Hey there! So @dmc-oc-week-specialedition is just around the corner, and they're having a little Halloween event before the fun itself begins. So I figured I'd write a little something for it! It's a short little fic, but I hope it's enjoyable regardless!
“Thank you again for coming here on such short notice, Kay. I’m really sorry for calling you over here at the last minute,” Kyrie apologized, for what had to have been the fifth time.
Kay looked up at her from the bowl she was mixing and lightly shook her head. “Kyrie, it’s fine, I told you,” she said with a giggle. “It’s no problem at all.” If anything, she was glad to have a reason to come out to Fortuna. She hadn’t been able to make her way out here in quite some time, things had been far too busy lately, so she’d have taken any excuse to come over to see her friends. Especially considering the occasion.
Nero and Kyrie had decided to throw a Halloween party for the kids at the orphanage. And like any party, it required some set-up. But even with Nero having demon powers, trying to get everything done by themselves was impossible, so they decided to call over some extra hands. Which was why Kay was now standing in the orphanage’s kitchen, making some baked goods for the party.
Kay had jumped at the chance to help out. Not just because she loved being able to bake or because she wanted to see everyone in Fortuna, but because she absolutely loved Halloween. It was one of her favorite holidays of all time. The treats, the costumes, the horror movies, she loved it all with a passion! And there was just no way she was gonna leave these kids without a chance to enjoy the best holiday ever, she was gonna make sure it turned out great for them.
Kyrie smiled at her sheepishly, still feeling a little guilty despite the reassurances. Even if Kay wasn’t upset, she was sure she’d interrupted her own Halloween plans by having her come over. But if she said it was fine, she wasn’t about to budge on that point. She knew that much. She went over to roll out the cookie dough she’d been working on, figuring she might as well change the subject. “So then, you two brought your costumes, right?”
“Of course we did,” Kay answered as she mixed up the brownie batter. “After all, what Halloween party would it be if we didn’t wear costumes?” Sure, the kids would all be in costumes, the party was for them after all, but she wasn’t about to be stopped from enjoying one of the best parts of the holiday. “How about you guys?”
“Well, Nico said she has a costume, but I don’t know what it is,” Kyrie admitted. The mechanic had insisted on keeping it a surprise. “She’s assured me though that it’s child friendly, so no worrying about that.”
“I mean, I’d think Nico would know better than to wear an inappropriate costume at a kid’s party,” Kay laughed. “After all, she knows wearing something raunchy would make you mad, and making you mad is like having a death wish.”
Kyrie giggled. “True. I might not have demon powers, but I’m a feisty one when I’m mad.” She finished rolling the dough and playfully flexed one of her arms for emphasis.
Kay laughed as she poured the batter into the tray. “What about you and Nero?”
Kyrie winked and giggled. “Sorry, it’s a secret~!” She began placing the cookie cutters into the dough. “You’ll just have to wait until tonight to see it.”
Oh, so that’s how it was gonna be? Two could play at that game. “Well, guess that means you’ll have to wait to see what our costumes are too.”
The door to the kitchen opened, causing both girls to turn their heads at the new arrival. Standing there was V, wearing a black tuxedo with a cape, and a white mask covering the right side of his face. Well, so much for keeping the costumes a secret. If only he knew how bad his timing was. “Pardon my interruption,” he said, walking towards the sink. “I required a break from decorating and figured I could grab myself some water.” He pulled out an empty water bottle as he spoke, showing how empty it was.
“It’s fine, we were just getting ready to put these in the oven anyhow,” Kyrie said, as she transferred the cut cookies onto a baking sheet.
“You’re not overdoing it, are you?” Kay asked, looking over V in concern. Even though he wasn’t anywhere near as frail as he was back in June, he had a habit of pushing himself beyond his limits on accident. Which meant that she had to make sure he wasn’t pushing himself too hard. “Your foot’s not acting up, is it?”
V chuckled as he refilled the water bottle. “I promise you I’m not going overboard, Starlight,” he said. “And my foot is fine. I did bring my cane with me and would be using it if needed. Besides, Nero is keeping a close eye on me, so I doubt I’ll do anything too strenuous under his watch.” He wouldn’t admit it, but he was grateful for his nephew’s help in this matter. He’d never been to a Halloween party before, and he’d certainly hate to miss out on the fun all because he exhausted himself before it could even begin.
“Just making sure, you can’t exactly blame me for that.”
“No, I certainly can’t. Griffon does enjoy reminding me how much of a handful I am.”
The oven beeped, signaling it was done preheating. Kyrie and Kay grabbed their respective treats and placed them on separate racks in the oven. The timer was set, and Kyrie decided to ask the question that was on both of their minds. “So V, why do you have your costume on already? The party’s not starting until this evening.”
V blinked a few times before looking from Kay to Kyrie back and forth. It only seemed to dawn on him right then that they weren’t wearing their costumes either. “I guess that’d explain why no one else is wearing their costumes,” he admitted.
The girls giggled at his response. “Yeah, it’s not time to put them on yet,” Kay said. “After all, I don’t think it’d be a good idea to try baking in them.” What with all the flour and frosting and batter that could easily be spilled. And she definitely didn’t want to get anything on her costume.
That reasoning made sense to him. Now that he thought about it, it would probably be easier to get decorating done if he wasn’t in costume. “…I suppose I got ahead of myself then,” he said, not knowing how else to respond.
“Yeah, a little bit,” Kay said. She walked over to him and pulled him down to kiss him on the cheek.
“At least I now know for the future.”
“If it helps, I think you look very handsome, V,” Kyrie said, hoping to alleviate V’s potential embarrassment a little. “You make a perfect Phantom of the Opera.”
V smirked back at the singer. “Thank you, Kyrie.” He took Kay’s hand in his own and pulled her closer to him. “But wait until you see my Christine. She’ll look absolutely stunning.” He kissed her hand, causing Kay to blush.
“Well, um, it’s not that amazing, h-he’s exaggerating,” she stammered, though she knew that she wouldn’t be able to convince her otherwise.
“I’m looking forward to seeing it,” Kyrie said, giving Kay a break. It was always fun watching the two of them flirt, they made a good pair. “You should probably head back to decorating though, we still have work to do and so do you.”
Ah yes, the others would start wondering where he was if he continued to loiter here. “True, the last thing you two need is Griffon flying in here and yelling his beak off,” he admitted. He let go of Kay and began to make his way to the door. “I shall take my leave now.” He gave one last glance at Kay before leaving. “I’ll see you later, my angel of music.” And with that flirtatious comment, he was gone.
Kay let out a sigh of relief, silently thanking Kyrie for the save. “Well, guess you know what we’re going as,” she nervously laughed.
“I think it’s fitting for you two,” Kyrie said as she took out a bag of apples. “You do love that story after all.”
“It was V’s idea, actually,” Kay corrected, taking out large containers of caramel and chocolate sauce. “Don’t tell him I said this, but I think he’s excited to be celebrating Halloween for the first time in years. I doubt he’s celebrated it since he was a kid, and well, that was a really long time ago.”
Kyrie nodded her head, well aware of V’s unique circumstances for existing. It was strange to think the man was once a part of Nero’s father, but the world of demons was full of strange occurrences as she’d learned over the years. She wasn’t even sure if it was the weirdest thing she’d heard of. “I hope he enjoys the party,” she said. “Even though it’s mainly for the kids, I want everyone to have fun.”
Kay smiled softly, of course Kyrie had been thinking of everyone. Knowing her, her real reason for inviting them was for them to have fun and relax, something that hadn’t been easy since the Qliphoth incident. She really was thoughtful like that. “Don’t worry, I’m sure he will. I’ll make sure of it.”
“I’m sure you will, though with you here I’m sure he’d have a good time no matter what.”
Kay rolled her eye. “Yeah, yeah, so you say,” she said. “Now come on, these apples won’t dip themselves.” She looked at the single bag Kyrie had pulled out skeptically. “You sure those are gonna be enough?”
“Oh don’t worry, I got plenty of other bags,” Kyrie said. “Just thought we’d get through this one first and go from there.”
Kay shook her head. At least she was prepared. “Alright, let’s get to it then!”
As the two girls continued to prepare their treats for the evening, Kay had a good feeling that no matter how exactly the evening would go, she would have a fun time with her friends and partner. After all, it was hard for her to not have fun on Halloween, and with her partner there by her side she knew it’d be even more fun than it would’ve been otherwise.
Man, I really need more art of this fucker, don't I? The image is relevant though, I swear.
Ah well, here's the next post for @dmc-oc-week-specialedition! Admittedly I probably focused more on his background in Day 3's prompt, so this is more about his family really, but it's fiiiiiine. Tomorrow's prompt will definitely make up for it though, so look forward to it!
When they were still alive, Avalon had a good relationship with his parents. They both cared for him and did their best when it came to raising him. While he didn’t tell them everything, there was no denying that he loved them and they loved him back. While there were some things he never told them, it was mostly due to his introverted nature and teenage anxieties. His deaths hit him extremely hard, especially since he witnessed his mothers death with his own eyes, and the fact that the truth behind their deaths (along with the rest of the casualties of the Red Grave attack) were kept hidden didn’t help matters. He never truly got over their deaths, with them driving his actions even decades later.
The only other family he really had afterwards was his grandparents, who took him in after the Red Grave attack. He never really found himself connecting to them, even before the incident. They weren’t terrible people, but he just wasn’t close to them like he was his parents. He kept up a good relationship with them though until they passed away from old age and made sure to keep in touch with them on a regular basis. Mostly to keep up the idea that nothing was going wrong and he was absolutely fine.
As fun as talking about one of his AUs would be, I thought it might work better to go over Avalon's past for this @dmc-oc-week-specialedition entry! I couldn't go too deep into his future sadly, because I haven't figured that out entirely aside from one particular detail. Regardless, hope you enjoy this little look into the bastard.
Past: Avalon was once a quiet, introverted young man living in Red Grave City. He had no knowledge of demons, and lived a decent life. That is, until Mundus’ forces attacked the city. His parents were killed during this attack, with Avalon witnessing their deaths and obtaining his scar in the process. The seventeen year-old was one of the few survivors, but his account of demons being responsible was brushed off as being ridiculous and the imaginings of a traumatized teenager. He knew the truth though, and he held onto that even when the rest of the world denied it. Eleven years later, he obtained word of the Temen ni Gru rising and learned that demons had once again attacked humanity. And just like when he was a teenager, he was brushed off. But this time would be different. Now he was a man and could do something about it. He wasn’t going to let demons have their way with humanity and let the incidents be covered up any longer. So he did the most rational thing and started a cult.
The Saviors of Dawn existed to remove the threat of demons from humanity permanently, their numbers filled with those who despised demons or those who were swayed by Avalon’s words and charisma. They would spend the next five years obtaining Devil Arms and discovering the existence of human/demon hybrids. Upon compiling as much information as needed, the Saviors were ordered to bring in all the hybrid children they’d managed to gather information on, kidnapping many from around the world. Avalon intended to use them as weapons, forcing them to awaken their demonic powers and wield Devil Arms to fight against the demons. However, most of them didn’t survive the initial attempt at unlocking their powers and more would die afterwards. After two years he’d written the plan off as a failure, ordering the few that remained to be killed and leaving the complex to think of a new plan. But it mattered little, seeing as all of the cult were killed shortly after he left. But one of the hybrids had managed to escape, and it was clear to him that the survivor had killed the cult entirely. This being the final nail in the coffin, Avalon decided that he’d have to lie low for a while and figure out a new plan. Along with finding whichever hybrid was the survivor and killing them himself.
Future: Avalon kept his attention on anything suspicious happening in the world, taking note of incidents such as the Savior in Fortuna and the Qliphoth in Red Grave City. He also learns about the world of Devil Hunters, and figures that might be a lead to chase. Two years after the Qliphoth’s destruction, he returns to his hometown and visits the newest branch of Devil May Cry. Little does he know that this visit will lead to his downfall, and his end comes for him. He never thought to fear the reaper, but if he knew what was coming, he certainly would do so…
