Extra's Stories

"So, what's the plan?" Fate asked in a relaxed tone, leaning back in his seat as the helicopter flew toward Fortuna.

Vergil barely spared him a glance before responding. "Simple. You go in, cause trouble, and draw everyone's attention toward you. While we go around and discover the history and see if there is any useful information here."

Fate raised a brow. "So, I'm basically leading them on a wild goose chase?"

"Yes."

A slow smirk spread across Fate's face. His white bangs shadowed his eyes, making him look eerily similar to Dante—so much so that Lady's hand twitched toward her rocket launcher.

"Perfect."

And then—he jumped.

Straight out of the helicopter.

Everyone: …

Vergil facepalmed.

Morgan sighed.

Lady just raised an amused brow.

"…Does he know we're still in the middle of the sea?" she asked, watching as Fate vanished into the blue sea below.

Vergil didn't answer. Because before he could even process what had happened, a golden chain shot back into the open door of the helicopter.

Instinctively, he caught it.

A second later, Fate was yanked back up, soaking wet and completely unfazed.

"Should've looked first," he muttered, shaking off water.

Vergil sighed. "You didn't even look. You just fell backward out of the helicopter."

The white-haired half-devil glanced at his uncle, grinning.

Vergil pinched the bridge of his nose. Why did he even expect anything different? This kid was Dante's son through and through.

By the time they reached Fortuna, the helicopter had been hidden on a remote island near the main one.

Fate was more than ready to cause chaos.

The plan was simple.

His father was supposed to kick things off by assassinating Sanctus. But since Dante was nowhere in sight?

Fate would take his place.

There were a few concerns—like if Dante and Vergil switched places, did that mean Nero was never born? But he figured he'd cross that bridge when he got to it.

For now?

He had a job to do.

Without hesitation, Fate crashed through the glass ceiling of the church, shards raining down like stars as he descended, landing right in front of Sanctus.

Gasps and screams erupted from the robed figures around him.

Sanctus himself barely had time to process the sudden intrusion before Fate's hand moved like lightning.

A gun was already drawn.

-BANG!

A couple of minutes back.

A teen with white hair is busy killing off demons. "Out of my way! Today it's the day!" The teen was excited.

It has been 10 years since he was reincarnated into Devil May Cry as Nero. One of the main protagonists of Devil May Cry 4 & 5.

Today is the day Dante is going to show up and turn this shithole of a place to the ground. It will also be the start of his Devil Hunting Career.

Opening the door to the church, he sees his adopted sister Kyrie, who is also his love interest.

Nero walks into one of the seats to wait for the opportunity while suppressing his urge to smile as the Sanctus walks up his podium.

As he began his speech, the class in the ceiling was broken as Nero had to hold back in excitement seeing the man in a red coat falling and landing in front of the Sanctus. 'Wait! That isn't Dante's coat?'

-BANG!

A loud gunshot shattered the silence.

The once-prayerful congregation froze, their eyes widening in horror as they looked up.

A man with white hair and a red coat stood before them, slowly turning, his face partially splattered with fresh blood.

At his feet, Sanctus lay lifeless.

The High Priest of the Order—executed in front of them all.

Panic erupted.

"Your Holiness!"

Credo, the Supreme General of the Holy Knights, roared, his sword drawn in an instant. The other knights followed suit, charging toward the assassin in red.

And in the midst of the chaos—

A certain white-haired teen stared, completely dumbfounded.

'WHAT THE FUCK?!'

'WHY IS DANTE FROM DMC3 HERE?!'

Nero's mind raced.

He knew this story inside and out.

For ten years, he had trained relentlessly, preparing for this exact moment.

He was supposed to fight Dante, get stabbed with Rebellion, and finally awaken his Devil Trigger.

But now—

His eyes locked onto the man in red.

There was no Rebellion.

Just a smirking devil standing in the wreckage of the glass ceiling, exuding an overwhelming sense of control.

Fate's grin widened as he turned to look at the people around.

In one swift motion, he summoned Cerberus, the three-sectioned nunchaku, its icy chains clinking as he lunged forward.

The knights never stood a chance.

With fluid, effortless movements, he weaved through them, striking down one after another.

He switched into Nehala, its massive axe form cleaving through armor like paper.

Then, in the blink of an eye—Force Edge.

A precise stab. A knight crumpled. A parry. Another fell.

Yet despite his overwhelming advantage, Fate barely broke a sweat.

Credo gritted his teeth, pressing forward, his attacks sharp and disciplined.

But Fate?

He was playing.

Sidestepping with ease, his movements were calculated, deliberate.

A taunting smirk never left his face.

Credo charged forward, swinging his sword once more.

Fate tilted his head, amused, before shifting his stand lightly to avoid the attack.

The weapon in his hands shifted again— turning into Beowulf.

And then—

-BOOM!

A single devastating punch struck Credo's gut.

The knight's body buckled, his mouth coughing up blood.

Before he could react—

An uppercut.

The force lifted him off the ground, sending him skyward.

Twisting his body, Fate followed up with a spinning kick, sending the General crashing into a distant wall.

A horrified scream rang through the church.

"CREDO!"

Fate's gaze flickered toward the voice.

An auburn-haired girl in a white dress was crouched on the floor, her wide eyes locked on the man he had just sent flying.

"Kyrie."

The moment her name was spoken, a blur of motion came from the side—

-THWACK!

A boot slammed into Fate's face, sending him skidding backward.

His back slammed into the Sparda statue, his boots digging into the stone as he came to a halt.

His gaze snapped up.

A familiar white-haired teen stood before him, his blue eyes burning with fury.

And even more noticeable—

His right arm was in a cast.

'Nero?'

A gun clicked.

Two bullets tore through the air, heading straight for Fate.

But with one swift backhand, he deflected them, the rounds ricocheting away.

Still airborne, Nero lunged forward.

Fate smirked, dismissing Beowulf as he spun, his own leg rising to meet the attack.

Their kicks collided.

The force sent them both flying back—each landing on opposite arms of the Sparda statue.

A beat passed.

Then, in perfect sync—

They both drew their guns and aimed at each other.

"Nero!"

Kyrie's voice trembled, but before she could rush forward, Credo pushed himself up, stepping protectively in front of her.

"Kyrie!"

But Nero didn't turn. His eyes never left Fate.

Tension crackled in the air.

"Kyrie, go with your brother and get out of here." Nero ordered, voice sharp.

His grip on Blue Rose tightened.

Credo hesitated before nodding.

"I'll come back with help! You stall him until then!" he assured, gathering the remaining knights.

And as they fled—taking the body of Sanctus with them.

"I won't hold my breath."

Nero flicked his head to the side, sending his headphones tumbling to the ground.

Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger.

-BANG!

Fate ducked, the bullets narrowly missing his head. He sprang upward, but—

Nero was already there.

The younger whitehead twisted in midair, his legs locking around Fate's waist.

With Blue Rose aimed directly at Fate's face, Nero fired.

Fate simply tilted his head, dodging the shot at the last second before pointing his own gun at Nero.

But Nero anticipated it.

With a sharp movement, he locked Fate's wrist using his gun, forcing the shot to go wide.

For a brief moment, the two struggled in the air, bodies twisting as they vied for control—

Until Nero grabbed Fate by the ankle and hurled him toward the Sparda statue.

Fate landed effortlessly on the statue's head, barely fazed. But when he looked up—

Nero was already coming down.

A dropkick.

With a smirk, Fate backflipped out of the way, simultaneously drawing Redgrave Le Fay.

Before Nero could recover, Fate swung the Bounded Spear downward, its blunt edge crashing into Nero's shoulder.

-THWACK!

Nero tumbled off the statue.

But before he could hit the ground, he twisted, pressing his back against the statue's body and his feet against the massive stone sword.

-BANG!

He fired straight up.

Fate sidestepped, landing on the stone blade.

That's when Nero kicked off, pushing the sword down with his weight, causing it to collapse.

He sprinted up the falling stone, gun blazing, forcing Fate to dodge each shot.

At the final step, Nero swung his gun like a club—

Fate blocked with his spear.

The two were sent skidding backward, landing on opposite ends of the battlefield just as the massive sword crashed into the ground.

For a moment, silence.

Nero's gaze hardened.

Raising Blue Rose, he pointed it directly at Fate—who simply stood there, spear resting lazily on his shoulder, surveying the battlefield like it was all just a game.

"You got a jacked-up notion of fair play, pal. And it's beginning to piss me off."

His free hand clenched as he knelt, grabbing one of the discarded guard swords.

Fate arched a brow, then smirked seeing Nero's Devil Bringer.

"Oh? Getting pissed off already, Deadweight?"

Nero froze.

For a moment, he felt nothing.

Then—

A powerful, primal rage exploded in his chest.

'This bastard just called me DEADWEIGHT?!'

His grip tightened on the hilt revving it as the engine roared to live.

'I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL HIM!'

Nero charged.

Dragging the blade along the ground, he swung with all his might.

But Fate was already moving.

Effortlessly slipping into Trickster, he dodged with ease—each attack missing by inches.

And to make it worse—

He wasn't fighting back.

Instead, he just kept taunting.

Dodging. Mocking.

Not taking him seriously at all.

The realization made Nero's attacks more violent, his swings faster, his bullets relentless—

-THWACK!

Fate kicked him.

Hard.

Nero tumbled, rolling across the ground before stabbing his sword into the earth to stop himself.

"Is that all?" Fate sighed, stabbing the butt-end of his spear into the ground, standing casually.

"What's the point of packing a weapon like that if you aren't even gonna use it!?"

Nero roared, his vision turning red from pure anger.

That line.

It was familiar.

Too familiar.

But Fate couldn't fully recall who said that to him.

Nero is pissed, instead of a chill, cocky Uncle Dante in DMC4, he got this arrogant, condescending bastard in DMC3.

"C'mon, is that the best you can do?"

"HOLD STILL, JACKASS!" Nero roared, lunging forward.

"Sure."

-?!

Nero froze.

His eyes widened in horror.

Royal Guard.

Oh, hell no.

The instant realization sent chills down his spine.

The memes, the "Dante vs XXX: No Damage" videos—

The pure humiliation of losing to a Royal Guard master.

Fate smirked.

"Oh, c'mon now, don't be afraid. It's not like…"

His grin widened, mimicking a familiar taunt:

"'Your life will end when you attack.'"

'THIS MOTHERFUCKER IS REALLY BAITING ME!'

Nero screamed internally, glaring daggers at his opponent.

'FUCK IT!'

He rushed forward—

But Fate dashed past him.

A new weapon appeared.

Velgan.

A massive, demonic shield materialized on Fate's arm.

Before Nero could react—

The shield unfolded, transforming into a massive tentacle.

-CRACK!

The tentacle lashed out, whipping Nero across the back, sending him flying.

Teeth gritted in pain, Nero twisted midair—

Only to be struck again.

Multiple hard, cold rods slammed into his back, launching him higher.

Expecting an attack from behind, Nero split his attention below and behind him trying to spot the other whitehead.

-BAM!

Using Beowulf, a fist crashed into his jaw, 

The sheer force sent him crashing into the ground.

His body bounced once—

Then slammed back down, motionless.

Pain rippled through him.

'What… the hell…?'

His hands shook as he tried to push himself up.

This wasn't right.

He was supposed to win.

He was supposed to be the one beating Dante.

Not the other way around.

So why—?

Why was everything so different?

Why was there a different Dante here?

The sound of footsteps approached.

Nero barely lifted his head.

Fate stood over him, smiling.

"Take care, kid. Adios."

With a lazy two-finger salute, he turned—

And walked away.

In other parts of the island. The other member of the group is exploring the places that have the Hell Gates, leaving the mission to cause distraction to Fate.

Who is a part of Fairy Tail, which specializes in property damage, and counts his personality to piss others off. Creating the ultimate distraction tool.

Vergil was exploring a forest that contained one of the Hell Gates.

"Interesting." He said calmly sheathing his Yamato as multiple demon heads fell on the ground. "It seems that the rift between worlds is much weaker near it."

Vergil swung his Yamato trying to cut the Hell Gate but not only did his attack do nothing, but he also noticed more demons appear. "This is getting annoying."

Vergil then equipped his Beowulf and began beating the living shit out of them.

Unbeknownst to him, some shadowy figure was watching him from afar.

Back in the Castle Town of Fortuna, Fate was running away from the small army of Alto Angelo, Holy Knights of the Order of the Sword who turned into false angelic demons via the Ascension Ceremony from above and below was an army of Bianco Angelo, artificial demons used by the Order of the Sword.

Yeah, turns out that pulling out the Force Edge, the weapon that is literally on the big ass statue of the God (Devil) that this place worship isn't the best idea.

"GET HIM!"

"Would you just Fuck off already!?" He said giving one of the Alto Angelo the middle finger. Normally he won't mind the free SP but the enemies here are getting annoying to kill.

Making him really consider using his Avenger Class: Oda Nobunaga to blow this place up and burn it to the ground. But doing so will defeat the purpose of him being here, which is to have some fun.

Chaos Control!

Fate accelerated the time around making him run much faster disappearing into one of the corners.

"HE'S OVER THERE!"

One of the Angelos calls out pointing toward Fate, who just manages to lose them for a few seconds, that Angelos must have a dead wish as Fate put him on his "Personal Reason" list.

Personal Reason

-Jellal Fernandes, a bitch that follows me when he didn't need to and gets possessed.

-Mirajane Strauss, sexually harassed an underage child(me).

-Erza Scarlet, the accomplice of Mirajane Strauss.

-Trigon, sadistic motherfucker that one to take over the world. (Cross out) 

-Random Angelo, who doesn't know when to keep their mouth shut.

Archer!

The Extra equipped his Devil Arm Hama-Yumi which now has a purple glowing effect on it, being stuffed with multiple enchants.

Seeing the Army of Angelos charging toward him, taking a deep breath, Fate calmed his mind.

Pulling down his bowstring, a sword that was bent into an arrow materialized. The arrow has an out-of-place, colorful tip with red and white color.

Letting go of the bowstring the arrow flew in the air with blinding speed as it hit one of the Alto Angelo.

The arrows exploded in a burst of colorful magenta and cyan sparks that not only blinded them, the effect of the fireworks only stunned them, it also damaged them due to the arrow exploded after being struck inside one of them.

The loud popping explosion rang in their ears and the colorful light and spark somewhat blinded them, making them unable to react to the other ten firework arrows coming at them. The fireworks arrows rang out across Castle Town.

His drawing speed with his bow is insane, the fireworks arrows came down like missiles creating a double explosion with each arrow, the fireworks along with the amount of Magic Energy packed into the arrows.

Seeing the Angelos continue to push forward.

Trickster!

Fate switched his style and began running again. As he ran an Alto Angelo appeared to block him, but the Extra paid it no mind, using the sharp edge of his longbow as a melee weapon, he did a five-hits combo attack cutting the Alto Angelo in half.

Fate was secretly thinking of pulling out Rhongomyniad and began killing them. This inner thought was suppressed, and he projected more firework arrows.

The explosion of fireworks rang out, if they weren't going to stop chasing them, then he would give them a reason to. If they are gonna annoy him then he will annoy them.

Projecting his married blades, Fate throws them at the Angelos as they easily step aside avoiding them, the married blade is packed with magic energy as the blades spin in the air just the married blades are in the middle of the group, and two arrows hit them creating a massive explosion.

Using this small opportunity, Fate activates [Presence Manipulation] and disappears into the shadow.

"Where did he go!?"

"Spread out! He can't be far!"

The Holy Knights all spread out running past a group of people. Fate hid inside the house that the knights just run past, drinking a cup of tea like it was his own place, the owner lay unconscious nearby.

During the time Fate run around causing chaos, Nero was also tasked with helping to locate the assassin in red. The Extra has already stalled enough time here, his companion should be able to finish their research about now.

Using [Tracker] Fate notices Nero is heading toward Fortuna Castle, visible by how Trish is literally next to him at this moment.

Vergil was in another direction it seemed he was fighting something.

Then, Lady and Morgan, they seem to be busy collecting information visible by their silhouette looking like they are reading books.

"Alright then, since the Yamato is in our hand, let's see what they got in that place." Fate disappears approaching the Containment Room in the distance.

In the Containment Room, Nero was busy fighting the demons inside a testing room, separated by an electrified glass window from Agnus, the chief technology researcher and alchemist of the Holy Knights.

After he found out about Nero's demonic powers he wanted to use Nero to accomplish the Sanctus's wishes. 

Could they isolate and bind demonic power? It could enable them to conquer the world. 

Nero, who was at that time enraged at Agnus, as the scientist was saying something about fusing the gateway between the underworld and the human world, but Fate didn't care about it.

His gaze was still locked on the broken longsword in the back, hovering by the glowing light.

"This sword..."

A voice rang out causing Nero and Agnus to turn toward the direction of the voice, seeing a white head in a red coat staring at the broken sword.

"Who are y-y-y-y-y-you!?"

"Dante?"

Agnus asks in confusion while Nero again misunderstands the identity of the Extra.

"That's my father. I'm Fate." He answers not bothering to turn toward them, as his left hand reaches out to the broken sword.

Feeling an attraction toward it, the blade also reacted to him. His [Second Skin] was slowly burned off showing his Devil Bringer as the broken blade repaired itself and flew into his hand.

Much to their shock, Fate has reclaimed his family sword. 

The weapon was given to his father by his Grandpa.

The Rebellion.