#as he trying to fight the Nelo inside him

[omorinintendoswitchedition]

hi this is the post where i talk about ghostgil and ghost dante from these posts. buckle up cause theres a lot.

Ghost Vergil (No Dante)

-timeline flows along as normal. Vergil falls into hell, gets his shit rocked by Mundus, becomes Nelo Angelo, Dante fights him, except in this timeline Vergil ends up dying for real this time, so he becomes a ghost who wanders around hell in search for his precious Yamato

-his main weapon becomes Mirage Edge/his summoned swords during this time period

-his ghost takes the form of his devil trigger. this will be thematically important.

-eventually is able to escape hell and begins looking for Yamato in the Human World

-this leads him to Fortuna and eventually Nero

-Vergil feels like he is somehow connected to this kid, but since he is a stupid dumbass doesn’t even consider that Nero is his kid

-Vergil voice wow I wonder why this kid who has white hair and a demonic arm feels like someone I am connected to. I better stalk him to find out why

-For months when Nero is out alone he’ll catch a glimpse of a blue shadowy figure behind him, but when he turns around its gone. Doesn’t tell anyone about this and he thinks he’s going crazy

-The events of dmc4 happen. Dante shows up kills Sanctus and Nero is forced to chase after him, only this time when he is alone outside the city there is a certain blue shadowy figure following him

-Mitis Forest ‘what the hell is this?’ cutscene has Dante drop down into the woods below before ghost Vergil tears him apart with his teeth and hands. Its the first time Nero can actually get a good look at his stalker before it disappears again.

-Game continues on as normal up until Agnus’s lab, where Vergil finally finds his precious Yamato. He’s devastated to see it still broken and then Nero activates his devil trigger and fixes it.

-Vergil sees the potential for great power in this kid and this is the moment the possession begins

-It doesn’t start doppelgänger style at first, it starts as Vergil straight up taking control of Nero’s body. in DMC5 it’ll evolve into more of a doppelgänger style

-After defeating the demons/escaping the lab Nero finally frees himself from mind control. and now he has even more questions for The Order

-The Credo boss fight would be even more of a disaster because not only does Kyrie find out hes a demon Vergil will also take back control to win against Credo, which will make her even more afraid of Nero.

-So yeah the Nero and Vergil dynamic starts off even rockier than in canon

-Dante boss fight would change too. Dante knows that Vergil is the one controlling the kid, he knows what his brother acts, looks and sounds like. Nero is possessed the entire fight against Dante cause yknow. Its Dante’s fault he’s dead in the first place.

-Game proceeds on to the Saviour fight, and the scene where Nero is getting absorbed into the Saviour is where Vergil looses his shit. He is not getting imprisoned inside of a demon again, not to mention Yamato was taken from him. Vergil escapes Nero’s body and attacks Sanctus, stealing Yamato back and running off.

-Dante chases down his brother cause he needs Yamato to defeat the Saviour. Dante vs Vergil fight again.

-Dante wins and strikes a deal with Vergil. You can keep Yamato but you gotta help out. Vergil agrees.

-brotherly somewhat bonding in this situation

-Vergil would definitely try to possess his brother but Dante fends him off

-The Saviour fight would go down as a tag team between two brothers.

-Vergil is able to hit the heart of the Saviour with Yamato and free Nero. He once again possesses Nero and they go to defeat Sanctus and save Kyrie.

-An Agnus boss fight would also happen here due to there not being one in the Opera House.

-Sanctus is defeated Kyrie is saved the game ends and Nero asks if Dante wants Yamato back.

-Both Dante and Vergil will say no to this. Dante will also tell Vergil to go easy on Nero and also not to go on his little power hungry adventures

-Vergil will get himself absorbed into Nero’s Devil Bringer at the end of the game along with Yamato.

-I don’t really know how dmc5 would unfold in this timeline since Vergil caused the events of that. But I do have the idea that as the game progresses Vergil’s ghost slowly reverts back into its human form to show him becoming more in touch with humanity

Ghost Vergil and Ghost Dante

-haven’t really fleshed this one out yet as much as the just ghost Vergil.

-as stated an idea for a Dante death in this timeline is Vergil accidentally kills him during dmc3

-Mundus is still the reason Vergil dies in this timeline but this time instead of being enslaved he dies in combat. Maybe commits seppuku in order to avoud enslavement.

-another Dante death idea is have him killed by Mundus too and make it a revenge story where Nero must avenge the family he never knew

-yet another way this could unfold is they both die of old age and Nero is born wayyyy later, kind of like a legacy thing.

-maybe in the death of old age version a young Nero finds Devil Sword Dante + Yamato and thats when the possession happens for him.

Thats all I got so far. I’m very open for ideas on this so go ahead and shoot me and ask

#sunny rambles #devil may cry #dmc #vergil dmc #nero dmc #dante dmc

[much-obliged-timothy]

Whumptober #23

Devil May Cry - #23 - Forced To Kneel

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How had it come to this?

Dante and Vergil struggled furiously against their binds, but could not get free. Nero laid on the ground, just out of reach. His breathing was labored and blood soaked his clothing, trickling out of his mouth.

Still, he rolled onto his side and tried to push himself upright. He got to his knees before the next strike came, this one aimed at Vergil.

Without hesitation, Nero threw himself into its path, crying out as he was flung back from the force of it. He crashed to the ground in front of Vergil.

Vergil couldn’t free his hands, but he shifted enough to get his shoulder into Nero’s back to help him roll onto his side again as he coughed up more blood. Nero put his hands on the ground, trying to get up.

“Nero, stop this,” Vergil snarled. “This is foolish. They’re going to kill you. Stay down.”

“Listen to him, kid. Your body can’t take much more. You don’t heal as fast as we do,” Dante said. “C’mon, let the big kids handle this one.”

“Shut up,” Nero ground out. “I am not letting you two die here.”

He got to his feet this time, though he was clearly staying up by sheer will. Dante shot a worried look at Vergil, as if his brother could do anything to stop Nero.

“That all you got, bastard?” Nero said. 

“Nero! Stop taunting them, at least!” Dante groaned.

Vergil watched as the various Angelos circled around once more. The man commanding them looked so amused that Vergil wanted to rip his mouth off and shove it down his throat. 

The man had lured them here, so carefully. Had the Angelos under his command stir up enough trouble to draw their attention, made sure the attacks had enough fire to prompt the three to come together, and then distracted them with a fight to start capturing the twins. 

He’d not even bothered to introduce himself. Nero seemed to recognize him as a former member of the Order. As far as they’d worked out before he began torturing Nero, he had discovered Agnus’s research and taken up continuing it. 

He had to be stopped. Unlike Agnus, he wasn’t interested in bragging about his research and his creations. Vergil wasn’t even sure he was interested in showing them off; his dread grew by the minute as he watched them toy with Nero, as if testing the youngest Sparda descendant.

Another blow sent Nero to the ground. Rather than back off to give him a chance to get back up, the man signaled. The Angelos charged forward, impaling Nero through his hands and pinning him to the ground. Nero cried out in agony. The twins jerked against their binds, helpless and useless.

The man walked forward and knelt before Nero, gripping his hair and raising his head. “I recall your days as a Knight for the Order. Such raw strength, but driven by emotions more than logic. Still, you’ll do. You’ll be a great challenge, and an even greater weapon.”

“Why not try picking on someone your own size?” Dante said, tugging at the binds. “You had your fun with the kid; try a real fight.”

Vergil tried once more to tug at his binds while the man’s focus was on Dante. This bastard had done his research. The binds held both twins securely, and prevented them from taking their devil forms. 

“You were the one I was least interested in. Your fondness for your humanity makes you an uninteresting test subject.” He raised Nero’s head again. “But this one? He is fascinating. He’ll be a good addition.”

His eyes went from Nero to the Angelos. 

Vergil felt ill.

He had not put it together before, or perhaps his brain had simply refused to let him make the assumption. This man was going to experiment on Nero and turn him into one of the Angelos.

As Vergil had been turned into Nelo Angelo. Suffering, retaining just enough of himself to do so. Under the command of another, trapped inside his own body as he carried out a will that was not his own. 

His son would suffer that same fate. The cycle would continue. 

“I’d be a better addition,” Vergil said.

The man looked over at him. “Ah, yes. Nelo Angelo. I’ve read the notes. You were quite powerful. But you could be…stronger.”

“No,” Nero said, struggling weakly. “No, leave them alone, you bastard.”

“I will trade myself for the boy. You clearly want to test us first. You cannot test us if we are all Angelos,” Vergil said.

“Shut up! Shut up!” Nero cried.

“Take your own advice.” The man slammed Nero’s face onto the ground. “I accept. The boy, and your brother, go free. For now.”

He nodded to an Angelo, who crashed down onto Nero’s back. It placed a blade at Nero’s throat, drawing a thin line of blood.

“But if you try anything, he will die,” the man said simply. “You will pledge loyalty now.”

“Vergil!” Nero cried.

“Don’t struggle,” Vergil said. The idiot was going to slit his own throat. He looked to Dante, met his brother’s eyes. He was shocked by the sorrow in them.

But Dante nodded, looking pained to do it. He would protect Nero. He would free Vergil, regardless of what he had to do to accomplish that.

He had done it before, after all.

An Angelo freed Vergil from the binds. Vergil considered attacking, but he knew even he wasn’t fast enough to stop the Angelo from killing Nero before he could stop it. 

“Kneel,” the man said. “Kneel and pledge yourself as a weapon.”

He did not want to be anyone’s weapon ever again. He did not want to endure this horror again. 

He did not want to watch his son die, or suffer the same fate.

He had no options. Forced by circumstance, willing by a desire to spare Nero, Vergil knelt.

Something sharp jabbed into his neck. His vision began to grow dark almost immediately, a gasp escaping him.

His fading vision sought a last glimpse of Nero. Nero was screaming his name, eyes wide and desperate.

He would be okay. He would save Vergil, one way or another. 

V had known it. Vergil did too, now. The darkness dragged him under, but he was not afraid this time.

*

I didn’t have time to proofread this one, and it was also...not my favorite I wrote

#whumptober2022 #no.23 #forced to kneel #devil may cry #fic writing #Nero Sparda #Vergil Sparda #Dante Sparda #dmc nero #dmc vergil #dmc dante #jtdoeswhumptober

[put-me-out-of-my-destiny]

Thinking about the "Dante gets Angeloed instead of Trish and Lady" AU again. This time, I'm wondering what would happen to Devil Sword Sparda, since Dante - and with him, the sword - is captured instead of cast away.

Now, in canon, there were three reasons that Urizen didn't seek out the Sparda after defeating Dante:

From a Doylist perspective, Dante needed to have the Sparda so he would have a sword during Missions 11 and 12, and so he could create Devil Sword Dante later on.

From a Watsonian perspective, Urizen likely couldn't have used the Sparda even if he wanted to - at least according to the Devil May Cry Wiki, the wielder cannot use the Sparda to it's fullest potential if the wielder is inhuman. I don't mean this literally: Trish could wield the Sparda easily, and she's a full demon, while Arkham got turned into a big blob monster when he tried. Sanctus is an interesting case - the sword does resonate with him, unlike it did with Arkham, so he doesn't get turned into a blob monster, but his "inhumanity" still prevents him from fully controlling it. Since Urizen is Vergil without his humanity, inside and out, I think he would have a similar problem if he tried to use the Sparda.

And from a symbolic perspective, Vergil has completely abandoned humanity, and by extension, Sparda's legacy. Him no longer seeking Sparda's power - after trying so hard to obtain it in DMC3 - and seeking the power Mundus once used long ago further represents that he's fully internalized Mundus's belief that his human blood made him weak.

So, just like in canon, there's no reason Urizen would seek out the Sparda in this AU. Which raises the question: What would happen to it?

My first thought was that Urizen might actually let Dante keep it. Dante is completely under his control as an Angelo, so it's not like he's a threat - besides, letting Vergil keep his half of the amulet is what allowed Mundus to control him as Nelo Angelo, though I doubt Dante has that same sentimental connection to the Sparda, Ebony and Ivory would be more likely.

But, setting aside the question of wether the sword could even resonate with Dante after he's been Angeloed, there's another reason that probably wouldn't work: If V was able to sense the presence of Sparda, Trish certainly could. She's a full demon, and has wielded it even longer than Dante has. So, she would find the sword very quickly after escaping the Qliphoth, and if Dante had it, she would find him too.

Because an entire month passes between the first battle with Urizen and the rest of DMC5, I think figuring out what happened to Dante and who Urizen is will need to take a bit longer - so instead, Urizen simply discards the Sparda, Trish finds it soon after, and then begins her search.

She'd probably encounter Malphas during this time too, since she would still want the Sparda destroyed, though I'm unsure if she would command Dante to look for it.

Anyway, by the time Nero and company return to Redgrave, Trish suspects that Urizen is Vergil, but doesn't know for sure until she comes across V - having learned from Dante's files that Yamato can separate man from devil, she quickly deduces V's origins, and begins to tail him from a distance.

She questions V when she first confronts him - maybe there's a boss fight? - but eventually they work together to free Dante from his armor.

After Trish gives Dante the Sparda once more, her subsequent interaction with V goes just about the same as in DMC5, only she isn't naked for most of it.

#devil may cry #devil may cry 5 #criticism #au #trish dmc #vergil dmc #dante dmc #quen speaking

[fugeoni666]

- silent phobia - 

#vergil #devil may cry 5 #devil may cry #dmc #dmc 5 #fugeoni #digital art #bruh this is q good concept to approach tbh #as he trying to fight the Nelo inside him #and thus the scars are there until he truly defeat it #hmmmm #yas

[alighieri-sparda]

Incomplete | Vergil x Reader

Prompt list | 34. Returned from the death kiss

Word count: 1036

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Sweetly requested by @blackenedskykai​ ♡

Oh, Temen-Ni-Gru and Nelo Angelo flashbacks, perhaps? This request was just perfect to me to write. I loved each second, since I started to write down my first ideas and then complete the imagine. What a wonderful request, dear ♡ Thank you for all your support ~

if I didn’t get so easily distracted, I’d have listened to Ultra Violet (Nelo Angelo’s theme) during the writing process. :’) Love this song.

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A cold wind blows strongly against your body as you run away from the demons. Weakness is perhaps the best word to describe what you feel in the moment: you and your powerless body can do nothing but try to escape. Dante is not here to save you this time.

It is your fault. You promised that you would be safe without him, Lady or Trish because you didn’t want to bother them during that longstanding job they accepted in another city. You knew it could happen.

Desperately, you step further into an alleyway, blinded by fear. When you realize there’s no way out, the demons are already blocking your only exit.

You’re not a demon, like Trish. You don’t have any powerful weapons like Lady. You don’t even know how to hold a sword like Dante. You’re just a human.

You have even tried to learn how to defend yourself once Dante left Temen-Ni-Gru with you, but he assured that he would always have your back. He didn’t want to see you putting yourself in danger, fighting demons, and carrying sharp weapons; you’re the last living memory he has from his twin brother. It was his duty since he let Vergil fall: protect what was precious to him.

Oh, Vergil. The only man you loved in your whole life.

Uncountable thoughts have crossed your mind since you saw your beloved fall into Hell. A specific moment that you always remember was when Dante returned from Mallet Island with a blonde woman beside him. He was unusually quiet, avoiding you. That annoyed expression of his was killing you inside. Dante never mentioned anything about his adventure on Mallet Island, which was uncommon since one of his favorite parts was telling you what happened during his jobs.

Firstly, you considered that he started to hate you somehow, but you quickly put away this possibility when Dante once told you, suddenly smiling:

“I’m happy to see that I can count on Lady and now Trish to keep you safe. Have you ever considered calling me dad, Y/N? ‘Cause I feel like one.”

He was just joking when he said that, but you understood what he meant. He has been basically your older brother for the past twenty years now. But you never called him like that because you know well that he misses his older twin as much as you miss your love.

Dante has always done his best to take care of you. And this is what motivated you to keep running, trying to escape from the demons. Because he would suffer if he lost someone he cared about again.

But you failed. You’re trapped. And no one can save you or hear your last words now.

As you see one of those beasts jumping on your fragile and defenseless body, your eyes instinctively close. When the darkness embraces your mind, it immediately replaces your frightening thoughts with the last memories you had about Vergil.

You want him to be the last thing you remember before you die. The part of your soul you lost on that day.

Suddenly, agonized screams and grunts catch your ears. When you open your eyes, the demons that once were trapping you are now reduced to lifeless carcasses. Only a silhouette stands on the exit now. A curved and atrophied body has a katana on its hands, out of breath.

Even though you don’t recognize that person who’s in front of you now, you don’t feel exactly scared. This person just saved you. And somehow, you feel nostalgic. Something tells you that you should approach this unknown silhouette. It would probably sound stupid, but you can’t help but follow your instincts.

You take a step closer to that person. Although it’s dark, you immediately recognize that face hidden by a makeshift hood and then freeze, completely shocked.

“Vergil?”

He doesn’t even move. His skin is pale, fully marked by cracks. That strong and invincible man who used to protect you at Temen-Ni-Gru looks broken now. A pitiful aspect that you never would associate at Vergil.

“Vergil…” You repeat his name, practically begging him to look at you. Unable to wait for any reaction from him, you just lower his hood, looking deeply at his eyes. Surprisingly, he looks back at you.

“Y/N…” He whispers. His voice is as cracked as his appearance, and listening to his voice again makes your eyes fill with tears.

“What happened to you, love?” You take your shaky hands to his face, holding it softly. “I can’t believe you’re alive… I missed you so much, Vergil.” Your words become choked because of your tears.

Vergil hugs you carefully. His body is so fragile, looks like he’s going to break at any moment; and that’s why you just pet his hair kindly. The last thing you want is to hurt him in any way.

“I can’t stay with you now, Y/N. I’m too weak.” He takes a step back just to glance at your face again. It’s now his time to take a hand on your face, brushing his thumb on your cheek. “I have a job that must be done. But I needed to see you once more before I leave.”

You don’t have time to ask anything. He closes his eyes and kisses you. His lips are dry and cracked, but you don’t mind. Vergil is alive, touching you again. He’s back.

Once you separate that simple kiss, you touch your forehead with his.

“I thought you were dead, my love.”

“And I was.” He responds sadly. “But it doesn’t matter now. Not anymore.”

Vergil steps back again, but this time, he is leaving. He turns his back on you, demonstrating his intention to keep his way on.

“I will become powerful again, and you’ll never be in danger again, Y/N. I promise.”

Before you could even react, he teleports with Yamato. In a blink of the eye, you were left alone again. Heavy tears run down your face; your mind is still processing everything that just happened.

There’s a lot of things that you have to discuss with Dante now, but you can’t think much about it. Vergil is alive. But you still incomplete.

#dmc #dmc5 #devil may cry #devil may cry 5 #vergil x reader #dmc vergil #dmc imagines

[theannaredfield]

Day 6- Family Background

Short Vers-

Averriah- The queen of the Fire Hell who ruled before Berial, Argosax, and Balrog. She lived a long reign before being mysteriously murdered one night. She is also Ivey’s mother and pictured above. She stands at about 9 feet tall and was said to be a high level demon.

Baskara- Averriah’s right hand man, who worked with her in killing the current king, taking the throne for themselves. Though his bloodlust was never fully quenched. He desired more. Baskara outlived Averriah, despite being a medium level demon, but he was eventually slain by his own child in her own pursuit of power. The constant battle for power is a bloody one of which not even family is exempt from.

Argosax- ??? Uncle??? Maybe?? I made a joke about it one time I’m not sure if I want that official though. But it would be interesting.

Ivey has no siblings, in her 2.0 version she had a brother and sister but I cut those to make them random enemies.

Future family-

Carden- Ivey’s son, and the oldest of the two. He is said to be heir to the throne but he most likely won’t take it.

Juwia- Ivey’s daughter and the youngest of the two. Also no that name isn’t phonetically spelt.

Both will be talked about more tomorrow. (Well today but)

Long and detailed version that I don’t recommend reading because it’s like fanfic quality. I haven’t rewrote this backstory in awhile-

Balrog? No.

Balrog? No.

What about Argosax?

All wrong.

These were all just posers.

Before Berial could even try to take the throne, there were two others. Averriah, a demoness who possessed the power of the dragon flame. She was one of the most powerful fire demons roaming at the time. And Baskara, a strong demon, but still not the best. Together (and with a little convenient, accidental, help from Sparda) they were able to overthrow the current ruler, killing him and making themselves the new king and queen, of which no one dared question. Many would try, and fail under Averriah’s and Baskara’s opposition.

So was the way of the demon world. A bloody war and a constant fight for power. Everyone wanted to be on top, though not everyone could.

It was only natural that eventually, the powerful duo would… seek to create more power, maybe? But also begin to fight amongst themselves. Baskara wanted more, Averriah was content for the moment, not wanting to cause necessary drama. Though, they did manage to have one child before shit hit the fan. A young demoness named Ivenya, who had yet to reach her full potential. To be true, the two didn’t feel anything for each other and the pairing was only for business. They both wanted to rule, and figured two heads were better than one.

The fight for constant control and power would continue, from both within the royal family and outside it. Though one event set off a chain reaction. Baskara had taken an order from Mundus to go… set alight a few human villages. Averriah was furious, seeing it as unnecessary. The argument escalated over the case of awhile before Baskara eventually killed Averriah, framing an unidentified group for it. Though now that he alone stood on the throne, he still had the kin to deal with. Maybe, if he was lucky, she would be powerful enough to keep him in power.

Of course this didn’t work at all. Ivenya almost got killed a few times on a reckless mission to start a war, and inadvertently learned the truth. Traitorous bastard wouldn’t get away with it.

So a quick overview-

Averriah is Ivey’s mom, who was killed under mysterious circumstances when she was young. She was a highly powerful demon and the queen of fire hell for a few decades if not a century. Many looked up to her, feared her, or wanted to kill her. For lack of better words, she was a girlboss who ran by her own rules. May have been connected to Argosax but it’s not clear. She is said to have the power of the Dragon Flame, a fire hotter than all others, capable of incinerating even the most powerful of foes.

Baskara- Averriah’s right hand man, and arranged “mate.” He is Ivey’s father, and a complete dick. He was strong but never as strong as Averriah, hence why he teamed up with her to overthrow the current ruler. He eventually did manage to kill Averriah, though the details on how are unknown. He was loyal to Mundus, but neither him nor Averriah could ignore that they were indebted to Sparda. Had it not been for him, their plan might not have worked so swell!

Some time after the events of DMC3, in the month of June, on the 21st day, Ivey went through the worst day of her entire life. Feeling wise. It was one of the first times she cried, that she begged for pain to leave, that she felt scared…

That was the day Carden and Juwia were born. A pair of twins born out of some… interesting circumstances.

Her life would never be the same. But she knew damn well what she had to do. Keep those kids safe at all costs. It didn’t matter how hurt she got in the process, they needed to grow up safe and sound, and she was going to do her best to do so…. But she needed more power. She needed the leverage… she needed the crown.

And so the constant power struggle for everyone to always be on top commenced once more. Leaving her newborns with her trusted friend, she went off to hell alone, and faced her father….

And she fucking won. She was bloody and beaten half to death but she arose victorious with the bastards head in her clutches. Throwing herself back on the throne, she watched as the other demons poured in to see what happened, finding their new queen just chucking to herself.

She did it… she was alive…

Ivey used the leverage to get into Mundus’ court when he planned his return during DMC1, and had the inside scoop on every bing. No one expected her to know anything about the remaining son of Sparda, and she used her power to rid anyone who dared questioned her children. Though she did feel horror when seeing the outcome that befell Nelo Angelo and The Angel, or as she knew them, Vergil and Serephina.

This only furthered her resolve, she needed to stay in power to protect herself and her children.

Eventually Berial, Argosax, and Balrog ended up on the throne because Ivey had been away attending to other matters at the time, however as long as she was around no one was getting that crown, she’d kill them if she had to. That was her mother’s, no one else can have it. Of course it helps that Dante was just going around killing them anyway. So they were only temporary rulers while Ivey has been consistent

Review-

Carden- the oldest of Ivey’s two children, and the “heir to the throne.” Although, Ivey does not require nor expect him to take it, and that’s okay. She knows he enjoys the life he has and honestly that’s what she’s working for. As long as he’s happy, that’s all she cares about. Much like his sister, he is very confident and doesn’t hold his tongue much, even as a child. Both being masters of sass and not afraid to tell a demon off, and to piss them off more. While he’s the more normal looking of the two, he still suffers from the scent of their father that gives them away. Even if he is sassy, both he and his sister are real sweethearts if they like you. Also they’re both really hyper. They have too much energy. Ivey needs a coffee.

Juwia- Ivey’s second child. Although having twins was unplanned, Ivey loves her daughter none the less. How she stumbled upon the name “Juwia” is unknown. Especially because it’s not anywhere near phonetically spelt. A rather curious little girl who didn’t really seem to have a lot of fears. Her and her brother got into a lot of mischief, which put Ivey through grief but she always managed to keep them both safe and alive. Juwia, sadly, had to spend a lot of time disguising herself, because that hair, while beautiful, was a dead giveaway, and would have her targeted. She grew to hate this and now owns her heritage with immense pride.

Both Carden and Juwia are massive goofballs and have a knack for the dramatics (I wonder where they get *that* from) and they enjoy living their human lives. Ivey couldn’t ask for anything more, feeling she succeeded in keeping them happy and safe. Would her mother be proud? No. But that doesn’t matter.

#dmcocweek

[hellzeldagirlsfanfic]

DMC Week - Day 2:Monster

Nelo Angelo x Reader

Warning: This post contains Rape/Non-Con. 

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‘Where’s Dante when you need him?’ (Y/N) thought as she was forced into the corner.

The female demon hunter had joined Dante on his job to Mallet Island. After Trish led them to Mallet Castle, she and Dante decided to split up to cover more ground.

(Y/N) had been investigating one of the many bedrooms when she was attacked by a demon clad in dark armour. She didn’t even notice that it entering the room.

The demon had waited for her to notice it’s presence (which was odd) but it moved quickly for her to even try to defend herself.

Now she was trapped in the corner of the room with the large demon towering over her, with that cold still face staring down at her and those glowing eyes, were there the last things she was going to see.

The demon rises it’s equally large sword above it’s head.

‘So this is how it ends,’ She thought as she closed her eyes, waiting for the sword to end her life.

(Y/N) felt a rush of air in front of her but no pain just a little bit cold her chest.

(Y/N) opened her eyes to see that the sword was embedded into the ground in front of her.

She stared at the blade in confusion. Why did the demon bring it’s sword down if it wasn’t going to kill her.

Then she felt a cold breeze go across her chest.

(Y/N) looked down to her chest to see that the sword had cut through her clothes.

Soon as she noticed she tried to cover up but the demon wasn’t having it.

It reached out for her, dragging her arms from in front of her body. (Y/N) tried to fight against the demon but it’s grip on her arm was too strong. It began to drag her out of the corner that it had back her into. In a last-ditch effort to save herself, (Y/N) grabbed the large sword that the demon wiled. It was heavy but with the adrenaline running through her veins she managed to swing it at the demon. The blade just brushed against the demon’s armour. The demon wasn’t fazed and just disarmed her.

The demon easily dragged (Y/N), who was struggling against it’s grip as it pulled her to the ancient bed in the room.

The demon threw her onto the dusty bed.

(Y/N) landed on her back which caused the dust that had collected over the years exploded into the air.

The demon was now on top of her ripping off her clothes. (Y/N) continued to struggle against the demon but it only delayed what was going to happen.

Now she was naked in front of this monster.

The demon hovered over her, examining her naked body. (Y/N) tried to covered her body but the demon pinned her arms above her head. Once she couldn’t move anymore, (Y/N) was looking anywhere apart from the demon the above, trying to zone out.

The demon tumbled around for a moment.

As (Y/N) was trying to zone out she felt something nudging at her folds.

“No!” She screamed as the demon penetrated her.

It was agonising.

The demon started to trusting soon as it was inside of her. There was too much pain for her to try zone out it was the only thing she could force on.

(Y/N), who had her eyes screwed since the demon had entered her but now her eyes were open staring at the motionless metal face above her with those horrible yellow eyes. Looking into those eyes filled her with rage. She was a demon hunter! Her job was to kill this monster forcing it’s self on her.

Out of angry (Y/N), head-butted the demon.

That seemed to catch the demon off guard giving her enough time to escape.

(Y/N) rolled off the over the side of the bed, doing her best to ignore the pain coming from the lower half of her body.

On the floor next to the bed (Y/N) spotted her weapon at the end of the bed.

‘So that’s where you went,’ She thought as she dashed for the weapon.

By the time she had gotten the weapon and was on her feet again the demon was also back on it’s feet.

Ignoring the fact she was naked, (Y/N) took her fighting stance.

The demon had also retrieved it’s sword.

There was a moment of stillness before they lunged at each other, weapons clashing against each other.

During the battle, (Y/N) spotted an opening in the demon’s defence. Not thinking about consequence, (Y/N) slashed upwards with her weapon striking the demon on it’s face.

The demon seemed to be stun by the attack so the demon hunter made a dash for the door behind the demon.

Only if the world was fair.

(Y/N) felt a tug on long (H/C) locks and then was she thrown backwards, right into the bedpost which winded her.

(Y/N) wheezed as she tried to get her breath back. She heard the heavy footsteps of the demonic knight. It now stood in front of her but didn’t make a move. (Y/N) searches the floor around them to see any way out now that’s when spotted something on the behind the demon.

There were two items lid on the floor. On a second look, the items were the demon’s face. The demon was wearing a mask this whole time! How ugly was the demon if it was wearing a mask.

(Y/N) slowly looks up to see what the demon truly look like. And what she saw was not what she was expecting it was much more terrible.

Staring down at her was a face that was familiar to her.

‘Dante!’ Her mind shouted. ‘No, Dante would never wear his hair like that,’ She told herself.

There was only one other person that shared Dante’s face but he was struck… in the Underworld…

“No,” She whimpered when she realises the mostly like possibility but she didn’t want to accept it.

(Y/N) just continued to tremble as demon reached out for her. She allowed the demon to drag her back to the bed.

Now laying back on the ancient bed with what remains of the man once called Vergil, with those pure red eyes held no resemblance to the man she once admired just a lifeless vessel used to see.

(Y/N) closes her eyes once more as allowed the monster to take her once not finding the ;energy to fight back more.

#dmcweek #dmcweek2020 #dmc #devil may cry #dmc nelo angelo #nelo angelo #dmc vergil #vergil x reader

[queenmuzz]

Who’s up for an angsty Dadgil AU?

Since @la-vita‘s AU popped up, I kinda felt like I should add my own version, kinda inspired by that one, and also by discord chat.

So, Vergil after being tortured and being forced to submit, spends years as a servant of Mundus, as Nelo Angelo.  But Vergil is still inside, still fighting, so Mundus, being the ass hole he always is, burrows into Vergil's mind, attempting to find a crack to exploit.  The first was his mother, so Trish was created.

The second was his son, Nero.  Mundus has his agents kidnap the boy, and raises the boy as his own, in secret.

So, when Vergil attempts to break free from his mental cage, Mundus plays his trump card.  “My faithful servant” he says with obvious sarcasm,  “I have a most critical task for you.  I wish you to be the bodyguard to my... son” and then with a flourish, reveals the boy.  Nelo, if he still had a voice, would have screamed in agony.  He knows just by the hair and the eyes who the child is, and he despairs as Nero refers to Mundus as his father.  But, he has been given a cruel gift, the ability to protect his son, even if the boy will never know who he is.

Despite being raised by demons, Nero's humanity still shines through.  He doesn't know why this giant metallic demon can't talk, but he feels that he can trust him.  He also notices that Nelo seems to experience some sort of pain when he refers to Mundus as his father, so he stops talking about him, because he doesn't want Nelo to hurt.  He's always been a lonely child, not fitting in with the other demons, and even Mundus seems distant to him, so Nelo, even if he can't speak, seems to be closer to him than anyone, quite possibly a friend.  Vergil, for his part, keeps him safe, and listens to the boy, relieved that his human nature of kindness overpowers any treatment Mundus has inflicted on him.

But, of course, Mundus puts his diabolical plan into motion.  Nelo has been ordered to put down an uprising, but while successful, he was too slow.  After he returns, he is summoned to an audience with Mundus, where he finds Nero, being restrained.  Vergil's blood runs cold.

“Nero,” Mundus's voice rumbles with barely disguised glee, “Nelo Angelo has failed to complete the task within the time I given him.  I will show him what happens when I am disobeyed”  And with that, he has Nero whipped by his minions until his back is shredded and bleeding.  Vergil stands there, unable to do anything, but not because because he's being controlled.  He's watching his son being tortured, agonizing because if he interferes, Mundus will punish the child even more.

Nero screams for it to stop, he's trying to say he's sorry, he begs his father for it to stop, but oddly enough, instead of thinking of Mundus, he thinks of Nelo.  His silent guardian is supposed to protect him, why isn't he?

After an agonizing period of time for the both of them, Mundus orders the punishment to be stopped, and he 'generously' allows Nelo to take the boy to be cared for.  Vergil holds his sobbing child close to him, attempting to give what little silent comfort he can, as the child's demonic blood allows him to heal.

But, their relationship has been forever altered.  Vergil is now terrified what will happen the next time he disappoints Mundus, or when the God-Emperor feels like tormenting the both of them. And Nero?  He grows distant with his guardian, much to the latter's sadness.  After all, why hadn't he protected him, that's what he was supposed to do?  Vergil suffers the estrangement in silence.

But after a long period of time, Vergil is surprised when Nero appears, holding something behind his back. “I'm sorry I've been really mean to you lately” (Vergil disagrees, it is he who should apologize, his son is blameless), “but I found something in the wastes, something that tells me it belongs to you”

And after a quick check to see if they're being watched, he presents a sword hilt, beautiful despite having the blade shattered.  Vergil takes it with trembling hands. She has suffered as well, he's failed her, and yet.... she still calls to him, still has a sliver of power contained in her.  A thought appears in his mind, and he buries it deeply, terrified Mundus may come across it.  He doesn't have much time to put his plan into motion.

That night, as Nero sleeps, Vergil takes a tattered piece of cloth, and using the jagged edge of the katana, he writes a message with his his own blood.

The next time he and Nero are alone, he takes the child out, far from the sight of anyone, and places the cloth in his son's hands.  The boy looks confused, and that only intensifies as Nelo holds him tightly. But it feels so right, so good.

Vergil clutches both the hilt, and his amulet, attempting to located its twin, his twin. And with a familiar pair of slices, he's created a portal, a portal to safety for his son.  But not for himself.  Before the child can protest, he grabs him by his shirt, and throws him into the rapidly shrinking portal, followed by the hilt.  Perhaps in time, his son will find a way to repair it. He can hear his son's cries of “Nelo!” fading until the portal snaps shut.  Satisfied that he has done all that he can do, he returns to his Master, knowing the punishment will be excruciating. Although he knows that he faces agonizing pain and possibly his soul being obliterating for his betrayal, he is is unafraid.  His son is safe, and that is all that matters.

Dante is in the middle of eating a slice of pizza, feet on his desk, content that he's able to pay the electric bill this month, (although Lady's debt is another thing altogether) when this demonic portal appears in his office, and before he can pull out Ebony and Ivory, a screaming child, and the clatter of metal on hardwood pour out, before it snaps closed.

He puts his weapons away, not feeling that the kid poses a threat, as the little guy cowers in a corner, murmuring “why...Nelo...why?” His eyes are drawn to a tattered blue scrap of cloth left on the floor, although faded, it was a familiar shade of blue.... it can't be... he picks it up, and reads the message:

Dante, this is your nephew.

My son.

Take care of him.

My Nero, I'm sorry.

And as he looks at the remains of the  familiar looking hilt, and and the shuddering kid, who stares at him with piercing blue eyes, his blood goes cold, and his mouth goes dry...

Well Shit....

#devil may cry #dadgil AU #I'm sorry #Edited because I'm an idiot #And I don't know how to properly tag people #Apologies

[the-cooler-king]

I forget what I was reading but it was definitely some readerxVergil fic and it was probably here, but it kinda touched on the fact that when Vergil talks about losing everything, not having the power he needed, he is talking about Dante.

Ok hear me out. Ok. Listen. Guys. Ok thanks. So, vergil and dante were hmmmmm like ten when their mother was butchered, their home was destroyed, and they had to separate and run for their lives. Dante took the 'easy' way out and hid himself away as Tony Redgrave, yall know the lore better than me. Vergil felt himself strong enough to keep his name and not hide from Mundus, but I think thats more false bravado than anything. He most likely knew where dante was, i dont fucking believe the text for a minute. He knew where his little brother was and what he was up to BUT DIDNT REACH OUT TO HIM even though they're definitely stronger together than apart.

So why? Vergil has so much pent up anger by the time dmc3 shows up but it feels very... childish. Not to say it isn't valid - we don't know it at this point, but he's been hanging on the last memory of his family for like ten years (and ten years is HALF OF HIS LIFE at that point, its an eternity) which has been his mother abandoning him to save his dipshit little brother who is undeservingly the favorite. And the house burned and she died anyway. Vergil, a child, a simple baby at this point, gets angry that not only did his mother fail to protect them BOTH, but that he couldn't find the strength to go and face those demons to save his brother. He was like ten and angry he couldn't fist fight a bunch of other worldly creatures. I get it dude.

But that desperation shows through anyway in his unwillingness to let Dante go. In his time of greatest need, he is able to reach out to his brother - he can't ask him to help, because Vergil is too lost in Nelo Angelo to even think about needing help, but he allows his brother to 'kill' him and take the amulet he spent an entire game trying to kill him for. Vergil has only ever wanted to protect his brother, its the only thing he can do now, but he's never been strong enough to admit it and he's never had the power to execute it properly.

It burns me up inside that yall wanna write incest about these two when the BURNING BROTHERLY LOVE RUNS DEEPER THAN ANYTHING............. LIKE..... DANTE REACHED OUT TO SAVE VERGIL AFTER HIS BROTHER WAS A DICK FOR AN ENTIRE GAME AND VERGIL REJECTED IT BECAUSE IT DIDNT FIT HIS STANDARD OR WHATEVER.......... AND VERGIL STILL SOUGHT HIM OUT TIME AND AGAIN FOR HELP..... EVEN IF HE DIDNT REALIZE IT.......... IM CRYIN

#Dmc #Vergil #Dante #Tag it as a ship and ill eat all your potatoes.... i mean that in a nefarious way #But like WHERE is the recognition for that writer. #The admission that dante was the most important thing in vergils life knocked me out #Like holy shit op you're right #Dante jokes about it but he'd admit it before his big brother would lol #They're like. Sokka and katara to the max. Vergil wishes he was sokka.

[zenithlux]

Cadence 34

Catch up on the story here!

Sorry it took so long! This chapter needed some time to stew. Hope you enjoy ^^

I become one with my demon My dark side keeps me alive Become one with my demon Let the beast outside of my mind There are two sides to everyone I have become one With my demon

Stitched Up Heart - My Demon 

 Raijin was fighting harder than Vergil expected him to. Every strike seemed aimed to kill, though they were slow enough that Roxy could dodge far enough away to avoid them. Vergil soaked what he could as he fought Raijin himself. The dragon clearly didn’t expect him to fight, and certainly not as a cat of all things. But fight Vergil did, using every trick in the book to keep Raijin away from Roxy. 

When Roxy did fire back, however, nothing fazed the dragon. He ripped arrows out like they were nothing, even ones that embedded into what should have been his heart. Vergil knocked him down, but he kept getting back up. Roxy threw whatever ice she could, but Raijin brushed those off too. 

How can someone like him be nearly invincible? It didn’t make any sense. Had Mundus imbued him with some kind of power? Even as Nelo Angelo, Vergil hadn’t been impenetrable, and he’d been in a suit of armor. Raijin had a few scales and electricity. A strike to the heart should have killed him. 

“Maybe that’s the secret,” Roxy said. “He doesn’t have a heart.”

Vergil thought she was being metaphorical - and he wouldn’t disagree - but he quickly realized she was serious. A heart is the center of a demon’s power. Had Mundus taken it? If that were the case, then how was he still moving? As far as Vergil knew, even Mundus didn’t have the power to raise the dead. 

“My heart is inconsequential,” Raijin said. “Another demon is strong enough to fuel me.”

“Mundus did to you what my father did to me,” Roxy said. 

“My brother was a fool,” Raijin said. But his gaze softened as if a part of him didn’t believe it. “He gave up everything for a human… for you. His pseudo-immortality, his life, gone in an instant. The form he took was a simple shadow of his old self, bound to your body.”

“That isn’t true,” Roxy said. 

“And how would you know?” Raijin said. “You don’t remember a thing.”

“I remember enough,” Roxy said. “Kuro was still himself, all the way to the end.” 

“He was nothing."

“You don’t believe that.”

“How would you know what I believe?” Raijin said. “How could you possibly understand?”

“My sister died in the same crash that should’ve - that did kill me,” Roxy snapped. “She didn’t get a second chance. She didn’t get a demon’s heart. She’s the one that lost everything, not Kuro.”

“A fragile human life is unimportant,”

“Then why haven’t you killed me?” Roxy pressed her hand to her heart. “This is why right? Because I’m all that’s left of him.” 

“Enough.”

“He still lives,” She said. “He’s still with me, even though…”

“I said enough!” Raijin shouted. 

“And you see it too!”

Raijin lunged. Lightning crackled off his form. Vergil leaped as high as he could go, brandishing his claws.  

Mere seconds before they collided, a wall of ice shot up between them. Vergil pushed off from it, landing beside Roxy as if that had been the plan all along. Raijin slammed straight into it, hitting the ground with a sickening thud. Roxy grunted as she stumbled. Her hand grabbed her arm as ice seeped up her skin from her fingers. The wall shattered as Raijin pushed himself to his feet. “His power is wasted on you,” He said. “Your fear holds you back.” 

But Vergil could feel something else. Some deep, rumble of power that radiated through him. He shuddered, looking up at her. She grimaced, staring at Raijin as the ice crawled further up her skin.  “Vergil,” She said. “I can’t…” She glanced behind her, then back at Raijin. “I can’t…”

“Of course not,” Raijin said. “My brother’s power will eat you alive.”

Why was he provoking her? Raijin had done this before but Vergil still didn’t know why. Mundus wanted her dead, and Vergil was positive he could hold on to her if she did transform. So what was Raijin’s goal? Did he want her to embrace it? That couldn’t be. Mundus would know if Raijin was trying to get around his commands. Did he want her to kill him? That was a very real possibility. He fought because he had to, but if he found a way to end his life without doing it himself…

“Just give up,” Raijin said. “You’re too weak.”

Her eyes flickered a pale blue. “Kuro believed in…”

“And his belief was clearly misguided,” Raijin said. “He left everything to you. And here you are. Dying a slow and painful death.” 

She cried out, dropping to her knees. Ice seeped up her cheeks. Alarmed, Vergil shifted to his human form and reached for her. “Hold on,” He said. 

“Better let him go,” Raijin said. “Or he’ll die with you.”

Vergil reached through their link, trying to push back the ice, but to no avail. It was spreading quickly now, with jagged lines closing in on her eyes as they shifted to Kuro’s own. Her breathing was heavy. Vergil could feel her fighting back, but it was a losing battle. “You have to accept it,” He said. “You have to transform.”

“But...”

In the blink of an eye, Raijin was there, hand around Vergil’s throat. He reached for it, wrapping his hand around Raijin’s wrist as he tried to transform and slip away. But it failed when a pulse of electricity wracked his body. “Stop!” He heard Roxy yell through his haze. Another strike nearly knocked him out cold. Air struggled to reach his lungs. Darkness filled the edges of his vision. 

His human form was powerless, just as it had been all those months ago. 

A blast of ice slammed into Raijin’s chest. He skidded backward, not letting go of Vergil’s throat. But Vergil’s own strength swelled inside him. He twisted Raijin’s wrist, and a resounding crack echoed in his ears. Raijin ripped his hand away, swearing before another blast knocked him off his feet. Vergil pulled back, wincing as his vest tightened against his chest. He sucked in a breath and glanced at his hands. They were bigger now, and he knew with a quick swipe through his hair that he was himself again. “Roxy.” He turned as a flurry of ice swirled past him. Ethereal wings emerged from her back. The ice turned to scales. Hands turned to claws. Her eyes narrowed into draconic slits. 

“Don’t be afraid,” Vergil said as he reached for her. “I’m here.” 

The katana dropped at his feet as Roxy darted forward. She slammed into Raijin, nearly tossing him off their makeshift platform. Vergil grabbed the katana as more demons crawled up from the pits. He sliced through two, surprised when they actually vanished. He glanced at the sword - it is imbued with her power - and leaped into the fray. The demons fell without much fanfare, and it might have been a disappointment if he didn’t feel Roxy still tugging on his mind. As he stabbed another demon, she glanced back at her. Raijin had his own wings out now but hadn’t fully transformed. Ice protruded from various body parts, including one in his chest, but still, he fought on. 

But Roxy… Vergil felt another tug as she threw more ice Raijin’s way. She was trying to tell him something, but Vergil didn’t know what. Her thoughts were sporadic, mixing between kill and stop with a million things in between. Her claws wrapped around Raijin’s neck, slamming him to the ground. 

Another tug. 

Stop. 

Her second set of claws dug straight into his stomach. Raijin howled as he struggled to escape. Blood pooled around him. 

Another tug. 

Help. 

Vergil darted forward, stabbing the blade through Raijin’s chest with enough force to pin him to the cement. Then, he turned on Roxy as she pulled her hand away. Her pupils were gone, replaced by a light blue glow. She didn’t move, but Vergil could feel that a part of her wanted to. Kill. Kill. Kill. But the rest of her was holding back, fighting her new demonic self. “It’s alright,” He said reaching for her. She pulled away, and Vergil could feel her shame. 

I can’t…

“Yes you can,” Vergil said. “Kuro entrusted this power to you. Do you think he would have done that if he didn’t believe in you?”

She stared blankly at him but didn’t move when he reached for her cheek. “It’s alright,” He repeated. “You’re safe now.” He paused, and then, “I will keep you safe.” 

The ice dispersed. He wrapped his arms around her to keep her from a hard landing. Her eyes cleared. Her hair returned to normal. Her breathing was heavy, but her heart maintained its expected pace. She buried her face into his chest with a quiet sob. Vergil wasn’t sure if it was out of fear or sorrow. He supposed it didn’t matter. 

“You have to stop him.”

She looked up as Vergil glanced back. Raijin was staring at the sky, docile and complacent. He hadn’t even tried to remove the sword, even though he would be more than capable. “Mundus,” He continued. “He made the portal, but his demonic body won’t last long out here. He needs a body… and he wants you.” 

“Vergil!” 

Nero ran out from the buildings, hopping the gap with ease. He didn’t even spare Raijin a glance. “I… I messed up.”

“What?” Vergil said as Roxy dropped to her feet. 

“That bastard…” He took a deep breath to steady himself. “A demon kept saying Kyrie’s name, so I thought they had her.” Guilt crossed his face. “I fought as many as I could but… well…” He sighed in frustration. “There were just too many.”

“But you’re here now.”

“Dante saved me,” Nero said. “I assumed it would be child’s play for him but…”

“But?”

“He’s gone, V,” Nero said. “Him and all the demons he was fighting just… vanished.”

“Did you see a portal?” Roxy said. “Maybe Mundus…”

“But Dante can fight that asshole, right?”

Vergil frowned. He should be able to. Vergil knew from experience that Dante’s energy was limitless, possibly even more so than himself. And his demonic form was possibly more powerful than even their father’s had been. But if he’d been caught off guard… if one thing had gone wrong…

“You need to go,” Roxy said. 

“He’ll…”

“No,” She said. “You don’t know that for certain.” She turned to face him and pressed her hand against his chest. “He needs you. The full you. Not this… shadow of you.”

“Roxy…”

She shook her head. “I’ll be fine. Stopping Mundus is more important than my…” She trailed off, but the word didn’t need to be said. “Promise me you’ll end this.”

“If you let him go now, then how do you know Mundus won’t just call him back?” Nero said. 

“He can’t,” Raijin said. “Her contract broke his own. But it won’t stop him from trying.” He turned his head to stare at Vergil. “Can you resist his onslaught long enough to kill him.”

“I’ll have to,” Vergil said. “But I can’t abandon you.”

“Dante needs you,” She said with a small, sad smile. “Go.” She pressed a bit harder against his chest. “I release you, Vergil.”

A sharp snap echoed in his ears as a moment of pain slammed into his chest. Roxy’s legs gave out, and he barely caught her before she crumbled completely. “You foolish woman!” He snapped as her heart began to slow. “You won’t survive without...” Me. 

But she just smiled, brushing his cheek with the back of her hand. “Go,” She whispered as her eyes closed. “Please… don’t let Kuro’s death be… in vain.” 

Vergil pressed her hand back to his chest. “Call me back.”

Oh, Nelo… 

He flinched. “Roxy.”

Her eyes glazed over as her heart slowed.  A deep chuckle echoed in his head. You can’t even save her… the woman you love. How unfortunate.

“Go,” Raijin said as he ripped the sword from his chest. As he forced himself upright, he tossed it at Vergil’s feet. “My brother’s power is still harbored in that sword. It will be more than enough for you.”

“And I’m coming with you,” Nero said. “No one gets the better of me.”

The pain in his chest was almost too much to bear. She was dying before his eyes, and there was nothing he could do about it. He couldn’t take her to Mundus, and who knew how long she could hold his real form? No… this was the only way. And Roxy knew that. Roxy…

Come to me, Nelo, and we’ll finish this nonsense. 

Vergil reached for her sword. Then, he pressed his lips to her forehead. “I won’t let you down,” He whispered as he lay her on the ground. “I promise.” In a flash of light, his demonic form returned. All his emotions slipped away, replaced by pure, undeniable fury. 

He would win. No matter the cost. 

Her death would not be in vain. 

#zenni-writes #cadence #update #dmc #fan fiction #dante #vergil #nero #vergilxoc #vergilxroxy #Mundus

[spirit-of-the-void]

Hello darling! Could I pls get the boys (Dante, Vergil, and V) having a nightmare about their s/o sacrificing themselves to protect them and waking up and just holding their beloved while being comforted? A good dose of angst and comfort pls! 🌸

You guys are spoiling me with these lovely asks HURT COMFORT IS MY JAM

~Dante~

-On the list of his fears, the idea of you sacrificing yourself for him was at the top.

-You were his sunshine, the light of his life, his everything. Your safety was his first priority, but he knew what you were like. So dedicated and self-sacrificing already, the chance of something like that happening was so…frighteningly real.

-When the dream begins its so painfully realistic. A scenario he has been in before, demons attacking and him fighting.

-In the dream he doesn’t pay attention for one moment and you take a hit for him, your precious body practically cut in two by the blow.

-The blood, the look on your face as you die…it’s too real, too raw, and its agonizing to watch.

-When he finally jolts awake he’s gasping and sweating, panic still fresh in his mind as he looks around the room you all share.

- His gaze immediately darts to you next to him in the bed, a slow breath of relief coming from him at the sight of you sleeping quietly, completely intact and light snores filling the air. Your hair looks messy from sleep, shirt riding up a bit and face so peaceful…christ, he wanted to protect you.

- He can’t help himself, he immediately pulls your sleeping form into his arms, holding you close and inhaling the smell of your hair. The familiar scent of your shampoo helps root him in reality, as does the sensation of you stretching and letting out a low grumble in his arms.

-He didn’t mean to wake you, but you woke up anyway. You were accustomed to his nightmares by now, so you could tell something was up just by the way he had you against him.

- “Baby…?” You murmur, nuzzling your head into his neck, “You okay…?”

- He let’s out a light grunt in response, stroking his hand through your hair as he replies, “Just…a dream. Bad dream. I’m so sorry I woke you up, sunshine.”

- “S’okay…I like waking to your beefy man arms.” You smile against his neck, settling contentedly against his chest. That makes him chuckle, body relaxing more as he presses kisses to your hair.

- “Go back to sleep, sweetheart.” The devil hunter tells you, settling you both back on the bed and rolling you over till he was spooning you.

- You frown stubbornly, “Not till you’re okay.”

- “I am okay, baby. Promise. Scouts honor.”

-You definitely don’t believe him. By the slightly shaky tone he still had, and the way his heart pounded…He was still shaken by whatever it was he had dreamt of.

-You had an inkling of what his dream was about just due to the fact he woke up and immediately had to hold you.

-So you roll back over, pressing your lips to his in a light kiss and practically molding yourself to him. Legs tangled, arms around his neck as close as you could get.

- “Hey babe?” You hum sleepily, peppering kisses to his jaw, “I’m not going anywhere. Promise.”

-He let’s out a light sigh of relief at that, smiling a little in the dark as he wrapped his strong arms around you.

- “I know, sunshine.”

~Vergil~

- If there was anything the son of Sparda was used to, it was nightmares.

- He had bad dreams for a very long time, a combination of demon attacks and his mother’s death haunting his sleep for years. The time he spent as Nelo Angelo was at the top of the list of bad dreams he had, so sleep was often broken and restless.

- He grew used to those dreams. Those he could shake off on his own, knowing damn well that they were long past trauma.

- After meeting and getting so close to you, it brought forth a new brand of fear, one he wasn’t accustomed to.

- When he dreamt of you dying to save him, it shook him more than he was ever accustomed to.

- After a lifetime of untreated trauma and terrible experiences, you were a godsend in his life. His treasure, his heart, you took all the bad away and helped him change and grow.

- You were such a kind person, and the reality the dream presented was terrifying.

- The sight of your glassy gaze, covered in blood after stepping in front of an attack to save him…it makes him break inside a bit.

- When he wakes up he finds his head cradled in your lap, you stroking his hair and murmuring sweet nothings to him.

- His breathing is ragged, coming in panicked pants and gasps as he struggles to root himself in reality. You were alive, you were safe, you were touching him with those gentle hands and staring down at him with a mix of concern and soft adoration.

- “Doll…” He rasps, voice feeling strangely raw as he reaches up a hand to cup your cheek, “Please…tell me I didn’t wake you.”

- You smile at him, stroking those silvery locks away from his strong face as you reply, “Don’t worry about me…just relax. Everything is okay.”

- He doesn’t listen, slowly sitting up and pressing his hand to his forehead. You immediately wrap your arms around his neck from behind, letting out a soft sigh in his ear and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

- His heart is still racing, the image of you so raw in his mind that he can’t will it to slow. But he can feel you there, body soft and warm and your fingers tracing over his chest. That alone is a comfort, one he needs in his time of vulnerability.

- You sit there with him for a few moments, gently holding him and trying to comfort him in any way you can. You had woken when you heard him grunting in his sleep, muttering your name until it came out in panicked gasps.

- You knew he had nightmares a lot, but never this bad.

- “Tell me what you need, baby,” You murmur to him, pressing your lips to his neck over and over, “I’m right here.”

- He lets out a low breath at your tone, turning and pulling you into his lap so he could tuck you comfortably against him.

- “…Promise me something, my doll.” He murmurs against your hair, voice softer than you had ever heard it.

- “Anything, love.”

- “…Never sacrifice your safety for me.”

- The request is so broken sounding, so specific that you guess right away what his dream was about. So you stretch your arms up like a cat so you can wrap them around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss.

- “Promise,” You mumble against him mouth, enjoying the feeling of his arms snaking around your waist to hold you there, “Now lie down with me again…you need sleep.”

- He let’s out a low rumble, closing his eyes and leaning his head on your shoulder as he tries to will his racing mind to relax. He isn’t sleeping any time soon.

- “I wouldn’t hold your breath.” He grunts to you.

- You hum at that, tone taking on a bit of a purr as you roll your hips on him a bit. You immediately feel him register the suggestive action, sucking in a sharp breath.

- “Want to try tiring yourself out?” You murmur in his ear, hoping that some fooling around will help shake the dream off a bit.

- The words haven’t even left your mouth when he’s tilting you back on the bed, a low growl in his throat as you giggle hopelessly, feeling his hands already slipping into your night clothes.

~V~

- V, as a whole, had restless dreams whenever he slept. Usually, the feeling of you there brought him comfort and kept the bad things away, leaving him able to rest without being disturbed by flashes of memories and painful things.

- But the day had a scare to it that was fresh in his mind. You had almost been hit by a bad attack during a fight, and the image wouldn’t leave him. You had escaped death by mere inches, and it had shaken him to his core.

- Now in his sleeping hours, it remained in his mind, fresh and heavy. The scenario replaying in his dreams, only this time you didn’t make it out alive.

- It terrified him, seeing the attack meant for him hitting you instead, seeing your head roll off your shoulders and your body collapsing like a rag doll.

- He jolts into waking moments later, eyes wide and staring at the ceiling as panting gasps leave him. It was still night out, he could tell that much.

- He instinctively reaches an arm out to feel for you next to him, panicking when you aren’t there. Why weren’t you in bed? Where were you?

-He relaxes a bit when he hears your soft voice in the next room, talking to what seems to be Kyrie on the phone. He sits up, heart still pounding and holding his head in his hands in an attempt to collect himself.

-He doesn’t feel truly relieved until you walk into the room, a surprised look on your face when you see him sitting up in bed.

- “Darling, why are you up?” You ask with a soft smile, one that fades a bit once you see the look on his face. You immediately rush to the bed, wrapping your arms around him and holding him close as he buries his face in your neck.

- “What happened…?” You murmur softly, smoothing your fingers through his silken hair and listening to him breathe slowly and evenly in an attempt to calm himself, “Talk to me, V.”

- “A bad dream,” He replied in a breathy tone, closing his eyes and pulling you into his lap, “Not worth dwelling on. What did Kyrie need?”

- You kiss his cheek softly, leaning back to smile and play with the necklace around his neck, “Mmm…she’s restless this late into her pregnancy, Nero is still in Redgrave on a mission so she called me to pass some time.”

- V let out a little hum, resting his face on your shoulder and feeling himself relax now that reality was right in front of his eyes. You were like a life preserver, so warm and real and alive.

- “What did you dream of, love?” You murmured to him, akin to a coo as you brushed some of his black hair out of his face.

- He lets out a shaking breath, cupping the side of your neck with his slender fingers. The same part of your neck that had been cut by the demon’s attack in his nightmare.

- “What happened today has not left me,” He mumbles, voice still thick with emotion as he recalls both the real events and the dream, “The idea of you almost dying has left me…hurting.”

- You immediately feel a stab in your gut at his words, guilt and regret filling you as you remembered the fear in his eyes when the demon tried to strike you. Luck was on your side then, and you failed to realize how these things impacted V.

- “I’ll be careful next time,” You whisper, hugging yourself to him, “Promise. No more stunts like that.” You ached to see him so upset, all you wanted to do was hold him for a while and not let go.

- Your poet let out a light sigh, lying back and pulling you on top of him so he could stroke a hand over your chin and look at you. There was so much adoration in his eyes, it made your heart pound.

- “Stay with me, my sparrow,” He murmurs in that silken tone, thumb sliding over your top lip, “Make me realize that this is real and you are with me.”

- That tone, the look in his eyes…you catch onto what he means right away. You’re leaning down in the next instant, capturing his lips in a heated kiss as he rolls you underneath him.

- Your warmth, your skin, your soft touches…this is reality, and it helps bring him back from the rushing panic and allows you both to work off some steam.

#Dante #Vergil #V #dante devil may cry #vergil devil may cry #v devil may cry #dante x reader #vergil x reader #v x reader #fluff #head canon

[astral-space-dragon]

Tears of a Devil

This takes place after the events of DMC1. Dante hasn’t been around for a couple of weeks so out lovely baker decided to visit to see if he’s doing okay.

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It's been almost 10 years since you settled into Red Grave and you couldn't feel more at home. You knew the people who regularly stopped by your shop and they knew you. You always look forward to seeing Dante, Morrison and Lady whenever they decide to drop by. You knew what they liked to get. Every now and then, you like to send them off with a pie or a cake that you made that day. Just for them.

Lately though, Dante hasn't been… himself. The last time you saw him, it was in passing. He looked… broken. Sad. You heard through the grapevine that he had a big mission on some island somewhere and he hasn't been the same since. He hadn't been to your shop and that worried you. You decided to close up shop early and take a cab to visit him with a homemade lasagna.

When the cab pulled up to the shop, the first thing you noticed was the neon sign was switched off. Another red flag. He always has the sign on every night. After paying the driver, you walked up the stone steps and knocked on the door. No answer. You checked to see if it was unlocked. It was… so he was home. You took a peek inside the building, all the lights were off. Did he forget to pay the bills again?

"Dante?" you called out. No answer. You flipped the switch and the lights switched on. Okay… there is power.

Around the shop, there were old pizza boxes, beer bottles and garbage all over. Something was terribly wrong.

"Dante?" Again. Silence. You placed the dish on the desk and looked around for him. Your ears perked up at the sound of shuffling coming from upstairs. You crept up the stairs and stood in front of his bedroom. You knocked on the door.

"Morrison, I already paid the rent" Dante's voice cracked from the other side.

"Dante… it's me"

You were greeted by more silence. Then some shuffling. The door opened to reveal Dante in a baggy shirt and sweats. Has he… been crying?

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"I haven't seen you in the past couple of weeks. I wanted to check on you"

"Now you've seen me. You can go home" he snapped as he shut the door.

You were taken aback. Okay. THAT was out of character. You took a deep breath "Dante… what's wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong… just go away!" he shouted.

He's hurting. "Dante, please… I made lasagna for us to share. I'm asking you as your friend to come out. Please…"

No response. You sighed as you sat on the floor "I'm not leaving you alone, Dante. I'll wait here a year if I have to"

After 30 minutes of silence, the door opened once more. You remained on the floor, looking up at Dante.

"You stayed…" he observed.

"Of course, I did"

Dante sighed "Come on. Let's eat that lasagna you brought over"

You walked with Dante down to the kitchen. Luckily the lasagna was still fresh. After serving the lasagna (making sure Dante got a big piece), you dug in. After a couple of bites, you noticed Dante hadn't even touched his.

"Dante?" you called out wearily.

He picked up his fork and stuck it in the sauce. His hand began to tremble and he put the fork down. He began to shake all over, as if he was holding back tears.

You placed your small hand on his much larger one and in an instant, the floodgates were opened. The half-devil began to sob uncontrollably.

You shot up from your chair and rushed to his side "Dante?! What's wrong?"

Dante didn't even try to respond. He only continued to cry and all you could do was be by your friend's side. You rubbed a soothing hand on his back, allowing him to let it all out.

Soon, the tears came to a stop and his breathing evened out a bit. You pulled your chair next to him and sat down "Talk to me…"

After collecting himself, Dante took a deep breath "I had a job… on Mallet Island"

You nodded "Yeah… you told me about that and how a woman that looked like your mother came to the shop"

He nodded and continued "She's a demon created by Mundus"

You nearly fell out of your chair "What?! For what purpose?"

"To try and get to me"

You sighed Of course Mundus would want to get at Dante. "What else happened there?"

Dante clenched his fist "There was this… demon called Nelo Angelo"

You remained quiet.

"He put up a hell of a fight. But, I eventually defeated him" trembled Dante.

Again, you said nothing.

"Do you… remember when I told you about my brother and what happened to him?"

You nodded "Yeah… you mentioned he fell into Hell---" you immediately made the connection "Oh no…"

Dante sniffled "It was Vergil… that demon was my brother and… I killed him… I killed my own brother…"

You could feel your heart breaking for your friend. Without any hesitation, you wrapped your arms around his head and let him cry on your shoulder. You felt a few stray tears run down your cheeks.

Neither of you said a word. Dante cried for the loss of the last of his family and you just held him.

#the quickest way to a devil's heart

[much-obliged-timothy]

Whumptober #22

Devil May Cry - #22 - Toxic

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Nero had been uncharacteristically quiet and distracted lately.

Vergil tried to ignore it. But Nero was beginning to make careless mistakes on jobs that always landed him with avoidable injuries. 

He’d been hoping to make Dante deal with it, but Dante had been called away for a few days to go help Trish. That left Vergil to either deal with Nero’s foolish blunders until Dante returned, or try to address it himself.

Loathsome as the endeavor would be, he knew he had to address it himself. 

He found Nero sitting outside, back resting against the trunk of a tree that offered him shade on the hot day. Vergil sat beside him, making sure to leave a gap between the two. Perhaps the emotional gap between them demanded a physical one as well. 

“Your performance has been lacking,” Vergil said without preamble. 

Nero snorted and shook his head. “Subtle. Yea, I know. I’ll work on it. If that’s all you came here to bitch about, go away.”

Vergil really didn’t want to have a personal chat with Nero, but his behavior could put them all in danger. “What could possibly be causing you to blunder so badly in fights?”

“Vergil, neither of us want to have this conversation,” Nero said. “You don’t actually care, and I don’t actually want to talk about it with you.”

The “with you” felt like a jab. Vergil tensed a bit, realizing that Nero probably did intend to talk about whatever was bothering him with Dante.

Because he trusted Dante. And he did not trust Vergil.

Vergil had given his most precious possession to Nero. Perhaps it was time he gave a bit more.

“Will you at least try to let me help?” Vergil said.

Nero was quiet for a beat longer than was normal. “You won’t be able to.”

“How do you know?”

“Kyrie asked me if I want kids.”

Vergil really wished he’d left this conversation to Dante. But he was in it now, and he refused to back out like a coward, regardless of how awkward he suddenly felt.

“And?” Vergil said. “You have those orphans you care for. What’s one more child?”

Nero glared at his hands where they rested in his lap. “Those kids aren’t biologically mine. They don’t have…”

“Have?” Vergil pressed when Nero didn’t finish.

“Have this.” Nero held up his recently regrown arm. “It’s like it’s…like it’s toxic. A curse. Our demonic heritage. It scares Dante. It drove you to do awful things. It caused me to lose Credo. How could I possibly have a child of my own knowing I’d just be putting them through the same thing?”

“The Sparda bloodline is a powerful one. You should be proud to be part of it,” Vergil said, his voice sharp.

“I never wanted power, Vergil,” Nero snapped. “I wanted a family. Which I didn’t have, because this goddamn Sparda bloodline destroyed it. While other boys learned from their fathers, mine was in the fucking Demon World chasing power he’d never get.”

Vergil couldn’t help but straighten his shoulders and glare at Nero. “I-”

“I don’t care.” Nero cut him off. “I just…” He raked a hand through his hair in frustration. “I can’t do that to a kid. I can’t drag them into a family of tragedy and hatred and a drive for power.” 

“Get over yourself,” Vergil said. When Nero opened his mouth to argue, Vergil cut him off this time. “You had a family. You had no tragedy, or hatred, or drive for power. If you haven’t dragged the orphans into that, how would you drag your own child into it?”

Nero clenched a fist. “What would you know about raising children?”

“Absolutely nothing, because I was Nelo Angelo while mine grew up without my past infecting him,” Vergil said.

They both sat in startled silence. Vergil had not expected to say that. Had not meant to say it. Had not even known that kind of thought lived inside him.

“It’s toxic,” Nero muttered again, looking at his arm. 

Vergil stood off, too embarrassed by his outburst to stay beside Nero. “It granted us all the strength to make us this far. It gave you the strength to save Kyrie.”

“It put her in danger,” Nero said.

“Perhaps.” He paused, thinking of his mother’s kind smile and warm embrace. “Regardless of the blood in my veins, I would’ve been a very different man had my mother survived to raise me. It is the people around us, not our heritage, that shapes us.”

He left, even more embarrassed. He was definitely leaving this kind of stuff to Dante next time.

But it…it pained him, to think Nero so despised being part of the Sparda bloodline. To think how something that should’ve strengthened him instead felt like a curse to him.

And it pained him to think of how proud Nero would’ve been of his bloodline if he’d only had a father there to teach him the strength in it.

#whumptober2022 #no.22 #toxic #devil may cry #fic writing #Nero Sparda #Vergil Sparda #dmc nero #dmc vergil #jtdoeswhumptober

[breezeinmonochromenight]

Eh, fuck it. I’m goin’ in (by request). 

In head actual canon, Vergil is written as a quintessential anti-villain, but later on also displays quite a few of the traits of a Byronic hero.

Anti-Villains usually have mostly good, well-meaning, or reasonable end goals (e.g. seeking power to protect themselves). However, their means of getting to those goals are pretty dark — usually anging from undesirable to evil. Alternatively, their goals may even be selfish or have long-term consequences for others that they don't care about, but they usually do have some good in them and would typically team up with the hero if their goals/means to achieve those goals didn't conflict with those of the hero or the hero’s ideals. (e.g. totally kill Arkham for being a traitor and a clown - not necessarily in the correct order - but still want to use your fancy new rotating Monopoly property to gain unspeakable power).

Byronic Heroes have strong passions regarding their ideals, but are nonetheless still deeply flawed individuals who may act in ways which are socially reprehensible because it is contrary to mainstream society’s beliefs. Byronic heroes are on their own side and have their own set of beliefs that they will not bow for. They will not change those beliefs for anyone. A Byronic hero is a character whose internal conflicts are heavily romanticized and one who ponders and wrestles with their beliefs and the struggle that comes with those beliefs. Vergil does exactly this by being a jade-colored glasses type cynic that has a dark and troubled past that he was shaped by. He even has the romantic element of this trope in the form of the mysterious tryst that produced his son.

Both of these are well-used tropes that can be used to add a lot of dimension to a character. And in this case, it is, and this is why people are interested in Vergil. The writers of DMC have pretty much stuck to this characterization to different degrees to reflect Vergil’s experiences — with him going from a straight-faced, no-nonsense, arrogant teenager with a ton of repressed emotional baggage in DMC3 to a slightly softer, more sarcastic version of himself in DMC5 that’s willing to win the age-old rivalry by default... a thing Vergil would never have done in DMC3. Ever. If one was to actually shut up and pay attention, they might pick up on just how big a deal these tiny little changes in behavior actually are as emotionally repressed as Vergil.

In the canon script, Vergil is actually a bit of a fucking brat in DMC3, and does not really give a shit about anything except his pursuit of power, and he pays dearly for the decisions he makes he makes as a jilted teenager at the end of the game. He cares about only himself at the beginning of DMC5 because he is finally fucking free of his Nelo Angelo prison, but he is dying and he is desperate and desperate people do desperate things. 

Whenever I see a very daft woman-child with clearly lot of hang-ups attacking people in fandoms and screeching nonsense, I often wonder ‘what went wrong?’. A weak sense of belonging is correlated to depression, and groups with shared interests, more often than not, do wonders for mental health. I also notice that women-children like this tend to make fun of other women and men (and they are men if they are in a certain age range - 18+ generally - manhood is not defined by who they are attracted to) and non-binary folks for ‘fawning’ over a character, I wonder just how fucking deeply sexually repressed you have to be in order to be this angry over other people expressing affection/shared interests in a fictional person.

I’m reminded of the time they mentioned those 3 background characters ‘fangirling’ over Gaston from Beauty and the Beast, because he was traditionally handsome guy and they, like the first time viewer, didn’t know just how awful he actually was. This doesn’t really have anything to do with the original topic, at all, so I also find myself wondering this person is projecting their anger issues onto random fictional characters again, and why they seem to have such a grudge against women or anyone they feel is completion/threat.

I’m also reminded that they clearly don’t understand Fight Club, either, or they wouldn’t be emulating Tyler Durden and using snowflake to describe both real people and fictional characters. They would get that the movie is a warning against hyper-masculinity and that, in calling things ‘snowflake’ in true Tyler Durden fashion, they create a very special type of irony where they externalize an idea about not being unique in order to create their own unique identity in opposition. 

I also wonder why they mention the whole Punisher thing at all, and just assume they’re raging because because their Twitter got suspended for death threats to politicians/harassing game devs/getting destroyed in political debates by actual fucking racists and Neo-Nazis that should have been fucking cake to clown on, because all this person can do is spew the same 5-7 insults and threats despite these people being legitimately horrible people. Then I move on, because this is all fucking ridiculous as is, and I realize that my thoughts are already gonna be long enough.

Lastly, I wonder what clown fuckers and monster fuckers have to do with Vergil in this context? Like at all? Regardless of my own personal preferences, I only see someone who is angry over other people’s sexual preferences and attraction because they don’t understand their own and going off on weird, unrelated tangents because of it. It makes me wonder if they would be angry if I expressed interest in space Nazis who are not attractive by conventional means and go about being complicit to mass genocide on a planetary scale while also actually committing patricide?  

Christ on a Bike.

*Sigh* I have to do all the heavy lifting, don’t I?

Might really is everything (to Vergil, because he sees it as a means to an end and the only to avoid being hurt again). And he takes this way, way too far and pays for it dearly.

Some people are too arrogant and too stupid to look past their own nose* and try to understand that people can make cataclysmically stupid decisions when they get pushed too far into a corner and see no other way out.

The way I see it, Vergil and Dante were already abnormal children that had a severely fucked up childhood — one that was defined by a horrific event they experienced from two separate, very different perspectives. Children are incredibly impressionable and their brains are like sponges — I could not imagine being scared and alone with something after me and having no one come look for me. It would scar me no matter what the explanation was. It’s reasonable believe that a 7-8 year old child who experiences something like that would grow up looking for a way to ensure it can never happen to them again, all while festering feelings of jealously toward a sibling who was shown (inadvertent) partiality on top of anger/betrayal because they didn’t understand why mom didn’t love them enough to come help. Kids can’t process trauma like adults, and this kind of shit mentally fucks children up in the real world for a lifetime. Traumatized minds don’t just ‘bounce back’ from something like that when given new evidence on a traumatic event — brains function like computer processors, but they aren’t just fixable like them. I’m sure if one was to actually look, they might actually see a fairly poignant message in all this.

People who are too arrogant often turn out not to be as smart as they think they are. If you’re excessively confident in yourself, you’re not going to listen to other people. (Note: Good job! this is ironic as fuck but the one line I didn’t have to edit!)

The only time Vergil smiles (& it’s a small, but genuine one — a grimace is literally the opposite of a smile and involves a frown, clenched teeth, etc.) is when he’s fighting Dante. This is because it is something he finally knows again — something that’s not part of a ~20 year long personal-made hell inside a suit of Angelo armor. There’s no real heat or tension in their DMC5 fights, and it’s comforting thing for both of them. Judging them for working out their shit this way is moronic because a.) they’re half-devil and don’t follow human social norms and b.) it’s a work of fiction anyway, you fucking numpty.

We don’t know if Vergil has remorse for the events he’s involved in because Vergil would not outwardly show remorse for raising the Temen-ni-gru or Temen-ni-gru 2: Horticulture Edition — that would be out-of-character for him. Any fan of the series should know this. However, if V is anything to go by (and he should be, because, y’know.. 👀), then yes, Vergil likely is remorseful.

The Abusive Parents trope is played with between Vergil and Nero, both with the loss of Nero’s arm and Vergil’s involuntary 20+ year absence because of his ownstubbornness and destructive decisions. Vergil did not know he even has a son and is emotionally constipated anyway, and Nero’s a hair-trigger hothead that wears his heart on his sleeve more than he is (probably even) aware of. Nero’s probably gonna be way too similar to teenaged Dante for Vergil’s tastes, and they’re gonna clash a lot, which creates drama intended to be entertaining for the audience.

Nothing says “I have fully missed the point” and “holy shit what went wrong in my life?” quite like someone arguing the same poorly researched 5-7 takes they have been arguing for like 6 months now on multiple social media sites. 

I saw this one Youtube commenter a little while back and I almost spit out my drink... I knew some people that didn’t like DMC5 were obsessively angry to the point of being totally fucking mental about people liking the game, but arguing in YouTube comments? Holy fucking shit that is another level of feral (and not the fun kind). I’d describe this person as a “cuck” or “bootlicker” but then I realize I’m not like 12 and don’t say the n-word on Xbox live, and that those insults don’t make sense anyway.

And this confusing shit, making me wonder what fucking game this person was playing?: 

If one is going to use a quote to end something, like, say, a legitimate character critique that is not steeped in the bias of their opinion, it makes the most sense to use a quote from something/someone like an objectively important literary work or author. Since Vergil is a Literary Boi™ and there may be “sci-fi / horror fangirls” reading this, I’ll throw a bone out to ‘em (since we’re at the end of this dog walk) and use a quote from Guy de Maupassant’s Le Hora et autres novelles fantastiques:    

“A sick thought can devour the body's flesh more than fever or consumption.”

For the unfamiliar: Guy de Maupassant (1850-1893) is often considered the father of the modern short story, and used pessimistic and disillusioned terms to depict the lives and destinies and interactions of the people and society as a whole in his stories. His short stories Le Hora and Diary of a Madman inspired the 1963 Vincent Price horror movie of the same name as the latter. Maupassant’s later life was heavily characterized by self-isolation and paranoia, and he penned his own epitaph before he attempted to slit his own throat with a letter opener and died in an asylum at age 42:

“J’ai tout convoité, et je n’ai joui de rien.”

I will let whoever reads this translate, and think, on that. 

—

(And no, no sources cited section because I’ve never been a particularly religious bitch.)

*It’s an idiom, don’t even try to spin that shit as anti-Semitic you absolute fucking loon.

#Long post #Dmc Vergil #DmC Dante #dmc #Devil May Cry #Devil May Cry 5 #DMC5 #Dante #Vergil #thephantomporg84 #derelict stranger

[skvaderarts]

Nightmares and "Nightmare"

Nightmares play an amazing roll in the Devil May Cry narrative.

I find it in interesting that in the original Devil May Cry, Dante had a hell of a time against Nightmare. Not to mention the fact that when he was consumed by that creepy pile of bones and slime that he would have to fight Nelo Angelo. I feel like this is some kind of internal fear that is mostly overlooked, especially considering the circumstances of the fight, Dante's history of nightmares and flashbacks to his youth, and how the events on Mallet Island went on there structured Dante's life after that.

And then when V fights "Nightmare" it's an even greater ordeal than it was the second time around. Dante went in with weapons and the physical powers needed to stand a chance against Nightmare, and he managed to defeat it after several grueling battles. V was the complete opposite. He went in unarmed, taken off guard, and tired with only a vague idea of what he was going up against in that wrecked church. And he didn't just defeat Nightmare... He conquered him.

I feel like this difference 1) cannot be stressed enough in the context of these two fights 2) have much more to do with the willpower, mindset, and strength of V and Dante as individuals. They are both incredibly strong people, but V's true strength comes in the form of his resolve and problem loving skills where Dante's comes in his combat and willingness to make very hard choices for the betterment of the world around him regardless of the negative impact that it has on him personally.

It's a difference of selflessness vs acceptance between Dante and V respectively.

Let me explain.

By the point in Visions of V's story that V encounters Nightmare, he already has Griffon and Shadow. Although powerful, they do not stand a chance against Nightmare and it is stated that although Mundus is Nightmare's creator, he himself could never bend the immensely powerful creature to his will. When V encounters Nightmare, he looks his greatest fears and criticisms in the face and acknowledges them, using this moment to take his opponent's core. But instead of destroying it, he gives it back to Nightmare and at the cost of great physical damage to himself, he forces Nightmare to bend to his will. He could have killed Nightmare, but he chose to command him. In his own words he says he did not gift the demon back its power, he "bestowed it" to show that he was in control.

When Dante fights Nightmare, he does so with the hope of destroying it like any other demon he encounters. But Nightmare's mind games are worse than any of its physical attacks. What better hell than the one we create for ourselves inside of our own minds? Why break down an enemy if they can do it to themselves. There is no wrong approach to dealing with Nightmare, only the simple understanding that much like their own issues, they must overcome him. Nightmare is a physical manifestation of everything that eats away at them. He preys on their self-image, vulnerability, and relationships with those close to them because that's more important and harmful to them than anything else.

The roll nightmare plays is as symbolic as it is interesting. Both Dante and V are literally fighting their worst fears in many respects and being forced to deal with them. V has to deal with the duality of not wanting to experience his nightmares any longer, but having to physically make them a part of himself in order to become strong enough to overcome greater challenges. Dante fights Nightmare on Mallet Island before and after defeating Vergil, and he is the last fight before facing Mundus. He does this after receiving Vergil's half of the amulet and unlocking the Sparda's true power. There is some interesting symbolism there.

Their differences do not make one of them objectively better than the other, but they highlight the fact that much like their coping methods and fighting styles, they handle things differently due to different viewpoints and experiences. Regardless of the situation they find themselves in, they are willing to make hard decisions and sacrifices in order to achieve their goals. Even though they are totally different as individuals, they have a lot in common. The major differences come down to personality and approach. They just have different ways of dealing with their demons. No pun intended.

I need to stop replaying DMC1 on the Switch at 3am.

But I have nothing better to do since my laptop hates me atm and I've been trying to fix it for almost a week so and I can't effectively work on my 150 prompts so...

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[beyondtheglasswall]

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       I’m not sure when I started walking. I just know I am. 

       Where am I going? Somewhere. I know where I’m going, but I don’t. 

       What am I doing? I know what I’m doing, but I don’t.

       I just keep walking. I keep walking. 

       Around me, I can see machinery. All kinds of machinery. I’m not sure what it all is for a moment.

       The Soreil. I recognize these hallways. This is the Soreil. 

       ... What am I doing on the Soreil? My mind doesn’t sit on that thought for long. I’m still walking. 

       Before I realize it, I’m somewhere else. A city of technology--Felion. Then I’m somewhere else again. A city of ancient principles and culture--Tenryosara. I walk through the Sharl villages. I walk through the living areas for the people. I just keep walking, walking, walking--my conscious mind stops taking in my surroundings as I go.

       I’m not sure when it happened, but I stop walking. I start processing where I’m standing again. Maybe it’d have been better if I didn’t, because as soon as I do, I know I don’t want to be here.

       I’m standing on a metal walkway. Below me is a sea--the Flask Sea. It looks like water, but it isn’t. I know it isn’t. I can fully recall what it is.

       I know I shouldn’t. I know how horrifying the sight is, but I end up looking into the water anyways. There are things in the water. Sacks, floating in the water. Suspended by a cable so they won’t float to the surface. The sacks look about the size of a person, and that’s because they are. My gaze goes beyond the sack, and I can see what’s inside one. A person--I don’t know them. I never did.

       I knew they won’t drown in this sea; rather, they can’t. It wasn’t designed for that. This ‘water’ is a solvent. A solvent for the human soul. The longer a person’s in it, the more their soul slowly deteriorates. And from it...

       Something breaks past the water’s surface. I see it clearly--a Sharl. A newborn Sharl. Born from a human submerged in this solvent. I see it flutter off, like an infant wandering around for the first time. How many had this produced by now? How many more would they produce until they died? 

       All of that, underneath the water. If any of them awoke during it, for even a minute, what would they feel? Like they were drowning? Like someone was holding them under, until they couldn’t breathe? They’d feel like they were dying, but wouldn’t be allowed to.

       ... I feel sick. I don’t want to be here. I turn, and begin walking again. 

“Where are you going?”

       I stop. That voice... A part of me tells myself to not turn around. I turn around.

       I see a head of brown hair, with piercing eyes of the same color. In his usual attire, he stands tall, looking like a hero confronting a great evil. His deep, searing glare burns at me.

“Can’t stand looking at your own work?” I remember hearing that hatred from him. I almost can’t look at him. “Do you think you can walk away just because you have a guilty conscience?” 

       ‘It’s not like that.’ I say, but my tone doesn’t match my words.

“It is.” He starts walking towards me, fists clenched. “They didn’t get a choice--you think you should?”

       I involuntarily take a step back. ‘Delta, please.’ Listen to me. What happened at Felion, I didn’t know. It was out of my control. And when I realized, I did what I could to save them. We saved so many people--

“And what about the people you didn’t?”

       My blood freezes. Out of the corner of my eye, I feel like there are more sacks in the water than before.

       ‘I can’t save everyone. It’s not fair for me to expect myself to--’ 

       He comes to a stop, his foot stomping against the metal walkway. I hear the sound echo across the space around us. A few of the sacks bob idly, like balloons that had just been hit by a breeze.

“Don’t make excuses!” He’s shouting now. It feels louder than it is. My chest starts hurting. “You had me open the gate! I don’t care why or how, you did it! And as for that ‘we’ stuff...”

       I’m not sure when I realized I had it. I don’t think it was there to begin with. Something’s in my pocket now. I reach into it, pulling out something.

“That ‘terminal’ there. You used that to control me. There was no ‘we’ in any of this.”

       ‘I’m sorry. I didn’t know what I was doing then, but none of that matters now.’

“Like hell it doesn’t! You had to have known before we did! And you still kept going! Why?!”

       ‘It’s not that simple! We needed to do that! We needed to use Interdimend, or else--’

“Stop with the ‘we’! YOU didn’t need to do anything!!”

       ‘I DID!! If I hadn’t, everyone on the Soreil would have died! Cass, Nay, Kanon--they’d all have died! Everyone!’

“Stop pretending you did any of it for them!! You know exactly who you did it for!”

       ‘That isn’t--’

“You sacrificed hundreds of thousands of people! Innocent people! Men, women, children--and for what? For some girl who didn’t even know you?!”

       ‘We’d known each other for two years, you can’t just--’

“YOU knew HER! And you got it in your head you could help her, so you jumped in! It didn’t matter what risk there was--you just did it! And people paid the price, so that you could be the big hero--!!”

       STOP CALLING ME THAT!!

       Delta stumbles backwards, looking like he’d just been shocked. I didn’t realize I’d actually shouted. I realize the sea below is rippling, just from my voice alone. But Delta stands his ground. His teeth are gritted.

“You know it, don’t you. You can’t stand being called that. Because you know you aren’t one.” He starts walking towards me again. I didn’t see when he pulled them out, but now he’s holding the energy tonfas Sarly made. “You know exactly what you are.”

       ‘Delta. Please, stop. I don’t want to do this.’ 

       Earthes isn’t here. I can’t beat Delta in a fight. That should be the reason I’m backing away, but--

“You’re the same as them!”

       He’s running at me now. The tonfas converge together, forming a blade. He’s going to kill me. He’s going to kill me for everything. 

       ‘I’m--’

       Before I realize it, my hand’s instinctively raised. The terminal in my hands is on. And Delta freezes. 

       A puppet’s marionette strings are being pulled. It tugs against them, struggling to get loose and turn against the master holding them.

“I’ll never... give... up...!!”

       You said that last time. I remember. 

       The puppet keeps pulling. The strings can only give so much. The master can only let so much go before the puppet reaches him. 

“Agh... gah...!!” 

       Please. 

“Gagh...!!!”

       Just give up already.

“Ggh... AAAAGH!!!!”

       I hear the strings snap.

       Something hits the floor. It’s Delta, but it isn’t. It looks like him, but it isn’t anymore. 

       It’s just a body. A puppet that cut its own strings.

       I stand there, looking down at it. I only just realize I’m shaking. I feel sick. I shouldn’t be able to stand, but my body isn’t letting me fall to my knees.

       It’s wrong. I’m nothing like them. Nothing like her.

“But you are. Aren’t you?”

       I don’t need to turn to recognize that voice coming from behind me. My body turns anyways. My eyes perceive her anyways.”

“Taking over someone’s body for your own reasons?” My eyes can’t reconcile the image. Her appearance seems to shift, going between someone who looks like Nelo and someone who looks like Prim. But I know it’s Arytha. “That sounds pretty much like what I did.”

       ‘It wasn’t! You came to this world to hurt people! I came to help them!’

“No, you came to help ‘Ion’, just like how I came to save my sister. And we both ended up hurting people, didn’t we?”

       I say something, but words don’t come out.

“Oh ,just give it a rest already. It isn’t just me who deserves punishment after all.”

       I keep trying to talk, but there’s no sound. Suddenly, I realize there are ‘things’ flying all around me--

       Sharl.

“A few years in the Flask Sea sounds fair, huh?”

       I’m being grabbed from all sides. I struggle, trying to break free. I can feel myself being lifted off the ground. I’m panicking. I call out for help, but no one comes to help me. Arytha says something else, but I can’t hear it. I can’t even make out what’s around me at this point. I’m just being carried away.

       And then, I’m dropped. My body lands in ‘water’, and I go under.

       Panic fills every part of my body. This is it. This is how I’m going to die.

       I struggle, my instincts taking over. I flail my arms, trying to get above water, but I can’t. I feel like I’m being pulled under. Something starts wrapping around my legs. My lungs are burning. My arms keep flailing until something grabs them too. Something starts wrapping around me. I can’t keep holding my breath.

       I’m not sure why, but I my eyes start processing what’s around me.

       These other people in the sacks. I see Cass. Sarly. Shirotaka. Nay. Kanon. 

       I see everyone I knew on the Soreil. 

       ... I see Rin. I see everyone else I failed to save.

       Something covers my face. And as it does...

       I lose my breath.

       ... ... ...

       But I don’t drown. I just sit in the dark.

       I feel like I’m dying. But I can’t die.

       I just sit in this hell.

       ... Help.

       Someone, please help me.

       Someone, please!! 

       Please, help m--

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       It was probably the longest gasp of breath he’d ever taken. He sat there, coughing for a few minutes in the silence around him. His mind wasn’t processing what was going on around him. He just needed air. There wasn’t anything in him except some spit, but he hacked liked he’d just been pulled out from the water.

“Dream... dream, dream... dream...”

       He said it, as though he were trying to convince himself. His breathing began to settle, but not by much. 

       He sat there for a few seconds, only listening to the ambient noise around him. He was by himself. 

       Maybe it was because he was by himself that he felt something begin to run down his face. Something wet. Coming from his eyes.

       Once he’d realized it, he couldn’t stop it.

       Takuya could only try and fail to hold it back as he began to cry to himself.

       He wasn’t going to be falling back asleep anytime soon.

#;thoughts of the observer [drabble] #tw drowning #tw suffocation #tw death #tw death mention #[this was either going to be a drabble or a headcanon] #[this ended up spawning from my brain] #[whoops how did this get so damn long-] #[this has some Stuff in it so be mindful before you read] #[don't want to genuinely trigger anyone ;w;]