You've heard of it haven't you the legend of Sparda this is not that story this story is about his grandson THE SON OF DANTE
This is a FanFiction I don't own anything
After everyone decided to split up again I quickly started running hoping beyond all hope that there were some survives unfortunately I've been looking for 5 hours and havmt found anything
Jeanne:damn still nothing but dust did everyone really die to the qliphoth
Just as I was about to leave I hear something creak I quickly turn around with my weapon (flag it's a flag that she beats the hell out of stuff with)
Jeanne:who's there
I look around only to see nothing but then something fell to the floor it sounded like liquid I inspect it to find out it's blood old fresh blood I then look up to find the ceiling is stained and dripping blood but it seems to be coming from up stairs I quickly go up the stairs to see a horrible sight a mountain of bodies with a sword on the top stabbed into them but not just any sword it's Alastor
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Jeanne:what the hell is Alastor doing here
I then hear a voice in my head
Alastor:I am Alastor the weak shall give their heart and swear the eternal loyalty to me
The sword the begins to float slowly moving and spinning as if it's dancing it then stops with the edge pointed straight at me it immediately flys at me trying to run me through I quickly react by raising my staff (flag) and hitting the sword away
Jeanne: fighting a sword what the hell am I doing with my life
