Devil sword Sparda (DMC) in DC

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Liam lay on the cold rubble, his vision swimming as the pain in his body

dulled into numbness. His breath was shallow, his body impaled by jagged metal rods,

and above him, the sky was stained with smoke and fading embers. The battle was

over. Darkseid had been defeated. The heroes would stand victorious, basking in the

cheers of the grateful city.

And him?

Just another nameless casualty. Another forgotten body in the wreckage of Metropolis.

No one would mourn him. No one would remember his name.

"Fuck them all…"

His chest rose and fell weakly as the darkness closed in—but before his final breath

could leave him, the sky above twisted. Space itself ripped open. A vortex of swirling

black and violet energy cracked reality apart, and from within, something fell.

Liam barely had the strength to move his head, but when he saw the object plummeting

toward him, his lips parted in disbelief.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me."

A sword.

A massive, demonic blade descended like the hand of fate, its crimson glow illuminating

the dust and debris around him. It struck the ground with a deafening clang—and

straight through his chest.

Pain.

A pain unlike anything he had ever felt before. Every nerve in his body ignited, his vision

went white, and for a moment, he thought he had finally died.

But then—he gasped.

He was still alive.

His fingers twitched. His heart still beat. He felt the sword inside him, yet somehow, he

wasn't dead. With a groan of agony, Liam moved his shaking hand, gripping one of the

metal rods impaling him. He screamed as he ripped it free, blood pouring from the

wound. Then another. And another. The pain should have been unbearable, but it was

as if something—something unnatural—was keeping him going.

Only one remained. The last rod, buried in his abdomen. And then the sword.

His fingers brushed against the hilt of the cursed weapon.

And the moment he touched it—

His mind was flooded with visions.

A towering black demon, its body wreathed in flames, its massive horns casting a

shadow over the inferno around it. The figure wielded the same blade, its red glow

burning like the embers of hell itself. The air around him crackled with power, thick with

malice and destruction.

Liam's breath hitched, his body trembling.

"What the fuck was that?!"

Fear surged through him, but so did something else. An urge. A pull. Like the sword

was calling to him, whispering to his very soul.

With a deep breath, he clenched his teeth and gripped the hilt with both hands.

And he pulled.

White-hot agony surged through his veins, but he didn't stop. Every inch felt like it was

setting his soul ablaze, but he refused to let go. And then, with one final pull

The sword came free.

Liam gasped, expecting to collapse from blood loss, expecting to feel his life drain away.

But instead

The pain vanished.

He looked down at his body, eyes wide. No wounds. No scars. Not even a single

scratch.

"What the hell…?"

Liam stared at the jet-black blade in his hands, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The

weapon pulsed with an eerie, crimson glow, its surface breathing like living flesh. A

grotesque, unblinking eye sat in the center of the blade, staring directly at him.

His grip tightened as a wave of dark energy surged through his body, a suffocating

pressure filling his lungs. His heartbeat pounded like war drums, not just from fear but

from something else—excitement.

God didn't give me any powers in this second life… but the devil himself did.

Before he could process what was happening, a guttural snarl cut through the silence.

Liam snapped his head up just in time to see a surviving Parademon land a few feet

away, its glowing yellow eyes locked onto him like a predator spotting wounded prey.

Its jaws unhinged, rows of razor-sharp teeth dripping with saliva.

"Shit…"

Liam's entire body shook. His mind screamed at him to run, to do anything but stand

there like an idiot. But his fingers refused to let go of the sword. In a desperate panic, he

swung

The moment the blade moved, the air itself shattered.

A wave of destruction erupted from the slash, consuming everything in its path.

Silence followed.

Liam hesitated before opening his tightly shut eyes, only to find himself staring into

nothingness.

The Parademon was gone.

The debris, the rubble, even a massive portion of the ruined building in front of him—it

had all been erased. Not destroyed, not blown apart. Just… gone. As if it had never

existed.

Liam looked down at the sword in disbelief. "What the actual fuck…?"

Then, a voice echoed in his head.

"Thanks, dickhead. You just blew your cover to hell. Damn well, too. Anyone with a

portion of demonic power can sense what you just did."

Liam froze. His eyes darted around, searching for the source, but there was no one

there.

"Great, now he thinks he's crazy," the voice sighed, exasperated.

"*What—who—what the fuck is happening?" Liam stammered, gripping his head.

"No time to explain, moron. Your stupidity just attracted a very scary girl with a demonic

crystal in her head. And guess what? She's coming here."

Liam swallowed hard.

"You need to hide. Now. I'll explain everything later—if you live that long."

Liam didn't think. His body moved on instinct, running as fast as his legs would carry

him. His heart pounded, breath ragged, as he darted through the wreckage of

Metropolis.

The voice in his head kept repeating, "Hide, hide, hide!"

Then he saw it—a car with its door left wide open, engine still running. The owner was

probably dead or had abandoned it in the chaos.

Perfect.

Liam jumped in, slammed the door shut, and floored the gas pedal. Tires screeched

against the ruined pavement as he sped off, gripping the grotesque sword like his life

depended on it.

He didnt stop driving. Not until the city skyline disappeared in his rearview mirror. Not

until the destruction was far behind him.

When he finally pulled over on an empty road outside Metropolis, his hands were

shaking. The adrenaline crash hit him like a truck. His mind replayed the impossible

event—the Parademon vanishing, the voice in his head, and most of all… the sword.

Then, the voice spoke again.

"About damn time you stopped. Listen up, kid."

Liam flinched, gripping the wheel. "What the hell—"

"I'm the sword between your hands. The manifestation of the power of the great demon

Sparda. And looks like I'm stuck with you."

Liam barely had time to process those words before exhaustion took over. His vision

blurred, his body slumped forward—

And for the second time that day, his world went dark.

He didn't know it yet, but his life had just changed forever.

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This is my first story and I'm open for criticism to improve with you

If you find it the story entertaining and want to read more or if you just want to support me you can do this through Patreon and i will be greatly thankful to it

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