Love & Betrayal

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(another timeskip a few thousand years, but nothing specific)

A countless amount of bodies were strewn across the floor, human bodies; foolish mortals that found their way into the demonic realm, they did not live long. Blood painted every surface it could, Mundus just stood amid the carnage, detached from what he had just done. He looked to Haures emotionlessly.

“Good,” the older devil nodded approvingly, “You have come a long way in more recent times, however that incident with you running off with Sparda did set you back.”

Mundus growled, hearing Sparda’s name, he was angry at the slightly older devil, angry for taking him away in the first place; angry at him for making his father search for him; he hated him for dying and leaving him, but most of all he hated that he was forgetting him the more time he spent training to get stronger, to avoid further pain than necessary. He just stayed silent, staring at the pools of blood on the floor.

He stared as Haures seemed to waver a few moments before he was split in half; Mundus stared in shock as he saw Sparda behind him, holding his bloody blade. He felt all of his anger and the twisted words Haures had sunk into his mind come forward as he charged at the devil, fuelled by pure fury.

Sparda was knocked back by the unexpected attack and he crashed to the floor, his head cracking against the jagged stone beneath them. He rolled up and looked to Mundus questioningly.

Mundus sneered at him, “You bastard,” he spat, “how dare you come back here after what you did to me.”

Sparda was drawing a blank, “What I did?”

“You left me,” he said launching at him again and started hitting and clawing at him blindly, “You died and left me with him,” he hissed, “I hate you,” he snarled darkly.

Sparda struggled to throw him off, but every attempt only made his attacks get worse.

“Don’t even think of trying to escape,” Mundus hissed darkly as he shredded Sparda’s clothes, “I’m going to make you suffer as you made me suffer,” he said and knocked Sparda out. He sank back after a moment, now feeling drained and he stared at the bloody mass now lying unconscious. He shook it off and nodded to the approaching guards.

“Clean him up and send him to my quarters,” he ordered.

The Demons bowed and nodded then looked to the two halves of the previous ruler’s halved corpse; Mundus looked to the body as well and sneered then looked at it and set it on fire, he deserved nothing special, Mundus then turned and walked away.

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Sparda was brought back into consciousness by sharp burning sensations; he slowly opened his eyes to see he was surrounded by a painfully hot inferno, which was doing little more than lightly scorching his skin, but when the flames dipped into the many open wounds covering him, the pain became excruciating. He realised that he was chained by the wrist to the ceiling, his arms twisted to breaking point; he hung a few feet off the floor. The flames died and were replaced by a thin sheen of ice in his wounds, keeping them open and stinging.

“I see you have…improved…” he said and looked to Mundus, who was standing there, looking at his captive with a bored expression.

“Had you been around, you would know,” Mundus returned and circled him with a dagger, “Elemental magic isn’t the only thing I have improved in.” Faster than eyes could follow, Mundus cut Sparda several times over his body, leaving long thin fresh lines of blood, slowly dripping down his body.

“Learn that from that sick bastard? I’m sure he would be proud…” he was cut off when the dagger slashes from the left corner of his bottom lip to the bottom outer corner of his left eye, and then was repeated on the right side. He blocked out the pain as much as he could.

Mundus growled and stabbed him repeatedly, “Shut up,” he hissed, “you have the least right of anyone to talk of him,” he growled and slashed into him in a blind rage.

“Mundus…” Sparda murmured, spitting out the blood pouring in his mouth.

“Shut up,” Mundus snarled and stabbed the dagger through his cheek and twisted it.

Sparda found that the amount of blood he was loosing was shutting his body down; he stared at Mundus’ feral expression before passing out again.

It took a shorter while longer before Mundus actually realised that Sparda had left the conscious world and he stepped back, dropping the dagger as he stared at the older devil and the amount of blood that pooled on the floor. As if coming to his senses, he unhooked Sparda and cast a healing spell, closing all of his wounds before they became permanent scars and cleaned him, then laid him in the soft bed. He then sat with the other devil, watching him closely; waiting for him to wake.

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The next time Sparda woke, he found he was lying in a bed, now unbound and alone; he frowned a little, it was very suspicious that he was alone, but he got up anyway and searched around to find some clothes that fit him, Mundus’, he sighed and paused a moment wondering how long it had taken Haures to turn Mundus against him; he shook his head a little, blaming himself for not being strong enough to protect the younger devil.

“Going somewhere?” Mundus moved behind him, pressing against him.

Sparda growled and moved forward, shoving him back, but Mundus moved faster and surged forward pinning him down.

“You left me once,” Mundus hissed, “I will kill you if you do so again.”

Sparda tried to throw him off but the younger devil had become deceptively stronger.

“Mine,” Mundus murmured and kissed Sparda deep, ripping his clothes off again.

Sparda shoved him off roughly, “No,” he growled, “It was over between us the moment you attacked me and nearly killed me.”

Mundus snarled and attacked him again pinning him to the bed, “No,” he hissed, “Its far from over, we have always been meant to be together, me coming back here was just a setback.”

“It wasn’t. It was you leaving me for dead, because you have always been too weak to stand up against your father,” Sparda said vehemently.

Mundus snarled and hit him, “you don’t know what he did to me, I had to follow him…”

“I know what he did, I saw it everytime you came to me for comfort,” Sparda stated, “You are just weak, you held yourself back because of him.”

“I had to,” Mundus growled, “He was my father, no matter how he treated me, just because you did not know yours, didn’t mean you had to take mine from me…” He froze realising his words and stared into Sparda’s hurt eyes.

Sparda hissed shoving Mundus off him and hit him hard several times then pinned him against the wall by his throat, “that is because he killed mine, you wouldn’t remember, you had just been born. He killed my parents, then he killed your mother.”

“Maybe he should have killed me as well then,” Mundus glared at him darkly.

Sparda nodded, “It would have been better for you.”

The two stared at each other, equally hurt by each other’s words and Mundus finally lashed out at Sparda, knocking him back and bringing out his claws, slashing at him wildly.

Sparda dodged the attacks easily, and grabbed Mundus, holding him still, “You are as bad as him, no, worse,” he said, making Mundus struggle harder, “He had a purpose for all of his kills, you just do it for fun, as brutally as possible,” he said, “I saw those humans that you butchered. Was you doing that for yourself, or were you following daddy like the mindless underling you are.”

Mundus roared out and slammed into Sparda at full force, tearing into him viciously, “The humans were all my idea, just wanted to see how easy it was to kill a small group of them, before I take their world.”

Sparda lashed out at him, “You will stay away from my domain if you want to live.”

Mundus gave him a maniacal laugh, “that’s threatening,” he smirked darkly, “Now say please.”

Sparda grabbed a sword from the side and impaled Mundus to the hilt, “I say stay away from my realm, or you will wish your father had killed you.”

“So much compassion for such low scum,” Mundus spat, pulling himself off the sword, “I think it is you who has fallen to such lows, not me.”

Alastor stormed into the room, literally, with a lightening entrance and he sent a few bolts to Mundus, throwing him from Sparda.

“Took your time,” Sparda muttered scowling at him.

Alastor shrugged it off, “the amount of hostile demons in the human world is increasing, you will have to seal the portal.”

Sparda looked to him a moment, “But I…”

“Your father did it, to save the human world from Haures; you have to do the same for Mundus…” Alastor told him, “go, I will hold him off.” He threw Sparda his sword.

Sparda caught his sword and glanced between Alastor and Mundus once more before heading out.

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