Bury The Light In The Shadows II [The Eminence In Shadow X Devil May Cry]

Chaos on The Red Moon

A chill ran down the spine of anyone brave enough to venture inside. The mansion's history was shrouded in mystery and tragedy, a place where long-forgotten tales of love and betrayal seemed to linger in the very air. In that desolate darkness, it was as if the spirits of the past were trapped, yearning to tell their stories to anyone who dared to listen.

In the dimly lit main hall of the mansion, the man with the striking white undercut hair and piercing azure eyes stood before a grand, but now dilapidated, fireplace. He radiated an air of authority, a stark contrast to the eerie surroundings. His face held a mixture of determination and concern as he addressed the eclectic group of beings assembled behind him.

Among the gathering were creatures of various origins - some resembling humans, while others were monstrous in appearance. They had been drawn to this enigmatic figure for a purpose, united by a shared cause that transcended their differences.

As the man began to speak, the room fell into an almost reverent hush. He outlined their mission, a plan to confront the unknown forces that had long haunted the mansion. Whispers of ancient curses and dark rituals had drawn them together, and now they stood, a coalition of the unusual, preparing to unveil the secrets hidden within these decaying walls.

With each passing word, the tension in the room grew palpable, and the resolve in their eyes hardened. It was a meeting to discuss their collective fate and the actions they would take next, a pivotal moment where alliances forged in the shadows would be put to the test against the malevolent forces lurking in the mansion's depths.

"That trash demon worshiping church didn't make any movements after the God of War Festival incident. Likewise those under their auspices. And also the factions operating behind the scenes in the Midgar Kingdom didn't show anything." The man's azure eyes flickered with the reflection of the dwindling flames as he spoke, the log he'd thrown into the fireplace crackling and igniting into a fiery display. Its glow bathed the room in an eerie, dancing light as he began to unravel the grim tapestry of their world's turmoil.

With a commanding voice that carried a weight of experience, he described the growing darkness that had been encroaching upon their realm. He spoke of vanishing landscapes, once vibrant and alive, now swallowed by an insidious force that defied comprehension.