A/n: Apologies for delay, I was cooking and planning the story. The future plot.
POV: Third person
In the dim glow of flickering candles, the war room felt like a sanctuary carved out of the chaos surrounding them. Thick stone walls encased the chamber, adorned with ancient runes that pulsed faintly with protective magic. At the center, a large wooden table bore a sprawling map of the Demon Realm, its intricate details capturing every mountain, river, and fortress.
Arata stood rigid, eyes fixed on the map as Bayonetta and Seiko prepared to lay out their plan. Beneath the weight of impending events lay a flicker of hope from his allies and his dormant power. Bayonetta's voice cut through the silence, steady and commanding.
"Arata, the moment to challenge the Demon Lord grows near. His dominion tightens like a noose, and his strength seems insurmountable. But no fortress is without cracks, no ruler invincible. We've spent hundreds of human years undercover inside his ranks, gathering critical intelligence." She traced her finger along the map, stopping at a jagged mountain range that concealed the Demon Lord's castle.
"The castle's defenses are formidable, but not flawless. Utilizing these hidden passageways, carved into the rock long ago but now forgotten, will allow a small group to bypass his outer defenses and infiltrate undetected, providing a strategic advantage." Seiko stepped forward, the steel in her eyes reflecting years of experience.
"I've been working within the Demon Lord's court, observing from the shadows. His magical wards are powerful but unevenly distributed. Some guardians are vigilant; others complacent. While there are patrols, they follow a predictable rhythm that we can exploit with precision." Arata absorbed the information, his mind racing.
"All of this… it's invaluable, but how do I become strong enough to face him? Every info so far you have speaks of his overwhelming power — his ability to crush entire armies with a thought." Bayonetta's gaze softened slightly, but her voice remained firm.
"Your strength comes from within. You possess the soul seed of Sparda, an ancient legacy of immense power dormant within you, awaiting awakening and nurturing from these lands. This gift will shape your destiny." Seiko added, "We will guide you through the process. It won't be easy. You'll need to train relentlessly, both body and spirit. There will be moments when your limits feel insurmountable, when doubt creeps in. But the soul seed responds to growth and challenge. The more you push, the stronger it becomes." Bayonetta nodded thoughtfully, folding her arms in contemplation.
"It's not solely about brute force. The Demon Lord's power extends beyond the physical; he wields dark magic and employs cunning strategies. To succeed, you must combine strength with agility, intuition, and precision. Your connection to Sparda will grant you abilities beyond a normal reach, but it's your skill in using them wisely that will tip the scales."
Arata clenched his fists, determination blooming in his chest. "I will not falter. I am committed to developing this power, training harder than ever, and when the time is right, I will strike where it will hurt the Demon Lord the most." Seiko smiled, a mixture of relief and confidence.
"Good. Timing will be everything. We move fast, we move quietly. The Demon Realm's forces rely on fear and control. A sudden, decisive blow will shatter their morale and bring chaos to their ranks." Bayonetta added, "We have one more advantage — the information we've gathered about his habits and weaknesses.
It's a fragile advantage, one that must be protected at all costs. If the Demon Lord suspects betrayal, he will tighten his grip and become even more dangerous." Arata nodded solemnly.
"I understand. The risks are high, but so is the reward. This fight isn't just for me or for you — it's for all who suffer under his rule." Bayonetta's eyes gleamed with fierce resolve.
"Precisely. The fate of both our worlds hangs in the balance. Together, we will reclaim what was lost. However, readiness is key. The path ahead will be challenging, but I have faith in you, Arata." With a gentle touch on his shoulder, Seiko reassured him, "We'll face this together. You're not alone." As the candlelight flickered and shadows danced on the walls, Arata took a deep breath.
He had not forgotten nor forgiven them, it's just his priorities are different. As for revenge he will have them cold but first he demon king needs to be stopped otherwise he will invade earth.
First person: Arata
The road ahead was daunting, filled with peril and uncertainty, yet with Bayonetta and Seiko by my side and the power of Sparda awakening within me, a spark of hope ignited. The war for the Demon Realm was about to begin—and I was ready to embrace my destiny.
But I hadn't forgiven them. Not Bayonetta, not Seiko. Their actions had cut deep into my trust, leaving scars that time alone couldn't heal.
I replayed their betrayals in my mind: the moments when I was left vulnerable, the choices they made on me. Every step we took together was shadowed by those memories, and though we fought side by side now, I knew the past was a weight that wouldn't be easily shed.
Still, the stakes were too high for grudges. Mundus and Argosax were not just threats—they were apocalyptic forces poised to enslave the human world. Their conquest would extinguish our reality, reducing everything I cared about to ash and chains. If I wanted to protect what remained of humanity, I had to set aside my pain, at least for now. My priority was clear: stop those monsters before their darkness could consume us all.
As we traveled deeper into the heart of the Demon Realm, the atmosphere shifted. The air grew thick with malevolent energy, shadows twisting unnaturally at the edges of vision. Demons prowled the land like predators, their eyes gleaming with hunger and malice. I could feel their presence pressing in on us, a constant reminder of the dangers ahead.
But something else was happening inside me—something I hadn't fully anticipated. My curse energy, once a bland, simmering force, began to flare with unpredictable intensity.
The ki I'd honed through years of training surged like a raging river, uncontainable and wild. And beneath it all, the Soul Seed of Sparda, the legendary power embedded in my very being, expanded at an alarming rate which once was nonexistent.
It was both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time.
The power coursing through me felt like a storm building beneath my skin, threatening to break free and consume me whole. At times, I struggled to control it; my limbs trembled, my vision blurred, and a restless fire ignited in my chest. Yet with every passing moment, I grew stronger, more attuned to the energy that was the effect of the realm.
Bayonetta and Seiko noticed too. Bayonetta's sharp eyes often flickered with a mix of curiosity and caution whenever I unleashed a burst of my power. Seiko, quieter but no less perceptive, offered subtle nods of approval when I pushed through the pain and emerged victorious from skirmishes with demon scouts.
Despite everything, their presence was a strange comfort. I couldn't deny that having allies in this hellish war made the burden lighter, even if the wounds between us remained raw.
With their knowledge and plan we started the long journey to face less enemies and important demons with power for my growth. No teleportation or any sort of shortcut as my growth or awakening the soul seed power in me was necessity as well.
Moreover, we needed stealth. Moving under the nose of the demon king.
Each battle hardened me further. However all of them I faced for a week were pathetic, not even worth mentioning. Titical canon fold.
Still every demon I defeated was a step closer to stopping Mundus and Argosax. Their forces were relentless, sending wave after wave of fiends to wear us down. Yet with each fight, I felt the Soul Seed's influence grow stronger, weaving itself deeper into my flesh and spirit. It was as if Sparda himself was awakening within me, preparing me for the ultimate confrontation that lay ahead.
But with power came a price. The soul seed that fueled me whispered dark temptations in my mind—promises of strength at the cost of my humanity. I struggled to keep those thoughts at bay, reminding myself why I fought: to save the world, not to become a monster myself.
I glanced at Bayonetta one evening as we rested beneath the twisted branches of a gnarled tree. Her expression was unreadable, but I caught a flicker of something—regret, perhaps? Or a silent acknowledgment of the path we were forced to walk together. Seiko sat nearby, sharpening her blunt tool with meticulous care, her eyes never leaving the shadows beyond our camp.
I knew the road ahead was filled with more than just demons.
The war for the Demon Realm was no longer just a distant threat; it was my reality. And as the power of Sparda blossomed inside me, I vowed to wield it with everything I had. I would fight through betrayal, pain, and the darkness within myself to face Mundus and Argosax. Because if I failed, there would be no world left to save.
The landscape shifted constantly, a twisted wasteland where demonic creatures lurked behind every jagged rock and shadowed crevice. There was no rest here—only the endless clash of steel and fury. I moved like a storm, my senses razor-sharp as my body adapted to the violent rhythm of battle.
After the third week each fight was a lesson, each enemy a teacher pushing me beyond my limits.
The first wave came without warning. A pack of snarling fiends surged from the darkness, claws raking the air. My curse energy flared instinctively, a dark aura crackling around me as I met them head-on. My fists blurred with ki-enhanced speed, striking with brutal precision. One demon's jaw shattered under a single punch, another was cleaved in two with a swift slash of my blade. But they kept coming, relentless and numerous.
I could feel the Soul Seed of Sparda pulsing beneath my skin, reacting to the chaos. It was raw, untamed power, and in the midst of combat, I forced it to bloom—spreading through my limbs like living fire. The energy enhanced my strength and reflexes beyond anything I'd known before. I moved faster, hit harder, dodged with impossible grace.
Yet the energy was wild. At one point, it surged uncontrollably, throwing me into a frenzy. I struck indiscriminately, risking harm to everything around me. It was a terrifying glimpse of what I could become if I lost control. Gritting my teeth, I focused, channeling the curse energy and ki into a steady beam of force that blasted the largest demon into a crater.