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Heaven on a Landslide pt. 12

May 15th, 2:56 p.m.

Penelope was the last to the party it seemed, having gotten caught up by an entire cavalry of Black Angel wannabes. She gazed around, smiling in relief at the sight of all of her companions safe and sound. Her smile faltered when she took notice of their surroundings, seemingly no longer in the Qliphoth-clearly some sort of illusion but she knew that place. She had spent a large portion of her youth running around that very place, playing and laughing with Dante and Vergil. It was their home, but why would the fruit create such an illusion?

A muscular arm snaked around her waist, scrambling her thoughts as she was pulled against Dante’s side. She breathed out a sigh, getting lost in the warmth he practically radiated.

“Told you not to be late,” he murmured and she rolled her eyes, turning her head to look forward. Urizen was on his back, clearly defeated as V approached him to deliver a final blow. She was happy for him, it seemed to be all he ever wanted. Maybe once it was all over, he’d finally open up about why he had such a vendetta.

She looked up at Dante when he released her waist suddenly, breaking off into a full sprint. V plunged the blade of his cane deep into the eye in the center of the demon’s king chest before the legendary devil hunter could reach him.

The scene of Dante’s childhood home shattered around them as a gigantic beam of blue light erupted in the center of the room. All three devil hunters were sent flying back, Penelope planted her feet firm on the ground to avoid losing her balance. She wearily lowered the hand protecting her face, and everything seemed to come to a halt. She suddenly felt like she had forgotten how to breathe, desperately sucking in shaky, labored breaths that felt like they weren’t even reaching her lungs. Her whole body trembled violently, eyes blown wide and unblinking as they stared into the center of the room. V and Urizen were no longer there, instead, a man with white hair stood in their place.

“Mom?” Nero’s call to her fell on deaf ears. She clasped a hand over her mouth when the man turned around, her chest twisting up so violently she was sure her heart was giving out. She never thought she’d have to bear looking into those cold eyes ever again. A large hand gripped her shoulder, and she tore her burning eyes away from Vergil to look up into Dante’s face, he looked so concerned...and guilty. She jerked herself out of his grip, the heat emanating from her skin becoming too much to bear as she realized-

“You knew?” Her voice came out as a soft whisper, not the enraged roar she had intended for him. The apologetic look her lover gave her did nothing to dissipate the white hot fury flooding her veins. Dante almost felt like something had tore its way through his chest, the way she looked at him-pure betrayal twisting up her features as she broke down sobbing. A scream burned in the back of her throat, her knees shaking violently enough to have her collapsing to the floor but she remained on her feet out of spite.

Dante buried the overwhelming guilt he felt and charged at his older brother, swinging his sword only for Vergil to counter his attack seamlessly-shoving the devil hunter backward with a smack from his sheathed sword directly in the center of his chest. Dante grabbed hold of the sheath and yanked it off, throwing it back at Vergil with such precision and force it sent the man in black sliding backward. Dante landed between his two companions once again.

Penelope could hear Nero’s voice to her right but didn’t register a single word as she watched the brothers fight, fists clenched until her nails drew blood from her palms. Her feet seemed to have a mind of their own, dragging her forward towards the older twin. Her boots thudded violently against the floor as she stomped after him, reeling her fist back. Vergil tore his eyes away from the man in red just in time to see her fist before her knuckles cracked against his nose. His head snapped back from the force, but he seemed unaffected as his emotionless eyes fell to hers. She looked borderline feral, her lips drawn back in a snarl as her chest heaved violently.

“My son!” Her voice came out raw from choking back her violent sobs, “you…” she felt another scream bubbling up in her chest. She forced it down, “you hurt my baby!” She pounded her fists against Vergil’s chest, “how could you?” Vergil’s gaze flicked to the boy in question, he bore a dumbfounded expression-still oblivious to the truth.

The punches thrown at his chest came to a standstill, her trembling hands grabbing fistfuls of his black coat as she leant her forehead against his chest. Her shoulders shook violently, and Vergil instinctively reached out to comfort her. He stroked her hair, unable to fight off the urge to look to his brother. A smug smile tugged on his lips when he saw Dante’s expression, practically able to sense the insecurity and jealousy radiating off the younger man.

Vergil gently removed Penelope’s hands from him, trying to convey an apology in his gaze as he backed away from her. As soon as the brunette was out of harm’s way, Dante shoved Nero out of his way and moved to attack his twin once again. Vergil blocked his attack with ease, the two brother’s face to face as he held off his assault.

“Defeating you like this has no meaning,” the sound of his voice had Penelope shuddering, the toneless drawl washing up horrible memories.

“C’mon Vergil, let’s do this!”

“Heal your wounds, Dante. Get strong. After that, we’ll settle the matter,” the brunette flinched when Vergil swiped Dante’s legs out from under him, striking him hard enough for him to let out a strangled cry of pain. She lifted her foot to run to her lover, but changed directions to Vergil as he drew the Yamato and opened a portal. She didn’t have time to think over her probably idiotic decision, chasing after the man in black.

Dante sprinted after, growling in frustration when the portal closed up behind Penelope. “Dammit!” He sucked in a deep breath in a futile attempt to calm himself.

Nero appeared at his side, now with more questions than answers. He’d never seen his mother so worked up, and over one guy? His brain was going faster than he was processing the past few minutes. It had his head spinning.

“If that’s your brother, what happened to V?”

“He returned...to himself. Go home, Nero. This doesn’t concern you,” the younger man scowled at Dante, stomping after him.

“Like hell! I lost my right arm because of him! Bastard’s got my mother-”

“She went to him, she’s not in any danger,” Dante spat out bitterly.

“You don’t know that!”

“Believe me I do,” he laughed, the sound uncharacteristically empty, “they love each other, always have,” Nero tilted his head in confusion.

“But...she loves you? I thought-”

“Not like she loves him…” he recovered quickly from the emotional vulnerability, rolling his neck before starting forward. “Look kid, this isn’t your fight. I need to stop him, and that’s all that matters.”

“I’m not gonna let you have all the fun, Dante!” The older man came to a halt, spinning on his heel and getting in Nero’s face. He was too stubborn for his own good, reminding him painfully of someone he was sure he was gonna lose.

“You don’t get it!”

“Lemme guess, I’m dead weight? You can shove that-” Nero’s impossibly short fuse was running out, veins popping out in his neck as he got closer and closer to the edge.

“That’s not it Nero!”

“What is it then?!” He screamed out, finally snapping.

“He’s your father!” Nero’s face twisted into disbelief, a crease forming in his brow as the gears turned in his head.

“What?!” He felt like his head was gonna explode from the impossible amount of new information being dumped on him. Everything was suddenly making sense... his mother’s stories, his resemblance to Dante, his mother’s reaction to Vergil-all of it. And he found himself wishing it didn’t make so much sense...his own father ripped his arm off, left him in a pool of his own blood. He was becoming too aware of why his mother never told him about his father. “No…”

“I had the feeling, the first time I saw you, but I wasn’t sure. Then I found out you were Penny’s son...and I was certain. He’s your father,” Nero shook his head slightly, not wanting to believe. Dante ignored the guilt eating away at him, it hadn’t been his right to tell Nero the truth but it was the only way to deter the stubborn brat. Penny already had plenty of reasons to hate him, what’s one more?

“Now, he needs an ass-kicking...but I can’t have you go kill your old man,” he clapped a hand on Nero’s shoulder, who was too lost in thought to register his attempt to comfort him.“Just stay out of this, if not for yourself, then for your mother.” The younger man still had so many questions, but Dante was long gone.

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Devil May Cry 5 All Bosses Guide

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All Bosses Guide for Devil May Cry 5, featuring the in-game model images and descriptions by Nico, as well as where to find the enemies and some tips on how to take them on. If you want to learn more about DMC5, see our Enemies and Weapons guides as well!

All Bosses in DMC 5

There are a total of 17 unique bosses in the Devil May Cry 5, and each boss has its own moveset, strengths, and weaknesses. Some bosses can block and deflect attacks, some bosses have special rage modes, and others can only attack on melee or range. Learning their attack types and weaknesses is key to success, so read on for a full list of all bosses found in game and the best way to deal with them.

Qliphoth Roots

Goliath

Artemis

Nidhogg

Elder the Geryon Knight

Cavaliere Angelo

Gilgamesh

Scudo Angelo (Boss)

Proto Angelo (Boss)

Nobody (Bosses)

Mirage Goliath

Mirage Artemis

Miraggio Angelo

Malphas

King Cerberus

Vergil

Qliphoth Roots

We’re seeing these bundles of Qliphoth roots all over Red Grave. The outer skin on ’em is so thick you’d have to spend hours working on ’em with your sword or gun to cut through. Figures-what other kind of plant would survive in the underworld?

Luckily these shrinkin’ violets wear their hearts on their sheeves, Look for the pulsating mass of red somewhere within the roots. My theory is that these spots are like hearts, pumping collected blood into the Qliphoth.

Well, like any gal knows, if you put your heart out in the open it’s gonna get broke. Take out the pulsating red blobs and the roots should wither.

Just try not to think about how much blood they needed to get that big…

Goliath

This demon calls himself Goliath. Gotta love it when they just up and tell you their name—makes my job so much easier.

Anyway, when you see a roiled-out musclehead demon like this ‘un, you can pretty much guarantee he’ll be dumber’n a sack of pork chops.

Still, that gnarly belly-mouth is impressive stuff. Draggin’ crap in and superheatin’ it in his hellfire? That’s got potential. Gave me a few ideas for expanding the arsenal.

So I guess we kinda owe this ape a thank-you.

Artemis

You heard of Machiavelli? He’s a legend. One of the underworld’s top gunsmiths.

Now would you believe it if I told you Artemis started out as a gun he made? Seems that fusing gun with a human host created this.

Man, I wish I could have seen it in the flesh. Those energy beams it was shooting at you were graceful, right? Like a ballet of destruction. Yeah, I can see it now.

A priceless relic, one of the last remaining artifacts of Machiavelli’s genius. …Until somebody came along and smashed it the hell up.

Just…just don’t talk to me for a while.

Nidhogg

According to V, this thing.was livin’ symbiotically with the Qliphoth, a parasite among the vines.

With all that blood running through the Qliphoth, it figures that something would hitch a free ride.

Its humanoid core would be weak to attack if it weren’t for all the tentacle-like arms it can swing around to defend itself.

On top of that, it can hide itself inside the Qliphoth to stay safe. If you want to kill it, you gotta find a way to drag it kickin’ and screamin’ into the open.

Oh, and by the way…this thing is as dumb as they come.

Elder the Geryon Knight

Geryon are listed as “equus daemonicus” in some of the oldest demonology texts. That’s “horse demon” to the uneducated. You keeping up okay, sugar?

Anyway, seems these demons come in all shapes and sizes, but the one thing they have in common is the power to mess with time.

They’re also proud—this is not a horse you just jump onto and ride around. So if V’s tellin’ the truth, the way that knight was able to ride this Geryon is some mighty impressive stuff.

Cavaliere Angelo

Whatever sorcery it was that cooked up the original Black Angel, somebody’s been mighty busy perfectin’ it to make this fella.

Retractable shields built into both arms? It’s attack and defense in a single package! And with that demon gal Trish stuck inside, it could blast lightning all up in your face too. Lemme tell ya, I’ve got a lot of respect for the design!

Sure wish I coulda seen this one myself, but I guess I’ll have to quiz Trish and Dante about it instead…

Gilgamesh

Gilgamesh is a kind of metal that can be mined from the bedrock of the underworld. Fuse it with demon flesh, and you’ve got armor harder than steel.

That’s what we got here. Seems somebody decided to fuse the roots of the Qliphoth with the roots of the Qliphoth with a batch of Gilgamesh, and before you know it there’s a three-story metal demon walkin’ around.

The really rad thing about Gilgamesh is that it can create shockwaves outta thin air. That’s how this varmint was blowin’ things up from a distance-and it means runin’ don’t do you no good.

If you want to kill somethin’ like this, you gotta get up close ‘n’ personal.

Scudo Angelo (Boss)

In his journals, my daddy sometimes mentions the Black Angel—some kind of powerful demon that used to inhabit the underworld.

Daddy had a theory that it was created by transubstantiating an unwilling human victim into demonic flesh.

If that theory was right, then these dead-eyed creeps are like a mass-produced version of the Black Angel.

Their shields? Hella tough. If you wanna get around ’em, you’re gonna have to use your head. Good luck with that.

Proto Angelo (Boss)

Check out the armor and weapon on this demon. I’m seein’ clear similarities to the Black Angel.

My guess is these are some kinda prototype, or maybe modified version of the Black Angel.

We’ve seen these weirdos speaking to the mass-produced types, giving them orders like they’re in command. Seems they’re smarter than your average hell-beast.

And hey, I know you think you’re invincible, but that sword’ll give you more than a close shave. But, if you can parry it, I reckon you’ll have a pretty big opening to do your stuff.

Nobody (Bosses)

At first glance, these uglies seem half-formed, like they broke outta the egg too early. I gotta admit, there’s still a lot I can’t figure out about lem.

Half-baked or not, theylll tear you a new one if you don’t watch out. They got more strength in those spindly arms than your three average demons combined.

And what else is on the menu? Magic powers. When you see ’em kinda dancing around, they’re absorbing demonic power right outta the atmosphere.

What really bugs me is those masks they wear. The masks are important to ‘em somehow…Just wish I could figure out how.

Mirage Goliath

I guess I’d describe this as a metaphysical infernal phantasm… Sounds pretty good, right? I’mma write that one down.

Looks like this one is supposed to be Goliath…kind of a waste of effort if you ask yours truly. If you’re gonna bust out this kind of power, why not choose somethin’ a bit more badass?

Anyway, if the likes of this fella caused you trouble, you wouldn’t have survived so long.

Mirage Artemis

Another metaphysical infernal phantasm. Man, I love the sound of that.

The one’s based on Artemis…But just my luck, the gorgeous light show of the original ain’t nowhere to be seen.

Whatever it was that made this thing got no appreciation for the finer things in life!

Miraggio Angelo

*Ahem* What we have here is a metaphysical infernal phantasm. Oo-ee! I impress myself.

I got an inklin’ that these are yanked out of the target’s memory and manifested to go on the attack. The ol’ “nightmares made real” deal. But heck, I’m an engineer, not a wicked witch. What do I know about magic?

What’s clear is that no phantasm is gonna be more powerful than the original.

You got nothing to fear from these things…unless you’re already on your last legs.

Malphas

According to V, this demon calls itself Malphas.

Judging by the different body tissue of its upper and lower ‘halves, I think it used to be two separate entities.

My guess is some arcane sorceress type fused the bird into herself, but then realized she couldn’t keep the bird under control.

By the way, this bird was still a lil’ chick. If you’d let it grow up all big an’ strong, we coulda had a real problem on our hands.

King Cerberus

Everybody knows that when you see a big mutt with three heads, that there is a Cerberus. But Dante managed to run into the king of the whole bunch? That guy’s movin’ up in the world.

Well, you gotta hand it to the king—wielding fire, lightning, and ice ain’t no mean feat.

But like all Cerberus, under all the king-this and your-majesty that, he ain’t nothing but a glorified guard dog. Wonder if Urizen was upset about what happened to his pup.

Urizen

Your target—the demon king. Thing is, I can’t find any mention of Urizen in any of my demonology texts. You’d think a guy who crowns himself king of all demons would be a little more infamous…

Well, superstar or not, he’s definitely got the power to keep a grip on the throne. But you don’t need me to tell you that, huh?

Listen, if you’re sure you wanna take this guy down… watch your ass, all right?

Urizen (Mission 8)

This sheds some light on what Urizen was up to-rooting himself into the Qliphoth to grow fat on its power. He wasn’t just fighting you sitting down outta contempt. He needed to stay rooted into that thing to absorb its power.

That makes it all the crazier that he cut himself off to move around!

Those shreds of the Qliphoth left in his body looked like a real headache, attacking and defending at Urizen’s will. How you got outta this fight alive l’ll never know.

Urizen (Mission 17)

All that blood…all that life force focused into the fruit of the Qliphoth. When Urizen ate that thing his whole “king of hell” gig seemed like nothing — he had the power to shake the foundations of the world.

He was so damn powerful that he just cast off those verstiges of the Qliphoth that were his weapons and armor. They were only slowin’ him down.

From then on, all he needed was his own physique — the ultimate expression of killing power.

To take him on and win…you’d need the power of a god.

Vergil

Son of the legendary dark knight and Dante’s brother.

Lady says he once lost to Dante and got his ass thrown into the depths of the underworld.

Later, he turned his sword— the Yamato—on himself, using its power to cleave demon from human and so sever everything that was holding back his demonic side.

So V was the humanity he left by the wayside…

Well, they’re back together now. Vergil’s weakened days are over.

If you’re enjoying DMC5, make sure to check out our Devil May Cry 5 Review, the DMC5 Walkthrough, and our other DMC5 Guides: Walkthrough, Skills List, All Secret Mission Guide, All Blue Orb Locations, All Gold Orb Locations, All Purple Orb Locations and All DMC5 Enemies, All DMC5 Bosses.

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