The elements collided as the walls of the altar shook around the devils. The force of their collision destroying everything around them.
Jasen's demonic form launched forward like a living meteor, scythe screaming as it cut through the air with lightning and incredible speed. Dante and Vergil met him head-on, their speed matching his, but their strikes cutting deeper. Three powerful forces colliding with such speed that the eye could barely track them. Lightning slashes tore outward from Jasen's scythe in wide arcs, black-and-gold energy ripping through the chamber.
Vergil vanished in a flash, the Yamato cleaving the lightning apart with surgical precision. Dante rolled and spun through the chaos, grunting under his breath as he narrowly avoided a strike that carved the wall behind him.
Devil arm collided with Devil arm. Steel met lightning, as scythe met sword. The son's of Sparda met faker, but that faker was slowly creeping up to being a real devil.
Shockwaves blasted outward with every clash, cracking the altar floor further, sending chunks of marble skidding across the chamber. Jasen pressed relentlessly, his massive form moving with terrifying speed, turning him into a blur of black and gold. Every strike powerful enough to crush and cut buildings apart.
Dante blocked one blow with Rebellion and was driven back several meters, boots skidding trenches into the stone. Vergil appeared at Jasen's flank, Yamato flashing slashes that cut the air itself, but Jasen twisted, his scythe haft cutting into Vergil's ribs and launching him back to the far end wall.
Dante pulled out ebony and ivory, and fired midair, bullets raining down against Jasen's chest. Their impact hitting dead center, in a vicious grouping, but Jasen didn't slow. His wounds sealed instantly, black flesh knitting together as golden veins pulsed brighter.
The golden veins on his ebony skin pulsing with power. His body adapting more to the demonic power. It over taking his mind, as it steered him down a path know one could see coming. The urge it had was to grow, spread and devour, until it was the strongest.
Above the chaos, Arkham stood looking down with a thinly smile. He began backing away toward the shadows. He was gonna let the devil's destroy each other and steal the power of Sparda from the ashes.
As he took one step back—Alucard appeared in front of him.
Arkham froze, eyes widening for the first time not knowing who this was. "Who are you....?"
Ebony twin short blades pierced through Arkham's torso in a blur, pinning him to the wall behind with brutal force. As blood escaped his mouth, Alucard leaned in close, his piercing golden eye cold. His fangs ready to attack.
"I'm a friend of your daughter. You shit of a father" Alucard said in a posh English accent
Arkham gasped, blood spilling from his mouth, trying to remove the blades from his chest. Then Alucard vanished from in front of him in a blur.
Then Arhkam saw her. Lady, as she stood bloodied, and barely standing. A gun in her hand
Arhkam muttered. "Mary"
Mary screamed out "Don't you dare call me that name you DAMN DEVIL!" As a gunshot rang out. Then another. Then a dozen more.
Lady fired relentlessly, emptying her weapons into Arkham's body. Each shot tore into him, flesh shredding under the barrage. When the gun clicked empty, she reloaded it and fired again, and again, and again. Until it clicked empty again. Then she staggered forward. She saw Saiya's katana lying nearby.
Lady picked it up, hands shaking.
"I'm gonna borrow this."
Saiya, slumped against the wall, barely conscious, nodded once. Alucard stood there not interfering anymore. He did not judge her. He was once in her shoes, and wished no one had to go through killing their parents.
Lady raised the blade and drove it straight into Arkham's heart. "This is for my mother."
Arkham convulsed, unable to speak, eyes wide in agony as he felt his life leave his body and went slack. Lady yanked the blade free and, without hesitation, severed his head in one clean stroke. It rolled across the floor, the look of horror on his face.
The fight below intensified.
Dante and Vergil tore into Jasen with renewed ferocity, blades carving deep, making bloody wounds, only for them to regenerate instantly. Jasen's aura surged harder, lightning cracking violently across the chamber. Each wound made him grow stronger, faster, and more vicious.
Vergil landed beside Dante, breathing hard but still composed. "This is taking too long. He's too durable for us to get anywhere soon. And the more we damage him the stronger he get's. We need to overwhelm him to the point his regeneration can't keep up."
Dante wiped blood from his mouth and grinned. "Yeah. Guess it's time to kick things up a notch."
Dante sheaved rebellion on his back. He placed his hand out in front of him and summoned from his hip, the ice nunchaku forming in a flash of frost. At the same time, Dante grabbed Agni and Rudra's twin blades from his back and tossed them to Vergil.
Vergil caught them midair. Fire flared in one hand. Wind roared in the other. He twirled them around in his hands, and body in a precise, elegant, deadly dance.
"Interesting," Vergil said calmly. " You have Devil Arms as well. These should suffice."
The blades began to talk again.
"Another son of Sparda." Agni said.
"It is a honor to be in the hands of such power...." Rudra said
Virgil budded the hilts heads of the swords. "No talking!"
The swords became quiet again. As Dante grinned at Virgil. Dante spun Cerberus around his body, frost spiraling outward. " Lightning versus Ice, wind, and fire. Let's see who comes out on top. Come on Jasen, I know your in there somewhere."
Jasen's demonic form straightened. His voice echoed with deep, distorted, layered with demonic tones. "Use...Yamato… separate. "Amulets… keys to Sparda."
Dante and Virgil stared at him, unable to understand what he meant. Then the three launched simultaneously.
Ice erupted over Jasen's chest. As fire burned cutting into his side, as wind screamed cutting, and amplifying the fire. Jasen with one arm called forth lightning. As it struck all three of them Jasen only use the damage to keep pushing.
Their collision tore the altar chamber apart, elemental forces colliding in violent harmony, as their blood spilled across the altar floor creating a pool beneath them. The ancient room began to glow brighter—reacting to the power, the blood, the lineage of Sparda himself.
The tower groaned and shook. Above the chaos, Alucard grabbed Lady and Saiya, hauling them up effortlessly. "If you both stay here like this then you both will die." He said coldly.
He leapt upward through the shattered ceiling, vanishing into the storm as the three devils below continued their cataclysmic battle.
The altar shifted and moved. A podium arose from the ground which made Jasen grown.
"Sparda.... Power"