Of Demonic Firepower

Frustrated, Dante searched all ends of the room for that aggravating white face of the Jester. Unfortunately, the column of light to return to the room he was previously in has already appeared, meaning that there was only one soul in the room; his own.

"Hope he can pay for those." Dante made one final remark before entering the beam of light.

The devil hunter relaxed as the brilliant beam enveloped him, and the world began to spin around him. Deep down, he wished these wormhole trips didn't have to make him so dizzy. He considered maybe he just wouldn't go through them anymore.

After a moment, Dante's feet had hold of solid ground. He was back at the beginning of Temen-Ni-Gru; the very gargantuan structure that contained the key to the Demon World. Dante's twin, Vergil, was attempting to break the seal and gain the power that previously belonged to their father; Sparda, the King of Demons.

When Temen-Ni-Gru first came out of the ground several blocks away from his shop, Dante just wanted to go because he 'didn't wanna miss the party.' He was most likely referring to the massive amount of demons that would surely erupt from the disturbance of Temen-Ni-Gru. At the time, he was unaware that Vergil was planning to do so much more than just throw a welcoming party for his younger brother.

Disgusted, Dante looked up toward the sky in a failed attempt to see the peak of Temen-Ni-Gru. "Aww, man... And I must've went up a hundred floors!" He threw his vision to the ground, kicked a pebble of what used to be a building, and shrugged. After a very brief moment, he picked his head up and started walking again.

"Damn that clown..."

"Whew!" The clown said to himself as he walked through an altar of Temen-Ni-Gru. "That was awful close! Good thing that noise happened when it did! Daahahahahahaha!!"

As he carelessly strode to the top of the tower, he nearly forgot about the silver and black handguns he stole earlier. The Jester pulled them out from his coat and observed closer. They were obviously custom perfected for maximum performance. Their balance was perfect, their accuracy was better than 100%, and they seemed to fire forever, as if the clips were endless.

But Jester only frowned. "What possible use do I have for these!?" He thought for a moment, then gave up. "Oh, well!!"

With that, he flung Ebony and Ivory off the sides of the small bridge. As they fell into the abyss, the clown continued laughing and kept walking, not even looking back.

Vergil was at wait at the top of the demon tower. His 'assistant,' Arkham, went somewhere into the tower earlier and has been gone for a little over half an hour now. He didn't mind the privacy and quiet, but he still pondered if he had gotten into any trouble.

Amongst the wind at his ridiculously high altitude, Vergil could barely make out the faint footsteps coming from the other side of the tower. His hand steady on Yamato - the katana that Sparda passed down before his death - Vergil stayed where he stood, ready to slice the intruder in two.

Somewhat to his relief, the foot steps belonged to Arkham. Vergil returned his signature Devil Blade to it's previous position as the assistant with the writhing face approached his side.

"You're late."

At this, Arkham smirked. "Oh, really? Whoops. Guess I lost track of time."

Vergil averted his gaze to the demon, but only out of the corner of his eye. "And what's the delay? You said you'd be right back."

"Ah, I was merely adoring the magnificence of this marvelous structure; Temen-Ni-Gru, the border of the gateway from the Human World... to the Demon World. Two millennia ago, the angry souls who revered evil constructed this brilliant edifice. Soon, the gate to the Demon World will be open, and this structure can finally fulfill its role for which it was intended after two millennia of confinement."

Vergil unsheathed his sword at pointed it at Arkham's chest. "Don't play me for a fool, Arkham. I know you were horsing around with Dante. Otherwise," he brought Yamato closer to the demon's face, "you wouldn't have that cut on your nose."

Shocked, Arkham lifted a hand to his nose. "Aww, that's too bad. I was hoping that would go away before I got here. Well, no matter."

Vergil gave a very small smile and withdrew his blade from Arkham's face, but didn't sheathe it. "Did he have it?"

Vergil was referring to an amulet that Dante wore around his neck. When they were born, both children were separated and kept away from each other. Shortly before their human mother died, they each received an amulet that were meant to be given to the heir of Sparda. Since there were twins, the amulet was split down the middle so that they both received a necklace. Little did Dante know, that the amulet can be reconnected and serve as one of many keys to Hell. And Vergil needed it if he wanted to inherit his father's power.

Arkham grinned. "Of course. He's taking good care of it. After all, it is the only momento he has from the mother you both lost..."

Vergil lifted the amulet from his chest and peered into the red diamond. "Yet he isn't aware of its true intentions..."

WHAM!!!

Two ponies lay unconscious in the darkest depths of the Everfree Forest. Actually, 'unconscious' may not be the right word for it. These two ponies have never had souls before. Nor were they always living beings in Equestria.

There was a black-coated one. This one had four light-brown boots on, and its mane and tail were short and white; much like Dante and Vergil. On its flank was the name, "Ebony."

And the other pony was silver. As Ebony, this one also had light-brown boots on, and also same was the style and color of the mane and tail. However, apparently etched into this pony's flank was "Ivory."

As once lifeless, soulless objects, it will be some time before the shock can trigger the devils in these monster ponies. For now, they lay, dormant; but they will spring forth once they learn how.

How to live as Equine Devils.

How to live as Ebony and Ivory.