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noythe · 4 years ago

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more stuff about the signs

aries

they look like don’t mess with me but actually they’re love me

too smart

they don’t care a lot about emotions… unless their own

one of the easiest ways to lose them is lying to them

cry baby

they talk too much, so it’s hard to know when they’re serious

somehow they can convince people to do the most stupid things

sexually frustrated 24/7

they’re strong like when everything is going to shit they have strength and don’t let themselves get dragged

they move their hands a lot when talking

they’re the kind of people who bite their lips when thinking and accidentally bleeds

taurus

on the outside they look very calm and quiet, but in the inside they burn like hell (they’re too intense)

they don’t lose control easily but they do lose it often

they have a hard time trusting/believing in people’s emotions

they could kill you if you hurt an animal

a great part of them have a great sleeping schedule

they care too much about people they love

they cheat on board games

very good friends

too selective when choosing who to spend their time and energy with

they move their eyebrows a lot in their facial expressions

stubborn

they don’t let people go completely

their hugs are the best hugs when you have a bad day

gemini

emotional mess (they feel nothing in the right way)

they know a lot of useful shit

but they don’t know what sleep means

being bored is the worst thing that can happen to them (they get too mean, like little children)

narcissistic af

they’re never wrong

they express their feelings in thousands of different ways, however none of them seem to work

incomprehensible love for snacks

misunderstood

they cover their feelings with humor/indifference 87% of the time

they can make anyone laugh, no kidding

they lie to themselves

sensitive af, if you spend a lot of time with them you’ll see they’re such babies

very insecure

random happiness/sadness attacks

their brain is an exhaused roller coaster

innocent without wanting to be

they seem to fit everywhere but nowhere at the same time

cancer

they look like love me but actually they’re like i fuck with you or you fuck with me

they don’t know how to handle their feelings, so they don’t

drama,,,drama,,,dRAMa,,..drama

they can be too selfish

unpredictable af

leave me alone, but give me attention

their cellphone is part of their body

their true friends knows their family (even if they have never seen them) because of all the stories they tell, all the time

they victimize themselves a lot

they know how to listen and they give the best advice ever but they don’t use it

that kind of people who their first impulse when doing eye contact with someone is smiling

they care a lot about what other people think

they plat a lot with their hands and lips

the most adorable people when they’re not angry

children loves them

they can tranquilize people quickly

misunderstood because they don’t let anyone understand them

leo

very sharp ideas/way of thinking

high moral

they need constant acceptance/validation

if you do them one you pay ten

always reading your intentions

they tend to joke about other people insecurities

they tend to do good things for people without even realizing

despite being surrounded by people, they still can feel very alone

they talk to themselves when nobody’s whatching

insecure af

a lot of craziness under the calm person they have

they wink a lot

will never cry or look vulnerable in front of others (unless they totally trust that person)

virgo

they always look like they want to kill someone (maybe they do)

public nerds

the most damaged sleeping schedules lol hello it’s 4 am

they read weird things

super committed and and helpful

they get angry when things are not done in their way

they’re the midpoint between introvert and extrovert

they have a great stalking until they have no crush anymore

they can’t tolerate it when someone is angry at them, even if they’re the ones to blame

their favorite acronym is lmao… laughing my anxiety off

they do this face a lot > 😏

libra

they’re always in love

they listen to shitty music but won’t admit it

super emotional

they probably don’t know what is happening right now

they get too weird when they’re not comfortable

a stranger is a person they’re not friends with yet

they have good intentions

creative

they blush easily

they have a hard time saying no

they hide things so they don’t disappoint people they care about

they try to make everyone happy, even if it’s exhausting

scorpio

they try to look rude, actually they’re cry babies

dark mind, bright personality

they have secret hobbies

they crave love

talking to them will make you either appreciate life or want to jump off a bridge

they get easily offended

scary when angry

protective with people they love

they hate being ignored

random laugh attacks

they can make you laugh in the most fucked up moments

they’re that kind of people who give more priority to the problems of those who love than their own

they easily connect with music

sagittarius

ready to disappear in any moment

they have watched every. movie. on netflix

using my emotions? caring about yours? nah, tomorrow… maybe

34 hour-long naps

they fuck up 10 moments and make a very epic one

they have a hard time when apologizing

they have a hard time when asking for help, they believe they can do anything

would yell at strangers if needed

intentionally do things and then say they weren’t planned but went well anyway

they tend to be sad before sleeping

this is probably not a good idea but i’ll do it anyway

very competitive, but never satisfied

capricorn

superiority complex

more party souls than you could imagine

they just want you to shut the fuck up

they’re cute until you’re obstrusive

able to intimidate people for good or for bad

they recognize their mistakes and then apologize without making a lot of drama

they keep their cool in the craziest situations

have random acts of love, like biting, cuddling, etc…

can make you feel important one minute and shit in the next minute

always have backup plans

physical appearance is important

always have weird obsessions

they play a lot with their feet

they need hugs and you to show them love, but will never say it

aquarius

they disappear with no reason

cuter than you

they get confused when choosing between good and bad

everything is overrated for them

they’re addiced to memes

feelings out of control

they’re the special snowflakes

cannabis 23/7

they will know if you lie

they lose their shit often

they think and feel more than they show

rebels

the smartest ones

pisces

they don’t like dealing with their responsabilities

they like music more than they like you

they like attention but not too much

will never accept being the 2nd option for someone

can listen to you for hours, without making it awkward

fake friendliness (sometimes)

too weird but in a sweet way

super funny. their humor is either too simple or too hard to understand

they overwhelm your mind

big heart, even bigger imagination

confused af

if you really analyze them they look like they’re stoned

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#libra #that shit hurts

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@the-darklings I'm looking at you.

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If a thing loves, it is infinte.

Chapter 2. Cursed

There was quite the fascination and more importantly the need to fight demons just after you had recovered. V didn't even question it. After all: If you wished to get so easily hurt again, he was the last one to get in your way. You spotted Shadow and Griffon slashing through the horde that approached from the north, V standing a bit behind and watching the macabre scenery . It was not uncommon that demons could spawn everywhere, blood plastering the ground as if it was rain. The stench was filthy and burned in your nose, the bile slowly building up in the back of your throat. The scent of rain no longer was able to keep death at bay all caused by rotten bodies between house walls and car wrecks, everything else that was disgusting just seemed to have piled up in that city right now. In an open space it wouldn't be as bad as it was now - But this was not the only reason that made your stomach turn. The summoned demons weren't exactly smelling like a spring breeze either. Maybe you should recommend them a shower or the shampoo that Nico had in the van. But as far as you knew the spawns of hell, they weren't the ones for talking. Maybe you could beat that in their brain. If they would at least have one. The rain that just started to fall was a beggining. Not solving the entire situation but it would made it harder for demons to move. Mud was sticky. You could come up with a working idea. Use your swiftness against them..

There was just one problem with your perfect plan.

You were here without a weapon. It probably would have been too much to ask for someone to bring that pipe from earlier.

If you could just.. Just.. It had been decades.

You weren't sure if you could tap into that kind of power anymore, as it was ripped out of you like a shard of your soul and you felt cut off from your heritage. And yet.. Yet you haven't been killed by the Qlipoth. There had to be some spark left that just needed to be ignited again. What if you could all out for it, for one last job? For one last duty?

V certainly could hold his own, not bothering about you and while you were caught in your thoughts something moved into your line of side. A cackling laugh and a foul curse followed as Griffon dashed into the group of Demons in front of you. Alright - someone had been watching over you, whoops. "What's up, Princess? Forgot how to fight, eh?" Lightning erupted out of nowhere, the flying Demon moving swiftly through the ranks of monsters before circling around you once and returning to V in a flash. The growl of the feline demon did sound dangerous as Shadow attacked, but thes hout that came from the Van was even outshining that. "Yo, fuck off you creeps!" Nico. There was no time to look for a weapon now. You had to work with your bare hands as there were no real options avaibale right now. You had loved that pipe dearly. Nicely balanced, not too heavy. But it just had been a rusty pipe and not a sword or anyhing that by law was considered a weapon. Sprinting around the Van you watched Nico lean out of her window pressing a burning cigarette into the head of an Empusa. Even if that was somehow effective.. There was an entire group left- just for you.

V had moved further away from the Van, cleaning the way out of the street. Alright. Rain dripped on the van creating quite the epic atmosphere for a fight, and there was the blue lettering on the side of the car now flickering uneven. Devil May Cry.

"Ey, Miss!"

Nico handed you a shovel through the window and you just smiled at her grateful, before yanking that thing around and splitting another beasts head into two. Perfect! Some of the Demons had weapons on them. Deadly and ugly at once. That was not fair, who gave them the right to wield giant blades or scythes? Seriously, that much for being brainless insects. But you moved a bit faster than these things. Even if Nico would have to get one or the other scratch out of the van after the fight, you really had tried to keep that blade away from the car. Rolling yourself to the side you used the handle of the shovel to parry a hit, leaving a footprint in that ugly wobbly stomach of the demon to win some distance. Easy.

But as soon as it stumbled back, the color of its skin changed into an oddly shade of purple and you were sure...that this thing was certainly pissed about your boots. Or the imprint you left on it.

Especially now that it was trying to hit you hard and often, you were surprised and glad that this shovel was not fully made of wood. Whatever Nico had build there - it was holding the attacks. You really needed a weapon but this shovel was fine, the end of that tool did a good job at something it wasn't designed to do. Disgusting, work and certainly not clean but still a good job. If someone ever wanted to split the head of such a thing in half you clearly could recommend this thing.

The battle noises from V and his demons moved even further away until there was a really loud rumble. Whatever had been focused on attacking you before, had its's attention now fully turned to V and that..giant blob that crashed down from a portal and smashed everything beneath it into a demonic pulp. And even from the distance you could notice one big change. V's hair had turned fully white. It was such a strong contrast to everything that was moving around here that it was fascinating you and got your attention. So a human that made contracts with demons - you hadn't been sure before... But now you could clearly see it. You didn't dare to ask how that demon was called, but that thing was giant and it looked like a nightmare.

Your fascination made you nearly loose your focus, but you regained it soon enough, thanks to Nico. She yelled at you..or the demons. Immediately you tuned around, swirling that shovel in one nearly graceful move and impaled a demon on the dull blade. The sounds would be pretty satisfying, if they wouldn't be so disgusting. And at some point you just hoped that that was it. But no. Of course there were more. So much more. And bats. You hated bats. Those flying bastards did explode if you weren't fast enough.

And burned skin smelled nearly as bad as rotten bodies. A scent you would never forget. It had burned itself into your brain, just like the scars that you carried on your skin. A pain that could be never forget or the day that had caused it. A tragic memory, that you were cursed to never forget. The ability might have been a blessing for others, but the memory alone pained you. It was worse then physical pain. And something no one could understand. They haven't been there. It had been just you.. you alone. You have been abandoned and cursed.

It was hard to fight the bats. They were fast and flying. But thankfully not as painful as the grounded demons. Unless their bellies were just getting bigger and bigger - ready to burst. You moved aside in the last second, covering your ear as good as you could with your arm. The sound was not as bad as imagined, but the ground was still shaking from the impact. At least that flying pest took a few others with it straight back into hell. Where they rightfully belonged to. But you also knew, that they would always come back. And that only meant one thing, that there was a damn portal. And there you thought the portals could only be created by a sword of legends. Yamato. A devils weapon, created by the legendary Sparda himself. And the one to wield it.. Vergil. The elder twin brother. So you had to see this to an end. You had to make sure, that this was not true. That this was some mistake - a wrong in history. The pain in your chest made you heart ache. Yhou needed to shove that thought aside.

Vs battle perfectly was under control. Even if he now and then caught himself watching you. Making sure that one demon wouldn't slice off your pretty head or to see if you struggled. You had been injured after all. And your face.. It did look familiar to him, that kept his otherwise focused thoughts company. The picture of a gentle smile, behind a wall of dark clouds and memories. Something the human part of him had long tried to forget, banish it from his thoughts. So it could not be. One of the last pieces that had held him together, after defeat and defeat.. Was long gone. How many years had it been now? Maybe two decades, maybe more? It could not be. But after so many years even his memory could be false, maybe it was some part of him that was clinging to that piece of hope. But perhaps you were just a distanced relative.. Maybe a younger sister of someone he knew.

"V! Watch out!", Griffons claws grabbed him by his slim shoulders and a few feet away so his body wouldn't get hacked into two. "My-My - V. What's wrong with you?" V growled quietly and focused back on the fight. He better cleared this as soon as possible. There was just one tiny piece missing. And thanks to the help of his familiars the fight on his side was over soon. He risked another look in your direction. His eyes pinned to you, how you moved in the rain to dodge or attack.

"Pin'em to the wall.", the man growled and Shadow lunged forward, the head of the feline turning into a dangerous weapon and pierced through several demons pinning them indeed to the brickwall to your left. V followed up, his familiars being unable to finish these creatures off, as it seemed. But you - You could help with that. V was walkinga little too slow for your taste. His body indeed fragile. So you did sprint over the rubble of the street, tightened your grip around the handle of the shovel and slammed that tool right into the chest of the first demon. V was by your side, using his cane to impale the other beasts. Every move was perfectly planned, elegant. Nothing compared to the man you had seen walk before. He seemed like a different person now. The way he focused on the fight, to adjust to your movent and bring a swift end to the battle. It was fascinating. You could feel the heat from his body at your shoulder. So close, he was so close. Wiping the blood from your hands you breathed through and cast a smile towards V, proud and happy. Even Griffon laughed now. And the giant cat? It purred and walked around you for a minute, rubbing it's head against your leg The urge to touch the fur was there and you just couldn't resist. So your hand sank into that fur, running over the strong neck of the cat, right behind an ear. Cats liked to be scratched. And this one was no different. Just a bit bigger.. and deadlier than the most common felines you knew.

"Shadow seems to be found of your touch, Miss." You still smiled at that and made sure to scratch the other side as well, so the demon could lean its big head into your palm and continue to purr satisfied. You didn't dare to risk to upset Shadow now. "Even a demon cat can't resist.", you mused and looked at the Man before you, holding your smile. He supported his upper body with the cane again and had a short look at the Van, before his green eyes met yours. Something about his look..made you hesitate. But in the end the corner of his mouth just twitches up and he held out his arm for Griffon to land on. "What a fight! Missy can really hold her own. If she's not pierced by that murder roots. Or is daydreaming", the bird nearly chirped in delight and you still wanted to smack it with the shovel. But you decided to return it to Nico before the temptation would be overwhelming. And at least for a while the street would be calm. Fine by you. That gave you time to work out the adrenaline rush that still kept you on your feet. And perhaps your thoughts requiered some sorting as well.

"Oh Miss, forgive me if I may sound rude, but I never asked for your name.", V's voice was so calm. Even more as he was so close to you now. Your name.. Your name. Your mouth went dry and your tongue felt heavy. It had been years since you ever used your real name. And you weren't exactly fond of using it anymore as it just provoked bad memories. So you had to think of something. Something no one would worry or ask about. Maybe a name that was fitting. You had to hurry anyway otherwise you would keep being eyed with too much interest. And you couldn't risk to be asked the wrong questions. You were horrible in lying.

The first thing that crossed your mind and that could probably work left your mouth before you could waste another thought. It all happened in the blink of an eye. "Call me Sera, if you like."

Not the best choice, but the first and that seemed to be fine, sounded like a normal name to you. No suspicious looks or anything like that. Just a tiny smile from V. Sounded like a real name then. Unlike.. V. But you didn't ask and so did he. It was accepted and that was everything mattered. Besides, who could possibly claim to know your real name anymore?

There was no one left.

It fit well to keep up the facade you had build many years ago, all the walls you had build up around. No one would suspect a thing. But that was one part of the curse. But at least one that you picked for yourself. It had made things easier. To be part of shadows and flame, without ever beeing recognised again. Not even by your strongest enemies.

Shoving all the thoughts aside and forcing them into a box in your brain you stretched and noticed the look that V gave you. You couldn't quite place it, but besides the Demons that V was the host from.. there was something else that was odd. Maybe you would figure it out soon. Such intense eyes... If your paths would just ever cross again, then you could ask and learn.

"It is nice to meet you,Sera", he greeted you then with his voice, the words just falling from his lips as if he was reading poetry to you. How could a voice sound so melodic and yet... raspy? The green of his eyes was capitivating, fitting so well to pale skin and dark hair. But you didn't focus on that for long. Nico was complaining about something again. And you really were not interested to be evacuated out of the city. And somehow you had to find a way to prove it to Nico and V without causing any trouble.

You didn't know them so well, but knew that if you would be helpless they most likely would drag you out of the city by your feet. ... Not exactly a thrilling thought, if you were honest. But you have been able to fight with a freaking shovel. But with a weapon this would have been so different.. Oh with a real weapon. This would have been over in mere seconds. But what did you have since entering this forsaken place? A pipe and a shovel. But a sword - your sword..

That would change everything. Frustration nags at you and dismissing it was not so easy. It was a haunting part of you. A confident smile ghosts over your lips again and you turn to Nico. Maybe you could lead the attention on something else "I saw that workshop in the Van.. what are you tinkering with?" The rain nearly washed your voice away, your clothes already wet to the bone. That much for the shower.

She flashed you a devilish grin and waved you inside. "I'll show ya." V just gestured you to go ahead, a small nod of his head - a wave with his hand - and then you entered the Van once more, just in time. As Heaven did send even more rain down on earth. It wouldn't have made much of a difference, but the safety of a roof over your head was quite alluring now.

Nico already was at the working space, pulling out some prostethic arms as it seemed, explaining that she build them for her partner who was out in the field and supposed to meet V very soon. So he had lost his arm... and was still fighting to defeat the Demon King? This boy was either mad or insane. As if it would be so easy. But in the same moment.. Everyone who was able to fight that Monster could be of use. Either in defending the city and the innocents, or trying to kick that Bastards ass. "They're really well done.", you honoured her work and looked at the arms fascinated.

All the same, but very precisley done. But not made to last forever a shame. It was nice craftsmanship. "Yeah, whenever I get my hands on demon stuff..pow! Things happen." She showed you sketches, happy about the interest you showed in her work it seemed like she didn't get enough praise for her work. But Nico really knew what she was doing. Hah.. If you just had some money to pay her. Then you probably would leave this place with a weapon that could keep up with V's demons. Oh..they certainly would fear you. But nothing ever could compete with the weapon that had been forged in divine flames. The thought alone made you shudder in excitement and it seemed like your body was remembering very well, the muscles in your hand working as if they could wield it again.

Elysium.

How you missed to wield that rapier again. But you had lost it, just like everything else that was connected to your past. That only made things so much worse.. You literally owned nothing. Even the clothes you were wearing now were not your own. And it maybe wasn't so nice to ask for something after they gave you so much already. So you bit your lower lip, dragged it between your teeth and released it after you decided that you certainly wouldn't speak out loud what you had been thinking. These people were kind enough to help you. You would find another way to fight the demons. They didn't have to know. That was the only thing you really couldn't help with right now. But you supposed that if you would find some demon parts they would make an fantastic gift for Nico. And V.. Maybe something to shut the avian up. Nico nearly danced around you, as she made her way back to the drivers seat, kicking the jukebox on the way. And that thing actually started to play some music, you had thought it was just here for decorating purpose. As she sat back in her seat, another cigarette was lit up and you straightened your shoulders.

You never would get used to the fascination of smoking. It was expensive and the smell.. It remained everywhere! V raised his cane and moved to the side so you could pass and sit down. By now the rain was just pouring down against the Van and you leaned against the rest for your back to stretch your legs a little. The battle hadn't been that long, but they still ached a little and everyhing was just wet. Your body was no longer used to all this. Being up and around all the time, always aware for your surroundings. Fighting was even less practical, but here you were. Leaning your head into your slightly bloody palm you watched V as he unpacked his book again and opened a random page in it, taking his time to absorb whatever was written inside. To your surprise the book was completely dry.

Your eyes wandered to the left and you spotted the bird on the jukebox, trying to clean his feathers, leaving drops of cold rain everyhwere when he shaked his wings. Demon or not - he still tried to impress someone. You wondered who it could be. Before you could be caught watching him, you looked at Shadow who laid on the ground around V's feet and purred comfortably. At least he woudn't get cold feet like that. It was hard to believe that a deadly Demon like Shadow, who could turn itself into any kind of shape - was in fact just a big kitty. An amusing thought. Didn't seem so demonic now.

"So, Sera? Did I get that right?", Nico started and your attention wandered towards her once more, the cloud of smoke around her head slowly dissolving as the had opened the window at least a teeny tiny bit. With a confirming nod you agreed, someone had been listening. "Where are you from?"

"Fortuna.", you answered right away, maybe not thinking about your answer for long enough.

"You're pretty far from your home." Was she getting suspicious? Hopefully not. You just started to like her, "I was here..for personal business. Didn't expect a demon tree to show up out of nowhere." You tried to make it sound normal. But there was nothing normal about the Qlipoth in the middle of a city. Personal business.. It had been just a feeling. Nothing else. A spark of hope maybe. But that would be the best way to call it. "Good thing that Devil May Cry is taking care of that matter. V is supposed to meet Nero soon to help the others." Others? "Nero?", you asked and you simply sounded interested. "Yeah, pretty cool dude - the partner I have been talking about. Too bad you couldn't meet him. " So... That explained a few things. Why else would someone fight in this mess? "But he's kickin' Demon ass.", she explained proudly and you looked at V, who had his attention on you again. V started to tell you about Devil May Cry and Dante Sparda. Of course you knew the stories. And that apparently this Nero was part of Devil May Cry as well, hunting Demons to earn money. Didn't sound so bad. Maybe that was something you should consider...if anyone would survive the tree and the arisen king. So meeting Nero had been the pressing matter to defeat the demon called Urizen and hopefully not die on the way.

Quite the unrealistic goal if you looked at his physical state that was everything but a walk in the park. Nico started the engine and laughed, apparently she had spotted a route that was mostly demon free.

"You better want to hold on.", V warned you and only two heartbeats later, you knew why. You had expected a lot. But the way that woman was driving that car during massive rainfall? And there you have been, trying to not leave a single scratch on the surface, only for her to run the car right through a group of demons - without hesitating even for only a minute. If you wouldn't have been sitting, you most likely would lay in the Jukebox right now. Desperate you grabbed the armrest of your seat, holding on for dear life.

"Are there no seatbelts?!", you asked after another heavy bump and looked at V - still calmly reading his book . At least the grip around the Cane had tightened and he was trying keep his balance, showoff.

This was going to be the hell of a ride and the manic laugh from Nico was not helping at all. "Nope.", the way she popped the 'p' made you shudder. But it seemed like they had to make haste, as the world seemed to end very soon. No one said it out loud, but every single day they wasted was one closer for the Demon King to claim victory for himself.

"You know, now that I think of it.. I don't need to be delievered to the border of the city." Did it sound desperate? Maybe. A little. You just wanted to survive this trip in the car. "That saves us some time, Missy.", Griffon said before returning to laugh. Of course the bird had no trouble. He had wings and could fly. You were the only one who was struggling with Nicos driving at the moment. At least you had managed to find a way to use your feet to stay seated. Did she plan to kill you all?!

It felt like forever, but the horror was over after nearly half an hour. You needed fresh air and solid ground under your feet - which wasn't avaiable at the moment. The city was still beeing ripped apart. At this speed....there wouldn't be much left to save. You exhald as Nico stopped the car and tried to loose the cramp in your right leg. It had taken your entire strength to not fall from that seat or scream in fear. You even had been holding your breath now and then. Especially during harsh turns or when the car was sliding over the wet street.

"Where did you learn to drive?" "Come on! It's not that bad!", Nico insisted and you rolled your eyes at that. Yeah, right. You weren't dead, Yet. Risking a look outside you tried to take in where you were.

You could see the big bridge from here. With demons on the way. Maybe half an hour by foot. But that was not the direction you were looking for right now. That big fucking Tree on the other hand.. How would anyone be able to cut it down. If the roots already reached the surface of the mortal World..

From the corner of your eye you noticed that something was flying towards you. Small, dark... you caught it in time. Some Energybar-thing. Questioning you looked at Nico and she shrugged. "You haven't been eating since V found ya. You could use some carbs." You thanked Nico, while she shoved half a bar right into her mouth. You still decided to break your bar in two and offered V the other half. He certainly needed those carbs. He seemed a little confused about your offer, showing you the bar that Nico gave him. "You need it a lot more. Trust me.", you assured him. While you left him no choice, V took your half and bit into it and chewed slowly, you decided to do the same, your stomach finally protesting and complaining about the lack of food. You still couldn't process that someone was so kind to help you out and not asking for anything in return. You sighed while chewing on the sugary treat and enjoying it way more than you should. After everyone had been eating up, V bid you farewell.

He had to move on as Nero was most likely waiting for him and he didn't want to be that late. After all the world depended on it. You looked after him and wished him good luck, telling Griffon to keep his eyes on V. You didn't understand his reply, but you knew that he would make sure that V was surviving. He needed a host. Same for Shadow and that giant blob from before. You only noticed now that without thegiant demon his hair was all black again. Unlike before.. His skin had changed as well. Less ink than before... Caused by the demons? Maybe, if you would meet him again you could ask. That was another point on the list then.. If that was something you actually could ask without sounding rude. It only woke your interest. How could a human body host so many demons? Maybe that was the reason for him to be so awfully thin.

Now with V gone, the Van was awkwardly quiet now, the rain had died down by now, but you decided to enjoy it for a moment longer. Peace and quiet. Who knew when you could have that again? Nico was on her next cigarette and you waved in front of your face, trying to get rid of the smoke that wanted to get into your nose. You wondered why Nico was here and not driving around with the car and not crushing demons with it, as she apparently had no problem to do so . In the end you just asked her, otherwise you would not recieve an answer on that. "See sugar, I'll wait for Nero to call me."

Apparently she would run the car through the city to his meeting point and pick him up whenever he requiered her. Seemed to work oddly well. "Thanks for everything so far Nico. I hope I can see you again." "What, you're leaving me?", she asked and raised her eyebrow.

"You just recovered. And we're in the middle of nowhere-" "I still have personal business here. And I try to attend to them.", you interrupted her firmly. That was something that could not wait, no matter what. In the end, your goals could be very much the same if your biggest fear showed up to be true. It would be just a little complicated from now on but you certainly could manage. And off alone you wouldn't have to watch out for anyone else. And this time you wouldn't get skewered by Qlipoth roots that at least was the plan you had.

You got up from your seat and stretched as far as the van allowed it. "Well don't die out there!" Nico didn't stop you, that mentality you welcomed right now. You nodded once and bid her farewell , forgetting that you wanted to ask something about V. Next time it was then. Opening the door you stepped outside, inhaling the air that reminded you of the rain from before. Everything just smelled so clean and fresh after it, it was a bit chilly. That made you feel alive again. After another deep breath you closed the door to the Van of Devil May Cry and made your way through the streets, the roots had caused quite some damage, leaving you no choice but take a longer route as planned. It was impossible to drive here anyway. So many dead people.. Your heart was heavy as you passed a few buildings.

Not that far from your current positon you could hear something fall into deep water. Right. There had been some flooding as well, the former rain not helping with that matter either, if everything was clogged and could not drain.

As if the entire situation wasn't bad enough, the distant growling from Demons made sure that you kept your guard up. Danger was wherever you went. You knew that. It always had been like this.

And yet there was an odd feeling in your chest as you walked through the ruins of an destroyed building. The smell of blood was no longer that thick and heavy in the air, thankfully washed away by rain. But there was something else that crawled into your mind, making your breath hitch, the hairs on your neck standing straight. Not caused by the cold that was slowly sinking onto the bones. The clothes Nico had given to you were providing enough warmth for now - even wet.

No.. the chill that went down your spine was different. And it went so smuch deeper than anything that had hurt you in the past twenty-four hours. You knew that something was off. No demons have been attacking you for solid five minutes. They feared it as well. And they were damn right to do so.

You felt it approach long before a human should be able to, the wind carrying a glowing feather right in front of your face. You picked it out of the air and turned it between your fingers until you decided to close your hand around it, the soft plume secure in your plam. It was the sound of strong wings made your steps slow down until you came to a halt. Another shiver went down your spine and you could nearly feel it, reach out for the core of your strength. So close- so damn close..

"You have been running long enough, Traitor." The voice behind you was not from this world as it was as cold as it was gentle. There was no emotion in it and yet so much feeling as if it could be overflowing with it. But you didn't turn around fully, a smirk spreading on your face as you risked to look over your shoulder. The soft glow of six wings made you nearly sigh in awe. Somehow you had missed that view, but not like this. "It took you long enough to find me.", you just replied aloof and felt a rush through your body. Adrenaline. You knew it would be best to run. But how to outmach a Seraphim, that could fly so much faster than you could walk?

"It is time for you to be destroyed." "Didn't you say that the last two times aswell?", you replied, clearlny knowing that you were provoking the angel as you slowly turned around, fully facing the being that could be straight out of a fairytale.

Silver, long and beautiful braided hair, crowned with a golden circlet, shining golden armor around wrists and legs, a breastplate that laid over a long white tunic. They usually did not wear any armor. They were divine beings - holy. No demon could seriously harm them. Her face was beautiful. One of those faces that inspired all the artists over centuries. And at the same time it was so incredebily ugly. At least it stirred only hated in your chest. Something your eyes didn't even try to hide.

But you? You were so much worse than demons and it made you laugh. You laughed so loud and that the Seraphim was greatly angered. Now you got her mad. But after everything they had done to you, they still needed on one of their best to chase you down?

The Serahphim watched you with cold grey eyes floating above you in the air and her wings beating strong and steady while she opened her right hand and summoned a spear out of pure light. A shining golden weapon manifested in front of you that put every demon back in to it's place. It did look fancy and more likely used to decorate a statue - but you knew better. The sharp weapon slowly lowered to your height and reflected your face on the blade. You didn't even recognise yourself. The look in your eyes was wild.

There was only a few feet between you and the Seraphim, but you braced for the impact as well. You certainly made her mad, the way her muscles had tensed around the weapon, how her jaw seemed to be working. The corner of your lips twitched up and you made sure to have your feet steady on the ground. The time for playing games was over.

"Die!"

#devil may cry #dmc dante #dmc nero #DMC5 #V #dmc5 vergil #my writing #v dmc5

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noythe · 4 years ago

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“Daily I realize I can be a better man, I can do much more.”

— Haiku on Life by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)

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noythe · 4 years ago

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If a thing loves, it is infinte

A small story that I wanted to rewrite, to honor the mighty Vergil and his son. Reader is the mother of Nero.

Originally posted on Ao3, hopefully it is not too awkward.

Pairing: Vergil/Reader

Warning/Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Torture, Slow-Burn, Awkward-Romance, Lots of Angst and Fluff

Chapter 1 Hell on Earth

There once was a man, feared and respected. Loved and hated just the same.

There was life and death, pain and happiness.

But despite every terror there was on the mortal world, there was some unholy powers, trying to rule.

But what should be ruled, if there was no one left?

There was a group of Hunters, known and led by the famous son of Sparda, Dante.

The Devil May Cry.

But what of the Legends if they go mising?

Heaven, Earth and Hell, what would be the missing piece in this chaotic mess?

The world was a mess.

Where once had been peace and the wonder of creation, was only despair and terror now. Angaelic beings have watched over the mortal realm long enough. Demons only caused chaos, destruction and pain. All they cared for was ruling the world only causing despair. No matter how often humanity had been at the brink of utter destruction, there always was someone to take a stand. One of the most honorable ones had been the Dark Knight Sparda. Had he once been the right hand of Mundus - the king of the underworld - he realised that justice needed to be brought to the world and rebelled against his king, defeating his army and sealing him away along with his own power, leaving him on the human world.

To take revenge upon Sparda, the Demon King ordered his loyal monsters to elimnate Spardas family, murdering his kin. During this attack, his mortal wife Eva got killed, the twins she had born and raised for a few years survived but lived through the trauma differently. And neither of them had a pleasant memory of it. Just loosing everything. Home and family. Years have passed and while one of the brothers became a danger for the world always seeking for more power, the younger twin became a hunter - later creating Devil May Cry.

Hunting Demons and fighting his brother over and over again that was something that never changed, no matter how many years passed. But of course even this time peace didn't last forever.

And again the world needed someone to save it. And one of them was Dante, the now legendary Hunter. Earning himself quite a name over the past decades as a proud Son of Sparda, wielding the Rebellion and mastering many weapons over the decades. A new demon King alone would have been not a big deal, not for Dante if there wouldn't be that gruesome Demon Tree, now taking a hold of Red GraveCity. Emerging from the ground, raising high into the sky and slowly taking his childhood home apart. Dante did not take this job alone. By his side were Trish and Lady, the most dangerous Women the world had seen so far. If there was someone out there to cut the tree down, it would be them.

But for once, the Son of Sparda went missing.

And that murderous tree was still standing, sucking the blood out of the humans living in that city and as much as the military tried to protect the mortals of Red Grave, their strength was far from enough. And whatever manged to survive the roots, probably got devoured by demons or killed by debris and everything that got thrown around. But if the Qlipoth would collect enough blood, it would grow a single fruit that was forbidden and powerful. Fullfilling the true desire of Urizen: Endless Power, making him the new true King over the Underwold. But also it was rare. Only once every thousand years it could grow.

Over two thousand years ago it had been harvested by Mundus, and the tragedy that followed then lead to this day. But without the Devil Hunter, how should they prevent the tragedy to repeat itself? Maybe mankind never learned from it's mistakes... But for the divine and cursed, there was no such rule. As they remembered it all. Stored in ancient tomes and memory, never to be forgotten. Always to be told, even if mortals no longercared, They forgot so fast, life always passing by in a blink.

But not everything was lost. It was just a matter of time and perhaps a young Devil Hunter needed, who was desperate to beat the Demon on his stupid throne, polishing his ugly face. One failure was enough for the kid named Nero. Even after being called a 'Dead-Weight' he tried to help those that couldn't protect themselves, but for that he had to get stronger first. Recover. He was not all alone, yet it might took a little longer than he wanted to, knowing that this was not his final goal. He wanted Urizen. But after loosing his right arm, there was a lot for him to get used to.

And while the impulsive boy cursed Nico and her way to drive that van, the annoying screeching of a bird echoed through destroyed buildings over broken streets and people turned to dust.

"Ey, V! Ey, EY! Are you listening?", Griffon complained, landing on a broken door that was about to break in, caused by the weight of the monster bird. "Of course.", the thud of a closing book followed and the slender man moved into the direction of the bird, accompanied by the constant sound of his silvery cane, hitting the ground to support his steps.

"There's so much pollen here, I might be starting to be allergic!", the bird continued loudly and faked a sneeze.

"But as long as there might be a chance to find someone who is alive, we can buy the boy more time." "Time, time, time. Always the same chatter, You gotta move! Maybe we should get a vacuum. Ey V, can ya use one if I find one? Nah..Whatever. No time for that, r-rrrright? ", the annoying voice askeed and distanced itself from V, the door finally breaking down as he left his fomer spot and revealing another room that was abandoned and covered in dust and pollen, the remainings of a couple was laying on a bed, their bodies curled around each other, trying to comfort themselves in their very last moments. V just silently passed the room, watching the pair dissolve into a cloud of pollen. It was all Urizens fault. So many lost souls, innocent humans forever gone, who would remember them? For a while it was all quiet and calm - until there was Griffons voice once more.

"Yo! V! You gotta see this!" Silence. "Seriously! I think someone's alive!" That actually made him hurry at least a bit. V knew that he certainly wasn't in shape to run around like the boy Nero. It actually took him long enough, that Griffon met him halfway, urging him to move faster. "Hurry, Shakespeare." The building was too fragile to bust through walls, the risk to injure or kill whoever survived was simply too high and V was on a 'Be-Nice-Trip'. Perhaps they couldn't save everyone, but every single soul that survived, was one less to feed the Qlipoth, even if he was not really the biggest fan of.. helping. It was simply odd for him, Griffon didn't really understand that. Didn't matter, he had a contract with V and did as he said.

His cane scratched over the ground now and then as he made his way over the rubble, trying very hard to not fall over his feet as he barely had the strength to keep up that fast. The screaming of Griffon got louder with every step, that bird certainly growing impatient with every moment that V didn't show up. Griffon flapped his big wings in front of a door, yelling annoyed as the black haired man finally made it to his side. The thing that had kept Griffon from the potential survivor was a door. V rolled his eyes and raised hsi cane to tap against the door. "Are we playin' ''Knock, knock'' or what? Now is not the time,V!", The Bird teased V. But there was no sound coming from that room, not a single reaction. A black giant cat manifested in front of him and dashed against the door. It had been quite stuck, the frame no longer in shape but at least the door open.

And this had been the only option to get a look inside. He had tried to open it the normal way. But with a malformed frame and all the roots around it of course wouldn't be that easy. V huffed as he finally entered the room, having a quick look around. It had been used as an ballroom, he mused. A few big round tables at the side, surrounded by the equal amount of chairs. Unless they were flipped around, destroyed or pierced through by the Qlipoths roots. The giant chandellier in the middle of the room was no longer intact, half of the luxurious golden branches were wrapped by roots , a few glass shards below it, silvery petals and to Vs surpris: fresh drops of blood. Griffon was flying around and stopped in front of a tall window that was halfly covered by curtains. The drops gathered,until there was stain - as if something had been dragged along. More roots blocked the way outside, but he assumed that whoever had been a victim of the Qlipoth, was outside most likely about to die. Even if the blood was not complely dry.. If there was hope..

The painful scream of a woman pulled him out of his thoughts and made him pick up his cane once more, Griffon already looking for a clot of blood that could help them to make it through. Not in this room. But perhaps in the one below, as some of the roots had made their way through the ground. If they hurried, they might made it in time, finding whoever was standing against the Demon King as well. Chances never were big, but they had to start somehwere, he would meet Nero soon enough. A little detour would not change much, if he was honest. Shadow and Griffon at his side he hurried out of the room again, Shadow dissolving into mist below his feet to make V move without effort and much faster than before. Every second did count. Another scream, followd by a grunt. Metal that was hitting against a solid surface, Over and over again. But with time the beating got less, rapid. As if someone was loosing their power or the will to fight back. It took him a good while to actually reach the exit of this place, having to face a few nasty demons on the way, but of those he and familiars quickly took care of and finally were able to proceed and stumble outside, walls behind them cracking and breaking down as the support of the roots slowly vanished, now that they were cut off from blood sources. It was bright outside, the sun still fighting against the looming shadow that was cast by the growing demon tree, clouds and rain usually controlling the mood of the day. So it was indeed a surpise that at least for once the sun made it's way through and reached the ground.

And there you were, in the middle of group of Empusa, blood dripping down the right side of your face, a deep cut hovering over your brow. You certainly had seen better days, like everyone who was alive lately in Red Grave City. Your hair was a mess, sprinkled with dirt and blood and stuck to your face. And it was you who had been fighting, the weapon of choice a rusty pipe that nearly was as long as your entire arm. But to be fair, against the sheer amount of enemies you barely had a chance and every kind of weapon would do. Countless bruises showed up wherever your clothes had been ripped into shreds, your arms and legs suffering from deep cuts as well. It was not exactly a surprise that a civilian wouldn't make it among the Empusa. But it also explained the lack of your strength.

The pipe slipped from your bleeding hands and you forced youself to kneel down and pick it up, smashing it with a feral scream into the next Empusas head. V had the urge the help so he did send his familliars to support you. Those beasts were not a challenge for Griffon or Shadow, but they had to be careful not to injure you by accident. Your reflexes were so slow and it probably was just the adrenaline that kept you standing. "Ahah!", Griffon laughed and smashed against one of the demons, making sure to avoid your arm as you still tried to hold your ground. For a human you didn't do so bad. It could be better, but considering that you were a mere mortal in that mess of this city this was outstanding. With the help of Shadow and Griffon it did not take long and the fight was over, your breathing uneven and fast as the adrenaline still rushed through your veins. You nearly dropped your weapon of choice as Griffon sat on top of it, eying you closely.

"So Missy, why aren't you out of this city?", the bird asked and you seemed unfazed by the fact that there was a speaking bird. But if there were armies of demons attacking a city - a speaking bird should be the least of your worries. "No time." you panted and tried to brush some of your hair back but only made it worse. Ah right, the blood. "Perhaps you should leave now, while you can.", the young man suggested and you turned to the raspy voice, eyes staring at him.

"Your bird...is speaking, Sir.", was the reply you gave him as the said bird landed on his outstretched inked arm. For a while he held your stare, before the corner of his lips twitched up into a smile. "That he does indeed.", the bird ruffled his feathers and tried to present himself proudly. But you barely watched the bird, trying to flex your fingers and try to get a solid grip around the pipe again.

"But it would be best if you take your leave as soon as possible. We can offer you an escort, if you wish.", the man insisted while the bird complained that they had no time for that. But the man just assured the strange coloured avian that it was fine and you breathed through. "I am capable of taking care of myself, I am sure you have something else to do..", a polite decline but your muscles were sore and the cuts needed to be tended to. If there was a spot that wasn't close to falling apart you actully could take a minute. Running water would be great. And bandages. Maybe you should have thanked them. But your mood was as low as it could get. These insects were disgusting. And bug spray did not exactly help. A rusty old pipe wasn't working that well either.. "Let's go V! Missy doesn't need any help and the boy's waiting for us."

You wanted to wave them goodbye, wishing them a safe journey. You wanted to assure them that you could manage. But the ground started to shake and rumble below your feet, the street tipping to the side as another root made it's way to the surface -looking for another source of blood to feed the Tree. But while Griffon pulled V out of danger, you weren't so fast. The fair skinned man turned around as soon as he had solid ground below his feet again, risking a look to see if you made it as well."Oh shit, V. Guess that's it for her." Your upper body was pierced by one of the roots, the bloody tip facing downwards, your life essence slowly dripping down the plant. The impact left no air in your lungs to scream as there just was the shock and pain. The pipe creating a clattering sound as you let go of the weapon, closing your hands around the sharp end of the root as you tried to pull yourself from the pointy end, desperatlly forcing your muscles to make it work. No, you were not done yet. There was no fucking way that you would be stuck on a root and bleed out, No. Fucking. Way. V and his familiars moved again, hurrying to find the source of the root and destroy it. Even if Griffon was pretty sure that you wouldn't survive this. No one would survive that, humans dried out in no time and fed the Qlipoth by that.

"Slice them." Shadow moved quickly through the horde of monsters, Griffon cackling as he unleashed his power upon the enemies. You didn't know where they went but after a felt eternity, you lost your balance as the root dissolved and released your body. Coughing and spitting out blood you sank on your knees, watching the blood pool around you. The taste on your tongue was sweet and coppery, your breathing uneven. "Shit.", you cursed and blinked desperately to keepy our eyes open. You were well aware that if you closed your eyes now it would take long to open them up again. It was getting so cold. So dark. So painful. Slumping to the side you felt blood plastering your skin, starting to dry as you slowly drifted off. You couldn't give up now. There was so much that you needed to do. So much that you wanted to get done. You were going to be fine. Not. But there was not a minute that you could waste on that thought. You couldn't give in. Death was not a option.

"Ey, Shakespeare! She is still breathing!" A warm hand gently moved your chin to the side and your eyes fluttered open once again. Dark green eyes looking down at you. Was there the hint of a smile? Indeed. "Don't worry." What a gentle voice. Maybe it did sound a little different. Maybe just now, maybe it was something familiar... It was hard to tell with the drumming in your head. And while you felt incredibly light and comfortable right now, there was something that just seemed wrong. You didn't notice how the old phone in the distance was used to call for a Van that would pick you up, as he had more..pressing matters to follow. But there was something calming in his voice, as he nearly promised you that you would be fine. And while he waited, sitting right next to you Shadow curled around your form kept you warm company. V pulled the book from his jacked and started to read for you. Voice soft and melodic it was absolutely calming to listen. Neither V or Griffon knew if you would survive this and In case you would loose your life here, he at least stayed by your side reading poetry to you. Sometimes, even if only for a short moment of being wake you thought that he sounded as if he was sorry. But then there was the melodic tone again, enevloping you like a blanket, helping you to drift into so much better moments. Now and then a breeze graced your skin, whenever Griffn circled around to check for the Van or your state. What was it now, that made you cling to your life? It was your goal. Your memory, your dream.

"Seems like she doesn't want to die. Reminds me of someone. huh.", You wanted to return something, but your lips didn't move as you wanted to and your tongue was heavy. Your entire body was sluggish and unable to follow even the easiest command. At least somtimes you managed to move the thumb of yours. Just a bit forth and back, trying to focus on the nerves to not loose consciouness. That at least was a battle that you managed to win - no matter how much this man was reading to you. Another felt eternity passed and then even you could hear the sound of brakes, a car that rushed over the broken street and just came to a stop mere centimeters away from you. You would have been unable to move anyway. But that V at least hadn't seemed worried about that part. The sound of the cane retuned and stopped just right next to you.

"It does seem like she can make it." Did he sound relieved? It was so hard to tell right now. "Yo, chickee- out of my way!" Once again you felt even lighter than before, noticing the scent of cold smoke that now surrounded you like a cloud. Your feet bumped against a wall as you got carried somewhere, hearing a woman swear over and over again. At least she didn't try to make it worse, considering the state you were in anyway. "No peeking!" The arms that held you before awkwardly let go of you as you were placed on some sort of bench, your head hitting the rest for the back with a dull sound. And there was another curse from the woman as she tried to have a look at your wounds.

"This Lady had been hella lucky," Your forehead started to burn as something was applied on your cut, followed by a gauze. Same for your arms and legs. Tiredly you groaned and forced your eyes open, it took a good while to focus on something. The room was filled in a big cloud of smoke and the lightning was everything but good for the eyes. But it didn't take long and you noticed at least where you were. Inside a car: a van. And the woman you looked at seemed friendly. Or surprised that you woke up so soon and stared at her. "Mornin' Sweety. You should take a good nap and I'll drive that Van to the border of tRed Grave, Here's no place for ya."

As much as you wanted to insist, a blanket was laid over you, carefully tucked into your side and it was so heavy and warm.. You didn't have an interest in fighting back anymore. It was so warm and cozy and the pain slowly faded. Still you noticed the constant chatter between the woman and the bird. Now and then the voice of the man breaking through the silence. But you weren't surprised that it was not quiet for long. The door to the Van got closed, a lighter was used and then the engine of the car started to howl. It didn't matter that you were supposed to sleep, your mind tried very hard to stay awake. And in the end, you lost. The next time you woke up, the car was no longer making a milkshake out of you. You felt much better than before. The pounding in your head was gone and the pain in your chest as well. Your skin itched caused by all the dried blood.

"Ey, sleeping beauty is awake!" You slowly tried to sit up, only to be hit with a towel right in your face. "take a shower, sweetie. Just go to the back of the Van." The woman introduced herself as Nico, before she started to fiddle around with a box. Besides the towel she also handed you bandages and some clothing that was not your size but at least it covered more of your skin, that what you were still wearing right now. "Thanks..", you muttered, overloaded with all the stuff that was given to you and bumped your head on a cabinet as you tried to get up. Oh great. The bird started to laugh with a cackling sound and you just growled weakly while squeezing yourself through the Van. Shower..Shower. Ah! Hidden behind that corner. It took a while to arrange yourself, telling the bird to not even dare to peek. V - apparently the guy that had saved you, didn't seem to be type to do something immodest. But the Bird.. Tsk. Stripping out of your clothes you stepped inside the shower, playing around with the handles to adjust the temperature of the water. While trying to find the perfect setting for yourself, you took of the bloody bandages. The skin underneath was mostly smooth, the tissue of the your skin had been knitting itself together pretty fast. Only a few old scars showed up on your arms, legs and between your shoulder blades. The only scars that you still could feel.. But at least you managed to keep them out of the sight of strangers, so no one dared to ask.

Finally bare you used the water, working your hair with something that was supposed to be shampoo. But it took nearly forever to even get the all dirt out of your hair. The water remained red for a good while, just slowly turning lighter as the water turned cold. Leaning your forehead against the wall you breathed through, allowing the cold water to run over your back, the steady feeling of water drumming on your skin was able to comfort you. You couldn't even remember when you had your last shower. It didn't matter if the water was warm or cold. You just wanted to feel clean, wash all the gore and blood away. You could not stay here forever. Even if the thought was temping, so you hurried to clean yourself up as fast as possible and picked the towel to rub yourself dry. This probably had been the best shower you ever had taken. Or at least in the last few weeks. Reaching outside to grab the clothes you stared at the bird and the bird stared right back at you. Was that thing serious? Throwing the blanket at that thing you cursed it, promising it to make some soup out of it as you harshly grabbed the clothes and slammed the cabin of the shower again. Empusa? No problem. But a Demon Bird that had been waiting infront of the shower for you to finish?

Creepy as fuck. With damp hair and dressed you made your way outside and crossed your arms in front of your chest., judging the avian with a look, that made him flee with a screeching sound and landing on the shoulder of his master. "Whass' up, Missy? Afraid to join us?" Well, that didn't work as planned..You certainly wouldn't tell the bird that an apology was in order.. Instead you turned your attention towards the woman at the drivers seat and smiled grateful.

"Thanks for the shower..and the clothes. I will return that kindness to you." "It's fine, Miss. Got the boy to pay for me, ain't that right, V?" The man just huffed and agreed quietly, but didn't look up from his book. He simply turned the page and hit the demonic bird with the length of the cane to stop him from doing more nonsense. Or you really would make some soup out of him. Nico took a pull from her cigarette and leaned over her seat as she eyed you while puffing out some smoke.

You hated the smell, but she had cared for your and still planned to drop you off at the border of the city. As if there was a way for you to leave this place. You weren't done yet. No. The new Demon King needed to be stopped. And there still were people out there that could be saved. And you were able to protect yourself... Just not like this, "Lookin' much better without all the blood.", Nico hummed and eyed you really closely. Did she notice? The eyes behind the round glasses were sharp, but if there was something your host saw, Nico didn't mouth it all.

"And your overall state seems to be fine. You recoverd fast,", the mysterious man mused and you knew that you had to think of a story about that really, really quick. Unless they let the topic drop. By the looks of it he had a contract with demons. That you could see clearly.. But desperate times...

You shook of that thought and turned back to Nico who just inhaled deeply to start talking. "We'll move on tomorrow. If ya want, take a walk outside. V needs to clear the street for me." "Why don't you do that yourself?", the Bird asked and ducked as Nico threw some packaging at the Bird, who simply dissolved into ink and got absorbed by V's body, the small box meeting black hair. He didn't look all to happy with that situation, but you decided to indeed take a walk outside and leave them alone with the discussion.

It was darker than before, cloudy and even a bit chilly. The Van was rusty and severally damaged, now that you actually had a chance to have a look at it.

With a sigh you tried to fix the pants that you were given. Loose fit at least.. But maybe you needed a belt for them soon. Unlike the Van, the air smelled like rain. You couldn't help but inhale deeply. It certainly wasn't smart to get out with damp hair, but a cold in times like these couldn't be worse than demons and Trees from the Underworld. The street the Van was parked in was meant for one way only and there were some roots in the way, ah - the ones V had to get out of the way.You wondered how far...Oh. Nevermind, you could see the tree from here. A few fragile buildings left and right, cracked ground and so many inncoents that were dried out and leaving only shells behind. The bodies would dissolve fast enough and there was nothing you could do. Only keep the fallen in your memories. How many families were ripped arpart? If the Gates of Heaven would open for the victims?

Walking around the Van you hummed a familiar tune, until you were interrupted by a cloud of black ink, slowly building itself into that bird from before. "So..Miss.", you leaned against the Van and looked up to the Demon, his wings nearly hitting your face as he started to fly in front of you. "What is it, chicken?" "You're not human, are ya?" Raising a brow you crossed your arm in front of your chest and looked up to the bird. "What makes you think so?", was the only reply he would get. Griffon cackled and sat on top of the Van, ruffling his feathers proudly. "Your not dry like a raisin", he squeaked and used his beak to hit your head. As if to play 'Knock-Knock' .. Did his master not know about that birds own mind?

"It runs in the family." I was not even a lie. Just not the entire truth. But there was no reason to explain yourself to a Demon. "Nah, Nah. Not good enough, you hear me? You might fool the others, but you can't follow a Demon. Not the mighty Griffon!" That saved you the introduction. Griffon.. Didn't ring a bell in your head. Leaving the spot at the Van you took a few steps and turned around to face the avian, the hint of a smirk on your lips. "Smart little bird. But does it matter? There are more important matters to focus on." He cackled and there was electricity in the air, his position towards you didn't seem to be friendly at all. "Need to know if you cause any problems for V. So?" His eyes focused you and something was shifting in the air. Demons. "Listen, Demon.. We wish for the same. And now get your master, things are getting ugly."

The street indeed filled with all the nasties, you were unable to count the amount of demons, but thankfully V was leaving the van and regarded you only with a look, telling you to stay inside. "You just recovered, it might be best...to sit this battle out." "Don't worry..V. - I shall be fine." "You can't be serious, now Ihe two watch you both?! I'm not getting paid enough for this shit!" This time you smirked for real, but didn't even plan to go back inside. That bird was right. But thankfully he didn't know about your origin or the abilities that lurked deep within you. There was more to this world than just Devils and Demons.

It was time to bring back the light to this city.

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