#and I don't even have anything else to say about Dante 'cause that man is amazing

[icycoldninja]

Hey it's me again, how are you?

So ....if you're free a request on how Dante/Vergil will react to their rather reserve and prude s/o saying that they meet a guy who she thinks is Dante/Vergil level attractive, as for s/o they were the epitome of handsomeness. And if even the guy tries to hit the reader under the guise of friendliness

I'm doing great, thanks, what about you? 😄 About your request, I chose to do a separate fic for each boy cause they deserve it. Vergil's will be out later--enjoy! 💜

Hot (Dante x Reader)

Warning: Light Yandere-ish behavior towards the end.

The one thing in the world that Dante aspired to obtain, more than anything else, was your admiration.

Getting it wasn't easy; you were very quiet and preferred not to make remarks on people's physical attributes. You liked to silently judge them from afar, noting everything about them and locking these observations away into the secure safebox that was your mind.

Only on incredibly rare occasions would you voice your opinions on someone's look aloud--and even then, you used your words sparingly.

So when you complimented Dante on his new haircut one day, he was absolutely flabbergasted. Finally, after all this time, he had earned your recognition.

From that point on, you were a little more open with him, and soon, chatting became more relaxed and natural. You began to disclose your true thoughts about him, which soon led to you admitting (though somewhat nervously) that you had a crush on him.

Dante was shocked, not expecting you of all people to be interested in him. He wasn't complaining though--this was great! He'd had hidden feelings for you as well; your reticent behavior was quite attractive to him, as he needed a stoic rock upon which he, the wild card goofball, could lean upon.

With confessions finally out of the way, you found it easier to inform Dante of just how highly you thought of him--something that sent his ego to the moon.

"You're hot, Dante."

"I'm hot?"

"Very hot."

"How hot?"

"The hottest."

"Well I'll be damned, you finally admitted it. I'm just kidding, thank you for your compliments. Love ya."

Though rare, compliments like that from you made Dante's day. There was nothing more meaningful to him than your praise and the knowledge that you considered him the greatest and most attractive person in the world.

Imagine the devil hunter's absolute astonishment when you came home one day and told him about this random guy you met who was supposedly as hot as him. He was unable to believe his ears--you, a normally quiet and reserved person, was now gushing about this man! Gushing! Praises were flowing from your mouth like water from the bathtub faucet, something that was not only rare, but unacceptable!

"He's really good looking," You continued, as you had been for the last hour or so, while toying with the hem of your top. Dante shifted boredom in his seat, resting his chin against his palm. It was obvious he didn't like this conversation, but you were too busy talking to notice. "I don't even have words to describe it...he's hot on your level. Yeah, that's it, he's Dante level hot."

At that moment, something within Dante snapped. It was like a light switch had been flipped on, except instead of turning on a light, it activated a quiet, hidden rage. Thankfully, you didn't notice; you were too busy rambling on about your newest obsession. "Say, babe, what's this dude's name?" Dante asked, careful to keep his tone casual. You replied without a second thought, not bothering to second guess Dante's reasons for wanting to know this.

Satisfied that he'd gotten the information he needed, Dante patiently endured the rest of your overly exuberant conversation, taking comfort in the fact that once you were tired of talking, he could go out, track this guy down, and make sure that he would never steal your attention ever again.

#Dmc #Dmc5 #Dmc dante #Dante #dante sparda #Dante x reader #dante devil may cry #devil may cry 5 #devil may cry #Devil may cry fanfic #Fanfic #Warning: yandere #tw yandere behavior #Light yandere #Dante x reader yandere #requested #thanks for requesting #icycoldninja writes

[aldryrththerainbowheart]

For the spardatober post!

What do you mean you’ve been trick or treating + halloween party + thunderstorm

For dante please 💖

Ooooh, this is cute 🥰

"What do you mean you've never been trick-or-treating??"

At Dante's perplexed question, you only gave a shrug.

"I'm from Europe, remember? We don't celebrate Halloween."

He put a hand over his hard in a melodramatic fashion and gasped, "Blasphemy!"

You laughed, truly amused by this man's antics.

"What can I say? I'm just an average man, with an average life, I work from 9 to 5, hell yeah I pay the price..." You raised your hands in defeat.

It was Dante's turn to laugh. He'll always thanks his lucky starts that he found someone with your sense of humor.

"Well, you won't have to distress for long, 'cause we're going out!"

"When?"

"Now!"

"Now? But..." You looked up at him from your spot on the couch, wrapped in a blanket, snacks on the table, and movie prepared. "What about..." you gestured towards the TV.

"We can make out on the couch with a random movie in the background every other day of the year. You can only get spooky two days in a year, three if you party extra hard." The red devil winked at you cheekily.

You let yourself be dragged out of the blankets, your jacket being sloppily thrown on your person, and your scarf being wrapped around you very creatively - with Dante putting one end on your shoulder and then spinning you around. You don't even know how you got into the car, but there was Dante already rowing the engine, with a fistful of candy he grabbed from the coffee table. He put the sweets on your lap and instantly grabbed one as he drove out into the city with wild steering.

Instead of raising any protests, you put a chocolate lolly in your mouth and looked out of the window at the city that started to wake like a creature of the night. Billboards and neon lights glowed at you, and there was a pumpkin on every corner, and streets were filled with crowds dressed in costumes.

"Where are we going?" You turned to Dante who turned stopped at the traffic and used that opportunity to turn on the radio.

"First, we'll get you a costume. I know a perfect place," he finally settled on the station where one song just ended and This is Halloween started playing. "Then, we'll trick-or-treat of course!"

In this town, we call home, everybody hails to the pumpkin song.

"We'll really have to step up our game if we want decent candy. I always put effort into my costume even when I was dirt poor. Can't stand all these brats in half-assed costumes thinking they deserve Snickers. Pickachu hoodie is NOT a costume." Dante gestured with his hands, letting the steering wheel live its own life.

"Hold the wheel, sweets." You pleaded with him. "anything else I should know about the secret art of asking for candy?"

"Nah, you'll be fine. I'm sure they'll eat out of your hands." The man gave you a besotted look. You felt your heart keen a little at that.

You arrived at a row of terraced houses with all of them having display windows with some business going on in them. Despite all of them having some sort of Halloween decor, you've guessed the shop you're heading to immediately.

Red-bricked, slim building with wooden doors and display windows pressed right against them. The display window was stuffed with autumn-themed and Halloween-themed decorations of all kinds and even had a fierce witch costume display on a mannequin. There were three small steps leading towards the door with a pair of curling iron railings. There were two massive grinning pumpkins on each side at the bottom of the steps, the railing was decorated with autumn leaf garlands with fairy lights, and the door itself was a picturesque vision of a small canopy and ornate lamp hanging right above them, with another row of the garland curling all around them.

You were too busy taking in all of it, you didn't notice Dante pressing the doorbell. A young, petite girl with striking ginger hair and a gentle smile opened the door.

"Oh, hi Dante."

"Hi Erin I need your help. This person right there," he said with a serious tone as he put his hands on your shoulders, "never been trick-or-treating."

The girl's eyes widened. "Heavens..."

"So," Dante continued, both thoroughly enjoying your embarrassment, "I made it my duty to introduce her to the Halloween spirit - you." He gestured towards Erin.

Erin nodded, "This is serious matter now. I have to find a perfect match for you."

You bury your face in your hands, "I feel like a virgin all over again."

Erin led you to the back of the shop - which was surprisingly spacious and dripping with Halloween and autumn finery of all kinds - and sat you on a cushioned chair.

Then, she pulled out a catalog and proceeded to take you through pages worth of costumes, complete with accessories and makeup. Meanwhile, Dante busied himself with a bowl of candy on the counter, leaving the choice on you."

"And he'll get costume too?" you jerked a thumb at him.

"Of course! What about couples costume?" Erin scrolled through her catalog and showed you a page with a pirate and mermaid duo. You took the booklet from her, searching through the pages. There was a loud crash coming somewhere from the shop. You looked from the direction of the sound to Erin with concern.

She gave you a reassuring smile in return, "I'll go check on him."

When Erin came back with sheepish-looking Dante, holding now empty bowl of candy, you had your choice.

"So, have you made your choice?"

You nodded excitedly and tapped on the page in the book.

After several minutes of undressing, dressing, buttoning up, fixing hair, and adjusting later, you and Dante were prepared for the Halloween night.

Erin clapped her hands excitedly.

"You look fantastic! Though...I honestly didn't think you'd make this choice." Erin put a finger on her lip and looked you up and down.

You, for once thought Dante looked rather charming in his little red hood. Erin couldn't find pants or a top to contain Dante's...assets, she did however find a pair of leather red boots and a small wicker basket. Dante was thrilled. He kept turning in front of the three-part floor-length mirror and Even asked if he could keep the boots when the night was over. With you, Erin went all off. Furry gloves, a furry dress, and a pair of wolfish ears, combined with the killer makeup. She even gave you little press-on claws and fangs.

"Be safe! And happy, happy Halloween!" Erin sing-song after you as you waved her goodbye.

With one hand holding the basket and the other holding yours, Dante led you through his favorite spots and blocks. You had to admit that trick-or-treating is a lot of fun, but if you were to do this as a kid, you'd be probably too shy to knock on random people's doors. This time, you dived fully into your big bad wolf persona and put on a show with Dante. Some people, mostly adults, gave you strange looks but gave you candy anyway.

By the time you visited the door in the area, you were so overdosed with sugar you thought you might collapse. Dante parked you on a park bench and ran off to the nearest store to buy something to drink.

Meanwhile, you watched as children in costumes slowly dissipated and slightly intoxicated in costumes grown-ups replaced them. You checked your phone. It was getting close to ten. What's taking Dante so long?

You felt a raindrop fall on your forehead, and when you looked up, you noted several raindrops to follow. You heard Dante call your name, finally getting from the store. When the few drops turned into pour, he wrapped his arm around you and led you somewhere to hide from the rain.

You both watched the increasing turrents of water from your safe spot in doorway of some building. You turned to Dante, his shaggy mane was plastered to his face, making him look like a wet dog. You outstretched your hand and brushed the hair out of his face,

"Well, what now?" You haven't aimed the question at no one in particular. Just to break the silence and spur the next course of action. But it seemed the spirit of halloween had answered your call, because somebody walked out of the door you stood next to.

A mummy, a vampire and jack skellington drunkenly sang while stumbling in the rain. Through the opened door, you faintly heard the ghostbusters theme playing. Before the door would close, Dante grabbed the handle and looked inside. You peeked down the dimly lit corridor from behind him. Lanterns and pumpkins littered the floor and walls were covered in cobwebs.

Dante turned to your with a wicked grin and you smiled back because you knew what was on his mind.

Overall, you were truly happy that Dante managed to drag you away from the coutch that night. As you swirled a glass of green cocktail with an eyeball floating in it and chatted with a girl wearing a sick demoness costume, while you watched Dante busting it out on the dancefloor to Bloody Mary you knew this'll be the night you'll remember forever.

#devil may cry #devil may cry dante #dante sparda #dante devil may cry #dante x reader #dmc dante #dante x you #spardatober #rainbow dragon writes #halloween #october writing challenge #halloween writing prompts

[omorinintendoswitchedition]

2, 3, 7, 8, 9, 10, 12, 14, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, and 26 (My question is just say something about them you want to say)

For whichever character/characters your want

woweee this is gonna be a looooong post

2-Favourite thing about this character

Doing this for Dante. The Dr Faust cutscene, or to be more broad I love his silly attitude and his stupid jokes. Made this series iconic and funny and gives him a personality.

3-Least favourite thing about this character

For Dante this would probably be the ‘if you were 18 i would date you’ joke from the first episode of the anime. This really rubbed me the wrong way and its kinda weird to say that to a kid you just met???and ooc for him???

7-Whats something the fandom does when it comes to this character you like?

Actually give the girl characters time to shine instead of just making them sexy eye candy. And the silly family dynamics between the Sparda boys.

8-Whats something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

the fucking Vergil dodges child support and is a ‘sigma based alpha male’ homophobe. i hate it so muchhh even though the meme is dead it still annoys me so much when i see people still think its funny.

9-Could you be roommates with this character?

I probably could be roomies with people like Dante and Nero and Kyrie. Id probably get a little annoyed at Dante for constantly being in debt and gambling but we could survive. Do not think I could be roommates with Vergil. that man does not know how the oven works.

10-Would you date this character?

fuck yeah I would date Dante.

12-What's a headcanon you have for this character?

Nico is the kind of person who drenches everything in ranch. She buys the ranch ice cream a lot and it makes Nero loose his shit every single time. She drowns her chips in ranch and Nero looks at her from across the table like shes murdered someone

14-Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

Hrngh fuck im not a fashion person. Do kinda see Trish getting into gothic fashion tho.

20-Which other character is the ideal best friend for this character, the amount of screentime they share doesn't matter?

Nero and Nico are the perfect best friends duo. Always got each others backs, always making fun of each other lightheartedly. I want more of them sooo badly you have no idea.

21-If you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? What's something you don't like?

its been decades since I have last written anything in general. But I do remember Dante’s dialogue being fun to write for me and I dont like everything else because im constantly worrying if something is ooc

22-If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to this character? Something you don't like?

Its been decades since ive read any dmc fic either (get caught up in other things) but as mentioned earlier do love those family dynamics and the attempts to fix everything. Dont like when Vergil os portrayed as ice cold after dmc5.

23-Favorite picture of this character?

FUCK THIS IS SO HARD. I do love the capcom cafe art with dante and his tits out. the teppen card art is also pretty cool.

24- What other character from another fandom of yours that reminds you of them?

So considering the only other fandom I am in is about depressed teenagers trying to overcome their trauma its safe to say none. I guess Kel somewhat for Dante? Only cause theyre silly and have older brothers who like blue.

25-What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

When I first saw V back when I knew absolutely nothing about dmc, I thought he was edgy and didnt really like him (the video used the ‘what evil lurks I must destroy’ clip out of context). But now that I have played and beaten the series I must say V my poor guy hes an absolute menace.

26-FREEBIE QUESTION!!

no idea what this means!!!!!so im just gonna make up a question!!!!

26-Would you work for this character?

ABSOLUTELY NOT DANTE HAS NO BREAD!!!! and the job is like. insanely dangerous and im just an internet guy.

#sunny answers #dmc #devil may cry #dante dmc #nero dmc #nico dmc #v dmc #vergil dmc #kyrie dmc #trish dmc

[hellcatinnc]

Collar x Malice (Kei & Mineo) Review

Will Include Spoilers

So I decided to go ahead and post my review of Kei & Mineo since the game is about alot of death I'm taking a break and will come back soon and play the other 3 routes for now though Kei is still my favorite even in Mineo's story Kei is still great.

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Kei Okazaki

The moment I first saw him climb through the window I thought he was cute. He originally was my second choice of guys then he started talking and seemed like a pure idiot I questioned if he would be so good after all. I am glad however I went with him because he grew on me fast. The longer I looked at him the more I could say he was drawn so damn pretty, I could look at him all day. He liked to show pda holding hands and that was so damn sweet. Then to find out he is against women being hurt and his loyalty to take care of a special person in his life that he would die for them this really caught my attention about him. His possessive streak was adorable and I loved every time he made comments like only let me in your house, or let me only walk you home, or don't make things for the other guys or when he snapped at Shiraishi told him not to pick on you as well as said he will never give permission to allow it.

He isn't the best with stuff like house work, cooking and such but he will bring flowers, hold hands, snuggle up and watch movies well horror movies with you. He is so sweet that even when you like him he is flirty a bit but the moment you tell him you want him to keep doing it dominant mode kicks in. This I wasn't expecting in him pinning you to the floor or when he makes it clear he wants to be super close to you he is definitely a naughty boy with his partner. He will always jump in front to protect you when anyone tries to harm you, he likes to send cute texts with emojis and call you cause he misses your voice. Honestly these are all the little things that made him such a great guy and my favorite so far.

Only downfall and I know people are wishy washy on is the fact as the mc you also find out he wanted to die all along but for a special person so it was a death worth dying for. I know people question if he ever really loved her until the very end because he was using her. I feel like Kei is naïve, and not the best with common sense at time however a great at his job anything else outside that he lacks. However that being said I think he was in love alot longer than the end he just didn't know what to call it. I mean come on you can't tell me all the times he got jealous as time went on where he didn't want to share his time or even little things like being the only guy in her apartment or snuggles with the movies. I mean even when he was very clear to Shiraishi when he told him to knock off picking at you unless he says its ok then he makes it clear he will never give his say so.

The pinky finger thing and the fact when it comes to crying when he hurts he shows his pain loud and clear. Yes he was just a hurting soul that needed someone to show he was valued and loved also that he deserved to live. He held a grudge in himself cause his partner died protecting him this made him a sad boy. I mean he didn't even understand why your mad at him until you truly have to show him what he is missing. Then the fact your willing to die for him and he almost loses you it bout kills him as he thought your last words was going to be I love you, it about breaks him. Sadly in the bad end it does break him and he wants to die but promised you he would live so he tried even though the bad guy kills you anyways. Honestly its not hard to love him if you love sad boys like me. If I had to compare him to someone I put compare him to piofiore a cross between Dante, Nicola and Leo together. This mans pain brought me to tears in the good and the bad ending his pain is deep and its hard not be suffering with him.

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Mineo Enomoto

At first I thought he would be cool but he was annoying pretty fast and even after about a chapter in his very presence annoyed me. However after I got to his route I really thought he ended up quiet sweet. The blushing idiot type haha but no seriously he is younger than Kei and you can tell it for sure. Like I love how he blushes and gets shy I'm a sucker for these men however Mineo blows it out of proportion at times its not the shy guy part its the annoying practically screaming at you if you call him out on it. Like most shy guys you tell them you know they are into you and they blush harder and get more quiet he is the opposite so after some time it does get to you. He is cute his mumbles as he goes along like when he was drunk and he practically proposes to you the next day, or tells you as you take rice off his face that its what he always wanted a lover to do. These things and the fact he will beat the shit out of someone who tries to hurt you. He shows that when he comes across the guys in the alleyway that are trying to make you strip.

He is a big brother type to his little sister and is absolutely adorable about how he dotes so much about her. Then he has that protective daddy feel to him when he talks about her making me think he would make a good daddy if you could even get this boys virginity in the first place. Its nice he works at trying to get your brother to stop being dick to you, which is so needed. I do like the outcome of your brother and you by the end of this route. I love Kei is still a sweetie even in this route and loves to bust Mineo's balls. He tells Aiji what he sees when Mineo's drunk and yet the way he says it makes it sound like more than what it is. Even to the point later in the game he asks if he was announcing marriage after that. When Mineo practically screams and denies everything, Kei's charm kicks in and tells you to call him Kei as he calls you by your name, this makes Mineo jealous and starts asking you to call him Mineo. Then this dynamic gets weird cause he tells you to call his name again and when you do he wants more I swear dude was getting off on this or at least excited lol.

I really would say he is a bean in the end just has alot of growing up to do. His story with his old mentor getting killed was sad but I'm glad as time went on he was able to heal from that. Also unlike Kei Mineo was not all nice in the beginning he was kind of a ass and when your walking home alone he tells you he won't walk you. That being said when he does care for you he will come back and get you and make sure your ok. He is like a walking contradiction I'm learning that if he loves you or is interested then you have his interest to care if not he doesn't give a rats ass about you. He is a romantic and will take a girl on a date and doesn't mind paying if she wants a nice place to go. I tried to play his route late at night in my house and I either had to wear a headset or mute it cause he was so loud in his route with his screams and freak outs. I would suggest you not play his route anywhere you need to be quiet.

There were moments he was serious like when he confesses his love to you there is no blushing guy no overly loud bullshit just sensitive sweet Mineo that you know is underneath. I do like him but I just can't deal with the constant screaming even when you tell him you love him he seems to think your lying or he is dreaming. I feel like the MC really could see herself falling for Kei I don't think she could see herself falling for Mineo I think she even second guessed herself alot. Even his bad endings weren't really sad per say like I cried nothing and really didn't even feel much the endings. They seemed to be worse endings for the MC not as much Mineo. I hate at one bad ending she loses her brother and goes on a killing the killer. Then the one that was the saddest was when she killed the bad guy but yet fled the town to leave Mineo yet he understood he did it to protect him and he forgave her yet she couldn't forgive herself I felt bad for him only then still no tears though.

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#collar x malice #mineo enomoto #yuzuru saeki #kei okazaki #reviews #review #otome #gaming

[silverstream2]

Related to the fragment below, but I feel like the most hurtful thing Dante could say to Modeus about the whole Urizen situation in 5 (this'd be after Dante woke up from his super long nap) would be to stay out of it (in the case below, in Nero making a decision on how to handle Vergil), "Because you're not family".

Because Modeus has all this past history with Sparda, and that effects how he sees Vergil/Urizen, and what he thinks Nero and Dante should do about it. And Dante doesn't want to hear/deal with any of it (Dante, putting a hand over Modeus' mouth and growling at him with glowing red, demonic eyes: "Keep your mouth shut. Not another goddamn word, do you hear me? Keep your bullshit to yourself."), because he spent his whole life cleaning up after his father's messes and being punished for shit his father did, he doesn't want the same for his son/Nero.

The way Modeus reacts to it, Dante could've stabbed him and caused him less pain. Modeus doesn't flinch, tho- you don't, with fellow demons. Flinching shows weakness; it just makes the pain worse. So does begging, or crying. (Sparda: "If you're going to die, face it with some fucking dignity!") That and crying draws attention- a predator could hear it and show up to wonder what the noise was. Show up to investigate and eat any injured prey.

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WIP from Modeus' past with Sparda. Put stuff I might wanna add or that adds context in brackets:

"... and we were both so close to calling him, 'Father'. [And I wonder, sometimes, if he was ever... If he ever would've- if he had ever been close to thinking of us as-] So close to maybe [being a family]..."

But none of us said anything."

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"Yours?" Gwen asked [Sparda], pointing back to us [Modeus and Baul]. She had been talking about her own children. Sparda paused for a beat, giving one of those slow blinks that was just a bit too off to be entirely human, like he wasn't used to only having one eyelid per eye.

"No," he said. "They're my apprentices."

And Modeus had hugged his book to his chest, and noted the weight of the sword at his hip as he shifted his weight in what wasn't quite- but that he wished could be- a flinch, and tried to pretend like that didn't sting.

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Also just. The general concept of Sparda being the first demon outside of Baul that knew about Modeus love for the Human Realm and the humans' creations, like their books, and being supportive of it. As something more than a tool of Mundus' war, too, eventually. Someone that shared Modeus' fascination and respect for the humans, and even nurtured and encouraged it. Which is a big thing, given how much power and influence Sparda had back when he was still Mundus' right hand man.

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Set back when Sparda was still working with Mundus, and Modeus and Baul were still working under "Lord Sparda" as his soldiers, back when Baul and Modeus were both younger (maybe older teenagers? Or the demonic equivalent of):

Sparda catching Modeus reading a human book or studying human architecture or something else the humans made, and Modeus expecting to get yelled at and punished for it, maybe even killed and eaten. But instead Sparda just smiles in a way that manages to be gentle despite the other demon's sharp teeth, and reaches out one gauntleted hand (Don't flinch. Don't beg, or cry out. All those things just make the pain worse. Go still, go quiet, those things are safe. Like a stone, something that doesn't feel anything.) to, surprisingly gently, ruffle Modeus' hair. And maybe it's just Sparda's power, but his hand feels warm. And his tone is chiding, but surprisingly warm, and kind.

"Put the book down, Modeus. You can read it more later when we get back. I'll even show you how to store it in an archive crystal, if you want. Human books tend to wear out over time, especially in the Underworld- they last so much longer if you put them in a crystal. You can start your own collection."

#fic stuff

[bloodykora]

POV: I Already Know Part 3

Happy Birthday V! I finally decided to post this and I am so sorry, I might be able to squeeze in a poem about V before I go to bed. Part 2 Umm angst but not heart breaking just sad. :) I'm sorry. Summary: You finally break the news to V that you know

He started cracking, becoming more and more physically weak yet his determination stayed strong. He noticed how Griffon treated you since he got hurt, the glances when a decision was to be made. There was even more attention to how you started acting around V, the team even picked up on it. Although they had no clue whether you wanted to kill or fuck him and they wanted to find out, so that's why you're here. Now locked in the van with V, Griffon out to make sure the area stays clear of demons. We love bonding time. 

"Maybe we could climb through a window?" You say peering around the parked vehicle for some way of escaping. "I doubt there is one and even if we made it out, who says they won't put us back in?" The gorgeously tattooed man states taking a seat on the couch. You let out a sigh and sit down in the passenger seat of the car. The atmosphere settled to an awkward and quiet tone. "Did I do something to perhaps upset or disturb you?" Your head raises and you lean to the side glancing back into the van. "No, why?" You say as you turn back to look out the front window. "It seems like you have been distant and uncomfortable in my presence. I was just wondering if I did anything to cause it." He says softly, the essence of sadness in his words. "What no, you didn't-" You start to say while getting up before freezing. 'That's a lie, he is the problem but not in that way.' You sigh before your shoulders slump down, you turn around and make your way to him. 

"V, it's a lot more complicated than you think." You simply state. "Yet, you tell Griffon of your concerns and worries." V says, clearly disappointed that you told the bird a secret of yours and not him. "It's not some cute little secret, it's not a love confession or that I plan on moving somewhere. I have to live and deal with it, not you or Griffon. The only reason I told him was because he wouldn't shut up." You reply back. "Does anyone else know? Nico or Nero? Maybe even Dante?" He snarls, jealousy coursing through his veins. "No, V!" "Then what is it!" 

"I know you're dying!" You scream out, anger and frustration blossoming in your chest. V's face drops into astonishment. "Happy? I know you're dying and I know the only way to help you is bring you to Urizen where you can reunite with him." You say, eyes filled with a deep pain. V's astonishment is now replaced with fear. "How the hell do you know that?" "I know everything V, and not cause Griffon told me. You wanna know why I'm so distant? It's the 7th, that means I have 8ish days left to figure out if I either want to kill you or help you. I still have no clue what to do, I thought maybe this time I wouldn't fall for you the way I did. Surprise, I ended up falling even harder because of what I know. I feel no hate or malice coming from you, just a soul who needs to be brought back to his other part. I want to just scoop you up right now and tell you everything will be okay but I know that's not gonna help either one of us." V sat there in silence listening to you, anxiety filling his mind. 

"I want to save you so bad, I hate how Vergil looks at me. Like I'm a puppy he accidentally stepped on, his eyes are so cold yet that lingering pity. I want you to stay so bad but I don't know what would happen if I did. Would you keep slowly dying? What would happen to Dante and Nero? Everything hurts V, and I don't know how to fix it." "You know everything?" He asks softly, sympathy filling his voice.  "Yes, I know who you are and I know that Nightmare, Shadow and Griffon are all manifestations of Vergil's old nightmares. I don't just know that though. I know you prefer vanilla over chocolate, I know that you have a mole under your left shoulder blade, that your tattoos trickle a bit down your hips. William Blake is your favourite because of the older gentleman that gave Vergil that book, I am very fully aware that you have all his trauma and have nightmares about it." His eyes widen at your words, not fully expecting the weight of what you knew. "You knew this yet never told anyone?" "No, it's not mine to tell. I wanted to, I wanted to talk to you about how I could help or ask Nero if he had advice. I knew though that I couldn't and shouldn't." V sat there, not knowing what to say. You slump in your seat, bringing your knees to your chest. Mumbling to yourself about how you had just screwed up.

#v dmc 5 #v x reader #dmc v x reader #v vitale #v vitale x reader #devil may cry 5 #bb im so sorry

[romansrgn]

ch. 8

"I can't believe we just did that." Braelin shook her head in disbelief.

Dante looked down at his naked girlfriend."You regret what happened?"

"No, of course not. I'm just surprised that this was the place we decided to, you know—"

"Make love?"

Braelin raised a brow, surprised at how intimate it sounded. "Is that what we did?"

Dante thought for a moment, and honestly, he wasn't sure. Don't get him wrong, he slept with his fair share of women and could honestly say what he and Braelin just did felt different than the night of fucking he's grown accustomed to with the previous women he had been with, But at the same time, it felt that it was too soon to call what he and Braelin did "making love." Especially since he knew she had some unresolved feeling for her ex despite the constant declarations to him about wanting to see where they could go.

"I think you and I need to put some clothes on before someone walks in and sees you naked, and I'll have to kill them." he kissed the tip of her nose.

Braelin rolled her eyes and stood up."Right because seeing me naked with a swollen belly is every man's fantasy."

Dante gave her a look, "You're only saying that because you don't see yourself the way I do. I just had you and already want seconds."

Braelin popped her hand on her hip. "Seconds?"

"You're right; Sixths is more like it." He smirked, burying his head in her neck. He loved that she smelled like him.

Braelin kissed him lightly on the lips. "You didn't even take any pictures."

"You underestimate me, baby. I managed to get twenty shots before getting in between those sweet thighs of yours."

Braelin laughed. "Ok, this is not a story I'm going to tell the kids once they're old enough to see the pictures themselves."

Dante snorted, shaking his head. "Sex? Check. Photoshoot? Check. How about dinner at any restaurant of your choosing?"

"Didn't we do this backward?"

Dante shrugged. "We can still have sex afterward."

Braelin lightly shoved him. "Ass."

Roman looked over his shoulder at the hand that was placed there.

"Don't be too disappointed. It's only your wife."

Roman sighed, "Do you want to keep doing this? I asked you to meet me here so we could talk, not argue."

Janelle nodded, "I'm here, and like I said, despite your infidelity twice. I'm still willing to work out our marriage."

Roman remained quiet after hearing that.

Janelle wasn't sure what she was doing. She's never been the type of woman to be ok with her man fucking around on her, and she still wasn't. But like she said before. She and Roman had too much history, and they've been through way too much to throw it all away. "I'm not trying to make this difficult. I want everything to go back to the way things used to be."

"I need to do something I should've done a long time ago and be honest with you. Do I still love you? Yes. Do I love still love, Braelin? Yes, and honestly, even after all these years, I still haven't stopped. What happened between Braelin and I shouldn't have happened, but I don't regret it. But what I do regret is how this is all affecting you, and that's why I think we should get a divorce."

Janelle smiled sadly. "I keep telling myself I owe myself more than what I'm giving right now. I'm trying to hold onto something so good and beautiful at one point because despite where we are now, our love was something to fight for, and I thought you felt the same."

Roman nodded, "I do. I did, and that's my point. I need to figure things out, and it's not fair to you or anyone else if I stay in a marriage that I swore before God that I would be in forever. When in reality, I have never done right by you."

"But You think you're doing right by Braelin? You're not. The three of us have been in this entanglement since college. But like fools, we all participate in it because, for whatever reason, we convinced ourselves that you were the right man for us."

Roman snorted, "You never wanted to work on our marriage. You didn't want me to go back to Braelin."

Janelle shrugged. "Despite what I feel about her and the situation. Neither one of us deserves to be led on by you."

"That's not what I'm doing."

"No, you're playing the field. Rounding the bases to see which girl you want to play with for a little while, but then you'll get bored, and then, of course, history will repeat itself."

Roman chuckled darkly. "Yea, and that never stopped you from spreading your legs for me every chance you got either."

Janelle slapped Roman hard across the face. "I was stupid to think you were worth my effort, let alone the time I've wasted on making this work. I wanted to keep you because I love you, but despite that, I realize I'm not in love with you. I know that now because no woman who could truly love themselves would be willing to be a second choice for a son of a bitch like you."

Roman pointed at his wife. "That's what I always liked about you, Janelle. You never hold back, and I appreciate that, so let me return the favor." He stood up, towering over her wrapping a strand of hair around his finger. "Even though we had our good times. You were never her. You will never be her."

Janelle snorted, removing his hand from her hair. "Right now, you'll never be Dante. You remember him. Braelin's boyfriend. You know the same boyfriend she fucked in the middle of her maternity shoot."

Roman's large hands flexed, and his eye twitched.

"Of course, you didn't know that, so let me shed a little light on the subject. According to my good friend, who happens to be the assistant to the makeup artists who did Braelins makeup. Those two were too busy fucking each other's brains out to notice that the building wasn't empty. But I can't blame her. Dante is fine as—"

Hearing enough, Roman walked off, leaving Janelle alone.

Janelle smiled. She would gladly give Roman his divorce; although she did love him, she no longer wanted his cheating ass. She can admit that to herself, but she will be damn if she allowed Roman to get his happy ending after all the pain he caused her. It was one thing to cheat once but twice and then got the woman he cheated with pregnant. He can get the fuck out of here with that.

But was Roman alone in this? No, of course not. It takes two to create a child, and in Janelle's mind, Braelin was guilty as sin and should also pay for her part in this betrayal. But she wasn't going to play the role of the wicked ex-wife. She was going to show Roman that he can't snap his fingers and get everything he wants. So her plan was simple. Give Braelin the happy ending she always wanted, and naturally, it wasn't going to be with Roman.

Roman ignored questioning stares as he walked past them. He immediately dialed Braelin, "Answer the phone, damn it."

"Hey, Rome, you ok?" Naomi asked, immediately noticing the tension in his frame. "Is Braelin ok?"

Roman glared at her while hanging up the phone. "Where's your cousin?"

Naomi raised a brow at his tone, "Probably busy since she didn't answer your call, and with the way your attitude is right now, I'm glad she didn't."

Roman snorted, "Right, because I'm the big bad wolf."

"More like an indecisive fuck boy with good intentions. You don't want to hurt Brae, but somehow you always do. You two are friends who settled on co-parenting, but somehow that's not enough for you. You need to control every aspect of her life because you want to be her life."

"That's unfair and not true. I want what's best for her, even if it's not me. You know that."

"I know that you want to believe that, but your actions speak louder than those pretty little words. You have gone above and beyond to insert yourself into things that don't concern you. You two are not together anymore. Move on."

Roman knew Naomi was right, and despite his actions, he wanted Braelin to be happy, and with Dante, she was delighted. But he couldn't help but covet what he knew was his "Let me ask you something. If you and Jimmy broke up and after everything you two have been through together, would you accept him being happy with someone else? You would find it easy to sit back and watch someone else take your spot. Just like that."

Naomi shook her head. "You know Janelle is actually in this predicament, and I bet to you she seems like a real bitch for being hurt that you want to start over with the mother of your children. But the truth of the matter is you two are the real villains of the story, not her."

"At Least you're honest."

Naomi closed her eyes before turning around to see her cousin standing there. "I didn't mean to--"

"Yes, you did, and you're right. I know I can't take back what I did, and for that, I'm sorry because our actions caused someone else to get hurt in the process, not once but twice. I fucked a married man and got pregnant with his children. It was low down, and as a woman, it was disrespectful as hell. I'm the bad guy, not her."

Janelle clapped her hands, seemingly having heard the entire exchange. "That's the first step to redemption. Accountability, but it doesn't absolve you for what you did."

"It doesn't, and I can't say sorry enough to you, and I know that you can't forgive me--"

"It's not that I can't. I won't forgive you, Braelin. That's the difference. You willingly opened your legs for a married man not once but twice, and because of this affair, you got pregnant knowing I was having issues."

Roman opened his mouth to interject, but Braelin held up her hand, stopping him from commenting any further. She didn't need to be protected from this, especially since she knew she was the one in the wrong.

Braelin bit down on her bottom lip. "I didn't know." she defended. "I found out what was happening with you after I found I was pregnant. That's why I didn't want to say anything because it would be another slap to the face, and I couldn't hurt you like that."

"It's too late, Braelin," Janelle yelled. "I'm hurt either way, and the worse thing about this whole thing is that I'm not even surprised Roman cheated with you because this was always our favorite dance. The three of us. But, what I was surprised about was how weak-minded you still are when it comes to him." Janelle pointed to Roman. "And at first, we could blame it on how young and stupid we were, but the truth is only one of us is still stupid," she said before walking off, leaving Naomi, Roman, and Braelin alone.

"I didn't know you were— that she was." Naomi didn't know what to say to her cousin. She didn't attend for her talk with Roman to end with her cousin being dragged in front of what she can now see as the entire fucking locker room. At some point during the argument, they must've gotten the attention of some of the other superstars, "Maybe we should go somewhere else."

Braelin was numb. She came to Roman to ask what the emergency was since he had called her and texted her ten times. The only reason she didn't answer the phone was that she was already in the building. "No, I'm fine. I just wanted to let you know that I did a maternity photoshoot today.' Braelin looked around the arena of people who still occupied the room.

Roman tensed. "Really, and you didn't think I would like to attend?"

Braelin furrowed her brows at the question. "What are you—" her phone rang. "Hey, baby," she said, looking over at Roman and Naomi before excusing herself.

Naomi ran a hand through her hair. "I never attended for anyone to find out like this. I pushed too far and—"

Roman didn't like that their business was now on full blast, but he could admit it was nice to be open and honest with everything, and it made what he had to do next that much easier. Janelle wasn't the bad guy, but she wasn't the victim Naomi was trying to paint her out to be. He knew she had some tricks up her sleeve, and he'd be damn if he allowed her to interfere with him and his family "Yea, maybe a little. But Janelle is up to something."

"Janelle is not my concern, and considering all the shit you already have to deal with, she shouldn't be yours either."

Roman snorted, "It's hard to tell whose side you're on these days."

"I'm on the side I've always been on, and that's Braelin."

"Oh yeah? It seems like you're more on Janelle's side, and I'm not sure why that is. You and Janelle aren't friends, but from the way you're acting, you two have been friends for years. Braelin is the one that needs you right now. So instead of throwing what we did back in her face every second, maybe you should try to remember she needs you right now." Roman said, walking off. He had a meeting with Paul Heyman. He'll talk to Braelin later.

"I'm glad everything went alright with Tata. Send him my love, ok."

"I will. We're still on for tonight?"

Braelin grinned. "Of course. I should be done here before 9. They don't have much for me so that it might be sooner, and then I'm all yours."

Dante liked the way that sounded but deep down inside; he could never get himself to believe it. "You promise?"

Braelin heard the double meaning behind his question, and now more than ever, she wanted to make that promise to him, "I promise, I'm all yours. I'll see you tonight, baby."

Naomi peaked her head into the room once she heard her cousin end her phone call. "I want to apologize to you."

Braelin stuffed her phone in her pocket. "For what? None of this is your fault."

"It's not, but I don't want you to feel like I'm not on your side. Because I am. I've just been on edge since after Jimmy's surgery."

Braelin sighed, "I know that you've been through a lot lately, and of course, I know you're on my side, Nao. But it just feels like you're punishing me sometimes."

Naomi grabbed Braelin's hand. "I'm not punishing you. Yes, I'm-- I'm upset that this happened. Honestly, I knew what kind of hold you and Roman had on each other. I wish that I intervened before things could get more complicated for you."

Naomi loved Roman like a brother, but after Roman broke things off with Braelin to give his relationship with Janelle another chance, she witnessed Braelin's heartbreak live and in color. If it weren't for Jimmy talking her down, she probably would've killed Roman for what he did to her cousin.

"I don't need--"

"You almost stopped wrestling after you lost him, remember that?" Naomi whispered heatedly.

"I remember, Naomi. It wasn't my finest moments, and I sure as hell don't want to relive them. It hurt. It still does. It's why I'm scared as hell to give my heart to Dante out of fear that he's going to do the same thing Roman did to me."

"Then you need to be honest with him. You're making promises to him that are going to be impossible to keep because you can't stay away from your ex, and now that you're pregnant with his children, it's going to be even harder to keep that much-needed distance."

Braelin whipped the loan to tear that rolled down her cheek. "How did I manage to fuck things up this badly? I didn't want to hurt anyone, but I ended up hurting everyone."

Naomi laughed. "It's your talent, I guess."

Braelin pinched Naomi. "Bitch."

"Just think about what I said, ok."

Braelin nodded. She suddenly wanting to see Dante now more than ever.

Paul Heyman stood at the end of the table, eyeing both Roman and Vince McMahon. "I think this partnership could be beneficial to everyone."

Roman nodded. "A heel turn is unexpected, and it could be what I need to make things more interesting."

Paul grinned, "I agree, so what do you say? Do we have a deal?" He said, extending his hand.

Roman eyed the hand in front of him for a while before shaking it. "We have a deal, and since Jimmy's injured. I want Jey along for the ride."

Vince looked almost skeptical by the idea, but he trusted Paul and Roman to take this new storyline to new heights. "Fine, I'll leave you to it."

"So, here's what I think we should do--"

"We need to involve Braelin somehow," Roman said, interrupting Paul.

Paul blinked. "What?"

"You heard me. Since we're introducing this new heel turn and turning it into a family affair, I think it's only fair to involve not only Jey but Brae."

Paul Heyman had no issue involving more of the company's top talent but last heard, Braelin was close to retiring. "Umm, sure. But I thought she was retiring. "

Roman took a sip of his water. "She was, but now she has a reason not to."

Paul looked confused. "Explain."

"It's simple. She can't wrestle while pregnant, and since she's carrying my children, it'll add more layers to the story while giving her a reason to stick around."

Paul wouldn't call himself a manipulative man in the slightest. He was a smart businessman that knew how to make any situation work in his favor in the name of good content. However, that didn't mean he was against it, or he didn't know it when he saw it and if you asked Paul what Roman Reigns was doing was a manipulation at his finest. But whatever worked, and if Roman wanted Braelin a part of the story, then that is what's going to happen. "Whatever the tribal chief wants. The tribal chief gets."

Roman smirked, "That's what I like to hear."

AN: I know it’s been a while but I wanted to start the new year off right. Thanks to everyone who still reads and comments on this story on both here and wattpad. Stay safe and happy reading!

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[orenstern]

Amateur Poet’s Creed

amateur poet's creed

just gammy coffee, gammy cigarettes,

let the sleepless buzz play goosebumps awhile

and the airy butter drizzle through the veins.

bloodshot eyes will clear in an ice water splash,

you say you can sell in your sleep,

time to chew your cudd.

what's the point of anycase,

when your library's in denver, with your art,

you've streamed every last movie.

did milton sleep? milton did not sleep.

did keats? he did not.

eliot? eliot was a peeyoosi, he slept.

but pound didn't though right?

pound didn't do anything right and

they wouldn't let lowell take his dante, when they took him.

and you are nothing like them.

you aren't you yet.

you're ten guys on a job site, waiting for a foreman.

don't wake up.

there's nothing healthy about your trade,

no matter how well you put it, its just standing around.

this is loathing. i can tell this is loathing.

would you rather it be something else?

how are you asking the questions now?

trick of your mind. trick of a mind rather,

you aren't you yet, this mind is on loan.

suppose there's interest.

no, dude. you don't even have a soul yet.

a soul is only if they remember you.

and even if you touch a thousand, not enough.

gravitas, oh too much. then, where's the war?

i should die in a war.'

you will, when your heart gives out.

whenyourheartgivesout, whenyourheartgivesout

whenyourheartgivesout---STOP!

why can't you?

i am, i am

any ?'s?

no, i am a chore---poet in the making,

drink coffee in my loon palace naked,

oatmeal at 7am on the dot, then doodle,

then read, then write, then run alittle---

okay, then walk and watch runners stride,

then come back home and stir about inside,

and read a blog or two from my rss feed

then strip from a poem little words like indeed,

then stand in a mirror and measure my clock

while i listen to seventies psychedelic rock,

could be all i need is a band behind me,

indeed! we might be called The Fleurs de Lits

or how bout the Floors---god i'm such a chore,

a poet in the making, a sour hint of what its for,

a sour hint of what its for.

feel better, i am? got your juices flowing yet?

one day's travel is one day's regret,

bitter that betters are out there in force!

amateur hour, complete with that sour hint.

stay at home, mama, don't dare go traveling,

and stay at home, cause here we're unraveling.

i am, i am. i accept you too. cause the war is here,

right here. and i can feel it everyday.

so shall i then let it determine what i say.

perclucking a crow's nest is a good start

for a story with sailors who need shore leave,

yah yah yah---the ground is not real to them.

i saw an entire house burn before my eyes once.

the firemen stood beside me and watched it burn,

the cracking of wood and memories a great concern.

before the age of five, i ran hard with a dog gang,

through marshland and into abandoned houses.

each and every day i pissed on trees like them.

about the same time i cheered my father on for hours

while he tore my bedroom apart, hunting down a mouse.

i've meditated upon this and cannot remember the kill.

in grade school, the more i knew the answer

the less was called, oh they tried to raise the middle high,

i was thankful for separate reading groups, my group could read.

a hurricane is a beatles album. i want to say indeed!

i know a man name bobb, his three b's crowd in

and keep the o nice and warm all new england year long.

its coming again, the winter, that harsh ethan frome winter.

this year's my 31st, i may try to stand in it barefoot,

be the wampanoag brave, be mother nature's infant son.

i will run the entire length of my life and never taste

chimpanzee meat or cat meat or dog meat

and i judge harshly those who have.

i knew a woman with doe-like eyes and a voice

that could call off a war, she has surpressed desire

to shoot a buck in the heart and watch its life run out.

is there a creed coming? a writer's creed or something,

a manifesto of inches, a display of study, a show of wit?

i've got no cards, but the trick is it---show them the honey!

where does it come from? a person claiming to be a poet,

she said there was no muse. but i ride with the nine!

we dress lightly in my court, we go thumping for a sport.

oh there is a muse, well-masked and spiraling song.

in the rain there are waves that blow like a string section,

have you seen them yet? the waves? or the chamber strings?

virginia woolf barely wrote for three years after proust

entered her mind. what is this proustian, pee-roosting,

i'm an infant. i will always be an infant. so help me god.

#poetry #mysticism #mystic art #sound recording

[etlunainmorte]

***

A few moments later, Dante arrived at the other side. But, his path was blocked by V, himself, who was standing still, his back turned away from him.

"You alright there, V?" Dante asked as he scratched his temple in confusion. "Aren't we - ?"

"Yes, we are." V cut him off, raising his metal cane and using it to point at something before the two of them. "We have finally arrived."

The younger brother followed V's line of sight, and what he saw before him simply took his breath away.

"Holy mama - !" Dante breathed in awe at the marvelous sight.

***

🌙 To You Who Rejected Me 🌙

***

III

***

"Holy mama - !" Dante breathed in awe at the marvelous sight.

And who could blame him?

What V and Dante saw was a small group of herders, men, women, and children, walking towards the edge of the forest not far from where they were.

However, the brothers were aware that this group of people weren't just mere herders. Aside from the fact that they were dressed entirely different from the tourists and locals of Delphi, the animals that were with them were the kind that the brothers haven't seen before. In fact, it was safe to say that they would never see those kinds of creatures roaming around where they came from.

They were horses and stags. But, not just any kind of horses or stags.

The horses have two pairs of wings, a pair of twisted horns, like a goat's, and the smallest of them stood at least seven feet tall. The stags were of the same height as the horses but, they have long and twisted horns that seemingly gleamed when exposed to direct sunlight.

And they looked absolutely breath taking.

"Those horses don't look like Geryons to me." Griffon, who let go of Dante's back and landed on V's waiting arm, whispered.

"They don't look demonic to me, at all." Dante added.

"Look." V whispered, pointing at the group of herders, and Dante and Griffon did as they were told. The children, aside from the fact that they looked unearthly beautiful for their ages, seemed to float with every step they make. Like they were hovering when they skipped. And the adults? Aside from the fact that they were the most graceful group of people the brothers have ever seen, their ears,... were pointed.

"Do you think those are," Dante whispered. " ... Elves?"

"The peace - loving kind, yes." V answered as quietly as he could.

It took them quite a while before they could even make a single move. Seeing all these were foreign to the brothers, and they simply couldn't take their eyes off the otherworldly sight. And when they finally vanished through that forest, they realized that none of them has made a single move to go on with their quest.

"What now?" Griffon asked a few moments later.

"What?" Dante answered absent - mindedly, his eyes still fixed on the spot where the Elves and the strange creatures walked.

"We can't just stand here all day! Ugh!" Griffon screeched, his shrill voice piercing through the quiet and peaceful atmosphere. "V, what do we do?"

"We go through that forest and follow those Elves." The poet answered, not sure what to do next after that. Which proved how unprepared they really were in going through with this wild plan.

Dante and Griffon didn't say anything else as they finally made the first step towards the Elven realm. And as they ventured, they saw more and more wondrous sights before them. The wild and exotic birds that made unique and curious little noises. The soft, sentient glow in the grass where they walked. The pastel colored sky where other, unknown creatures of all shapes and sizes freely flew. Even the sweet scent of the cool air. Everything looked and felt amazing. Breath taking.

And as they were about to enter the forest, V turned, took one last look at where they came from and saw, with wide awed eyes, the temple of the God Apollo.

Except that it was no longer in ruins. It stood tall and proud and majestic. As if the gears of time turned to restore it to its former glory and honor.

As if it was never destroyed by war, or time, or people who turned their backs on Apollo and neglected it.

*

Their short and peaceful walk through the forest proved to be their only reprieve from the things that were about to come their way.

As much as they wanted to stay longer in the forest, to see more strange creatures, to look at the weird and wonderful plants, flowers, and trees, and most of all, to rest their tired bones, even for just a little while, they still, unfortunately, have a score to settle. A problem to solve. Not to mention a group of murderous Elves still hot on their trails. So, they couldn't afford to stop now. Not now when they've come so far. They must go on with their journey.

And as their eyes wandered through the city they just entered, they felt more and more unsure of what to do next. For one thing, some folks were beginning to notice how strange they looked. Plus, they haven't eaten breakfast.

V, on the other hand, would not be deterred by hunger. Never.

"I think we should start looking for her." V stated, ignoring his rumbling stomach, as he cautiously looked all over the place.

"Where should we begin? I mean, look at this place!" Dante said as he waved a hand on what's before them: a bustling crowd amidst a busy town with small white buildings and stalls owned by merchants offering all sorts of food and items. "At least this thick crowd is good for some cover. Those killer Elves won't even realize we're here."

"I got some disguises!" Griffon, who just flew down carrying some stuff on his talons, happily and proudly announced.

"How and where did you get these?" V asked as he received some clean white linens from the demonic bird.

"From an old man with funny ears. And oh, I asked nicely." Griffon answered, and V knew it was a lie.

"Hey, this would totally help!" Dante agreed as he took one hot pink linen from the familiar's talons and covered his head and face with it. "How do I look?"

V didn't utter a word in fear that he might offend his brother because of how hideous he looked, and instead focused his attention back to the busy crowd. "I wonder if they're celebrating something?"

"Who knows?" Dante answered in a higher pitch in an effort to disguise his voice, as well.

"Put on yer disguise, V! We have a lot to do and we must hurry! Chop, chop!" Griffon commanded as he put on a polka - dot patterned linen over his head to cover his horns. Which, unsurprisingly, didn't do really well for a disguise.

"How do we do this? Do we just ask around?" Dante asked, once again in his high - pitched voice, as he pulled the linen lower to his face.

V narrowed his eyes at his younger brother for his shenanigans, and pointed, with his cane, at the tallest and most imposing building he could see from a distance. "The Elf who rescued us said she's the future Queen. Assuming she's a Princess," He brought down his cane, wore the white linen like a scarf around his neck, and gestured with his head towards that building he was pointing at. " ... it would make perfect sense if we go look for her there first."

Dante, with his mouth wide open, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, you're right." He said in his normal voice. "Let's do this."

The three did not waste any more time. Squeezing in through the crowd of Elves dressed in all manner of weird and wonderful clothing, they made their way towards the castle but, the closer they got to it, the harder it was to walk through. And as they got closer and closer towards the huge iron gates of the castle, they found out what's causing all of this.

Apparently, a bard and a jester were performing on a platform right in front of the gates of the castle. And what's more, a group of heavily armored guards were on stand by next to the platform.

Which spells trouble for V, Dante, and Griffon.

"How do we get past that?!" Griffon, whose talons held onto V's back, said, craning his neck to see past the sea of heads to witness what's going on.

"I guess we just wait for this clown show to finish." Dante answered as he crossed his arms and started to casually watch the said clown show.

"Then, we make our move." V added as he watched the jester perform magic tricks as the bard sang in time.

As the crowd went ooh and aah with every trick the jester performed, V noticed some kind of pattern in his movements. He saw how the jester manifested some rings of energy of different sizes and colors with his fingertips, scattering them around him and invading the entire stage. He also noticed how the bard, despite him not knowing a single word of what she's singing, pronounced the lyrics, like she was actually reciting some form of poetry, and not just any kind of song. V saw how the jester made those rings of energy with each phrase she sang, and when the tone of her song got higher and somewhat more ominous sounding, the jester suddenly spread his arms wide open. And when he brought them together with a loud clap of his hands, the rings moved, ascending into the sky with such speed. 

The crowd got even more excited as the jester started performing some kind of a ritualistic - looking dance, and the rings of light started moving towards the middle, slowly aligning, as the bard went on singing. With one last snappy movement of the jester and with the highest note of the bard's song, the rings finally aligned, then merged into one huge ring which reflected so many colors. And when the performance ended, the ring exploded, its many colorful shards filling the air and falling down on the audience. 

V noticed everyone around him catching a shard of their own as a souvenir, so he did the same. And what happened next made his eyes wide with both surprise and amusement. The shard transformed into a piece of paper the moment it made contact with his skin. And on the piece of paper were words written in a language he, of course, couldn't understand.

And with that final magic trick, the crowd finally started to dissipate.

"I can't wait to see the Convergence!" A young girl dreamily told her friend as they made their way back to the market area of the city. "I want to see it with my own eyes."

Convergence?

"I agree with that." Her friend answered. "Fifty years is just too long for such a spectacle."

"I don't care! As long as I get to witness the Millennial Coronation, I'm satisfied."

Millennial Coronation?

"V, look!" The poet heard his brother's voice, and when he turned his attention back to their mission, he saw the guards leaving the platform to open the gates of the castle.

"Now's our chance!" Griffon whispered as he moved closer to V.

V hid the piece of paper in his pocket and followed Dante on his way to the gate.

This is it! It's all or nothing,...

"Where," All of a sudden, they heard a voice behind them, startling them and making them turn around in caution. " ... do you think you're going?"

When V saw the man who spoke those words, he felt a chill run up and down his spine in a very awful manner. Dressed and poised in a very intimidating way, with his weapon, a long sword, drawn and in clear view, V couldn't help but feel both nervous and slightly frightened before him.

V knew his limits. He can, more or less, analyze how strong his enemy is. V knew when or when not to attack.

And this,...

This was definitely one of those times they should avoid having a fight,...

The man before them smiled, his green eyes shimmering with threat, and his hard, yet ethereal, facial features seemingly mocking their very existence. "Well?" He pressed on, authority emanating from that single word alone.

"Oh!" Dante stammered, again in his high pitched tone. "We're here to,... ahh,... visit someone! Yeah."

Fuck! V savagely thought. Not now, Dante. NOT NOW!

But, V knew warnings were useless now.

"And who, might I ask, is the person you wanted to grace with a visit?" The man pried even further.

Dante's eyes grew wide as he held up a single finger. "The Princess! Yes!"

"Gahhh!" Griffon whispered as he hid his face with his wing in shame of what Dante just did.

"THEM!" They heard another voice, and when they turned to see who it was, they saw a short old man with long and twisted ears pointing an accusing and shriveled finger at them. And to make matters even worse, he was accompanied with a group of armored guards.

The old man with the funny ears!

"THEY STOLE MY TOILET LINENS!" The old man howled in agony.

"I'm surprised!" The man boomed, grinning as he pointed his weapon at them, making the other guards do the same. "I didn't know the Princess is expecting a couple of thieves as guests!" And with a sudden frown, he added. "Mortals who associate and procreate with Demons!"

Fuck,... - !

Despite V's warning, Dante unsheathed his Rebellion, clearly looking like he was awfully itching for a good fight. And when he snatched the pink linen from his face, threw it on the ground, and gave a challenging look, he spoke, "Took you long enough to figure that out." He drew his weapon and gestured with his finger, taunting the Elven male. "Let's rock, Legolas!"

"Oh, sweetheart, you don't know what you've gotten yourself into,..."

None of them, even Dante himself, was able to attack the moment they heard that silken, female voice and felt a powerful presence just behind them. And even when they turned around to see who, or what it was, they only felt wind pass through them like they were nothing.

"Pulling magic tricks, eh, Legolas?" Dante said and was about to raise the Rebellion when he suddenly stopped moving.

Like something was controlling him.

It was too late. The moment Dante howled with pain and dropped his weapon to the ground, a woman with long, platinum colored hair emerged from behind Legolas and winked at him.

It was her. That powerful presence V felt,...

It came from her.

Legolas nodded with approval at the woman. "Wonderful as always, Gladiola." The man said and pointed at Dante with his sword, who was still struggling where he stood. "Do your work, my sister." He commanded with such spite.

The poet tried to react in time. He raised his left hand, ready to snap his fingers to summon his strongest familiar when the woman named Gladiola made a gesture with her fingers. And when she did, V instantly felt numb all over his body. The action she made also forced Griffon back to his body as tattoos, and the moment she made another graceful and fluid gesture with her fingers, both he and Dante fell on the ground, defeated without even a single fight.

So, this,... is the power of the Elves,... V thought as he helplessly watched the man sheath his sword, satisfied with the victory his sister has brought him.

"D - don't,... you dare - !" Dante growled through gritted teeth as he watched the guards take the Rebellion and V's cane away. He looked up and saw Gladiola smiling down at him, her gaze both alluring and deadly. She walked closer towards him, knelt down, and touched Dante's hair, the action instantly knocking him out unconscious. She, then, stood, and went straight to where V was.

The last things the poet saw before he closed his eyes were her melancholic green ones, and her stoic facial expression as she laid a hand down his head.

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Rubble. And debris. And destruction.

Every place their eyes landed, there's nothing but the cold and harsh reality of the complete and utter destruction of the one place they called home. Despite the fact that they hardly called it that due to its,... unnatural and chaotic nature.

And now,... there's no more unnatural, or even chaotic, place called home.

Devil May Cry,... was destroyed. Reduced to a pitiable pile of smithereens.

And Dante, the son of Sparda, and the Legendary Devil Hunter, couldn't blame anyone else for the unfortunate occurrence other than the other person who survived the sudden assault.

The man,... who was standing next to him.

"HEY! WHAT DO YA THINK YE'RE DOIN'?!" A very curious - looking demonic bird with glowing blue feathers screeched at the Devil Hunter, who grabbed his Master's lapels and almost lifted the poor man off the ground.

"This is your fault, V!" Dante howled.

"And how is this," The man called V wheezed as he grabbed Dante's hand, trying to get the larger man off him. " ... my fault?!"

"You shouldn't have broken her heart! Now, look what happened to the shop!" Dante let go of the helpless V as he scanned the area for any piece of furniture that survived the onslaught. "Freaking Elves,... hey!" The man called, trying to get the attention of the one Elf who saved them from the attack. "Where do ya think you're going? You're just leaving us here after what happened?"

The Elf in question turned towards the men, her blue eyes full of scrutiny and disgust. "I have saved you, lowly mortals, from your own demise, and yet you mock my own kind?!" She glanced at V and gave him a look of utter hatred. "And my own sister, the future Queen of our land, falling for the likes of you?! You, who will perish of old age or wilt of illness? You, who are loyal only to the desires of your own flesh?

"You, a mortal who stooped so low as to make a pact with,... Demons?" The Elf emphasized the word as if she was disgusted with the mere mention of such Underworld beings, and this offended the demonic familiar so much that V has to summon him back to prevent even more conflict with her. "How,... shameful!" She turned once more and walked away from both Dante and V.

"Hey, hey, hey, lady!" Dante, who easily caught up with her, stopped the Elf, grabbed her shoulder, and forcefully made her turn to face him, which angered the being even more. "Just walkin' away after all this, huh? And what about my shop? You and your Elves caused this! I'm neck deep in debt. I can't afford to rebuild this! You'll have to pay for the damage!" The man turned around just in time to see more and more people gathering right before them to witness what was going on.

"I don’t care! You should not have hurt and cornered her to use her power to begin with! Maybe then she would not be traced here in the first place! But, of course, you, mortals, have weak, pathetic, and closed minds!" The Elf swatted Dante's hand off her, turned once more, and went on walking.

"How could we know? We didn't even know she has powers in the first place!" Dante argued.

"That's because you, men, are so dense." The Elf answered with much emphasis on the word as she gave V a sideways glance. "And now, my sister has to pay for exposing our kind to the likes of you!"

"The Elves who caused this, the ones who traced her here," V, who was trying to catch up with both Dante and the Elf, added. " ... they will not stop until we’re both dead, will they?”

"Naturally. You just know too much." The Elf answered with disdain. "Now, if you, two ingrates, would not mind, I would return to my home and see for myself just how much damage my sister's blunder have caused because of you."

"Where is your home?" Dante questioned.

"It does not concern you."

"And how do we, weak, pathetic, and closed - minded mortals, defend ourselves from your kind, O Great One?"

The Elf, who didn't fail to catch the sarcasm in Dante's voice, stopped walking and placed her hands on her hips. "That is your problem!" She, then pointed an accusing finger at Dante. "You know what, I should not have helped you when all the payment I got for doing that is you pestering me with questions I will never answer! I' am also putting myself in grave danger here just by talking with you!" She raged on, then looked once more at V. "I should have let you die because you deserved it!" The woman turned away and finally left them.

Dante sighed as he watched her leave, crossing his arms and feeling the exhaustion creep up his system for the first time that day. He, then, looked at V and saw the man actually catching his own breath like he has just finished running a marathon.

If the Legendary Devil Hunter only knew,...

... the mysterious man known only as V has more things in his mind during that moment. He was confused, tired, shocked, even.

And he has,... a lot of questions.

Questions that needed answers.

"So," V looked up upon hearing the confidence in Dante's voice. " ... wanna go after the chick you just rejected?"

"I'm sorry?"

"You have a score to settle with her and I have to make those Elves pay for what they did to my shop. What do you say about following that high and mighty Elf back where she lives?"

"A score,... to settle?"

"Eh, yeah! None of this would happen if you didn't break her heart in the first place."

V winced at those words. Did he,... really break a girl's heart?

"I,... don't even,..." Like her, is what V wanted to say but, then again, he has made it quite clear to her.

And up until that very moment, he still couldn't shake the haunting image off his mind. Of her wide (E/C) eyes, of her tear - stained cheeks,...

... of the way she drew back and clutched her chest as if something unimaginable and really painful struck her heart,...

"I know. But," Dante answered in a much calmer tone. " ... you know how women are. Well, yes, she's an Elf but, sure! They're all the same. You know what I'm saying?"

"No."

"Oh. Right." The Devil Hunter answered, realizing that V doesn't have any experience with women unlike him. "The point is, we're both doomed here, V. And if what that Elf said about other Elves going after our necks because we know too much about them is true, then we might as well go to their den and face them head on! Bring the fight to them!”

"But, they're much stronger than the both of us. You've seen it with your own eyes."

"Eh, whatever!" Dante questioned as he started stretching his limbs in a clear gesture that he was fully accepting the challenge. "We'll see about that!" The man picked up his Devil Sword on the ground among the rubble and started walking towards the direction the female Elf went to. "Come on, Mister Poetry! She's quite slow, we're gonna catch up to her as soon as we could!" And with a smile, he added, "And you might as well use that poetry of yours to win back that girl. Or you could just say sorry, your call."

V wasn't able to do anything else but to pick up his metal cane from the rubble and go after the man in red. It's true what Dante said about those Elves paying for the destruction of the Devil May Cry but,...

... going after the girl, and facing her head on?

He knew that the catalyst to all of these events was him, his distrust, and his callousness. However, he never dreamed of breaking a girl's heart, let alone one who has enough power and influence to bring forth this chain of events that were starting to unfold right before his very own eyes,...

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" ... so, if you choose this option, it will allow you to change her language. I programmed about a hundred!" The Artisan proudly explained as she excitedly pointed at the screen.

"Why do ya wanna change her language?" Griffon questioned as he contentedly perched on top of V's bookshelf.

"It's just how it works." Nico answered as she raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms. Then, she looked back at V, who was still staring confusedly at the cellphone in his hand. She pointed a finger at one of the options and spoke once more. "You also have complete control over the type of voice, accent,... basically the way she speaks!"

"What does it mean?" 

The poor poet felt like he was back at the department store where he had to listen to the Sales Representative for two hours straight as the cheerful employee explained, in full, excruciating detail, how a coffee maker works. Luckily, though, he didn't have to pay anything this time around. The cellphone was a gift from Nico, herself. He honestly appreciated the gift, he just didn't expect it to be rigged in such a way. During the first month that he owned it, he found out that it has an x - ray function ( he accidentally saw Griffon's insides, to his utter horror and regret, when he experimented with its camera ), a laser option for the flashlight ( which actually made a hole through the wall in the kitchen ), an intruder alarm ( which was a recording of Nero's songs on loop ), and a very accurate tracking device of every person he knew ( the last time he checked, he found out the exact whereabouts of his brother Dante, from his frequent travels to the ice cream and pizza parlor to his nightly sojourns to the nearby club houses ).

And now, it seemed that his wonder cellphone has another hidden function, and that was to give Shadow her very own voice with the use of the state - of - the - art bell that was dangling from her red ribbon, which was cutely tied around her neck. Apparently, the said bell was a gadget made by Nico, herself, to channel a demon's thoughts and translate them into coherent words with just a push of a button from the Kitty Cat Voice app that was programmed and installed by the same woman who gave him the cellphone.

And honestly? It amazed, unnerved, and confused the hell out of the poet, who was only beginning to live a life of his own in the modern society, away from his bickering brothers and close to the woman he loved.

"Here, let me show you." Nico took the cellphone from V's hands and typed something. She, then, looked at Shadow, who was obediently sitting on her usual spot on the floor, and spoke, "Say something, girl."

V and Griffon waited in silence as they looked at Shadow, and a few moments later, the demonic feline did speak!

"Bonjour!" The familiar said in a deep and overly sensual male voice that almost made Griffon fall from the shelf. "Je m'appelle Shadow. Ravie de vous rencontrer!"

"EURGH!" Griffon howled in disgust at what Shadow just said. "What kinda erotic sound is that?!"

"Seductive French Singer." Nico answered as she proudly nodded at the cellphone in her hand. Humming in satisfaction, she scrolled through the app once more and spoke, "Hmm, let's try something else. Okay, girl! Try greetin' our Mr. poetry here."

V's eyes narrowed cautiously as he instinctively drew back a bit, feeling a little nervous and unnerved of what the familiar might say to him. With threatening and glowing red eyes, the huge black cat padded towards her master, and when she was mere inches from him, she sat and raised her head obediently. Then, she spoke.

"Kon'nichiwa, V - sama!" Shadow greeted the poet in a very small and very childish voice of a young girl that made Griffon laugh so hard. "Anata ga watashi no koe no oto ga sukidearu koto o negatte imasu!"

"What did she just say?" V, looking horrified at what his familiar just said, questioned Nico, who was laughing along with Griffon and clutching her mid - section. She was clearly making fun of his confusion, the clever woman!

"Anata wa watashi no koe no oto ga sukide wa arimasendeshita ka? Nante zankokuda, V - sama!" Shadow whined in her creepy little voice, making V even more uncomfortable. "Daikirai! DAIKIRAI!"

"Please, make it stop,..." V pleaded quietly as he bowed his head down low and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Aww, don't like Nasally Japanese Moe?" The Artisan teased. After receiving a glare from the poet as a threat, the woman laughed nervously and scratched her head. "Alright, alright! I'll put it back to its default mode."

"Which is?" The demonic bird asked, his curiosity getting the better of him as he flew towards the woman to see how she was operating the app she invented.

"Gentle English Babushcat. The voice you all heard durin' the play." Nico answered dejectedly as she made one last click on the screen before giving the cellphone back to V. "It's pretty simple, man. You open the app, no password needed, and you can select the - "

"No need."

"Okay! Okay! Just explainin',..." Nico shrugged her shoulders and shook her head on the way to the door, a defeated smile on her lips upon knowing that her precious work of art was not appreciated. "Well, then, goo - 

" ... hold yer panties! I almost forgot!"

To Griffon's utter surprise, the woman turned back and strode towards V, almost knocking the poor bird on her way, and began looking for something in her large and greasy - looking yellow bag.

"What now?" V, almost feeling annoyed, questioned her as he watched her ransack through her messy backpack.

"Ah, I'm pretty sure I put it somewhere here. I just don't know if - AH! There we go!"

"What is that?" Shadow, who now sounded like the gentle, motherly middle - aged aunt from earlier during the party, asked, her tail waving from left to right in mild curiosity at the thing on Nico's hand.

"I got lots of invites to Old Fleminger's Annual New Year's Ball." The Artisan explained. "So, I'm giving you some."

"New Year's Ball?" V took the pair of golden envelopes from Nico's hand and studied it with much curiosity. He looked up from the fancy things in his hand and raised an eyebrow in question. "And who is this Fleminger? A Demon that has to be killed?"

"Oh, no, no, no! Old Fleminger is a gentle old soul who still likes to party really hard at the age of sixty. He throws this massive, fancy annual spectacle where he expects people to dress up the way he wants them to. Just so you know, last year, when Nero and Kyrie were lucky enough to get some invites, they were made to dress up as characters from famous movies. Nero dressed up as James Bond and Kyrie dressed up as a hot Bond girl. They won King and Queen of the Ball."

"Ohoho, that sounds interesting! Yes!" Griffon declared as he joined V on the sofa, his golden eyes glistening with devilish intent. "So, uh, V, who are ya gonna dress up as? The penniless poet from Moulin - aghk!" But, even before the demonic bird could finish his sentence, Shadow's tail hastily covered his beak to stop him from speaking any further, making the poor bird muffle helplessly.

"STOP IT! YOU'RE EMBARRASSING OUR MASTER!" Shadow scolded as a loud growl escaped her throat and frightened the demonic bird. "Yes, Miss Nico, please continue."

"Oh, yeah, as I was saying," Nico went on, ignoring the conflicted look on V's already stressed features. " ... you are required to dress up to match the theme of the Ball. And it's vintage this time."

"Vintage? Like," The poet asked, some tasteless thoughts of himself indulging in such a party already plaguing his overworked mind. " ... old?"

"Yeah. Kinda like how grandma Adelaide probably used to dress up when she was still a teenager." Nico nodded as she crossed her arms and tapped her chin with her fingers. Suddenly, her eyes widened. Looking once more at V and pointing a finger at him, she said, "And don't forget to ask (Y/N) out as your date, okay? It's a requirement!"

Me,... asking her out as my date to a strange Ball?! "I'm afraid to say that I' am not certain as to - "

"Aww, come on, man!" Nico pleaded as she collapsed next to V on the sofa and grabbed his shoulders, shaking them to somehow make the man come to his senses. "We all know that ya like the girl, if it isn't too obvious enough already!"

"But,... I don't even,... like her,..." V quietly said as he tried to get the woman's hands off his shoulders.

"Yeah, 'cause Shakespeare fuckin' loves her - AGHK!" Griffon used his momentary freedom from Shadow's tail to speak but, he was abruptly grabbed by one of Shadow's huge morphed hands.

"SHUT YOUR BEAK AND LET MASTER SPEAK, OR I'LL TEAR YOUR LIMBS APART!" The feline threatened.

"Don't! Please! Squawk! I beg ya! Aghk!"

"Anyway, confess to her already!" Nico went on. "Use this Ball as a chance. Dress up nicely like someone's hip and swell grandpa and woo her!"

"Hip and,… swell? And,… woo,... (Y/N)?"

"Yeah! And while ye're at it, learn some Elvis Presley moves that ol' geriatrics love and ask her to boogie with ya on the dancefloor! Be a tiger and impress her! Do everythin' ya can to sweep her off her dainty feet!"

"I'm not sure if I can do this kind of thing,..."

"Ya can do it! Just believe in yerself!" Nico smiled and stood, patting V on the shoulder. "Okay? Ye must make her say yes as soon as ya can. The Ball is in a week."

And with those not - so - encouraging words, V was left with more questions than answers, and with more problems than solutions. First of all, Shadow can speak very well now, thanks to the wonder gadget and app that Nico created. Well, Griffon was already too much on his ears but, to actually hear his two familiars bickering for real? Second, who was this old Fleminger and how did the Artisan get some invites to his prestigious event? The invitations looked really fancy and expensive, after all.

And thirdly, how could he possibly ask her out? The trip to the mall and the cinema was one thing but,...

... Nico was expecting him to confess to her.

That, and the fact that he has to dress up vintage - style for the event and dance like this Elvis Presley that Nico was talking about ( who was Elvis Presley, anyway? ). Wouldn't he become a laughingstock, then? Would he be making a complete fool of himself, then? And if that happens, would you even accept his love? Would you laugh at him and tell him he's not worthy?

These crippling thoughts were still on V's mind when he entered his dark, cold, and lonely bedroom later that evening. With the sparkling golden invites on his hand, he made his way towards the window, sat on the chair next to it, and parted the heavy curtains. And with one simple look, he saw the window to your bedroom. The curtains were, of course, closed but, he could clearly see that your lights were still on, indicating that, at the very late ( or early ) hour of two in the morning, you were still awake. You did mention to him that you could not sleep well,...

V's eyes widened a bit when he finally saw the lights being turned off in your room.

Ah, she must be feeling sleepy now, he thought.

However, not even a minute has passed when the lights turned on again. It stayed like that for about twenty more minutes, then it went dark once more.

The poet sighed. It must be so hard for her, he thought.

And then, an idea struck his mind. He did promise that he will fulfill her three wishes. The first wish didn't work out too well because of Lancaster but, what if,...?

The man left his window and went towards his bedside table where some of his poetry books were. Then, he looked at the invites in his hand.

This,... might actually work,...

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