Devil Will Cry

A Devil May Cry x Touhou fanfiction!

Chapter 1

The man

A slight cold breeze of wind caresses the grass of an unknown realm; the sun's light heats the ground and feeds the plants with a warm heat. The weather is of a calm summer day, perfect to take a nap on the shade of a tree; speaking off, a white man is found lying down on the shade of a tree, he has long backward platinum hair with the length that goes to his shoulders, his musculature is nothing short of perfect, neither too lean nor bulky. He's wearing only blue ripped pants like he's been fighting something really strong, and an odd but beautiful katana with a white diamond-shaped grip and a golden pommel with an eastern dragon relief, a golden deep blue octagon with two trapezoidal halves hand guard, and a black scabbard with a deep navy blue cord attached on the scabbard on his right hand.

“The devil will cry...” These words can be heard and resonate inside this man's spirit, everything else is black but this deep mysterious voice is the only thing clear.

The man woke up, then tried to rise. His body is sluggish and heavy; he's been lying down for quite some time. The man managed to rise, then he opened his eyes, unveiling a blue sky with some small clouds and huge and varied unknown lands near him! Mountains, rivers, forests, gardens, shrines, villages, this mysterious world has it all! But there is an important question: where and why the hell is he here? He look at his right hand holding the katana and he doesn't recognise this weapon... He doesn't even know his own identity, but by instinct he knows that he's on a wild and probably dangerous land and he should begin to look for information. The man takes steps and walks towards the direction his instinct tells him to go; good thing he has a katana to defend himself in case he gets attacked. Like a vagabond, the man starts his journey to the unknown by basing himself on the unknown; he needs information, and he attends to get some. From whom did this voice inside his head come? Why is he here? Who is he? And what is this weapon? For some reason, his body has became lighter and swifter; his steps have increased in speed, and his mind has sharpened; his body is slowly but surely recovering from being asleep for an undefined amount of time. Then after hours walking, the man saw at a long distance a traditional Japanese-looking settlement with walls, smoke, houses, and a gate; it was defended by two guards armed with spears. The man chose to approach them.

“Hey look! There is someone approaching!” One of the guards spot the man far away approaching their location, he tightened his grip the on his spear as this unknown Jane Doe is also armed.

“Oh, there is finally something happening?! Is that a damn ronin?! Did he fought some Youkai?” The other guard, older than the first one, is surprised to see a “ronin”, and also annoyed to get woken up. “Lemme handle the questions, he doesn't look soft, and from here.”

“Ok, old man.” The young guard tries to ease up; but the closer the man approaches, the more he can feel his dreadful aura. He's freaking tall! 1M90! There's no man this tall; except for some Youkais, also built like a Greek God! And that katana looks like it's worth billions! Yeah, this man must be a Youkai. Expect that he doesn't look a bit Japanese.

“Hey, hey! Stranger! Hello, and I can't let you pass without asking you some questions. So make things easy for both of us, alright?”

The man stopped right in front of the guards and looked at the older one speaking to him; good thing he also knows Japanese. He towered them by a large margin, they are about 1m60 and even under that armour, he can guess that they are not built like him, in fact they are barely trained judging by how they hold they look and how they hold their spears. “Alright, what answers do you want to get from me?” The man have a calm and soothing voice; this should help to ease up the conversation.

“First of all, are you a Youkai? Because you look like one, I mean your hair, your sword, your build. You look damn scary, you know. If not, did you fought one?”

“Neither of these options, I just rose 3 hours ago from this beautiful grass land with the wind blowing on me, then I followed my instinct to start my journey to the unknown.”

“Oh, so you're an outsider? Well, you're free to go! Don't make trouble, else I would get in trouble. I'd like to keep my easy job, y'know.”

“I didn't have such intent to cause trouble in your haven.” The man fold his arms.

“Well, you're good to go. If ya need something meet me at the end of my shift at the sunset. It's easy to be overwhelmed in this city.” The old guard let the man pass.

“Many thanks.” The man unfolded his arms then walked past the entrance of the gate. Beyond the gate, there is an active and flourishing traditional industry city. There is a huge crowd, and a lot of merchants and other tenants of diverse activities. The weak military must say that they live in peace and without ill-intended people. Naturally, a tall and muscular western man armed with a sword stands out among the masses. After travelling for some time to the human settlement, the man found something that drew his attention: a huge statue of an eastern dragon with crimson blood eyes. He gazed at it for some time, lost in contemplation.

“This is the Dragon God's statue; it's made in the image of the supreme god of Gensokyo and mostly used for weather and incident predictions.” The man heard a girl's voice behind him; he turned his head to the right and looked down, and saw a small and young woman around 1M40 with ginger short hair that went to the bottom of her neck with twintails and bells attached on it; dressed in a red and white kimono and a yellow apron with Kosuzu written on it.

“Is this dragon behind the creation of this realm?” The man exhibited some curiosity about this statue, maybe because of the dragon relief on his katana.

“Yeah! According to legends, it is as long as the sky and powerful enough to destroy Gensokyo with just one roar! You don't want to mess with this one!” That girl is really energetic and likes to talk about legends.

“Power...” This word sounds very important to him, but he doesn't know why, and his spirit is still clouded.

“Oh! I forgot my manners! My name is Kosuzu Motoori! I own a book rental shop in this town! So, you're the intimidating and scary guy that townfolk have already speaking about? The gossip is fast here. What's your name, by the way?”

“I don't remember my name...” The man place one hand on his forehead, trying to remember something; nothing worked.

“An outsider with amnesia? Bloody hell, you have it rough! But if you ask me, you were some kind of strong warrior, since you managed to stay unscratched and you have a sword that looks really unusual. But I can confirm that neither of you or the sword are a youkai. I know someone who might be able to tell you something about your sword, but I have a bargain.”

“Tell me.” The man seems interested in the bargain.

“You'll have to work for me for a while; there are some customers who often try to steal some of my books and since you look strong, maybe that would dissuade some of them. Don't you worry, I provide some goods too. Deal?”

“Deal.”

The man had some good luck and settled an arrangement with Kosuzu for a job; his quest for information will not be an easy and short one, but for the moment he will have to do with what he has for now.

Chapter 2

The sword

The mysterious man that doesn't even remember his name that landed in Gensokyo seems to have some good luck. At the moment, he lives at the book rental store and is frequently seen reading books. Although he enjoys reading books, he dislikes being disturbed while doing so. Good thing for him is that he has a huge literature culture. Shop theft has also stopped because of his presence. Kosuzu is not the only one who enjoys his presence; the guards like him too! For some reason, alcohol doesn't have an effect on him so he can drink as much as he wants. He also sometimes participates in the sparring sessions and well, he's on a whole different level! No one can even touch him! He eases the job of Keine, the school teacher, by playing with kids sometimes; they even gave him a name! Gin, because of his platinum hair. Gin enjoys his life in this human city and he is well-liked by the town due to being a polite, smart, and handsome man. However, there is a catch! It's a human settlement and... He feels that he's not human like them; he's faster, stronger and smarter. Eating or anything similar is not necessary for him either. Kosuzu often tell him that he's an absolute force! The sword he always carries is another mystery. Gin never separates himself from it, but he also never takes it off its scabbard. It has never been touched by anyone, including Kosuzu.

Two months after his arrival in Gensokyo, the man called Gin is enjoying an after-shift at the Geidontei at night. This is a traditional Japanese-style pub when men love to go after work to gamble or to drink... Well, just do men activities! Gin is enjoying his booze and occasionally ogling at the waitress' big chest while the other guys are just messing around and having a good time.

“Yer owe me 100 bucks, kiddo! I told ya that our good ol' perverted Gin love big breasts!” A drunken old guard started rambling; he's happy because he won a bet.

“Aw shut up, old man! You rigged this!” A younger guard, also drunk, scowled because he lost a bet.

“Don't ya worry, kiddo! Ye'll drink that money with me! Hahahahaha!” The old drunk guard lifted his mug full of beer.

“You should have arrested him, you damn geezer! But no! Instead, someone had gone peeking with him!” Men, never stop being men...

Gin smiles just by thinking of all these beautiful naked bodies he saw in that hot spring and gives a thumbs up to the old guard. They almost got caught and got their asses kicked, but god damn! That was totally worth it! Feeling motivated, Gin takes off a book and a pen out of his brand new navy blue coat and starts drawing.

“You are all worthless perverts! Your wives would be ashamed of you! Expect for Ono! He's the only one that is not dirty here!” The waitress yelled with disappointment in these men. Expect for the young guard.

“Miyoi, please... This is the fuel to the fire of men. We can't help it...” The old guard replied with an apologetic tone. He's definitively not sorry. He got up and peeked at what Gin is drawing. “Yo, Gin, that's a nice drawing...” This is just a drawing of some of the women in the city in some very sexy poses... “Yeah, Keine's tits are perfect, hehehehe...” A very erotic drawing, indeed...

“Neither too big nor too small, perfectly adapted to her morphology.” Gin knows his subject and he is an excellent drawer.

“Lemme see that.” The young guard approaches and waits for Gin to finish the details... “This... Is a very offensive draw! In the name... Of the law! I have to take it!” Gin gave him the paper without any reluctance. The young guard, Ono, is blushing and exhaling with a loud noise from his nose.

“Damn, Ono... You are truly a pervert as well...” The old guard glared at him, pretending to be disappointed and surprised.

“This poor young man, who was a shining beacon of morality for the guard, succumbed so easily to the shadowy temptations of the demons of lust. What a shame.” Gin positioned his left hand on his forehead and began performing theatrical gestures, while also mocking Ono.

“You are the worst! I can't believe you!” Miyoi shouted at Ono, also pretending to be angry.

“I am only doing, m-m-my duty!” That poor lad looks like he's going to pass away from embarrassment. Then every guy at the pub is beginning to laugh at his expense while Gin fools around with theatrical gestures. After some playful banter, everyone returned to their seats and the evening continued.

A wet-coated man entered the pub; it is raining outside. Gin turned his head towards and spotted him pretty quickly; he was tall and could see a glimpse of short silver hair, not long platinum like him but still. The man removes his coat and looks Japanese, unlike Gin. However, Gin senses something is different with him by instinct.

“Oh hello, Rinnosuke! What brings you here?” Miyoi and Rinnosuke both look like they know each other.

“Kosuzu called for me; she said that she had a very rare artifact to show me. But something had happened to the messenger so I had to see for myself. Is Chief here or is he drunk?” Rinnosuke looks uncomfortable in pubs; he's also looking for Chief. Chief is the surname of the chief of the guard.

“Chief is here, of course~ Make yourself like home~” Miyoi replied with a gentle tone.

“Thanks.” Gin caught Rinnosuke's attention; he felt something peculiar about him. Like something supernatural! For a hybrid human-youkai, this must mean something. As he approaches Gin, he catches sight of his sword. He stared at it for a second then began to see an ominous dark aura from Gin's sword. The dark aura quickly transformed into a storm that absorbed light and was then swallowed by a black hole that deprived him of all his senses. He closed his eyes and began to sweat profusely while panting heavily. He feels like an eternity has happened, but the truth is only a second long. “E-Excuse me, is this sword yours? ” Rinnosuke engaged Gin.

“Indeed... You're the individual that Kosuzu spoke the name of?” Gin replied and saw Rinnosuke sweating after he stared at his sword. “She informed me that your expertise would be able to inform me about my sword.” Gin has a serious tone and seems impatient to hear more about this sword.

“Yes, I just need to inspect it...” Rinnosuke inspected the sword further, but not too much. He does not want to experience sensory deprivation again. He is given a name and power, and this causes him to feel even more uneasy. He feels as if he has seen a doomsday weapon that could destroy the world! “Yamato... A blade able to cut absolutely everything... And by everything, I mean everything!” {What the hell is that sword?! An overpowered hand-pocket Yukari?! What foolish man or god would have created that?! If this is even a man or god?!} Rinnosuke told Gin what the name and power his sword had; he also looked like he saw the devil in that sword. He has another question: How can a sword that is so dangerous be so free? This artifact should be locked away in the bowels of hell!

“Yamato...” Gin fell deep into his thoughts... Really deep.. He remembered screams, the sound of fire cracking and burning, swords clashing, magic cast, beasts howling, and blood flowing. “The devil will cry...” Can be heard again. Then he suddenly got woken up from this nightmare! Everything is burning and there is gore and blood strains everywhere!

Chapter 3

The awakening

“GIN!” A voice resonates. “GIN!” Gin opened his eyes after his nightmare, and saw the city in blood and fire! He is puzzled and doesn't understand anything... He is still dreaming? “Oh, thanks, the Dragon God! You're awake! We must leave! Demons are attacking us!” Kosuzu is yelling and shaking him in panic.

“D-Demons?” Gin is still confused; the second he wakes up, his good life suddenly becomes a nightmare and destroyed by demons? What the hell are demons doing here? He was told that Youkai lived in Gensokyo but not demons!

“There is no time to waste! Come with me!” Kosuzu led Gin through this scene of horror! Human limbs and blood can be found everywhere! But Gin is still half-conscious.

After travelling through this hellscape they arrive at the statue of the Dragon God, with glowing crimson blood eyes. Gin witnesses a group of people fleeing the burning city with guards providing guidance! A powerful and mature female voice can be heard in Gin's head. “Release your power...” Gin stop and stare at the statue. “Who are you?! What do you know?!” He shouts! The statue doesn't seem to respond; he's pondering if he's not insane. Then flashes came to him! Demons, blood, death! The demonic energy that flows into this place, the pain of the humans being killed and sacrificed, is felt by him! The spirit of Gin is overwhelmed by all of these! He returned to reality and saw a horde of feral and hideous insects, twisted and humanoid demons rushing towards him with their wicked weapons, fangs, claws, and magic!

“GIN!” “GIN! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!” Kosuzu is panicking as this wave of death is coming toward her.

“They shall all be slain... All of them... They will all repent themselves to this God of Death that I will become!” Under this dark sky with a blood moon shining, Gin swore that he would become their bane and worst nightmare! His expression is that of a reckoner, ready to smite everything in his path! Gin get in a combat-ready stance! His instincts tell him to fight! He placed his left hand on the grip of Yamato! Kosuzu is terrified! She wonders if Gin isn't going insane but also remembers that he was probably a mighty warrior! Her best bet is definitively on Gin! CLANK! The sound of Yamato being unsheathed from its scabbard can be heard! Gin's platinum hair started to flow backwards and emit a glowing radiance! FFFWWOOOOSSSHHHHH!!!! A burst of dark aura and wind swept every building around and his irises glow of a deep navy blue! Kosuzu is witnessing the rebirth of a mighty warrior, a literal God of Death! Strangely enough she feels safe around Gin even if he's displaying his massive power that is awakening!

“Perish!” BANG! Gin dashes towards the demon hoard with a titanic burst of speed way more than enough to break the sound! He is impossible to follow with human or even youkai eyes! TWWZZZIIIIINNNNGGGGG! The sound of Yamato being out of her scabbard can be heard! Gin swings his sword horizontally with immense speed and wrath! A huge line of light can be seen on where he unleashed his attack, then shattered like glass as Yamato rend into space itself! The demons in front of Gin vanish in a scream of pain and in an explosion of blood, dust, and magic! This is just the first offensive move from Gin, but hell is about to unleash! His inhuman speed, power and reflexes are making him move like a wind of death, slashing and ripping through the demons! Gin doesn't say a single word, he's only focused on killing every demon in the fastest way possible! In fact, he can only think about fighting and killing right now! Each strike is perfect and lethal, and if one of these miserable demons can resist more than one strike of Yamato? They are facing a fate that is even worse than instant death! They will be relentlessly attacked by Gin with a mixture of wrath, skill, and style!

“I-Incredible...” Kosuzu is shocked by what she's witnessing... A single man, fighting a horde of demons that nothing could harm, not even magic or danmaku! The only times she can see Gin is when he's striking! And she sees him at multiple places at once, proof of his incredible speed! And when a bulkier demon spawns or attacks, she can see the combos of Gin! Swinging Yamato with perfect grace, skill and lethality! Over a thousand demons already got slaughtered in a span of 10 seconds! A puppet demon managed to snake behind Kosuzu only for him to get impaled and obliterated by a flying magic western gothic sword! “H-He can use magic too?!” Another surprise for Kosuzu! Gin may not be conscious of that, but he's indeed summoning swords with the power of his will and soul alone! These swords fly across the battlefield with incredible speed, power and precision!

“My motivation to slay you all is absolute...” Gin gets even faster and deadlier! His dark aura amplifies even more, and he unleashes waves of summoned swords at the demons! The guards who only see a glimpse of him, killing and banishing every demon they see are astonished! He's single-handedly holding the wave of tens of thousands of demons by exterminating them like pests! He suddenly stopped and saw a wicked altar made of pikes, blood, bones, flesh, and also raped, mutilated, suffering humans with every punishment placed on them by a sadistic mad abomination and being farmed for their souls to summon even more demons from an even worse alternate dimension! He's just horrified and disgusted by the sight of it! But also angry! Mad even! Yamato gets sheathed and a blinding golden light envelops Gin!

BBBZZZZZZZZZ! WRRRRRYYYYYYYYY! A set of black as an endless night gauntlets and greaves with glowing as a sun white veins with divine light flowing through them, that resemble a mystic wolf with fangs and mane appear on both of the forearms of Gin while his legs get equipped with bestial clawed limbs. He's gonna get personal. His aura now changes to a yellow-white surrounded by a flowing trail of stars; his body also feels light as a feather! WWWWWWWZZZZZZZZZ! He clenched his right fist and this new unknown weapon began to charge its power on his right arm! He leapt high and performed a somersault above the altar! A hundred demons spawn next to the altar. WWWWWIIIIIISSSSSHHHHHH! Gin's somersault stopped at the apex of his jump, his right gauntlet is charged with even more power and ready to deliver! Gin from afar shines like the rising sun of hope that sweeps the darkness as demonic eyes peer from below, as their judgment will come from above! BIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGG!!!! Gin dives towards the altar with his gauntlet charged with ultimate power and looking like a star ready to go supernova! Just before landing, Gin punches the ground and BOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!!!!! WWWWWWIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSHHHHHHHH!!!!!

The earth shakes and tears by the mighty strike, buildings get annihilated or flung away faster than the sound of the shockwave, and a huge, large blinding pillar of light stretches towards the heavens, illuminating the skies! The demons and the altar get obliterated into nothingness by the absolute power unleashed by Gin. Then the rest is silence; the only one standing amidst all this destruction is Gin. His power transformed the majority of the city into a large and deep crater. Gin's gauntlets and greaves vanish from his limbs, and his aura calms down. His irises stop glowing, and his long platinum hair slowly falls down. The moon is no longer a blood one and the stars shine bright; the demon invasion is over for now.