Avalon would likely be a boss that’d be fought multiple times throughout the game, like Griffon in 1, Vergil in 3, and Agnus in 4. Since I haven’t worked out how the story itself goes, this will be detailing what the first out of these boss fights would be.

Avalon would probably function similarly to Arius in 2, with both of them being humans who don’t have demonic powers but can use magic instead. Though unlike Arius, Avalon isn’t seeking demonic power in any regard. That doesn’t mean he’d be a pushover to his hybrid opponent though.

At close range, Avalon will primarily attack using Severance, his dagger. He’ll attack with a combo of slashes, attempting to lock the player in the combo to deal significant damage, at least one section of the health bar. Being hit by one of these attacks wouldn’t lock you into the combo if you manage to dodge out of it in time, but the longer you stay in the combo the harder it is to break free of it. He may also try to use punches and kicks as well, though they’d likely be less frequent.

At long range, he’ll use his pistol. Being hit with a shot will stun the player for a brief moment, which he’ll follow up with other attacks in order to keep you locked in a combo. These attacks would also be infrequent, serving only to keep you locked in a combo.

More frequent would be his magic attacks. He makes use of a variety of spells, using elemental abilities such as fire and lightning, along with shadow-like spikes that can pierce you from any distance. Along with his normal skills, he also has an invisible magic bar that functions like a Devil Trigger bar. If he hits the player enough times, and gets hit a decent amount, he can unleash a powerful attack that’ll deal massive damage and would be difficult to dodge if you don’t know what you’re doing. There is a cue to him using these attacks though, giving the player a few seconds to get out of the way.

He also uses magic defensively. After being hit by a full combo by the player, he may use his magic to teleport to another area of the arena. He may also use it to try stunning you in order to leave you open for an attack.

Footsteps crunched over shattered glass and crumbling wood. A cigarette was effortlessly flicked to the floor.

Pathetic. He thought. How some people are so effortlessly manipulated by demons.

He crouched on the floor and brushed aside some of the rubble, revealing a book. Scripture of some kind, he’d recognise that kind of aloof, high and mighty talk anywhere.

Avalon carefully examined his surroundings. A building, once high and mighty, crumbling and falling apart. A home at some point, given the half burnt pictures of smiling parents and children. Yet to be even touched by the repair efforts, one would only have to assume the previous occupants were still thought to be alive somewhere, perhaps it was their words volunteers were waiting on before properly burning this place to the ground. 

Claw marks scratched the ground warning of unwanted guests. Though, Avalon didn’t worry. The marks here were from years long past, just a message to the future now to never trust a scale hand, no matter how inviting it may be.

A tile fell from a hole in the roof through an open hole in both above floors. Avalon reflexively but calmly reached for the holstered pistol under his coat, but with a quick glance around the room, he recognised that he was indeed, still alone. He stood up, commanding the empty floor once again. It looked a lot more spacious with most of the furniture in pieces and all but the load bearing walls crumbling into dust.

He turned around to face his exit and collect himself.

How could this all have so easily happened? It truly goes to show what complete isolation will do to humanity. We cannot so easily lock ourselves away with our fantasies of something from the depths of hell coming to save us. Whoever this Sparda was, he was a trickster, a con artist, and a disgusting demon. Just another creature from the depths of that wicked place for me to crush underneath my boots when we rise up and claim this plane for ourselves once more.

It was then that the crack of wood broke him from his thoughts.

Avalon spun around to face whatever had interrupted him. A pair of marigold yellow eyes met him in the shadows. Though he wasn’t showing it, it was surprising to have to look up to meet the creature's gaze. His hands fell to the dagger and pistol at his side as he fully turned around.

The creature began to approach him. Metal high heels piercing through the shadow first, followed by an eerie smile. The thing must have been at least six feet tall. Navy blue, burgundy, and lavender armour of leather and metal covered the thing as it stood biped, a spade-tipped tail swinging behind it. Coffee hair topped its head and hung behind it as two latte-coloured bone horns curved around its skull. It stopped once it was fully out of the shadow.

Avalon snapped out of his analysing gaze and immediately drew his gun. He knew a resident of the infernal hells when he saw it.

“State thine name and business before you get blown back to where you belong!” He shouted with all the authority a lone warrior could muster.

“Worry not my brother,” the creature stopped, straightening its back and raising its hands playfully. “I mean thee no harm.”

“Don’t you dare mock my tone!” He stood strong, gun still trained on the thing’s head. “Do not attempt to test me, demon!”

“Please calm down,” the thing said, its tone still miles calmer than relaxed, “I promise I come here with only willingness to trade.”

He quickly fixed his aim and fired a warning shot into the thing’s shoulder, punching a clean hole straight through it. Too clean in fact. A perfect circular hole. Barely even the armour seemed to put up any resistance.

“State thine name and intentions quickly, fowl beast, or the next shot will be your head.”

“You have made your wishes loud and clear my guy, allow me to waste no further time in-”

“Now!”

Tell him what he wants to hear.

“Hybrids, my dude, stain on our legacy as much as it is on yours.”

Avalon paused, how honourable and revolting that a demon and him share a commonality. Such creatures only focused on pride would of course consider humanity beneath them, and mingling with said “cattle” a disgrace to their name.

“I’ve heard amongst the grape vines that you are a man known for… dealing… with such creations.” The thing finished.

“That project was a failure.” He spat his final word, it pained him to think of such dealings. It also concerned him that information had gotten out. What possible “grape vine” could this fowl finder of secrets have used? Who knew how many people it had to torture to gather its information.

“The failures of the past worry me not brother, I only wish to implore your incredible talents to find a select hybrid I require.”

“I am not for hire.”

“It would simply be a side quest for you my brother. Non-mandatory game play requiring you to visit locations already on your journey. Not too far out of the way I can assure you. It is, of course, completely unnecessary to complete this task for me, but any information that you gather about a specific looking hybrid may assist you in your end goal of wiping them all out, brother.”

“Quit referring to me as brother, we are not the same.” Avalon snarled, yet the thing hadn’t even faltered in its smile.

“Will compadre suffice instead?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Comrade it is then.”

Whatever mind games these are, they are not only ineffective, but pathetic.

The creature, still raising its hands, reached into its armour and flung a piece of paper across the room, getting caught in a blank of wood at Avalon’s feet like a thrown playing card. Keeping his gun trained on the thing, he reached down to pick it up. The image showed one individual clothed in a large red coat, orange shirt, black pants and boots, and stark white hair. The kid stood awkwardly, clearly this was a photo they weren’t thrilled to be caught in.

“Does it have a name?” He growled.

“Eques. If they hear that name, they’ll know. They’re…” the thing paused, “an old friend. They most likely think I a dead man.”

“And if I help you find this abomination?”

“Then you can check one more hybrid off of your termination list.” The creature dropped its stupid surfer tone. “I can promise that much.” It dropped its hands too.

Avalon slowly pointed his gun down, fixing his coat over his shoulders. “And how do you suppose I contact you with any information?”

The creature took a couple seconds to answer. “I assume you have a phone.”

Avalon scrunched his nose and pulled out his newest burner phone, an old brick nokia, and waited for the creature to tell him its apparent contact number. He hadn’t heard yet of demons using human technology, but it concerned him greatly.

“You can put it under Vigilex, if you were wondering.”

He wasn’t.

“And what name should I expect the information to be coming from?” It had pulled out its own phone, a sleeker modern model. 

“Avalon.”

It glanced up and down from the screen before finally putting the phone away.

“I do look forward to hearing from you, Avalon.”

Before leaving, Vigilex took one of its fingers and pressed it to its temple, just about its left eyebrow. Like a knife cutting through warm butter, it traced a cut down and across its eye, which itself was left unharmed. It lowered its hand tilted its head, before making its exit. Leaving Avalon alone with his thoughts once more.

How pathetic the demons have become, to have to ask for help to rid these stains from the world.

“Long ago, there was a knight, clad in soul-sealing black armour. He stalked the lands of Hell, hunting his long-lost brother for eternity, in the name of the King.”

Torch in hand, Vigilex lurked around the campfire and spun his tale.

“His blade, as sharp as his determination, as he cuts through the rank and rabble with ease. His quest may never end, for he is sealed away in a castle, awaiting the King’s arrival in the world of light.”

“Then one night, his own brother cuts him down, and he disappears into the night. Perhaps one day, he will return, to sate his bloodlust, and gobble you up!”

A scream of terror and delight erupted from the Hatchlings as Vigilex returned to his regular stance and concluded this impromptu campfire reading. The rest of the Guardians started taking their respective Hatchlings in for the evening as to avoid any fighting among them, eventually leaving Vigilex and a young Roman alone to do the same.

“Hey, Viggy?” Roman asked, not more than ten at the time.

“Yes Roman?” He replied, having put out the fire with a nearby bucket of water.

“What did Nelo Angelo do to end up at the castle?”

“Ah well,” Vigilex sighed, “He betrayed the King; committed the gravest crime of all. And for that, he was punished greatly.”

Roman looked back at the floor, coming with Vigilex quietly as he escorted them back to the manor.

“Will he actually be back?” They continued with their questions.

“Well that depends, if you’re bad enough he just might.” He ruffled their hair, “The Black Knight has an incredible sense of justice you see, and because you are not fully a demon, he may have mercy on you.”

He knew that Roman wanted to be strong, wanted to be a demon. He had hoped to steer them off a very sheer cliff of endless power chasing but Roman was one of the more stubborn hatchlings, and among young children with demon blood that was saying something.

“Did you ever meet him?”

“Oh yes, and he was scary. But no match for me, don’t worry.” He smiled. He was only half-lying.

“Will we become like him? Is that what all knights of Mundus are like?”

Vigilex could hear the worry growing in Roman’s voice; he knelt down to their level and placed his hands on their shoulders. “Nothing is going to happen to you Roman, I promise.”

“But you said I’m gonna be a knight when I’m older.” They argued.

“Well, yes, but it will not be forced upon you. Nelo Angelo is…” Vigilex hesitated. “A legend. It was years ago. So many years ago that he’s probably long gone. He’s a scary campfire story, nothing more.”

He smiled, as he always did, but this time it was genuine. “You will do everyone proud Roman. I know you will.” He leaned in closer and pulled Roman in for a hug.

The genuineness of his smile dropped while they were not looking.

He thought back to the hollow eyes of the Black Knight. How nothing sat behind them. How his mask hid his slumped gaze.

When they were still alive, Avalon had a good relationship with his parents. They both cared for him and did their best when it came to raising him. While he didn’t tell them everything, there was no denying that he loved them and they loved him back. While there were some things he never told them, it was mostly due to his introverted nature and teenage anxieties. His deaths hit him extremely hard, especially since he witnessed his mothers death with his own eyes, and the fact that the truth behind their deaths (along with the rest of the casualties of the Red Grave attack) were kept hidden didn’t help matters. He never truly got over their deaths, with them driving his actions even decades later.