#devilishhunter

[criimsoncloud]

➐ Are there any people you’ve been to afraid of approaching?

Interview the Mun 

Oh god yeah. There’s a few mutuals I have that are. Very Intimidating. Won’t name any names though.

I haven’t been at all able to summon the courage to start any interaction with them, and I’ve… kinda resigned myself to admiring them from afar. u w u ;; They seem to be quite lovely people, and I would love nothing but to chat and interact with them some way or another, but alas, my anxiety is terrible.

[devilglow]

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Also ofc. my ass is amazing, but demons aren’t attracted to it… other than killing it. And get your mind outta the gutter, kid.

          ‘  I’ve noticed a direct correlation between your presence lingerin’ around the van and the appearance of demons on our area so until YA LOSE A COUPLE POUNDS OFF THAT FAT ASS OF YOURS I ain’t changin’ my opinion or theory.  ’

[yamatoforvergil]

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It was not unknown to Vergil the power of Yamato, especially when it came to traversing the city in mere moments. He could teleport moderate distances at best with his own powers, but should he want to travel somewhere out of sight, such as the other end of the city, Yamato was the power he required.

What wasn’t fully known to him had been the repercussions of Limbo merging into the human world. His scientists had brought up the potential of other worlds beyond just theirs and the Biblical realms, yes, but he’d tabled those for a later discussion, once Mundus was no longer an issue. Unfortunately, all that information was lost between the Order being blown apart, and his scientists being mercilessly slaughtered. So the thought had left his mind.

Hand clutching the old wound to his chest, a portal sliced through realms and allowed him a quick escape, only to find himself--not in Limbo City. He was at the ruins of a house that looked similar to the distant memories of his own home, yes, but it was...much more desolate. It looked to have been in disrepair for decades, not quite as long as he’d been away.

Town wasn’t difficult to find, and a glove gripped Yamato protectively, using it as support until he came across a flashy sign. Devil May Cry. A scoff leaves him, but it wouldn’t surprise him if Dante had the balls to set up such a place with Kat, to protect the world. But...no, it wasn’t his style, it really wasn’t. So, in he went, looking around curiously as the door closed behind him.

[poeticatenebris-a]

@devilishhunter   || Discovered the Poet.

“Mock me all you wish afterwards - just aid me up-” V uttered, rather firmly, his position upon the ground among a large gathering of rubble intently uncomfortable. He’d fallen when battling a few floors above when the floor had given way, taking the lithe male with it; only to find Dante in his company rather suddenly. 

[rebelpuff-a]

devilishhunter

  [Txt; Absinthe dreams]: I want to be ashamed of...

“How about we put that to the test then? Might have learned what shame is.”

✉ red leather jacket ➹ you’re like fifty. if you haven’t learned what      shame is by now you aint gonna. ➹ but i’m willing to try and watch you learn

[nerowasheredanteisaloser]

devilishhunter answered your ask “*pets agressively*”

“Hey, don’t talk. Shit, uhh, shit. You’re awake, thank fuck.” Okay, maybe he should have him talking? “Actually, keep talking, don’t stop talking. Recite Shakespeare or something just don’t stop.” It was dark, and they were alone in the middle of some damn redwood forest. Why did they have to go all the way out here, anyways? After that demon, holy shit, that demon, ripped a tree right in half and shoved it right into Dante. Like holy shit, how was that physically possible?

[propheslay]

‘ Oh shut up. ‘ She shook her head with a smile. ‘ What, you think I’d forget? This is my way of saying Happy Birthday for yesterday, I was out killing things. ‘

@devilishhunter | Continued from ( X )

[daemoniumpater-blog]

Take Me Home

@devilishhunter

     It was supposed to be a business meet up at the bar then they would leave to go to a restaurant to talk. Though apparently, the person had to change plans at the last minute leaving him awkwardly at the bar. It didn't exactly help when someone actually came up to him and tried making small talk. The stranger didn't have any unique qualities to them or at least to Vergil so despite their attempts he ignored them.

     Inwardly, the businessman noted to never make any business meet-ups at a bar as it seems his appearance attracted people. It wasn't common for people to see someone with white hair unless they were old. The fact he was in a suit helped to further make him stand out, and as he sipped his cocktail, he barely noticed the slight taste to it. As he been trying too hard to ignore the stranger to notice his drink been spiked.

     His very arrogance and pride causing him to turn his nose at the plebian giving them a chance to slip him something. That by the time he was ready to just up and leave already his mind was becoming muddled. “Ugh, I didn’t even think I drank that much.” He muttered, as his mind felt so light and the room seemed to spin. His face flushed when he felt a hand on him too sluggish to really brush the other off.

     It kind of felt nice weirdly enough, when was the last time someone touched him intimately. His brain was slow to process everything as his hand had to grab the table and the stranger -was this a man?- Hand wrapped around his waist. As if trying to guide him being a gentleman almost but he barely registered the man’s words. Only chuckling a bit with a tight smile as whatever drug was put in his drink had been strong and Vergil had no defense against it.

     In his sober mind he would have felt disgusted at being touched in such a way yet he was as hapless as a kitten.