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Devil May Cry: Remnants	By : Radius Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 1604 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 6
- 7
- 8
AN: Whoo-hoo! I didn�t get
this far in the story at fanfiction.net, so for those who read it there, this
will be new stuff for you. This is Pandora�s side of the day. And if you�re a Vergil fan, you�ll want to read her entries. *hint hint* I hope you guys like this setup, btw. Like I mentioned
at another chapter, these journals can be read in any order. You can go Dante,
Pandora, and Roark, or any other way you want to go. Anyway, read on brave
readers. ^_~

***
Pandora's Journal Entry 1 ***
��
�� Today, the mansion seems lonely here in the island
of Punctum Saliens. My
master and cousin have gone overseas, attending an opening celebration for our
corporation. In addition, several of my brothers and sisters have gone to the
main lands, seeking out the required seven. So far, they've located three. I,
myself, have been assigned here to train the rest of my siblings as well as to
look after things.
It is a mediocre
chore, I must say. Totally rubbish and, yet, very necessary
for the tasks ahead. The fact that Faust is also here has created much
anxiety for me. The mansion is never at peace when he's around. A constant
distraction, he continues bringing many of his lovers here, having endless
parties and orgies in the ballroom. When that's not enough, he entertains
himself with obnoxious music that's so loud, it practically wakes the dead.
It's difficult to believe he ever was second-in-command of my master's army.
Yet, because I am faithful to my father, I refrain from speaking any ill words
towards this despicable man.
�� With the presence of Faust and the pressure of
training my kin, my mind's been at unease. Consumed with so many obligations
and concerns, I felt I needed to express my emotions into words. So here I am,
writing a journal to keep record of my state of being.
�� I am Pandora, daughter of Nostra; my master. Of the
ten siblings successfully created by my father, I am the eldest. I train
rigorously every day, along with my brothers and sisters. Neither of us has false
illusions as to why we are here. We may be the children of Nostra, but we are
mainly his tools of war. We are products of a massive scheme in fulfilling my
father's wish. By accomplishing that wish, we will ultimately defy his creator:
Lucifer.
�� Once, Nostra served her. He was the general in the
main army, with Faust serving as his second-in-command. The arrival of Sparda had sparked a strong reaction in the underworld,
causing plots and schemes to be made. Mundus, the
prince of the underworld, was the reason for Sparda's
betrayal. Hell's prince desired the world of light to be overcome by shadow.
Despite the majority of demons agreeing with this and desiring to assist him in
his cause, Lucifer rejected it. Thereby, she punished those who allied
themselves with Mundus. She felt the actions taken by
Sparda were necessary to uphold the balance and that
it was Mundus who was out of line. Many demons saw
this as a sign of weakness and betrayal from their new Lucifer, who was
appointed the title just a few hundred years ago. They plotted against her.
Faust and my father were among them.
�� While Mundus remained
imprisoned by Sparda's seal and the demons associated
with him were sent to the Netherworld, Nostra and Faust suffered a different
fate. Lucifer stripped them of their demon powers and sent them to Earth.
There, they would live as humans and as immortals. Never
aging. Never able to die. One would think this
was a blessing. But it wasn't. Lucifer forced them to see the universe from the
eyes of a human. They would love. Hate. Cry. Laugh. They would be enraptured by
the very things they wanted to destroy. They would suffer as humans did and
observe, in harsh bitterness, loved ones age and whither away. They would grow
tired of even the simple pleasures associated with the body and mind. And in
time, they would want Lady Death to open her cold arms to them.
�� Each time my father smiles, I see that sadness in his
eyes. His body may be immortal but his soul dies every day. Just recently he
lost his eleventh son. His son was ninety-nine-years-old.
Despite being able to
produce children, those of first generation offspring were incapable of creating
their own. Sons were born with no sperm. Daughters were born with no ovaries in
their wombs. Any potential legacies made by Nostra would immediately be cut
off. The sick, twisted cycle of death and misery would begin anew, thus escalating
my master�s pain; driving him to the point of insanity. Sometimes he'd go
outside to the garden area, howling like a wild animal and cursing Lucifer in
his native language.
�� Even if Faust may be unbearable, I sometimes wonder
if he encounters the same emotional turmoil my father suffers. Why else would
he go through such lengths to amuse himself with trivial things?
�� Having grown tired of living a life of this nature, it
is no wonder why my master divulged himself into the world of science. Biology. Chemistry. Genetics. He grew obsessed with it all and he had all
eternity to learn it. Somehow, he knew this knowledge held the key to unlocking
the invisible chains Lucifer had imprisoned him in. His understanding of the
peculiar language eventually restored some of his dormant demon skills.
However, he remained unsatisfied. Not only did he want the full restoration of
his powers, but he also wanted to create the perfect breed of soldiers to
assist him in his ultimate goal.
In time, he created
his own laboratory to begin various experiments. Because there were many of his
loyal subjects still waiting for him on the other side, he needn't worry about
volunteers. Using alchemy, he summoned his faithful demon brethren and began
his experimentations.
�� Among the devils summoned from the other side was Wazermick, a rather quirky demon who was considered a
genius in the underworld. He was among the few demons entrusted with Lucifer's
knowledge of the universe, of the living and dead and beyond. His curiosity
brought him to Earth, to assist my master in his scientific ventures. Together,
they combined the demons' DNA with humans and created the first hybrids: my
brothers and sisters.
�� Despite being successful in creating the first
hybrids, however, they emerged as monstrosities. Too powerful and emotionally
unstable to control, Nostra and Wazermick continued
their research in creating perfect soldiers. Even to this day, those brothers
and sisters of mines (which Wazermick affectionately calls
Neos) remain in the underground laboratories of the
mansion, caged behind electrically charged beams to prevent them from escaping.
I feel an utter sadness each time I go down there to feed them.
�� With time on their side, Wazermick
and my father finally solved the missing link and I was born. Nine other
hybrids followed after me. By then, the two knew how to put the components so
perfectly together that the nine that followed after me were given
extraordinary abilities, abilities only class-A demons could possess.
�� To be very honest, I am a bit envious of my younger
siblings for possessing such great power. Once they�ve honed their unique
talents I will be at a disadvantage. Worse, I may be considered obsolete.
However, my handicap hasn�t put me in deep despair just yet. If anything, it�s given
me the will to work harder. I have much to prove. Because of this, I am the
strongest and most skilled fighter of the lot. Even though my master prefers
not to choose favorites, he has the most respect for me, as does as my dear and
lovely cousin.
�� Regardless of the birth of all ten of us, my master
continued researching ways to overcome Lucifer's curse. He ventured into the
corporation business to help fund a cloning program Wazermick
wanted to start. There, he met a man named Arius who
was, then, a simple businessman in the occupation of selling weaponry to
countries worldwide.
A greedy and selfish
man, Arius was easily seduced by the powers of
darkness and was more than eager to assist my father in creating a successful
and legitimate business. They had become partners.
In Uroboros
Incorporation, my father initiated the cloning program. By sponsoring stem cell
research and other scandalous objectives, my father had the support of many
scientific communities. Meanwhile, Arius, in true
character, took credit for it. And fortunately for him, my father cared less
for the boons gained from Uroboros� success. My
father did not care for fame and riches and preferred to keep to the shadows
whenever possible.
The company specialized
in biological warfare products and was highly successful, gaining mass revenue
from all the countries desiring the strongest weapons a company could provide.
And, of course, super-genetically-engineered soldiers were always high in
demand.
�� The two men remained close partners for a long time.
My master even taught Arius the ways of the demons,
teaching him how to summon them. He also told him stories of the great ones,
like Argosax. Personally, though, I never trusted Arius. I could never understand why my father entrusted so
much valuable information and power to him. He was bound to use my father's
knowledge for his own gain. And he certainly did. Yet, whenever I speak ill of
this man my father regards him in high esteem.
I suppose there are
some mysteries that shall always remain a mystery.
�� I know I say there are ten of us here, all
successfully created by my master. Technically speaking that number is eleven.
However, we never considered the eleventh to be one of us. He is a different
case all together. My father may have created a vessel for his abandoned soul,
but my cousin had existed long before that. Even with the body my father
created for him, however, he remains incomplete. His soul, itself, is a puzzle
of a larger puzzle.
The
majority of Vergil�s soul and memories drift
somewhere in the Netherworld. Who
knows, it may have already reunited with his original body somewhere. Who's to
say? The fact is, the fragments of my cousin were
resurrected the same way my father was born. How extraordinary is that? Sparda's power must be tremendously great. Only time will
tell if Vergil will become whole again, if at all.
�� I grow tired. Perhaps I will continue this tomorrow
should time permit. Until then.

- Pandora
- 6
- 7
- 8
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