• The rain... the thunder...
    The elements clashing together...
    Fire, chaos, clamor, and terror...
    The battle rages on once more.

    Shining Cross is yet again in peril...
    as its old enemy returns once more,
    Straight from the depths of Hell itself...
    Alexandre rises.

    He takes the town by storm,
    Burning, purging, wreaking havoc in the land,
    "Let all who see this blade tremble,
    And cower at the sound of my name!"

    Yet... there is a light in the distance,
    A very familiar sight indeed...
    A noble man rises to challenge this threat...
    The grandson of the Protector himself.

    Remus Erinn the Second...
    Son of Lorethias and Gwen...
    Brother of Dante II and Liam,
    Shines a holy light on this city.

    These two forces meet yet again,
    Their swords clashing, gleaming in the night.
    The ground cracks under the force
    Of these two powerful men.

    The cathedral crumbles yet again
    As the townspeople flee for their lives.
    Only one man is left witnessing this battle...
    Remus's brother, Dante the Second.

    Remus and Alexandre fight on,
    In what is known as an endless confrontation.
    The fire in these two men's eyes
    Burns brightly with the desire to win.

    Finally, one man falls to the ground,
    The familiar blood spilling to the cold, hard ground.
    "Alexandre, your time is up.
    Surrender, or face the wrath of the Shining Cross."

    The dark demon glares at the hero,
    And with a growl, vanishes almost instantly.
    Remus... he falls to the ground,
    Having been mortally wounded by the dark.

    His brother rushes to his aid, turning him on his back.
    Remus' eyes staring into his brother's.
    "I cannot hold on much longer, brother...
    My wounds are too great for me to carry on."

    Grasping the hilt of his grandfather's blade,
    The wounded man hands Dante the sword with a smile.
    "Please..." he choked as blood ran down his lips,
    "Protect the city in my stead, Dante..."

    With those final words, his arm fell limp,
    His body cold, dumb, lifeless.
    He protected the city with his life...
    And died, marked as a valiant champion.

    Dante now stands, donning the armor of his brother,
    His deep blue amulet around his neck.
    Strapped on his back is the blade of his grandfather,
    The bringer of light, The Liberator.

    His eyes stare into the open distance,
    Awaiting the darkness' return.
    He stands in the rain and thunder,
    Standing alone, to face the oncoming storm.