Extra's Stories

The battlefield was a blur of shifting roots, slashing steel, and the deafening roars of a twisted goddess.

Vergil dashed forward, his blade a silver streak, cutting through the air toward Echidna, the She-Viper, who coiled high above. Her vines lashed out, each one strong enough to tear through stone, but he moved like a phantom—evasive, precise, untouchable.

A single clean strike severed one of her tendrils, sending it crashing to the ground in a spray of green ichor.

But Vergil didn't stop. He couldn't afford to.

The Yamato pulsed in his grip, responding to his intent. He had already weakened her significantly—one more decisive blow, and she would fall.

That was the plan.

But then—

A flash of golden light.

A blade meeting his own.

Vergil's eyes snapped to the side, his blade clashing against an Bianco Angelo's shimmering lance.

"Tch," he scoffed, effortlessly pushing back the knight, preparing to cut it down.

The Angelo staggered—only for another to strike from behind.

Vergil spun—just a fraction of a second slower than usual—a momentary delay.

And in that single instant—

The first Bianco Angelo snatched the Yamato from his grasp.

Vergil's eyes widened.

The knight backstepped immediately, its golden armor reflecting the eerie glow of the corrupted forest. It held the Yamato with an almost reverent grip, before abruptly turning—making a run for it.

"…Foolish."

Vergil surged forward, his coat billowing behind him, closing the distance within moments.

Too slow.

The Angelo was fast, faster than it had any right to be, weaving through the battlefield like it had no intention of engaging. It wasn't fighting—it was retreating.

Vergil was about to strike it down where it stood—

—when Echidna struck.

Her massive body slammed down from above, roots and vines bursting from the ground, forcing Vergil to disengage.

"Tch!" He leaped back, narrowly avoiding being crushed under her weight.

His gaze snapped back to the Angelo—

Gone.

A flicker of golden light vanished into the dense forest.

The Yamato was gone.

Echidna, sensing his distraction, let out a piercing shriek.

"You wretched little thing! Your flesh will feed my young!"

She lunged.

Vergil scowled.

This fight was over.

Without the Yamato, he had no reason to waste his time here. Leaping back, he vanishes into the shadows of the corrupted forest.

Back in the Containment Room.

The Rebellion is one of the swords that once belonged to the Dark Knight.

The moment he repairs the Rebellion, another copy slowly appears within his Reality Marble. And its history was ingrained in his mind.

Judging the concept of creation.

Forged by the power of the Dark Knight Sparda after he split his power into three pieces, and was named by him to embody "retaliation"

Hypothesizing the basic structure.

A standard longsword that awakens by the taste of Sparda's blood.

Duplicating the composition material.

A metal that can only be found within the underworld, infused with magic during its creation.

Imitating the skill of its making.

The vision of the sword's original user flashes through his mind.

Sympathizing with the experience of its growth.

Reproducing the accumulated years.

The sword's previous user... The Son of Sparda: Dante.

Excelling every manufacturing process.

An identical copy has appeared inside his Reality Marble. Similarly, he also has the Yamato in his Reality Marble, he wielded the Yamato before but it never gave him a reaction like the Rebellion did.

Just by wielding it, he can already feel his demonic power increased.

"This Power..."

The feeling of gaining more power suddenly became intoxicated.

"I want more... power..." His eyes flashed red, as he quickly turned swinging Rebellion at one of the Alto Angelo that was charging at him with its spear raised.

The demonic blade clashes with the large spear pushing the living armor back. Using the small momentum that he had built up, he projected a nameless sword on his other hand and swung it at the living armor neck, sending the head flying off. Before equipping Beowulf and delivers four powerful kicks and punches at each of the armor limbs.

Spinning around he grabs its limbless body using it to block a strike from the second Alto Angelo. Using it as a body shield before doing a forward spin kick, sending both the body and spear off, disarming the artificial angel, and switching to Velgan, the demonic shield unfolded itself becoming a large tentacle that wrapped around the second Angelo and swung it violently at the third one.

This sent the two crashing through the metal wall of the room. And the other one finally fell back down.

Both Agnus and Nero look at him with different expressions. Agnus for one of his main projects needs a descendent of Sparda for it to work, their first target was Vergil the Son of Sparda. But now they have another option, Fate the Grandson of Sparda. He can barely hide his excitement after seeing the Extra's power.

"I-I-I-I-Incredible... You resurrect the Rebellion!"

Nero on the other hand, felt robbed. He was the reincarnated here. This was supposed to be his moment, he was supposed to inherit the Yamato and unlock his Devil Trigger here.

What is the point in him running all the way here, doing all those puzzles, and fighting those bosses, just to see his cousin get a power that was supposed to be his?

"What the hell! Why are you here to steal my Thunder, huh!?" Nero points his sword at Fate with a pissed-off expression.

First, this bastard beat him up, now he has even taken the moment where he gets a massive power-up.

"Sorry cuz, look like it's just ain't your day, try again next week."

Fate answers casually his red eyes flash golden for a bit before turning back to his icy blue.

"BASTARD!" Nero rushes toward Fate, completely pissed ignoring all reason.

The two exchanged blades once again, the existence of his 'cousin' interested him, since his father and uncle switched places. So the Nero in front of him, where did he come from?

On the sideline, Agnus looks at the two whiteheads while taking notes, for their plan to work they need a descendent of Sparda, and now there are two right in front of him. He turned into his demon form and flew off before they turned their attention back to him.

"Why are you even here!?" Nero yells throwing a kick at Fate, the Extra quickly raises his sword blocking the attack and being pushed back.

"I'm just a traveler passing through. Remember that!" He pulls out his gun pointing it at Nero.

Before throwing a gem filled with magic energy toward him and pulling the trigger, the bullet flew hitting the gem and it broke. Creating a massive explosion in between them.

As the dust cleared, Fate was nowhere to be seen.

"What the!? Don't fucking run from me! Asshole! Come back here and face me!" Nero yells in anger not noticing the extra shadow moving in the background.

"Morgan, have you two found anything yet?"

Fate reached out through their soul connection, his voice brushing against Morgan's mind like a whisper in the wind.

A moment later, her voice rang in his head.

"I think this may interest you."

"Oh? Do tell."

"From what Lady and I gathered, the Hell Gate can be opened using the Yamato. It creates a rift between the demon world and the human world. But… with the Rebellion, it might do something more."

"Go on."

"It's possible that using both the Yamato and the Rebellion together could fuse the two gates, permanently merging the demon world with the human world."

Fate blinked.

"Huh. Really?"

"It's just a theory," Morgan admitted. "There are records stating that the Dark Knight sealed off the gate with Yamato. Some speculate that by adding the Rebellion to the mix, it could fuse parts of both worlds together."

Fate went silent for a moment, processing the information.

Then—

"If the two worlds fuse… that means more demons will appear… and I can kill them…"

"Fate."

"I can gain tons of SP…"

"No, stop!"

"And I can get even more—"

"STOP IT!"

"Power."

His eyes flashed red, then gold.

A sudden pain shot through his skull as Morgan's voice boomed through their connection, making his eardrums throb.

"I can feel your thirst for power all the way over here!"

With a sharp exhale, Fate's vision returned to normal, and the intoxicating thoughts of power faded—for now.

His control was slipping.

Ever since their time in that other world, the craving for strength had only grown worse. He'd been attempting to recreate the Warden's sonic boom attack and the Wither's skull barrage, but something always felt off.

The sonic boom was especially frustrating. He could replicate the sound wave thanks to [Music Player], but instead of it launching in a single controlled direction, the attack exploded chaotically in every direction.

He needed more precision. More control.

Morgan sighed through their link, her irritation laced with concern.

'His obsession is getting worse by the day.'

She pinched the bridge of her nose, a thought creeping into her mind.

'…Maybe I should just fuck him and get this power obsession out of his head.'

It had been a while since the last time, after all.

She sighed again, shaking the thought away. Not the time.

"Let's meet up at the agreed location. Lady already contacted your uncle."

"Sure."

The connection cut off, and Fate tilted his head to the side, watching as Nero threw another fit in the distance.

The other whitehead was smashing whatever was in reach, looking like a toddler having a full-on meltdown.

Fate smirked, then turned away, installing Enkidu. Before he takes flight toward their meeting point.

Unbeknownst to him, a group of Holy Knights, and Bianco Angelos had just stormed the castle.

Landing on one of the small islands a distance away from Fortuna, Fate's body glows uninstalling his Class Card seeing Morgan and Lady are already here.

"Where's Vergil?" He asked.

"Over there." Lady said pointing her thumb behind her back, as he tilted his head seeing Vergil sitting on a stone with a gloomy expression.

"He lost the Yamato." Lady said teasingly causing Vergil's eye to twitch in annoyance.

"You look like you need a hug, uncle." He said casually not bothered by the glare he was getting from him. "Not getting one from me."

Vergil glares harder at the boy, the fact he looks like his brother in his teen isn't helping.

"Oh right, by the way. I found your son... or another nephew." Fate just casually mentioned Nero causing everyone to look at him with a shocked look.

"Wait what!?" Vergil stood up looking at the teen with a complicated expression.

"Yeah, he has white hair, blue eyes, a Devil Bringer like me. I'm pretty sure he's your son though."

Vergil who now has a frown looking at his nephew, who doesn't seem to be joking around or lying. And if he really is lying then he must be a very good liar.

Still, Vergil never had any intimate relations with anyone before so how could he have a son who appeared out of nowhere?

"Are you sure he's my son?"

"About 90% sure." Fate then pulls out the Rebellion and shows it to everyone. "The Rebellion react to me, Dante's son, not him."

This answer just causes Vergil to ponder on who that boy is. Before it suddenly came to him and his face twisted into one of horror then disgust before turning to anger.

"Wow, never seen him go through so many emotions before." Lady said surprised to see her long-time partner's expression shift so fast.

"I think he remembered something he did in the past." Morgan guessed.

"Just remember you have a wife or something?" Lady tease.

"Nah if I have to guess then, he probably remembers the time he was sexually assaulted by a woman in his past even before meeting Lady." Fate said causing Vergil to look at him with an odd look as his guess wasn't just very pacific but also accurate.

In his jumbled-up memories, he actually recalls the origin of Fate Redgrave. The son of Dante was still going by Tony Redgrave during the time. Who was sexually assaulted back then. That's the reason for the last name "Redgrave".

There is also another Origin of Fate Redgrave, the Clone version made by... Someone that he can't remember.

Still, the first origin seems more possible, since it can be considered Canon taking right from the Devil May Cry Novel.

And in this world, the two switched places so he guessed this Nero was also born like his Fate Redgrave Ver.

Vergil let out a long sigh placing a hand on his face, today really wasn't his day. First, he lost his Yamato, and now this!

'Wait... do I have to pay child support? But pay for who exactly?' Vergil ponders looking at Fate and remembering that his brother also didn't pay child support. But he's dead and never met his son... So should he take a page out of his book?

"We're getting off track," Vergil said changing the subject.

He really doesn't want to deal with this matter right now. Most of his paperwork is done by Morrison, with whom he has a close relation with, knowing each other for a very long time and working with each other, Vergil even wrote a will, that if something were to happen to him, Morrison would take over his business. Trish and Lady can work for him, after all, they do get paid working in Devil May Cry.

'Changing the subject I see.' Fate thought looking at his uncle. 'Good choice, I would do the same in your situation.'

"So this is the meeting place."

A feminine voice rang out, drawing their attention. They turned to see a woman with tan skin and a white, chin-length bob stepping forward.

Her outfit was bold, almost theatrical—a lacy, white one-piece with orange accents, designed to expose her chest and inner thighs. The chest area was barely held together by a thick, orange cord that zigzagged across the front. A loincloth draped over her waist, leading into a long, flowing tail.

She wore white, thigh-high high-heeled boots, paired with elbow-high gloves that folded at the top, revealing an orange lining. Blue-feathered shoulder pads added an extra touch of flair to her already striking ensemble.

She was a member of the Order of the Sword—Gloria.

For a moment, silence filled the air as everyone took in her appearance. Then—

Laughter.

"Haha! What the hell is up with that one-piece?!" Fate nearly doubled over, his laughter echoing through the area.

Gloria smirked, unfazed by the reaction. "What can I say? I dress to impress."

With a dramatic flourish, she pulled away the black cloak that had covered her body, tossing it aside.

The illusion faded, revealing Trish.

Her true form instantly calmed the others, though Fate was still chuckling under his breath. "I mean, come on... that dress—it's basically—"

"You look like a pros—"

SMACK.

Fate's sentence was cut off mid-word as Vergil backhanded him across the face.

The force sent the teen flying back falling on his back.

Watching this, Trish just chuckles. "I like the kid, better than his father."

Vergil, without missing a beat, turned back to Trish. "I think that's enough. Trish, did you find anything useful?"

Recovering quickly, Trish crossed her arms and nodded. "Well, I managed to infiltrate the Order after handing them the Sparda. Normally, it wouldn't have been a problem, but after digging deeper, I found out about their real plan—The Savior."

Everyone tensed.

"A gargantuan statue of Sparda," she continued, "that they intend to use to eradicate all demons. Their original plan was to use Yamato as a key to open the Hell Gate, but if that failed, they were going to substitute it with Rebellion. Hoping that it will fuse the gateways between two worlds."

Her gaze darkened. "And to power the Savior, they needed Sparda's blood. Their original target... was you, Vergil."

A heavy silence followed.

"But now," she added grimly, "they have both Yamato and, potentially, Sparda's blood."

The atmosphere dropped even further. None of them were saints, but they all understood the disastrous consequences if this plan succeeded. The death toll would be immeasurable.

Suddenly—

The ground trembled.

They turned toward the city, watching in shock as the main island of Fortuna began to shake.

A colossal form rose in the distance—the Savior awakening, its massive stone figure towering over the island.

Simultaneously, the Hell Gate burst open, unleashing hordes of demons into the city.

Fate tilted his head, unimpressed. "Huh. Doesn't look that big from here."

Everyone turned to glare at him.

Vergil exhaled sharply. "We don't have time for this. Lady, Trish, Morgan—you three focus on evacuating the civilians. Fate and I will handle the Hell Gates."

"There are three Hell Gates," Morgan noted, turning to the mountain range in the distance. "Vergil will take the one in the jungle. Fate will deal with the one in the mountains. And I can go to the one in the castle courtyard."

Morgan glanced at Fate. "I can locate it, then contact you. With my magic, we can switch once I've confirmed the location and you finish dealing with the one in the mountain."

Fate nodded. "That works. After that, you can link up with Lady and Trish."

"Good. We'll go with that plan," Vergil said, already turning away.

Fate smirked. "Uncle, catch."

Without warning, he tossed a black katana through the air.

Vergil caught it mid-spin, eyes narrowing as he examined the weapon. Yamato?

But...

How?

"It's a fake. A temporary replacement." Fate said casually. "Use it until we get yours back and make sure to return it."

Vergil studied the blade for a moment before giving a small nod. "Appreciated."

Fate lies once more, although he doesn't want to give Vergil his Yamato, the Extra still decides to give Vergil his Yamato instead of a projection, this way it won't shatter mid-combat.

As he turned to leave, a hand suddenly rested into his coat.

Morgan held out three Class Cards in her palm. "I'm borrowing these," she stated.

Fate glanced down at the cards. Caster: Raven. Berserker: Yubel. Archer: Atalante.

He just shrugs. "Yeah, take 'em. I don't use those much anyway. My favorites are Oda Nobunaga, Enkidu, and Scathach."

Morgan gave a small smirk before turning toward Fortuna Castle.

With everything settled, Fate stretched, exhaling sharply.

Install!

Morgan and Fate activated their Class Cards, their appearances shifting as the effects took hold.

Morgan now wore a cyan-blue hooded cloak, the fabric rippling slightly as she moved. Fate, on the other hand, donned a large white robe, its hem barely touching the ground as he walked barefoot, an air of detachment in his stance.

With a final glance at each other, they split up, soaring into the sky, each heading toward their respective targets.

Vergil returned to the darkened forest, his sharp gaze falling upon the Hell Gate, its eerie glow radiating a dark green aura.

A massive, serpentine demon moved effortlessly through the air, its long, coiling form slithering as if swimming through an invisible ocean.

Vergil remained motionless, his icy stare unwavering as he watched the creature—a familiar opponent.

The last time they fought, their battle was interrupted before he could finish the job.

"Not this time."

His right hand rested on the hilt of Yamato, his grip tightening slightly as his body tensed in preparation.

Morgan descended into Fortuna Castle's courtyard, her cloak billowing as she landed gracefully on the cold stone.

Being able to fly had its advantages—one of them being the clear aerial view she had just moments ago. And what she saw was nothing short of disgusting.

Before her stood a monstrous, bloated toad demon, its slimy skin glistening under the dim light. But what made it worse were the two grotesque anglerfish lures hanging from its back—each one resembling a young, nubile woman.

The sickly-sweet stench of rot and damp flesh hit her nostrils.

Morgan gagged, her face twisting in pure disgust.

"That smell... Ugh."

She covered her nose, her blue eyes narrowing at the demonic repulsive creature.

"That thing... it's disgusting."

A dark magic glow covered her hands, creating a magic barrier around herself. While letting her magic flow out, tearing the metal fences and using its sharp tips as projectiles.

Atop the frigid mountains, Fate came to a halt before a brightly glowing Hell Gate, its orange light illuminating the snowy landscape with an eerie radiance.

A loud thud echoed as something massive emerged from the portal.

A colossal leonid centaur demon stepped forward, its body radiating searing heat, flames roaring from its back like an infernal mane.

A massive sword rested in its grip, the steel reflecting the hellfire that surrounded its body.

Fate, unfazed, simply stared at the demon, his expression unreadable as he rested Rebellion on his shoulder.

The creature's burning eyes locked onto him, its voice a guttural growl filled with rage.

"Sparda..."

The demon practically spat the name, fury evident in its tone. It could sense the blood of the traitor coursing through Fate's veins.

Fate exhaled, rolling his shoulders before taking a casual step forward.

"Yeah, yeah... not the first time I've heard that."

His grip on Rebellion tightened, his body shifting ever so slightly into a ready stance.

Without another word, the two advanced toward each other.