#dmc vitale

[storytellering]

Crumbling flesh and feelings.

[lexiene]

Fragile....they're fragile 😔💓

[nico-drives-badly]

Devil May Cry AU where everything is exactly the same except Griffon knocked up, like, so many birds when V wasn’t looking

[maroji-draws]

What do u mean thats not how it went

Two little bitches

[hiji-fjoersk]

Fanfiction list

Status: March 16, 2026

Here is a detailed post regarding my fanfictions on AO3. Additionally, I will link my German fanfiction profile at the end of this post so you know: THAT is me!

I’ve been writing since 2009 and have noticed steady improvement over the years. My readership is quite small, and my stories might not be the "best," but I’m still practicing! Thanks to translation tools, which have truly become much better, I am now able to publish my stories in the English-speaking community and even learn something in the process! Have you interesst! Click on the titles!

Main Project:

Vestigia Amissa

After the events in Red Grave, the brothers descended into the Underworld to fell the Qliphoth. There, their long-standing hostility evolved into a brotherly rivalry—one that even Vergil has come to welcome.

Now back in the human world, Vergil must face the consequences of his recent actions. But he is met with a new crisis: Laurine, Nero’s mother—who was rescued by his human half, V, and Dante—has vanished while on a mission with her partners.

Vergil, Dante, and Nero resolve to get to the bottom of her disappearance. In their search, they uncover a demonic conspiracy that reaches far beyond the borders of Fortuna, stretching across all of Europe.

Details:

Perspective: Written from Vergil's point of view.

Themes: A dark, melancholic drama of self-discovery, family bonding, and the weight of the past.

Vergils PoV

New Villains

Family Bonding Between, Nero, Dante and Vergil

------------------------- Finish Projects

Lamento di Amnesia Nero’s mother suffers from amnesia. For over two decades, she was a prisoner of Mundus in Hell. V and Dante rescue her from a "living prison" that had manifested in the human world. Since Laurine was in stasis, she is still physically very young, but due to the tortures of Hell, she has no idea who she is. She remains at the office with a friend of Trish’s—who is possessed by an unusually good demon—while Dante, V, Lady, and Trish head to the Qliphoth. However, only V returns after having to battle with himself.

POVs: V and OC

Setting: During Visions of V and DMC5

Focus: Romance-centered starting at Chapter 10; V’s character development.

Note: Readers can decide for themselves after the story whether V returns.

One-Shots and Short Stories:

Post-VerLiR (Post-DMC5)

The Power of the Mistletoe It’s Christmas. Laurine (Nero’s mother) and Vergil live together in one house. Their relationship is difficult and marked by tension due to the half-demon's actions in the recent past. They receive a visit from someone who is determined to help them deepen their bond!

Themes: Fluff, incorporated memes, family bonding.

Warning: Contains spoilers for Lamento di Amnesia.

Of False Demons and Crystalline Hearts A short Valentine's Day story about my VerLiR pairing after DMC5. A major spoiler for Lamento di Amnesia, designed to illustrate the couple dynamic between the former "Lady in Red," my Laurine, and Vergil.

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AU's – Lethe and V

A Sparda Family Christmas

After the events at the Qliphoth, the human world has grown quieter. The Demon King Urizen was defeated, and V became an independent individual after eating the fruit. Slowly, he gets used to the idea of having a family. Lethe, a young woman whose past remains a mystery, decides to surprise him.

Themes: Fluff, a tiny bit of action, family bonding.

Note: An alternative timeline of Lamento di Amnesia. Guaranteed to be cute and lighthearted!

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Lore regarding my VerLiR Ship

Quaternio Varia – The Chaotic Quartet

Decades before the birth of Sparda’s twins, events of great significance took place. The Order of the Sword, founded specifically to protect the Hellgate on this island, stood on the brink of defeat against an army of demons. However, there were four individuals, who could not have been more different from one another, who were entrusted with a mission:

A young demonologist of the Order named Sanctus; a young woman from a lineage of pure Devil Hunters named Elizabeth Kayne; a Devil Hunter skilled in alchemy named Arthur Godwin; and a mysterious stranger who accompanied them, possessing the most unusual hair color—one that in all of Fortuna would be hailed as a blessing from the Savior—Lord Blake.

Other Fanfictions:

Thirium and Iron

Detroit: Become Human

"I just want to live. I want to be accepted. Not as a machine…", it whispered, the voice generated by the audio processor trembling. "…but as a living being." Red, iron-rich blood dripped onto the fluid, oily thirium, merging more and more into a shade of violet.

Note: This Fanfiction is published by me on fanfiction.de in the year 2018 and will now translate in english!

german Profile: https://www.fanfiktion.de/u/Hiji+Fjoersk

[lexlovesleon]

some more V sketches i'll colour at some point :3

[farlouream]

I finally finished it :3

Happy DMC anime eve to my two pookies who won't be there.

[noctunis]

I saw the Dante with an assassin reader...

Vergil or V next plz? :)

And if feeling charitable... Nero?

you rolled your eyes, a groan leaving your lips as you saw a pair of death scissors headed straight for you, the desolate hallway filled with their soft cries. you placed a hand on your hip as you unsheathed your weapon, looking upwards as they swirled around the vicinity.

sighing, you looked out of the nearest window, now open as the shattered glass laid below it from when they had entered the building. the sun glimmered in the horizon as it illuminated the desolate streets of redgrave, qlipoth pollen floating around in the air as it radiated off of stiff deteriorating bodies.

your thoughts were interrupted as you ducked, evading the pair of blades headed for your neck with a gut churning screech. clouds of black flew over your head as you swung your sword at the demon, blade blocked by the sharp shears held in front of what would be its chest.

“do i ever get a—break?” you gritted your teeth at the last word, feet placed stiffly above you so as to not slip while you clashed with the creature. its hollow eyes, or more so eye holes of its mask, was a dark contrast to white of its mask as the whispering came from the pit of its mouth.

you swung your blade, managing to get at least one hit. the only reason you knew your sword pierced the demon was the shriek that followed after, blocking the other creature’s attack as it came from behind. you backed up, watching as the death scissor twins spun around the room in dark, inky swirls.

before you knew it, you were on your back, your own blade pressed up against your neck as you resisted the demon— that is, until a certain jaguar attacks the spirits from behind.

your brows furrowed as the distraction helped you take the upper hand, breaking the pair of blades with a sharp clang as you watched griffon soar above you, his obnoxious cackles drowning out the screeches of the other demons.

and as if on cue, you heard a familiar soft voice echo through the hallway— accompanied by the faint tapping off a cane, “tyger, tyger— burning bright,

“in the forests of the night.”

you looked at shadow, sheathing your weapon as you held your hand out in front of her for familiarity, “what immortal hand or eye,”

when v finally came into view, his dark hair coming into frame first, you watched as he walked into the hallway with a book in hand. jade eyes came to meet yours, lips twitching in a half smile before they moved with his next words,

“could frame thy fearful symmetry?”

“always the dramatic entrance, huh?” you gave him a small breathless laugh.

v chuckled in amusement, almost as if saying this was child play. considering you were an assassin, he was somewhat right. you brushed your pants off, watching as v’s familiars retreated back to him. “i apologize, i was—“

“catching up on some reading, i know—i know.”

walking through the next door, you walked side by side. after that encounter with those death scissors, you thought it wouldn’t be so bad to take your time so you could recover a bit. “thank you,” was all you said.

turning to look at v, he kept his head pointed downwards, smirk still evident on his face as he said, “is that an accolade, i hear?”

“well—“

“amusing how the mercenary is the one who seems to be threatened, this time.”

“okay, now you’re just bragging.”