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ryanthel0ser · 6 months
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Dante's care for Nero is something that is so important to me
The absolute joy Dante has after learning about Nero is something I'm never going to get over.
"...though Dante really didn’t care one way or another - he’d never expected to earn actual money from a job that came from Lady, after all - and what he’d ended up finding in Fortuna was something that no amount of money could buy."
Even though he self-imposes this separation between them due to his own experiences with losing those he cares for (his mother, Vergil, several friends like Nell Goldstein), it doesn't bother him as much because he's just so relieved and happy to know he's not the last one. He still has family and that's what matters to him.
It's so obvious to us that in DMC5 Dante is doing everything he can to get Nero away from the whole situation because he doesn't want to lose Nero. Yes, fighting your father to the death is bad but I think it's clear Dante's true reason is that he knows Nero cannot win against Vergil. He doesn't want to even run the risk of putting Nero in danger, but V throws a wrench in that plan by bringing Nero and to make the situation worse, Nero's lost Devil Bringer.
It's not till Nero backhands him with his DT that Dante is forced to see that Nero can handle himself. He'll be okay. That comfort is what lets him go with Vergil to stay in the Underworld, he knows he doesn't have to worry about Nero.
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The two times we see Dante's actual level of care instead of the front he puts up is when he says Nero's name. The first is in DMC4 when he shouts for Nero in the Savior, which is the first time he ever says his name. We get that moment of fear, that "please be okay" that goes unspoken but is heard in the way he calls out Nero's name. The second time is when Nero stops Vergil and Dante and we get a "Nero?" It's a mix of shock, disbelief, and possibly some relief at seeing Nero exhibiting such power. I half-wonder if Nero's demonic presence that Dante had felt before had faded when he lost Devil Bringer and that this moment is the first time Dante is sensing it since then, and it's stronger.
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Seeing The DMC Guys Devil Triggering For The First Time Headcanons
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Dante X FemReader
Honestly it scared you at first
Was this seriously the same man that you had come to adore?
You were used to seeing him so carefree and you couldn’t deny...goofy. So it was just too big of a shock to see him differently than in the form you were used to. His human half the part he wanted everyone to see him as.
Though once you saw how your terrified reaction struck him and the sadness that came upon his transformed face you hurriedly comforted him.
Dante had accepted everything about you and your deepest darkest secrets. It was only fair to accept this half of him.
It didn’t take you long to become comfortable with his DT form and after awhile you could see features of his human form in his demonic side.
Plus he’s SUPER warm in his DT form.
Like he’s warm normally but think furnace when he transforms. 
Like grab the oven mitts just to touch him. Though he can control if he burns you or not.
So if he gets cuddly in DT form you will not be singed or burned to a crisp.
After the first time you kinda started expecting it and could tell when he was going to trigger. It became much easier to fight together as well as you learned his habits. 
You also helped Dante build his confidence in the Sparda blood in his veins as he struggled accepting who he is. You were proud of him and just because he isn’t fully human didn’t mean he didn’t have anything to offer towards you.
Dante is your everything in life and you his. And him looking different from time to time wasn’t going to change things.
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Vergil X FemReader
Vergil’s transformation honestly didn’t surprise you
He’s not exactly subtle about his demonic half.
So for the first time, while you weren’t surprised, you couldn’t deny that he was a little scarier in DT form.
It seemed like he could lose himself to the demon at any point if he so wished.
That being said you weren’t scared of him. Especially when you got used to his transforming.
Vergil has been through so much throughout his life and you couldn’t let this one thing keep you from staying by his side.
Vergil feels like everyone he has ever known and loved has abandoned him and you weren’t going to make him feel that way.
In DT form he is more animalistic so while urges he can normally control in human form become a lot harder to control.
So you aren’t shocked when he becomes more touchy feely. It does give you the confidence that he actually does have feelings for you. Though you don’t tease him about it.
He’ll deny it or get angry if you do.
Though you can’t help it sometimes he’s just fun to get a rise out of. 
So yes first time not shocked at seeing his demonic half but you never get bored seeing him transform.
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Nero X FemReader
You were completely and totally in awe the first time you saw Nero DT.
Unlike Dante and Vergil’s DT forms, Nero’s is more humanoid in looks.
You weren’t scared or nervous cause you just know Nero would never hurt you.
No, your first thought was wanting to touch that hair. Cause it was completely unfair that he have better hair than you.
He snorted when you told him that too but pulled you into a hug nonetheless.
Nero wasn’t shocked that you weren’t afraid of him. If it’s one thing he builds in relationships it’s trust and understanding.
You didn’t like secrets so he never kept his demon part hidden from you.
You weren’t ashamed of his hand or his powers so there was no way you were ashamed when you found out that he can transform.
You actually thought it was cool and told him so.
He blushed.
You acted like you didn’t notice. It would embarrass him.
Dante was proud when he found out that Nero finally told you and made sure you knew he could transform as well.
Though you love Uncle Dante his DT form wasn’t near as attractive as Nero’s.
When you told Nero that you could have sworn the next time he DT’d he was preening. Though he wouldn’t tell Dante what you said, the dork wouldn’t leave you alone or stop teasing Nero until he tried to kill said uncle.
It was like a party trick sort of when he would DT out of the blue just to entertain you. It was definitely something that became the normal and you were glad that he felt so comfortable in his second form around you.
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vampiriccreature · 1 month
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I think that Vergil has done even more horrible things that we don’t know about in his pursuit of power. Like what was he doing between the ages of 8-19? Atrocities beyond human comprehension is my best guest.
Vergil has shown time and time again to be so consumed with his fear and feeling of abandonment that he will push away anything that seems too “human” or “weak.” He pushed down his emotions and human half, only referring to himself as a demon. He pushed away Dante when he tried to save him at the end of 3, slicing his hand to make sure Dante couldn’t have a chance at grabbing Vergil and saving him. He ignored fear and survival instincts and fought Mundus despite having a full day of fighting and getting defeated by his brother already.
Vergil is not a smart character because he’s so irrational from his fear and greed. He wants power and he doesn’t want to be hurt. Yet it’s so self-destructive. His greed and desperate attempt to chase away his fear caused his downfall. So with this lack of rational thinking, who knows what he’s been driven to do in his past. He’s probably killed, hurt, and destroyed so much more then we know.
As we learned in 5 and Visiojs of V however, we know Vergil is really just a scared 8 year old boy who wants his mother to save him. He just wants to be protected and loved, a very human desire.
So when I think about the “what if” situation where Vergil knew he had a child, it makes me wonder what he’d really be like.
I don’t think he’d abandon Nero. He may push down his emotions and only focus on his pursuit of power but that all stems from his supposed abandonment as a child. So to do to his own kid what was done to him? Just doesn’t make sense. He may have periods where he’ll try to leave but he’ll always come back.
So driven by his own fear of what happened to him and recognizing that Nero is only 1/4th demon he would have Nero start training the MOMENT he could walk. He wouldn’t be a very emotional father, especially if it was just him. Maybe if raising Nero caused him to reconnect with Dante he would be forced to accept what happened to him and realize that Eva didn’t pick Dante over him. But even so, a lifetime of hatred, jealousy, and fear doesn’t just go away even if one discovers it was based in lies.
Vergil wouldn’t be a good father per-say, but if he knew he’d try his best in his own way. His own way being rigorous training and hard to communicate emotions but he’d try to make Nero feel protected.
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cerezzzita · 9 months
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🍓 ˖ . ᵎᵎ Confessions features Alcohol (Sometimes) ✦ Dante x gn!Reader
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⌕ summary: Dante and alcohol could be like water and oil — under no circumstances should they mix. Yet, at that night, it seems he's up to something with that drunk, big mouth of his.
notes: my god I'm nervous asf. um, hi y'all, guess who's back at writing after almost full 5 months of hiatus? that's right, we're back in action! i finally finished this little, silly oneshot that was rotting in my docs for... 7 months? geez, me and my lazy ass. anyways! i hope you all enjoy the reading! i wrote this with 4dante in mind but honestly, it can be any Dante, it's up to your imagination <3
⋆ 08/07/23 edit: i forgot to mention, but this fic was born thanks to this writing prompt, i just couldn't found it easily hehe
♡ word count: 1.125
♡ tags: fluffy, gender-neutral reader, no use of pronouns or reader's appearance description (you/yours used only), mentions of alcohol, drunk Dante (and he's sooo soft), Dante might be ooc sorry in advance, love confessions.
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ⓘ gif's not mine!!
Dante and alcohol could be like water and oil — under no circumstances should they mix. Truth be told, specifically that night was not one where you enjoyed a patient mood, especially with the drunken Devil Hunter lying on the worn leather sofa and every half minute calling you and even dropping occasional flirtations. You were now in the kitchen, dedicating yourself to washing a considerable amount of dishes while from the corner of your eye you watched Dante, posture still relaxed and with a smile easily more dancing than usual, making sure that he wouldn't do anything that would mean usual danger for a person guided by the lack of sense that alcohol usually provides. However, the brief thought swept out of your mind; it was Dante. The man had a natural, bizarre attraction to danger. 
That's when the handsome half-demon shook his head, his clear, icy-colored irises glazed over your back-to-back figure. Dante pouted for not getting the attention he wanted so much, then opened his mouth and verbalized his need.
"Babe," he began, loud enough that his voice scrambled from earlier hours' whiskey filled the short distance between them. You, however, sighed, determined to ignore him until he fell asleep from some miraculous, alcoholic effect.
Which was definitely not a good choice. Dante hated being ignored.
"Baaabe..."
"What is it now, Dante?" you answered over your teeth. He whimpered at such harshness.
"Don't be like that, loveee," he whined through his tone, "You're being a big meanie to me today, y'know that?"
"A meanie? Me?" your heels pivoted so that you were now facing him, one hand on your hips and your brow forming an arc of curiosity. "Why?"
Dante sipped the rest of a bottle of Jack Daniels, exhaling audibly at the end. Once again his typical smile grew at the corners of his mouth; you gulped, blinked and woke up to your somewhat glassy-eyed state attached in the Devil Hunter.
What exactly would it take for a man like Dante to be so attractive?
"Because I want attention," he replied, a simple retort that made the inside of your chest heave and your hand on your waist falter. Dante, although drunk, seemed to notice this act and widened the left corner of his feline smile even more. "And you're being a meanie 'cause you're not paying attention to me. Come here, sugar… I want smoochies."
At other times, you would chuckle and brush it off. It was common for you to deal with the half-demon on these alcohol-soaked nights, whether they were made up of flirtations and jokes or tears and outbursts — a part of you, even if momentarily, was grateful for the night's choice to be the first alternative. But something in Dante's tone alerted the part that was costing your frustrated attempts at concealment, the very same part that just now stirred just by witnessing his smile and the permanent gaze on you.
It didn't take that much clairvoyance to see the obvious: you were undeniably in love with Dante. A passion that you swore was, somehow, one-sided.
Your impatience melted away and the silence permeating the air of the place became metamorphic; from casual to uncomfortable. Dante tilted his head, waiting for an answer from you. You sighed, returned your focus to the last dishes and resigned yourself to drying them as a form of slight distraction.
"Dante, you're drunk."
He laughed briefly between words, "Tell me something I don't know, angelcake."
"You're talking nonsense."
"Maybe. But I still want some smoochies… Unless you don't want them, it's fine by me."
Once your work with the dishes was duly finished, you once again looked over your shoulder at him. Dante's lids drooped as the silent minutes passed by, his voice quieting, silver strands trailing across the back of the couch as he laid his head down. He was finally falling asleep.
You approached the half-demon's sleeping figure, uttering a 'tsk, tsk' which elicited a small chuckle.
"What do I do with you, Dante?"
The end of this night would be like that of many others, it would be up to you the arduous mission of putting Sparda's beautiful son to bed. Arduous for he certainly wasn't the lightest of beings and even though the habit made it look easy, your human muscles totally begged to differ.
Grunting as you struggled to carry him bridal style, you climbed the stairs to the top floor and with a little sacrifice managed to open the door to Dante's room. Before leaving him on the bed, babbling came directly from him, who now accommodated his face in the crook of your neck.
"Y'know, you're amazing…"
Subtly taken aback, you choose to listen to what the sleepy Dante had to say — for curiosity and for the unique, strong beat your heart emitted.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah. You're also beautiful, and smart, and funny, and hot…" from there, you became hot with embarrassment as Dante's voice wakes up again, "You're so much fun! Man, no wonder I'm in love with you."
Your heart, happy and passionate, fluttered inside your ribcage. Your eyes wanted to pop out of their sockets. The surprising, heated euphoria altered your body temperature. Your arms softened like a sweet pudding, swaying and unconsciously allowing Dante to fall to the ground.
"... Ow..."
It wasn't possible, was it? Was it the illusions of the booze, or was Dante really in love with you too?
You gasped as you realized what you'd done, rushing to get the half-demon back in your arms in a fleeting act of trying to regain consciousness and collect all your agitated — but now happy — thoughts.
All right. Dante was known for many attributes, one of them was his frankness. And being drunk this same frankness was reinforced tenfold, in fact. There would be no reason for him to lie.
However, words like these had a huge impact.
You took a deep breath, carefully positioning Dante on the soft mattress and giving him one last look to make sure you didn't just lay him down and that he was comfortable enough. He mumbled as if he was in an argument with sleep, now lying face down on the bed. Your hand snaked into the untidy silver hair to pull it back from Dante's stunning face, your heart calmer and moving to a slower beat. You smiled, your eyes wryly drunk on the man's sleeping vision.
"Sweet dreams, daredevil."
You gave a shy peck on his cheek. Dante stretched a petit smile, and yours grew. Leaving the dark room, you headed for yours, even more wrapped in your feelings, which you now knew were reciprocated.
Quite a confession that could only have the signature of someone like Dante.
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icycoldninja · 3 months
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can i request dante with a half angel s/o? she has a trigger like the sparda families, except it's primarily used for healing - they are both devil hunters too.
Ah yes, great idea! It was a lotta fun writing this one, thanks for requesting. 💜 Hope you enjoy.
Dante x Half Angel S/O headcannons
-A devil and an angel's romance, a classic, almost always forbidden love story.
-Dante finds this hilarious as nothing about your relationship is forbidden--if anything, it's encouraged.
-You are one of the only person in the world who can tell Dante what to do. No matter what, no matter how crazy your request seems, Dante will carry it out.
-This unique skill leads everyone who meets you two to ship you as hard as anime fans ship their favorite couples.
-You and Dante going on missions together are like cookies and milk; you mesh together perfectly. He fights, you heal. You watch each other's backs, making you two the perfect duo.
-Dante used to be really worried that you'd get injured during missions, so he kept a close eye on you and always tried to stay close to you while keeping the enemy at bay--at least, until he saw your Angel Trigger.
-It occurred when he received a critical injury from a demonic sword. He went flying backwards and hit the ground, but unlike most of the time, he didn't get back up. He remained on the ground, still and unmoving. You panicked, racing over to him and channeling as much of your power into him as possible. Before you knew it, your form changed; you sprouted giant, feathery wings and your skin started glowing. Dante's eyes flew open in shock, and he beheld your radiant self in awe.
-From that point on, he never doubted your combat prowess again, and with extended practice, you learned to Trigger at will, much like how Dante's Devil Trigger works.
-Your Angel Trigger has the power to heal any and all wounds in a matter of seconds, regardless of the magnitude or location of the injury. It's a very handy ability that is more than appreciated during missions.
-When you're in your Trigger, you emit a lot of light, meaning that in extreme cases (like when Dante forgets to pay the utility bills again) you can function as a living lamp when the power's out.
-Loves to rub his face in your wings cause they're just so fluffy!
-When he has nightmares/gets too drunk and starts remembering bad memories from his past, he will snuggle up with you because your presence comforts him.
-He can't explain it, there's just something about you that soothes and relaxes him. Must be attributed to your angelic blood...
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nerdestiwrites · 22 days
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predator and prey chapter four (hazbin hotel reader insert)
The ringtone of your phone had you answering before it went on longer than two seconds, half expecting the sound of Velvettes laugh at your insistence on making a deal. Instead, you heard a voice you weren’t expecting. The voice of Francis. The man whom that demon had tried to save, only to condemn instead. 
“You fucking bitch ass fucker!” He shouted, clearly he wasn’t trying to keep his cover at the moment. 
“Oh hello Francis. Thought you could have someone else get you out of your deal, did you? Coward.” You said simply, finding yourself heading towards the hotel instead of the V tower, deciding you’d wait until you heard what Velvette had to say. “Upset to find yourself at the end of a chain and your soul belonging to me? I told you what would happen.”
“You can’t fucking do shit yourself! You’ve got no power so you have everyone else do everything!” Francis was angry, pissed, and it made you stop walking. 
The bag adjusted on your shoulder, a hand placed on it, your other hand shifting the phone in your hand. “I’m on Hells boulevard and Dantes street. I’m expecting to see you here in five minutes.”
“What? Why would I fucking come to you now?” His tone shifted from one of pure anger to confusion.
“Because I said so.” A chain appeared wrapped around the hand on top of the bag and you gave it a slight yank. “Or else.”
Silence on the other end of the line as a slight stumbling noise could be heard muffled as well as a string of curses to fill the silence quickly. The perks of no one knowing you, knowing who you truly were as a person, no one knowing exactly what you were doing, no one knowing what to expect when you were angry. So there was silence again for a brief moment after the cursing died down, and then a quiet affirmative and the line went dead. 
You stood, waiting on the corner of the street, hand still on the bag, protecting it, eyes focused on your phone as a text from Velvette appeared at the top.
Velvy: last time you said that it was for ice cream
Velvy: also how the hell did you know about the Overlord meeting
Velvy: meet tonight at your place?
You don’t give many details, a simple okay sent through, and a time for the middle of the night. You still wanted to head back to the hotel, get a room to stay in, and then have the excuse of needing to return to your apartment to grab some personal items. The princess wouldn't even question that, you knew that much. 
Francis is in front of you minutes later. You check the time and click your tongue, he was right on time and seemed to have been sprinting to make it. Your free hand reached up, grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him down to your level. “Let’s make one thing understood, I own your soul. You will not tell anyone about me. You will continue to spy on that moth freak, and if you get caught, you will be paying the consequences for it. You had the illusion of choice with the previous deal, now you don’t even get that.”
His eyes widened by the sudden movements of being dragged down and he tried to pull away, which only caused you to smile, sharp canines glinting in the light. “If you don’t, I’ll just kill you here and now and be done with it. You still have the freedom of living wherever you do, having free time, doing whatever else you do with your pathetic life, but you will listen to me.” 
Death, permanent death, even just the threat got the eyes of the demon widened even more. He put his hands up quickly and nodded, clearing his throat. “Right! Got it! Fuck!”
You released his shirt from your grasp pushed him back in the same motion and continued to walk forward, as if the entire conversation hadn’t happened. You didn’t look back but could hear the demon cursing under his breath. That caused you to snicker once, rolling your eyes, and continuing down the street.
You made your way back towards the Hazbin Hotel and walked in, eyes landing on the group sitting in the lobby-parlor as the princess had called it. You waved, smiled, and shifted. “Hey! I uh, did decide that maybe giving this a shot while I was out for a walk today… Going to have to go back to my apartment to grab some things but… I wanna stay here.”
The group turned to face you, Charlie bounding up from her spot on the floor and racing over quickly, practically squealing with excitement. “Oh my gosh yes!” She grabbed onto your hand and pulled you over to the others who were all still sitting on the floor. 
You could recognize Vaggie from your first investigation of the hotel, Husk seemed to still be standing behind the bar which made you wonder if he was allowed to leave the bar ever. There was a smaller demon with one large eye who stared up at you with complete interest. You waved to everyone and introduced yourself as you sat down on the floor near the couch. Sitting on the floor, or table, or another surface that wasn’t a chair had been a bad habit of yours while living. You could still hear your mother's voice as clear as day asking what you were doing just sitting in the middle of the kitchen, or on the dining room table, your two favorite spots to sit. 
Your gaze washes over everyone and stops on a certain demon lounged out across one of the other couches, a bottle of alcohol in one of his hands. Angel Dust. You hadn’t even officially met him, as you tried to keep your presence around the Vee tower to a minimum, but you had seen him entering and exiting, and you knew of his profession with Valentino. You could tell by the way he looked at you he didn’t recognize you in the slightest.
“This is Angel, and then Nifty, I told you about her when you were here last time, and here is Sir Pentious, our first official resident who’s interested in trying to be redeemed just like you are!” Charlie exclaimed as she smiled at the snake demon who seemed to stare at you with suspicion. 
You give an awkward toward Sir Pentious and nod along to the introductions, you had been hoping to have less time talking with people and more time figuring out your room situation. The sooner you had a room, the sooner you could return to your apartment and get the meeting with Velvette set up, and you definitely didn’t need anyone learning about that. 
Charlie clapped her hands together as she took her spot back down sitting next to Vaggie, crossing her legs underneath her as she did so, taking in a deep breath. “We were just going over some simple facts about ourselves to try and get to know one another better! Sir Pentious and Angel already went, so why don’t you go?”
You blinked a few times and rubbed the back of your head. A few simple facts about yourself, you felt like you were back in school and it was the first day, you hated these types of activities. “Right, uh, well, I died about a year ago, my favorite fruit are strawberries, and uh, I love to listen to music while doing tasks.” 
The princess clapped along with Vaggie, who only seemed to be doing so just to make the other happy. Sir Pentious started to clap soon after seeing Charlie doing so. You stayed silent and leaned back against the couch behind you, looking around the parlor once again, taking in everything for a second time. 
You wondered how many rooms there were in the hotel, with at max seven of them being occupied at the moment with the addition of Sir Pentious, eight now that you were going to be staying there for the foreseeable future. There was a bar and you were assuming that somewhere there had to be a kitchen, hopefully, a laundry mat, you didn’t want to carry your clothes up and down the hill leading into the city. If that was the case you’d end up just using a favor and having someone else do it for you. 
The conversation kept going, Charlie and Sir Pentious talking with one another about different qualities to work on so he would have a chance at getting redeemed. You half listened, your mind elsewhere as you felt the static in the air shift, just slightly. Enough that if you were alive, you’d say a storm was coming in. Then just as suddenly as the shift in the air, the front doors opened once again. 
“Alastor!” Charlie bounced up and motioned for the Radio demon forward, gesturing towards Sir Pentious and you. “We’ve had another person want to be redeemed!” 
She motioned over towards you and you stood, giving Alastor a small wave. He turned and looked you over once in silence, his ever present smile growing once as his head tilted to the side, his ears flickering in response. It felt like he was looking through you, studying your movements. 
You introduce yourself and put your hand out for him to shake. Alastor does so, shaking your hand twice. “It is a pleasure to see another poor unfortunate sinner wishing to try their hands at getting redeemed! I am Alastor, I’m sure you’ve heard of me?”
A nod is your response which earns a wider smile from the demon. You have heard of the Radio demon and the way he became an Overlord. You knew of what sort of power he held and what he could do if he so wanted. You wanted to know more about him, however. What made him tick, what his motivations were to start helping with the hotel in the first place, where he had been for the past seven years. 
His stare never left you. You were but a lowly demon with one soul to your name on paper. Anyone else wouldn’t have thought twice about it, but it seemed to intrigue Alastor enough that he made a low humming noise to fill the awkward silence you left in the air. “Well I am certain that Charlie here has done a wonderful job getting you settled in! I must take my leave however at this time, I do hope I see you around.” 
With that, Alastor seemed to disappear into the shadows. Charlie cleared her throat and brought everyone's attention back towards her, but you looked at your phone. “It’s actually getting late, I’m gonna go get my stuff from my apartment so I can set it up in my room here.” You stood and gave a smile towards Charlie.
She gave a nod in understanding, more than excited to see what kind of items you were planning on bringing back. You waved goodbye to everyone in the parlor and walked out of the hotel, heading down the hill back towards the city, taking in a sharp breath as you did so.
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ghoulsister1 · 6 months
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🥀♡•♡"Wherefore art thou Dante?"♡•♡🥀
Dante Sparda x Female Reader. Some angst. Hurt/Comfort. There's fluff don't worry. Forbidden Love. Romeo & Juliet inspired. Disapproving parents. Love is powerful. Secret relationship. Eloping. Happy ending.
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Your family have always had a disdain of Sparda and his kin, despite Sparda being a kindhearted and caring demon with a beautiful and sweet human wife and two handsome sons who were twins, but still they hated them. And they would hate you if your family found out about your secret relationship with Dante, younger twin brother of Vergil, son of Sparda.
For years, your family hated demons and devils. They hated what they done to humans and hated the wars raged on them by Mundus. And in particular, they hated Sparda. They despised him despite Sparda betraying Mundus and protecting the humans from harm. They hated him even when he choose to live amongst the humans and married a beautiful woman, Eva. They hated him, even when Eva gave birth to twin sons, Vergil and Dante. They could never let go of their hatred towards demons and Devils, even if there were good Devils in the world.
And you knew, if they found out what you were up to when you snuck out at night, they'd definitely hate you. Possibly even disown you. Because you were in love with Dante, son of Sparda and younger twin brother of Vergil.
You two met at a masquerade ball, hosted by your parents. They had forbade Dante and Vergil from attending, but that didn't stop Dante from planning on crashing it for fun. Vergil warned him not to do it, but Dante being Dante he went along and snuck into the ball with his own masquerade disguise.
His plan was to sneak in and cause a ruckus, maybe switch out the classical music for some heavy metal songs and put them on full blast throughout the speakers. He had a whole plan laid out to wreck this boring party, until he saw you. And you saw him.
You were dressed in a beautiful, white and gold dress adorned with a gorgeous matching masquerade mask. Your hair done up and adorned with a gold laurel leaf crown. You were stunning, an angel sent from above to Dante and his plans of wrecking the party was all forgotten.
You couldn't help but notice Dante, striking white hair, beautiful blue eyes and dressed in striking red with a matching masquerade devil mask. You two stared at each other, both lost in each other's eyes.
Without thinking, Dante spoke.
"You wanna blow this place?" Asked Dante.
"Only if you share a dance with me first" You Replied.
"With a beautiful angel like you? Hell, how could I say no?" Remarked Dante winking. You giggled and soon you two took to a slow dance on the floor, your parents wondering who was this mysterious masked man dancing with you.
"Who is he? That man in the red masquerade get up?" Asked Mother. Father narrowed his eyes.
"I don't know. He looks familiar but I can't say I've seen him. Perhaps it's the hair" Remarked Father. When the dance ended, you two slipped away from prying eyes and snuck outside together, giggling and laughing all the way.
You spent that wonderful night with Dante under the stars, getting to know one another and sharing a few laughs. However, when the party ended and your family went looking for you, Dante fled into the night, leaving you with a promise to return again.
And the next night, he visited. You snuck out and even went into the city with him, took you to a diner where you and him shared a strawberry milkshake and some burger and fries. You wished this night wouldn't end and wanted to stay longer with the charming half-Devil, but sadly you knew your family would come looking and so with a reluctant sigh, Dante returned you home.
"Promise me, we'll still hang out together? Promise me you'll return" You Pleaded as you snuck back up to your bedroom balcony.
"I promise!" Whispered Dante and with a wink, he was gone into the night once more. You giggled and felt your heart flutter at just the mere thought of him as you lay in your bed that night, the sweet taste of strawberry milkshake still on your lips.
This continued for many nights and with each passing day, your love for each other grew. You hoped with time, maybe your parents might hear of Dante's good deeds and look upon him more favorably. But alas, that was not the case.
"Did you hear about that rogue Devil in red running amok? Causing nothing but damage to our city!" Spat Mother angrily.
"But he's just trying to keep the people safe from the demons and devils that try and hurt us!" You Argued. Mother laughed bitterly.
"You are much too young and naive to understand. He is the son of Sparda, a Hell spawn half-breed. He belongs in Hell with his family" Remarked Mother bitterly. Your heart clenched at such a harsh remark, knowing that only Dante and Vergil were the only ones left of Sparda's bloodline, Eva died during a demon attack and Sparda had vanished, presumably held captive or killed by Mundus. You knew Dante and Vergil still felt the pain of that tragedy.
"Mother, how can you say such cruel words? Don't you know those brothers still bear the scars of the tragedy that befell their mother?" You Asked, holding your hand over your chest.
"Don't feel sympathy for those Devils my child, they are nothing but monsters and god forbid should you associate with them. The very thought of you mingling with those vile creatures makes my blood run cold. You aren't in league with the Sparda twins are you?" Asked Mother, eyeing you suspiciously.
You shook your head.
"No Mother" You Replied.
"Good. The last thing I want is for my daughter to be tainted by such unholy creatures" Remarked Mother. You said nothing. It was clear that your parents still held deep hatred for Sparda and his sons.
You still continued to see Dante in secret, making sure to always keep a low profile, especially when in the city. He took you to Love Planet and though not the most romantic of places, he did make you laugh by swinging on the dance pole.
"You've got moves that's for sure!" You Laughed.
Dante chuckled along with you.
"Glad you enjoyed my little show for you" Remarked Dante sending a flirtatious wink that made you blush and giggle.
"Oh Dante" You Giggled as Dante sat beside you, wrapping an arm around you.
After a few drinks, you two shared your first kiss. It was sweet, passionate and very hot all at the same time. When the kiss broke, you were breathless.
"Wow!" You Giggled.
"I was thinking about doing that all day" Admitted Dante, a pink blush coming to his cheeks.
"Oh Dante, I love you but how are we to be together? My parents hate you and should they find out about us......God I shudder to think what they'd do to me.....to us" You Admitted sadly. Dante held you close, comforting.
"We'll find a way babe. We'll find a way. One day you and me will find a way to be together. No one will stop us" Promised Dante.
"You promise?" You Asked.
"I promise babe" Assured Dante.
And that night as you snuck back in, you still felt the lingering kiss on your lips.
One morning you awoke to the most dreadful news. You were to be married off to a wealthy man's son. You cried in your bedroom all day and night, dreading the awful future that surely was to come, until a pebble at your window caught your attention. You came out on to the balcony and saw Dante, smiling.
"Let me come in Y/N!" Whispered Dante. You wiped away your tears and allowed him to climb up and join you in your bedroom.
"You've been crying. What's wrong?" Asked Dante noting your tear streaked face.
"Oh Dante it's awful, I'm to be married off to some rich man's son and though I tried to protest, they wouldn't listen to me! I don't want to marry him! I wanna be with you! We don't have to marry if you don't want to but I just wanna spend my every waking morning and every sleeping night with you Dante! I love you, I don't want to lose you" You Sobbed.
Dante held you in his arms as you cried. It was then a plan had formed in his head. It was a huge risk but it's now or never.
"Then pack whatever essentials you need, whatever you consider valuable and let's leave together" Advised Dante.
"Tonight?" You Asked unsure.
"Tonight. We don't have much time. It's now or never Y/N. I don't wanna lose you either. I love you" Admitted Dante.
You smiled softly at your lover and he smiled back.
"So what do you say?" Asked Dante.
"Let us leave" You Answered.
That night, Dante helped you pack a bag and you two ran off into the night hand in hand together. No matter how hard they tried, your parents couldn't reach you or Dante. You both were left alone in peace.
And you two lived together, happily for years to come.
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Thanks again for requesting @xx-scene-queen-of-vampires-xx and I hope you enjoy the story! Thank you!
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xopinkroses · 2 years
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Can I request a reader that works too much and doesn't have time to relax or sleep? Both working as a demon hunter and some other human job?
(You can pick, I couldn't think of anything. Just something tiring)
The Boy's, V, and Nico again plz!!
(Thank you for requesting ^^ Sorry it took a while, I'm just chipping my way through requests-- promise I'm not ignoring anyone haha💖)
DMC boys + V and Nico x Reader that is overworking themself♥
Summary; Reader works way too hard while balancing two jobs. Warning; Cursing, some actions could be considered as unlawful confinement but for a good cause lol, Reader works as a nurse but remains gender neutral!
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Dante
Dante had never really thought about how hard a nurse’s job was until you started your second job. You wanted to bring some extra money into the shop, since it was getting kind of hard to pay bills, but it is taking its toll on you. Long hours in a busy environment, mixed with difficult patients and other bitchy nurses, has really been taking it out of you. You skip most meals, either because you’re stressed or just don’t have time, and Dante hasn’t seen you sleep for a while. You arrive home late and then leave early, before he’s awake. 
He’s worried about you. But every time he broaches the subject, you get upset. The extra money you’re bringing in is what’s keeping the lights on! But… it really isn’t, babe. You’re too hard on yourself, you really don’t need to be working so hard. He thinks you're crazy trying to maintain two very different career paths. 
The final straw for him is when you pass out in the middle of the office from exhaustion, that’s when he knows he’s let this go on for far too long. He catches you before you can hit the ground, but you could have been seriously hurt. He tucks you into bed and will not wake you up for anything. If anyone is too noisy in the shop he will flip his lid because “They’re finally asleep, shut up!” He’s whisper shouting as if that makes him any more quiet than if he had just spoken normally. 
You wake up half an hour before your next shift and try to leave the shop but Dante puts himself between you and the door. “No, nope– not happening.”
“Dante, I’m gonna be late,” you groan, your jacket is literally on inside out. 
“Call in sick,” he says, handing you your phone. You hadn’t even noticed he had taken it. 
You refuse and try to force your way past him. What exactly were you hoping to accomplish? Because all that results in, is him picking you up and tossing you onto the couch. Your indignant yells fall on deaf ears as he legit drops his weight on top of you to pin you there. You are not going anywhere until you agree to take the next few days off and relax!
Eventually you realise that trying to push your boyfriend off is pointless and just accept your fate. “Ugh– fine! Just get off me before you crush me.”
“Wow, what are you trying to say, babe?” He feigns offence, rolling off the edge of the couch so he is sitting on the floor beside you. You make the phone call, under Dante’s watchful gaze. Making sure you didn’t try to make your great escape. Now that you’re free for the next few days, Dante plans to smother you in affection. You are going to relax whether you like it or not! Starting with some more sleep, so he takes you by the hand and leads you upstairs where you spend the night cuddled up with your lunatic of a lover. 
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Vergil
Working as a nurse and part-time demon hunter was no easy task, but for years you held strong and didn’t once buckle under the stress. But lately… you’re spiralling and he can see it clear as day. Throwing yourself into your work to an obsessive extent. It’s difficult to balance two jobs, especially two very emotionally and physically demanding jobs. It’s gotten so bad lately that he rarely even sees you for days at a time, and when he does you’re dead on your feet. 
You haven’t slept in at least 48 hours, Vergil knows that for certain. Twelve hour shifts back to back as well as helping out at Devil May Cry. How you’re even as composed as you are is a wonder in itself. He really wishes you would just take a break every once in a while to recharge. So as much as he respects your work ethic, when you return home from the hospital just to start getting ready to go out with Dante and Lady, he intervenes. 
“Love, you’re working yourself to the bone.”
It’s rare for Vergil to ask anything of you, so when he asks you to please just sit and talk to him– you comply. You’re sitting on the couch together, he’s holding both your hands in his. You feel heavy, all your body wants is to sleep but you won't let it. Forcing yourself to sit up straight, you ask him what it is he wants to talk about. 
“You need to rest,” he states. His tone is enough to tell you that he’s leaving no room for argument, yet you try anyway. He knew you were a stubborn fool the day he met you, but he never failed to be surprised by the lengths of which your stubbornness could reach. He doesn’t take no for an answer, threatening to literally tie you up if you don’t just go to bed and sleep for a few hours. 
“Please, love,” the back of his fingers brushed against your cheek, his touch gentle, like he was handling delicate glass or porcelain. 
The pleading in his voice was what convinced you in the end. Your boyfriend did not plead with anyone. Sighing in defeat, you lean into his touch, your heavy eyelids falling shut for just a moment. Vergil smiles softly, running his other hand along your neck. You snuggle into his shoulder as he carries you to your bedroom, not letting go when he tries to lower you onto the bed. Your fingers cling to his jacket, even in your half asleep state you’re strong for a human. Although he wonders if perhaps instead of you being strong– maybe you just make him weak?
He doesn’t try to fight you, giving in quickly and laying down in the bed with you wrapped securely in his arms. It’s hardly the most comfortable arrangement, but as long as you sleep soundly, he isn’t about to move. 
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Nero
Nero wonders when the hell he became your mother. Isn’t nagging you to eat and sleep something parents do? He doesn’t even care, if you won’t look after yourself, he’s going to do it for you. It hurts to see you upset with him but no amount of yelling or guilt tripping will stop him from calling in sick to work on your behalf. He’s done it before and he’ll do it again. But through it all he remains a pillar of strength for you, making you coffee in the morning and forcing you to sit down and eat whenever possible.
What really makes him snap though, is when he comes home to see you crashed out on the couch, clearly having fallen asleep as you were getting ready for work. You wake up to the sound of the door closing, jumping to sit up in fright. When you see that you’re late for work, you spring off the couch and start running around trying to gather your things. Nero is having none of it. He sees how tired you are– it’s not hard to tell. Your lack of care when it comes to your own wellbeing sends him flying into a rage. 
He doesn’t mean to be harsh with you, he really doesn’t, but the ensuing argument turns heated before he can even process the turn of events. 
“You’re not going! Look at yourself, you need to sleep!” He’s standing between you and the door, a shield blocking you from further self destruction. Seeing the stress flowing off you in crashing waves breaks his heart, there’s nothing he wants more than to stop arguing with you… but he can’t just sit by and let you run yourself into the ground.
“Nero, I’m fine!” You insist with a glare, trying to get past him to no avail. You groan out in frustration. “Nero, move.”
“Not happening!” 
The confrontation gets worse before it gets better, ending with you throwing yourself down on the couch with a huff. Nero sighs, kneeling down in front of you. He looks up at you with desperation in his blue eyes. “You’re killing me, angel,” he says, his human hand resting on your knee. “I watch you work yourself into an early grave everyday, and it kills me. I know that you’re mad at me right now, but please understand I’m doing this because I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
You never meant to worry your boyfriend so much, and hearing him bare his heart to you brought tears to your eyes. Your Nero is such a strong man, unmovable and hotheaded and such a goddamn sweetheart. What did you do to deserve a partner like Nero? 
You place your hand over his, “I’m sorry.”
“You don’t need to apologise–”
You shake your head. Even when you’ve hurt him he defends you. “No, I do. I’m sorry for worrying you, I’ll take the day off.”
After you call your boss and are granted the day off, you spend the rest of the day cuddled up on the couch with Nero. His demon hand rests on your back and his human one massages your scalp while you drift in and out of sleep, your face buried into his chest.
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V
V has never met anyone as dedicated to helping others as you, or anyone as married to their day job. At first he was mesmerised by your passion and work ethic, but quickly he saw the damage it is doing to you. Your exhaustion and the tension that always seems to knot in your shoulders are painfully obvious to him now. And he’s honestly at a loss of what to do. He doesn’t want to tell you what to do, you’re an adult afterall and capable of making your own decisions… but you're digging yourself into a hole that you might end up too exhausted to climb back out of. 
Which is why he decides to trick you into resting. 
He’s not above a little manipulation when necessary, even if he finds it to be a bit underhanded. Technically he’s not making you do anything, your free will still perfectly intact. He’s a good actor too, so you won’t even suspect him. He didn’t make Shadow lay on top of you, merely suggested it. You’ve always had a strange connection with her. All she has to do is curl up with you in bed and you won’t want to move. It’s an easy way to coax you into giving into your exhaustion and taking the day off. 
When you’re in a more alert state of mind, no longer ready to pass out at any minute, he’ll have a serious conversation about you overworking yourself. He can’t trick you into resting forever, so you’ll have to come to some form of agreement. Creating a reasonable work schedule for both your day and night job– one that will leave you with enough time to actually function like a human should. 
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Nico
Nico is scared for you. She knows what it’s like to be absorbed in your work, she’s the same in that sense, but you don’t know when to stop. It’s one thing to be passionate about your job and take up some extra shifts or work a little overtime– it’s something entirely different to work 8/12 hour shifts back to back and then also put 100% into your second job as a demon hunter. You need to have a limit, and you met yours a long time ago. You’re just willfully ignoring it.
She won’t sugarcoat it when she confronts you, you need to understand the effect your self neglectful behaviour is having on the people around you. “Darlin’, you’re not a machine!” 
Nico doesn’t have much of a filter, but at the same time– she’s not particularly articulate. So expect her to stumble over her words a little. Give her a break, she cares about you and isn’t used to all this mushy, lovey dovey shit. She’s not going to make you sleep, but she will make you relax. No exceptions! You will sit on that pretty ass of yours and watch reruns of the Simpsons all day.
~ 🖤
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What do you think DMC6 should be like, or is there another game for DMC? Do you think they should kill Vergil and Dante? And what scenarios do you have because Capcom can't keep doing the same thing with this? We, as fans, need answers and closure for Dante and Vergil. Plus, do you think Mundus will be our boss again? I don't believe Sparda is dead either, because it doesn't make sense.
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We are actually going to need a DMC6 game like DMC3, with Dante and Vergil going all out. like everything and everyone going to sh*t and back. I love Nero and the newbies, but we are long overdue for a family explanation for Sparda leaving, Eva and the twins being unprotected, and where Sparda is, and DMC6 needs to concentrate on just that.
Also we need enemies from dmc3 , dmc1, dmc2 to come back just to make them more serious and scarier. Like we need this to be an action serious game because we are not sure how everyone is going to make it.
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Dante and Vergil both have issues with their dad. Also, it needs to be a situation where it is solely up to Dante and Vergil to team up and defeat the threats. Dante can only shoulder so much with each game.
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Maybe Nero can do something from where he is, like protecting his family and friends and not repeating Dante and Vergil's history, but he doesn't need to be involved. Dante and Vergil are already kind of set up for this type of game because of their being in hell, plus it's Vergil's fault and he needs to make a choice to help undo his mistakes, and this could be the very thing that causes us to face Mundus again, and Capcom can continue it from the DMC5 ending.
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It has to be something just for the twins to have closure from their childhood and what they went through and see what they want to do and choose to either repeat a cycle or change, as well as get answers from their father, because now that I think of it, if Sparda was just as powerful as Mundus and all we can do is keep sealing him, then it has to be the same for Sparda, mainly because he was Mundus right-hand man before siding with humans.
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Plus, I do believe Sparda stuff will be addressed. Capcom has nothing stopping them from this, and it needs to be finally addressed once and for all. Dante and Vergil can only keep going in circles for so long with the same human being possessed and getting power, or Vergil doing the same shit over and over.
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We all know Mundus is the prince of hell, and his existence is looming over everything. He is the main thing that wants to destroy humans, and it will either be a scenario where their father sacrifices himself for the twins to forever take out Mundus or it will be that he grants them power by giving them all his power to defeat whoever.
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No, they shouldn't kill Vergil or Dante, but if they leave Sparda alive and he stays in hell to protect humans, maybe Dante will stay and not Vergil, seeing that he has Nero. Dante doesn't really have anything except maybe a lady, but other than that, he lives his life on the verge of leaving it behind most days. Or Sparda kicks both out of hell together, telling them how proud he is of them, saving them for once, and trying to make up for not being there when he should have and telling them to live. The other possible thing is that we need a past game dealing with Sparda and how he met Eva on his journey as a young demon because I still think Sparda was a half human; nobody likes to think about it, but it makes sense to me, and then end the series with DMC6 or 7 to prolong it for story purposes and the gamers getting an understanding. The worst scenario is that Sparda is Mundus's son, or he created Sparda and one of the twins dies in the game, but I think Capcom will give us a farewell game that has a good ending, or it's an emotional one.
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Collage box collection
After discovering that I had a reasonably big stash of interesting flyers, greetings cards, guidebooks and other bits of ephemera, and seeing this tutorial, I was really inspired to use it all for something.
This was helped by the fact that recently I've found a lot of really nice wooden boxes in charity shops for very cheap - all the ones pictured here were £2. Either I've been extremely lucky, or these things turn up very often and I just haven't been looking for them.
I've posted about some of these previously (here and here), but they were only half done and these pictures are better! Plus there is one new one.
First was this wooden chocolate box. Before...
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And after!
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You can tell this is my first one as I oversatured the paper with Mod Podge, leading to it bubbling and creasing, but for a first attempt I don't think it's bad at all.
All the pictures I used were taken from an exhibition guide for an event I went to called "Exploring the Gothic" which contained a lot of beautiful pictures. The floral parts were from a pad of scrapbooking paper, which I also used to make the individual compartments (they are origami boxes, see a tutorial for how to make them here) and I then filled them with pieces from my collection of beads, charms, and broken jewellery.
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I also had a guide to a William Blake exhibition I'd been to, and since there was an entire plate from "The Marriage of Heaven and Hell" I had to make it into a miniature wall plaque.
I did this one at the same time as the first, and again you can kind of see that I oversatured the paper which caused it to tear slightly, however thankfully it wasn't in an area where there was any writing.
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(BTW, if anyone is interested in the meaning of this section, Blake is describing his creative process, albeit in a fantastical way. This blog post gives a good analysis)
The next one was a beautiful little cabinet with a broken handle.
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And here is what I did with it. I kept the collaging to a minimum, only on the inside, though I might add something to the outside in the future. The replacement "handles" are a pair of my earrings!
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I used some more of the gothic exhibition guide and scrapbook paper, and also a flyer for a ballet version of Dracula. I need to find some more interesting things to fill it as it currently only contains my resin crow's skull and a miniature book of Tennyson poems. Also my Cthulhu candle gets to sit on top and be worshipped by the skeleton on the right door.
I did much better with the collaging process on this one. I was a lot more patient, used less Mod Podge for each layer and allowed them to dry fully in between, resulting in no tears, bubbles or creasing.
The final and most recent is this plain box. I noticed it originally came from somewhere called "Palmyra Hardware" which instantly made me think of the Palmyra Wolves (I'm a fan of MrBallen and saw him tell the story on his YouTube channel) which gives a pleasantly creepy angle to this one before I even did anything to it!
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After collaging
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The central image on the outside is another William Blake painting, an illustration to Dante's Inferno, which includes the famous quote "Abandon All Hope, Ye Who Enter Here". The writing saying "The way, the truth, the life" came from a religious leaflet that a friend of mine was forcibly given, and which he ripped to shreds, but I saved this part because for some reason I liked it.
Inside we've got a very famous Blake painting called "The Ancient of Days", the praying skeleton again as this image was reproduced several times in that guidebook, and a block printed demon from a handmade birthday card that a friend gave me several years ago. I'm very pleased to have finally been able to use him for something!
I've enjoyed making all of these immensely and no doubt I will do more in the future as I collect more papers and find more nice boxes 😊
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Well it took me like a month almost on this?
Some of my followers know him. Some may not. He's my Devil May Cry OC in short.
More text under the cut.
To put his story as short as possible. He is a cult survivor. A cult called Messengers of Holy Light, who worship Mundus - at least on the outside and according to unsuspecting human cult members. Their leader is Lilith - Mundus trusted general - with thousands of years of experience with humans.
The cult's purpose was to rebuild Mundus' army by either manipulating humans into joining the cult or kidnapping them. The end result was always the same - humans were undergoing rituals turning them into demons with Mundus power. A bit special demons - their human souls allow them conquer Human World without losing too much power compared to born demons, who get weaker outside of Hell. But they have no memories of their human selves.
But what Michael is? His case is not the desired one. Ritual "failed" (from demon perspective) and made him become an artificial half-demon. He kept all his memories, personality. Basically the same guy but now juiced up with all that Mundus power. He had no idea about demons existence prior to anything of that.
He was confused. He was scared. He managed to escape, run, with these new powers. Demons of the cult didn't chase him down - as in all failed cases humans eventually died (that was the ritual's design) - killed by the demonic power in them. For Michael it didn't end that way. He survived. Demonic power caused its side effects whenever he used it but he always recovered, no matter how badly it went.
He was found almost freezing to death by a retired devil hunter lady, who went by Minerva as her alias. She taught him everything she could to be a succesful devil hunter himself.
Michael felt that demonic power can take away his humanity. He wanted to be accepted by his family (when he finds them ever again) and human society. So as a devil hunter he made up some lies about himself and didn't explore his abilities at all for quite a long time (until a certain moment). Michael is too good at detecting demons, so he told everyone he is a psychic. His wounds heal too quickly but even then he was ready to lie about it.
Despite being seen as a rather strange fellow causing various reactions, his "psychic" abilities make him to be the first guy recommended to solve odd paranormal activities. Even if his lack of scars and young age make some people believe he is still new to being a devil hunter. There were times he heard skeptical comments told right into his face.
Eventually his path crosses with the known trio - Dante, Vergil and Nero. As a new strange crisis arises... Certainly not tied to that strange Mundus cult and doesn't force everyone to go through their own character developement... Michael's being good old self-acceptance of what he cannot change - what the cult's ritual did to him - and embracing it.
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Devil May Halloween 2022 - The Horror Amusement Park, Vergil's Path
It took me a little longer, but here is Vergil's! Hope you're all still in a spooky season mood ;)
*ALSO PLEASE READ THE TRIGGER WARNING*
Pairing: Vergil x Reader
Summary: After Nico solved the puzzle box, you were sent to complete darkness. In an abandoned castle leading to a cemetery, you both might have to face more horrors than you thought that night would bring.
(a longer one too, 'cause I don't know what limit means)
TRIGGER WARNING: There's a lot of violence, even towards the reader, and PTSD/episodes regarding Vergil's trauma and discussion of him wanting to be dead or not. It gets very dark and, if you're struggling with something along these lines and think this might trigger you or be too much to handle right now, I do suggest NOT reading it.
Author's notes: I have a hard time not making Vergil's ones darker, but it's a little difficult considering his history. Not that Dante isn't traumatized and depressed as well, but I dunno. Vergil just got back from Hell after being enslaved for almost 20 I think. There's still a lot of healing to happen to him.
I hope you guys like it, though! It took me some time 'cause I was still trying to figure out what I wanted from his - frenzied Verge, kinda succubus kissing him, angst... It's a party indeed "^^
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Devil May Halloween 2022 - Vergil's Path
You couldn’t really understand what was going on, but you could see darkness and a thick white fog tangling around your knees – you could barely see your feet and it was hard to distinguish where you were.
Extending your hands in the darkness, you tried to find the edge of whatever room you were in – given the rough floor under you, your feet were stepping in stones. You were clearly inside a room, but in what kind of building… That was still a mystery.
Soon, your fingers touched the cold, rough pattern of a stone wall. Smiling to yourself, you kept walking, running your hands on the walls until you found a door – or, at least, a way to get out.
It didn’t take long, really. When your fingers found wood, you searched for a handle – finding a cold, heavy iron one, carefully opening the wooden door. It made a faint strangled noise, but you were already proficient in demons to know it was loud enough for unnatural creatures.
Soon, you found yourself in an old, abandoned stone corridor, adorned with high, bluish mosaic windows, as far as your eyes could see. The sky was dark outside, only the ghoulish glimmer of the moon as a little bit of light for you to be able to move around with at least some knowledge of what lied ahead. The mist still danced around your knees and feet, apparently covering the whole place.
Wherever that was.
The sounds of footsteps, though, caught your attention. You tried to keep yourself in the darkest corner of that lonely corridor, damning the moment you thought Vergil had too many traumas when insisting on taking Yamato with him.
Traumatized or not, at least he was prepared.
You cleared your ears when the slow, calculated footsteps seemed to get closer. They had a cadence, a way of moving you knew like the sound of your own heartbeat.
“Vergil?” You whispered without leaving your hiding spot, noticing the footsteps coming to a halt.
For the longest seconds in your life, everything was drenched in silence and tension.
Until you finally heard the distinct sound of Yamato being unleashed.
“Vergil, it’s me. Y/n.” You were careful. You knew Vergil would never hurt you but taking him by surprise when he was in a high vigilant state like that one could cause an accident – you had to go easy on him.
“Show yourself.” His voice was low and serious, you could almost see as he barely moved his lips.
“Ok. Don’t be startled, dear. It is me.” With those words, you slowly left your hiding spot, finally seeing your lover under the pale moonlight shine.
Vergil was in position to attack, with Yamato half unsheathed and bended knees, looking exactly at the direction you were hidden. He had a very good sense of hearing – that was how he was training you to fight with your eyes closed, blindfolding you in order to enhance other senses in cases ‘you couldn’t trust your eyes’, as per his own words.
Vergil could fight with his eyes closed. And he was deadly.
“Y/n…” He finally sheathed the Yamato, immediately walking towards you. “I am glad to see you are fine.”
“Same goes for you, blue devil.” You smiled back, holding one of his hands and slowly caressing his skin. It was a simple touch, but it always seemed to calm Vergil whenever he needed it – and the tension between his fingers made you believe he did need it. “Is there anyone else with you?”
“No. I was sent here alone.” Unconsciously, Vergil started to caress patterns back in your hand as well. That made you smile. “And you?”
“Alone as well. I just got out of the dark room of doom over there.” You pointed the door behind you, giving way to a room filled with darkness.
“Hmmm. Our training has been paying off, I see.”
If there was something you loved and hated at the same time was that smug smile of pure pride in Vergil’s lips. When he wore it, the son of Sparda looked even taller, moving his head slightly up. You absolutely adored when he did that, but you also wanted to tear it off his face – especially when you were sparring, and he taunted you after defeating one of your moves.
Pride was the greatest sin of both you and Vergil.
“It has indeed, Dark Slayer.” But of course, you would banter back. As you sighed internally, you had to admit you loved playfully bantering with him. “Do you have any idea what that box in Nico’s hand was?”
“I read once of puzzle boxes being used as portals for other dimensions, but I have never seen it during my lifetime.” He started walking towards the end of the corridor with you, having his eyebrows furrowed in his usual pensive demeanor. Vergil always looked like that whenever he was reading something that sparked his interest or trying to make sense of some obscure meme.
“It was probably Hellraiser.” The certainty in your voice made Vergil stare down at you with annoyance. As soon as you noticed his look, you had to answer. “What? That’s exactly what the Lament Configuration does. Sometimes people get ideas for horror movies from real life.”
“I have to agree with you on that.” Vergil nodded, turning his head back to the path ahead. “But Hellraiser was a poor representation of what summoning demons would look like.”
“Oh, you’ve watched it?” You had a small smile hidden in your lips, but Vergil’s eyes were too smart not to notice.
If there was something he infinitely appreciated in you was how discrete you could be. Even if you had a somewhat sassy tone laced in your words, you never seemed to be making fun of him or actually trying to piss him off. It always looked like you were quite proud of his human part, really.
“I have watched it once. Perhaps it is time to see it again and refresh my memory.” He had the same smile hidden in his words, making your heart warmer. If there was one thing you loved, that was watching movies with Vergil.
You would’ve kept the conversation going if the corridor hadn’t got to its end: soon, a great, broken passage stood before you, hauntingly giving a view of what was outside. A long field of gray-bluish grass adorned with dried, rotten trees continued for miles and miles, while stone crosses, tombstones and weeping angels rose from the ground.
“Well…” You sighed, staring at that phantasmagorical view, still inside the castle. “It’s quite fitting for a necromancer, really.”
“Also fitting for Eric Draven as well…” Vergil murmured under his breath, his hand ready to unsheathe Yamato in the blink of an eye. “What do you feel, love?”
As soon as he asked, you turned your attention to the energy surrounding the cemetery. Vergil didn’t ask those kinds of questions for nothing: it was the type of thing he would say while you were training.
Quieting your mind, you remained in silence, walking carefully by his side. Your steps were almost inaudible, as if you were gliding through the mist entangling around your ankles. Lowering your eyes to your feet, it was easier to sense something when you didn’t rely on your sight to warn you if there was danger lurking in the shadows.
And, indeed, after a while, you sensed something. But it wasn’t just one thing.
“Two opposing energies…?” You furrowed your eyebrows, turning your head towards him. Even though Vergil remained serious, you could sense the pride in his voice.
“Two distinct energies. One much stronger than the other.” He analyzed, keeping Yamato by his waist and grabbing its hilt with the other hand. Vergil was more than ready to attack – and you just dreaded your decision of not carrying any sort of weapon with you that night. “If they are opposing, complimentary or feeding of each other, I do not know.”
“My, my… He is handsome and intelligent, isn’t he…?” A female voice echoed around you, making Vergil instinctively step a little bit in front of you and unsheathe his blade. You weren’t completely defenseless, though: around your head, a crown of white summoned swords was ready to attack. “It is indeed a pleasure to welcome you in my garden.”
The demon had the form of a voluptuous woman, breasts covered by long hair that dragged on the ground. You just couldn’t see more of her flesh because of the shadows playing around her legs, as if they were the only form of clothing she wore. You couldn’t deny it: she was beautiful. Deadly beautiful.
“I thought your kind was doomed to imprisonment for a thousand years.” Vergil regained his regal pose, head slightly shifted upwards, his hand still tightly around the Yamato. Curiously enough, he seemed to try to get between you and the demon even more – slowly, almost unnoticeable, but he definitely moved.
“Hmmm. You do know my kind, wolf eyes?” She asked back, as if the words dripped from her mouth. You’d guess she was a succubus, but Vergil’s reaction told you she was a little more than that – or a lot more.
“I do know all of you pitiful creatures should be dead.” His eyes got colder, making her finally shift her gaze to you.
“He is a harsh one, huh? You like that on him.” A devilish smile appeared on her lips, revealing a mouth filled with sharp fangs. “I can see it in your mind, my dear.”
“I tend to like everything about him. Even the most unlikeable of aspects.” You decided not to show you had no clue what kind of demon she was. Also, demons lied: you wouldn’t be scared of her just saying she could read your mind – most of them couldn’t. “That’s usually what humans call love.”
Strangely enough, you could feel Vergil’s free hand slightly touching your nearest thigh – as if telling you to stop the taunting and leave it to him.
That was the biggest red flag you ever had with Vergil: he never told you to step aside in a fight. He reveled in your power, watching you decimating hordes of demons and proudly calling you his mate, his lover. Vergil would only tell you to step down when there was something too dangerous about a fight – unfortunately, with the demon already there, you couldn’t ask him what it was.
After all, it was a power play. And as soon as she noticed you didn’t know what she was, you both would be in a disadvantage and Vergil would lose whatever power he had on that conversation over that demon.
“And isn’t that true…?” She answered with a sparkle of devilish pleasure in her dark eyes. “You truly adore him. Even his dirty aspects – and oh, there are so many in this one.” Shifting her gaze back to Vergil, that mouth filled with sharp teeth smiled again. “Your mind is a bottomless pit of suffering. I’ll enjoy playing with you both.”
“That wasn’t the deal!” Soon, your attentions were caught by a witchy figure in a flowy black long dress, holding an old book in one of her hands and having the other pointed at the demon. “I command you to stop! You cannot disobey me!”
“I am simply doing what you have asked of me, little witch.” The demon had a fake accent of innocence. Vergil just didn’t attack the witch because you held his hand: she was nothing but a teenager – and something was very wrong. “You did ask me to terrorize your guests.”
“They are not my guests!” The girl pointed back at you. “I don’t know how they got here, but they shouldn’t be harmed. I’ll send them back until the proper ones appear and you should not touch them!”
The earth beneath you started trembling – and you could finally see the she-devil’s eyes turning red.
“I played your game until now for freedom, little witch. You do not control me, and you will not deny me blood. Stop being a nuisance.” With those words and a gesture from her hand, corpses raised from the ground – demons coming up from the earth, raising from the depths of Hell – grabbing the girl and her book.
“I’ll deal with her later. You are more interesting right now…” As her newly distorted voice started speaking in an alluring song, none of you were quick enough to react to what happened – or better, you were certain Vergil didn’t move so she wouldn’t accidentally hit you while targeting him. In the blink of an eye, the demon was standing in front of Vergil, holding his face with both hands. “Show me that head of yours, handsome.”
Planting her lips in a deep kiss on Vergil’s own lips, everything turned black to you and him.
*
Vergil woke up startled, suddenly sitting on the bed.
Furrowing his eyebrows, he looked around, trying to understand what was going on. That house… It seemed familiar. The opulent decoration, the blue sheets on a big, couple’s bed... It was different, as if to accommodate his now adult self, but… It was home.
You weren’t laying by his side – but he did see your clothes tossed on his working chair. Vergil hummed a quick laugh: it was typical of you when you were tired. He usually just followed your trail of mess, putting things where they belonged. It was something that got on his nerves at first, but soon Vergil started seeing it as a way he complemented you – just like you complemented so many flaws of his.
With his bare feet on the wooden floor, Vergil put on one of his stay-at-home shirts he found in the closet – organized, your clothes carefully placed alongside his – and tried a few steps outside of the bedroom.
The house remained the same as he remembered – but, as he observed before, there was something different. Something of warm, something of happy. It wasn’t drenched in blood, ashes and sorrow as he remembered, but a new beginning. Going down the stairs, Vergil followed your humming voice until he got to the kitchen.
You were standing by the oven, wearing one of his pajama shirts – too big, too baggy for you, but something he adored seeing – while warming your hands over the pan you used to brew some tea. There were toasts from older bread fresh out of the oven, filling the kitchen with their warm smell, and some jam and butter next to both of your plates on the table.
For a few seconds, Vergil was certain he had finally died and achieved the peace his soul longed for his entire life. And he got to live that peace with you.
His eyes suddenly filled with tears as you still quietly hummed, the golden sun lazily filling the kitchen with a dreamy light. He could see his mother’s garden through the windows in the backyard, as if the flowers wanted to play with your hair in the morning sun.
The tears escaped his eyes and Vergil was able to smile as he felt a weight lifting from his heart.
“Good morning, love.” Your voice echoed as soon as you noticed him inside the kitchen. Vergil just smiled more, walking lazily towards you in that golden drenched morning.
“Good morning, fairest of flowers.” His voice was like dark chocolate, melting around you as his arms embraced you from behind – Vergil’s hands coming to play with yours, warming themselves over the steam of the brewing tea.
“Hmmm. Someone’s terribly romantic today.” You couldn’t hide the smile on your lips, closing your eyes as your fingers played alongside his. Vergil’s hands always looked so much bigger and calloused, but, despite everything, he managed to touch you with so much gentleness one would think he didn’t have inside himself.
“I am always hopelessly romantic when I’m around you.” He murmured near your ear – and you could hear the satisfied smile he had in his lips. It was the first time you ever saw Vergil so… Relaxed. He never had his guard down – but, that moment, he wasn’t tensing or in a state of alertness. He was just… Himself. “I love you.”
For some reason, your feelings decided to overflow from your eyes – quite a shock to you. Maybe that was what he felt to be crying before you talked to him that morning, but there was a peace inside your chest that couldn’t be felt anywhere else. Vergil had said he loved you before, but not like that. Not like just Vergil. Not completely vulnerable like he was at that moment.
“I love you too.”
His arms wrapped around you tighter, his hands coming to hold yours – entangling your fingers with his – slowly rocking you from side to side with him. Time didn’t matter. Nothing mattered – nothing but you and him.
Unfortunately, good things never seemed to last in Vergil’s life. Breaking that moment of peace both of you thought would be eternal, he felt various hands grabbing his legs. Looking down, Vergil noticed you were both standing in a pit of glossy darkness – with claw-like hands raising to grab both of you… And drag you down.
“No… No.” Vergil’s voice was nothing but a breath in the wind, completely disoriented as he started back into your eyes, trying to hold you with both of his hands. “No. Don’t let go.”
“I won’t. I’ll never let go of you. Vergil…!” You tried, but the hands pulled your arms back, surrounding you and dragging you apart.
That was when he noticed: You were being held away from him, as the hands were dragging him down – slowly taking Vergil where he knew he belonged.
The realization made his heart sink inside his chest. As he slowly descended, Vergil closed his eyes and sighed, allowing tears to fall down his face. It was a path of his own making – and it was foolish of him to think he deserved any kind of paradise after all he had done. You were able to accept him, you were his paradise. And now, it was time for him to atone for his sins.
Opening his eyes once more, Vergil saw as you struggled and tried to reach out, crying while saying his name. You were an angel indeed, to fall in love with a devil. Just like his mother.
“I love you.” Those were his last words before being completely taken away from you – and all he could hear were your desperate cries of losing him.
He should be forever condemned to Hell for breaking your heart.
*
“I would have never expected you to be such a romantic soul!”
The voice of the she-devil who kissed him earlier echoed once again, and Vergil found himself kneeling on the grass of the cemetery – eyes glossy with tears, gasping for air. Taking a look around, he saw the witch girl being held hostage by decrepit, skeletal demons, unable to move and staring at him with agony in her eyes. She would be speaking if they didn’t cover her mouth – but her look clearly asked Vergil for forgiveness.
You, in the other hand, were nowhere to be found – at least at a first glance.
“You know what they say… The best way to kill a man is through his heart.” The demon smiled devilishly, walking around the cemetery while seeming to conjure something with her hands. Vergil was too weak to attack her right away – that kiss stole some of his energy, that now he was working on harnessing again. But it was hard to harness energy after such a strong emotional unbalance. He had to ground – even if there wasn’t enough time for that. “You know what a kiss from me does, right…?”
“It shows nothing but lies.”
“Oh, it doesn’t. It shows me the deepest parts of your soul.” She glanced wickedly at Vergil, finally stopping at some point of the cemetery, making the earth shake again. He got up slowly, getting back to his proud pose – Yamato firmly in his hands. “What heaven looks like – with your beloved human. And what Hell looks like.”
Vergil immediately started screaming as he was suddenly assaulted by memories of his tortured times in the hands of Mundus. The girl struggled, wanting to help him, scared of seeing that man in such pain. Vergil’s heart was burning, his mind freezing, his eyes about to cry blood. He wanted to die – as he did everyday when his torture seemed to have no end.
“But your heart does not belong to you, does it…?” With those words, everything started warping and both Vergil and the girl felt the warmth of wild flames.
The pain stopped and he looked around: the castle was on fire, burning to ashes, as the cemetery filled with demons wanting blood. In the distance, he finally saw you running – scared, powerless, being chased by a horde of demons. Vergil’s eyes widened as he recognized that scene, his heart filled with despair: you weren’t like him. You wouldn’t trigger as he did as a child. You would die.
“The best way to kill a man…” The she-devil started speaking, slowly mutating into one of the demons that attacked him that night – voice getting distorted and grotesque. “Is through his heart.”
As she set her hunt towards you, Vergil took a deep breath to think. He had to do something – and acting out of his emotions would be the worst something he could do at the moment. Thinking about it, he unsheathed Yamato, using his lightning speed to attack the demons surrounding the witch responsible for all that.
She remained frozen in fear as he slayed every single one of his adversaries in the blink of an eye. Vergil moved faster than she could think – with a look in his eyes that could only belong to a skillful and calculating killer.
As the demons dopped to their feet, she stood there, staring at him, without moving a single limb from her body. The girl didn’t know if she should thank him or beg for her life.
Vergil pointed the Yamato to her, inches away from the girl’s neck. Her eyes widened, crying as she questioned how it all spiraled out of control like that.
“You…” His words were cold as ice, running like a cube down her spine. “My brother is the soft hearted one with a rule of not killing undeserving humans. I started doing it his way, but be warned that if any harm comes to y/n, there will be nothing stopping me of ending your miserable life.”
The girl was a crying mess. She wanted to kneel at his feet and beg for forgiveness, explaining she never wanted any of that. She wanted to run away before he could say something else. She wanted to scream. She wanted him to understand she was not a bad person.
But inside those silvery eyes, there was no space for understanding – only murderous rage.
“Walk.” Vergil signaled the way with Yamato, setting a quick pace so they would get to you in time. In the distance, he could see white summoned swords as you ran, knowing that, for now, you could keep yourself alive. “Who are you and what happened?”
“I don’t know! I didn’t want this! She was supposed to answer to me, they were all supposed to obey me…!” The girl started stumbling over her words, while Vergil’s unrelenting eyes kept on your form.
“You didn’t answer my questions.”
“I’m, I’m, I’m Blaire! My name is Blaire!” The teen witch blurted out, stuttering as she tried to explain herself. “We found a spell, me and my friends, we just wanted to scare some people at school who bully us every day! We got tired of it, we just… They were supposed to see how powerful we are and leave us alone! You ended up here by mistake, she had to obey me and let you go…!”
“Only a heavily inexperienced witch would make such mistake…” Vergil sighed, pointing at the demons in front of them. “She is a species condemned to forgetfulness, dangerous even to her own kind. Not a succubus, but still alluring and deadly: they prey on their victims’ minds to use their worst nightmares to break and kill them. Suffering only makes them more powerful. A weak arcane thing like you would never be able to control such a demon. You better pray she doesn’t decide to use all my memories.”
Before Blaire could say anything else, the girl screamed instead: Vergil triggered in an explosion of blue light, running towards the demons even faster than before – slaying them relentlessly in his own demon form.
Blaire protected herself behind a tombstone, watching it all in awe: she would have never guessed he was a demon himself, even though she was scared by him before. Watching you summon your swords for a little protection, she couldn’t stop thinking you were a powerful witch – wishing, someday, she could be just like you.
“Die, scum!” Vergil’s distorted voice echoed in front of you, making you sigh in relief.
You had been running for quite a while, completely out of breath. Summoning swords required a lot of energy and doing both could leave one completely exhausted.
“Thank you, love.” As soon as he felt your hand brushing on his arm, Vergil was able to come back to his human form – the rage in his heart calming slightly. It didn’t last long, though: soon Vergil was back to fighting and you had only a few moments to rest until a demon tried to approach you from behind and take you by surprise. “Vergil isn’t the only one who can use his father’s sword.”
With those words, you decided to use whatever energy you had left to defend yourself. Concentrating it on your hands, you were soon holding a white Mirror Edge, something you could only summon once in your life – and it left you extremely tired after fighting with it for a few seconds.
But you wouldn’t give in. You would fight by his side until all your energies gave out if you had to – and that was something Vergil admired endlessly in your soul. With all your differences and similarities, your will matched his own.
“I guess it’s time to make your heart bleed a little more.” The demon’s distorted voice suddenly started to change, as the scenery around you morphed into a place of darkness and desolation.
No one knew of that place, not even you. Feeling your feet sticking in the blood red ground, you kept fighting with whatever strength you had left, realizing the demons now resembled Angelos.
“Vergil! Don’t let her get hurt!” You screamed as soon as you saw Blaire being attacked by two demons much stronger than her.
He would never argue with you regarding protecting another soul. Vergil immediately ran by Blaire’s side, killing the Angelos with one swift move.
“Where… Where are we?!” The girl was horrified. It seemed like a church – out of the deepest corners of Hell, covered in demon corpses and blood. Vergil knew very well where they were.
“Inside my worst nightmare.” It was the only thing he managed to murmur before slaying another demon who tried to grab her.
Until he heard you scream.
“Silence, little one. It is time.” And that voice. The voice he knew very well. The voice that echoed inside his head and made Vergil lose every single drop of free will he had in his life.
Turning around in shock, he saw something even worse than the traumatic memories engrained in his mind: Mundus held your suddenly fragile body, the Mirror Edge buried on the ground. You tried to set yourself free, but it was to no avail. The demons followed their master in a procession towards a broken cross – the cross where Vergil had once his soul broken and his coronation as Nelo Angelo.
“What are they doing…?” Blaire could only whisper, now hiding herself behind Vergil. She had no possibility of fighting against those demons, of stopping whatever they wanted to do to you.
That was what Vergil feared most – and he didn’t even know that prior to seeing the possibility of you suffering the same fate as his.
A fate not of your own making, not carved by your choices – but by his. A damnation from loving him so much.
Blaire screamed once again as Vergil triggered – but, this time, his wings spread in the sky like an angel of death ready to take on his enemies. There was nothing but the desire to kill, to end every single living thing in that godforsaken place until there were just the two of you standing – and you safely held in his embrace.
Vergil was in a frenzy, you could see that. Even if he was a lot more ruthless than his twin brother, it was very rare for him to be taken by his emotions like that. With the Yamato slashing through the procession of demons, Vergil got covered in blood – gracefully performing his dance of death among his enemies.
The Yamato crossed Mundus’ chest as he was about to nail your hands in the cross.
You fell on the ground, trying to breathe once more. Mundus’ stumbled back, slowly becoming the she-devil who taunted Vergil in his own nightmare. With her eyes widened, she tried to claw herself away from the slowly approaching blue devil covered in blood – terrified of those fiery blue eyes.
You loved his harshness – the she-devil looked at you for a while, unable to comprehend. That version of him didn’t scare you and she couldn’t understand how you could love him even like that.
“It was her… She was the one who did all this.” The demon tried, pointing at Blaire, who just stared at her in shock. “She is the one to blame!”
“You expect mercy?” Vergil’s distorted voice felt like the purest ice. “You have been inside my head. You know who I am. All I did. I do not believe in mercy.”
Watching the Yamato glistening one last time, the demon died in horror as she realized – he was indeed the son of Sparda. Vergil, the one enslaved by Mundus’, the Dark Slayer who broke free from Hell with his body crumbling and nothing but the will to live. There was no mercy. If there was, he wouldn’t have survived for so long.
Her head rolled on the floor until stopping at Blaire’s feet. The girl screamed once more, before looking back at the demon who now approached her, menacingly.
“It was a mistake! You shouldn’t listen to her! I can get you out of here…!”
“It was a binding spell. I know how to reverse it.” There was no space left for warmth in his voice – no heart left inside Vergil. He was taken by his demon and the frenzy to desperately protect you from living the same thing he did. “We do not need you. This was your doing – it is time to face the consequences.”
Blaire walked back, fear taking ahold of her heart. She never thought a simple spell, that looked like they would have everything under control, could be the cause of her death – and such a horrible kind of death.
Before Vergil could continue, though, he suddenly felt soft hands on his wrist – the one with the hand holding Yamato. Stopping on his tracks and slowly looking back, he found you – bloody, bruised, scraped, but with a gentle smile on your lips. You slowly caressed his harsh skin, moving one of your hands up his arm to turn him around to you.
“Love… I’m alright. There’s no need for this.” Your voice was kind and Blaire just stared with her heart on her hands. Just like the demon before, she couldn’t wrap her mind around how you seemed to not be scared and even call him love. “She is just a child. Bullied, tired, making mistakes. Just like I did… And just like you did. It’s over, I’m alright. She’s a child, Vergil. You can stop now.”
You remained like that for a while, with Vergil just breathing harshly through his teeth. After a few moments, you caressed his face, pulling him to a kiss – and, before your lips could land on his fangs, your Vergil was back, and his soft lips kissed yours back. You remained with eyes closed, as you stroked his now soft cheek, his forehead resting on yours. You could feel him slowly relaxing under your fingers, his breath coming back to normal.
“I was afraid to lose you.” He suddenly whispered; voice coarse. “That I would not have enough power to protect you.”
“But you do, love. You are the most powerful being I’ve ever met.” You whispered back, a half-smile in your lips. “King of Hell.”
And Blaire suddenly froze up. Did she just almost kill the love of the life of the King of Hell himself? Despair took her over and she questioned every action she took since the day she found that freaking spell with her friends.
“Then you are part of royalty as well.” His answer was quick and silent, wrapped with a kiss on your forehead. Turning back to Blaire, the girl was more than ready to beg Vergil for mercy – even if he had said before he did not know mercy. “Where is the binding spell?”
With trembling hands, she gave it to Vergil – who left you for a while to undo the spell. You sat on a tall tombstone, right by Blaire’s side and the girl seemed frozen – obviously scared of both of you.
“Hey. I know he can be a little intense.” You tried to start a conversation, making her terrified eyes turn to you. “But there is a human heart beating in his chest. Vergil’s been through a lot and when he, or someone he loves, is in danger, he tends to go berserk.”
“He… Is the King of Hell…?” As she chose her words carefully you laughed it off. Somehow, that managed to relax her – even if just a little.
“It’s an inside joke. For a while, yes.” You shrugged, watching your lovely blue devil working his arcane arts, ignoring how Blaire stared at you with widened eyes. “Indeed, the most powerful being I’ve ever met.”
“You…” The girl almost whispered, admiring how your eyes stared at Vergil with care and longing. She couldn’t understand it: there was so much love inside of you for him, even though he seemed ruthless and without mercy. She always played tough alongside her friends, saying how badass it would be to date a demon, but seeing it for real for the first time made her speechless. “You really love him.”
“I do.” You sighed back, completely hopeless. With a little smile on your lips, you smartly stared back at her. “I know it seems like it makes no sense. But I can see the human he is under all that armor of harshness… And honestly, between you and me, he just wants to be loved back. Not having that terrifies him more than fighting the most powerful demons of Hell.”
You winked back at Blaire, making the girl smile. The box in Vergil’s hands started to glow and he finally looked back at you – it was time to go back home.
*
“Let me remind you it was your wicked idea to have me scare a group of teenagers.”
Vergil was a little done with haunted houses that night – and you couldn’t really blame him. After all that happened, you met Blaire’s friends and had the brilliant idea of asking the Dark Slayer to play a trick on their bullies – with Vergil half-triggered, he scared the kids until the witches pretended to exorcise him out of his demon.
It worked. Nothing you would have believed, but it was effective. The teens seemed to believe in the power of the group of witches and were positively scared of them – probably respecting the girls so they would never be bullied again.
The rest of the night, though, Vergil simply walked around the haunted houses as if nothing could shake him. It took him just a few seconds to cross an entire attraction – while the rest of the crew got scared, laughed and enjoyed the moment.
Only a few things could scare him more than what happened at that cemetery – therefore, Vergil was as expressive as a white wall.
“Oh, c’mon. I bet you loved the idea as well, my dear necromancer.” You had your arm entangled with his, walking casually near the exit of one of the haunts.
Of course, Vergil just strode through it and you followed, apologizing to the performers and assuring them they were indeed scary. So, there you were, killing time together while the crew was still crossing it.
“It was a smart one, I will not deny it.” Vergil had a little smile hidden in his lips, acquiescing with his head. He never ceased to act as if he was born in another time. “I wanted to ask you something, love. That… Vision. In the house, together… Was it conjunct or did you see something else?”
“I saw myself in your family’s house, with you. Brewing tea and making toast during a lazy morning.” You smiled back, remembering how warm you felt in his arms. How vulnerable Vergil was. “I dare to say it was conjunct.”
“Hmmm…”
It seemed like Vergil would say something else, but there were no words following his hum. You waited a little bit, remembering how he asked you not to let go but simply accepted his fate when he realized only him was doomed to Hell.
“You thought you were dead, right…?”
And if there was something Vergil admired endlessly in you was your direct words, never going around subjects like a dance before actually asking what you wanted to. He needed that kind of honesty, that kind of objectiveness. After years dealing with demons and unnatural creatures, Vergil came to get used to their ways of speaking through half-words, but not the ways of humans – your clear words were more than welcome to him.
“Hmmm.” Once again, he only hummed, but slightly nodded in confirmation. Vergil didn’t want you to think he didn’t want to live with you and that he was unsatisfied, but he did long for peace – a kind of peace he thought he would only achieve in death. “But I was delighted to think you would be in my eternal rest with me.”
“Hmmm.” It was your turn to hum just like him, caressing Vergil’s arm with your free hand. “I was delighted to have you by my side as well. It wouldn’t be paradise to me if you weren’t in it.”
Vergil’s lips curved up in a slight smile, while he tried to hide how those words took the breath out of his chest. To think he would be part of someone’s paradise… Vergil never thought of himself as someone so important. As someone deserving of something more than hatred.
Stopping with you in the middle of the park, Vergil put both of his hands inside his pockets, having you face him with intrigued eyes. He had his nose slightly up in the sky, with that convinced tinge on his lips you loved so much.
“Trick or treat.”
You smiled back, narrowing your eyes a little bit. That was odd – Vergil never seemed to enjoy trick or treating before, even if Dante said they were enthusiastic about it as kids.
His eyes encouraged you, though. After some seconds, you tapped one of his arms, expecting him to take something out of his pockets.
But then, Vergil leaned down and kissed you.
“You are my peace.”
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spinningwebsandtales · 6 months
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Imagine Dante Protecting You After Getting Injured
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Dante X FemReader
Rating: T+
Warnings: Blood, reader is injured, and there's some feels
Word Count: 702
(A/N:) I had this idea for Dante and I decided to make it into a series with Nero and Vergil as well. I really enjoy writing for the DMC universe as the characters are really fun to write. I can't help but be a Dante fangirl but I also enjoy Vergil and Nero as well. I can't wait to go back into the DMC universe if they ever decide to make another game. Until then I'll keep myself entertained along with my fellow fangirls with some much needed fanfictions. Until next time happy reading! ~Countess
Patrols with Dante were quickly becoming your favorite thing as you got to spend more time with him. The fighting demons was a plus as you enjoyed the work, despite the danger that came with it. No calls had come in for awhile for the office so Dante pulled you off the couch you sat on, reading a book. He took your book laying it on the cushions, the last time he just threw it and lost your place he learned his lesson that time, and held out your weapons.
"We're going out to play," he announced with a wide grin.
"It's a date then," you replied taking your weapons and strapping them on.
After Dante had prepared himself you both stepped out the door hand in hand, searching for whatever trouble you both could get into. What you both weren't expecting was getting into severe trouble. A group of powerful demons had taken over a warehouse and even Dante was having a hard time keeping up. You held your ground but you were quickly being overrun as you tried to keep up. Claws pierced your side and you cried out as your blood began to paint the floor in bright gore. Dante could smell your wound over the blood of devils littering the place. You had been hurt before, it came with the territory but for some reason this time Dante lost it. He Devil Triggered taking the surrounding creatures out around you both and scooped you up before retreating from the hoard. You could hear the enraged screeching and roars as Dante moved you quickly away. The heat of his transformed body made you sweat along with the pain of the gash as you held your side, trying to staunch the bleeding.
After the devils gave up and you both were far away enough in the labyrinth of a warehouse he sat you down gently. You gritted your teeth as Dante quickly released his DT and knelt down beside you. He lifted your shirt, fighting his other half as he growled and snarled at the look of the severity of your wound.
"You're going to get them back down on us if you don't calm down," you panted gripping his wrist with a bloody hand.
"I'm trying," Dante's voice cracked at his snarl.
"Easy," you cooed, "I'm the injured one here."
"I know," Dante continued to growl. "I can't stand it."
You began to rummage through your pack for the meager first aid kit. While Dante never needed it, you brought it for yourself as you didn't get to heal like he can.
"It's not like I've been injured before. If I have to go to the hospital we'll just tell them a rogue tiger got me."
Normally when you would joke about your injuries or come up with wild stories about how you got said injuries he would laugh, not this time. You paused in your pack digging to look up at Dante. What you saw made you suck in a quick breath that caused your side to sting. His blue eyes a storm of emotions; rage, worry, and vulnerability. That last one was a sight you weren't used to.
"Dante?"
"It's different this time," he replied finally when he saw how concerned you looked. "I care about you so much. I did before too, but I can't live without you."
"Dante..."
He cut you off, pressing a frantic kiss to your chapped lips. If you hadn't been so injured you would have pulled him closer. But the pain in your side made you lay there obediently as you let Dante release the emotions he needed to.
"Please," he breathed once he stepped back, "don't leave me."
You huffed, "How can I say no to a pleading man?"
"I'll get down on my hands and knees for you babe," he partly teased but was mostly serious.
"I'd settle for a hospital," you laughed before groaning in pain.
Once again Dante scooped you up while ignoring the red puddle you were laying in.
"Your wish is my command," he purred, before rushing you out of the warehouse and getting you as quick as possible to the nearest hospital in Redgrave.
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wjbs-aus · 6 months
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hello, I know absolutely nothing about Ultrakill besides gun, flesh and
COIN
Please enlighten me. Do not hold back. I want to hear every excruciating detail, from lore to gameplay.
and if you want to know *exactly* how much I know, all the media of ultrakill I have consumed is random pictures of the sentient security camera and Gohrdahn’s video on SPARECHANGE%. also asking people who have no idea what’s going on about what’s going on is funny, so so far all I’ve picked up is that you’re a robot angel thing from hell and you fighting your way to heaven. Machines killed everyone and I wonder if the protagonist finds the metal areas more disturbing than the fleshy areas; after all, they’re seeing what is basically their insides, no?
No offense, but wow is that summary incorrect! Let's rectify that!
I'll only be covering the lore because, even though I've finished the game (so far), I don't fully understand the mechanics.
Be warned that some information may be incorrect since my memory sucks, and it also may become outdated in the future, as the game is still in development.
Also, I really recommend just playing the game. It's very good so far!
Anyway,
The ULTRALORE
Long ago, humanity had a Big War™ and built robots powered by blood. Remember that last point, it will be important later. One of these robots is our protagonist, V1; a blue robot with large, glowing wings that it uses to store its weapons, Hammerspace-style.
Eventually, the war ended, but humanity still used the robots for stuff like security. They also discovered Hell, which coincidentally happened to be structured identically to Dante Alighieri's interpretation, as seen in the Divine Comedy (Limbo -> Lust -> Gluttony -> Greed -> Wrath -> Heresy -> Violence -> Fraud -> Treachery).
An indeterminate amount of time before this, Minos, king of the layer of Lust, tried to improve the living conditions of his people, believing it to be wrong that they were being judged for the "crime" of love. He was killed by the archangel Gabriel (yes, that one) and had his soul imprisoned within the Flesh Prison, a half-demon half-angel living cage, forced to watch his gigantic corpse destroy his own realm. At another point in time (though I am not sure when it happened in relation to the last one), King Sisyphus (yes, that one) tried to rebel against Heaven, and was killed; unlike Minos, whose body lived on as a gigantic Husk, Sisyphus was beheaded and crucified within a secret chamber inside a pyramid in the Greed layer, while his soul was imprisoned within the Flesh Panopticon.
Back to the present, V1 got a younger, more-advanced sibling named V2, designed for security purposes and equipped with an explosive punch. Meanwhile, the people exploring Hell discovered that the entire realm is alive.
And then all of humanity died of probably robot-related causes.
So naturally, the robots made a beeline for Hell; after all,
MANKIND IS DEAD. BLOOD IS FUEL. HELL IS FULL. BABA IS YOU
One of these robots is V1. It entered Hell through some kinda funky mechanical entrance thing, where it encountered other Machines, as well as Husks (the embodiments of human souls) and Demons (statues filled with Magic Meat™ that animates them and gives them powers), collecting blood as it went. Eventually, V1 reached the gates of Hell (which, much like in the Divine Comedy, have the phrase "Abandon hope all ye who enter here" written across them), defeated the Cerberi (a pair of Demons resembling simplified versions of the Thinker), and entered Limbo.
The ULTRAKILL version of Limbo is interesting, though fairly basic compared to the later layers; the "sky" is made of screens, ambient nature-sounds come from poorly-hidden speakers, and there are folly-like "ruins" everywhere. V1 continues its journey, fighting the Hideous Mass (a large Demon resembling a scorpion or maybe lobster with the Creation Of Adam carved onto the tops of its claws, along with a harpoon-tail, and lots of exposed demonic flesh leaking out from large gaps in its armour) on the way. Eventually, it reaches a serene church, where it encounters V2. After a long battle, V2 escapes, dropping its left arm; V1 takes it and leaves, entering Lust.
Lust is a gigantic Cyberpunk cityscape, with Minos's gigantic Husk towering in the distance.
It's one of the most beautiful areas in the entire game.
As V1 travels through the layer, it gets closer to Minos, until the dead king himself attacks V1; it kills him, and a gateway to Gluttony appears in his throat.
At time of writing, Gluttony is the most conceptually-obvious layer, being a big organic thing with wobbly meat-walls, giant searchlight-eyes, spine-bridges and lakes of stomach acid. Shortly after arriving, V1 is contacted by a mildly-peeved Gabriel, telling it to "turn back now", as "the walls of this palace are not for your kind". Naturally, lacking any sense of self-preservation, nor any percievable emotion, V1 proceeds to battle Gabriel in front of a gigantic beating heart. Gabriel loses, swears his revenge, and proceeds to have a tantrum and call V1 an "insignificant fuck", then teleports away in a blinding flash of light. V1 drops down the hole in the bottom of the arena...
Disgrace. Humiliation. Unseemly and unwelcome at the feet of The Council. Their eyes ablaze with bitter resentment, glaring through Gabriel's wounds of body and soul, bore outward for all to see. "Has this one abandoned the way of our creator?" "It is unworthy of its Holy Light." "The Father's Light is indomitable." "This one sees fit to squander it." Their words resonated in Gabriel's limbs, coursing through as lightning upon wire, a searing hiss that would strike lessers deaf and blind. The Holy Light within him, an unstoppable force of divine fury. Insurmountable for mere Objects. This he knew. "Holy Council, my devotion to our creator is absolute. I have never strayed from the will of The Father, but a machine-" "You dare imply the might of The Father could be shaken by mere objects?" "Impossible." "Heresy." "Unspeakable." "Heresy." "Heresy." "Silence." "Your treachery will not be tolerated. As punishment, The Father's Light shall be severed from your body. You have 24 hours before the last of its embers die out." "And you with them." "Prove your loyalty." "Unmake your mistakes." As the Light was ripped from his being, Gabriel's screams were silenced in the hiss of gospel in praise of God. A boiling anguish to which even the fires of Hell could not compare. Through the blaze of torment a single burning hatred was forged anew. If the machines seek blood, he would give it freely; and with such fury, even metal will bleed.
... before landing in Greed, a vast desert with literal golden sand, with recreations of various famous landmarks. V1 fights a Sisyphean Insurrectionist, and later re-encounters V2, who has a new hookshot arm, but manages to beat the newer robot; the two end up in a high-speed chase down the side of a pyramid, but eventually V1 manages to get V2 to fall, with it landing hard on a nearby bridge, turning into a large, red stain.
V2 is canonically dead.
V1 grabs its arm, and leaves for Wrath.
Once upon a time, Wrath was the River Styx (yes, that one), before it suddenly turned into vast ocean. The souls of the damned literally fight for air, while those who lose hope fall to the bottom and [REDACTED FOR SPOILER REASONS].
V1 fights through a flooded underground complex, before ending up outside on a stormy night; they fight through many enemies, and manage to summon a gigantic cruise ship captained by a skeletal Ferryman, leading to ULTRAKILL's only moral choice at time of writing; using the revolver's Marksman mode, it is possible to throw a coin to the Ferryman. Alternatively, V1 battles the Ferryman (who is a gigantic Gabriel fanboy that carves demons into enemy-protecting Idols). Either way, this opens the path to inside the boat, which is attacked by a vast sea-monster; after escaping the now-capsized boat, V1 fights the Leviathan (a gigantic demon whose flesh was made from the Husks who gave up and sank to the bottom of the Ocean Styx; its heart, which sticks out of its head, has multiple angelic spears impaled into it, and constantly screams). V1 defeats the Leviathan, which explodes into a shower of blood, and the ocean splits open to reveal the entrance to Heresy.
Heresy is the most "hellish" layer yet; it's bright red, there's fire everywhere, and a lot of the buildings have goat-skulls on the walls. Gabriel, more furious after having his divine link severed, awaits V1. He goes off on one at it for killing everything in Hell, then tries to kill it again.
He loses, but this time, he's more graceful. Gabriel leaves to think, and his giant pipe-organ opens, revealing the entrance to Violence. That is where the story ends for now.
Silence. Introspection. How many had he killed? Had he ever thought to count? How much cruelty did he embody... and to what end? How many did he condemn to hell and who did it benefit..? Two defeats at the hands of the machine had changed Gabriel. The world of the one supposed Will of God was now shattered and only he was left to put the pieces back together. They collected before the light of a dying fire that fresh fuel couldn't sustain, this new light showing the truth to Gabriel: The pieces never fit together to begin with. The supposed Council of "the people" who boasted a God that wasn't there. Gone. Vanished. The Council still chased after the light of God's fire, their memory of its words and will grown twisted and warped, and the rest of the aimless masses of Heaven follow their footsteps. The angels still act in The Father's name but His kingdom has changed. Now the fire was dying, sputtering out as the heat failed to gain purchase. Gabriel looked upon the embers with a perfect clarity. He drew his blade and held it in contrast to the dying light. In its reflection he saw a weapon reborn, no longer wielded by the will of another, but his own. He knew words alone would never sway the masses. He chose to do something drastic. Death stains the auditorium. The littered corpses of the once mighty council now strewn against its surfaces, their last gasps of life dripping down the dissident blade of Gabriel's sword. The last councilor, now backed up to a wall, scrambles for words between panicked breaths as death approaches with measured steps. "W-wait! Y-you can't do this! Out status forbids it! This is treason, heresy, murder! We are the supreme authority, our law commands you! "You command nothing. Your words hold no power over me, or anyone else. Lest you truly believe you can talk my blade back into its sheath." "B-but the people are on our side! The citizens of Heaven know that we are just!" "The masses only follow you out of fear and desperation. I will show them there is nothing to be afraid of, for there is not species nor origin, vested rank or holy status that will stop the sharp edge of a sword. We all bleed the same blood, and the cushions of your thrones have made you weak and impotent." "P-please, Gabriel, see reason! The council follows the will of The Father! You seek to go against our creato-" "Face it, brother. God is Dead. The fire is gone. You're chasing phantoms." Gabriel's silhouette now towers over the councilor, his shadow cast upon a soon lifeless corpse. He raises his sword for the final cut as the crying mess on the floor stammers out its final feeble argument. "B-b-but the Father's light! Without me you cannot hope to reconnect with it! I-i-if you kill me, you'll be dead in a matter of hours!" ... "I know." A clean, silent cut glides through the councilor's neck, severing his spine with elegance and ease. His head falls onto the marble floor, the rest of his body following soon after. Bereft of status but brimming with purpose, Gabriel gave a final message to the angels amassed at the gates of the auditorium before leaving Heaven for the very last time. His arm outstretched, without a word, the people saw. In the silence the message rang out to the far ends of the cosmos.
The terminals encountered in Prime Sanctums and other secret levels reveal a bit more; most importantly that A. the terminals get bored, explaining the infinite Cyber Grind mode, and B. God regrets condemning Lucifer to Hell.
There's more, but honestly, play the game. It's really good.
that moment when you realise that Gorillaz lore is probably easier to explain than ULTRAKILL
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uninformedartist · 9 months
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I kinda get what story Viv was trying to tell in S1E8. Loona meeting Tex' girlfriend and she is wayyyy better than her in pretty much every category imaginable. She realizing she never had a chance to begin with. This is a relatable cute story idea on its own. But his girlfriend being a literal ruler of hell is just too much imo. It doesn't make sense from a character perspective and a worldbuilding perspective. It's just too much for a character. Bee rules one ring in hell, an representation of one of the deadly sins since the ancient times but she is also this normal girl who dates Tex and is a total party girl/pop star. It feels like 2 characters/ concepts in one. It's a mess and lacks a clear direction. It also doesn't look like an animal trainer (like Viv says she is supposed to) she looks like an extreme oc splarkle dog who is a hell to animate. Which is fine for a love rival imo. But this sparkle oc being literal royalty is a huge letdown.
I think the only way Bee's current design would work is if she weren't a princess of hell herself but the rebelious daughter of the queen of gluttony, who is a bee and did have an affair with a hellhound or whatever. It would explain why she is half hellhound half bee. It would explain why she can date Vortex without people caring too much since she has the benefits of the upper class but not the responsibilities. But that's just an idea i had
Completely agree anon, and you are not the 1st person to feel this way. I have seen many re designs of her that interpreted Bee being the daughter of Cerberus and Beelzebub. It makes sense since in Dante's infreno Cerberus exists and lives in the gluttony ring so it would be possible for Cerberus and Beelzebub to get together and have Bee, sparkle dog/bee hybrid solved. There is so many interpretations and texts on biblical lore Viv really could've went ham and selected whatever suited her world best.
Also the thing that is really glaring with Tex and Bee's relationship relationship is the power dynamic. Bee in Viv's version is the OG Beelzebub, not an offspring of Beelzebub the OG. It like you said causes it to not make sense from a character perspective nor a world building perspective. This ancient immortal being is with a the lowest class of hell and hell hound, has the personality of a young adult party girl it just doest make sense. Also this scene
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Where Loona glances at Tex. Bee is in her true form but Tex here looks scared, intimidated and can't help Loona in this situation. This just solidified to me their power imbalance. They should've made Bee the daughter of Cerberus and Beelzebub, this makes her design make sense/world building too. Secondly keep her rebellious party girl personality, she's a rebellious young adult of 2 ancient beings. It can show she's rebellious going against the status quo by dating Tex after all her mother did too by having a child with Cerberus so why can't she. Shows conflict withoutin Bee's self, being a hybrid demon she's trying to find herself and is going through a rebellious phase. And last write of the scene above with Tex being scared of her, show him standing with Bee because this scene goes about Loona not checking up with Blitz, Bee got angry at what Loona said to her and how Loona is so nonchalant with Blitz's safety. Then after have Tex still stand with her but correcting her on how she could've handled the situation better by not getting so angry and going into her true form. Shows a balance in their relationship, Tex standing by her but also not afraid to correct her on things she does wrong and Bee accepting the critique Tex gives her.
Sorry its a bit rambling, ty for the ask anon and sorry for replying so late.
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icycoldninja · 3 months
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more dante BARK BARK BARK BARK
im so normal abt him guys
I feel u bro, have yourself a Dante fic that's as fluffy as his hair :)
Tired. (Dante x Reader fluff)
Being a devil hunter was a tiring occupation. All day long, defeating demons. Slicing them open, shooting holes through their bodies, destroying their brains and whatnot. All this gory, violent work often left one remarkably drained, even more so in the case of a certain white-haired male who went by the name of Dante Sparda. Though he tried his best to hide it, the stress of his work visibly weighed down upon him, evident in his disoriented behavior and heavy-lidded eyes. Dante often disguised his exhaustion by putting on a smile, cracking some witty jokes, or causing one of his usual, extravagant shenanigans--a ploy that almost always worked. Almost.
Of course, there were some times when Dante was simply too tired to put on his facade; too tired to pretend any longer. Today was one of those days.
It wasn't too hard to tell, given the slow way he trudged through the doors of Devil May Cry and the noticeable lack of perk in his step. Dante practically dragged himself into the building along with his sword, which he literally dropped in the middle of the hallway, further demonstrating how exhausted he was. Upon seeing him return, you sprang up from your seat and rushed towards him, a wide smile on your face. Dante's weary blue eyes lit up with cheer upon seeing you heading his way, as you were one of the very few things that managed to brighten his day after long bouts of demon massacring.
"I missed you, Dante," You mumbled, throwing your arms around his neck and kissing his grizzled cheek. "I know, babe," He replied, his voice rather weak; the arm he snaked around your waist lax in its grip. "I missed you too." You soon realized that Dante was literally leaning into you, apparently too tired to stand on his own feet anymore. You chuckled, running your fingers through his hair and peppering kisses along the side of his face, glad that he was in your arms, where he belonged. The two of you remained in each other's embrace for some time, before Dante snored. Yes, he actually snored. The man snored into your shoulder because he'd genuinely fallen asleep for a split second. Giggling slightly, you patted his back, pressed one more kiss to his cheek, then freed yourself from his hold.
"You need to rest," You told him, watching him rub his eyes and suppress a yawn. "I know," He sighed, scratching the back of his head. "Lemme go wash up and I'll see you there, yeah?" You nodded, folding your arms and starting towards his bedroom. "I'll see you there." Dante winked at you in what he supposed was a flirty manner before disappearing into the bathroom.
The man returned several minutes later, freshened up physically, but still tired. He collapsed into the bed, not even bothering to get under the covers. He just hit the mattress like a plank of wood and peeked up at you with one half closed eye. Pessing a kiss to his forehead, you helped him roll over on his back and slide under the blankets before wrapping your arms around his shoulder and tugging him close to you. As if out of reflex, Dante curled his large limbs around your waist, comfortably resting his head on your chest. "Love ya, babe." He mumbled, closing his eyes. "Love you too, my little gremlin." Dante snorted, playfully slapping your side before he finally allowed his mind to go blank and his body to drift off to sleep.
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