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Chapter 01.
Dante Sparda was not having a good time, flying through a void of shifting colors that looked like someone had thrown up on a merry-go-round. This was not how he imagined spending part of his time returning to Earth. To explain, after the whole ordeal with his brother, Vergil Sparda had used their father’s sword, the Yamato, to separate his demon half from his human half, resulting in the demon half seeking the power of the Qilphoth. Long story short, Dante managed to stop him, and after Nero stopped them from fighting by showing off his own Devil Trigger, Dante and Vergil left the human world in his nephew’s hands as they descended into hell to take care of the roots of the tree and clean up any of the lingering Demons that were sniffing around the base of the tree.
The two children of Sparda had succeeded in their mission, and while they had been fighting each other while down in hell, they had managed to settle their differences long enough to take out the stranglers and recover their strength. This allowed Vergil to use Yamato to open a portal to what they had hoped would be a way home; however, this was not the case. Due to the high concentration of demonic power in the area and the fact that a few demons were attempting to make use of the roots of the tree to gain power to reach the human world. The constant fighting and explosions from Dante holding them off while Vergil tried to focus led to his older brother cutting open a portal…an unstable one that is.
The moment the portal opened, both brothers knew it was unstable as it acted as a Black Hole, sucking in everything around them and dragging it to who knows where. The Sparda brothers had been too close to the portal to even try and make an escape and were sucked right into the portal, and the moment they were, the two of them were separated, losing sight of one another among the wild flashing lights that would’ve given a normal human a seizure due to how bright and intense they were. Dante, thankfully, was able to access his Demonic power to keep himself from being harmed by the portal’s power, but some of the energy was absorbed into his body, causing him only some slight discomfort before the intense glow of the portal became blinding.
~Location: Hell: Circle Of Wrath~
The Wrath Ring of Hell did not see much action outside of the normal residence, living their lives and doing their best to maintain their Western style of living, and dealing with many of the hellish beasts. That all changed when the orange-colored sky suddenly shuddered, and many of the imps that lived there found their attention being drawn towards the sky, where they could see a large fracture in the sky and something shooting out of it. Among the orange-colored sky, the many imps could see a streak of blinding white shot across the sky, breaking the sound barrier as it came crashing down far off near many of the volcanoes of the area that had some old mines near it.
The “streak,” as the imps called it, wasn’t a normal streak or even a sign of Lord Lucifer descending into their Ring. For what the streak actually was, it appeared to be some sort of Hellhound. The Hellhound was a hulking behemoth of feral canine musculature, his masculine figure now looking more terrifying despite being covered in short white fur. His body's muscles expanded greatly, giving him a huge set of massive pecs, boulder-sized biceps and shoulders, thick forearms, rock-hard, defined abs, tree-trunk-thick thighs, a plump round almost bodacious bubble-like ass that looked like it could crush a man but they’d die happy, and a monstrously huge 30-inch long 10-inch thick cock with a 10-inch thick canine knot at the base and a pair of equally large balls dangling beneath. His legs had changed, now resembling the hind legs of a wolf with large paws with sharp black claws. His hands also had black pads and sharp black claws on each finger. Descending from his ass was a long, fluffy, white wolf tail. His head had become that of a wolf, with pointed dog ears, a long snout with a black nose, and sharp teeth. His eyes had become a piercing crimson, and his hair had turned into a long, wild mane.
Shaking his head clear of the cobwebs and dust that covered his body, the white wolf looked around, seeing that he was in a desert and surrounded by volcanoes. “Ok, clearly I took a wrong turn at Albuquerque.” It was then that he looked down towards his body, blinking as he finally took notice of his current appearance, sans his shirt being torn apart, his pants being ripped and tattered due to his new bulk and thickness, not to mention the tail. His boots were ripped to allow room for his new feet; the only thing intact was the harness for his guns and his trademark red coat.
“What the hell is this?!” Dante Sparda shouted as he finally seemed to notice his new appearance. He was positive that he wasn’t like this beforehand. Sure, he’d gotten dragged through a portal due to a mistake on his brother's behalf, but at the same time, he wasn’t expecting something like this to happen.
“Why do I look like I’m about to go on a trip to a furry convention?” He’d ended up at a couple of those due to some amateur demon summoners believing they could summon a real demon, never understanding why they thought that was a good idea.
“I believe I have an answer for that.”
A voice came not from around Dante, but within his own head. In a flash of fiery red light, a weapon appeared on Dante’s back. A metallic device looking almost like some sort of backpack holding what appeared to be swords. It appeared as an insectoid skull with mandibles, three blood red symbols on its forehead, glowing red menacing eyes, and a dark perpetual aura that had some dim glow mixed with it. It had a pair of needle-esque plates at the side of two segmented wing sheaths, which are placed abnormally on them, mostly at Dante's side, and have three claw tips. The swords appear as red rapiers, which have a curved, pointed end at the handle and a minor flaming aura.
This was Lucifer, one of Dante’s many Devil Arms that he’s acquired over the years of demon hunting. He’d acquired this Devil Arm by defeating the demon by the name of Berial, the Conqueror of the Fire Hell.
Dante had previously sold off his various Devil Arms as a means of paying off his debt, but when demons became attracted to them and the ones who bought them Dante realized it didn’t make sense to sell off the weapons when he could use them for any situation, that and having a literal storage space for more weapons in the form of demonic magic came in handy.
“Oh yeah? Then by all means, share with the class what the hell is going on, and why I look like this.” Dante questioned, motioning to his new body. He was thankful that his coat somehow miraculously survived the fall, as it was his only article of clothing at the moment.
“That’s exactly the answer, son of Sparda. We’re in Hell, only it's not the hell you know.”
“You lost me there for a second. What do you mean we’re in Hell? We just were there, and I can assure you, I didn’t look anything like this!” Dante exclaimed, considering he had just been in hell, this didn’t make any sense as to how he had gone from hell to another hell, and it transformed to look like this.
“As I said, we are not in the Hell that you know. When your brother attempted to cut open a portal back to the human world, the overflowing demonic power from the roots of the tree, as well as the numerous demons, attempting to upon it to gain power, cause an influx, resulting in a cataclysmic amount of power and when your brother/through space is sword, it caused a rip in the very fabric of reality.”
“You and your brother were pulled through, and I have no idea where your sibling landed. You were pulled from your dimension and landed in a Hell similar to our own and yet different. Having conquered the fires of hell, I can sense that we are in the same place where I staked my claim; however, the power here feels different, and similar all at once.”
“In other words, you’re telling me because we were busy fighting demons when Vergil attempted to cut through space, we got sucked into a completely different hell?” He felt Lucifer pulse as if confirming what Dante asked. “And how do you explain my makeover?”
“My best estimate, the rules of this hell are different. Perhaps it has something to do with your power, mayhaps even who you are.”
“Great.” Sighed the son of Dante, dragging a hand down his face as he looked down at his nude furry form, seeing his dick had retreated into his new sheath, leaving only his balls exposed. “What do I have to do to get some pants, much as I like letting the boys air out, that’s only in my place.”
“Hey! Hellhound!”
Hearing someone calling out to him, Dante turned to see a group of odd-looking creatures. They looked like how demons were portrayed by humans, with red skin, horns, and an arrow-tipped tail. Some of them had black or white stripes or splotches on the tail. They have yellow sclerae and were dressed up like some sort of cowboys.
“You’re a long way from home, mutt, and dressed like that?” The lead Imp approached him as his boys surrounded Dante. “And those are some mighty fine looking toys ya got there.” He grinned, showing off a couple of pointed golden teeth. “How about you cough them up, and we won’t have to turn you into a fur coat.” He threatened Dante as they pulled out guns to use against him.
“A-Are you robbing me?” Dante stuttered, not out of fear, but more on the fact that they were attempting to rob him and actually considered themselves a threat to him. “Like seriously, are you trying to rob me?”
“That’s the point, you damn mut.” Each one of the Imps pulled out guns, simple six-barreled revolvers, and aimed at Dante. “So what’s it gonna be, are you gonna cough up all your belongings, or are we gonna have to fill ya full of holes?”
Dante just looked down at the shorter Imp and blinked, his tail flickering from side to side. “I’ve got just one thing to say.” Dante heard their guns click, showing they were ready to fire. “Stand Still,” Dante said, snapping his fingers. The area around Dante suddenly turned black and white as everything slowed to a crawl, and everything became monochrome. This was a style that Dante didn’t use too often; he’d gotten back when he was younger, and it would eat up his Demonic power like crazy. Now, he barely felt the drain.
With time paused, Dante walked around to each Imp, gathering them up and using the rope they had to tie them up, as well as strip the bigger ones of their clothes. He tossed their weapons to the side and then finished it off by typing them all against a rock. “And done.” And just as he finished, time resumed once more, and the Imps all blinked as they went from surrounding Dante to being stripped naked and being tied up to a rock.
“Wha? What?! What happened?!”
“Hey! Where are my clothes! Why are we tied up?!”
“How did this happen?!”
The leader of this motley little band of Imps turned to Dante, who was pulling on a pair of pants that could barely fit his lower furry hindquarters, his ass spilling out over the top, much to his annoyance. “You! You damn dirty dog! You did something, didn't you!”
“Surprised to see you noticed,” Getting annoyed with the pants, Dante used one of Lucifer’s swords and cut out the back of the pants, allowing his ass to finally fit and let his tail slide right through, but the crotch of the pants was being stretched out due to the sheer size of his sheath and his balls. “Not my usual look, but hey, it works.” He found none of the shoes fit his much larger feet; as such, he decided to just forgo wearing them. “Thanks for the clothes, fellas, I didn’t need to be walking around without anything on.” With a mental command, Dante banished Lucifer back to his storage space and replaced it with his newest Devil Arm.
It had the appearance of a black motorcycle which was created from a fusion of a normal motorcycle and sections of Cavaliere Angelo's demonic metal armor, with a front fender that resembled Cavaliere Angelo's helmet, bat wing-like decorative extensions to the side fairing, and double-sided serrated blades extending from the point where the front fork meets the wheel.
This was Cavaliere, the Sawas that sunder evil.
Jumping into the driver's seat, Dante shot the Imps a wink. “So long, falls, I’m sure someone will come by and help you out!” He revved up the engine and took off, kicking up a large sand cloud into the Imps' faces and leaving them trapped there as he tore across the desert to where he had no idea.
The imps were left coughing up sand as they watched him leave, soon becoming a dot in the distance and then vanishing from sight.
“….Brick….are we gonna have to tell his majesty?”
The leader of the little band of Imps gulped, his bravado suddenly gone as he looked at where his clothes were tossed about. He could see what looked to be some sort of phone with a glowing pentagram on it, and it was glowing angrily as the phone vibrated. “Something tells me, he already knows.”