Birth

"You know that you won't be going back if you rely on my power."

"I know…then what about my child if I manage to kill that b*stard?"

"Of course he will be free to go. Our deal still holds if you manage to take Dante down."

As soon as Beatrice agreed, her body started absorbing all the demonic energy in the vicinity as if her body was a vacuum cleaner sucking in everything.

Dante felt that something was wrong and when he looked back he felt like cursing everything in sight.

The beautiful but haggard and maddened visage of Beatrice had begun to distort slowly.

Her body had started to swell and disfigure into something hideous. She was slowly completing her transformation into a demon. Her demonization had begun.

Dante could see himself letting go of Virgil all over again.

"Don't do this…please don't do this. Think of your child…your child still has a chance to be born…please come with me."

"If you really care about this child…then DIEEEE…hand over your life so my child can live."

Dante did not want to do this but he had no other choice. He swung Rebellion once again in order to stop her from demonizing.

But she was stronger than he had expected. The strength oozing out of her was not at all like those small fries he had killed earlier. Her body was hard as steel and her nails had grown into sharp claws that she was using to lash out at him.

Her speed had increased and her eyes had turned completely red as if she had been possessed.

"F*ck F*ck F*ck F*ck F*ck F*CK…you want to die so badly then come at me bitch."

Dante no longer held back and used his Devil trigger. His whole aura began to change and the demon sleeping deep inside took over. He transformed into his Devil form that was still not complete.

Everything turned dark and dreary and even the demonized Beatrice felt fear for the first time.

Dante swung his sword countless times in a combo like attack. There was no opportunity for the demonized Beatrice to retaliate at all and she had to resort to defensive measures.

In his Devil form Dante was completely immune to all her attacks so he had nothing to fear as he chopped down with his sword.

Beatrice kept on retreating and avoiding his attacks. Despite the large size of her body she was quite nimble.

Dante knew that he was running out of time as the Devil Trigger could not be maintained for a long time. His energy was running out and his vision had already started to spin.

Dante chased after the demon in a crazy rush so as to not let it escape. They were already on the edge of the roof and the demon had nowhere left to back off to. Dante didn't let the chance slip his grasp and a barrage of attacks immobilized the demon before he started to close in.

The defense that was earlier difficult to penetrate crumbled like a wall of glass. Before Beatrice even had the chance to escape, she felt her world spin and saw it moving upwards. She felt that her sense of direction had been tampered with.

But then she saw her own disfigured body as if from a third person perspective. It was then that she understood what had happened.

Dante had cut her head clean off from her body with a single horizontal slash aimed right at the centre of her neck.

As if the world was resonating with the sadness that he was feeling on the inside, the Limbo started to crumble. The roof that he was on began to fall off. Dante ran at his top speed and jumped onto the nearby building and kept running until everything behind him had collapsed.

When every demon in sight was dead, Dante could see a lesser gate of hell that was waiting for him at the end of his path.

He turned to look in the direction where Beatrice had fallen and was sure that there was no way that the child could have survived that.

He looked crestfallen as he left his hopes behind in Limbo as well. In his heart he could only keep apologizing to Virgil for nor being able to save him and for not being able to save his child too.

...

Not long after Dante had left, a gate opened in the very same space that Dante had just escaped. The debris from the building went flying off as if it was nothing.

Had Beatrice been alive to see the being that had come then she wouldn't have known whether to cry or to feel joy as this was the very same angel that she had talked to in one of her dreams; the same angel that Memnon had told her was nothing more than an exiled demon.

"You should have listened to me. At least that way, you would have survived."

Ursus had an indifferent expression on his face as he looked at the mess of a body lying in front of him. Of course the mess belonged to Beatrice and no one else.

Ursus picked up the body and stabbed his hand inwards to pull out something from that huge mess of gooey and decomposing flesh.

When he retrieved his hand, a child the size of a little melon was in his hand that was still connected to his demonized mother through the umbilical cord.

The baby was still alive as was evident from the energetic cries that escaped its mouth. Ursus had been tasked to get rid of the bloodline that had the potential to become the strongest threat to their kind after Mundus. Therefore, he had come here only for the baby.

Initially Ursus had wanted to cut apart the foolish human who had willingly given birth to the child of the demons, but then he had changed his mind. Ursus had decided to give her the ultimate despair for even thinking about creating such an abomination. That was the reason that he had never interfered and had let the demons drive her to her bitter end.

Ursus had come to finish the job. He slowly started to clench his hands and was about to crush the child's little skull in his hand when something jolted his eyes wide open.

He could feel something familiar inside the child; something that was calling out to him as if it had long known him.

Ursus knew that feeling. It was the calling of blood; angel blood. It was resonating with his blood as if begging him to stop.

Ursus' face twitched as his calm expression changed into one of deep thought.

After thinking for a while, Ursus stopped. He decided not to go through with it. For the first time since he had been created, Ursus left something up to fate.

He carried the newborn and passed through the lesser gate that had previously opened.

He wanted to see what changes this child who had both the blood of a noble angel and that of a filthy demon would bring to the world.