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Back to September 13th - Hell

At the most obscure depths of Hell, loud fight noises could be heard. Many lesser demons and even strong demons were trying to hide from the fight range.

Mundus, the former Demon King, who still carried scars from his fight against Dante and Trish, was getting an ass-kicking from an unknown creature. The being had three pairs of wings, a snake-ish body, and two pairs of arms holding two silver swords within one set and a longbow with the other. Its body was covered in snow-white feathers with golden details so finely detailed that it seemed to be hand-draw. It had a female humanoid face, with an owl beak in the middle of the lips, and very long blood-red feathers came from its head, looking like hair. Finally, it had a bone formation over the head that looked like an angel's halo.

The being wasn't having trouble fighting Mundus. It was having fun. It threw him really hard on the ground, making some scars open and showing a bit of Mundus' true form under it.

"What… What are you doing here?" Mundus asked, out of breath and terrified.

The creature took their top left hand to cover their mouth while it was laughing out loud. "Hahaha, isn't it simple? you still own me!"

"No! I-!" Mundus barely could reply before having his face buried into the ground by the creature's hands, which were only half his size.

The smile on the creature's face vanished, and now it was a furious look as if someone clicked a button on its mind.

"Listen here! You piece of shit!" it shouted, "You had one job! ONE FUCKING JOB! And not even with two powerful weapons on your side could you make it work!"

Mundus couldn't respond. His shame for losing to a Sparda ascendant was more significant than his courage to face the white creature.

"This is a two-part deal, remember?! You got the coolest part! Mine was so fucking boring!" It continued to scream at him.

"What… do you want…?" Mundus asked, very ashamed.

The creature gave a very questionable smile and then said, getting closer to Mundus' face, "let's remake our deal…"

??? - ??:??

It was a humid, dark, and cold forest. There was a rain scent in the air. The treetops were dense that the grayish sky above could be barely seen, and just a dim light illuminated a few spots around. Through the dark paths between the tall trees, a loud and desperate crying of a human child could be heard.

Vergil found himself in this odd place. He looked around confused; what happened? Wasn't he just at the Qliphoth base among Dante?

But he felt like the child's crying was calling him; that sound gave him an odd urge to follow it.

In a sprint, he began to run the fastest he could. The more he ran inside the forest, the more the man felt he was being watched by not just one, but countless presences as if he was in the middle of a big city.

Still running, he looked to his sides and behind himself, but he couldn't see anything else aside from the deep darkness within the forest.

That didn't stop him from following the child's crying.

He continued to run the fastest he could, but he started to abnormally get tired quickly. Once he began to lose his breath, the scenery around him began to look different. The trees assumed a distorted shape, the bark turned white with screaming faces carved on them, and the branches looked like arms and legs. There were no leaves anymore. He could now see blood veins connecting the trees, and it was getting dimmer and dimmer. The place was getting hotter and the air heavier.

It was getting difficult for him to breathe properly and his legs burning tired as if he was climbing a mountain. He had to stop to catch a breath, or his body would do so by itself.

When he tried to stop, he nearly stumbled on his feet. The man had to hang his hands on his knees, and he was sweating and breathing heavily.

"Just a quick pause, I need… air," he thought.

*Crack*

The sound of crackling wood came from much closer than the child's cry.

*Crack crack* again.

When he noticed, the trees' arms and legs moved, trying to stretch and reach him out. The faces started to move, and blood began to come out of them. The trees also began to make loud noises as if they were screaming, muffing a bit the child's cry from Vergil's hearing.

He didn't have time to watch that grotesque scene; he had to find the crying child. He didn't catch enough breath, but he started to run all over again.

The heavy and hot air wasn't letting him run at the same efficiency as before. But as he continued on his path, the trees were shaking more aggressively. More blood dripped out of it until he was stepping in large pools of blood, making running much more difficult for him.

The lack of oxygen started to make him dizzy. His vision blurred, not letting him see a white crystal-shaped stone in the ground that he stumbled over.

He fell flat on the blood-soaked ground. His body was weakened, and he could barely move. But even between the screams of the trees, he could still hear the child crying, this time much closer.

With all the strength he had, he directed it to his arms. It was like a heavy stone was over him. He did everything in his power to get up. He eventually started doing so but slowly.

Suddenly, he felt his body being dragged down; he looked back in a hurry to see what it was. Human-shaped forms were coming from below the blood pool. To be precise, the figures were the humans from Redgrave City that the Qliphoth had turned into - empty and dried, dark bloody red carcasses.

He tried to Devil Trigger in a desperate move, but none of his demonic magic responded, and then all of his legs were taken under the blood. He wasn't sinking fast, but very slowly, fuelling his panic.

He didn't have Yamato with himself either, and neither could summon it.

Looking around, in front of him, he could spot many black and white crystal-like formations. He extended his left hand, reaching a white crystal, but it was fragile and shattered the moment he'd put his hands on it.

More of the Qliphoth's victims emerged from the blood, this time coming entirely out of the pool. They walked towards Vergil and began to step on him, making him sink faster.

He tried to fight them, but his body was weak. He had zero strength to even break the thin material of the moving carcasses.

One of the carcasses above the blood raised their feet and straight-up stepped on Vergil's head, sending him ultimately down the blood.

More of the victims started to appear under the blood and began to drag him down faster. He could do nothing except to drown in the freezing cold blood.

When everything seemed to be lost, a child's hand came from above the pool, grabbing Vergil's left hand.

The child easily brought him up.

Once his face met the air, he took a deep breath and regained all his strength.

"You okay, Sir?" the child asked.

Vergil quickly took off the liquid from his eyes. It wasn't blood anymore, just normal cold water.

The first thing he saw was the kid: a little boy, around six years old with peach skin and silver hair like his, as well as sky-blue eyes. He was wearing worn-out clothes, something he probably found in the trash or something.

He concluded that he was in a fountain with a statue that resembled Sparda in the middle after looking around. The water wasn't so deep; it was around his belly as he was in a sitting position. The buildings around were very familiar, a Victorian style of construction, much like how he remembered Fortuna. It was night time; the only illumination was from the lamp posts.

"Sir?" the little boy called Vergil's attention.

Vergil took a better look at the kid; he felt his heart being stung by the boy's eyes. Something about him appeared to be different from all the other kids he had seen through his time. He got mesmerized by the gleam in the kid's eyes, it had so much life in it, but the rest of his body was so messed up and dirty.

The kid looked at him, confused. He was totally lost in what Vergil was doing in that fountain. Why was he staring at him like that?

"Who are you?" the boy asked, snapping Vergil back.

As he got up, he presented himself, "My name's Vergil. And you?"

The kid stepped back as Vergil got out of the fountain; still a bit confused, the kid said low, "Mah… mah name is… Nero."

Vergil took a delay to process the name in his mind.

"Thank you for hel-… Nero?!" he yelled, surprised, looking at the boy.

Nero got a bit scared and stepped further away from Vergil.

Understanding the boy's reaction, Vergil took a breath to calm down. He then kneeled to look at Nero at his eyes' height. He extended his right hand to call him closer and said in a tender voice, "Nero… This may sound sudden… but… I'm your father."

Nero's scared face turned into confusion and skepticism.

"You? My Daddy? That's not funny," He said dryly while he pointed at Vergil with all the sassiness of a legit Sparda.

Vergil didn't expect such a reaction, and he replied a bit embarrassed, "Yes… your biological father… I made you with your mother..."

Nero kept staring at him confused, he didn't want to get closer either. He looked at Vergil as if he was crazy or drunk.

"Nero? Who's him?" another voice, practically the same as Vergil's, came from behind.

Vergil got confused just by the voice, but when he turned back, he got thousand times more confused: There was a man in fancy winter clothes that looked almost like him, just a bit older, with a very short beard and his hair was part silver and part black, brushed backward like Vergil's but just a bit messier. His right eye was blue like his, but his left eye was of a bright caramel color. He also had a freshly cut wound crossing his right cheek, and his face and clothes were all dirty from some sort of a fight.

Vergil could also notice a katana in its scabbard, tied to the man's waist. The guard had an odd moon drawing. The white cord wrapping and handle had black paintings similar to a tiger's stripes. And the pommel had a keychain with a jewel very similar to the Perfect Amulet's golden part Vergil once had.

Vergil had to keep his guard on; that guy probably knew how to sword fight.

"Daddy!" Nero yelled with the purest happiness and ran towards the man.

Vergil got up slowly, staring confused at the man, not understanding what kind of doppelganger shit was happening.

"Hehehe! Hey! My baby!" The man yelled happily.

He got Nero up to his arms, and they hugged very tightly. The man even gave a few kisses on the kid's head, making him giggle happily.

"Who the hell are you?!" Vergil demanded.

The man gave a very suspicious smile at Vergil and responded calmly with a bit of sass in the tone, "Haven't you heard? I'm Nero's dad… but you can call me 'Shooting Star Man.'"

"What the…?" Vergil blurted. "I am Nero's father! Who the hell are you, again?!" he yelled out of patience.

"Are you tho?" Shooting Star Man replied with a mocking smile on the face.

"I don't like him... He's scary," Nero said low, hiding his face on Shooting Star Man's shoulder.

That was like a headshot from a bazooka. Vergil barely interacted with the child and already gave him a bad impression.

"Nero…" Vergil whispered disappointedly.

"Are you really his father?" Shooting Star Man asked.

Vergil answered without thinking twice, "Yes! I am!"

The man started to walk around Vergil's right side slowly, giggling in a mocking tone. Vergil didn't dare engage in combat; the man began to release a very intimidating aura, pretty much like Vergil's but many times more potent. His eyes also turned bright green, and his scleras assumed a four-pointed star shape. He had not just demonic magic, but another Vergil couldn't identify what it was, except that it wasn't demonic at all. He already looked like a formidable opponent just by that.

"So…" the man began, now sounding rather serious. "You seriously call yourself this child's father… when you had ripped off his arm?!"

The man turned so Vergil could see Nero's right arm; he didn't have his arm from the elbow below anymore. The amputated area was all covered with lots of bandages. The child was now crying in pain, shocking Vergil even more than the apparition of a modified clone of himself.

Vergil couldn't speak, only stutter in shock and confusion.

"How could you?!" The man accused while trying to comfort Nero.

"But…" Vergil didn't know what to say to defend himself. "I didn't know he was my son back then!"

"That's no excuse, and you know that." Shooting Star Man retorted but remained composed.

For a few seconds, the only sound in the place was Nero's sobbing and sniffing.

"You knew you had other options to help you in that situation. Why did you choose the Qliphoth one?"

Even with the man threatening Vergil, he couldn't stop looking at Nero. The kid was really in pain about the lost arm, and Vergil never felt so guilty about something he did before.

"Stop…just... give Nero to me...please," Vergil begged.

"Just for power? To fill an empty space inside you?!" Shooting Star Man continued.

"Stop!" Vergil yelled.

"You allowed your fears to blind you! You were looking for something you always had!" The man shouted with confidence

"STOOOOOOP!" Vergil screamed at least and, blinded by rage, he sprinted to attack the man.

He was able to summon Yamato midway, and he swung his sword with all the strength he got when he was aiming precisely at the man's right arm.

At the last second, the man parried the attack with his sword. Vergil didn't even see the movement of his arm to get the weapon.

Shooting Star Man's katana's blade seemed to be made out of diamond. Apparently, blue and golden magic energy was flowing inside of it, resembling a space nebula.

Tsukuyomi

Category: unknown

Type: unknown

User(s): Shooting Star Man

Description: A beautiful sword that shines like the clearest night sky filled with stars and galaxies till where the eye can see.

Vergil didn't have time to admire the opponent's weapon. He was too focused on getting Nero back. The man continued to swing his sword in many attempts to wound Shooting Star Man. Still, he was able to entirely deflect and parry every single attack.

Over the head, to the waist, knees, feet, it didn't matter; Vergil couldn't make a single scratch. And the man was using only one hand to swing his sword, while the other was holding Nero - that was watching everything.

In one last attempt to cut the man in half, Vergil put all his strength in one swing. Unfortunately, he was parried once more, and this time the man threw him and his sword backward, almost making him stay down on his knees.

One thing Vergil only noticed after the last attack was the diamond sword's blade form: the blade was smaller, the length of a dagger by now, the rest disappeared.

As he paid more attention to his surroundings, he could see countless little diamond pieces floating in the air around him.

Shooting Star Man turned to Nero and whispered tenderly, "Don't look at it now, my baby."

Nero gently covered his eyes with his left hand and hid his face on the man's shoulder.

Vergil was out of action. He couldn't channel his magic for what he wanted to use it for - he could only use Yamato as an ordinary sword… if he had it in his hands.

"You have made your choices…" the man said.

"...now let the stars judge you..." he said, pointing the broken sword at Vergil.

Everything happened in a matter of half a second or less. The diamond pieces glowed in bright white light, and faster as lighting, they slashed and pierced Vergil through every part of his body.

He felt like he received his own finishing move - Judgment Cut End - many times but as smaller cuts.

He fell to the ground, bathed in his blood. He didn't have any more part of his skin and clothes in one piece, and his internal organs were like swiss cheese. Luckily, only his head didn't receive such severe damage. And since his brain was intact, he was still conscious.

The Man got slowly closer to him and didn't let Nero watch that horrific scene. The small pieces of the blade quickly returned to the handle and formed the sword again as if it never had shattered.

Vergil's blood began to form a vast pool around him and the same human carcasses from inside the blood from before started to rise, using his blood as material.

There were countless more, probably all the victims from the demonic tree, under and deep down the pool.

"Their blood is your blood now," the man said stoically.

Vergil couldn't move his body, but he could see and listen to what was happening.

"What are you gonna do about that?" The man asked.

When the man's presence got closer, Vergil saw Urizen, and he was now V - wearing Vergil's clothes.

They were both now at the dead and dry place inside Vergil's mind.

Urizen kept staring at V's bleak picture in the bloody ground.

"How long will you insist on this?" Urizen asked, his voice sounded sad instead of the usual confidence.

V could do nothing except stare at the demon. He barely could keep his eyes open.

"All of your ideas only brought pain and sorrow to this place. You know we don't deserve friends… a family…" Urizen said with grief.

-a pause-

"Love…"

Urizen got very close to V and raised his right foot over V's body.

"Enough of your human fantasies," he said slowly...

...And went to step on V with all his strength.

Hell - Next day - Day time… probably…

Vergil woke up in a blast. His heart was racing insanely; his arms and legs were shaking like thin branches in a storm. He was so nervous he had difficulty catching a breath; he was breathing heavily, and his body was stiff.

That dream was so vivid that it looked like it was real.

He didn't even pay attention to what was covering him. He just dragged the supposed blanket over his shoulder, cuddling himself tightly in an attempt to find some comfort and calm down.

Until a robust putrid scent snapped him back to his senses: he was covered by Dante's leather coat.

He may be on alert all time, but something he never stopped to pay attention was his and Dante's scent; his brother hasn't taken a bath in a month… or more. Now him… What was soap like? It's been years since he cleaned himself good enough to call it "bathing."

The smell was twisting his stomach. He had to take in some air, but he noticed a magical barrier when he looked outside. The energy from it seemed to be from Dante, which was also nowhere to be found.

A few minutes later...

Vergil didn't take off Dante's jacket from his back to keep himself warmer. He kept long minutes thinking about that dream: why Nero rejected him like that? The Qliphoth's victims were angry at him… and his… doppelganger? Clone? Shooting Star Man's image and power level were too scary to think about it without losing sanity.

"Hey! You woke up!" Dante's voice came from the other side of the barrier, bringing Vergil's attention back to reality. Surprisingly, he was dragging a dead Riot by the leg with him.

"I brought lunch!" He yelled with a smile, raising his prey's dead body.

Void - next day - 08:37AM - Victor's laboratory

Victor, Kyrie, and Nico took Nero, still unconscious, to Victor's laboratory to examine him better.

The place was located on the city's outskirts, in the middle of the remaining natural forest near the town. The building loosely resembled a Port's shed; made out of concrete, the first floor had a very high ceiling(around ten meters high). The second floor had an average height(nearly three meters high).

The first floor seemed to have come out of an old horror movie about some crazy scientist. The walls were painted dark gray that even with the white LED lights, the place still looked dark - there were only a few small windows at the top of the walls that barely could let some sunlight come in.

A top-notch air conditioning system was keeping the huge place fresh.

There weren't walls to make rooms. It did have countless high shelves and glass cabinets with many demonic samples arranged like a small labyrinth, taking up three-quarters of the place. Many had orbs, stuffed little demons and heads or just a random piece of bigger ones. On the shelves were also bottles that held demon appendages and/or organs in a conventional liquid. There were also countless blocks of papers and books.

Sharing space with the labyrinth, there was a shiny ironed, steampunk-like scientific machinery that created a contrast with the multi-colored demonic things. The equipment didn't look modern aside from the computers and giant screens at the remaining quarter of space left. All that could be used to do experiments with whatever demons it had.

Kyrie was only able to help take Nero to that place thanks to her surprising physical strength. After that, she could only observe Victor and Nico trying to examine and take care of her boyfriend.

For some reason, Victor gave the day off to all his assistants. So he had to take care of Nero alone with Nico only.

Nero was sleeping like a rock, and Victor was very thankful for that. He could use the energy readers on his chest and head to better examine his magic without worrying about some sort of rebellion. Visually, the readers were precisely like a Holter Monitor's electrodes.

Nero's physical health was worrisome as Victor suspected: he was underweight, his ribcage was clearly visible, but fortunately, he wasn't anorexic… yet. It was impressive for Victor how Nero could still fight demons. However, Nico pointed out that his efficiency in battles dropped significantly.

Victor theorized that it was because of his desync problem. It is incredibly stressful on the body. But Nico also thought that Nero's mental state could also be its cause because, since the Orphanage Incident, Nero's behavior changed drastically.

Unfortunately, nothing could be pointed as the real reason until the exams are concluded.

While Victor was waiting for some programs to do their job, he turned at Kyrie using his office chair. He looked at her earnestly and then asked, "Please, be honest… Are you a demon? Or a hybrid?"

Kyrie stared at him, confused and at the same time worried. She honestly didn't know how to answer anymore. The last time she checked, she was human, but she wasn't sure anymore after the previous night's events.

Nico was closer to Victor, who was apprehensive, but she decided to let Kyrie tell the story.

Having noticed Kyrie and Nico's apprehensiveness, Victor asked calmly, "so… you don't know?"

Surprised by the doctor's sharp eyes, she couldn't do much except stare at him with eyes wide open. She knew lying wouldn't help; the only option was to tell the truth. "Yes… I don't know anymore," she said in a confused yet sad tone.

Victor took a deep breath and let out a long sigh. "Well… let's go slower then... -ahem- how did you get your demonic magic?"

Now that question was more challenging than the previous, making Kyrie more nervous. She started to stutter and scratch her head as she looked away, trying to come up with answers. Nico wanted to respond, but she was able to contain herself for now.

"I guess… it was right after I woke up from the coma a few weeks ago..." she responded with a bit of confusion.

Victor's eyes filled with curiosity; a human turning into a hybrid or even a complete demon without dying a short time after was quite rare.

"Why were you in a coma?" he asked.

"Demons… some kind of 'smart demons' attacked the people of the orphanage I used to work… They severely wounded me when I tried to protect the children." she tried to explain.

"What do you mean by 'smart demons'?" Victor asked curiously.

But Nico had to interfere this time, "That was me that called them like that, Uncle. They were very different from anything I ever saw or studied. They worked like a human team would, and they were even willing to make sacrifices for whatever it was their objective or to protect each other…"

Victor was indeed surprised by Nico's statement. Such description about demons wasn't standard, but that was a discussion for another moment; Kyrie was the focus.

"That's really odd, but let's talk about that after this…" he said calmly. "So, they used some magic on you?" he then asked Kyrie.

"No… only their claws and chains," she replied with a bit of unease to remember that event.

She was thoughtful and quiet for a few seconds. Then gently, she took off the feather from Nero's wing off her hairpin, undoing her look. "But… I can feel my magic acting strange, and sometimes it's even a bit painful when I stay away from Nero's magic for too long."

That last statement made some gears start to work on Victor's brain. However, on the other side, Nico was getting nervous knowing how her uncle would react after getting the knowledge about a particular fact.

"Wait… what?" Victor blurted with confusion. "So… your magic has some relation with Nero's? He did something with you magically?" he asked, worried about the incoming answer.

"No…" Kyrie said with a bit of confusion. "Well… aside the Orbs he tried to use on me while I was in a coma."

Victor massaged his nose bridge nervously, raising up his glasses a bit to do so while making some grumbling noises. After that, he said between pauses, but keeping his composure, "Only demons… can use orbs… it was before that then…"

Nico had enough of holding her anxiety. She couldn't wait anymore for the scold she knew she would get. Slowly, she tried to get into the conversation, but speaking very apprehensively, "She… she received blood transfusion.. from...Nero a-after the attack on the or-rphanage, Uncle V-Vic..."

He kept in dead silence for a moment. Nico was already squinting her eyes and clenching her jaw nervously; her body was stiff while she waited for his reaction. Seeing Nico's behavior, Kyrie started to get nervous too. Still, in her case, without knowing why she just felt like something terrible was coming.

If Victor was a computer, a sound of dial-up internet loading could be heard coming from him. He was thoughtful yet scared; he was staring at the void, trying to process that information.

Nico felt Victor's pressure over her soul already without looking face-to-face yet, the man was quiet and immovable.

By only moving his feet, he made his chair turn in Nico's direction. The more he turned, the more the girl was cold, sweating nervously. Victor's reaction wasn't a surprise, she was already waiting for that, but she didn't want to see it.

He was staring at her intensively, looking straight at her eyes.

"Did you let them do a blood transfusion from a hybrid to a vo-void? And blo-blood from a-a Sparda?" He hadn't yelled but spoke in such a severe tone that it made it seem Nico had killed someone.

"Do you know the consequences?" Victor asked, keeping his posture.

Nico moved her head slightly to the sides with a bit of reluctance, denying her uncle's question.

"S-So do I!" He finally yelled; tension and confusion were clearly noticeable in his voice. "Who knows w-w-what can happ-pen as a consequence of a blood tran-transfusion! And from such a strong being! A Sparda's ascendant! They can't e-even breed with a Void! for bein a-a H-Hybrid!"

Kyrie's world stopped during the last lines from the scientist; it was true then? She and Nero can't have their own children because of what they are? Unfortunately, most of what happened during her so short pregnancy was starting to make sense, the pain and uneasy out of time... the miscarriage…

"They can't what?" Nico interrupted Kyrie's desperate thoughts with a blurted question to her uncle.

"You didn't know?" he asked back, a bit confused but not so surprised.

"That's why… we can't have children?" Kyrie said without looking at the doctor; she already had red-ish teary eyes. Her hands were sweating cold as her heart was racing just to remember the painful day of the miscarriage.

"Oh no..." Victor whispered when he saw Kyrie's depressive image. "Have you two already tried?"

"Th-they tried once…" Nico said a bit awkwardly, holding her stuttering.

Victor felt sorry, but he couldn't do much to help Kyrie in that situation, aside from trying to explain why such an unfortunate event happened. "I'm sorry, but that's how nature works… hybrids can only breed with other hybrids. The same goes for 'pures,' they can only breed with other pures. If something happens outside of this rule, it's because it had some interference… like…ritual spells, scientific experiments, etc."

Kyrie didn't respond, just continued to stare at the void. Her face was the perfect description of sadness and despair. As some tears started to form in her eyes, she quickly took them off using the sleeve's end of her jacket. That information was quite hurtful, she and Nero were planning to have a child of their own for nearly a year, and suddenly their dream was shattered into small pieces. They had names planned, bedroom designs, how they would do when Nero had to leave to work, lots of money saved, and so on… but nothing of that mattered anymore.

A freezing chill suddenly rose up on Nico's spine. She remembered her talk with Nero before the incident, making her very worried about the boy more than she already was. Nero was already in a terrible mental state. If he discovers that his suspicion was correct, he definitely will drop dead in despair. That left her in doubt if they really should tell him that after he wakes up.

But what nobody expected was that Nero was listening to all of that final part of the conversation. He just hadn't spoken or moved because of the heavy fatigue over his body and mind.

Nero let go a cracking snort out, loud enough for the others to hear it when they stopped talking. They all turned at him at the same moment, everyone staring with eyes wide open. Nico even jaw dropped scared; she barely thought of the possible incoming problem, and here it was, kicking the door with both feet.

Nero could feel all of his muscles very stiff as he slowly tried to sit up. His body was in total stress because of his unstable magic. It was like he hadn't moved in a month. He couldn't even imagine doing stretches. If he tried so, probably his muscles would break out of their strings. He could snap a joint or two; his neck and shoulders made loud noises as if they actually had broken. During those cracking sounds, he'd let go very tired and annoyed grumbles.

It took a significant delay, for he had noticed the electrodes all over his chest and head. He looked at them with confusion; his face clearly said, "what the fuck is this?" and with zero caution, he took them off, nearly invalidating the apparatus. Loud error beeps came from Victor's computer screens at the same moment. Nico rushed to shut down the program and stop the ear-hurting noises.

Victor couldn't contain his annoyance and blurted out loud, angry words, "What are you doing?! I was doing critical exams on you! Get back in there!"

Nero turned his tired gaze at him, his eyes squinting of so much fatigue. He didn't say a thing, he only slightly moved his right hand up, and with shaking fingers, he raised the middle finger to Victor. He let go a subtle, muffled giggle with a mischievous smile, mocking the man for no reason.

The doctor didn't get offended; instead, he stared at the ill boy with confusion. He wanted to ask him what was wrong, but he knew he wouldn't get an answer. Nero's mind obviously wasn't where it should be right now.

For a brief moment, Nero stood quiet in place, head down, his upper body was -visibly- softly swinging back and front with his own breath. At the same time, his arms were thrown down like a plush doll's and his back arched forwards. He barely could keep his eyes open. They were dry, blood-red, and empty. He honestly looked like he was having a hangover and could throw up or faint again at any moment.

He was indeed in a lethargic mood.

"Nero…?" Kyrie said in a grievous whispering.

Nero began to giggle again in response to Kyrie's call, low and drunk-ish giggling, slightly choking with his own saliva between a few pauses to breathe.

"I had...a dream…" he began to speak in pauses, his voice fading weak. "My dad… was beating… Vergil's ass… hehe..." he finished with a broken smile, without taking his eyes out of the void.

"What?" both Nico and Victor said together.

"Shooting Star Man?" Kyrie let go without thinking twice.

"Yeah…" Nero said with a smile on his mouth, but his eyes were clearly showing sadness.

"Nero… Shooting Star Man was-" before Kyrie could even finish her phrase, Nero quickly interrupted, aiming an angry gaze at her.

"Shooting Star Man was not a dream!" he yelled with a trembling, almost crying, voice. "He exists! And he's my real dad! Not…the fucking… Vergil…" and a tear rolled down on his cheek.

"Foolishness…" he mumbled, returning his eyes to nothingness.

Hell - Daytime apparently - "same moment"

The twins were still at the same place, inside of a made-up cavern on a huge dying root of the Qliphoth. Dante's magical barrier was still up. A simple but very effective spell he learned with Trish, closing the entrance for other demons don't come to annoy them while they eat their lunch.

They weren't talking with each other. They were quietly eating the meat from the demon Dante had hunted down. Each of them had roasted their parts the way they like it using fire magic.

At every bite Dante did, he made a face of total disgust, squinting his entire face as if eating a pure lemon. The meat tasted awful; it was definitely the worst food he ever ate. He was swallowing every bite almost wholly because he couldn't stand the taste.

On the other hand, Vergil was eating like a savage. Using his teeth from his (standard)Devil Trigger form to eat, he looked like he was barely chewing his food and more like swallowing it whole. The man had barely cooked the Riot meat; there was demon blood dripping down his chin and hands. It looked like he hadn't eaten in days, if not weeks. He was almost done with his part his share, while Dante wasn't even at half of his yet.

Dante couldn't believe in his eyes; never in his head passed the idea of his brother, a person so collected and disciplined, to be acting like a wild beast.

Although, he had folded his coat's arms until the elbow and had taken off the gloves to avoid dirty them while he eats. But there was a detail that gained Dante's attention: Vergil's lower arms looked too skinny, very likely how he remembered V's arms. That made him think that his brother wasn't in good physical health, but he wouldn't ask his brother to just simply take his shirt out to confirm that.

He decided to talk about that another moment, having in mind what happened last night.

"How… how can you eat this food like this?" he asked instead, still dumbfounded while staring somewhat scared at Vergil.

Vergil suddenly stopped eating and looked at Dante with a surprised face. His mouth was so full that his cheeks were puffed up, lots of blood around his mouth and dripping down his chin and hands. He had a quick look at Dante's food. He wasn't paying attention to it and was surprised that his brother hadn't eaten, not even half of it.

Dante couldn't help but stare, scared at that odd and savage image of his older brother.

Vergil gave a big swallow to put everything in his mouth down. He then said stoically, looking at the big piece of meat in his hands he was holding by the bone. "You get used to the taste of it… there will be a moment your tongue will start ignoring it," and he took another bite.

That was a bit unexpected, but at the same time, it wasn't. After last night's story, Dante was more aware that Vergil had a though life trying to survive the consequences of his own acts. But still… used to eat raw meat? Vergil was so focused on his demon side like that? Or was it something else?

"I'm starting to envy you, to be honest," Vergil suddenly broke Dante's thoughts.

Dante turned his gaze from his piece of awful food to his older brother. Vergil had left his ordinarily stoic face and was staring emotionless at his piece of meat half-eaten.

The younger brother's silence made it clear he didn't understand what his older brother just said.

"You have friends… a cool job... -a pause- you didn't have to worry about… surviving all the time…" Vergil said with a bit of sadness in his voice. "You had a family by your side…"

Dante takes a moment to realize what he meant by that last line, "You mean Nero?" he asked just to confirm.

"Yes… I envy you for that… I don't think I ever will experience such moments…" Vergil said with grief as he recalled the dream he had earlier.

Such a statement did sting Dante with suspicion. He really didn't like how that sounded. He started to look for words to describe his feelings towards that, but he was too confused to make up something at that moment.

He couldn't speak, only look at random directions as if searching for some inspiration.

Unfortunately, he couldn't think of anything, and they spent the following minutes of their lunch in silence.

After finishing his share, Vergil licked his fingers and hands, not because the food was good, it was just to clean them out before wearing his gloves again. To clean his face from the demon blood, he did very like how a cat would do; by licking the side of his hand and passing thought where he wanted to clean: his cheeks, chin, and mouth.

Meanwhile, Dante couldn't eat all of his shares and just simply tossed, with no difficulty, the leftovers very far to outside their hideout(without vanishing the magical barrier). He cleaned his hands on his coat anyway.

There was dead silence between them once again, that same awkward silence from the previous day.

Dante was finally coming up with something to ask his brother. Still, he was a bit reluctant this time because of how much Vergil scared and worried him talking about his life. He had to find a way to touch the wounds with more caution than before.

He pretended he would start talking a few times, opening his mouth to speak and turning to look at Vergil, but he ended up giving up.

Vergil only stared at him with suspicion and waiting for a conversation to start, but it never came.

Finally, when Dante moved to start a conversation for real, something called the attention of both at the same time:

"Dante…!"

"Vergil…!"

A weak and tired voice of a woman echoed in their heads out of nowhere.

They both stared at each other scared, they didn't need words, only their look exchange told each other that they heard the same thing.

The voice called them again, but this time a bit louder and clearly in a panic:

"Dante! Vergil! I need your help, please…"

They jumped out of their place and stood up. Vergil looked around the area for some demon that was possibly messing up with them, but Dante stared at the void; that voice was somewhat familiar.

"Kyrie?" he asked in the air.

"Nero's girlfriend?" Vergil blurted, remembering that Nero told him her name back when he was V.

"Nero is gonna die… help! Please!" she said in a sobbing and panicking voice.

Void - same day - 09:00 AM - Victor's Laboratory

Among Nico, Victor was trying to put the electrodes back on Nero for the exam to restart. But he didn't want to collaborate. The man was waving his arms towards them to shove them away every time they touched him or just got closer. While he did so, he was groaning like a stubborn child that didn't want to do what the adults were trying to make him do.

Kyrie tried to talk with him many times, but he wasn't listening to her too. He was avoiding eye contact altogether.

They could only put two, out of the eight, electrodes on Nero the moments before he -inexplicably- started to act like that. One in his right temple and the other at the left side of his chest.

Such behavior was quite shocking, especially for Kyrie. Nero was behaving like a sad and scared child. He was curling up in himself, an attempt to look smaller. His arched back let his spine be more visible under the skin of his skinny body, giving him a more decaying image than before. He got his left arm wrapped around his belly and his right arm over his head, trying to hide his face from the others. He was sitting over his left leg, and the right one was bent up for the knee to help hide his face. He was breathing heavily and pacing fast between groans of a supposed crying being held with all of his mental strength left. He was shivering entirely, almost like he was feeling super cold.

Victor took a step closer to the boy with an electrode in hand. Nero could see him through a small opening between his arm and knee.

"Stay away! Stay away!" he begged in a crumbling voice, curling up even more.

Victor said nothing and stepped back cautiously, only to look at the girls and face anxious looks. After all… they saw a loved one in front of them in a terrible mental and physical situation. Kyrie was on the edge of a panicked crying.

Feeling defeated, Victor asked the ill boy, "okay… what do you want for you to cooperate with us?"

Without leaving his fetal position, Nero's breath accelerated a bit, cold and big tears went down his cheeks. "I want… I want my… dad… my dad… the… Shooting Star Man..." and he started sobbing.

Victor let out a long sigh. He shook his head and took off his glasses. He pressed his nose bridge between his eyes and closed them hard, trying to contain himself for not responding to Nero as if he was sane.

Both Kyrie and Nico couldn't move their eyes away from that decaying person they always knew as a tough and prideful man. Such a situation made them think, "he has been hiding those feelings all this time?", "that's how he truly feels inside?" and "why did he never tell us about that?"

Kyrie let a tear escape thinking about it, but she cleared it quickly. She must be strong; otherwise, she wouldn't be able to help Nero.

Victor put his hands on his waist. Sounding a bit impatient, he asked the girls, "Well then… this totally looks like it is a serious PTSD case, is there something I don't know yet? I have a friend that's a renowned therapist. She can help him out too."

The girls exchanged thoughtful looks, thinking about something they could reveal so the doctor can have a better north about what to do next.

Meanwhile, he walked towards a shelf near the computers. Nico accompanied him with her head only and saw him taking off a sedative glass bottle out of an aluminum box.

She gasped silently and walked to him quickly. "Are you sure this is necessary?" she almost whispered, astonished by her uncle's decision.

"Do you know a better option?" he whispered in a nervous yet worried voice. "He's definitely not in the mental state for this, but I need to finish those exams so I can know how to aid him until Vergil and Dante come back."

Nero could hear them talking with his demonic super hearing, and once he heard "Vergil," his heart raced insanely.

Kyrie could hear them too, but not so clear like Nero. She couldn't understand what was going on, but it wasn't good.

Without leaving his position, Nero began to look in front of him for a way to escape: he'd spot his coat in a hanger and his boots under it near some kind of automatic double door. But how would he run away quickly? Victor surely would know how to stop him.

Only if he could touch him, he realized. He then had an idea that would make them all probably mad, but he *had* to get it out of there in his mind.

He heard their steps on the cold concrete floor getting closer. One thing he couldn't see was the syringe in Victor's hands.

He couldn't wait any longer.

In a second, his hair and all of his body hair turned black. Everyone noticed that an instant before the computer began to make very loud emergency warnings, taking the attention off him for his luck.

Sounds of crackling flames called out the others' attention back. They could see a large red flame passing through a small gap in the middle of the exit door for just a few seconds.

Both Nero and his coat and his boots had disappeared; only the electrodes were left in the chair.

"OH SHIT! NO!" Victor yelled, presuming the flames he saw were Nero.

Nico had stopped the machine's loud noises in a hurry, just to finally read the message on the screen that said: "MAGIC SIGNAL LOST."

The living red flames flew through the woods behind the laboratory, going in the direction of the city. After a minute or two, the fire gained a precise shape, and Nero materialized himself out of it, with his coat and boots in hands.

Not only his hair and body hair were with a different color, but his eyes also changed. They went from the typical sky blue to a bright emerald green color.

He was breathing hard and out of energy, his eyes swollen and red, eyebags dark like Vergil's, and his face tired like never before. He couldn't stand up and threw his body over his knees, but his arms faltered, and he kissed the grassy ground.

He cursed in a whisper and slowly got up, squinting his face at every move because of the pain. His body was so weakened, so exhausted, he wished he just could lay there and cease to exist.

At a slow pace, he wore his jacket, zipping it to feel a bit warmer and then wore his boots. Then his hair and eyes' color returned to the usual silver and sky blue, respectively. Thanks to upgrades on his weapons made by Nico, he summoned Devil Queen and Carnage Rose from the van to his hands as if they were Devil Arms.

He heard his name being called by Kyrie far away in the woods, he couldn't let her find him, or she would bring him back to Victor; he opened his spectral wings in a rush and flew away with a single flap.

Kyrie could spot him flying in the sky as soon he got very high. She became much more apprehensive, realizing she would need to take more drastic measures to contain Nero. Unfortunately, she was the only one around that could do that.

She called her staff like Nero called his weapons and activated the flying mode. She rose to the sky very fast, trying to reach the altitude that probably Nero was. That was her first time going so high, but she calmly stabilized.

By wearing a headphone in her left ear- connected to her phone- she could call Victor. "I've found him! But I will have to chase him!" she told the doctor.

Victor instructed in a hurry: "Oh shit! Well… get Nero and stick that thing I gave to you on his skin. Anywhere is good! But give preference to his chest and head. This is a prototype of a remote magic reader! It's not as efficient as those ones I have here, but it will help a lot already!"

"Okay!" she yelled confidently.

She then looked at a small device Victor gave to her, a gray and round button, smaller than the palm of her hand, with a little red LED light in the middle. She put it back in her pocket and accelerated to catch up with Nero; she couldn't waste more time.

Getting closer to the city, she noticed that she was high in the sky as the megacity's tall buildings. The growth was quite remarkable; the vast gray ocean of buildings till the eye can see. The people and the vehicles' noisy sound in the streets and large avenues, the dark line on the horizon due to the heavy pollution created a total contrast with the shining blue sky with fluffy white clouds above.

She wanted to stop and admire such human creation. She thought she would never leave Fortuna and witness that kind of thing, much less that way.

But that wasn't the time for that; she had to find Nero.

The loud sounds from the city were an annoying buzzing in her ears due to her new demonic hearing and the terrible pollution scents in her nose.

She was flying the fastest she could, turning her head to the sides looking for Nero in a hurry, but how would she find him in such a gigantic place?

She had to think, think! She knew Nero better than anyone else… At least she thought she did. The bitter feeling of Nero never having told her about his grieves made her quite sad, but also, on the other hand, she could understand why he did that...

"Got something?" Victor called her in the phone call, giving her a little jumpscare. For a moment, she forgot she was on a call.

"Not yet… he blended with the city…" she said, worried.

She heard some thoughtful hummings coming from the other side of the call for a moment and then Nico's voice from the background.

"Yeah, that may work," she heard Victor talking with Nico.

"You know the feather you must wear?" He now asked her. "Focus on it. It's still connected to Nero. Spectral objects stay magically connected to their creators until it's vanished by them or when they die."

"Okay, I will try that!"

Kyrie stopped in the air and closed her eyes. She laid her hand over the feather in her hair clip for better focusing. She began to use some meditating techniques she knew, giving her complete focus to the feather's emanating energy.

Slowly, she could feel a magic string leaving the feather. The more she focused, the more she could see the line in her mind.

The line grew… and grew… and grew…

Until she saw Nero at the end. His energy was a mess and aggressive, like a vast hurricane moving out of control and ready to destroy everything in its path.

"I think I found him!" She yelled confidently.

"Amazing!" Victor shouted with relief. "Hurry! Every second, his condition gets worse!"

She left her place in a blast, going full speed. Following the energy path, she didn't know she had that sixth sense now.

Swinging between the buildings quickly and precisely, she noticed the enormous windows of them; there was a problem if she flew so close to ordinary humans? Humans may know that demons and devil hunters exist, but it was okay they see a human doing demon magic like that?

She started to have flashbacks back to the orphanage's attack and felt better fly above the city.

The altitude was very frightening. Death was certain if she fell off - as if the previous height wasn't already - she was a bit demon now but not demon enough to survive such fall like Nero would. Still, she kept herself under control, not looking down, only in front.

Nero's energy was starting to descend towards the city's asphalt. He was probably going to land. The closer she was getting to Nero, the more turbulent the signal was getting.

Now she had to follow the signal in the middle of the giant mass of people; only in an intersection of avenues looked like it had more people than Fortuna's population. That gave her goosebumps, but bringing back Nero to safety kept her motivated.

There were dozens of scents and different energies from the large mass, so filtering Nero's magic out of it would need more concentration than before.

Inside Nero (figuratively)

Much like Vergil's mind, the place was nearly dead, dry soil, and a small pool of water in the middle, but the difference was the tree. Nero's tree was frail at the bottom, and it got a bit stronger at the top, making it look like it was upside down. Devil Queen and Carnage Rose were by the side of the tree.

There were three entities there:

N (Nero's human self), a boy visually the same age as Nero with a face similar to V's, long hair like Nero's Devil Trigger itself - but it was part black and part white -, and yellow eyes. He was also wearing the same clothes Nero was in reality.

Hintkurt (Nero's demon self) was a demon visually similar to Urizen but half its size with a rigid scaled body. It had a few extra eyes through its chest and a large one where it would be his forehead. His shoulders had big mouths with sharp teeth each.

Then there was Hintchack (Nero's unknown self), a sleek and snake-ish creature with four arms and four wings, a humanoid owl face with long feathers that resembled hair in his head, and a third eye like Hintkurt. His body was all white with some red paintings so detailed that it looked hand-painted. He wasn't big like his magical partner; he was the same size as a human.

The three of them were fighting against each other, but the two monsters mostly focused on the human. There were countless markings around the place; scorched areas by fire and other magics, big crackings and holes, claw markings, and so on.

Hintchack used his long tail to slap N on his back, sending him a few steps away. The hit was so strong that N couldn't react to get back on his feet, and his face was slammed against the ground.

"You stupid shit! When you'll learn that's a fucked up idea?!" Hintchack shouted harshly, his voice high pitched and cracked.

N, already wounded from previous hits from the bird-snake-ish creature, tried to get a bit of strength to rise up, but he was out of breath already. He was struggling to lift his head up, "What if...I'm right? Stop judging the others -cough cough- by the cover!"

"Are you serious?!" Hintchack shouted furiously. "No jackshit, Vergil can't have a good side! AND HE'S NOT MONSTER! MONSTER IS DEAD!"

Entirely the opposite from the screaming avian, Hintkurt, with his deep demonic voice, spoken calmly, "The parrot is right. Let go of this stupid idea that Nero will have parents. That's illogical. We're all grown-ups! Adults do not even adopt pre-teens, much less other adults!"

"But… what if…" N stuttered, the sadness on his face was evident, but he wasn't going to give up.

Hintkurt let go a long and annoying breath while Hintchak was close to plucking the feathers of his head out of anger.

"'If I beat Nero… I won't lose next time!'" Hintchack mimicked Vergil. "You really think that's how a father would sound? You idiot!"

"He was even going to kill Dante!" Hintkurt added.

"Another scum…" The bird blurted angrily.

"Dante is not bad!" The demon retorted.

"Oh really?! What… 'uncle' hides the truth about your bloodline for five fucking years?! He was willing to keep it secret if I haven't pressured him!"

Hintkurt didn't know how to respond; deep down, he agreed with that point.

"He… must have… a good reason.." N said between exhausted breaths.

"ARGH! Spare me of this family-care bullshit! He didn't want to have official responsibilities!" The avian shouted, flying closer to N.

"Only visiting to have lunch, making calls just to ask for money or pass a demon hunting job!"

"Help with sword fight training, helped create a devil hunting branch… he even sold some devil arms to gave Nero money for the van's fixes… and…" Before the demon could continue, Hintchack attacked him, cutting his chest using his wings' long sharp feathers.

"ENOUGH!" He shouted, pissed.

"What is wrong with you?!" The demon yelled, confused, stepping back.

"We all know Nero won't be able to have a happy family! Can't we all agree it's a lost case?!" Hintchack shouted out loud.

"We… are not… a lost case…" N said, his voice still weak, but he could stand on his feet now. "You are just paranoid!"

"ME?! PARANOID?! HAHAHA!" and he flew towards N, sending him back to the ground using his four hands.

Holding him still, he shouted in his face, "Who keeps crying and killing Nero's image is not me! You! YOU are the big kid here waiting for irrational wishes to come true! GET LOST! Nero will never have a daddy or a mommy!"

"We always knew this…" Hintkurt added. "Since we lost Monster… the last person that…"

"But! Shooting Star Man!" N interrupted.

"That motherfucker isn't real!" The bird yelled, a vein almost popping in his forehead.

"HE IS! He just won't come back!" The demon shouted, quickly taking the bird off of N, holding him by the tail.

"HOW DARE YOU?!" He shouted and again used his feathers to hurt the demon that released him at the same moment because of the pain from the severe wound.

"YOU PIECE OF SHIT!" The demon shouted, very pissed off with the stubbornness of the avian fellow.

They both started to fight using their magics, a fight so aggressive they were beginning to destroy the place again, heavy dust began to rise due to the dry soil.

"Stop! STOP! You're hurting Nero!" N shouted with all his strength left, but the magical beings didn't listen. They continued their fight without caring about him or the place.

The human could do nothing but whimper in grief. He continued to stay down on the ground and put his head between his crossed arms. There's nothing he could do… he needed help, and he knew that.

"Vergil… Dante… help me… please…" he whispered in agony.

But the two creatures could -surprising- hear his praying and stopped the fight almost immediately.

"YOU SAID WHAT?!" They shouted in synchrony, looking at the helpless human on the ground.

Back to reality…

Nero was sitting in the shadow of a small alley, hidden from the noisy and agitated crowd. He was in a fetal position, holding his head in pain. His two magics were fighting inside of him, and he barely could keep them under control. He was being hurt from the inside out. It was like small ghostly daggers were stabbing him. He was bleeding a little through his nose and mouth. In his eyes, the blood was mixing with his tears of agony. His skin, however, was starting to show up signals of a crackling similar to dry soil.

His mind was in complete chaos. At the same time, he wanted to call help...he didn't. He didn't know what to do; he just wanted to stay there, quiet, letting his internal struggle consume him.

But then, Kyrie found him. At first, she just observed him from far away, figuring out what was going on. When she got closer, she soon could feel his two magics fighting.

He was immobile.

She slowly walked to the middle of the alley, stepping softly so as not to make a noise. But her focus on the man was so intense that she didn't see the broken glass on the ground.

The soft cracking noise called Nero's attention, and he immediately looked at her.

Noticing who it was behind his foggy and red-ish vision, he quickly got up, using his leftover strength. When he attempted to sprint, Kyrie called him desperately, "NERO, NO! Please! Don't go! I just want to talk!" almost deafening, Victor was still in the call.

He stopped with her calling, but he didn't turn to look at her.

"Nero… please… tell me what is going on… I just want to help you..." she begged.

"HELP?! There's nothing you can help with!" Hintchack yelled furiously.

"Stay away, it will be better like this…" Hintkurt said with a bit of sadness.

"Kyrie… help…" N then cried in a helpless whisper.

"SHUT UP!" Hintchack yelled at him.

With a weak and sad voice, Nero almost whispered, "Just… leave me… please… I don't want to hurt you again..."

"Hurt me? When have you done that?!" She said quite incredulously.

"Lost memory or something?" Hintchack blurted.

"If you're thinking my coma and the exil-" before she could finish her sentence, Nero turned to her. His expression was an incomprehensible mix of sadness, anger, and pain. His face was all dirty with his own blood and tears.

"OF COURSE THEY'RE MY FAULT!" He shouted, his voice fading and muffled due to the fatigue of so much crying.

"All of the shit that happened to us… to your family… it's all my fault! I...I'm cursed…" he said with an ashamed and defeated voice.

Kyrie made a quick connection to what he was talking about. Fortuna's people never liked him because his demon magic attracted demons to him. People used to call him a "demon-magnet" and bully him as hell because of it.

She took a deep breath before continuing to speak. She didn't want to make the man run away again and slowly, she was trying to get closer, they were meters apart.

"Nero… You're not cursed… you're not like everyone always told you…" She tried with the softest voice she could do.

"How could she never notice?" Hintkurt said low and sad, holding N with one hand to make sure he couldn't say anything.

"Yes… Yes, I am!" he yelled between sobbings. "I honestly always envied you and Credo, you always had a family, had loving parents… you were -sob- respected..."- pause to take a breath - "but… but it was just me get in your life… and everything went down the hill -sniff- your parents died… Cre-Credo…" And he once again began to hold back a desperate crying. He did not want to in front of Kyrie.

"Stop, Nero! You can't blame yourself for that!" she tried to call him a little back to his senses.

"Please… let's go back to Victor so he can help you clear your mind and body… please," she begged.

"ENOUGH OF THIS!" Hintchack screamed with rage.

"HOLD UP! We must not hurt her!" Hintkurt interfered quickly.

"You seriously think I would hurt her, dumbass?!" the bird yelled incredulously.

"I don't trust you." the demon responded harshly.

Nero shut down his eyes and put his hands on his head. He was in panic and pain at the same time. The man began to hurt his scalp with his nails, and the bleeding from his eyes, nose, and mouth started to get worse. He had to cough out the blood from his throat.

Kyrie was panicking, but she was able to keep her composure. Still, when she tried to open her mouth to talk again… an eruption of desperate and panicking human screamings echoed around them.

Kyrie gave a quick look behind her just to see what was going on. Countless people were running in a panicked hurry from something, very likely to be demons.

Unfortunately, when she turned to look back at Nero, he had disappeared. Her heart raced in panic; she had no idea from where he could have gone. Once again, she would have to follow his energy track, but the more she saw people running, she began to feel the presence of other demons. It was hard for a newbie Devil-Magic user to concentrate on Nero's magic with all the nearby monsters' interference.

In a sprint, she ran outside the alley just to meet face to face with a demon, but it wasn't any demon: it was the same wolf-skull head ones from yesterday's morning.

Instinctively, using her right hand, she casts a lightning spell that blew up the demon's wolf-skull helmet, revealing a human mummy-like head that was under it.

The demon fell backward, wholly stunned, while she kneeled, holding her right hand in pain. She could feel her magic pulsing like an insane heartbeat in her hand; she thought her hand would literally explode.

'You idiot! You must use the staff… always!' she told herself madly.

"Kyrie? Kyrie?! What happened?!" Victor asked because of the loud, bomb thunder noise he heard on the other side.

"I'm fine… I just… didn't use my staff.." Kyrie said in a tense voice.

"KYRIE!" Nico yelled, a bit incredulous.

"I know… I know!" Kyrie yelled too, but impatient.

“Thunder Rose”

Category: Human-made

Type: Magic Catalyst

User(s): Kyrie

Description: A magical staff made by Nico. It helps Kyrie learn how to control her recently owned demonic magic and since it’s made of a very resistant material, she can also use it as a blunt weapon.

She got back on her feet quickly, and when she stopped to look at the avenue, she almost lost her breath. Jaw dropped; she couldn't count how many demons were there; they came this time in a massive hoard. They were attacking humans and killing them.

But when she paid attention to one that had already killed its prey, she saw that it wasn't eating the human's flesh. Instead, it was taking it away, running against the direction of the attacking ones.

She couldn't handle them by herself alone. It was too many for her.

"What's with all these people screaming?! Where is Nero?!" Victor yelled, his voice very worried.

"There's a bunch of demons here! And Nero ran away from me…

"What?! You MUST find him!" Victor said almost in a demanding tone.

"Take! Take it! Take to the Sin!" one demon that passed close to her caught her attention.

"The Sin needs flesh!"

"The great Sin will revive!" Many of them were shouting in a demonic language she could understand.

Until one of them yelled, "Dragon! Dragon!"

It called her attention that one wasn't attacking humans. It was utterly ignoring them all.

"Get the Dragon!" others yelled.

Some were strangely blabbing, a similar thing the ones from yesterday were.

Dragon? Could they be talking about Nero?

Those demons certainly could tell the difference between demon-magics better than she, and she decided to follow them. She rose up to way up over the panicking crowd riding her winged staff.

She could observe all of those "dragon-seekers" going into the same point. She accelerated to go ahead of them. The more she advanced, the better she could feel Nero's magic apart from the other demons'.

Not even half a minute of flight, she spotted Nero in the middle of the avenue. He was fighting against the same demons, but his condition wasn't letting him fight like he used to. He had to rely on his spectral arms and gun.

Those demons weren't ordinary; they were using teamwork to get close to Nero.

They were all around him, shooting their arrows with chains close to him, trapping him, but Nero knew the only way to leave was flying IF all of them missed their chains. But Nero didn't have the strength -physical, mental, and magical - to fly away so perfectly, they would get him.

Kyrie quickly dived towards the demon horde; in a swift move, she took her staff from her feet, and the wings rolled together to form a ball shape. With all the strength she got, she slammed the demons using her staff as a giant hammer, killing and stunning a few that were in front of Nero.

The wolf-skull-helm demons even dismantled their formation for a brief moment because they didn't see her getting close.

Nero felt some relief in seeing Kyrie again, but at the same time, he got scared, he wanted to leave as fast as possible, but that was a distant wish by that point.

"Kyrie… you…" he mumbled between painful groanings.

"Quiet!" She yelled, mad at him. "Just focus on getting out of this. We talk about that another moment."

Nero got briefly stunned. Never had Kyrie raised her voice towards him like that. He got quiet and decided to listen to her for now.

His legs weakened, and he kneels on the ground. His magics were starting to fight inside him again. Kyrie didn't think twice when she saw him like that. She slapped Victor's device on his nape in one swift move.

"What the hell?!" Nero yelled, confused.

"Don't even think about taking that off! I dare you!" she threaded him.

"YES!" Victor yelled victorious at the other side of the call. "Those readings aren't perfect but will help a little already!"

The demons got furious with her interference. The ones in front of her raised their body quickly and shot their arrows at her.

She swung her staff and blasted an electric discharge at the arrows, sending them away. More demons started to do the same from different directions right after.

She kept blasting energy to send the arrows away. From behind, her left, right, she was circling around and sometimes even jumping over Nero. The man still was kneeling on the ground, trying to catch a breath while blood was dripping from his eyes, nose, and mouth.

During the middle of that situation, she and the demons took a quick pause to breathe, and she could blurt something: "If only… Dante and Vergil…"

"We… -cough cough- don't need… them," Nero said with his trembling voice.

Kyrie's blood boiled that moment; she couldn't stand Nero's stubbornness anymore. He was passing the limit of irrationality.

"SHUT UP!" she shouted, scaring him and the demons around. "Listen here! You're not in the condition to make decisions yourself! So, stay quiet and listen to what I say! Okay?!"

"Oh wow… that was hot", Hintkurt blurted.

"Is that what you're thinking about in this situation?!" N yelled incredulously at him.

"She's… scaring me…" Hintchack said, hiding his head under his wings.

Nero didn't know what to respond to. He just kept quiet, staring at her, his eyes wide open of both surprise and scare.

"Good!" She yelled, returning her gaze to the demons. She couldn't believe she had to raise her voice at Nero like that. She didn't want to, but that was a matter of life and death. He had to cooperate.

Quickly, all the demons coordinated to shoot their arrows at them at the same time. It didn't have how to avoid that attack if not flying.

Kyrie didn't know an area spell to help in that situation either.

Suddenly, the programs on Victor's computer started to give emergency warnings of "magical signal lost" again.

"What the?!" he yelled. "Kyrie?! What happened?!"

No response.

"Kyrie!" He shouted, but she was stunned in place, staring at the small protective red bubble around her and Nero.

Nero had his arms extended, his hair was black, and his eyes green once again. He quickly cast that shield to protect them, sending the arrows away.

He couldn't stand it much longer and dropped tired to the ground. Then, the protective bubble exploded, sending the demons not so far away from them and stunning them in the process.

"KYRIE!" Both Victor and Nico shouted, trying to call her attention. They made it but almost gave her a heart attack.

"I'm here! I'm here!" She replied, scared.

"What happened to Nero?!" Victor asked, quite worried.

"Did he switch magics?!" Nico asked right after.

"He what?!" Victor blurted, now confused.

"Yes, he did," Kyrie replied. Simultaneously, she quickly kneeled to check on him: he was heavily breathing, sweating like crazy, and, unfortunately, but fortunately, he was unconscious.

Still staring at the monitor, Nico explained, "That's the other thing we came to ask you, Uncle Vic. Nero recently discovered he has a second magic type. I couldn't get readings with any device I had… and apparently, yours can't read it too…? Oh shit…"

Victor stayed silent, trying to process why that other magic of Nero couldn't be read by their devices and why he had another type within him?

He then gave a quick gaze to a specific painting he had on the same computer station wall. Noticing the peculiar look, Nico turned to look at the picture too, but she couldn't understand much: it was an image half white in the top and half black in the bottom. She couldn't clearly see the details because the painting was a bit far and wasn't that big.

Victor returned in silence to his computer and started to do something on his programs. Nico saw that something snapped in his mind, and she would not question him about it now.

"Kyrie! Is Nero okay?" Nico asked instead.

"He… he just dropped... unconscious… urgh," her voice sounding as if she was doing a lot of strength.

"What are you doing?" Nico said, worried with her tone.

Kyrie was trying to take Nero to an alley while the demons were stunned, using her staff's magical wings. She pulled the staff with all her strength while the wings formed a basket shape under Nero.

"Trying to… find a safe place…" she replied, breathing heavily.

The demons were starting to snap back to their consciousness when Kyrie entered an alley and could hide her and Nero between large trash containers.

Nero's magic was dim by now, but the demons could still sense it; they barely woke up and already started to flow his weak signal.

Kyrie fiercely stood nearby the place she left Nero. The demons couldn't enter all at once in the area.

They began to menacingly enter the alley, ambling with their four members. The path was dark, cold, and stinky. Only their shiny orange eyes were visible among the shadowy shape they had in the dark.

That vision sent a chill down Kyrie's spine. Her hands were sweating cold inside her gloves, she wanted to take Nero and run away, but that wouldn't be easy to achieve. She had to fight, fight not just for Nero's safety but also hers.

Unfortunately, that was the first time she didn't have Nero's aid to help her when something went wrong. She was alone, entirely by herself only, giving her the same sensation Nero always had when she was in danger.

She positioned herself ready with her staff. There wasn't space for the scythe blade to swing by. The only option was to use brute force and her smaller electric spells.

"Give… the...DRAGON!" the one front-most yelled and jumped towards her.

She could smack the demon's head against the ground, killing it in one quick swing before it could touch her with its scrawny fingers.

Another one fired its arrow to pierce her body, but she spun her staff really quick and rolled the chain on the top side of it. In a decisive move, she pulled the demon at her, and, using the staff's bottom end, she pierced against the demon's head.

She then sent it away against the other ones in an air kick with all her right leg's strength, breaking its chain. Only one got hit by the flying body and sent out of the alley.

Another two climbed the walls in a sprint and jumped over her. With the staff free, she turned the engine on with her magic and blasted the demons away.

But another one was already in a jump towards her right after and threw her against the ground. She held the creature's hands with her staff, as well as its neck.

She was fighting with everything she got. The demon was trying to push her staff against her throat. But her strength wasn't enough, the demon was slowly winning, and she could see its sadistic smile on its mummy face.

KABOOM

The demon was blasted away in a loud and robust light blast.

Kyrie got blind and deaf for a moment; she could only hear a lousy beep. Her head was inexplicable, spinning and hurting from the light blast.

Victor and Nico had a heart test when they heard the loud blast through the call.

While trying to recover her senses, she used her staff to help get support to get up. A bit dizzy and deaf, the first thing she looked after with her partially white vision was Nero. Fortunately, he was in the same place and position she had left him; she could support his back in one of the big trash containers, but his body was stiff. His arms and legs sometimes jumped with little spasms. He wasn't desyncing yet, but his magic definitely wasn't okay.

Looking outside the alley, some demons were killed, and others were just lying down unconscious. They simply vanished away. The ground was temporarily covered with electrostatic energy, making Kyrie a bit reluctant to move out of the place.

"Hey! Those are no demons for noob'ing around!" a strange young voice came from far outside the alley.

Kyrie tried to see who it was; her vision was almost recovered by now. She could only identify a tall human figure, in a scarlet red coat, white hair with a single hair clump of a different darker color. They were holding a tall and shining Spear, probably a weapon for fighting demons; strangely, she could also feel demonic magic coming from them.

"Get out of here!" the person shouted and ran away.

"NO! Wait!" But the person was already far.

"What's up?!" Nico asked right after.

"There was… another… Devil Hunter, I guess…" she replied with confusion, not so sure of what she saw just now.

"Anyway!" she regained all her senses back again. "I need your help, please! I can't take Nero like this by myself. There's too many demons here too."

"No need to worry, pal! We were already getting out stuff together here!" Nico yelled confidently, but deep in her tone, Kyrie felt her worry.

"Thank you!" She said with a bit of relief.

But that wasn't the moment to relax. The demons were still there. Kyrie used this opening to kill the closest demons and to collect some green and red orbs. It was easy to kill them standing still, just blasting their chest and cutting their heads off with no effort at all.

It took her less than 5 minutes to do so, but for a brief moment, she contemplated how much she changed in such a short time. In the end, she shook her head to regain focus. It wasn't the moment for that.

She quickly absorbed the red orbs around and held onto as many green orbs as she could. In a hurry, she brought them to Nero, who absorbed them in his sleep.

The muscular spasms stopped, but he didn't wake up.

The only thing she could do was wait for Nico.

"Dante… Vergil… Where are you? Nero needs your help…" she begged in her thoughts.

The ground began to shake inexplicably, and the demons that she didn't give the final blow began to wake up. It was time for her to fight again? She barely had caught a breath from the previous fight.

The small earthquakes began to get stronger and paced, like quick steps, giving her a chill down her spine. Flashes of Lightning also started to roar in the sky. That wasn't normal; it surely was some demonic thing.

Suddenly, around fifty meters high, a colossal creature falls down in the avenue corner, a few meters ahead of the alley she was.

The demons that woke up ignored her and ran away, but she heard them yelling, "IT'S THE GREAT SIN!", "THE SIN LIVES!"

So, that was the Sin they were talking about earlier? That boss-looking demon?

The colossal creature got up the faster it could. It was incredibly visually similar to the small demons. It had a wolf skull as a helmet, a skinny body with animal legs and human arms. The few differences were it had a black mist-like tail. The one coming from the head was also covering its torso, neck, and, probably, face ultimately.

A person comes jumping from where the demon came. It was that one that told Kyrie to run away. They were surrounded by electricity, and it went straight to the enormous beast, pointing the spear at its chest.

But the beast dodge rolled to the side, and the hunter carved the spear in the ground. But the electricity exploded and got the arms of the best.

The enormous creature howled in pain. An instant after, it tried to swing its claws towards the hunter, who easily avoided it by jumping away using an energy blast.

"Leave me be, you monster!" The creature shouted, not in demon language; it was in human language.

"Me?! The monster?! Look who's talking!" The hunter replied angrily but with a sassy tone under it.

The creature suddenly stopped; his eyes totally showed surprise, and it looked straight at Kyrie.

Witnessing that tremendous stare, Kyrie froze in a cold sweat; her hands got stiff in her staff.

"Dragon? The Dragon?!" The monster said low and surprised.

That was it. Kyrie was dead now. No way she could face that thing. Nero could, but not in the state he was. Her arms and legs got weak of so much scare, and she kneed in despair, but she could feel her inner magic starting to storm inside her like a defense response.

"Dante… Vergil…" she whispered in panic, tears forming in her eyes.

"Wait… THE dragon is here?" the hunter whispered astonishedly, looking at Kyrie too.

"Dante! Vergil! I need your help, please…" she yelled in her thoughts.

"Nero is gonna die… help! Please!" She closed her eyes and held on tight to the staff while the monster was getting up. It had its eyes on her.

Time stopped.

The only thing that she had in mind now was Dante and an assumption of how Vergil would be. They were twins, right? And they should be together in Hell by now.

"Kyrie?!" She heard Dante's voice in her head.

"Nero's girlfriend?" she heard another voice, an unfamiliar voice, but she assumed to be Vergil's.

She thought it was her imagination for a moment, but she could feel her magic inside her acting quite differently. The wish to have the twins there was provoking something on it.

"PLEASE! I need you two here! Nero is sick and can't fight! There's a huge demon looking for him!" she thought in an instant.

"How?! We are here, and you are there!" Dante said, worried.

"Can we trust this voice?" Vergil said quite distrustfully.

"Yes, man! I know this energy! It's definitely Kyrie!"

All that happened in a fraction of a second.

An inexplicable feeling dominated Kyrie that moment; her magic was acting differently like never before. A new instinct awakened in her. She assumed a fierce and intimidating expression.

She strongly hit the ground with her staff's end, carving on it, scaring the giant demon and the hunter.

She embraced that new feeling and let her magic follow it; she could feel it growing stronger inside her. Still, it wasn't out of control. All that seemed quite natural already.

She began to charge the staff at its limits. It looked like the metal plates from the gear would fly away. A large jolt of energy blew up out of it and formed the pink spectral wings.

The staff would be able to hold all the magic she was channeling. She made the terrible decision to conduct her magic by herself.

That was a deadly move.

Barely a second after summoning, the wings disappeared from the staff and quickly reappeared in her back, but this time double in size. Both of her eyes were glowing white, and the sclera turned black. The small white hair clump she had in her fringe hair quickly grew out to have more strands.

The demon began to step back, afraid of what was coming. But the hunter didn't move out of his place.

"DANTE! VERGIL! HEAR ME OUT! FOLLOW MY VOICE!" she shouted in her thoughts while she began to scream out loud due to the heavy magic channeling.

At the end of her wings, two large demonic magical circles formed an azure blue and a crimson red.

"Fuck! She's summoning something!" The hunter yelled.

"DANTE AND VERGIL! I SUMMON YOU!" she shouted with all her lungs' strength.

Vast flames from their respective circle's colors began to blast out from them, and human shapes started to form.

Dante then jumped out of the red circle, and Vergil jumped out of the blue one.

Kyrie's wings immediately dissipated, and the staff did an emergency stop. She had to kneel on the ground; she had never been so tired before. She had to take many deep breaths, she was sweating profusely, and she looked like her heart would jump out of her mouth.

"WE ARE BACK, BITCHES!" Dante shouted as soon as he stepped on the ground.

But Vergil quickly noticed a problem with them, which shocked him for a brief moment.

To be continued...

#forgotten sins story #devil may cry #devil may cry 5 #dmc5 vergil #vergil #dante #dmc5 dante #dmc5 nero #original character #dmc5 kyrie #nero

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hellzeldagirlsfanfic · 4 years

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Cost of the Throne - Chapter 3

[Pervious] * [Next]

Over the last month, the story of Nelo Angelo, Sparda’s eldest son, Vergil had slowly come to light.

During the war on Fortuna, the young boy somehow managed to escape the slaughter that happened at the Fortuna Castle. It is said that the boy wondered the island until fate had allowed him to stow away on a ship to Mallet, where he joined their army. There he waited for twenty years to exact his revenge.

Now crowned Emperor of Mallet, Vergil had returned to Fortuna to claim his rightful place on the Fortunan throne, which the people happily celebrate.

Though that not what the people Ckville were talking about. Everyone was waiting to hear the news that Vergil declares war on Quebel.

The people of Prildo Ira hated Quebel since they had a hand in the demise of their royal family and consequently their kingdom so they couldn’t wait to see what karma fall on the kingdom.

But (Y/N) couldn’t feel the same way as everyone around her. She didn’t hold any feelings for her homeland but it is where the two of three people she loved lived. With their position in the court, they would be caught in the crossfire of the war.

Though (Y/N) hoped that Oswin would get her mother out of the palace and the country if the war was declared.

“Doctor Lace?” Robert called out for the female doctor who staring at his charts. “What did Quebel do to King Vergil?” The small boy asked.

Most of the children in the hospital had no idea of the war that happened nearly twenty years ago. Though (Y/N) was four at the time of the war she had heard a lot about it after the fact.

“Fortuna and Quebel used to be friends a not that long ago but Quebel got a new king who thought they should be friends with Mallet instead of Fortuna,” (Y/N) explained in simple terms.

“Why couldn’t Quebel be friends both Fortuna and Mallet?” Lacey asked.

“That’s because Fortuna and Mallet don’t like each other so Quebel had to chose who they wanted to be friends with. Once Quebel did, it ended up in a big fight. Which end up with Fortuna getting hurt badly, this lead to the death of King Vergil’s family,” (Y/N) explained further.

It seemed that her explanation satisfied them as the children went back to playing.

“You’re so knowledgable about that topic,” One of the children’s nurses commented.

“Well, I’m from Tintagel, so what Quebel does affect us a lot since we rely on them for protection,” the young doctor lied.

Tintagel was a small principality south of Quebel. The principality was most known for fishing and crystal mining. They didn’t have an army so they relay on the neighbouring kingdom for protection. It was the place that (Y/N) chose to say that she was from.

(Y/N) continued on with her day until late into the night when Viji entered her small office.

“Do those nurse ever stop gossiping?” The other doctor complained.

“What are they gossiping about this time?” (Y/N) asked.

“Vergil,” Viji sighed. “It’s all about how handsome he is, how strong he is, how good he is in bed and how much they would love to see him in person,” She informed (Y/N). “Too bad for them that Vergil probably marry someone who will extend his power,” She sighed again.

“Probably someone from Mallet to solidify his rule over the land,” (Y/N) added.

“It could be Quebel as well if the war goes forward,” Viji said.

(Y/N) briefly stopped writing for a moment before continuing on trying to ignore everything about Quebel.

The days went on with getting for the hype about the war that could happen. (Y/N) went on in a haze as she tried to ignore all of the gossip and rumours around her.

Especially at Gure’s Cellar.

‘Why did I let Debbie dragged me’ She complained to herself.

She did hope a couple of drinks would take her mind of everything but even after two drinks, her mind wouldn’t be silence.

Of course, Dante chose this moment to come over annoy her.

“What’s seems to be a problem Doc?” He asked as he sat down next to her.

“What are talking about?” (Y/N) asked as she took another sip of her beer.

“You seemed out of it for the last couple of days,” Dante said. “Got something on your mind? Or are you just missing that fiancé of yours?” Dante asked.

“Why are you bring up Gilver?” She asked, flicking her eyes down to her girdle, the only reminder she had of him.

Dante picked up one end of the girdle and began to play with it. (Y/N) then imminently snapped it back to her person.

“How long have you been waiting for him? Nine years now. Do you tend to wait for him the rest of your life,” He commented.

From the moment Dante heard about Gilver in detail, he didn’t like him. But (Y/N) didn’t care about Dante’s opinion.

“So when are you going fill the other side of your bed since Trish’s eyes are all over Lady?” She asked.

“What!?” Dante exclaimed. He was silent for a moment. “…I got it. I stay out of your love life,” He sighed.

After their conversation, (Y/N) finished off her beer then headed home.

Now laying in bed, alone with her thoughts (Y/N) regents what she said to Dante but he wouldn’t stop saying bad things about Gilver.

(Y/N) reached up to girdle at the thought of her fiancé. The girdle was a parting gift when left to continue on with his quest. Though it wasn’t a girdle with him but a part of his beloved sword but (Y/N) made it a girdle as she wanted a part of him with her all of the time.

Her eyes lids began to feel heavy as the moon rise high into the night sky. The young woman slowly drifted to the land of sleep.

In her dreams, her room was bathed in the pale light of the moon as a tall man sat on the side of the bed as she lay in. (Y/N) looked up to see the man’s face but it was hidden bandages with only his bone-white hair peeping at this angle. Then something stops, what was it? She quickly distracted by a large warm hand capping her cheeks, the thumb stroking her cheek gently. (Y/N) looks up to see silvery-blue staring back at her. Gilver had the softest look on the normally smug face. He turns back to the book poetry, a gift from a former patient.

“‘To see a World in a Grain of Sand and a

Heaven in a Wild Flower,

Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand

And Eternity in a Hour,’”

He recited the poem. His voice was rich and cool that made her body sing.

He continued to read the poem as (Y/N) slowly fell asleep. His hand moving from her cheek to her hand, holding it until he parted once she was deep asleep.

***

Days pass by as (Y/N) continued on caring for her patients. Then one day Debbie called away from a patient.

“You have a guest,” Debbie told her. “They waiting for you in your office,” She informed.

(Y/N) finished with her patient then headed to her office to see a guest.

When she got to her tiny office she found the infamous demon hunter sitting in one of her sitting guest chairs.

“How may I help you, Dante?” The doctor asked shutting the door to the office behind her.

“I just want to say sorry about the other day,” He apologised.

“It’s okay Dante. I’m sorry about what I said to you as well,” (Y/N) responded with her own apology.

Dante smiled at her.

“That’s alright. You only said it because I hurt you first with my comment about your fiancé,” He said. Dante scratched his head before speaking again. “I’ll going away for a couple of weeks, could look after the shop for me?” He asked.

(Y/N) smirked at him.

“So you come all the way out here to apology to me so I could do a favour for you?” She smugly said to the older man.

Dante stuttered and fumbled around trying to find an answer. He imminently stopped when (Y/N) started laughing.

“Not funny,” He pouted as he walked to her.

(Y/N) was calming down from laughter as Dante held the keys to his shop.

“Why don’t you give the keys to Morrison?” She asked.

(Y/N) looked after the shop many times for Dante since they meet.

“As much as trust the old man, I trust you not to go through my through my things,” He said.

“What a collection of smutty pamphlet and dirt?” (Y/N) said.

“There are better than your erotic love stories you read,” He shot back as he opened the door to her office so she couldn’t answer him back without embarrassing herself.

With a scarlet blush on across face, Dante left (Y/N) in her office.

***

A week had passed when the hospital got news of Vergil’s coronation then the next day (Y/N) got the news she was dreading.

“Fortuna and Mallet have launched an attack on Quebel!” Someone yelled as they busted into to hospital.

Everyone gather around the person to listen to what they had to say.

“The major ports were attacked before the sun rose today! The latest from what I heard is that they have secure the coast,” They said.

The people around them chatted and mumbled with phrases ‘That fast,’ and ‘Right after his coronation,’ could be heard.

“Alright, everyone!” Vilho shouted. “Get back to work!” He ordered.

Everyone scampered away back to their jobs but (Y/N). She reminds clouded by fear and worries for her mother.

“(Y/N)?” Vilho called her. “Are you okay,” He asked.

(Y/N) put on a fake smile.

“I’m fine, just a little shocked that’s all,” She said.

Good thing it was nearly the end of the shift but the next two hours dragged as her thoughts were on her and mother’s safety.

‘I know Oswin will get her out of Quebel but where will she go? The Lovelace’s don’t have many allies outside of the kingdom since most of them were Fortunan,” She thought. ‘I guess she could come here. I’m sure that Oswin could get to Prildo Ira. Would Oswin come as well? No, wouldn’t leave Chardlingwent and it’s people,’

Her mind continued on with the idea with her mother living in Ckville with her. She had enough money a nice house for herself, her mother and future family to live together. It filled with a warmth that she hadn’t felt in a couple of years.

So for once in her life (Y/N) actually went straight home after work. Though she did into late hours of the right writing her letter to her mother. It took many attempts until (Y/N) was happy with the letter she had composition.

‘Dear Mother,

This is the first I have ever written a letter in twenty-four years. I am sure that Oswin has told you to happen to me.

The news has reached me that Fortuna and Mallet have launch attack. If their anything like Quebel during Quebel-Mallet war, I fear for your safety as the king’s favourite Mistress.

I know Oswin get yo out of Quebel if he knows you’re going to be somewhere safe. Tell him to send to you where he sent me and I will pick up you.

I hope you stay safe.

Love your daughter, (Y/N).’

There was a lot she wanted to say but she shouldn’t just encase the letter falls into the wrong hands.

Once finish, (Y/N) put ‘Lady G.Lous Lovelace’ on the envelope on the front. She then moves to one her bookcase. She pushed the large and heavy object a few centimetres. She then reached down to the floor and moved one of the wooden panels to reveal a small space under the floor, where a wooden box was hidden. (Y/N) opens the box that was half-filled with mostly silver and gold coins. She pulled out five gold coins and place them in her pocket.

She put everything back where it should be.

(Y/N) grabbed her old cloak and headed out through the backdoor of the boarding house. She headed to the more shady area of Ckville where the people from illegal active lived. The doctor pulled her hood up and headed to one house in particular.

The house belongs to contact of Fino. (Y/N) went to the side door then knocked three times.

A few minutes passed before she got an answer.

“What’s the job?” A voice asked.

“I need a letter delivered t Quebel. I have five gold coins,” (Y/N) said.

A small window in the opened and (Y/N) handed over the letter and coins.

“It will be delivered as soon as possible,” The voice said.

(Y/N) hoped that it would be.

She slowly walked to the boarding house. It was more of wander back to the boarding house as her mind was to fill with thoughts to be able to fall asleep that right.

Her wondering her lead her to Ckville’s Cathedral.

Even cover by scaffolding you could see the beautiful bohemian architecture peeping through.

(H/C) woman suddenly had a yearning to go into the cathedral. She pushed open the door to the large building. She walked down the aisle to the alter. (Y/N) stood at the altar and looked up at the stained glass window that was the centrepiece of the altar. The moon was at the right high to be illuminating the glass figure of a woman.

The woman was holding her arms open as waiting for an embrace with a motherly smile across her cheeks.

(Y/N) continued to stare at the window, wondering why everything was reminding her of her mother.

She was too caught in her thoughts that she didn’t notice a set of footsteps approaching her.

“May I help you, my child?” A gentle voice asked.

(Y/N) turned around to see a priest, mostly the bishop judging by his clothing.

“I’m sorry for barging in but something was calling me,” she said, looking back at the stained glass window.

“Saint Mirajane does that sometimes,” The bishop confessed. “She likes helping people even from the grave,” He said. “Is there anything I can help with?” He asked.

“…My mother,” (Y/N) started. “She lives in Quebel. In the capital. She works for a noble family,” She said. It wasn’t a lie but wasn’t technically the truth either.

“I see,” The bishop whispered as processed (Y/N)’s words. “I see why you were drawn here. Would like me to help you pray?” He asked.

“Will it help her?” She asked back.

The bishop was quiet for a moment proceeding on.

“I don’t know my child but I am sure that the Lord wouldn’t ignore a child with a pure wish as your’s,” He answered.

The bishop leaded (Y/N) to the front pews began to pray for her mother safety. (Y/N) didn’t care for the fact that her and her mother prayed to different gods than bishop did. It didn’t matter what god or goddess ruled the heavens above if any one of them could help her mother stay safe she would be forever grateful to them.

As she prayed, (Y/N)’s mind was filled with memories of warm afternoons that were filled with fun stories, laughter, games, hugs, soft whispers of ‘I love you’ and the scents of roses.

#devil may cry vergil #devil may cry x reader #vergil x reader #devil may cry #vergil #dmc vergil #dmc vergil x reader #dmc x reader

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thewinterwaifu · 4 years

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Vulnerable

Pairing:Vergil x female reader

Genre:Fluff

Warnings:None

Word count:1.007

Plot:The reader convinces her boyfriend Vergil to cuddle and read a book for her

A/N:This was a birthday gift for a Vergil lover!I love Devil may cry but I suck at writing for Vergil so please forgive me-

Y/N was used to waking up on an empty bed by now, as Vergil was an early bird and, according to him half demons didn’t even need that much sleep. Even then, she knew he hadn’t abandoned her and he never would. As she opened her eyes, he saw Vergil hadn’t gone far. The son of sparda was on the rocking chair he usually used for reading, his eyes glued a book. At least, before his demon senses alerted him about Y/N being awake.

“It’s still far too early for a human to wake up. Go back to sleep” he said simply,not even turning his gaze towards her.

To an outsider he might sound cold and indifferent, but that could be nothing further from the truth. He loved Y/N. He had come to terms with his feelings a long time ago. At first, he refused to acknowledge them, as if they made him weak and vulnerable. With time though, he learnt it was pointless to run away from how he felt. Despite his words often being dry, they were never empty. He truly cared for her.

“I think I got plenty of sleep actually” she told him, making him turn his head, his blue eyes now focused on her rather than the pages.

“Allow me to doubt that darling” he stated. He could get protective…After all, humans were oh so fragile compared to demons and he couldn’t allow himself to let her get hurt or sick.

He stayed still and quiet for a few seconds, before he stood up and walked towards the bed, sitting on the edge, still holding the volume in his hands.

“I guess it can’t be helped. Allow me to be by your side at least…” he mused, shaking his head. How stubborn…

A small smile took over her face as he spoke. She had always found his voice soothing and relaxing…

“Has anyone ever told you that you have a breathtaking voice?” she told him, surprised she hadn’t brought this up before, honestly.

“How flattering” He said with a chuckle “But if that was an attempt to fluster me or make me forget the fact that you should be sleeping, I’m afraid you might have to try harder next time.” The half demon was quite difficult to distract, and making him blush was even harder. Now that she thought about it, she had never seen his cheeks turn red.

“That wasn’t my intention. I was merely pointing it out.” She replied.

Unable to help himself, he lovingly stroke her cheek. She truly loved him for who he was…Sometimes he wondered if this was all merely a dream or some kind of spell, as it seemed too good to be true sometimes.

“If you say so” he said, his hands moving to her soft hair and playing with it.

“So that’s it? No more trying to convince me to go to sleep~?” She teased, looking into his eyes.

“Hm?Well I believed it was a lost cause…” he said with a sigh “Might as well enjoy some time with you since you insist on remaining awake…”

“Well, you could always come closer…and read outloud for me, I do enjoy your voice” she told him. She had always wanted to do this with him…

“I suppose I can do that"he agreed. Although he didn’t show it and wasn’t blushing he was…flattered. But it wasn’t just that, no…He had this feelings…He wanted to make her happy.

He crawled inside the blankets and turned to her, quick to ask the doubt that had taken over his mind.

"I assume you want to embrace me” he said “You can go right ahead. I don’t mind” He actually wanted it. It felt nice to cuddle her…He felt…loved.

As soon as her arms wrapped around him, it was tempting to just toss the book aside and use his own to cuddle her. But she had made a request and he was happy to oblige.

This went on for a while as he read the pages, enjoying her company. Suddenly though, he stopped and closed the book without further explanation. He couldn’t hold back any longer really. He cuddled her close to him and closed his eyes, relaxing.

“Hm…” he mused. He had said it many times before, but he still wasn’t fully used to it. He would have to keep working on it, since he really meant those three words… “I love you” he finally said.

That sentence never failed to make Y/N happy and cause her to feel all fuzzy and warm inside.

“I love you too Vergil” she said, stroking his cheek. She didn’t even mind that he had stopped reading, she just wanted to be held by him just like this.

“I know you do…” he said, kissing her forehead. But…he wanted more. Slowly, he leaned in, his intentions pretty clear.

She was happy to close the gap, kissing him passionately. As they kissed,he pulled her even closer, his arms wrapping around her waist. God damn it, she was his weakness. He pulled away breathing heavily, staring into her gorgeous eyes.

“You’re so…” he couldn’t even think of the right words. He liked to many things about her to pin it down to just one word. He frowned, not liking how he couldn’t come up with something “So addicting…” he finally decided.

“Addicting huh?” she said with curiosity. Quite a unique word to pick, and she knew he was very picky and careful with his words.

“Indeed…I crave more of you already” he said, leaning in for yet another kiss. It was clear that he had been left wanting more. He didn’t want to admit it, but he was more touch starved than one might assume at first glance.

She happily kissed him one more time, her hands running through his hair. She wouldn’t mind spending the whole morning or even day in bed like this, to be honest.

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talesofsonicasura · 4 years

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Erase The Future

One of the things I work hard to improve is writing characters established from many different series or genre. Mainly, I focus on characters who are quite difficult to write for new writers due to lack of information about them or the type of personality they have.

This little fic of mine involves one such character, Urizen from Devil May Cry. Warning: Contains minor spoilers!

Summary: Demon King Urizen has crushed every challenger to his hellish throne with pure unmatched power. To him, nothing could stop him from claiming his power and title as the Ruler of All Hell. Until a rift of time and space drops him a little gift... And turns world into a crash course dummy.

Two brothers with hair of snow and eyes of ice. Both separated by tragedy and doomed to face it once more. Cursed to spill their own blood continuous to the floor. When the tree of blood grows is when it begins. The tree's downfall is where their lives would end. Their fate can be challenged to change if intervened. An outside source to show both what they were too blind to see.

This single savior was born of misfortune and death at their first breath. Abandoned for being born inable to see and cast out in the worst of nature's disasters...A dangerous blizzard in the coldest tundra. Through kindness of another let the soul grow strong. A titan of champions is what they become. Though failure to this task was prominent promising a fate far worse than death.

Yet… To the heir of a frozen kingdom, Dyna Crown Fleur, the results were worth a cursed fate. For kindness and mercy, was long overdue for both tragic souls.

Qlipthoth, a demon tree that grows in the Underworld. It feeds on the blood of human life to blossom a single fruit that when eaten, crowns a demon the Ruler of Hell with boundless power. This tree currently rose at the center of Red Grave City and grown vastly from the millions of lives it slaughtered. Deep within the tree and sat on a makeshift throne, was a colossal devil covered in brambles and thorns named Urizen.

Power, absolute power is what this very behemoth sought. Yet, he was about to learn power came in many forms and so did Karma. The vast grove and network of blood filled vines began to shake within the Qlipthoth's center. Amongst the blood pool, the devil covered in deathly gray plant life light flashed immensely confused amongst the multiple hollows on his body. "What is this? This...power I am sensing." A gravelly voice from the devil as he lifted his hand up.

To him, this strange energy was...pure. Unlike the taint familiar with demonic power of all kinds, what he was sensing felt...calming. Not that of angels but of harmony, silence and peace. It was enticing to his senses that the devil couldn't help the urge to tear off the thorns covering his true form just to feel on his own hide. He needed to see what it was.

With a wave of his hand, the pool of blood at his feet began to change forming a mirror reflection of a different part of the Qlipthoth. Bright blue shined when a single line appeared above one of the roots before forming a large emerald tear. A rift in time and space was what the massive devil realized. Yet, what stepped out of it before it closed had him bewildered. It was a human woman.

She stood around 6'2 with forest green hair, skin a soft light peach and eyes a pure clear and crystal aquamarine. The woman wore a thick dark velvet winter dress decorated with elegant gold vine like embroidery and the emblem of a crown wearing animal, a golden wreath around her neck with a small rainbow jewel held at the center and the biggest oddity was the lack of footwear.

While Urizen didn't care for those lower than him, he could see the vast beauty of the human female. What really grew his interest was her walking. With every graceful step she took, plant life from grass to even flowers grew on the Qlipthoth floor. He could feel the blood from those sections fading as if the plants were absorbing and purifying it. They were becoming normal human plant life by the pure energy that was coming from her.

"Very interesting. What are you to purify even the Qlipthoth with mere touch and bewildered me so? Bring her to me." Urizen spoke as vast insect like chittering echoed through the blood tree. The woman only known to herself in this world as Dyna traversed the vast expanse of the blood channeling growths around her. Despite the gruesome and hellish landscape around, she was not afraid.

"A tree...no a grove that feeds on the life essence of others. I can feel the very souls trapped in these brambles cry out in pain. Wallow in sorrow no more with every step I take. Let your souls finally slumber as new life blossoms forth." Her voice soft and sweet like pure honey as more of her vibrant plant life covered the Qlipthoth floor with each step she took.

Her blue eyes caught the vast amount of moving gray around her. Inhuman beasts that held the form of an ant crossed with both spider and human easily in her sight no matter how fast they scurrying or well they hide. Beady red eyes, thorax covered in blood red jewels, jagged pincer like maws and thin scythe like claws. "I know you are there. My eyes are much sharper than others. It'll be better if you show yourself." Dyna spoke stopping as the large insect creature landed in front of from above.

It was a bit larger than her in height and grotesque but she still remain unbothered by her unnatural guest. "You are a worker just like a colony of Combee. Your species must provide substance to this tree. Honestly, it's a poor job considering the many remnants of the souls trapped in your home's woodwork and state of your hierarchy. Judging from you not attacking me, you're here to lead me to whoever rules over this current colony." Dyna questioned as the insect nodded its head.

"Lead the way then please." She said as the creature or Red Empusa guided her to Urizen's throne. The very devil himself was watching her as the insect demon lead her through the tree. He was impressed by what he had seen so far. She easily deduced the Empusa's nature and reason, the Qlipthoth's basic way of growth and remained undeterred by the hell around her. He cleared the image as Dyna walked into the room.

The Empusa immediately scurried off afterwards not wanting to stay anywhere near the tree demon's range. The woman looked up at him as Urizen could see her form far better than from his blood mirror. Those eyes of hers were beautiful up close. Pure uncut aquamarine that even diamonds couldn't hold a candle to the clear hue. Faint accents of gold by the corner of her eyes merely enhanced the elegance. He'll get a better look after seizing her for himself.

"You must be the one who planted the seed for this massive vampiric tree. Quite cheeky to have it bloom in the middle of a human settlement. Urizen, or should I say the Devil of Vergil Sparda?" Dyna questioned as those words had Urizen get onto his feet. The tendrils of his body snapping a bit from the Qlipthoth as blood spilled to the floor while the devil stood at his full height glaring down at her.

"I never gave you my name or my origin. Who are you human?" Urizen hissed in annoyance as if the name burned. Ignoring his hissing, Dyna took out a strange ball from her dress sleeve. It was half red and half white with a button outlined by black stripe. She tossed the sphere in her hand repeatedly as if she was juggling it. She didn't even look away from him still performing the act. "My name is Dyna Crown Fleur. For why I am here… I here to stop this devastating tree from growing any further. Tragedy must come to an end and if it means defeating you…"

Dyna grabbed the sphere out of the air before facing it as Urizen with a glare on her face. "Then I won't hold back." She declared voice firm and strong. The devil chuckled before sitting on his throne easily amused. He produced a blood red crystal in hand before reconnecting his tendrils to the devilish tree. "Very amusing. Dyna Crown Fleur, show me just how you will defeat me." Urizen mocked. The little sphere in her hand was a mere toy to him.

"Your aura is nothing but a phantom cloaked by putrid life of the thorns protecting your body. That blood red crystal merely an extension of dauntless darkness. To throw life and mind at you now will get me nowhere so instead. I'll have my confidant shatter your barrier first!" Her cryptic words had him baffled but...he realized that little ball was NOT a mere plaything.

"Pyros, prepare for battle!" She tossed the ball into the air as a flash of light shot forth. From the light materialized a creature Urizen never seen before. This creature was a bipedal white tiger covered in crimson striped fur, its chest was gray with a white cross like pattern, large tufts of crimson fur around the muzzle, shoulders, legs, a tail with a ring of spikes around it, yellow and verdant green eyes, large fangs and claws and a belt of pure flames around their waist.

"Incineroar!!!!" The beast howled unleashing a pure shockwave of power from its pure battlecry alone. To Dyna, this creature was her Incineroar Pyros, a Pokemon she grew up with from her homeland to survive. "What kind of creature is this you summoned to dare challenge me!?" Urizen growled clearly thrown off by Pyros' special ability: Intimidate. Intimidate weakened the attack power of every opponent Pyros faced so the fact Urizen felt threatened had proven the ability had work.

"Incineroar, the Heel Pokemon. His species will refuse the orders of those they don't trust with pure nonchalance. However once presented a decent challenge, they are relentless. Pyros, give him a mere taste of your nature with Fire Blast."Dyna ordered. The Heel Pokemon opened his mouth full of flames before hurling a massive star like cross of it at the demon king. A blood red barrier immediately materialized around Urizen but even the demon had to shield himself from the intense flames as it crashed into the shield.

Blueish green lights brighten greatly noticing the large spider web cracking across the surface of the stone and his barrier. "Darkest Lariat." Pyros burst from the flames like a spinning bullet to Urizen's view and hit the barrier with a powerful lariat. The barrier immediately shattered from the brute force of Pyros' attack. Even the crystal supplying the barrier exploded from the immense power the Incineroar unleashed!

'What kind of power is this?!' The devil couldn't help but think. This Incineroar, manifested enough power to overload his barrier but another strike to destroy his magic crystal at the same time. His half breed brother couldn't even crack it unlike this burning beast! Then came insult to injury.

"Fury Swipes." Pyros' claws glowed white as the talons grew into long blades. The Incineroar didn't hesitate to repeatedly tear his claws through Urizen's armored hide and scratching up the devil's exposed mouth like an angry cat. The tree demon roared in pain swatting at Pyros but the Fire/Dark type easily dodged returning back into battle position in front of Dyna with a wild grin on his face. The demon king immediately sat up not caring about snapping off his thorn like tentacles from the tree itself again.

The cat scratches over his face and tears through his hide revealing multiple glaring orange eyes upon her form. He was absolutely furious. This human woman was mocking him in his own throne room. His fury ignited upon the mischievous grin that grew on Dyna's face. It exploded when the woman had the audacity to SING an insult to him.

"I am the tallest of mountains. I am the roughest of waves. I'm the toughest of terrors. I am the darkest of days. I'm the last one that's standing. Don't try to stand in my way. Cause I've been up against better. Just take a look at my face. Causing if you're messing with me, I am a dangerous weapon. I am the sharpest of blades. I'll cut down in a second." Her sweet voice destroying his precious silence with pure sass.

"I see the part that you tried to hide. That you are merely a scared babe behind a monster of a lie. The fact that you aren't as strong as you think on the inside. To remove half of yourself was your folly. Absolute power you say? No, that's the humiliation that made me merry and jolly!" Dyna taunted as Urizen howled in absolute rage.

Multiple tendrils sprout from the Qlipthoth around her slithering like angry snakes around the livid demon. "You've managed to infuriate me more than that damn treacherous spawn I dare call brother. A queen must know to never disrespect their king! I'll tear your summon in half before I claim my first generation with your bloodline, my dear Hell Bride and soon to be Queen of Hell." Urizen declared. He flinched when both trainer and Pokemon merely chuckled.

"Hold back Pyros. I'll take it from here." Dyna spoke as the Incineroar stepped back and she took a step forward with eyes closed. He flinched once more as the woman opened her eyes. "Cause I was born in this pain. It only hurts if you let it." They were a pure glowing cyan as if burning with pure power yet...he thought he saw sadness for a moment.

"So if you think you can take me then you should go and forget it." He lashed out a few of the roots towards her at lightning speed with a snap of his fingers. Cyan light enveloped the attack tendrils before she waved her hand away. Those glowing roots we're slammed into the Qlipthoth wall hard enough for each to snap in half. "After all this time your back for more. I won't stop until THEY know my name. So I'll take what's mine and start this war. I'm coming at you like a tidal wave."

He didn't hesitate sending more roots at her. Yet she continued to cut them down with no effort. She was doing the same thing he did to his half breed brother and every single insect that dared to challenge him. She made him feel helpless.

"When everything you know has come and gone. You are at your lowest and I am rising higher. Only scars remain of who I was. What I find in the ashes, you lose in the fire. When there's no one left to carry on. This is a illusion, open up your eyes and… The pain persists I can't resist. But that's what it takes to be infinite."

That same cyan light snaring him and every Qlipthoth root he was controlling at the moment. "Psychic!" They were immediately slammed into the walls of the throne room with enough brutal force that his tendrils exploded into blood upon impact and Urizen shattered his throne underneath his own body.

The Devil picked himself up and glared heavily with glints of fear now exposed. More of his armored hide had shattered now revealing half of his beastish azure face with multiple piercing eyes, monstrous fangs and short crown of jagged horns. Green eyes going from fear to pure surprise at the soft smile she now held. A smile that held no malice.

"Now I can see some of your beautiful face from that ugly mask you wear. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder as they say. That beauty for me is the person under the shell of armor they use to hide their own weakness. Their true self in many terms." Dyna spoke softly for it was enough for the Devil to blink.

She had immediately disappeared once he did only to reappear right in his face hovering softly in the air. That same cyan light bathing her body as she floated daintly before him. 'Is she part fae? No...not even faes hold such elegance, grace and so much raw power. No, it must be a goddess that stands before me.' Urizen thought as he unconsciously reach his hand out to her.

"So look around you and tell me what you really SEE. You live a lie and that's the difference between you and me. I have the power. Let me show you what it's it all about. It's only me and you- Who is gonna save you now?"

Dyna laid a hand on his crown of horns and everything around him just...stopped. Then came flashes of memories... and the unknown pain to follow. Her eyes reflected those scenes from the human half, half breed brother, weak women that fueled his weapons and the human whelp whose limb was missing but also those he wasn't familiar with. Then these odd sensations slammed into him from every single one. These odd things hurt him somehow with every death or wound that he caused but none scathe his body.

It stopped when a gentle touch pressed his forehead and eyes widened upon the sight. Dyna Fleur Crown had laid a kiss on him. His mind went blank. This woman made no sense. She threatened him, had her beast shatter his barrier and scar him, she brought him down to his knees, searched his memories and forced new ones with this strange pain for each one. Now, she had the audacity to kiss him.

He blinked in response only to see her on the back of her fiery beast Pyros. A soft smile on her face and the same for the Incineroar. "V, Dante, Nero, Trish and Lady. Your human half and the ones you have harmed the most. Urizen, Devil of Vergil Sparda, I will give you a single warning. If you feast on the fruit of this hellish tree, then it will be me you shall face instead of your brother. And unlike him, it won't be a fight. It will be your true downfall. Reflect on the past once more." Was all she said before Pyros burst out of the throne room.

The Incineroar soaring across the tendrils with fire exploding from every pounce and step. She was gone just like that as Urizen could only stand in silence. The woman didn't make a worthless threat. She held the power to back up her declaration not just her beast alone. "Dyna Crown Fleur... could have ended me with a flick of her wrist. Forced these strange irritating sensations onto me even now… Yet spares my life…" Urizen spoke using his tendrils to repair his broken throne in seconds.

Multiple exposed eyes staring at the scars covering his form's broken armor from his throne's blood pool. "Summoner from another plane… Wielding of a beast of intense flame… Eyes that mirror my past… Power far more pure than an archangel… And beauty matched with cryptic knowledge…" He sat on his repaired throne how in thought. "Who are you… Dyna Crown Fleur?"

And that's it! Yes, I crossed this little story with Pokemon to show just how different Dyna and Urizen are. Urizen who only relies on his own power and himself versus Dyna who not only is powerful on her own but works with her Pokemon to overcome any challenge.

For Urizen, the goal of this fic is for him to realize the same that happened to dear old Sparda. To find his own reason to fight for the sake of others, his own justice.

Dyna's origins is related to a Pokemon that will relate and revolve around the Part 2 DLC for Sword and Shield, Calyrex the Crown Pokemon.

Dyna- A term or prefix often use to mean power. Ex: Dynamo, Dynamic, Dynamite

Fleur which is French for Flower.

Dyna Crown Fleur, the Crowned Flower of Strength.

Song used: Infinite from Sonic Forces

#dmc #devil may cry #pokemon #urizen #pokemon trainer oc #devil may cry 5 #human oc #psychic oc #incineroar #pokemon sword and shield #crossover #fanfic #mun sonicasura #urizen x oc

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thedyingmoon · 5 years

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🖤 I See My Future Before Me 🖤

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XXV.B

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Vergil landed on the wrecked balcony of Fleminger’s mansion, clearly noticing its quite undisturbed state despite the Dreadnought’s massive ambuscade. The sprawling mansion, itself, still stood in one piece. The once majestic ballroom may be reduced to a complete ruin due to the Electric Furies’ attack last Saturday and Nico’s reckless driving last Tuesday but, the rest of the huge building’s parts were still intact.

With the Yamato on his hand, he cautiously entered the dark and silent premises, hoping for Fleminger to show up,…

“My Lord?” A familiar voice uttered from a distance. He squinted his eyes, trying to see through the darkness, when he noticed the Master of the house standing at a safe distance away from the entrance.

“Fleminger?” He called as he went closer, and the moment he did, he was unnerved to see the man looking really pale, like he just lost a lot of blood.

“My Lord!” He exclaimed triumphantly, his hands clasped as if in a prayer. “How wonderful to see you finally succeed!”

“Tell me,” Vergil cut him off. “… the Dreadnought. Why is it still alive? I drove the Yamato through her sister’s body and obtained her power. She should be weakened. I demand an explanation.”

“My Lord,” Fleminger began. “… I’m afraid to say that,… you have not gained everything.”

“And what do you mean by those words?”

“Inside the girl lies,… another. You may have her unmatched strength and her ability to look into the future but, you have yet to gain the most powerful ally.”

At the mere prospect of gaining more power, Vergil’s eyes clearly widened with interest. “And that is?”

Tired eyes red and pale hands rubbing against long, black, satin bishop sleeves, Fleminger spoke to him, “Immortality, my Lord. You have yet to gain her immortality. Acquire this and you shall be able put an end to the Dreadnought, once and for all. Obtain this,…” the man licked his dry lips and smiled at him. “… and you will be the most powerful being in existence. Even greater than Mundus, or Sparda, himself.”

Vergil glanced at the man with scrutinizing eyes, searching for something in Fleminger that could betray him of any kind of deceit. And when he found none, he nodded, then turned away from him.

“Then, I shall obtain it. And put an end to that Demon.”

“Even with obstacles before you?” Fleminger innocently asked just when another visitor arrived at the mansion. Vergil found out that it was none other than his son, Nero, himself.

“He is never an obstacle.” The father stated, regarding his own son with complete apathy. “Just a child who lost his way.”

“YOU WILL PAY FOR WHAT YOU’VE DONE!” Nero fumed as blue light radiated from his body, engulfing him and slowly changing him to his Devil form. “V, VERGIL, WHATEVER YOU CALL YOURSELF: FUCK YOU!”

The young Devil Hunter summoned Dante’s sword and charged forward with every intention of beating his father.

But, Vergil had other plans.

With one swift movement, he pulled out what’s left of the black contract markings from his neck, the thick, mysterious ink sticking to his fingers like glue, forcibly summoning both Shadow and Nightmare in the process.

While the golem started mindlessly destroying the place, the demonic feline only looked at Vergil in confusion, asking ‘why?’ without actual words. And this made Nero stop.

“I don’t have time for this.” Vergil told his son. “Play with these nightmares. Kill them, if you must.

"I’m done with them.”

“What are you - ?!”

With those empty words, the cold man simply walked out, changing into the light being once more as he arrived at the balcony, and soared into the skies in pursuit of his final goal. Nero was about to go after him when the abandoned familiars started attacking him.

For a brief moment, Vergil’s eyes scanned the ground below him like an eagle in search of his prey, swiftly descending when he finally spotted the remains of the Dreadnought. He morphed back to his mortal form once his feet touched the ground and made his way towards two distinct figures along the fleshy debris of Shinano Musashi.

That’s when he saw something else,…

… the girl, or what looked like her spirit,…

… who was sitting on the ground just beside her and Dante’s body.

Her head bowed down low, her tears spilling on her lap, her hands on the girl’s limp and bloody hands, she wept for her, her mournful sobs filling the silent place.

And then, Vergil realized,…

“You,…”

The girl looked up, her eyes wide with fear. He knew she wasn’t (Y/N), and yet,…

… the resemblance,…

… was uncanny.

“Vergil,” she uttered, her voice sounding awfully familiar. Like he heard it somewhere before. “… she’s dying. Please, help her. Please!”

And he thought she was already done for! One look at her told him that she’s hopeless with those fatal wounds. No other mortal could survive those.

But, of course, the being was still healing her despite her incorrigible state.

“Why are you still helping her?” He questioned, not caring about (Y/N)’s condition. “She’s dying. There’s nothing you could do to help her.”

The being glanced back at the girl, grasping her hands as tightly as she could as she still tried to heal her. “I,… never lost my faith in her,…” she explained, then looked up once more at him. “… and neither in you, Vergil.”

Her voice,…

The way she uttered his name plucked something in his heart. He knew he had seen her before, heard her voice even. He just couldn’t remember when or how exactly.

“Listen, what you are doing right now is,… futile.” Vergil urged on. “There is no power in this cruel world that could save that weak mortal. Accept her fate and face your one true Master.”

The being closed her eyes, her tears endlessly streaming down, and shook her head in denial.

Vergil sighed. He didn’t want to use the Yamato against her. The being was small and looked weak and fragile, like its resemblance. He knew he could obtain her and her power of immortality. He just needed one last push, or else,…

He pointed at the sky and spoke, “Her sister is wreaking havoc as I speak. If you do not come with me now, the whole world, and humanity, itself, will truly be annihilated, and you would no longer serve any kind of Master.” He prodded on, his patience slowly reaching its limit. “You do not want to make this any more difficult for the both of us.” He exclaimed, then extended a hand towards the being, wanting it to take it. “Come with me. Now.”

The being only looked at him, her facial expression quite difficult to read. “You must understand that, by acquiring my power, not only will you gain immortality, you will also gain the absolute knowledge of my current vessel.”

Absolute knowledge? “I understand.”

“By my sister Andromeda, you became the Protector of The Present. By my sister Cassandra, you gained the Aspect of The Future. By me, the last of the Sisters of Fate, you shall carry the burden of the past. Do you understand?”

Vergil sighed. “Yes.”

The being inhaled, looking like it was actually contemplating its decisions like a normal human being.

Her emotions, her gestures,…

… those eyes,…

In fact, she really was like a normal human girl,…

“Do you, Vergil Sparda, accept all of these conditions?”

“I do.” He gave his unwavering answer.

“Then,” she answered, finally taking Vergil’s hand. “… reunite, we shall, Master Vergil. I pray you do not regret,… your decision.”

The moment their hands made contact, the last of the Sisters of Fate vanished, her body turning into little orbs. These orbs then went directly to Vergil’s skin, merging with him, becoming one with him,…

“V,…”

When he finally succeeded in absorbing the last being, he heard a familiar female voice. His sight was abruptly stolen from him, making him drop the Yamato on the ground. His consciousness was swiftly brought to a place he didn’t know existed. He felt he was floating, hovering for a long time, and when he finally gained his sight back, he saw,…

… her memories.

(Y/N)’s memories.

All of it.

And they came crashing down in huge flashes before him,…

“I love you, Mama! I love you, Papa!”

“STOP HURTING PAPA!”

“NO! DON’T TAKE THEM AWAY! DON’T LEAVE US!”

“I’m here, (S/N). I will never leave you,…”

“What did you do to my sister?!”

“I’m sorry,…”

“Who are you?!”

“ALL OF YOU, DIE!”

“Where am I?!”

“I was not perfect. And I failed to protect her because of it.”

“There is,… someone,… in my visions. A man - with white hair. He plays the violin,…”

“I must fulfill the wish!”

“Nico, make this for me!”

“I was looking for someone,…”

“I said,… STAY!”

“Nico, it’s him! The man in my visions! The one with the markings on his skin!”

“I will protect you, V.”

“Do you know Titanic, V?”

“I think you should go see the world for yourself,…”

“I want to know what’s bothering you,…”

“V!”

“V?”

“V, please,…”

“I love you, V,…”

Vergil closed his eyes and covered his ears to shut the flood of memories away. He screamed, begging for the visions to stop plaguing him.

Then, everything went silent, as simple as that. He could no longer hear her voice, nor see her memories. It was as if the voices and the memories got sucked into oblivion, never to be seen again. The whole world was plunged into total darkness.

And then, he heard it. Another voice but, it sounded different. It did not feel chaotic. It was calm.

“I’ve waited a hundred years. I’d wait,… a million more for you,…”

A male voice sang gently just when a little orb of light appeared from a distance. Vergil took a step forward, longing to reach its warmth and protection,…

“Nothing prepared me for,… what the priviledge of being yours would do,…”

Vergil was transported to a big empty studio where a man was sitting in front of a piano, singing those soothing words.

And then, he saw her right on the corner. It was (Y/N). And she looked just the same, long (H/C) hair tied in a ponytail, graceful movements, perfect posture,…

She looked very much alive and vibrant.

“That beautiful song,… what is it about?” She asked the man on the piano, her curiosity endearing, her voice achingly lovely.

“It’s about a man who regrets the loss of a loved one and the woman who loves him the most. The love of his life. Whom he could no longer be with.” He answered, playing some notes, then sang once more. “If I have only felt the warmth,… within your touch,…”

“Could you,…” she began, positioning herself in the middle of the empty room. “… start from the beginning?”

The man smiled as his hands gently glided on the keys once more.

And just as he began playing, Vergil heard a thunderclap. He turned to look at the windows and realized it was raining outside. He, then, glanced back at the middle of the room, and saw,…

… his former fragile self sitting on the floor with his first demonic familiar, Griffon, just behind him, watching (Y/N) as she began dancing to the man’s song.

He could still remember this exact moment on that abandoned studio that one rainy day. All he could hear by then was the sound of the rain, the thunder, and her light steps.

But, now, it was as if the two memories, his and hers, overlapped and merged into one sad vision, finally enabling him to hear the song she danced to and see once more how graceful and delicate she was.

With the sweet music, the sound of the rain and the thunder vanished. He listened as the man began playing and watched as the girl began dancing.

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“I’ve waited a hundred years.

I’d wait a million more,… for you.

Nothing prepared me for,

What the priviledge of being yours,… would do.

If I had only felt,… the warmth within your touch.

If I had only seen,… how you smile,… when you blush.

Or how you curl your lip,… when you concentrate enough,

Oh, I would’ve known,… what I’ve been living for,… all along.

What I’ve been living,… for.”

The music gradually went louder as the girl began twirling, her raw movements in time with the music.

“Your love is my turning page,

Where only the sweetest words,... remain.

Every kiss is a cursive line,

Every touch is a redefining phrase.

I surrender who I've been,... for who you are.

For nothing makes me stronger than,

... your fragile heart.

If I had only felt how it feels,... to be yours,

Oh, I would've known,... what I've been living for,...

... all along,..."

He felt his tears fall down just as the former him began weeping with her movements alone.

He never actually felt,... how it feels to be hers,...

And now, he not only left her, he hurt her, as well,...

... for such a stupid thing as absolute power.

He chose power,... over her.

Over the woman,...

... he now knew he truly loved.

And not because she had the ability to lure Demons like what Fleminger told him, no.

It was because of who and everything she was.

"What I've been living for."

“Ah! I’m so sorry! I would never do this again! I - ”

Vergil snapped from his reverie as he saw his former self hugging her tightly, not wanting to let her go.

"Hey, it's okay." She reassured him. "I'll never leave you. I promise,... "

All of a sudden, the sweet memory abruptly changed to that of the times when he neglected her, rejected her, and that moment when he,...

"I love you, V."

"I choose,... POWER!"

But, still, the song remained,...

"Though we're tethered,

To the story we would tell.

When I saw you,

Oh, I knew we'd tell it well,...

With a whisper,... we will tame the vicious seas.

Like a feather,

Bringing kingdoms to,... their knees,..."

“What matters is that you still have precious people around you, my Lady. You must focus on not losing them, as well.”

"THE PAST WILL WEEP, THE PRESENT WILL KNEEL, AND THE FUTURE WILL DIE!"

Vergil opened his eyes, feeling his tears on his face as he stared at her lifeless body on the ground. And when the thoughts of those painful visions went back to him,...

... he fell on his knees,...

... right before the woman he loved above all else.

And on that heart - wrenching moment, he suddenly felt his own sword drive through him, its tip sticking out of his stomach, dripping with his own blood.

And with that swift, decisive moment, the Sisters of Fate left his body and went directly to whoever stabbed him.

Just like that, they were stolen away from him.

He changed back to his former fragile self, crumbling, wheezing,...

... dying,...

Vergil,... was no more.

He felt the Yamato being pulled away from him as he coughed blood. He fell on the ground just beside (Y/N) and glanced up to find Fleminger with the Yamato.

"There was,... one vital part you didn't know about the story of the Dreadnought, my Lord." The Master, the true enemy and traitor, began, theatrically swinging the Yamato like a cane.

"F - flemin - g - ger,..." V wheezed, his blood staining the ground beneath him, his rage for the man, who was the cause of all this madness, overtaking his whole being.

"There has never been a Dreadnought, or a Shinano Musashi, to begin with. They were only made up. But,... there was a girl named (S/N) (L/N). She was the most perfect girl in all of existence, and my ancestors chose her to be the vessel of Pandemonium, a Demon whose powers rival that of Mundus'. Even greater.

"And Pandemonium did choose her eventually. My ancestors were about to achieve immortality through her when her sister, by the name of (Y/N) (L/N), happened to massacre almost all of them in rage, including the orphans they were raising. Apparently, she was chosen by three equally powerful beings - the Sisters Of Fate, Cassandra, Andromeda, and Galatea - to fulfill another mission. And that mission is to locate you, protect you, and reunite the Sisters back to Sparda's family."

Flemiger walked around V, who was squirming in pain and cowering with fear.

"It seems she succeeded on that mission of hers. You obtained power through her, and I took it from you. I fulfilled my revenge on (Y/N) for murdering my ancestors, thanks to you, my Lord. And for that, I will forever be grateful." The fiend expressed his sincere gratitude towards V. "Oh, and letting Pandemonium, who will only answer to me, destroy everything she wanted was only a collateral."

Fleminger sheathed the Yamato and went to the opposite direction. But, before he left, he turned back to V and smiled at him. He even threw a piece of a familiar leather fabric at him. And in complete horror, he realized whose it was.

It belonged to him,...

Nero,... V thought, his hopes shattering. My,... son,...

"Oh, and have I told you that Galatea, who was the Bearer of The Past, kept (Y/N)'s body safe and in stasis for a hundred years just for you? After all, she was the one who searched through different timelines for the perfect vessel. I did say that the tragedy of Fortuna happened a hundred years ago, am I right, my Lord?" He raised the Yamato at him like a salute of some sort then bowed. "Farewell, son of Sparda."

And with those final words, Fleminger left him.

V felt the whole world around him fall apart as the Dreadnought - (S/N) - started firing her destructive lasers once more.

And who could blame her? After seeing her beloved sister suffer at the hands of the man she loved, could she still think of anyone worthy of redemption?

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~ I dedicate this chapter to @la-vita for helping me with this fic through XXV.A's German dialogue and her helpful tips for making V IC. Thank you so much. 🖤

~@vergils-daughter , @heaven-on-a-landslide , @micaelagua , @yepps , @sofia-micaela , @lessy86 , @beyond-the-mirror , @gxthghoulfriend , @ehrzeth , @ceruleanworld , @simmy-ships , @boundbysoul , @diabeticsugarush , and @krazy06 . 🖤

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His hand went to the fatal wound on his stomach. The pain was actually going away as he slowly felt numbness taking over his whole body. Well, he was truly dying now.

And he will die just like that - alone, weak,...

... pathetic,...

And he knew he deserved it.

He crawled towards (Y/N) and reached for her cold hands. He, then, made an effort to pull her towards him for one last embrace.

It was then that he remembered their conversation inside the abandoned studio just after her dance.

"Can you quote something from Shakespeare?" He fondly remembered her asking him with a shy and awkward smile. "After all, Griffon always calls you Shakespeare,..."

"Oh, here will I set up,... my everlasting rest and shake the yoke of,... inauspicious stars from this,... world - wearied,... flesh!"

V quoted, then coughed blood once more. He wrapped (Y/N) in his embrace, not wanting to let her go in this final moment.

"... eyes look,... your last. Arms, take your last embrace. And lips,... oh you the doors of,... breath,... seal with a righteous kiss,... a dateless,... bargain,... to engrossing death,..."

He gently kissed her forehead and took a deep breath, feeling the whole world around him vanish with complete darkness as his eyesight became blurry.

"... if only,... I could go back,... and change,... everything,..."

He whispered, regrets drowning him as his eyelids closed,...

"Master, open your eyes!"

"G - gala - t - tea?"

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kylo-v · 5 years

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Under the Big Top: Chapter 1

Word Count: 2k

Warnings/Tags: Minor Sexism

Synopsis: Reader gets her first murder case

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One week later.

It was your first case in a few months. The last one had been such a bust and word got around that it stifled your work for weeks. Thankfully Morrison had been kind enough to let you float by on some of his earnings, but that was wearing thin. Your stomach growled loudly as you approached the mildly extravagant mansion. It's even bricks and elegantly cared for shrubbery intimidated you slightly. You barely had a concept of this amount of money being a single working woman with sparse money making opportunities. All you had eaten in the last few days were a few cups of coffee, stale bread, and a handful of potatoes and carrots. God you were sick of potatoes. God you hoped your stomach would embarrass you during the meeting. Maybe he would even feed you. You made a note to yourself to not devour anything like an animal if offered to you.

You straightened the lapelles of your jacket and pressed down the wild strands of your long, long hair. Morrison had thrown you a bone with this case, not like it was much of his choice. The client had specified that he wanted a woman’s touch when it came to this one. You wondered what that meant… You knew it was a murder case, and pretty brutal as you had seen the pictures of the body, but nothing that shocked you to your core. Shaking the thoughts away and calming your anxiety, you reached for the lion headed door knocker and knocked three times. Still the anxiety crept back up your spine as you waited for an answer. You pulled a thread off your sleeve and refixed your cufflinks. You grimaced as you looked down and noticed your shoe was untied, but before you could bend over to tie it a penguin of a man opened the door. His nose was held higher than any other part of his body as he looked down his glasses at you with slight distaste. You were used to this at this point, men didn’t appreciate seeing a woman wearing men’s clothing.

“I’m Private Investigator (Y/N) Caulfield. I have a meeting with Dr. Thompson this afternoon,” you say with confidence. You had rehearsed this at least twelve times in the mirror this morning and internally patted yourself on the back when you didn’t stumble over a single word.

“I know who you are. Right this way,” the man said with slight disdain as he moved himself to the side to allow you to step into the mansion.

The mansion might not have looked lavish on the outside, but the inside was a different story. The walls were papered with purple and red patterns that reached to the tops of the high ceilings. The furniture was all made of heavy, polished mahogany and decorated with accents of gold. You were directed to a grand staircase and greeted by a cinnamon colored cocker spaniel. She approached you cautiously and barked in response when you attempted to reach down and pet her.

“She bites,” the man, who you now assumed was Dr. Thompson’s butler, barked in the same tone as the dog.

“Now, now, Abraham,” a voice broke the awkwardness. At the top of the stairs was a sloppily put together man, “Is this anyway to treat our guest?” He was an older gentleman with salt and pepper hair and beard and tired, aged blue eyes.

“My apologies, Dr. Thompson,” the butler replied, straightening himself but unable to hide the weariness in his tone. You glanced at Dr. Thompson and noticed his misbuttoned jacket and uncombed hair. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days but given the nature of this case, you understood his disheveled appearance.

“Let’s talk in my office, Mrs. Caulfield. Come on, Maggie,” he beckoned the cocker spaniel who followed him obediently.

“It’s Miss Caulfield, Dr. Thompson. I’m not married,” you huffed slightly. This was something that always annoyed you but couldn’t be helped, you supposed.

“Oh, my apologies, Miss Caulfield. I was under the impression that Morrison was your husband,” he replied as he held the door open to his office, allowing you inside. Maggie cut you off first and darted in to hop into her dog bed seated by the desk.

“Yes, that is usually everyone’s first impression…” you sighed slightly while you take a seat directly across from Dr. Thompson’s chair. You took a quick glance around the room. Fine, leather bound books and scattered items collected on the bookshelves around you and paper files were stacked neatly on the desk in front of you. The walls were littered with diplomas, awards, and a few pieces of unremarkable artwork of landscapes. Hanging at the opposite wall of the desk is a taxidermied boar’s head with wonky eyes and you have to control an outburst of laughter at the state of this poor creature, whose one eye is looking to China and the other to Antarctica.

“My first big kill. I used a Wincester ‘94 to clock the bastard in the skull,” Dr. Thompson said with confidence when he caught you staring at the boar’s head for far too long.

“I don’t know much about animal hunting, Dr. Thompson,” you said politely, not looking to engage in any more small talk.

“Right, right…” Dr. Thompson gaped for a minute but cleared his throat as he took a seat in the large armchair on the other side of his desk.

“Onto business,” you say as you pull out a hand notebook and a pen from the breast pocket of your jacket.

“Are you aware of the nature of this case, Miss Caulfield?” Dr. Thompson asked cautiously as he reached down to pat Maggie on her little sleeping head.

“I am. These types of cases have not stopped me before. Murder, 23 year old female found in the woods, mutilated and dismembered. Police investigate and rule it murder by hitchhiker but the culprit is never found.”

“Good, Morrison updated you well.”

“Thank you, I did all the research myself,” you retorted casually without looking up from your notes. Dr. Thompson couldn't help but smile slightly.

“Do you know why I asked you to get involved, Miss Caulfield?”

“No, sir,” you said as your stomach growled with slight persistence, though you ignored it.

“I requested you because this case is...sensitive,” Dr. Thompson pursed his lips nervously. He reached down and opened a drawer in his desk, after a moment of shuffling around he pulled out a file folder. He laid the folder on the desk and retrieved two small, black and white pictures from it and handed them to you. Each photo was of a blurry portrait of a man, who at first glance could have been mistaken for one person but closer inspection proved otherwise. Both men had the same brisk white grey hair though in one picture one had it slicked back as opposed to down in the other. As you examined closer you realized these men were brothers, not just brothers but twin brothers. You could tell by the face structure, but the one with long hair had a stronger jaw and a small twisted mustache. He was smirking cockily in the photo, while the other man had a piercing and serious gaze. It sent shivers down your spine in an uncomfortable way.

“These men are called Dante and Vergil Sparda. They run a circus by the name of Devil May Cry. The body was found not even a mile from the circus grounds though police could make no connection between them and the murder. Many of the eye witnesses claimed that they saw a man wandering around the campgrounds that they didn’t recognize. The police wanted to wrap the case up quickly and just pinned it on this supposed "interloper". Appearantly they have other things to worry about than the murder of a "whore",” Dr. Thompson said spitefully. You glanced up at him through your lashes and could see his hands clenched into fists on the top of the desk.

“She meant something to you…” you said in a calm tone while you carefully slide the two photos back to him. His fists unclenched and he visibly intended his shoulders. He sighed and nodded his head regretfully.

“She was my lover…” Dr. Thompson paused, “I...I tried to get her out of that lifestyle and bring her here but the man she worked for wouldn’t let her and we would have to meet in secret. I loved Marie, I truly did...” His voice cracked slightly and you couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. Your eyes softened with sympathy and you bit your lip gingerly. This was the shit that really got to you…

“And you think these men are involved somehow?” You point to the pictures lying untouched on the desk. Dr. Thompson inhaled deeply to compose himself and nodded.

“The night before Marie was murdered, she told me that she would be gone for a few days while she and three other girls entertained here,” he opened the file folder from earlier and handed you a flyer from the circus. It depicted a black lion roaring with the words Devil May Cry circus coming out of its mouth. Scrawled across the bottom is the location of the grounds and dates. It seemed that they would only be stationed in their current location for 2 more weeks, and there was no telling where they would go after that.

“Marie wasn’t murdered by an interloper, she was murdered by someone or something on these grounds,” Dr. Thompson said deadly seriously, “It’ll be dangerous, so make allies. Are you still up for this? I’ll pay you anything, please.”

You pondered for a moment. The stakes in this case were much higher in this case than any other one you had had before, but the paycheck was nice and something seemed to...pull you in. Your stared at the picture of the black lion for an extended period of time. It’s shadowy fur seemed to glisten with purple and it’s fierce eyes drew you in with its amethyst intensity. For a moment, you had to remind yourself it was just a drawing.

“Why me?” You asked as you gathered the flyer and pictures into the file folder to take with you. Dr. Thompson smiled sadly at your quiet acceptance.

“I just wanted someone who would care…” he said solemnly.

After half a payment in advance and a few signed contracts, the case was yours. The gold in your pocket weighed heavy in your trousers and tugged your suspenders tight against your shoulders. You didn’t care. You had enough money to buy ten pairs of suspenders if you wanted! You laughed gleefully and marched proudly towards the end of the driveway where Morrison was waiting for you in his car.

“Seems things went well,” Morrison smiled cockily, the smoke from his cigarette swirling the inside of the car.

“You betcha! First case in months and it’s something worth my time,” you said as you climb into the passenger seat of the clunky old Model T. You splayed the file folder in your lap and scanned over the notes once again. It contained police reports, eyewitness testimonies, and a few extra photos of the workers. You picked up a photo shoved between a bundle of papers clipped together. It showed a dark haired man with plush lips and calm eyes. The picture was a full body and showed off his neck and arms that were covered in intricate tattoos. Sat atop his shoulder was a mighty bird with a piercing gaze and at his feet was the same black lion from the flyer. Again you felt that same pull you felt earlier when staring at the drawing of the lion. You flipped the photo over and written on the back was just a simple letter.

V…

What was this pull? You didn’t know, but you were determined to suppress it.

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etlunainmorte · 5 years

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❤ I See My Future Before Me ❤

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With the Yamato on his hand, he cautiously entered the dark and silent premises, hoping for Fleminger to show up,…

“Fleminger?” He called as he went closer, and the moment he did, he was unnerved to see the man looking really pale, like he just lost a lot of blood.

“My Lord!” He exclaimed triumphantly, his hands clasped as if in a prayer. “How wonderful to see you finally succeed!”

“My Lord,” Fleminger began. “… I’m afraid to say that,… you have not gained everything.”

“And what do you mean by those words?”

“Inside the girl lies,… another. You may have her unmatched strength and her ability to look into the future but, you have yet to gain the most powerful ally.”

At the mere prospect of gaining more power, Vergil’s eyes clearly widened with interest. “And that is?”

Vergil glanced at the man with scrutinizing eyes, searching for something in Fleminger that could betray him of any kind of deceit. And when he found none, he nodded, then turned away from him.

“Then, I shall obtain it. And put an end to that Demon.”

“Even with obstacles before you?” Fleminger innocently asked just when another visitor arrived at the mansion. Vergil found out that it was none other than his son, Nero, himself.

“He is never an obstacle.” The father stated, regarding his own son with complete apathy. “Just a child who lost his way.”

The young Devil Hunter summoned Dante’s sword and charged forward with every intention of beating his father.

But, Vergil had other plans.

While the golem started mindlessly destroying the place, the demonic feline only looked at Vergil in confusion, asking ‘why?’ without actual words. And this made Nero stop.

“I don’t have time for this.” Vergil told his son. “Play with these nightmares. Kill them, if you must.

“I’m done with them.”

“What are you - ?!”

That’s when he saw something else,…

… the girl, or what looked like her spirit,…

… who was sitting on the ground just beside her and Dante’s body.

Her head bowed down low, her tears spilling on her lap, her hands on the girl’s limp and bloody hands, she wept for her, her mournful sobs filling the silent place.

And then, Vergil realized,…

“You,…”

The girl looked up, her eyes wide with fear. He knew she wasn’t (Y/N), and yet,…

… the resemblance,…

… was uncanny.

“Vergil,” she uttered, her voice sounding awfully familiar. Like he heard it somewhere before. “… she’s dying. Please, help her. Please!”

And he thought she was already done for! One look at her told him that she’s hopeless with those fatal wounds. No other mortal could survive those.

But, of course, the being was still healing her despite her incorrigible state.

“Why are you still helping her?” He questioned, not caring about (Y/N)’s condition. “She’s dying. There’s nothing you could do to help her.”

Her voice,…

The way she uttered his name plucked something in his heart. He knew he had seen her before, heard her voice even. He just couldn’t remember when or how exactly.

“Listen, what you are doing right now is,… futile.” Vergil urged on. “There is no power in this cruel world that could save that weak mortal. Accept her fate and face your one true Master.”

The being closed her eyes, her tears endlessly streaming down, and shook her head in denial.

Absolute knowledge? “I understand.”

Vergil sighed. “Yes.”

The being inhaled, looking like it was actually contemplating its decisions like a normal human being.

Her emotions, her gestures,…

… those eyes,…

In fact, she really was like a normal human girl,…

“Do you, Vergil Sparda, accept all of these conditions?”

“I do.” He gave his unwavering answer.

“Then,” she answered, finally taking Vergil’s hand. “… reunite, we shall, Master Vergil. I pray you do not regret,… your decision.”

“V,…”

… her memories.

(Y/N)’s memories.

All of it.

And they came crashing down in huge flashes before him,…

“I love you, Mama! I love you, Papa!”

“STOP HURTING PAPA!”

“NO! DON’T TAKE THEM AWAY! DON’T LEAVE US!”

“I’m here, (S/N). I will never leave you,…”

“What did you do to my sister?!”

“I’m sorry,…”

“Who are you?!”

“ALL OF YOU, DIE!”

“Where am I?!”

“I was not perfect. And I failed to protect her because of it.”

“There is,… someone,… in my visions. A man - with white hair. He plays the violin,…”

“I must fulfill the wish!”

“Nico, make this for me!”

“I was looking for someone,…”

“I said,… STAY!”

“Nico, it’s him! The man in my visions! The one with the markings on his skin!”

“I will protect you, V.”

“Do you know Titanic, V?”

“I think you should go see the world for yourself,…”

“I want to know what’s bothering you,…”

“V!”

“V?”

“V, please,…”

“I love you, V,…”

Vergil closed his eyes and covered his ears to shut the flood of memories away. He screamed, begging for the visions to stop plaguing him.

And then, he heard it. Another voice but, it sounded different. It did not feel chaotic. It was calm.

“I’ve waited a hundred years. I’d wait,… a million more for you,…”

A male voice sang gently just when a little orb of light appeared from a distance. Vergil took a step forward, longing to reach its warmth and protection,…

“Nothing prepared me for,… what the privilege of being yours would do,…”

Vergil was transported to a big empty studio where a man was sitting in front of a piano, singing those soothing words.

And then, he saw her right on the corner. It was (Y/N). And she looked just the same, long (H/C) hair tied in a ponytail, graceful movements, perfect posture,…

She looked very much alive and vibrant.

“That beautiful song,… what is it about?” She asked the man on the piano, her curiosity endearing, her voice achingly lovely.

“Could you,…” she began, positioning herself in the middle of the empty room. “… start from the beginning?”

The man smiled as his hands gently glided on the keys once more.

And just as he began playing, Vergil heard a thunderclap. He turned to look at the windows and realized it was raining outside. He, then, glanced back at the middle of the room, and saw,…

… his former fragile self sitting on the floor with his first demonic familiar, Griffon, just behind him, watching (Y/N) as she began dancing to the man’s song.

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He could still remember this exact moment on that abandoned studio that one rainy day. All he could hear by then was the sound of the rain, the thunder, and her light steps.

With the sweet music, the sound of the rain and the thunder vanished. He listened as the man began playing and watched as the girl began dancing.

“I’ve waited a hundred years.

I’d wait a million more,… for you.

Nothing prepared me for,

What the privilege of being yours,… would do.

If I had only felt,… the warmth within your touch.

If I had only seen,… how you smile,… when you blush.

Or how you curl your lip,… when you concentrate enough,

Oh, I would’ve known,… what I’ve been living for,… all along.

What I’ve been living,… for.”

The music gradually went louder as the girl began twirling, her raw movements in time with the music.

“Your love is my turning page,

Where only the sweetest words,… remain.

Every kiss is a cursive line,

Every touch is a redefining phrase.

I surrender who I’ve been,… for who you are.

For nothing makes me stronger than,

… your fragile heart.

If I had only felt how it feels,… to be yours,

Oh, I would’ve known,… what I’ve been living for,…

… all along,…”

He felt his tears fall down just as the former him began weeping with her movements alone.

He never actually felt,… how it feels to be hers,…

And now, he not only left her, he hurt her, as well,…

… for such a stupid thing as absolute power.

He chose power,… over her.

Over the woman,…

… he now knew he truly loved.

And not because she had the ability to lure Demons like what Fleminger told him, no.

It was because of who and everything she was.

“What I’ve been living for.”

“Ah! I’m so sorry! I would never do this again! I - ”

Vergil snapped from his reverie as he saw his former self hugging her tightly, not wanting to let her go.

“Hey, it’s okay.” She reassured him. “I’ll never leave you. I promise,… ”

All of a sudden, the sweet memory abruptly changed to that of the times when he neglected her, rejected her, and that moment when he,…

“I love you, V.”

“I choose,… POWER!”

But, still, the song remained,…

“Though we’re tethered,

To the story we would tell.

When I saw you,

Oh, I knew we’d tell it well,…

With a whisper,… we will tame the vicious seas.

Like a feather,

Bringing kingdoms to,… their knees,…”

“What matters is that you still have precious people around you, my Lady. You must focus on not losing them, as well.”

“THE PAST WILL WEEP, THE PRESENT WILL KNEEL, AND THE FUTURE WILL DIE!”

Vergil opened his eyes, feeling his tears on his face as he stared at her lifeless body on the ground. And when the thoughts of those painful visions went back to him,…

… he fell on his knees,…

… right before the woman he loved above all else.

And on that heart - wrenching moment, he suddenly felt his own sword drive through him, its tip sticking out of his stomach, dripping with his own blood.

And with that swift, decisive moment, the Sisters of Fate left his body and went directly to whoever stabbed him.

Just like that, they were stolen away from him.

He changed back to his former fragile self, crumbling, wheezing,…

… dying,…

Vergil,… was no more.

He felt the Yamato being pulled away from him as he coughed blood. He fell on the ground just beside (Y/N) and glanced up to find Fleminger with the Yamato.

“There was,… one vital part you didn’t know about the story of the Dreadnought, my Lord.” The Master, the true enemy and traitor, began, theatrically swinging the Yamato like a cane.

“F - flemin - g - ger,…” V wheezed, his blood staining the ground beneath him, his rage for the man, who was the cause of all this madness, overtaking his whole being.

“There has never been a Dreadnought, or a Shinano Musashi, to begin with. They were only made up. But,… there was a girl named (S/N) (L/N). She was the most perfect girl in all of existence, and my ancestors chose her to be the vessel of Pandemonium, a Demon whose powers rival that of Mundus’. Even greater.

Flemiger walked around V, who was squirming in pain and cowering with fear.

“It seems she succeeded on that mission of hers. You obtained power through her, and I took it from you. I fulfilled my revenge on (Y/N) for murdering my ancestors, thanks to you, my Lord. And for that, I will forever be grateful.” The fiend expressed his sincere gratitude towards V. “Oh, and letting Pandemonium, who will only answer to me, destroy everything she wanted was only a collateral.”

It belonged to him,…

Nero,… V thought, his hopes shattering. My,… son,…

“Oh, and have I told you that Galatea, who was the Bearer of The Past, kept (Y/N)’s body safe and in stasis for a hundred years just for you? After all, she was the one who searched through different timelines for the perfect vessel. I did say that the tragedy of Fortuna happened a hundred years ago, am I right, my Lord?” He raised the Yamato at him like a salute of some sort then bowed. “Farewell, son of Sparda.”

And with those final words, Fleminger left him.

V felt the whole world around him fall apart as the Dreadnought - (S/N) - started firing her destructive lasers once more.

And who could blame her? After seeing her beloved sister suffer at the hands of the man she loved, could she still think of anyone worthy of redemption?

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His hand went to the fatal wound on his stomach. The pain was actually going away as he slowly felt numbness taking over his whole body. Well, he was truly dying now.

And he will die just like that - alone, weak,…

… pathetic,…

And he knew he deserved it.

He crawled towards (Y/N) and reached for her cold hands. He, then, made an effort to pull her towards him for one last embrace.

It was then that he remembered their conversation inside the abandoned studio just after her dance.

“Can you quote something from Shakespeare?” He fondly remembered her asking him with a shy and awkward smile. “After all, Griffon always calls you Shakespeare,…”

“Oh, here will I set up,… my everlasting rest and shake the yoke of,… inauspicious stars from this,… world - wearied,… flesh!”

V quoted, then coughed blood once more. He wrapped (Y/N) in his embrace, not wanting to let her go in this final moment.

“… eyes look,… your last. Arms, take your last embrace. And lips,… oh you the doors of,… breath,… seal with a righteous kiss,… a dateless,… bargain,… to engrossing death,…”

He gently kissed her forehead and took a deep breath, feeling the whole world around him vanish with complete darkness as his eyesight became blurry.

“… if only,… I could go back,… and change,… everything,…”

He whispered, regrets drowning him as his eyelids closed,…

“Master, open your eyes!”

“G - gala - t - tea?”

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❤❤❤

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#devil may cry 5 #vitale sparda #vergil sparda #i see my future before me #v x reader #v x you #chapter 25.B #hope has fallen #revised

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Headcanons Masterpost

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How do you think dante/vergil/nero would feel if their female s/o was a normal human and made significantly more money than them?

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Nero if Dante had raised him,

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The Theme of Love, William Blake, DMC 5 and the fate of the Sons of Sparda

I’ve always loved symbolism and literary references in my favourite stories so I’m ecstatic to see the incredible William Blake join Dante Alighieri as a major influence on the Devil May Cry series.

Is before the game’s release too early to do some meta? Of course not!

So let’s dig deeper and see what possible plot points or themes we can glean from Blake’s work and other symbolism for what the dev team have said will be the conclusion for the ‘Sons of Sparda’

Spoilers abound - read at your own risk!

William Blake was a 18th Century English poet, artist and mystic who created his own complex religious mythology for his works. Sadly not widely known or respected at the time, he nevertheless had an increasingly powerful influence on the arts.

The main themes Blake grappled with were the hypocrisy of the Christian Church against what he saw as the natural forces of the imagination and sexuality. He was also very concerned with the effects of the Industrial Revolution on society, especially on the poor.

So he’s a good guy, but how does this relate to the Sons of Sparda?

Vergil and Urizen

The big bad of Blake’s mythology as most of you know by now is a god-like figure called Urizen. Blake hints that Urizen is the Christian/Abrahamic God but he is most similar to the gnostic Demiurge figure and represents according to Wikipedia ‘ Urizen is the embodiment of conventional reason and law.’

Now who do we know who puts cold logic above emotions?

‘He is said to represent the Heavenly host, but he experiences a Satanic fall in that he desired to rule. He is motivated by his pride and becomes a hypocrite. When Albion asks for him, Urizen refuses and hides, which causes him to experience his fall. After his fall, Urizen set about creating the material world and his jealousy of mankind brought forth both Wrath and Justice.[4] Wikipedia

Urizen being cast out from Eternity. Book of Urizen

Guys, it even says ‘motivated by pride’, what more do you want? More than this, Vergil does literally fall, unable to accept his loss to Dante and the path of emotion and honour Dante represents - the true inheritor of their parents’ will.

Despite Vergil’s coldness, he is filled underneath with anger -

‘What defines Vergil as a character to me is that while he seems like the perfect samurai in his very calm and calculated demeanor, you can always sense the simmering intensity and even rage.’ Dan Southworth

Yet he also exhibits a strange sense of justice such as refusing to stab Dante in the back as Nelo Angelo and pride in being a Son of Sparda TM.

In DMC 5 Urizen is described as a newly ascendent, powerful demon who seeks to use the Demon Tree to become king over the Demon World and (presumably via his actions in Red Grave City) merge it with the Human World. It’s been pretty much confirmed that Vergil is big bad Urizen in some form - from Dan Southworth’s re-pitched voice, Urizen’s looks - the blue colouring and spiky hair - and V’s assertion that Urizen is the Cloaked Man who stole Yamato - Vergil’s sword and who also has Dan’s voice and Corrupted Vergil’s looks. Also his scheme the same power grab Vergil tried in DMC 3 and the manga.

This being said, what does it tell us about Vergil’s motivation (sorry) in DMC 5? For this we need to look at the rest of the clues...

The Poison Tree

DMC 5 starts with the roots of the Demon Tree ‘Qliphoth’ invading Red Grave City and bringing with it a hoard of demons. It also seems to use the population’s blood as an energy source creating a demonic ‘fruit’ at its source that will grant the power to rule the Demon World according to demon Goliath.

This relates to Blake's poem "A Poison Tree" where, through suppression of anger, the protagonist’s rage grows like a tree and bears a fruit that kills his foe.

‘The allegory within the poem emphasizes that when a person hides or denies their emotions, they will become poisoned with bitterness and more vengefulness.’

https://www.enotes.com/homework-help/what-theme-poem-poison-tree-thank-you-144241

Again who do we know hides or denies their emotions? Given how closely the dev team are using Blake’s work this implies that Vergil as Urizen in some form has become consumed with bitterness and vengence, something we already saw from him in DMC 3. Added to this is his loss of pride at being the slave and puppet of his mother’s killer (Mundus) and being defeated by Dante a second time in DMC 1. We see this callousness in the way he treats Nero - his only child who he’s never met and Dante again in front of the tree.

(Interestingly this quote could also refer to Dante as a plot twist. I’d argue that although Dante is a lot freer with his emotions he perhaps hasn’t dealt fully with the rage and pain that life has dealt him - what do you think?)

Another interesting note is the word ‘Qliphoth’ which comes from Jewish mystic branch Kabbalah and means -

‘literally "Peels", "Shells" or "Husks" (from singular: קְלִפָּה‬ qlippah "Husk"),[2] are the representation of evil or impure spiritual forces in Jewish mysticism, the polar opposites of the holy Sefirot.[3]’

The Sefirot are emmanations of the Divine that manifest into this world and the pattern they are depicted in is also like a tree so the evil version makes the ‘Qliphoth’ a metaphysical demonic tree.

If we look at Urizen he looks like tree-like husk encasing another figure, connecting them to this tree. Trailers and promo material have also shown people encased in husks feeding the tree and the theme is repeated with Cavaliere Angelo being powered by Trish.

Does this hint that Vergil’s true nature is being obscured by Urizen or that, like in DMC 3 his pride and lust for power still obscure his caring side like the husks in Kabbalah?

In a Korean interview the dev team said DMC 5 will return to DMC 1′s theme of love (something I’m absolutely crazy about.) Sparda’s choice to protect humanity and love a human woman, Eva’s sacrifice for her sons and Dante and Vergil literally embodying the two human ways of dealing with the pain of that trauma have always been the most captivating aspect for me. Hopefully this means we will finally get the conclusion we lacked from DMC 1 and DMC 3 to that essential dilemma - is the best way of life via compassion and altruism or domination and control via dispassionate reason?

Or maybe a combo of both?

Love, Lust and Nero’s Mother

The DMC team have been remarkably coy about Nero’s mother which has always irritated me. It fridges another mother/lover character as well as denying us juicy( and I’d argue) essential story details aka why Captain ‘I Hate Humanity and Repress My Emotions’ would ever deign to sleep with a human.

But since the Korean interview hints at the theme of love perhaps we will get an insight at last, especially if we get the long awaited confrontation between father and son.

Blake’s writing gives us an interesting hint to this. In his mythos Urizen’s female counterpart is Ahania who stands for pleasure and the desire for intelligence. They have many children including a rebellious son called Fuzon who fights against his father’s repressive ways (Nero anyone?). But the crucial part is Urizen separating himself from Ahania because he believes pleasure is sinful or limiting - just as Vergil separated himself from human desires and emotions because he thought of them as weak. But also like Vergil, Urizen becomes weaker as a result, losing his intuition, for the path to Divine Wisdom accord to Blake was passion and reason - something Dante grew into, becoming more balanced and mature as the series has progressed.

It wouldn’t surprise me if we get some callous remark from Vergil about Nero’s mother at first - was he with her out of lust which disgusted him afterwards (wasn’t Nero’s mother hinted at being a prostitute?), or was it an experiment as someone else has suggested to see if he could recreate Sparda’s power via his connection with Eva or ven some creepy deal with the Order of the Sword to continue Sparda’s bloodline despite his intention to raise Temen-ni-gru and show them ‘this devil’s power’?

Whatever he says it will cause more of a rift, but I believe at the end Vergil will be forced to confront her importance even just as the mother of his child, along with other significant figures like Nero, Dante and Eva.

Nero and Urizen’s son Fuzon

"1: Fuzon, on a chariot iron-wing'd On spiked flames rose; his hot visage Flam'd furious! sparkles his hair & beard Shot down his wide bosom and shoulders. On clouds of smoke rages his chariot And his right hand burns red in its cloud Moulding into a vast globe, his wrath As the thunder-stone is moulded. Son of Urizens silent burnings

Blake

‘As the element of fire, the element symbolizing the energy Urizen wishes to subdue, Fuzon rebels against Urizen...battling him for control of the world’ Fuzon Wikipedia

This sounds much like Nero’s reckless and impassioned battle with DMC’s Urizen for control of the Human World.

Unfortunately for Fuzon he is eventually defeated by his father and crucified on the Tree of Mystery - yet another powerful tree symbol.

This is not looking good for Nero...but since Blake’s works develop, the element of passionate rebellion and the quest for the reunion of reason and imaginative emotion continue and I can’t see Nero dying at the end of DMC 5 so perhaps there will be a resurrection of sorts?

Dante and Luvah/Orc

But where does Dante figure in all of this? Can Blake’s mythology give us some potential answers? He does in the double figure of Luvah/Orc (no, not that sort of orc...)

Orc. William Blake

As Luvah - ‘he represents love, passion, and rebellious energy..’ he is also known ‘as the Prince of Love, and his name may be connected to the word "lover". Love is the supreme emotion, and it is connected to all others, including hate...his fallen form is Orc. Throughout Blake's mythological system, he is opposed to Urizen, the representation of reason.’

Orc is also ‘the embodiment of rebellion, and stands opposed to Urizen, the embodiment of tradition...’ He is a ‘"Lover of Wild Rebellion, and transgressor of God's Law"... Orcus is also the Latin word for Hell, and Orc is presented as a rebellious, Luciferian character.’

We can see Dante’s human and demonic aspects in these quotes.

Urizen and Luvah/Orc engage in a complex battle across the cycle of ages as a metaphor for the conflict between reason and the emotions - just like Dante and Vergil. He also gets crucified to a tree (not looking good for Dante either then...) but resurrects in various forms including (Blake being a Christian) Jesus. In this resurrected form Urizen is afraid of the new Luvah - perhaps in DMC terms this is when we see Dante’s Majin form? Either way I think both Nero and Dante are going to be called on to make some sort of sacrifice fighting Vergil as Urizen, hopefully to bring him back to the light and free him from the evil husk of hatred.

Healing the Division

‘Later in Vala, Orc describes the divided aspects of the soul, which, in Blake's mythological system, God has a twofold essence that is capable of good and evil. This idea parallels Blake's personal belief that there was a division within himself..’.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orc_(Blake)

The symbolism of divided aspects of God and the soul within Blake’s system hark back again to the division between Dante and Vergil and Vergil and Nero. In the manga Vergil reflects on Dante and him being one being split in two. The aspects of their all-powerful father were also split between them as Sparda was also known as being calm like Vergil and rebellious like Dante as reflected in his two swords given to each respective son. And of course there’s that ‘pesky’ human nature from Eva.

Nero too has grown into his own, arguably as some have said being more like Sparda than either of his sons, willing to sacrifice his power because of his love for a human and protect other humans for her sake. Hopefully as hinted in both the Korean interview, the works of Blake and the core of Devil May Cry, it will be the theme of Love that will finally bring the family of Sparda together and heal at long last that division.

V and the Poetry of Blake

Despite being the mouthpiece for a lot of Blake’s poetry I’m not going to talk much about V except to refer you to this great post from la-vita which lists alot of his quotes.

https://la-vita.tumblr.com/post/182731950816/two-of-the-poems-v-reads-during-battle

It says that V’s book may refer to the ‘V’ of DMC V, Blake’s Plate 5 he is reading, however...

‘Urizen is described as having multiple books: Gold, Silver, Iron, and Brass. They represent science, love, war, and sociology, which are four aspects of life.’

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Urizen

Hmm...

Thanks for reading if you got this far!

#dmc 5 #devil may cry 5 #dmc #devil may cry #Vergil #dante #nero #v #meta #my meta #william blake #long post is long

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Show, don’t tell

Summary: For all his wit and sharp tongue, when it comes to saying the most important things to the woman he loves, Sparda finds himself constantly at a loss. So instead of the words that flee him so easily, he decides to show Eva in a way that comes easier to him.

Rating: E as in Explicit

Pairing: Eva x Sparda

Warnings: Smut, Female presenting Nipples (HAH told you I would use that), slightly OOC perhaps because Dorks in Love (and I don’t know how lovey dovey at least Sparda got so OOC it is), Bad Jokes during Sexy Times

Word Count: 8704

Whew, guys, I did it, I wrote my first Smut! I’m... not sure how smutty it really is, but, uh, I tried.

Critique - if anybody makes it through the word-vomit - would be really nice so that I know what to do better next time. Other than that, really hope you guys enjoy! =D

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This was not what he had had in mind for their shared free day, but he was certainly not going to complain about it.

Sparda’s elbow hit the doorframe with a muffled thump as they passed it, but he barely registered it. It wasn’t important enough to break either his concentration or his stride. Too fully focused was he on the woman in his arms and kissing her breathless.

A tiny sound was muffled against his mouth and Eva pulled back, even as he chased her lips, mild concern furrowing her brow. “Are you…?”

“I’m fine,” Sparda mumbled in reassurance. With her lips denied to him, he instead turned his attention to her neck, trailing open mouthed kisses along the length of it before zeroing in on that spot right beneath her ear that always made her go pliant against him in the most delicious way-

Yes, just like that, he thought with no little satisfaction as she shuddered with a murmur and sagged against him, legs which had been squeezing his waist almost slipping off. He easily took her full weight without missing a beat, shifting her so he could continue in his ministrations while glancing up and judging the distance to the bed. Considering it to be close enough, he let her feel the curve of his smile against her neck, before simply hosting her up and throwing her the last inches onto the mattress.

There was a short, perplexed shout that cut-off as Eva landed on the bed right behind her, spread-eagled and disoriented.

She took a full five seconds to blink up at her partner, gaping, just long enough that he wondered briefly if she would truly be cross with him. Then her expression crumbled, lips quivering. Laughter burst out of her as she collapsed fully onto the mattress, head thrown back and shaking with mirth. “You ass!”

“Language, Eva,” Sparda admonished even as he joined her laughter with his own quiet chuckles. Her distraction gave him enough time to really wrap his mind around the fact that she is here – with him, in his bed, and obviously fully at peace here.

This was not what he had had in mind for today, but truly, how could he resist her when she was – her?

All his carefully set up plans, all his self-control and his determination to hold back had burst into flames and turned to ashes, and all it had taken had been one look at her. Finding her in the kitchen when he had gotten up grumbling, intent on discovering why she had left him alone in the bed she had shared with him this night, and found her in the kitchen, making breakfast.

Making him breakfast. Breakfast. Of all the things that would prove to be his undoing, he hadn’t it expected to be that.

That, in particular, being Eva standing in his kitchen, wearing his shirt and not much else, making breakfast to surprise him with while she hummed a song under her breath. Smiling to herself as if there was nothing she would be rather doing than this.

There were few things that had ever managed to render him speechless in his life, yet this sight had done it. Unable to utter a single word to make his presence known, he had simply stood there and watched, trying to make sense of how, how he deserved this woman in his life.

All that he was, all that he had done… was he supposed to believe there was any way he was worthy of someone like her?

When she had turned, surprise quickly transforming to a brilliant smile as she opened her mouth to greet him with nothing but clear love in her eyes, really, he had been unable to help himself.

He had been across the kitchen, backing up her against the counter and then simply sweeping her of her feet to pull her into a deep kiss before she had gotten any further than drawing breath. His name on her lips had been swallowed up, just as the sigh following. By the time she had managed to link her legs around his waist and bury her hands in his hair, he was already back on his way to their bedroom to show her just how much she meant to him in the only certain way he knew.

Since all the words she deserved to hear usually failed him.

“Sparda?”

Resurfacing from his thoughts, Sparda hummed slowly to indicate that she had his full attention again.

Stretching her arms above her head and shifting into a more comfortable position, Eva smiled up at him. “There you are. I thought I had lost you for a moment.”

“I was appreciating the sight,” he replied smoothly, letting his gaze travel up and down the length of her to emphasis his words. And really, what a sight it was – golden tousled hair fanned out on the pillows, and the sheer, breathtaking amount of silken skin on show, the shirt and panties she still wore more a tease than real cover.

Yet it wasn’t cause for his distraction, and she knew him too well to fall for it. He could read it in the slant of her eyebrows lowering, the way her smile wouldn’t reach her eyes anymore. For a moment it seemed like she wanted to ask, to probe, but then she seemed to think better of it – knew him to the point where she was aware that asking would lead to nothing.

Instead, she reached for him wordlessly, and he went with only a little hitch in the movement, joining her on the bed so that he was kneeling between her legs, propping himself up with one hand next to her head.

With a quiet tinkle, the amulet’s chain that had been resting on his chest like always unfurled. It actually gave Sparda pause in his movements, gaze snapping instinctively down to make sure the pendant was still where it was supposed to be.

Eva followed his gaze, expression softening in understanding, only to shift to mischievous a second later. A crooked smile on her lips, she reached for the amulet, waited until he dipped his head in silent acknowledgment – but instead of pulling it up and over his head to be put away (something he would not have allowed anyone but her), she hooked one finger into the chain and tugged, not too strongly, to reel him in.

Sparda went readily after his initial confusion, chuckling quietly, simply letting himself drop forward so that he landed on his forearms, the length of him covering hers. Eva laughed with him, humming in obvious satisfaction once they were comfortably resting against each other. Only then did she use both hands to pull the pendant over his head. He took it from her gently, reaching over to shove it under the next best pillow within his reach before returning to lean over her.

As soon as he was close enough, Eva pushed up onto her elbows to meet him halfway. The kiss she granted him was sweet but short, and when he leaned in for more, she pulled back, smiling when he huffed in silent complaint. “Good morning. I didn’t get to say that yet.”

He felt his brow arch because she even remembered that now. Still he could not help but smile back, reaching to push a lock of hair behind her ear. “Good morning yourself.”

“I was actually going to surprise you with breakfast in bed,” Eva informed him while she nuzzled into his palm, eyes closing in so obvious bliss that his throat constricted with unspoken emotions. “But instead you kind of surprised me.”

Recognizing the tease in her voice, he rolled his eyes at her good-naturedly, drawling, “I was simply looking for my lost, what shall we call it – ah, bed-company.”

“Lost bed-company…you’re a dork”, like he had hoped, Eva chortled at that- and, oh, that was an absolutely enticing sight, her presenting the length of her throat to him up close when her head fell back in laughter. Sparda found himself riveted by it, nearly missing her continued banter. “Anyway, don’t say that like I sneaked off like a thief in the night!”

“But you did,” curiously, Sparda let his hand travel from her cheek down the side of her neck down to her collarbone, keeping half of his attention on the conversation while gauging her reaction to the touch. To his utter delight, she sighed and tilted her head, presenting more of herself to him without any shame or fear. Such obvious trust, as if he could not just snap her neck with a twist of his wrist right then and there.

Flicking his gaze up to meet her eyes again, he cocked his head with a teasing little smirk, feeling her pulse spike under his thumb (and wasn’t that an interesting reaction). “I even had to come look for you, since you weren’t there when I woke up.”

“Poor man, waking up in this big, empty bed all alone,” there was laughter twinkling in her eyes, threatening to show on her face. Still she fought it, lips quivering before she bit down on them to hold them still– and that was not fair at all, if anybody asked him, because now he wanted to be the one biting there.

“Mhm, it is quite the tragedy.”

“So your first thought was to carry me back to the bedroom like a caveman,” Eva summarized, voice too amused to sound anywhere near seriously offended by said occurrence. “You know, even if you wanted to take me to bed so badly, you could have at least-… ”

Surging forward and kissing her then was to silence her as much as it was to taste her mischievous smile. He moved too fast and uncoordinated, knocking them both off balance so they tumbled back onto the mattress. Not as graceless as he was used to, but-

Still worth it, because now he could feel her laugh against his lips. Still worth it, because now he could pull her bottom lip between his teeth and bite, oh-so-gently, down on it, simply to feel her tremble against him with a pleased hum.

Limbs were shifted until they could get more comfortable without letting go of each other. Hands started to roam. Seconds trickled into minutes and then time blurred altogether, because it simply wasn’t important anymore.

At some point, Sparda noted that he could have easily divested both himself and Eva of their little clothing with two, maximal three quick tugs and little exertion. Part of him even insisted that that should have been his first goal – because wasn’t this where this situation was headed? A quick sating of needs, fast and rough and heated?

But instead of doing it, instead of ripping the cloth with the help of strength which his human form belied, he kept his languid pace. Ignoring the urge of hastening in favor of letting his right hand caress up and under the stark white shirt Eva’s to teasingly follow the curve of her spine, feeling her arch and breathe out a tiny moan.

And it was enough, somehow, the tiny movement and sound only furthering the warmth in his chest which only slowly transformed into the heat in his veins that settled lower, the one he was more familiar with than this lightness of his heart.

He was absolutely confused at his own actions and feelings.

Sparda was no stranger to pleasure. With a long life such as his came experience, and he had not seen the sense in denying himself of… distraction here and then. All of this was nothing new to him. Should not have been.

Except it was, because it was Eva, and he seemed to be woefully unprepared for everything when it came to her.

There was nothing fast and demanding about this, for one. This was not an itch to be scratched and be done with it. This was slow and languid, gentle and sweet. It was smiling into kisses so widely they had to break apart with quiet chuckles before trying again. It was exploring each other with unhurried touches as if they had all the time in the world, instead of quick groping and fumbling.

Laughter, he found himself pondering absentmindedly, had not been something he had ever expected out of sex. Yet here he was, unsuccessfully trying to smother his grin when his fingertips discovered that one spot over her hip that made Eva squirm away from him with an offended squeal before he pulled her back in with a murmured apology, making up for it with more slow kisses. Here he was, stifling a snort when Eva murmured a half-hearted complaint into the space between them when he didn’t react ticklish to anything she tried in return before she instead turned to nibbling at his bottom lip and seemed to forget about her revenge altogether.

It hit him with the brute force of a building collapsing over one’s head, then, that he would have been perfectly fine with doing this, right this, for eternity. Simply holding her, kissing her, being close to her. Even when part of him strained for release and at least his body had a clear vision of where this should be headed - he never would have asked her for more, perfectly fine with this and whatever she was willing to give.

The thought was startling enough that he broke away from her lips to blink down at her, trying to both catch his breath and regain his composure.

Not that the sight of Eva beneath him, flushed pleasantly, lips just this side of swollen from kisses, was doing his composure any good, mind you.

“Mmmmh,” it was impossible to tell if the sound she emitted was one of confusion or complaint, but once she opened her eyes and saw him hovering above her, she definitely shifted to confusion. “What? Is something wrong?”

The clear worry in her gaze when she reached for him, cupping his cheek while searching his expression for any hint, was only one more that chipped away at his walls, slowly cracking them down until his very being was bare before her. How she did it, he would probably never know, but her worry alone was the straw that caused the many emotions he was experiencing to overflow.

“I…,” again, he blinked, finding it difficult to put this gigantic feeling into such tiny words. “I love you, Eva.”

Such tiny, insufficient words, absolutely insufficient to capture what he felt, they could never be enough-

And yet, they made her expression melt into the most beautiful smile he had ever seen, brighter than the sun, touching down to his very core. Her second hand joined the first, framing his face so gently as if he was something precious, to be handled with care (he wasn’t, he wanted to tell her so, but his voice was stuck in his throat, somewhere next to his too-quickly beating heart).

“I love you too.”

If her smile and her gaze hadn’t shattered him in the best of ways, then these quiet words certainly did it. There was nothing else he could besides follow her gentle tug and lean down again, capturing her lips in a kiss anew.

And still his mind wouldn’t stop working. This was nowhere near enough to make her understand how much she meant to him. These insufficient words he stumbled over so often a step in the right direction, yet not reaching the goal.

This would never do.

Perhaps it was the greed starting to course through him, maybe old habits taking over, but the solution came to him when Eva slipped from their kiss to instead press her lips to his throat, the heat curling low in his belly a revelation.

“Let me show you.”

She hummed against him at the sound of his voice, body undulating to press closer to his in one tantalizing move, and he had to take a deep, shuddering breath as his eyelids threatened to flutter closed, control hanging by a thread. Gripping her hip firm but gentle, he pulled back with great reluctance from where she was lightly scrapping her teeth over his neck and tried again, hoarse. “Eva. Let me show you.”

Her slightly disappointed expression flickered as she blinked rapidly, curiosity taking over as she let him push himself up to hover over her. “Show me…?”

But he shook her head at her, since there was no way words would work in his favor this time more so then they had before. He would let actions speak for him, and he could only hope that she would let him.

That she would understand.

He started out slow, intent on taking his time with her. On memorizing her, now that he was allowed to. Oh, he had fantasized about this before, he would admit that much – before he had known she loved him. Had been disgusted at himself for being unable to stop himself from imagining the softness of her skin or the taste of her.

Here, in this, there was no disgust, only chances to do it right. Dreaming no longer necessary when it was reality.

A light kiss to the inside wrist he had lifted to his lips, right where the pulse was fluttering. Tickling caresses of his fingertips, down the same arm to her collarbone, followed by more kisses, some open-mouthed, some so fleeting that she instinctively twisted to get more. Kisses, some quick and some slow, up her throat. Eva arched her head back to give him room, a gestured he rewarded with a hint of teeth against her pulse point, which had her gasping out a moan, hips jerking against his belly. He continued with his tongue tracing the shell of her ear so, so slowly, before he tugged playfully, without warning, at the lobe with his teeth, nibbling at it until he felt her twist and squirm under him, breath coming in fast little pants and sighs.

By the time he had made his way back down her throat, torturously slow for the both of them, lips and tongue and teeth sensitizing the skin on the way, Eva was groaning nearly without pause, flushed down beneath the collar of the shirt that clung to her sweaty skin now. Reaching her collarbone, he followed the length of it with tongue and teeth, purring appreciatively. In response, her hands restlessly scrabbled for grip on the sheets, syllables of his name getting garbled and breaking off with a moan.

Not that he fared much better. Her hips bucked against him, finding nothing to get any pressure from, not in the way she needed it, but the press of her body, willing and soft and warm, against his was already enough to make a breath arrest in Sparda’s chest, stuttering out in a long groan.

With a sound that was half-moan, half-laugh, Sparda pulled himself reluctantly away from his task. “Eva,” he had to ask first, even if it was slowly driving him mad, world tinting red as his grip slipped, “Eva, let me?”

The questioning noise she made turned into a hum when he tugged gently at the top button of the shirt. Her eyes fluttered open as she tried to talk, but then squeezed shut again as he nibbled at the crook of her neck, unable to stay away fully. The keen ripping through the middle of her sentence could easily have become his new favorite sound. „Just… Sparda. Take it off!”

The words reverberated through him, hot and delicious – brave, kind, fierce Eva, only one who could hope to command him – and he moved fast now, seeing no need to torture them any longer than necessary. Slow was one thing, too slow another.

The buttons gave easily, his fingers deft even though they were trembling, and he uncovered his prize inch for inch, nosing fabric aside so could drop kisses on every bit of skin that presented itself to him.

Twisting her shoulders and arching her back, Eva shrugged the shirt off and pushed it out from under herself haphazardly. Once she had settled back down onto her back, she dragged a hand through her sweaty, mussed hair, smiling shakily as she caught his gaze.

Sparda smiled back, knowing full way that the expression gave away more of the hunger he felt than he liked There was no way he could have stopped that, though – not with her beneath him, panting for breath, pupils dilated, hips moving in restless little circles.

He had done that. While he wasn’t one for masculine pride most of the time, he definitely felt smug as well as grateful for being allowed this sight.

Noting that Eva had caught her breath again, Sparda reached over with a small smile, tucking a lock of hair back where it had fallen into her face. She hummed, stretching to press a kiss to his palm.

“Is that what you wanted to show me?” Eva’s voice was still breathy, the slightest bit hoarse.

It was enough to send a pulse of heat through him, lazy and sweet. It was tucked away, ignored. Not now.

Bending at the waist, hands coming to frame her waist, he leant over to kiss her – pulling away, reluctantly so, when she tried to deepen it.

“Still showing, Eva,” he rumbled, watching with half-lidded eyes as her own eyelids fluttered simply because of that.

Eva’s breathing had already picked up pace again as she watched him pull away again, wide eyes following his movements as he reached with one hand– for the discarded shirt.

A startled laugh bubbled out of her as he threw the piece of clothing over his shoulder without a care in the world, shooting her a quick grin at the beloved sound.

Her laugh stuttered out when he fluently went from grinning at her to bending over and flicking the tip of his tongue against her peaked nipple.

“Ah!”

Sparda muffled a chuckle against her skin, purring when the vibration of it made her twist again. Hips that had nearly shot of the mattress at the touch of his tongue were easily captured in his broad hands, pushed back down so he should shift more comfortably between her legs. Content with his new position, he let go of her and went to work again. Kissing slowly over the swell of one breast – pert and perfectly fitting into his palms, he noted with satisfaction – then retracing the path with little licks of the tongue.

Faintly, he was aware of Eva mumbling and sighing above him, and sped up his explorations, until he reached the outer edge of one nipple, nibbling round and round it, before rolling the tip of it into his mouth. At the same time, not giving her a second to process the new sensation of tight, wet heat, he raised one hand towards the other side of her chest, thumbing over the nipple previously neglected, only to capture it between two fingers and roll it tenderly, matching speed and pressure to the one of his tongue.

The moan ripping out of Eva’s throat echoed through the room, sending pleasant shivers down Sparda’s spine.

The thump of her fist hitting the mattress, though, would absolutely not do.

Blindly, he reached up, searching until his free hand found her smaller one. Prying her death-grip lose from the sheets, Sparda directed her up to the back of his head, holding it there for a second before returning his fingers to a much more pleasurable pursuit.

She got the message, even in her frenzy. Her second hand joined the first, fingers raking gently through white hair, petting and stroking, before they clamped down and held on for dear life when he pulled slightly the tip, gracing it with a ghost of teeth, and sucked carefully, speeding up once he earned more keens and moans for it.

“Ooooh!”Her moan climbed higher before it broke off, cracking. Still, Eva tried again, through whimpers and pants, managing a shuddering, “Sparda!” in time with a particular strong tug on his hair, the timing perhaps deliberate, perhaps not.

Something broke inside of him – his self-control, most likely, he thought with an amused huff.

Without pausing his ministrations he shifted, pulling her with him until he could slip a thigh between her legs, providing her with something to grind against.

A slight push of his thigh up, up, so that it was pressed against her most sensitive spot, a curl of his tongue around one nipple while clever fingers tugged at the other, humming out a purr –

And Eva screamed, hoarse and brokenly, her whole body convulsing and shuddering as she reached her peak.

Breaking away to catch his breath and clamping down on the hot wave of arousal clouding his mind, Sparda still couldn’t help but stare, transfixed, as the last shivers went through Eva’s now pliant body, as little gasping intakes of breath could be heard, wild blonde hair a halo behind her head-

She was magnificent like this, even more so then usual.

A wave of emotion hit him and he followed the first urge to lean down and press a soft, tender kiss to her quivering belly, then another, and another, hands coming to stroke her twitching legs, murmuring quiet praises as he went.

Eva hummed, shifting, but not yet talking. He let her rest, allowing her to catch her breath, unwilling to ask for more without her being able to say something about it.

She seemed to understand that, splaying out more for him and letting him lift her leg to press a kiss to the inside of her thigh and her knee. He took the silent offering gladly, letting his hands travel down the long, long limb until he reached her ankle, then her foot.

There wasn’t anything specifically in his mind right then – no need to rile her up more, or to push things ahead – he simple let himself indulge in her soft skin, the shift of muscles under his hand, the utter trust she put into him by allowing him this slow exploration.

Amused, Sparda ran a fingertip over one of her toes, eyes crinkling when her whole leg instinctively twitched away from it.

“If you’re thinking about tickling me there, too,” Eva spoke up, drawing his attention back up to where she was watching him with mild amusement, still looking a bit winded, but eyes twinkling much more aware again, “then you can’t blame me if I end up kicking you.”

For emphasis, she jerked her leg in his grip, hard, almost dislodging and actually hitting him in the head. He swiftly grabbed her ankle before it could get far, arching an eyebrow at her when she giggled impishly.

So she has caught her breath again.

Considering it his turn again to tease, he shook his head, dipping down to press a kiss against the thin skin over her ankle. Letting her feel the touch of the point of his teeth – smirk threatening to split his face when she jerked yet again – he murmured, “Tempting idea, but not what I had planned for showing you.”

That caught her interest, and there was clear intrigue etched into her face despite her tries to put on a poker face. “Oh? Well, fill me in, what did you have planned?”

“True, I did not make that clear before,” gently, he lowered her leg back to the mattress. A last parting stroke from her ankle to her knee, then he leaned forward, pressing a light kiss to the soft skin of her belly. It quivered beneath him as she sucked in a breath, but she didn’t scoot away from him, and he let his chin rest on the quivering skin while looking up at her. “Let me taste you, Eva?”

This time, the intake of air was sharp and fast, and the blush definitely deepened into scarlet. With a mutter that sounded eerily like a curse, Eva slapped one hand over her eyes. Her voice came out higher than normal, if with embarrassment or laughter, he couldn’t quite tell. “Do you really expect a No right now?”

Something about the wording gave him pause, fun momentarily forgotten as he analyzed that. After a moment, he answered quietly, earnestly. “You can always say No.”

All the wicked mischief melted from her face, and for a moment, he wondered if that had been wrong of him to say. Too much too soon, more than she wanted from him…

But she smiled, so bright and gentle it never should have been directed at him, and reached out. The hand tenderly cupping his cheek, thumb stroking his chin, had him purr in utter contentment.

“You have blanket permission,” Eva said softly, voice quiet and void of their earlier joking.

There was nothing he could have said to that, words lost to him once again, so he simply nodded, trying to breathe.

His smile returned, much softer than before, when he nipped playfully at the tip of her thumb when he moved away, and her laughter rang out tinkling like bells.

He turned back to his original plan, heat starting to crawl up his spine and skin feeling too tight. Now that they were on the same page were they were headed to, the arousal that had been growing like a banked fire inside him, pushed aside to be ignored while he paid such careful attention to her, came roaring back to life like a wildfire.

He could smell her. That might have just been the worst part about his demonic senses – they picked out the smell of Eva’s own need easily. Able to ignore it before, it came back now to him, both familiar and unfamiliar at once, tempting man and devil alike. He had already tasted her skin, and it had been addictive like he had never imagined. Now, with this enticing smell tickling his nose, he had to find out if the taste of her arousal would be even more of a drug to him.

It took all his remaining willpower to not hurry things along, to savor this for as long as he could. Taking a deep breath through his mouth, he slipped lower, coming to rest on his stomach and between her legs. Gently, teasingly, he let his hands drift up on the outside, from the lowest spot he could reach in this position – her knees, now – up to her hips. Circling his thumbs lightly around her hipbones, fingertips playing with the waistband of her panties, he allowed himself a quick glance upwards.

It wouldn’t have been necessary, since Eva was already moving, giving her approval by raising her hips to assist him.

The breath hissing out between his teeth couldn’t be helped as he pulled the last bit of clothing away from her, sliding it down her legs. His fingernails scratched lightly over skin, and the ragged breath Eva drew in response felt like flames licking over his skin.

He didn’t dare to look up, focusing his gaze on the pale skin of her inner thigh. Fearing to crack if he caught either her gaze or sight of his goal.

Clothing discarded without much care, his hands repeated their upwards journey, on the inside this time. He didn’t even have to use any pressure – Eva spread her legs as he went, so easily and freely it literally took his breath away for a moment.

And then he lost focus and looked up, meeting her smile with his own briefly, before he looked slowly, slowly down, gaze traveling over her heaving flushed chest, down, down over her taut belly to the patch of dark golden curls until it came to rest upon her core-

The smell was one thing. The sight, a whole other.

Wet. Glistening with it. All on show, just for him – she had given him permission, even.

The groan punched out of him at the realization how much she wanted this, truly, showed it to him, too, was not a sound he would ever feel ashamed for. He felt like burning, both torturously and deliciously so, mind a roaring mess as he tried to think.

Worship her.

That must have been the more human side of him.

Devour her.

That was the demon speaking.

Please her.

On that, all aspects could agree on.

Realizing that Eva had gone completely still beneath his scrutiny, Sparda shook his musings off and flicked his gaze up to catch hers – only to find it already trained on him intently, dark blue eyes heavy lidded with desire and anticipation, white teeth worrying her bottom lip while she waited.

Briefly, he wondered what a sight he must present to her then – with the static and fire crackling through his veins, control waning, he was sure that his human form was fraying at the edges. It was still there, held up desperately, but it was slipping, and he didn’t have the mental capacity to really take note where the cracks had started to show. His eyes, maybe? His teeth for sure, he could tell there had been fangs nibbling lightly at skin instead of blunt incisors…

For one terrifying second, he allowed himself to imagine her reacting with anything but her usual acceptance. If there was any moment when she would come to her senses and regret letting a demon – him - so close to her, it would likely be now.

She was quick to scatter those doubts in the best kind of reassurance.

Once their eyes met, Eva took a quick breath, close to a gasp, and then made a sound – and, oh, that was a whimper, really, and it was clearly nothing short of longing. It shot through him like lightning. The answering growl rumbling out of him was unintentional, surprising him as much as her. He probably would have regretted it out of fear of startling her, but-

She reacted to it in an absolutely unexpected way, beautifully so, arching into him with her eyes still on his and then, then she sighed his name- and all his thoughts ground to a screeching halt, everything he knew forgotten except the fact that he needed to hear it again.

With an inhuman noise, equally parts hungry and desperate, he pulled her closer by the hips and dipped his head down.

The first touch of his tongue to her was already too much and not enough. Hot and wet registered first, then the taste - musky yet sweet and purely her, the flavor burst in his mouth, dancing across his senses, and he couldn’t stop himself from groaning against her, his own hips grinding unconsciously against the mattress. Vaguely, he registered the sound above him, something like a shout, but it was drowned out against the blood rushing through his ears. Her hips twitched and he was already reaching to hold them still, but then they ground against his face instead of away, and, well, he could absolutely live with getting his breath stolen, as long as he wasn’t denied the taste of her. So he let her move as she wanted, praising her cooperativeness with a slow curl of his tongue that had her keening and him biting back another growl.

Using one of his now free hands to pull her legs up and over his shoulders, the other to reach and thumb her open more for his exploration, he set to his task single-mindedly. Tongue slipping deeper, exploring her folds until they let him probe deeper. Lapping up her wetness, each swipe both fulfilling his greed for her taste and leaving him hungering for more.

Longing for more of those noises, too. Gasps, murmurs, moans, even little cries, all freely given, all interspersed with his name here and there, making up a melody only he would ever be privy to. Eva was not shy about this, just like she had never been shy about anything with him. She met his movements instead of trying to get away, let him know when he did something especially right with noises and words, all but trapping him with legs squeezing around his head and hands carding appreciatively through his hair.

Not that Sparda really wanted to escape. He was a very happy prisoner in this indeed, and an avid student on top of it. He had paid very close attention to her body’s reactions the whole time, and didn’t stop now. Every little shift, every hitched breath was noted, touches and licks that garnered an especially enthusiastic response filed neatly away and then repeated all over again until her voice was hoarse and her hips were twitching mindlessly against him. Every last of his sharp senses was trained intently on this amazing woman in his bed and his arms. She trusted him so openly and wonderfully, loved him with all she had, and he would be damned all over again if he didn’t repay that in full and with interest.

Deeming his new knowledge ready to be applied, Sparda went through the entire repertoire he had collected now – quick lashes of the tongue, long licks into a particular gentle suck, and then all over again. The growl he emitted at some point, completely mindless, rumbling against her, had Eva shouting out a curse. Her hands in his hair slipped, flailing, and her scrabbling tries to hold on again had her nails scratching over his scalp lightly. The innocent gesture really shouldn’t have done anything for him, but combined with the tang of her on his tongue, her voice in his ear, he gave a rumbling moan, grip tightening and hips jerking. The choked sound Eva made in response, a near sob, was as sweet as it was charring, because-

Damn it all to Hell, he realized with something akin to awe, for all his earlier musings about knowing about pleasure, he would damn well lose control then and there like a beginner if he didn’t get a grip on himself, and that fast.

That… or have her reach the precipice first, finishing what the hitches in her breath and the trembling off her legs next to his ears already heralded.

It didn’t even take him half a thought to decide which option he preferred.

With a gentleness standing in stark contrast to his own desperation, he focused on her sensitive clit, tenderly flicking the tip of his tongue over it before taking it into his mouth – ever mindful of his fangs – and then suckled on it, slowly first, then, without any warning, one last time hard, lightly gliding the tip of one fang over the sensitized nerves at the same time.

The reaction was immediate, tremors that had wracked Eva suddenly stopping, everything stilling as her thighs locked behind his neck – and then it all exploded, her back arching into a bow as she cried out brokenly with her head thrown back, trembling and twitching through waves of pleasure.

Sparda rode it out with her, gentling his attentions to simple tiny licks to her core meant to keep the pleasure high but did not overstimulate her, one hand stroking the outside of her left leg reassuringly. Once he was sure the shivers going through her were the last of her aftershocks, he pulled back with a gasp for air, trying not to inhale the scent of her too deeply.

And failing, pathetically so. The fragrance of it was even stronger now, making his head spin, and he very nearly dropped her legs off his shoulders before he caught himself and lowered her gently to the mattress.

Immediately, Eva shifted, legs coming to rest to either side of him as she stretched with a tiny little purring noise. She didn’t move further but simply sprawled out, chest heaving with great gulps of air.

Sparda stayed where he was, breath coming in fast pants that mirrored Eva’s. His blood was boiling and his arousal near throbbing. It would have been a relief to give in and change and take her, be as close to her as he could possibly ever get…

He breathed through it, each sharp intake of air an icy counterpoint to the fire in his veins, until the sparks dancing over his skin flickered out and he felt more levelheaded again. Only once he deemed it safe did he move his heavy limbs and shuffled up to lay down next to her prone form, propping himself up one elbow to keep watch over her.

The first gentle touch of his fingertips to her arm, trailing lines onto the cooling skin, had Eva purr once again, rolling over so that she could snuggle against his chest. The rightness of it all made him take a shuddering breath again before he grinned down at her. “Good morning, again.”

“Mmmmmh,” she seemed intent to stay where she was, voice muffled by skin. “Very good.”

The rumbling chuckle of his was met with a content humming sound from her. They fell silent again, half-dozing, simply indulging in each other. Eva had started drawing circles against his sternum, and Sparda had taken to resting his free hand on her hip, thumb rubbing gentle circles. He was just close enough to relaxing that the arousal had ebbed to pleasant hum instead of a burn.

Lazily, he pondered if he could slip away first for a much needed shower and take care of the residue need while doing so. Yet he was loathe to leave this bubble of peace they had created around them. A few minutes longer…

Gentle, yet insistent fingers prodded at his shoulder, and he noted that the stroke of caresses had stopped. Instead, Eva was pushing at his shoulder now, mumbling something against his chest that not even his sharp ears could pick out.

“Eva?”

“Move a bit for me, dear.”

Worried he might be squishing her, Sparda let himself follow the request and moved for her - because moving him without his say so was approximately as easy as making a storm change direction.

The grumble of complaint when he rolled onto his back and away from her closeness was utterly fake, more to see the flash of her grin than anything else.

However the grunt of surprise tumbling from his lips when she swung one leg over him and perched on his stomach, head held high and grinning brightly down at him, was genuine. “My turn with the showing now, yes?”

“What…,” he could not do more than blink up at her, perplexed – until she shifted lower, hands dragging over the pale skin of his upper body in a slow caress, and his arousal slammed back into him full-force, punching a hiss out of him as he arched and grabbed her wrists to stop her. “Eva.”

She paused, no, froze above him immediately, eyes snapping up to meet his wild ones with confusion written all over her features. The explanation he wanted to give her wouldn’t come – that she didn’t have to do this, that he wasn’t sure if he could take anymore from her without his last bit of control snapping.

Yet even when words failed him again, as they did so often when it would have counted, she seemed to understand without him explaining. Eva’s confusion made way for surprise, then understanding, and she blinked quickly, suspiciously so, a few times before shaking her head at him. “Oh, you…alright.”

Then she moved, leaning over him to get closer, and he helped her shift around gladly, until they were resting forehead to forehead and breathing the same air.

“Hey,” a playful greeting, her voice so sweet, her gaze so full of love, that his heart stumbled uselessly in his chest for a second.

Something of it must have shown on his face – or perhaps she felt his tripping heartbeat under her hands – for she laughed quietly at him. Nothing mocking, simply genuine affection. She nuzzled the tip of her nose against his, voice dropping to a whisper meant for his ears only, “If you want to stop here, that’s fine by me. But don’t stop on my account, alright?”

As always, her closeness was soothing, her voice an anchor his fast working mind could hold onto, and finally, he got words back under his control. Nuzzling back, thumbs drawing lazy circles onto her wrists, he rumbled, “I did not expect repayment from you, love.”

“Repayment,” she repeated slowly, considering, before shaking her head at him laughing. He couldn’t help but smile back at her, the sound contagious. “Sparda, have you ever known me to do something because I felt obliged to?”

At that, his smile curled into a smirk as he recalled several such instances. “Not really.”

“There you have it,” she clucked her tongue at him, rolling her eyes as if to say really now, before she sobered up again. The kisses she bestowed upon his forehead, the tip of his nose and then his lips were short and firm, but not less gentle for it, her voice strong as she spoke. “I want this, I want you. Do not ever doubt that, you much too honorable man.”

Something unfurled in his chest – the worry and doubt that he was taking advantage of her somehow, the guilt of always wanting more of her, and he released it with a deep breath, face softening into a smile. “I will try to remember.”

“Not trying,” Eva admonished, laughing while she pulled back and tapped his nose. “Doing.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“That’s better.”

Her weight shifted as she made to lean back, clearly intent on continuing where she had left off, but his hand snapped up and he pulled her down again, gentle but insistent, to kiss her deep and slow, trying to infuse the gesture with all the things he struggled to say.

She met him with much the same enthusiasm, slow yet deep and languid, before pulling away. The slightest bit breathless, the tiniest bit flushed, all enough that another growl caught in his throat.

“Right,” running one hand through her hair to get it under a bit of control, Eva laughed breathlessly. “Now, could you stop distracting me for a moment-…”

“But it’s so much fun,” Sparda replied smoothly, voice dipping a bit deeper on the last word – and, oh, there it was again, that little shiver and lip-biting of hers which he had noticed a few times already. Why…?

Oh. Oh. That was… That was because of his voice. The thought alone made him smirk, proud and amazed at the same time.

She caught it, of course she did, and narrowed her eyes playfully at him. “Mister, I’m warning you.”

Raising his hands in a show of surrender, still smirking, Sparda moved, shifting until he lay basically sprawled and defenseless beneath her, pliant and cooperative. “Better?”

“Much, thank you,” the reply probably should have been haughty, but she was smiling too widely, shaking her head to herself as she shifted down. “Okay, remember – I might be doing the showing this time, but say the word and we stop.”

“I’m all yours,” he informed her. He was really, really hoping it came out as collected as he had aimed for, because the thought of what that show might entail already set his body on fire again. Discreetly, he shifted a bit, focusing on deep, steady breathing.

Eva’s eyes were sparkling when she looked up, the grin she directed at him wide and cheeky. “Ooooh, I hope you don’t regret those words.”

“Never-…,” Milady, he had meant to add, only that her hands had already drifted lower, curious fingers fiddling with the fastening of his pants and, accidentally or not, teasing over his straining member. Such an innocent touch, but it was enough to send a bolt of heat through him that left him jittery, hips bucking upwards. He barely managed to stop further movements when Eva squeaked in surprise after almost getting thrown off.

Gritting his teeth as he collapsed back against the pillows, hands shooting out to grip onto the sheets, Sparda managed a hoarse, “Thinking about it, I might have to eat them.”

There was a pause as Eva stopped in her task, giving him some leeway to breathe again. Gaze flicking up at him, she seemed to consider for a moment, before biting her lips, grin curling around it. “Well, you proved to be pretty good at eating moments ago, so it should be fine.”

Did she just….?

Eyes snapping open wide and eyebrows shooting up, Sparda glanced at her, fully aware that he was probably gaping quite dumbly, and indeed – Eva was looking back at him with her face flushed, shoulders shaking and eyes crinkling under barely contained laughter.

She did.

“You…!”

The sound bursting out of him was half a moan, half startled laugh, before it turned to full-blown laughter, startling him because this was not the place for it, but once he had started, he just couldn’t stop it. Seconds later, Eva was laughing with him, loud and freely, almost toppling off his thighs and the bed in the protest. Her shocked yelp snapped him out of his mirth and he shot up into a sitting position to catch her, holding her to him while they still shook in amusement.

They were still breathless with laughter when they finally managed to look at each other without bursting into more giggles and snorts, and Eva had to wipe tears from her eyes as she spoke up again, “Couldn’t help it, it was so tempting.”

“Unbelievable,” Sparda grumbled, failing to contain his own grin. The laughter had driven the last bit of doubts out of his mind, and he couldn’t remember when he had last felt so content. If ever.

“You’re simply unbelievable,” he added, hoping the praise would still come through with the teasing.

A quick peck was pressed to his lips. If in apology or to thank him for his words, he didn’t really care.

He did care, however, when Eva suddenly looked a bit sheepish, gnawing at her bottom lip in what he recognized as thoughtful. “Um. Did I kill the mood now?”

Arching an eyebrow at her, Sparda rolled his hips up and into her so that there was no mistaking the hardness pressing against her. It had the very nice side effect of seeing her mouth drop open the tiniest bit and her eyelids flutter. “I do not think you could, to be honest,” he explained smoothly, and only the tiniest bit smug.

The breath she took while opening her eyes sounded a tiny bit wobbly, but she seemed to have herself under control again as she smiled at him. “Good to know. Now, lay down again, I still didn’t get even started yet!”

“I’m not the one who interrupted you,” he reminded her, even though he obediently followed her directions and lay back, crossing his arms behind his head as he got comfortable.

“Fine, alright, I’m taking the blame,” Eva acquiesced the point gracefully, pressing a quick kiss to his sternum (that should not have made heart stumble like it did) and sent him a smile, fingertips already stroking over the point she had kissed and down lower. “No more puns, honest.”

“Promises, promises,” Sparda grumbled – or tried to, because the words turned into a purr halfway through as she flexed her fingers and lightly, teasingly dragged her nails down his sides, making him squirm on the sheets. It was a strange mixture of tickling and arousing, and the noises tumbling from his lips lay somewhere between a groan and a purr, his back arching whenever she found and especially sensitive spot-

Then, Eva laughed, delighted and bright, and arousal had to back down in favor of pure love singing through him, wrenching a smile from him so wide it almost hurt.

And finally, he let himself finally fully relax, stretching luxuriously under the hands caressing him so tenderly, surrendering willingly to the woman who already kept his heart safe and whole.

This was really not what he had had in mind for them today.

But he sure wasn’t going to complain about it.

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