest of me, anyway. I left the physical sword my soul is tied to back at Dante's place so it wouldn't be entirely obvious I was gone. Without it, though, I'm limited in ways I don't think I can afford to be here.

You're right, that's worth the detour.

It won't be long. In the meantime, might as well see if you can wake Dante up. I shouldn't have a hard time following your trail, not like there's a lot of other humans moving around for me to have to pick it out of.

[He swings the Sparda around to let it rest on his back. It's...promising that the blade is listening to his request for it to stay there, right?]

If you do manage it...I think I'll keep a bit of a distance. Don't feel like getting shot at if he jumps to conclusions at seeing a devil with the most feared and coveted weapon since Rodin's own Arm.

I was planning on waking him up with that.

[ He motions towards the Sparda. ]

I am not exactly sure how to do it otherwise.

Tried waving a slice of pizza in his face?

[He sighs and holds out his hand. With a bit of focus, magic congeals in his palm until it forms into a white, crystaline orb.]

Try this. It's just a bit of a spark, but it might be enough to give him a start.

...how do I use it?

[ V reaches over and takes it, carefully. ]

First off, try not to hold it directly too long or you might waste it. Just leave it against his skin for a few seconds. It's condensed demonic energy, so it should react pretty quickly if he's as drained as I expect he is.

What will it do?

[ V takes his coat in hand, putting it between his skin and the objet. ]

It's a way to transfer magical energy. You've probably seen similar congeal out of fresh demon corpses, the only difference is that this is deliberately measured.

....ah. yes. I have.

[ Oh, now V is embarrassed. His cheeks colour slightly. ]

Lemme guess, never occurred to you that a demon might part with even a small one willingly unless there was exorbitant payment involved, no matter how likely it was to be used to the demon's benefit? I know saying most of us are a stingy bunch would be the understatement of the millennium.

[ V laughs shortly. ]

It really would be.

[ He glances the way Dante is. ]

I better go use this.

And I need to go get my sword. Shouldn't take long, see ya.

[He waves, and the air ripples around him as space distorts to carry him back to Devil May Cry for the first time in nearly a decade.

He was right, it doesn't take long. The shop is empty, save for a few of his fellow Devil Arms...more than he remembered, though it does draw his attention that there's one missing. He has to wonder what happened to the pup, but he doesn't have time to stick around and ask the others. Even if he did, there's only so much he can tolerate of Agni and Rudra.

When he returns, following V's trail through the ruined city makes him wonder all over again how flightless people stand it. Going the long way everywhere...but at least there's nothing this far out that's more than a mild nuisance to him. On the other hand, the occasional pests do make for good practice with the Sparda, before he seriously fights with it.]

[ V, for his own part, has tracked down Dante. It didn't necessarily take too long, or too much effort, it was just annoying. He doesn't see the point in bothering with this when he has Alastor, but. He'll do it.

Once he's found, he leans over him, studying his unconscious body for a moment. It's always strange, to be near this man, who is his brother but not his brother. He can't help but feel the jealousy that Vergil always felt. Shaking his head to become free of it, he sets the white orb on Dante, and watches as he awakens with a start. ]

That was invigorating! The fuck did you do?

[ V just gives a wry smile. ]

[Oh, yep, Alastor recognizes that voice. He was pleasantly surprised by the state of his sword when he found it, but he thinks he'll still keep his distance. He still doesn't expect Dante not to take issue with him having the Sparda. And he needs it...it's likely to be his only real chance of victory against Urizen.]

[ V senses that Alastor has approached. What he doesn't expect is that Dante has as well. The man jumps to his feet and whirls around, hand on one of his pistols. ]

Who goes there?

...an ally. Calm down.

[Well...that's a surprise. He didn't expect Dante to be able to notice him at this distance without help. He sighs and jumps down from the ledge he'd been perched on, tail lashing behind him in irritation. If he was sitting down, it would probably be smacking the floor.]

Consider me your local expert on invasive species from Hell.

You've got the Sparda. Did it accept you?

Honestly, he'd be in worse shape if it didn't.

He's got a point, a weapon this powerful could cause all sorts of problems for a wielder it doesn't recognize as its master.

If you're asking if it does what I want, though...

[He draws the weapon with a flourish, and the blade moves and reorients itself to form a scythe at the end of the hilt.]

Huh. Who the hell are you?

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