TW(s): psychological obsession, toxic relationship dynamics, emotional manipulation, suffocating possessiveness, gaslighting, forced isolation, existential dread, body horror regarding artificial/non-human anatomy, self-loathing, religious/existential guilt, subtle emotional abuse and cruelty within a relationship.
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Dante would hand you a clump of wild rare Black roses; unaclipped, raw, roots and leaves still visible because in his eyes, an earnest gift must show how casual and natural it is. He probably picked them from a lane's side in the mouth of the underworld— to where the point of no return emerges. He is no fool to just uproot any flower: he chose roses in their dimmest color as to let them tell you with no words that his love for you crossed into a chasm of no end or horizon.
Vergil wraps a posey of Aconites in paper sealed with a golden ribbon. They are poisonous, He knows— not out of malice or hate towards you, but of the way he sees how love engineers: absolute promise to protect you even when separated, poison is to destroy anything or anyone who may try and snatch you out of his hands.
Nero doesn't wear the mask of toughness when he thinks of what could draw a smile on your lips. He spends a lot of time contemplating his gift to finally settle on climbing a hill outside Fortuna and plucking a bundle of cyclamen. What is a man when he can't protect what he adores?— He can't voice into words how you should (must) not think of anything (anyone) that can tear you apart from him, but these fresh wild cyclamens can; gifts speak louder than words.
Trish isn't a human, unlike you. She's envious— not of you, but out of the thought that she doesn't belong anywhere close to where your world resides. She may shed tears and that would make her feel a needle’s end closer. On rare strolls alone, she'd pick a single yellow hyacinth, cut off from its peduncle. It belongs on the top of your ear— or better in your mouth, so you could taste how bitter the feeling of looking at a fruit out of reach is.
Lady remembers the way her mother's needle sewed certain shapes through fabric— they were always flowers, all colors and images from paradise. She loved the color purple that she planted a chaste tree once upon a time in their garden. It was all before the storm that whirled her life to ruins, but at least she had the pleasure of remembering. She did tell you once —in a fleeting whisper, half wishing you wouldn't hear— that you reminded her of that tree; with all its plush blossoms and vibrant violet, unaware how far its fragrance traveled. She picked a small branch; crushed but still possessing beauty, hoping one day you'd realize how chaste you are to her.
Lucia has only the luxury to cry. She's too loving to tell you how far pain comes when you're shackled with the knowledge of being artificial, no drop of blood of her beloved mother running in her veins and the amount of ink and puss leaks from her next to your human pure form— a one with guilt of sinning feels sullen in front of its idol; judged, glared at or worse: despised. Giving you a flower feels like insulting you, for a song from a crow is an assault on beauty. Matier told her once that cypress leaves were grievous, mourning the absent, yet washing of all blasphemy. It's a little branch with a message beyond the sky: I want to be exorcized with your clean hands.
Nico— Nicoletta, the weirdo, four eyes; as you'd sometimes throw as a joke. She'd smile along of course, in hopes of covering the specks of hurt. You're cruel, why do you get a pass for every time you mimic her stuttering or aim one of those ridiculous nicknames at her? If she wanted she could retort, but she chooses not because it's very rare to feel this need of someone. “Saw t-t-this...” she extends an oil-soaked gloved hand to you, fixing her glasses, a daffodil crowning her dirty palm. “I… think it suits your… eyes” she was at loss for what had to be said. It wasn't about your eyes. If anything, it's about the feeling of being an emotional punching bag instead of being seen back.
Kyrie had a little hedgerow outside her room's window. A clump of jasmines, lilies and one surviving pink brier. She hovered over them at day and at the edge of golden hours, watering too much and never less— less means abandonment, abandonment slid to hate. The pink flower: pliable petals, sweet scent and ticking thorns tearing with ease was a perfect gift to offer. Would it have crossed your mind that a simple flower was a Trojan horse? Kyrie wore her heart at her sleeve, but in a corner of that heart hid an urge to build a cage with more briers; all what you could dream of would come to you if you nested inside with her.
They have killed you for you. They will kill for you again. It doesn't matter if you wish it to them or not. You staying by their aside forever unharmed by this disgusting world is all that truly matters to them. Your hands staying blood free is their selfish desire.
They have killed for you aginst your wishes. They know that this will break your heart for some time, but it is was the answer to your safety. This act will stop the universe from forcing your hands to kill. The mental and emotional toll of causing death will be bared by them, never you.
WOOOO havent written these in a while, and with this new hyperfixation i HAD to come crawling back, please enjoy these scenarios of out beloved DMC men/woman
Characters: Dante, vergil, lady, trish and nero (DMC5)
word count: 1036
warnings: none! just fluffff! maybe a but suggestive in trish's part??
notes: i really reaallly wanted to add Kyrie but i didnt have the energy so sorry Kyrie simps!
DANTE
sparda’s are touch starved by default
He’s a biggg fan of physical touch, specifically on lazy days. A slow weekend with you two lying in bed until 1PM? The idea is enough to melt a man. If you didn't force him off the bed, that slob would stay all day on top of you
Dante does likes hand holding, but he prefers you grab onto his arm, he feels a lot stronger and he’ll use any excuse to show off his gains
Oh godddd he loves picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. No, your weight and height do not matter, you're like a feather to him
his favorite cuddling positions are spooning (hes the big spoon) and laying on top of you, although that one is less frequent since you can barely breath with how heavy he is
Hair touching? god yes, he love to see you playing with his hair, rubbing his scalp and even tying his hair into a low ponytail. However, that hair is canonically GREASY, so you started to wash his hair every few days, he was hesitant at first but now the having you gently rub shampoo through his hair is one of the most satisfying things for him, especially after coming home covered in demon gore
VERGIL
ohh…this is uhm..tricky
ok so at first..he wouldn't be too open about physical touch, not that he’d flat out reject you, just that he'd flinch away when you did something as simple as touching his hand
That all changed over time though, i mean you're still the one who always initiates the touching, and he sometimes pulls away if enough time has passed, but he's trying his best here
like i said previously, all sparda’s are touch starved, and he, as the oldest, has the worst case of this
He's been alone for so so long, make sure to give him all the hugs he missed out on!
Let's talk cuddle positions; he likes it when you're turned towards him, burying your face in his chest as he scoops you up in his arms, he wants to feel protective, keep you safe (honestly i'm like 80% sure he sleeps with the yamato so that’ll be awkward )
Does NOT like pda, he doesn't even enjoy public spaces so he's most comfortable to show vulnerability when he's laying in bed with you or while having you on his lap as he reads
He likes forehead kisses (which is good cuz he got a big ahh forehead lmao), they make him a bit bashful, but he really does like them
Lay your head on his shoulder while hes cleaning the yamato and watch him freeze up, although after a few seconds he’ll exhale and pull you closer silently
(i'm trying my best to not overdo it with the shyness but i do feel like he would be really bashful about touch)
LADY
She definitely likes being close to you, but i also don't see her as incredibly cuddly either. However she wants you near her after a long ass day, wether its you hugging her or just being in the room with her
I can see her as someone who always has her arm around her partners shoulder, just so everyone knows you're taken and you're hers (looking at you, dante)
she also likes hand holding, especially at night time while you two are sleeping, her grip gets a bit tight sometimes tho
In terms of cuddling, i feel like shes quite a switch between holding you and being held, she can enjoy being the little but loves being the bigger spoon too~
she likes picking you up and putting you over her shoulder like her Kalina Ann, don't underestimate her, the girl is strong
give her a butterfly kiss and watch her turn as red as demon blood~
(i take it back, all these character are touch starved even if they're not a sparda, PLEASE give them love they are traumatized)
TRISH
tbh this one was hard to write
Ok number one, hand kisses. Need i say more? receiving them or giving them, it doesn't matter, she loves them and they never fail to make her smile
loves styling your hair (nails if you don't have hair), also loves testing her makeup on you to check if it looks good (in reality she just wants to touch your pretty face). she also enjoys it when you style her hair too
ok so with cuddles i feel like she does most of the holding. She just enjoys having you feel warm in her embrace
(between you and me i think she cuddles naked)
Loves playing with your ears, she strokes your earlobe softly and giggles as it reddens in color, how adorable she finds you~
Likes putting on lipstick and COVERING you in kiss marks, you can also do the same, i feel like she would love sharing her lipstick with you
NERO
Ahem, sparda equals…touch starved
but in all seriousness he LOVES physical affection
He enjoys its when you grab onto his arm (the good one please) and i feel like he also loves to show you off in public by side hugging you as you walk
despite his sometimes hot headed nature, he's very very soft spoken with you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear while you two cuddle
speaking of cuddles, he insists on being the big spoon most nights, but you know he secretly doesn't mind having you hold him every once in a while
lives having his head rubbed, which isn't a problem cause i imaging his hair (dmc 5) to be very soft yet rough to the touch
if you two are in the middle of cuddling, theres nothing thats gonna get in the way of that, no letting you go until he falls asleep or until you two have a mission, dont leave his arms just yet, stay with him (unless you have to go to the bathroom or need a glass of water, then by all means, go and come back as soon as possible, but he’ll be waiting for you with his arms crossed)
Thats all folks! hopefull i can make more things like this in the future
I watched the new DMC show, I would love to hear your take on Dante, Lady and Virgil in a relationship for the first time?
I watched it too, I fully expected Dante and Virgil to be hot but I gotta say Lady took me by surprise, I love her so much.
Pairing: Dante, Mary "Lady" Arkham, Virgil x Reader
Tags: fluff, established relationship, kissing, first relationship, co-workers, protectiveness, demon hunting, flirting
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A/N: I hope to Sparda that there's a season 2 because I need to see more Virgil for sure, and definitely more Danlady shipping fuel.
DANTE
Flirts very shamessly and constantly once you get into a relationship with him. Will absolutely use any chance to show off in front of you, gotta get all those looks from you, looks that sent a shiver down his spine. On slower days he enjoys playing video games with you or cuddling on the couch and doing nothing, enjoying some peace and quiet. Has had quick and fleeting relationships before but never a long-term one so sometimes he gets nervous about it. But he doesn't want you to notice so he covers it up by flirting even harder.
LADY
Will try to hide your relationship at first, especially at work. There are many ways it could backfire and get you both in trouble, or become a weakness for others to exploit. But what's even more of a reason is that she wants to have you and your attention all to herself for as long as possible. Banter gets more flirty when you're on demon hunting missions and it's just the two of you. She wakes up earlier so the two of you can have some alone time to kiss and flirt while you get ready for work and only then be more professional.
VIRGIL
Is cold to you even when you start dating. Just because you're his beloved now doesn't mean he will treat you like he has to baby you. Protect yes, but he still expects you to pull your weight with everything you do together. He is very punctual and always remembers any important date, which does actually make you feel special, there aren't many people he would bother to remember in the first place. Not good with flirting or teasing and blushes easily when you're lovey-dovey with him.
Devils may love?: thirst for connection, tearful goodbyes and trying despite the odds
Here’s part 2 by popular demand! I’m gonna start writing dmc1 soon and I shall be making a masterlist for this. Btw, comment if you’d like to added to a tag list or comment to give me ur opinions because I shall very much appreciate it and I love answering questions or geeking out over stuff especially with dmc now lol.
Links for: Masterlist, Part 1, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6
Your not sure how your still alive
At this point its illogical
Vergil has the amulet and knows Dante will come after him no matter if he even has you alive anymore
So why are you still alive currently?
Not that your complaining per say but your severely confused
Even that Arkham guy seems to be thinking it as well
Speaking of which the more you look at him the more familiar he looks
You can’t quite place it though
But it’s something with his face that’s familiar
Well it’s something you’d rather not think to hard about when the guy is stabbed in front of you by Vergil
If your opinion of Arkham was bad before hearing he literally sacrificed his wife to become powerful or something certainly made you internally cheer as he fell to the floor
Blood pooling around him as Vergil remarks he has no use for the man anymore
And yet
“Keep moving, lest I have to carry you again”
It stirs you from your thoughts as the twin looks at you
Wordlessly you nod, stepping past arkhams body
When Vergil turns he doesn’t see you drip your foot in the man’s blood
Intentionally leaving a trail for Dante to find
“If….if you killed him can you kill the jester next?”
Whatever Vergil expected you to say it seems like that wasn’t what he thought
Though you hope your unpredictability is seemingly a factor keeping you alive
“Jester?” He scoffs “you mean my brother?”
At that you can’t help but raise and eyebrow “no, I mean the weird ass jester demon. The one with the long nose, and annoying penchant for appearing out of nowhere. Have you not had to deal with his annoying nagging yet?”
“Evidently no since if I had we wouldn’t be having this conversation”
“Fair. restrains or no restrains though, I will be finding out a way to curb stomp him if he pops out of nowhere again”
“You’re a human. If he’s a demon your too weak to kill him let alone make a dent”
You shrug at that “I might be nothing more than an insect to him…but it doesn’t hurt to at least try. That’s all we can ever really do anyways. Keep trying even if it’s meaningless because there’s nothing else we can do. It’s what I do anyways. Things get hard, parents kick you to the curb yelling to never come back unless you decide to give up your “useless” dreams and everything looks like shit” pausing for a moment you can’t help but smile “keep trying even though every job turns you away and you have to drop out of school to try and get a full time job to afford a roof over your head and food…and despite it all you find a sketchy job advertisement for a business without a proper name yet and somehow end up with the most obnoxious idiot with a heart of gold as your boss who annoyingly calls you “honeypie”. And even if his family drama gets you wrapped up in getting kidnapped and brought to a demon tower, you keep trying even when the situation is against you. Because maybe that’s all you have”
Vergil stays silent after that, just ends up tugging you closer as he leads you to wherever he’s headed
Somehow trauma dumping on him was kinda reliving even if he would probably kill you later
Best get shit off your chest than leave it bubbling in you
A trail of red follows behind you for your red coat idiot to hopefully find you
Fortunately if you did make it out of the your now a pro at washing out blood so your shoes would probably be ok
Walking closely behind Vergil the two of you enter a large chamber
Carved stone and a chiseled floor lead to the centre of the room
And at that centre was a circular basin?
Your not really sure how to describe it
Or this place in general
The tower was old, that was certain with its general architecture and material wise
But walking though the place there was also an odd sense of foreign technological aspects to it
It was definitely too advanced for humans especially at the time it seemed like it was erected 2000 years back or so
So with that logic it was likely demonic related
Which made sense considering the purpose of the tower in the first place
A thrumming sound echos before that of heavy footsteps that makes you turn around just as Vergil does
A demon, a big looking one as well that walked on all 4
“I found you, seed of Sparda!. I told you that I remembered your rancid scent! No matter where you run to. You can never hide from me! And what’s this? A human pest as well?” It walks forward, bloody red eyes bleeding out as a singular curved horn tilted along with its head movements.
Before you have much time to react its claw comes down towards you and Vergil, but the blue half-demon pushed you back as he jumped to eliminate his threat
You watched him fight Dante atop the tower and seen his cut down smaller demons on the way here, but seeing him fight truly was something
Clean slices compared to Dante’s showy flare
Landing atop the demon as it crumbled beneath his feet
“Y-you are not the one I faced before…but this smell…there are two of them! That excrement of Sparda had two sons!”
“Yeah bud, you didn’t figure that out by looking at him. He didn’t just change wardrobe-“
A clink of a sword and its head splits leaving a gushing waterfall of blood to spill onto the ground
Vergil flips off its back, now back to your side
A glow emits from the body, blue and blinding
Vergil extends out a hand and it pulls itself to him
Seemingly absorbing it a pair of gauntlets and boots that keep their blinding glow
You can only watch what happens next
Vergil shows off and kinda plays? With his new weapons??? Like Dante does???
He kicks around the demons corpse and shows off his new gear
All while you watch dumbfounded
You also swear he’s watching your reaction?
Getting a small flicker of pride after another show of moves?
Was this like…a fear tactic or something?
A threat to keep you in line and not to run?
Because you already weren’t going to do that
Not when demons crawled around and every corner and for some reason he still needed you alive and eliminated them
Why would you leave when at least for now he was your reluctant bodyguard?
A spray of feathers waft around in the air and cascade down around you as Vergil watches your reaction
Yet again for something?
His brow twitches and his near permanent scowl returns, maybe you didn’t look afraid enough?
Two perfect halves of a beautiful red stone combine to make one
Two remnants of a mother lost come together in the worse way possible
Blood rains down the ceiling into a small pool in the middle of the circular room
You and Vergil watch with anticipation
Gritting your teeth waiting for something
Anything big to happen
And yet nothing
You wait for a solid minute with the very quickly becoming agitated Vergil
And nothing
The irritation and anger rolling off him is palpable in waves that rivalled tsunamis
You smartly make the decision to try and take a few precautionary steps away
Especially as he mutters to himself if maybe more blood was needed
You take a particularly large step away at that comment
Shit, maybe while he was in this mindset you could slip away
Dante was surely not too far behind-
An arm slides itself in a familiar manner across your shoulders
Nearly instantly making your stress melt away as red leather and the overwhelming scent of blood, sweat, gunpowder and cheap cologne invade your senses
You’d never thought you’d be this happy to smell Dante’s disgusting ass work Oder
Something that he knew got on your nerves when he got back from a job and would chase you around trying to give you a big hug
Just so you could smell the disgusting mix of scents under the excuse of “come here and give me some sugar, i missed you honeypie. Oh how the hours dragged on and on from my departure-“
Every time he did it you had half the mind to choke him out but instead you alternated to spritzing him with water like a cat
It worked surpassingly well
He even ended up hissing sometimes like a disgruntled cat, though you assumed that was either his inhuman traits peaking out or him playing along with the bit
The ropes that rubbed so uncomfortably against your wrists the entire time that it slowly became a numbing pain
It’s notable though when the rope is cut and falling to the floor with a small thud
Allowing you to see the redness of chaffed skin that would probably blister
Before Dante addresses his brother he seems to take a careful moment to look you over
Blue eyes tracing your body though not with his usual joking flirtatious edge
This time it’s worry
Anxiety that looks too foreign to be on his overly confident face
You step behind him when the two begin a verbal exchange
A verbal exchange that once more become psychical while you watch again from the sidelines
Mentally halfway through you kinda check out from the exhaustion
It’s been a way too long…however many hours you’d been stuck here
To be fair you had better things to worry about like survival than trying to figure out just how long you’d been kidnapped
And then an unfamiliar shot rings out
Not from ebony or ivory
But instead a new smoking barrel from a familiar face beside you
Two toned eyes stare at you in a mixture of surprise and confusion
Holy shit-
“Mary?! The hell are you doing here?!?”
“We’ll talk later.” She briefly looks at you but then directs her angered gaze to Vergil “You force my father into this and kidnap my friend?!”
she joins the fray despite being told off by Dante
Joining in on the battle with a certain rage in her eyes
Two toned eyes that you now realize were the same as Arkham’s
You think you now get why she talked about her mom and not her creepy ass dad
Wait that means that means her mom was-
Clapping then rings out
The familiar grating voice of the jester filling the stone chamber
His annoying voice mocking Mary and then Vergil as he makes quick work of the two
And in the brightly coloured demons place once more is Arkham
Keeping up the creepy performance before changing back to the jester and slamming her face into the ground
You yell out for her, wanting to race over but Dante holds you back
A look in his eyes that makes you pause
exhaustion that rivalled your own
He’s been fighting whatever was thrown at him up to this point
Stabbed, impaled, clawed, shot at and everything else your mind can picture
Not to mention him just duking it out with Vergil moments before the clowns arrival
As the long nosed bastard pointed out, their both weak
Something even more apparent as he then curb stomps Dante into the ground
The impact of which sends you flying to the floor like everyone else in the room
He switches back to the bald bastard
Explaining why it didn’t work despite the two halves of the amulet and some sort of blood of Sparda
Apparently they needed the blood of a priestess just as Sparta did to seal off the demon world
Something that is then quickly remedied with the bastard stabbing his own daughter in the leg to obtain it
Because she had the blood of that sacrificed priestess, due to her being that woman’s descendant
Red streams through the small canals in the floor of the room to the centre
Pooling like a ruby lake
He monologues more as the jester about his plan of making sure everyone duked it out
Then turning to you with a yellowed grin
Apparently he kept you around as an entertainment factor but grew tired of how Vergil kept you alive for some reason
Something he chides the half demon for
But he’s tired of you
The one rogue misstep in his elaborate scheme
Something he was going to make quick work of correcting if not for the 3 others in the room getting the jump on him
But a red glow fills the room
A platform rises and he ascends as everything shifts
He kicks the others off the stage but you
Leaving you clinging to consciousness as it ascends
You reach out a hand with blurred vision hoping for anyone to grab it
At the top of the tower Arkham boasts of becoming the new god of this world
Statues surround the circular platform as he struts around
But not before giving you a good kick in the gut
The strength of which sends you rolling across and hitting the pole that begins a mechanism to pull up several bells
Bells you’d once thought to be statues
Looking behind you see city lights twinkle like stars dotting the night sky
Clouds circling around
How you haven’t yet died from the oxygen being thin is beyond you but you attribute it to either demon nonsense or adrenaline pushing you past average the human limit
Maybe both
Blood spills out your mouth in painful coughs
Of course he had to aim for the lungs
And while you cough he says you should be grateful
Grateful to see the new god of this world before he ends your existence
Grateful you get to be the first sacrifice of many
Grateful he’ll do it in front of Dante to give you a chance to say goodbye
What an ass
The sky shifts as he names the seven deadly sins
A hellish portal opening up above and letting red aura flow down into him
Surrounding him as the wind howls and demon screeches join in a symphony
He begins to float and your left to cling to the support holding the bell
His laugh echoing out as he ascends
It makes your stomach curdle
Doesn’t help afterwards that you begin to follow him upwards as well
You nearly puke
Son of a bitch-
The demon world isn’t what you expect it to look like
Less fire and brimstone with the scent of rotten eggs and smoke
But more like weird impressionist painting of jutting stone, flowing water, diamond-like sky and purple
Just purple
Blue and red
A irony not lost on you
It would’ve made you laugh in a mixture of hysteria and dread if you weren’t 90% sure that his kick earlier broke a rib and it was currently jabbing slightly into your lung
Something even more apparent when you drop down and land harshly on a jutting slab of stone
Talk about a rough landing
And rough time for your lung because that rib has definitely now punctured it a bit more
Dear god if you survive this your hospital bills were gonna be abysmal
Arkham stands not far away in the form of some sort of demon
Large imposing horns and insect-like wings
He monologues about how this was Sparda’s true form
It explains why Dante who just joined the show seems less than amused at the spectacle
Even having the nerve to call him a backed up toilet
That gets a laugh from you, a laugh you regret a moment later when you nearly cough up a lung
Damn your hysteria making stupid decisions
And damn Dante for actually being funny for once
The fight between them is a blur once more
Clashes of swords
Yada yada
Your vision is getting a bit more blurry than you’d like to think about
Black dots appearing at the edges of your sight
But you find the will to stand
To get up
To try
Because what else can you do beside laying there
This entire time you couldn’t do anything but be a punching bag, hostage, potential therapist and yelling for Dante
If you were gonna die you might as well die trying
You get up just in time to see the fucked up copy of dante’s dad melt away into some amorphous blob of spasming shape
Purple and glowing
And plain ugly and kinda more pathetic than anything
This is what he spent years obsessing over
What he scarified his wife for
What he nearly killed his daughter for
God you hated this guy more than anything right now and all you wanted was to see him die
And by god would you try to kill that fucking clown if it was the last thing you’d do
“Dante! Got any spare guns?”
Briefly turning away from his fight with the blob he sends you a smirk “Sure thing honeypie! Curtesy of lady!”
He throws you the weapon you’d seen Mary with earlier, some sort of canon. Her blood still stains the bayonetta in which Arkham stabbed her in the leg with, a reminder of who’s place your also fighting for “this one time I’ll let that slip! Don’t think it’ll happen again though you ass!”
With Dante taking an up close and personal approach it distracts Arkham from you
Too occupied clearing the bigger threat than the sniper
But that doesn’t mean it isn’t messing him up
You aim with your admittedly unsteady vision when he’s about to get a hit on Dante
Distracting him enough for the red coat devil to evade and get a hit in
Dante can’t help but make a few quips here and there
Somehow finding ways to make even the shitiest of situations the butt of the joke
It was perhaps his greatest talent
And perhaps his greatest cooping mechanism
Though beside trauma responses you’d 100% agree the complete joke of what was Arkham
The punchline though is when Vergil arrives just in time
Putting aside even his weird rivalry with Dante to beat arkhams ass
Though not enough to not talk about retrieving his rightful power
Baby steps?
Well whatever it’s something you guess
At least he isn’t stabbing Dante again and hurtling down into hell with you thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes
The two work together nearly seamlessly to take him down
Stabbing into the blob that is Arkham as you shot yet another shot at him
All this combines in making him flail around
The twins push their respective swords through him to the others side
Either grabbing the others sword
Hacking and slashing once more at the pathetic excuse for something that was once a man
With only a shot left you line up a your final shot despite how shaky your body is
Waiting at the right moment as the twins of Sparda slice at him once more
And you pull the trigger
Sending yet another explosive shot at him
He screams out
Dange pulls out ebony and ivory, spinning them before looking briefly over his shoulder to send you a smirk
It gives Arkham enough time to send ebony out his hand though luckily Vergil takes it
Sending his brother an unimpressed look
But still sending the briefest of glances your way for a split moment
A smirk on his face as well no matter how minuscule it was
“I’ll try it your way for once”
“Remember what what we used to say?”
“DoNt dO iT”
“Do it!”
Vergil crosses ebony over ivory, you see both twins smirk
“Jackpot”
The bullets swirl around one another like ribbons
Creating a blinding light as they collide into Arkham
His final words once more about having the power of Sparda
He dies like a pathetic loser, shocking really
The man who obsessed over a dead guy for years, sacrificed his wife and attempted to kill his daughter died as a pathetic blob
You have to agree with Vergils dry remark of his final words not being classy
It gets a chuckle from you as you scale down the stone debris while ebony is tossed back to Dante
The odd spirit water surges around your ankles as Arkham melts away
Becoming nothing in the end, a fitting fate for someone like him
Above a gaping hole where the water pours into The two amulets and a sword fall into a abyss that both of them jump into
But not before Vergil grabs you to drag you in with him
Again
“Motherfucker again?!? Come on-“
The moment Vergil’s feet splash on solid ground your let go off and fall very not so gracefully to the ground
He runs to the sword before Dante can get it
Pulling it from the ground and gazing at Dante’s half of the amulet that his twin was able to snatch
Two pairs of Blue eyes narrowing at one another
“Give that to me” he extends out his hand motioning for the amulet
At that Dante looks at the necklace before tucking it behind him “no way, you got your own”
Children, both these men were god damn children
Getting up from the demon water you safely decided to limp off to the side
You smell a fight coming just like how you can smell rain before it pours
You’ve gotten your wish of helping kill the clown, now your letting them finish their business
It already felt as if you were intruding as it was
Better not get involved
“Well I want yours too” the sword is pointed out to Dante as the two circled one another
“What are you gonna do with all that power, huh? No matter how hard you try, your never gonna be like father” that taunt even from your distance seemed to piss off Vergil royally with how you see his grip tighten on the demon blade
“You’re wasting time!” He makes the first move, running with the blade held ready to strike yet there’s no clang of metal hitting one another hitting your ears all the while water coursed passed them, rushing off the cliff down into the unknown of hell itself. Instead both caught the others swords with their bare hands.
“We are the sons of Sparda!” Both begin to push the others blade back “within each of us flows his blood but more importantly his soul!”
At that both successfully push the other away
Sending water spraying everywhere
For a moment Dante’s eyes connect with your own
You see a spark in them you hadn’t seen once before
“And now my soul is saying it wants to stop you!”
“Unfortunately our souls are at odds brother” Vergil raises at hand up to his eye level clenching it dramatically as he continued “I need more power”
Did these two both go to acting school at some point?
Was being melodramatic as hell a demon thing?
Because this was borderline Shakespeare level dramatics
Or maybe you were hallucinating this due to the blood loss
Or because you were tired as all hell
Or maybe because you weren’t paid enough to deal with this-
“And we’re supposed to be twins”
“Twins…right”
They might not see it but you can definitely see how their both twins with how overly dramatic this all was-
Blades clash and the smell of iron and gun smoke fill the air
Blood flies
And your left to watch it all from the sideline
The adrenaline was beginning to ware off as the pain of your body sets in
Every breath felt like glass was pressing in your lungs
Jabbing at every inhale and exhale
Blood being coughed out in between the flurry of gunshots and swords clashing
God this sucked
You think back at your entire life up until this moment and wonder if this was worth it all
Back to your childhood filled with expectations already laid on your shoulders
The loneliness of parents who brushed your passions aside in favour of a letter on a piece of paper determining your worth to them
The way in which high school was stress upon stress with few things to relive it
Things like Mary’s company and the few electives you got to chose of your own volition
No complicated science equations or mathematical formulas to memorize
Just your own passions
Like that poetry class
And then it comes back to that night
Collage applications in their hands that they tore in front of your face
The ones you had picked on your own
The fighting with your parents
The way they threw you out without so much as a second thought
Just saying to come back when you became sensible
When you’d abandon your dreams to pursue what they’d decide for you
How you could see in their eyes they expected you to come grovelling back after about a week
Begging for them to take you back in
But then came that rush of resentment
You wouldn’t let them win
So you moved on
Tried to live because that’s all you could try to do
Even if it meant dropping out in 12th grade to try and find a job to cover for an apartment and necessities
Even if it meant abandoning everything else to at least try and make ends meet
Even if it meant getting rejected from place to place until you found that fateful advertisement
And the pain in the ass of a boss you were currently watching brawl with his brother
The same boss who made you laugh
Who walked you home on late nights and looked after you that one time you got sick
The red coat wearing idiot who’d always offer you a slice of pizza or spoonful of his strawberry sundae
Grinning all the while
The boy a the same age as you yet had lived more than a lifetimes worth of fear and trauma, the same one who’d cling to you in moments of silence like you were his only lifeline
And maybe he was yours as well
Anchoring you when all the thoughts of doubt began to set in
Of what you lost when leaving home
But then pulling you back to realize you didn’t loose much at all besides Mary
Because you never really had a home, nor parents or security
You just had yourself and the weight on your back
A weight now gone letting you decide what you wanted to do
No matter how stupid it was to stay at a store that still didn’t have a proper name
No matter how idiotic it was to stay with Dante with the risk because
He was the one person who hadn’t abandoned you
Who didn’t give up to save you from this nightmare tower
Maybe if you’d stayed with your parents your life wouldn’t have ended up this way
You’d be stuck as a lawyer or doctor but you’d have avoided this
Probably later on settled down at 25 with a match they’d set you up with
Expecting grandkids by 29 or something
All the while you lived like with a good paying job and maybe a decent person you’d have to deal with for at least the next 40 years
Yet Somehow the thought of that left you more unhappy than your circumstances now even with all the pain
Because for as shitty as this all was you’d at least lived for yourself for once
Taken the reigns of your life in your hands instead of them being in another
And you didn’t regret that
Not one bit
Hell, the only thing you regretted was not punching Arkham in his stupid jester face
Because even if you died here in pain and coughing up a lung
At least you died knowing it was your own choices leading up to here and not those of your parents
And that was a lot more satisfying than anything
Especially when you got to meet the dumbass you called both a boss and friend named Dante, meet Mary again and talk about poetry once more
Somehow that had made you happier than anything
Water splashes once more yet there’s no more clatter of swords and your attention is diverted to Vergil kneeling in the muddied water
Blood mixes in it
Though your unsure if it’s from your own or a mix from both from the showdown between brothers
Either way it runs down past Vergil to Dante at the edge of the waterfall
This felt like the end of this all
With heavy difficulty you get up, using a stone pillar to support yourself
“Am I….being defeated?” It’s uttered in disbelief as he stares down into the waters reflection
“What’s wrong? Is that all you got?” Dante moves forward in a mix of mocking and anger, “come on get up, you can do better than that”
With shaky legs you move toward the red stained twin, nearly toppling over when the ground rumbled beneath your feet.
“The portal to the human world is closing Dante.” Briefly he looks to you, something flashing in icy blue eyes as you stood a few feet from Dante using Mary’s gun to keep yourself propped up“because the amulets have been separated”
“Let’s finish this Vergil” there’s a pause “I have to stop you. even if that means killing you”. The look in his eyes is something akin to pure conviction and yet in the small shake of his grip you could see the hesitation he steeled away.
You remember the nights in which Dante would tell you about him and his brother when they were younger
He bragged he’d always won when they’d fight with wooden swords
His bravado and general overconfidence made you remark sarcastically that you were sure that had happened
Getting in response an arm thrown around your shoulder and him resting his head atop yours
A complaint of falling from his mouth yet he still looked satisfied with himself
The same grin
The same blue eyes that peaked past untamed white hair with a certain nostalgic haze
Yet now those eyes hardened themselves
And you can’t help but both hope and dread if he was right
If he really won all those matches as a kid when Vergil readies his blade and Dante readies his own
They charge
Boots creating large splashes
Water rushing past them
Dante running away from you and Vergil headed to your direction near the edge
Both yell while charging yet all you can focus on is the water and sickening slash
Metal glimmers at the perfect angle to create a horizontal line of light
And then red
Red spews across the air and mixes once more into the water
With baited breath you wait and neither move
Until the pained groan of Vergil stumbles from his lips and his necklace clatters along with the blades
He picks it up as Dante puts away his sword
Vergil takes a step back
Clutching the necklace in a near crushing intensity
Trying to convince him this isn’t the way would be for naught with him
Vergil is someone who’d died of his own stubbornness and with his ideals
It’s something both maddening and something you can’t help but respect in a odd way
“No one can have this Dante. It’s mine, it belongs to a son of Sparda!” He takes more steps back towards the edge, shit no-
“Don’t do it!” Despite the pain you push forwards, despite the fact you know you won’t convince him, once more you try
Dante realizes what he’s about to do as well, surging forwards as you did but you’re both met with blade pointed to your necks. “Leave me and go, if neither of you want to be trapped in the demon world” eyes flicked between you and his brother as he clutches the amulet tightly “I’m staying, this place was our fathers home”. He gets closer to the edge, nearing the tip off point.
He leans back as you and Dante move forwards, hands outstretched to try and grab him. Though one is cut whilst the other is left untouched.
Staring down as he’s encompassed by the unknown of hell you keep your eyes locked with his. Though he was an ass, an egocentric focused on a vain goal of his own pride you still can’t help but cry for him as your knees hit the hard rock and you reach your hand out despite the fact he’s too far gone to save. Because for as much as he detested his humanity, he was undoubtedly human in the most tragic sense.
He was human in his pain, human in his hate, human in the way he held a passion for old poetry and longed for connection even if he’d never admit it. And he was certainly human when in the last moments before he disappeared into darkness his eyes stared deep into your own. Widening ever so slightly at the fact you still outstretched your hand to him, that you cried for him despite it all.
In those eyes in those last moments you see the human longing for companionship, of not wanting to be alone anymore. Whilst in your tear stained ones he sees the truth of the matter. You wanted to save him. Both here as he plunged into hell and back when you warned him of opening Pandora’s box, you did it because you wanted to save him.
Because For some foolish reason you cared for him.
(And that sticks with him far more than you’d ever know)
Blood stains your shoulder as he places a hand on it
The one Vergil sliced yet was healing and closing into a faded memory if not for the slice on the glove as well
It snaps you from staring down into darkness, hand still reaching to grasp a hand that you’d never hold
It closes tightly, leaving crescent indents in your palm
“Let’s go” his words remain empty. Gone is his usual playfulness or lighthearted tone. Just empty and desolate.
Quietly you nod, getting up once more despite the pain with a small grimace
You’d rather not let him know right now how injured you are
He lost his brother again for fucks sake
Hiding your limp and the strain of carrying Mary’s weapon you watch him pick up the sword he and Vergil raced to obtain earlier
It’s not triumphant in any sort of way
It’s just a tragedy
One giant tragedy of two brothers
The sky back home is darkened by clouds as the destruction of the tower and demons loom like a veil of grief
Wind blows through now abandoned buildings
And silence permeates just about everything besides yours and Dante’s footsteps
You nearly cry when you see Mary
Her mismatched gaze locking with yours after a brief moment of surprise
“Phew, What an ordeal” Dante acts nonchalant but you know he’s hiding his hurt. Mary’s canon is slung over his shoulder after he saw you struggle in carrying it awhile back. “You’re still here?”
“I need that back” her eyes leave yours to linger on her canon before returning to you “and I need some answers from you later”. You nod, and Dante goes to hand her back the canon-
He pulls back at the last second “no late charges I hope. I also let them borrow it as well though seems like they already have the friend discount”
Mary hums, “I’ll think of your charge. But for them it’s free”. Getting back her weapon she handle it with care, slinging it onto her back.
Dante moves and you stand beside him watching the sky, “we should be fine for now. But I’m sure they’ll be back soon, very soon”. Your hand grips his coat sleeve, and you feel his arm shake slightly.
“Are you crying?”
“It’s only the rain” the answer is immediate and yet despite the cloudy sky no water poured.
“The rain stopped already Dante” it comes more like a pained wheeze which gains a concerned look from both of them. They look like they’re gonna stop their conversation but you just grin in a silent gesture for them to continue. they need this, Dante needs this, and you won’t let yourself be the reason they stop.
“Devils never cry”
“I see….maybe somewhere out there even a devil may cry when he loses a loved one. Don’t you think?”
“Maybe…” there’s the slightest bit of hope in the response that makes you smile ever so slightly as you grip on his coat goes slack and your legs give out.
Distantly you hear both of them yell your name before succumbing to darkness.
As a kid the only activity your parents signed you up for that you enjoyed in any capacity was choir
It was a pastime that had you away from under their thumb
A small haven from the empty crypt you called a home
It felt nice being apart of something as a collective and not on a stage alone with the spotlight solely on you
All the other activities they had signed you up for were individual
So the attention was on you constantly
If you messed up it would be noticed
And if you faltered for even a moment their eyes would scowl from the crowd
But in choir it was different, You harmonized with others
Joining together no matter how small your role was to create a beautiful symphony of noise that echoed in the halls
A lot of what you remember is just vague notes and melodies
Latin dripping from your tongue and becoming garbled to the sands of time
But you can’t help but think back to one song though
It was old and fractured and broken
You couldn’t remember the lyrics but you did remember the melody and solemn organ
your choir teacher at the time insisted you all try it
At least to give it a chance despite its broken nature
That melody of garbbled sounds you’ll never know the meaning to stuck with you in the depths of your mind
And even when you forgot how you knew the melody in the first place it had remained
That minute long chorus into some greater song dances in your mind once more
You hum to it
Singing with it as though you were back in those piers in white robes and little angel wings
A halo of golden tinsel above your head
But in that mass of voices you hear a familiar one
Dante-
It pulls you from unconsciousness
At first you feel before you properly understand anything around you
Soft material under you
Something heavy but warm laid over you
And the rough material of bandages compressing your chest
Distantly you hear the song quietly sung
And then comes sight and your met with the sight of the wrecked store
The jukebox is busted
Pool table in two with the balls scattered on the floor
Desk splintered in half
Drum set and guitar smashed in the corner
The fan was in pieces on the dirty and broken floor
Yet somehow miraculously the couch you were on was alright minus the greasy pizza stains you’d failed previously to wash out
Trying to sit up is met with instant regret, a sound of pain escaping you
The material covering you that you now realize to be Dante’s jacket falling off to the ground
The song stops
But with that came the jingle of a familiar chain to a necklace guarding a key to the underworld
“Easy there, you need to rest up before you start trying to do anything. Doctors orders”
Gently, hands that had killed so many demons and spilled such blood pushes you back into laying down properly
Then draping his coat back over you
Thankfully it seemed he had the foresight to wash it
A small victory
“How do you feel?”
“I’d say like hell but that be ironic”
That gets a small chuckle from him
On the small couch he sits himself by your legs
Not sitting in his typical spread out manner to ensure you have enough space to laze comfortably
“Where’s Mary?”
“Mar- oh right lady. She’s off to get you some prescription. I opted to stay here and make sure you didn’t wake up and start trying to fix the place when half dead” the last part comes out a bit harsh but you guess you kinda deserve that.
“Ah…what’s with you calling her lady?”
“Said she preferred that now….that Mary died a long time ago”
It goes back to an awkward silence
Your mind racing with thoughts
His as well with how he tapped his finger against his leg
Silence permeates with nothing to fill it
It’s uncomfortable
Not like the silence you’d used to have sparingly with him, especially when he once had a need to fill it with something
Yet again a tactic he used to defuse nerves
But now there’s nothing
He wants to say something
He always wants to talk but now he genuinely wants to say something
Yet he holds back
Let’s it die in his throat when he tunes his gaze to you
Guilt creeping up in him evident by how he quickly then averts his gaze
Unable to look at you
There’s a moment it looks like he wants to reach a hand to you
To place it on your leg as a means of comfort
Yet he hesitates Pulling back as if his touch would burn you
All the while you lay on the couch with him by your feet
This feels so weird
You want to move but you know the reaction and answer you’ll get
So you lay there
A pillow propped up against the arm while his jacket acted as your blanket
And silence permeates for minutes on end as he sits there
Observant and looking as if a single sound would send him into fight mode
A bit paranoid even for his traumatized teenage mind
The juxbox is broken
So there’s no way he can play something to calm himself down
A habit you noticed when he was particularly stressed
But maybe-
“Were you singing earlier?”
Your voice feels raw, you hadn’t noticed it until just now
Like you had garbled sand into glass
You can’t sing like this
But maybe he could
“Yeah, why?”
“What….what was that song you were singing?”
“It was something my mom taught me, uhhhh something like “devils never cry”? They made it into a kick ass rock song-”
“I learned it in choir class, it was my favourite. It’s been a long time since I’ve heard it….can you sing it for me Dante?”
He quirks a brow “you’re full of surprises you know. I’m not gonna lie and say I remember it well or that it’s accurate because I think it’s a translated version I was taught. but, whatever the patient wants I guess…All days, I'm looking in the Deep water flowing into me, Where are all tears, are they fallen? Tell me why I feel them in me? One day, they'll tell me what I'm exactly, Tears don't fall, I'll never heal them”
Mary- er lady helps with Dante in taking care of you
Apparently after you passed out the two had rushed to a hospital while dealing with demons
And your prediction of a rib poking into your lung was correct
A bit too correct for your own sake
Safe to say the bills were expensive and in the crossfire of all that your apartment wasn’t exempt from the destruction the hell tower you now learned was called the “temen-ni-Gru” had caused
Aka your building was destroyed in the madness and now you had to find someplace else to crash
You’d be more upset if you had more to move and mourn
But honestly you had bare necessities
And your apartment admittedly sucked so much so you were already looking for another place
So for now you were crashing at the store
That now finally had a name
Devil may cry
A fitting name and much more easy to use instead of “the store”
Like you’d had to use for months up to this point
Made you sound ominous when you said you worked at “the store”
Anyways
The two took shifts and turns
One staying while the other went out to do whatever
Presumably killing the few straggler demons that didn’t go down with the tower
Dantes been more silent than usual but at least for now you excuse it
He lost his brother and now he had to look after you
Not exactly a fun combination with the fact of the store needing to be fixed
But with that comes talking with lady
Catching up on what had happened
And finally the talk you’d both been needing to have
One seemingly long overdue when she sits down beside you
Hands folded and the canon you now knew as Kalina Ann propped up on a folding chair
You’d have to add buying new furniture for dmc to the list of stuff to do later
“So….why’d you do it?” Lady is quiet, her words more like a secret than anything
“Do what?”
“Run away?”
So they told People you ran away instead of them kicking you out?
You aren’t exactly surprised but did they really think it would make them look much better?
A sigh voluntarily leaves you
Depending on the lengths they went missing posters might be up
You hope to whatever god there may or may not be that they wouldn’t that go that far
But considering this is the first time you’d stood your ground against them and didn’t come crawling back…
Well, control freaks will do what they can to reel you back in no matter the cost
Especially since they were hinging on a cushy future in which they retired early and relied on you as an atm
“Sure running away, that’s definitely what you call throwing your kid out to the curb because they won’t become a lawyer and saying not to come back until they changed their mind” the tone is slightly bitter but not aimed to her, moreso the circumstance
At hearing that you see her mismatched eyes widen a bit
Pits of Emerald green and ruby red peering into that of your own
Seeing truth and bitterness stew in them
But at their core was sadness and hope
Bitterness at the memories
Yet a hope for the future
Something she’d never quite seen in your eyes
And it’s something you can’t see in hers anymore
For the whole she’d been looking after you it’s been present
Looming over the girl that had been your friend
Grief
Loss
And an overarching sense that she’s on the brink of collapse
Can’t blame her either
Not after whatever she’s been through up till now
All on her own after her mom died left to stew in anger
Only for now the grief to hit her full force for not only Miss Ann
But also for the memory of what once was her family
For her kind mother whom she talked about in earnest
Who despite never meeting you always packed extra snacks for Mary to share with you
For a father there but always absent
Nose stuck in his studies whom she talked of in hopes of earning his attention
Until that faded as years passed
And what’s left is a bitterness to the man who took everything
Who tried to kill her
Who killed her mom
His own wife
All for the sake of an obsession that would be for nothing because ultimately he only experienced the power he wanted for mere moments
Leaving Mary the unfortunate victim in it all
You don’t have the right to continue complaining about your parental situation to her
Not with what she’s experienced
Not with what she’s lost in such a short period of time
But her eyes are what stop you
Brimming with emotion
Two toned eyes of emerald green and ruby red
They shine like jewels too
Pretty and glimmering in the dull lighting of devil may cry
“Why did you never tell me how bad they were to you?” Her question is quiet at first but gains volume from a faint whisper to a steadfast tone as she then asks “why didn’t you come to me when you were kicked out?”
“I just….at school and with you I wanted to be normal. I didn’t want to think about what’s at home when I walked through the doors I wanted to be my age for once, and I felt that way only with you till now.” As for that second question, it’s a bit of harder thing to admit to her let alone yourself “i was panicked…I didn’t know what to do and I didn’t want to be a burden-”
“Burden?” It’s uttered in disbelief “how can you think like that! You’re never a burden to me! I was worried sick and they said you ran off! And I was alone and then I lost my mom”she pauses at that, going suddenly quiet as the words died in her mouth.
Your not really sure what to say after that
Neither is she
She just stays motionless besides the shake in her hands
In all your years of knowing her you’d never seen her like this
Even when she scraped her knee on the playground
She’d always been strong
Always held back tears even when her boyfriend in first year dumped her just before winter break
Always had been the strong shoulder for you to lean on when you were upset
And yet that girl is gone
Mary is dead and lady is what’s left of that girl
The bitterness
The resentment
the overwhelming grief of loosing both her parents
And most importantly the loneliness of it all
And your left to hold those pieces of her
Both emotionally as she breaks from the strenuous weight of everything crashing on her now
And physically as you push past your discomfort and pain to hold her close
She hesitates for a moment
Unsure and unsteady
But eases and pulls your closer
Holding you as if you were her last lifeline
Because in a way you are her lifeline
You are the last good thing from Mary’s life that still remains
And though that girl is dead, lady clings to that barest pinprick of light
Because when being born again from rage and anger with her revenge now satiated
What more does she have?
“I…I’m sorry” she’s desolate, quiet and a tad withdrawn until you pull her close. She’d always been the one you leaned on, but Mary was gone and it was time for you to repay the favour to what’s left of her.
“No, I’m sorry too. I should’ve contacted you, did anything sooner….i was scared and wanted to start over now that i had the chance. I should’ve thought of how you felt”
She’s silent for a few moments, but draws herself closer into your embrace. “We’re both pretty messed up huh?”
You can’t help but laugh a bit at that. “Yeah…guess we are. But we have each other again, and I think that’s what matters most right now”
She nods, and that’s all that needs to be said
….Well besides “I can get revenge on your parents-“ and “how about we talk about that later Lady”
He’s distant and stuck in his head more than before
It’s something that most wouldn’t notice since he tries to act like his typical self
Lady falls for it, though reluctantly because she doesn’t know him well but writes off why his smiles don’t reach his eyes
But you’d known Dante for about a year now
You’d known him long enough to notice when he’s off
It’s in the way his jokes aren’t the same
How he can’t properly look at you as he did before, with a sense of ease and joy that’s now damped
The drumming of his fingers and the thump of his boot against the floor creating soft creaks in the hardwood
you can tell whatever he didn’t say before was eating away at him
This wasn’t just grief (though that was still heavily apart of this) but rather something else that you can’t name until he was honest with it
Now, you wouldn’t particularly call yourself a confrontational person
You’d rather roll over than raise your voice or objection to your parents until that fateful night
And even then you mostly stood there being yelled at
You’d hardly name that a battle of words
But when it came to you, you wouldn’t do much to stand up for yourself
But this wasn’t about you
This was about Dante
And for as much as you could rot in silence like a forgotten fruit at the back of the fridge, you wouldn’t let Dante do the same
Not with how you see it absolutely eating at him
Just as it did to you before
Because you can see yourself so badly in him
And it hurts more than your currently broken chest
So when it’s finally his turn to stay with you while lady was out you take the chance
Because you can lose your apartment, your cold childhood home and what little shit you had
But you couldn’t lose him
You wouldn’t let him slip through your fingers and plunge into a different darkness that was all to similar to that of the hell Vergil voluntarily fell into
Not if you could do anything about it
“You’ve been more quiet as of late…”
“Really?”
“Yeah…”
It goes back to silence for a few minutes
This idiot isn’t taking the bait to air out his thoughts
Maybe you’d have to go the direct route instead
“So….are you gonna tell me what you wanted to say a few days ago?”
“Who’s to say I had anything on my mind”
You can’t help but roll your eyes at that, then reaching over to grab his shoulder. He was gonna run and you’re not letting him. “I know you well enough to know when you stuck in your head about something Dante…just please be honest and tell me. I don’t like seeing you distant like this”
There’s a pause in his actions at your touch, whatever was compelling him to run being stopped in his tracks. And then he answers “why’d you not say anything?”
“About what”
“Your injuries! You were hurt and on the brink of dying and you didn’t say anything about it!”
“Dante you had just lost your brother. You had other things to deal with-“
“And I could’ve lost you too on top of that as well! Because I didn’t notice you were on the brink of dying and you didn’t say anything!”
His eyes are clouded now in tears, glossy and making the blue shine like jewels
In any other scenario you’d admire the beauty in them
Yet all you see is pain refracted in the pools
Dante looks less his age and more like a scared little boy
But maybe that’s what he’s always been at heart
A scared boy still trapped in that hiding place as the house burned around him
Arms wrapped around himself to try and feel the fleeting warmth of his mothers touch
Loss drenches him to the bone
And you now realize that you’d nearly made it worse by brushing it off
But you can’t be fully to blame
Not when all your life you’d been raised to push away your own feelings
Your pain for others around you
And yet now he wants you to bare it to him
To ripe yourself open at its most tender
Because he was scared for you
Because he truly cared just as lady did
“You nearly died because of me, you were dragged into this because of me. Because I was selfish and couldn’t let go even when I knew it’d be dangerous. I….I shouldn’t have….you’d be safer if you left. Found another job and got away from here” it come out as a quiet whisper from him, his hair overshadowing his face and obscuring his eyes. You’d known him well enough though to know they were brimming with tears. You knew at the end there was also the unsaid notion of “away from me” Did this goof really think that after all this you’d leave? Knowing how much pain he was going through and had admitted to you he was scared of being alone again. Shaking your head your hand finds his, fingers linking together.
“You’re an idiot you know? You think I’m gonna leave you here when you still need me to remind you of the overdue bills? This place would go under if not for me. I’m not going anywhere”
“I’m being serious here for once-“
“I know damn it, but you listen to me for a minute before you get it all up in your head and make a decision without my input” it’s a bit sharp but you need to right now, he’s spiraling and already trying to decide to push you away. With a groan you slowly lift yourself up, getting a sound of protest from him before you silenced him with your open palm telling him to stop. Hesitantly he does so, watching you struggle but eventually sit up, hand clenching his. “I’m happy here Dante”
“Your happy here?” It’s spoken in disbelief. Maybe all your bitching had made him think otherwise but you did enjoy your time here, you wouldn’t trade it for the world or whatever cushy future your parents wanted. “Your happy here after all this? After you nearly died because of m-“
“I’m gonna stop you right there. We’ve had this conversation before and I didn’t know then but I know now why I want to stay despite the risks. Dante I never really lived before now. My life was made up for me and my outcome was predetermined before I was kicked out. And sure, maybe staying here is dangerous” you think of that future if you’d stayed and done what your parents wanted, an older unhappy version of you staring blankly in your mind “but danger is apart of life, you can’t live without it. And I’ve never been more happier, more free than I am here. So no, I don’t care about the danger I’m staying…understand?”. You see his eyes, they’re brimming with tears and more emotions than you can processed. But beneath it all you see Dante. The kind annoying dork who like his brother longed for companionship. His lips upturn ever so slightly as your free hand not entwined with his gently finds itself cupping his cheek, thumb wiping away a tear he didn’t realize had fallen.
“I’m staying and I don’t intend on leaving anytime soon even when things get dicey….understand?”
“Yeah…loud and clear honeypie”
You let the use of that horrid nickname slide once again with only a roll of your eyes. You’d never admit that it maybe made you smile, something you’ll deny vehemently when he inevitably brings it up later.
But for now at least it’s ok.
You’re both gonna be ok.
“Hey Dante?”
“Yeah?”
“It’s good to be back”
…….“good to have you back hon-“
“Finish that sentence and I’ll make you sign all the work orders required to fix this place”
you thought it to be a blessing to finally have all the devil may cry games on one console. all downloaded and installed and ready to play. not once noticing that something always seems a little off.
You were far from blessed, far from being lucky, and far from finding that sweet spot where you aren’t eternally suffering from the tortuous 8 to 5 and hastily enjoying the sweet comforts of your apartment between the hours of 6 pm to 7am. But hey, anything to get your parents off your back for a lifetime or two. Though, despite your personal troubles, you did have ways to enjoy yourself. One of the ways you had found was plopping down in your lounge chair, kicking back, and turning on your console – waking it from sleep mode.
“Wonder if the games fully downloaded.”
When your console booted up and you clicked on your profile so that the home screen appeared, you let out a small cheer when you all the Devil May Cry games have successfully downloaded while mentally thanking whatever god was out there for not letting any errors pop up during the install.
Smiling to yourself, you clicked on the first game. Thanks to the games being remastered for the new console, you were excited to see the new graphics. Finally, you didn’t have to pull out your old console and dust off the chewed through power cable in hopes that it would run your old games.
You immediately pressed play on the first game, it was the weekend, you were on vacation, you were getting paid while on vacation, and you had no plans anywhere or with anyone. For once, you could finally relax and replay the games you fell in love with when you were younger.
“Then, once I replay through these, I can finally play DMC5. Mannn, I haven’t gotten to try it out yet. I didn’t even know it existed until a few days ago.”
Getting comfortable in your chair, you threw your legs over the armrest and sat sideways, eyes focused on the screen as the game finally started.
Dante, all the while, felt how taut his muscles were as if he was stretching after a seriously long nap. You were back. Took you long enough.
Dante could remember when he first heard you. Truth be told, he wasn’t always “self aware,” in fact, if he was being honest, then he didn’t even know you existed until the second playthrough you did in the first game on your old, beat up ps3.
While you were playing, unbeknownst to him, he had gotten a strong sense of deja vu when he was playing through the story, and then there was the little echo every now and again. An echo that became more and more prominent that sometimes he would intentionally not say a line just to hear another voice say instead.
“Jackpot!”
Definitely not his voice, and he knew he wasn’t going crazy.
“Aww, he didn’t say it after the move combo this time…”
Move combo?
It wasn’t until a cutscene played through that he saw you. A snot-nosed brat, eyes glued to the TV as you stood in front of it with your hands gripping the controller. You, in layman’s terms, were a dork. A dork who he got to know over years of multiple play throughs and new title releases. A dork who wasn’t actually a dork, but just a girl who learned to pick herself up despite everything going against her.
Much like how you saw his life, he also saw yours. Granted, he only saw snippets where you saw (almost) everything, but it still counted for something. He saw you start crying because you bombed a social studies test, watched you get grounded and yelled at for something you didn’t do, watch you make an “oh shit” face when you realized you hadn’t done your chores for the night when your parents pulled into the driveway. He also saw your struggles in college if only for a moment before you took a long, long break from playing video games.
Now, at the beginning, he did try to ignore your voice, your struggles, you. But he found that to be nearly impossible as he enjoyed your company since you saw what most others didn’t. Besides, it wasn’t like it was always serious. You cheered for him during fights (which you were in control of, but cheered nonetheless especially during a tough battle) and also took your time to ogle and gush over him. Though, he could also remember your panicked voice when you were running him around after he got hit because you weren’t paying attention…
But whatever, you were finally back, and since you were finally here again it was time he and everyone else got to work too.
Since your disappearance, many had agreed to try to find a way to bring you to their world. To their reality. To you, they were fictional characters, but to them this was real. Besides, he was at least 43% certain you would enjoy hanging out with him, then going to some lame job all the time (which he was proud of you for, of course!). The last time he saw you, you were in the deep throws of college while looking like you were about to have a mental breakdown. So to see you again, with your own apartment and having your own job, well, it was cool to see.
Besides, you looked like you needed an escape anyway, and if there was a way to bridge hell to earth with a stupid ass portal, then there was definitely a way to get to your world from here too. The only problem was how to find it or how to create it.
Faintly he could hear you say “this party is getting crazy, let’s rock!”
He laughed a little as you both continued through the story line of the first game well into the night. And it wasn’t until your clock red 4am did you finally start nodding off. Stretching, you saved a new game file and exited the game. Even if you were on vacation, you knew that sleep was still important (along with actually remembering to eat breakfast).
Meanwhile, Dante tossed an old relic onto a table in front of everyone the moment the game closed, and he turned into his “present self.”
He and the others found a way to bring you to their world. Though there were a few problems. One of the main concerns being … no one was sure what time frame you would end up in or where you would teleport to. The demons they had to bargain with (and later kill) in order to find this relic weren’t exactly helpful in explaining its use. All they would offer is that it would bring you to their world albeit with consequences. Which was the next question. Was the risk worth it? It was your life they were putting on the line after all.
It wasn’t like any of them had time to digest the question thoroughly before the wall exploded and a fight broke out. A few demons making a dash for them while others were making a break for the relic on the table.
So, who knows? Maybe at the end of the day, some things were just meant to happen.
his idea of the perfect date is pizza, you and some good alcohol
Maybe he will play some romantic music
Probably will change the song for something else after few minutes
He will ask you to dance
Or dance for you if you don’t like dancing
You will probably end up bit tipsy after all
Let’s be honest, this man is such a tease
Little kisses on your neck
Compliments like „you smell so nice” or „can i taste you?”
Nsfw!
you will end up having sex on his desk
One of his favorite place (don’t tell anyone it’s a secret)
He will be teasing you about this next day with his stupid comments
Freak
Vergil
Sfw!
This man would actually try to make your every date unforgettable
He would probably take you for some nice dinner
Somewhere where is calm (i feel like he enjoys the silence because he doesn’t want to hear anything that is not you)
It’s all about YOU
He wants to show you how much he adores you
After the dinner he would absolutely love to take you for some walk!
Maybe park or some pretty nice garden if you would want to?
He would probably write some poem for you that he would hold in his pocket but he would be scared that you won’t like it and finally would never give it to you
Nsfw!
consent is sooo important to him
He won’t even touch you if you don’t tell him that you want it
He just wants you to feel comfortable and good
Sex after date will only happen if you will initiate it
Lady
Sfw!
some nice bar, good drinks and you two having fun
I think she would also enjoy cinema date, but everything is fine with her as long as you are with her
You would probably end up eating pizza and getting drunk together
This woman absolutely adores you
But she is rather teasing type of partner that doesn’t show affection in typical way
She will compliment you but instead of saying „i like your hair” she will say „i hope you won’t get bald”
One thing is sure date with her never will be boring
And you two always have interesting stories from them
Nsfw!
she is such a tease
Even bigger than Dante
She likes to experiment
If you would be out together she would ask you totally as a „joke” do you want to go to sex shop with her
You will end up buying sometjing freaky and using it if you agree
Bog fan of sex with music
She is not serious during sex
She likes to joke
She is not romantic tbh
She can get passionate if she is in mood
Switch btw
She is really touchy
Praise kink
She loves marking you
She is really playfull during sex
Absolutely loves to have you on her laps
Trish
Sfw!
Any date including good alcohol and fun is perfect for her
You could go on party together or spend time together at home, your choice
If you paint your nails, she would love to give you a manicure.
She would like to eat some nice, romantic food like heart-shaped cookies, strawberries in chocolate
She would wear her best outfit
If you would like to she would choose also your outfit
Maybe some matching?
She loves sipping some drink and looking at you when you when you are talking
She obviously is listening too!!!
She loves eyes contact
If you are shy she finds it cute when you break it and blush
She loves giving you compliments as much as she loves to get them
„They asked for no pickles” type of gf
She loves to dance with you when music she likes is playing
She gives you a lot of attention
Like really she can not seem this type of person but she is such s protective girlfriend
Nsfw!
switch
She is bit freaky not as freaky as Dante but still
she would wear the nicest lingerie sets for her partner
SHE HAS MARKING KINK
It doesn’t matter are you marking her or is she marking you, she just loves hickeys, bites, scratches
she will be careful at begging but then can be rough if you want
