Mar 27, 2019
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Modeus sometimes enjoys listening in on Fortuna’s sermons about Sparda. He finds their interpretations of the Legendary Dark Knight amusing, and a bit like a a satirical play of what actually happened. There is a part of him that is a bit annoyed about how he and Baul are never mentioned anywhere in Fortuna, however.
Similar to Nephilim, if Modeus ever met Credo post DMC4, he would be disgusted by Credo’s angelic looking demon form. Why anyone would choose to become a “man made abomination” is beyond him. He does not even look anything like Sparda. At least Nelo Angelo did. But while Modeus’ initial instincts would be to pluck Credo’s feathers, Credo’s code of honor is sure to net him a lot of respect from the devil.
Being a pure full blooded devil, Modeus does not understand why halfbreeds and “converted” demons struggle with their “demonic side”. In his mind, there is no such thing. Your “demon side” is not another side of you at all. It is simply you. It is not something to fight against or control, but something to be embraced. As such, Modeus can’t help but try to coax out any halfbreed’s “true self” if he can.
Even if that means he sometimes tries to get them to eat other demons. You know, to keep their strength up.
@swordburdened
THE SOUND OF WINGS clapping echoed through the halls of Temen-ni-gru as bats flied around, their destiny already traced. with the little freedom granted to the keepers, it could get extremely boring to sit around and wait, guarding the gates from whatever might dare cross them. so Nevan took it upon herself to pay a visit to each of her companions. cerberus happened to be next, and so the bats flew to the icy entrance of the tower.
upon arriving (and once materialized), the demoness strut around, a smirk never leaving her lips. “ are you up, my sweet? I’m in dire need of company. ”
There were far too many angels here for his liking
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Love Planet. Dante never thought he’d see the day when this place would be open again. He’d heard rumblings about it, but he considered it nothing more than a very popular rumor until he got the fancy invitation in the mail.
It was black with a velvet finish and red lettering; “Grand Re-Opening, Saturday Night. Our illustrious owner would be delighted if you, Dante Sparda, would except this invite as a VIP.”
He was too curious to turn it down, Dante wanted to know along with everyone else in town who was opening up the old strip club. Apparently, it was going to be more of a burlesque club these days, with an expensive bar and all types of performances, not just for female strippers anymore.
Dante had to admit, it sounded interesting.
So now he stood outside the door and the bouncer ushered him inside, even making way for him as if he were some kind of celebrity. “The red carpet treatment eh, fellas?” It was all kind of surreal. They promptly showed him the way to a private booth, complete with champagne already waiting for him.
Whoever the owner was, they certainly wanted to impress him. Dante decided to relax and scan the room, quietly looking each person, and demon, over.
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“ i do not get this movie, “ she blinked. it’s not meant as a hurtful statement; she just doesn’t get it. is it because she hasn’t seen it before? maybe it’s a sequel. the attempt was being made, at least, to understand the horror aspects of it. humans really found this entertaining?
“ what is that thing they are doing? “ she tilted her head. lots of questions. she wanted to know if it worked, though. willow leaned over and pressed the tip of her nose to nevan’s, being gentle. “this thing. what is it? ”
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Fingers pinch the sleeve of Credo’s uniform, tugging with just the barest strength to get his attention-- timid, afraid that he’d be angry at the fact that it’s far too late in the evening and she still hasn’t settled in her bed yet.
Her voice is a shaky, hushed whimper when he finally turns his attention away from his paperwork. “‘MsorryCredo.” Young Kyrie fights back the beginning of a sob, rubs an eye with the heel of her hand as if it’d keep tears from spilling, and tries her very best to remain as composed as possible. If she wants her brother to hear her out, she wants to talk without fighting through the sobs she knows are forming within her ribs.
“I can’t sleep again.” Not an unusual issue-- one easily solved by mother spoiling Kyrie by allowing the child to crawl beneath the covers with her and sleep while being embraced, being watched over by protective parents to keep away whatever demon is lurking in the shadowy parts of the room. Now the anxiety in the girl’s chest is not from demons, but formed by a hollow ache, and now that mother’s gone...
“Can you help me make tea?”
"... you have a beautiful sword. I've never seen such craft." credo is beyond awed, but he can easily tell it is nothing done by the order, the blade is light & elegant compared to their more flashy & heavier design of sword. & it is very befitting of his regal man. the holy knight captain was honored to briefly see the steel leave its sheath & straightens his back out in respect. what would it be like to clash against them? he was.. curious.
“Thank you.”
“It is always a pleasure to meet those that appreciate good craftsmanship.”
Vergil smiles softly, lightly bowing his head to the other man in a gesture of gratitude. The stranger's uniform is one of the Order of the Sword and now, he is curious.
Gaze falls onto the sheathed blade, while one hand still holds it tight.
“Sadly, I had no hand in its creation; it was my father’s.”