I saw your tags, and if you're fine with it, i don't mind you answering old asks, bc MY FEELINGS are still hurt just as much, and anyone going through your blog deserves ample warning of the EVIL author you are. EVIL. Nice authors DON'T let little precious characters lie themselves into a fucking hole. NICE authors don't keep torturing the other character that has already gone through so much. NICE AUTHORS LET THEM MEET FOR THE SAKE OF GIVING THE READERS A NORMAL HEARTBEAT
A/N: Took a break to recover from the con. It’s been a pretty stressful weekend and week what with me almost losing my cosplay stuff at the hotel. All is good though and I’m back to do more writing for this story as well as imagines for y’all. I really appreciated your patience and support, special shout out to the people that follow my work and messaged me personally with such amazing positivity. Y’all really make my days <3
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The demon lord actually moved upon his throne, sitting upright at the sight of your weapon.
Nephilim. That was what he called you and within those deep, menacing eyes was a look that you can only discern as malice.
Demon Lord: “I had thought your kind slaughtered to extinction.”
You: “You and me both. Why don’t you get off that seat so we can mull over it together?”
Dante: “Ooh. I like the sound of that. Come on, big guy. We got some choice words for you.”
The red coat hunter claps his hands, goading the demon to rise from his seat and as expected, he did not. Still, the demon lord appeared unamused by yours and Dante’s taunts.
Demon Lord: “Insolence. Nephilim or not, you’re still powerless against me. Human blood flows through your veins. As long as this truth stands, you will be nothing but food for the Qliphoth.”
You: “Yeah, we’re going to have to do a rain check on that. Being a meal is not on my schedule this week.”
Demon Lord: “Return to ash, like your kin before you.”
He raises his hand and above him, two tremendous spheres of flames ignite out of thin air. The heat felt incredibly unbearable from even where you stood and braced yourself. With a flick of his wrist, the demon lord sends the flames towards you and Dante. The both of you leaped out of the way in time, but the impact left an immense tremor that made the entire Qliphoth shake.
You turn your head at the sound of gunfire and sure enough the legendary devil hunter was hard at work, whipping out both Ebony and Ivory pistols to rain their target with a barrage of bullets, closing the distance between them step-by-step. The demon did not even try to block his offensive as a strange crystalline object immediately appears, absorbing the ammo without show much as suffering a scratch. Despite his guns having no clear effect, Dante continues to fire without any sign of lifting his fingers from the trigger.
Dante: “Neff!”
He calls out to you without glancing your way and you took this as your cue. While he appeared to draw the demon’s attention, you dashed into actions. Your staff resonated with divine power, glowing brighter the closer you were to the target. It appears that the demon lord was expecting this as a single glance in your direction summoned above a rain of blue shards above. The shards cast a light below indicating where they would land which allowed to be mindful of how you moved. With swiftness, you managed to dodge the attack, your feet reaching the pool that surrounded the foot of the demon’s throne. With a wave of his hand, two roots whipped forth from the demon’s back, diving to pierce right through you. You were forced to switch to a defensive stance, bringing your staff in front of you to block them. The runes of your weapon glow, creating a white barrier around you. The roots singed upon impact, doing damage but you were not sure if it affected the demon lord. Regardless, the attack knocked you back and further away from the throne. Dante ceased his firing to leap to your side. He withdraws his guns to whip out his Rebellion.
Dante: “Looks like this one won’t be as clean cut to take down as the rest.”
You: “Tsk.”
You lift your silver staff, eyeing between it and the demon lord. The long roots were now swaying back and forth, waiting to attack once again. You can see their tips have burned black but nothing else. The demon lord inspects the damage from his seat with full interest.
Demon Lord: “That weapon of yours...is incomplete. Weak, despite the divine power it holds. It does not recognize you as its master.”
This ticks you off. You heard something like this before. And the insatiable need to prove those words wrong resulted in your failure and you forced yourself to retire from fighting. Not this time.
You: “Dante.”
The man turns his head to you, catching the indisputable fury burning in your eyes. He nods.
Dante: “Right.”
He readies his sword on his hands, leaning his body to a stance which you follow with a twirl of your staff.
Dante: “We got this.”
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By now, V knew that Nero has reached Urizen. In his mind, he had hoped that the boy was too late. That the demon lord was already defeated by yours and Dante’s hands. He thinks this in hopes that you were still alive and safe. V wanted to take you with him when he withdrew to fetch the young devil hunter, but knew that such a thing would not go unnoticed by the others, especially Dante whom he easily deduced was rather fixated with you and in turn did not take to him kindly. You insisted that it was due to your shared comraderie in the past but V knew better. Dante is a man, afterall, and you...well, you are quite something. And that’s why V was so eager to return to the Qliphoth, approaching the doors to the demon lord’s throne room.
He can hear the rev of Nero’s weapon along with his frustrated grunts, suggesting that the young hunter was having a difficult time. He heard nothing else besides this and it gripped terribly at V’s heart. Did you and Dante fall?
Without a second thought, V bursted through the doors in time to see Nero collapsing before him. The sight he beheld brought about a great fear within the tattooed man. Each and every single person he hired to fight the demon lord now laid on the ground. Dante, Trish, Lady, Nero...and you. You were lying facefirst on the ground as well, right beside Dante. A small silver cylinder right above your head.
Griffon: “This isn’t good!”
The demon lord was still seated on his throne, it was hard to decipher his expressions, but V can feel that he was bored. Unfazed by the futile attempts to fell him, power radiating from his form. It shook V to the core at how powerless he felt at that moment, so lost in his dazed despair that he did not register the roots snaking forth from the demon’s back and with a flick of his colossal wrist, they fly towards you and Nero. V can hear Griffon screeching your name, but the man was frozen in place, can only watch in terror as the roots’ sharp ends hurl to run you through and end your life in a blink, but suddenly they halted and retreated back to their master. V shook his head, pulling himself from his reverie to register what happened. His green eyes spy Dante who was back up on his feet, his body hunched slightly likely due from injuries but his serious expression was telling.
Dante: “Round two.”
The red-coated hunter spreads his arms wide and he is suddenly wreathed in flame-like energy surging from within his being. His appearance changes drastically to where he now had little to no trait that would discern him as human. His demonic form. V watched in awe at the power that resonated within Dante, but he had to think to himself: will it be enough? As if hearing that question aloud, Dante stretches out his devil wings and dashed forward, flying towards the demon lord with his rebellion in hand. His mighty swing comes into contact with the crystal that has been protecting the demon from the beginning, the clash of metal and shard sparking rings that echoed throughout the Qliphoth. The demon lord watches the exchange, but made no move to simply fight back. This was not a good sign and Dante knew that.
The surge of Dante’s power roused you back to consciousness and you groggily brought yourself up to your knees and palm of your hands. You look up and was shocked at Dante’s appearance. Very rarely did you see Dante in his devil form and knew that things have gotten quite serious for him to use it.
You: “Dante!”
The half-demon looks at you over his shoulder.
Dante: “Neff, you gotta go!”
You: “What? Are you insane!?”
Dante: “You can’t beat him. He’ll kill you if you stay.”
You scramble to your feet, cylinder in hand and shook away the dizziness that swirled in your head painfully. Your breathing was ragged and your body worn, but you were not going to let that affect you.
You: “I’m not leaving you here!”
Dante: “Damn it, woman.”
The devil hunter’s eyes move past you to spot a certain tattooed man. V, he looked like he was frozen in place, overwhelmed by the sight of each of his companions falling at the hands of the demon lord’s monstrous might. He couldn’t have asked for a worse person to call for help, but Dante was desperate as he sees you and Nero who have stood back up and looked ready to jump in to fight once again.
Dante: “V, get them out of here. This is a bad move!”
Nero: “I can still fight!”
Dante: “Nero, go! You’re just deadweight!”
V’s green eyes landed on you immediately, you who went back on your feet ready to engage the demon once more and it seemed to have snapped something within him. Dante was right. V couldn’t let you die here. The man summons both Griffon and Shadow to pull Nero back, while he himself held you against him, his cane pressed across your chest to prevent you from dashing forward to certain death, dragging you backwards along with him.
You: “Let me go!”
V: “Come on. We can’t stay here, he’s far stronger than we ever could have imagined.”
You: “Dante!”
Everything felt like it was falling apart. Literally. Without warning, the Qliphoth was shaking violently, the merciless quakes caused the structures above to break and rocks of great sizes fell around you all. V was careful to guide you both out of the throne room despite your struggling, doing to his damned to to ensure neither of your were caved in. You didn’t think of that though and had your eyes on the man you were once very close to.
The legendary devil hunter, who with all of his empowered strength used to break through the demon lord’s defenses, spared one last glance at you. His glowing eyes held the stare of a man who was losing, yet amidst that fear was a determination. You know because you had the same exact expression on that day. So you were loathe to what he was going to say next as he called out your name.
Dante: “I’m sorry...”
Rubble fell from above, knocking you and V back, further away from Dante. Your head came into contact with one of the rocks hard. The last thing you saw was Dante’s form disappearing before your eyes as the rocks blocked your vision and a single tear falling down your cheek before your world turned black.
About 1 or 2 more characters' lines to rerecord, music, and voila! The narration of chap 1 of NVTFOA will be complete! (It's gonna be over 40 mins, so ill have to upload it on the youtube 😅) AND THANK YOU FOR BEING PATIENT IF YOUVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS!
i think i might actually beat my word count record on this chapter. its almost at 17k now and i still have a little left to write so it wouldnt be surprising if i made it to 19k maybe even 20k
