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Into the Spardaverse 1 - First Meeting

The first of seven chapters for Into the Spardaverse, where we end up in Limbo City and wish we hadn’t. This takes place after the events of the main game and Vergil’s DLC in said game.

Fandom: Devil May Cry, DmC (Devil may Cry) Characters: Dante, Reboot Dante, Vergil, Reboot Vergil, OC (what a party). Tags: @nimnox @furyeclipse @harlot-of-oblivion @synchronmurmurs @queenmuzz

Summary: When a portal suddenly opens to another world, Dante, Vergil, and Cassandra are sucked into the world of Limbo City. Separated, they work to reunite, despite the circumstances.

“Come on Dante, let’s clean up this rabble!” Cassandra cried, hand resting on Dante’s shoulder. A playful grin was on her face, staring down the Lusachia demons that were shaking before her. Vergil hummed thoughtfully, ice blue eyes flickering around the battlefield. They were cleaning up some demons in an abandoned warehouse, light streaming in from the broken windows. The Lusachia demons had been causing havoc around the area so they had been called to deal with the demons before they caused more problems. Cassandra glanced at Vergil and Dante followed her gaze.

“Something’s off.” The elder son of Sparda murmured.

“What is it, Verge?” Dante asked, rolling his shoulder. Cassandra let go of him, Astra glimmering in her hand. The Lusachia demons let out a roar, a rush of arcane power filling the area. Cassandra looked down.

“RUN!” She yelled, a moment too late. At their feet, a portal yawned open. Cassandra, mid-step, fell into the yawning portal. Vergil unsheathed Yamato, intending to slice the demons where they stood. Dante sprinted forward, only to fall into the very portal they had opened up. He twisted his body, reaching out to his brother before the darkness of the portal overwhelmed his senses.

“Verge! Cass!” His voice seemed to echo around him as he fell. He heard screaming, the death of the Lusachia demons, before his head hit something hard.

“Shit…” The devil hunter groaned, holding his head. It wasn’t hard enough to knock him out but it was hard enough to still hurt like a bitch. He slowly sat up, looking around. Instead of the warehouse, he was in an alleyway. Well, it certainly wasn’t Red Grave City. The sky looked too...green for that.

Wait. Green?

He sat up, quickly getting on his feet. Leaning against the brick wall, he moved to the end of the alleyway to peer around the corner. The sidewalk- no, the entire city -was lifeless. It was almost as if it was abandoned, it’s inhabitants having long fled. Well, it didn’t help that the city was in one hell of a state. For one thing, it stunk like blood and shit, the telltale sign of demonic activity. There was a hint of something else, something he couldn’t quite place. The closest he could think of was sulfur, but worse.

“So...nobody around here, huh?” He hummed. “Kinda wish I got placed somewhere more...lively.” Not that he had a choice in the matter, portals were weird. Vergil explained it once, something about the Underworld and the Human World not being a one-to-one mirror, some more metaphysics, and something about things being more approximate than specific.

But then again, it wasn’t Yamato that dragged them here. And even then, they would all still be together. So that made him wonder...what power did the Lusachia demons invoke to make that portal? And where were they? The demonic energy seemed to blanket the place, he couldn’t sense his brother nor Cassandra. Cassandra would stick out like a sore thumb, always followed by a herbal scent.

Oh no.

The thought of his adopted sister in danger was what sent him running. Pulling upon Cavaliere, he hopped on the demonic motorcycle and raced down the empty streets. As much as he knew Cassandra could hold her own, they were in a strange-ass city that reeked of demons and was devoid of humanity. He had no idea if Vergil was with her or not and a part of him was hinting that he wasn’t if he himself landed in that alleyway alone.

Harshly turning around the corner, his eyes met the source of the demonic stench: a small group of metallic looking demons. He could tell they were still demonic, despite the metal that clung to their bodies like armor. He grinned, riding into the demonic horde. He pulled upward, the tire of Cavaliere digging into the body of the demon. It let out a tinny scream as it fell. Dante glanced around before leaping up, dodging the razors they wielded. He landed back on Cavaliere, revving it up to life and swerving into the horde. Their screams echoed in the air as they fell to Cavaliere.

“How’s that for road rash!” Dante yelled, a wide grin on his face, jumping off Cavaliere. He looked to the side, seeing a demon crawl to an alleyway. He was about to pull out Ebony and Ivory before a pair of gunshots rang out through the air. Dante blinked, looking up. Standing in the alleyway was a young man, a punk with white hair and blue-grey eyes stared at the demonic corpse at his feet. On his back was a thin long sword while his hands held a pair of still smoking pistols. The punk looked up at him, giving him a look that Dante could only presume was judgmental.

“The fuck are you?”

“Depends on who’s asking.” Dante grinned. “What’s that sword on your back kid?”

“This?” The punk looked back at the sword, pulling the pistols away. He pulled the sword forward, giving it a spin.

“Rebellion.”

“...that...toothpick is named Rebellion?” Dante stared at the long sword. “That’s a nice joke kid.” The punk shot him a glare. Twirling the handle of the long sword, Rebellion turned into a silvery light-blue scythe.

“How’s that for a toothpick?”

“Well, that’s certainly impressive.” Dante clapped. “Well, what’s your name, kid?”

“Dante. And you?” Dante raised an eyebrow. Well, that would certainly make things confusing.

“Well, what do you know, that’s my name too. Small world.” He said with a lazy smile. The punk (he wouldn’t call him anything else, because he did look like a punk) raised an eyebrow at him suspiciously.

“Yeah...small world...” He shrugged. “So. What are you doing here?”

“Oooh...you know…” Dante leaned back, resting on Cavaliere’s seat. “I just dropped in. Mind telling me what’s the name of this town?”

“Limbo City.”

“Doesn’t sound lively.”

“Well, most people fucked off after Mundus was slain by yours truly.” He flashed a cocky grin. “Limbo City doesn’t have much left aside from demons.”

“But you’re sticking around.”

“Only because I felt something...off.” The punk stepped forward, the cocky grin fading into a more critical gaze. Dante lazily shrugged his shoulders.

“Don’t look at me kid. I just arrived.”

“Alone?”

“Well…” Dante hummed. “I diiid have a little sister with me.” The punk raised an eyebrow. “Blonde, dresses in white, wields a rapier.”

“And you call Rebellion a toothpick…” The punk hummed. Dante stood up, Cavaliere disappearing as Devil Sword Dante appeared in his hand.

“Well, let’s just say I’m used to bigger swords.” He grinned, impaling the sword into the ground. He leaned against it, grinning cockily at the visibly surprised punk. “So, did you see her?” The punk looked down the road.

“Yeah, I did. But there’s this hot new Demon King who’s throwing his weight around like he owns the place. He took her.” That cocky grin disappeared.

“Well. Shit.”

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Cassandra paced around the bedroom, her prison cell. Not moments after she arrived in this world, she had been pounced on by demons. Despite her best attempts, she had been overwhelmed. In the fray, a flying demon grabbed her and took off. She had a good look at the demon, humanoid but with scarlet wings and a porcelain look. It was rather disconcerting but, given that they were high above the ground, she didn’t want to take her chances. The flight had given her a view of where she landed: a city choked by green clouds and the scent of demons, of blood and feces and sulfur but warped by something she couldn’t place. The demon flew towards what looked like a mansion. Cassandra gagged, the demonic aura radiating from it making her feel sick.

‘By the Earthmother, wherever I am is gross. This isn’t Red Grave City, that’s for certain!’ She thought. The demoness fluttered to the ground, meeting a gatekeeper of sorts. The gatekeeper demon, a creature of metal twisted into a facsimile of angels, opened the gates with a strained creak. The demoness fluttered inside, the gate closing behind her with an equally shrill creak. She flew through the mansion, Cassandra reminded of opulent homes from Red Grave City but the hint of decay told her that not all was well, before being thrown into the bedroom that was her prison cell.

Which was where she was now, pacing and waiting. She wasn’t dead, which was a good sign, but she was still a prisoner. Suddenly, she felt an immensely strong demonic presence at the door, laced with the feeling of cold. She turned, watching the door open. Her hand trembled, waiting for the moment to summon Astra. Much to her surprise, the door opened to reveal a human man with white hair swept back, dressed in a dark blue overcoat with a rather ornate lining (if the coattail was anything to go by), and blue dress pants. She was reminded of Vergil, if not for those unsettling red eyes. They betrayed the power this man held, the power that made her stay Astra for now. She balled her trembling hand into a fist, to keep her rapier at bay. Now was not the time of fighting, not yet, not while she had no idea where the brothers were or where she was.

“Who are you?” She whispered, keeping her gaze steady on the man before her. “And where am I?”

“You are in no position to make demands.”

“Forgive me, I was just brought here without any explanation as to why and everything reeks of demons.” She glanced to the window, to the city that lay beyond the glass. She was trying hard to be cordial, tactical, just like Vergil would be doing at this very moment.

“Very well.” The man said, but Cassandra found that hint of a smile too unnerving to trust. “My name is Vergil.” Cassandra let out a gasp. “And this…” He gestured to the city beyond her window. “Is my kingdom, Limbo City.”

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space-finally · 5 years

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A completely excessive list of Final Space predictions

Not just for season 2 but like in general. Also I'm just kinda like, spitballing here, do I expect every single thing here to happen exactly as I say? Nah. Just like, bingo-chart type predictions. And not really in any particular order, sorry for it not being organized.

*Spoilers below the cut*

It's a new villain who comes to save Gary at the beginning of the season. (Probably they realize Mooncake would be more compliant for Gary, and it's some sort "You'll help us if you ever want to see your friends again!" scenario.)

In fact, we don't actually see the rescue, just him slowly waking up with an oxygen mask on, villain introduces themself.

The crew's replacement ship is smaller, older, and run-down, which causes problems. (Whack-a-mole repairs without the help of the SAMES, don't have the luxury of everyone each getting a room to themself, etc.)

We find out John was actually an asshole, and/or Jack has a Freudian excuse.

The Dewinter family make an appearance.

We see Quinn's sister and dog.

Quinn backstory; there's a good reason why she has trouble trusting people.

Gary or Quinn say something stereotypically dad-ish or mom-ish to Little Cato.

Gary and Quinn mission separated from the rest of the group. ;-)

Little Cato is grossed out by Gary and Quinn making out in front of him.

"Mystery Girl" is somehow connected to either Gary or Quinn.

Alternate Garys from Chapter 8 return Spiderverse-style.

Gary's overly trusting nature bites him in the ass.....

....Which later causes him to NOT trust someone he SHOULD.

Nightfall appears suddenly without any warning or buildup.

A look into Nightfall's failed timelines.

Earthen refugees on other planets.

Alien zoo.

This

is either the remnants of Earth or the whole rest of Terra Con Prime

Explanation for why people on Terra Con Prime don't like humans.

Clarence is human-racist to Gary and Quinn (but takes a shine to Little Cato, having known his dad).

Clarence joins the team, but isn't entirely trustworthy.

Gary's robot arm is destroyed or damaged, forcing him to go with only one arm for a while, until he gets a cooler, upgraded one. (Bonus if he has to rip the arm off himself.)

Someone has a serious injury with actual lasting consequences.

Main character gets a new outfit, or at least new design element.

Mooncake isn't the same after LC's torture, he's either weaker due to the overexertion of his power, seriously traumatized, or just furious.

John was somehow involved in the Titan's grande scheme. (By association, so is Gary now.)

Some sort of "chosen one" thing going on with either of the former. (Yeah, bad trope and all, but the thing the Gatekeeper said about him being "chosen before he was even born?")

We see planet Ventrexia.

Little Cato becomes consumed with revenge, eventually leading him to become a minor villain or anti-hero.

Some form of "And don't call me Little Cato anymore! It's just Cato now!"

Some variation of "Your dad died saving your life, don't you dare waste it!"

A rift in the crew causing at least one of them to break off from the group for a while. (Gary, Quinn, or Little Cato)

Mooncake willingly leaves to protect the others.

Quinn is somehow changed after being rescued from Final Space. (Has powers and/or signs of corruption like the Lord Commander, or else is burned, deafened, blinded, or otherwise injured from the explosion itself.)

Quinn and Gary fight, like not petty relationship drama, but over some irreconcilable moral difference.

Just, something that serves as some sort of "pedestal breaking" moment for Quinn, where Gary finds out something not-so-great about her.

The crew, or just Gary, is forced to team up with the Lord Commander in order to fight the Titans.

Helper Hula returns, the goings-on of the Order of the Twelve is a big plot element.

A character develops powers, or else discovers previously-dormant powers.

Any is line lifted directly from the pilot.

We go inside the mind of a different Titan, (most likely this guy.)

Shelby Merry's "The Scorch" (Hmmmm.......would this be maybe a little TOO on-the-nose?)

Flashback to sometime between Gary being a kid and Gary meeting Quinn.

Gary is/was a gambling addict.

Dr. Bluestein and Derrick return, and we figure out what was actually going on in that scene.

The crystal has some sort of significance.

They get more on-the-nose about Gary's whole..."not allowed to have a guitar" situation.

Gary is offered and turns down a cookie (GASP!!)

Due to Nightfall or the Time Worm, the crew travels a significant amount of time into the past.

Avocato returns in some form, but NOT in a good way, or at least, not in a permanent way.

Quinn ditches the Infinity Guard uniform.

Mysterious space virus plot.

Someone coughs blood or vomits while wearing a helmet, and we see it across the mask.

This guy is just a harmless wacky dude trying to help:

Some sort of excuse to get everyone in fancy clothes (only to immediately get them soaked in bad guy blood!)

Another episode where everything seems to be going great, only to go horribly horribly wrong at the very last minute (a la Chapter 6)

Gary "remembers" things from other timelines.

Jack was really into board games ("All the pieces are in place. Let's play a little!" "Is this a game? I love games." "I love games! I always win." "This isn't how you play the game!")

KVN is replaced with another KVN unit.

Zargon slugs in the dark zone, that get defeated with salt.

At the very least, an explanation of what the "dark zone" is.

A fight scene or dramatic confrontation happens here:

Some sort of nightmare fuel fuckery goes down here:

Gary snaps and, out of desperation or rage, does something uncharacteristically dark (lashes out at someone, or hurts someone aside from shooting a no-name red shirt enemy.)

Encounter with a black hole (hey, that's topical right now!)

Feel free to add on!

#final space #final space season 2 #final space theory #final space prediction #theory

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