#ɪ ᴀᴍ ʙᴜᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴅᴀʏs ᴏʟᴅ ( v: main )

[criimsoncloud]

@hellstung​ liked this for a starter !

Crunch.

V turned his head, the tip of his cane sliding neatly into the skull of a demon - a mere Hell Pride who had slipped the barriers between the realms. It was a single demon, a stray far from its pack, and V had parted from the foreign crowd with intent to deal with it before anyone else noticed. After all, though it may be one of the less powerful demons, it was surely enough to sow chaos in the streets. And where there was one, there was bound to be more.

That, and he could feel that he needed a little pick me up.

The demon turned to ash in a split second, glowing a soft lavender before disappearing. Observant eyes would see the glow slowly draw into the cane - and those with greater observation would see the faint tendrils of power trail up the cane and into the seemingly human’s hands.

“Pardon me,” V began, casual and seemingly unconcerned, addressing the new comer. “Unless you have much business here, I would suggest leaving.”

[criimsoncloud]

starter for @dantes--rebellion​

Click.

Cold metal upon his head.

A cocky smirk.

Crimson wash falls all over him.

Words, incomprehensible, yet he could hear the voice clearly.

A reverberating metal bang rings in his head.

Instant pain, blooming from his skull.

Footsteps, leaving him alone as he falls onto cold cobblestone.

                      w̨hy͝ d̶i̢d y͟oú lea͝v͞ę m̸ę-- w͟hy̕ did̢ y̕ou̡ ki̷l͠l m̨e--̢

A sudden gasp escapes V’s lungs as he shoots up from his place in bed, the sheets pooling around his waist. Chilling sweat pours down his skin, goosebumps all over his flesh. Chest heaves violently, and the overwhelming feeling of sinking into the depths of darkness blanketing his whole body. Eyes roam through the dark room, moonlight peering through the curtains being the only source of light. His eyes land on his lover, and he can’t stop his heart from seizing up in fear, the image of Dante’s younger self overlapping onto the older man. Suddenly, the weight of Dante’s arm feels too heavy - feels like hot acid, like the pain of a bullet through his brain.

Without hesitation, V slips away from Dante’s arm and away from the bed, uncaring if it stirs up his sleeping lover - it was too much, just too much, he needed away--

He just.

Couldn’t be in here right now--

He needed air-- he needed the outside--

[criimsoncloud]

@durativo​ continued from xxx

V snarled at the other man, the knife digging deeper into Dante’s flesh and nearly cutting it as he straddled his brother from above. He hated that man’s cocky grin - hated that man’s casualness and unkept nature - hated how much everyone cared and adored him - hated just how much he envied Dante and how much he had everything while V had nothing.

Hated how much he just cannot hate this man.

Hated how much he wanted to rip his throat out, carve out his heart, and keep it all to himself, for he was a greedy, selfish creature.

“I hate you so much, Dante--!”

A thin, red line formed upon Dante’s flesh, the bite of the knife finally sinking and digging deep, slicing flesh. Bright red blood oozed out, and just as quickly as he had brandished the knife to the hunter, he ripped it away, tossing it to the side with a loud clatter. Blood continued to spill everywhere, staining his hands, those silver locks of Dante’s, their clothes, but V had no care. He clutched the sides of Dante’s head, and with a growl, crushed Dante’s lips with his. There was no finesse in this kiss, no tender foreplay. Just a feral need to completely consume the man, to dig his fingers in his chest and rip that beating heart out.

[criimsoncloud]

“ now now, don’t black out yet. ”

Black spots littered his vision, shuddering breaths wracking through his body as he tried to fight the pain that coursed through his body. His dark master was not very lenient - blood slowly dripped from the open wounds, though not at all large and gaping. His wounds were small, enough to cause pain and misery, but not enough to permanently harm him. V’s arms shook, and he could feel a sticky, oily hand grasp his hair, yanking it hard and forcing his gaze upwards. A cold shiver passed upon his body, and a glow of something bright entered his peripheral.

It took a second for V to realize what it was.

“God, please, no--”

Chains rattled as he furiously struggled, a sudden rush of energy flowing through him, determined to flee from the red hot metal that was coming his way. But there was no where he could run, not chained and collared like a miserable dog.

He wouldn’t heal from this - he couldn’t! All he was, was a pathetic human--

“Please-- Don’t, anything but--”

His voice was cracking, the life that once felt snuffed out from his capture back, if only to escape the permanent brand.

“Anything but-- I will do anything--”

[criimsoncloud]

@durativo​ liked this for a short starter

“Dante, I’m afraid I will have to... decline your invitation. I’m afraid I’m not feeling very well.”

[criimsoncloud]

@kisscflife​ continued from xxx

“Well, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt trying something new; I’ll hold my opinions on these traditions until I have finally experienced them for myself.” He flipped the little ad around, trying to see if there was any significant information on it that he needed to know; yet there wasn’t much, really. “How long do we have to prepare for this event?”

[criimsoncloud]

@guideinferno​

"You know, Vergil. Stabbing yourself and making me deal with your problems isn’t going to work all the time.”

A pause, his voice only heard by Vergil himself - no one else could hear him.

“... I wouldn’t know how to stop that damnable motorcycle either.”

[criimsoncloud]

[ spine ]

touch starved meme 

Those fingers of Nero's left a burning trail along his bare spine - the touch both burned and sent shivers down his back. It was a foreign sensation, having never been touched like this in his current form, nor did he care for the touch in his previous. V's own hands came up, gently cupping Nero's face and pressed his forehead against the other's. "Nero, I do hope you are prepared for any further actions I may take, and take responsibility… if you continue to tease me like this."

[criimsoncloud]

Nero eyed V curiously, before clearing his throat loudly to get said male’s attention. “Hey V. Do you have any plans this weekend? There’s a Halloween party and I...” His voice trailed off as the words were momentarily lost on him. “I was wondering if you would want to go with me?” Nero handed V an ad he’d found outside a haunted house, and a couple’s costume catalog with a sheepish grin on his face. //Hi Criim! I hope this is okay. :)

V took the ad in his hands, tilting his head as he read the paper. He hummed, before glancing up towards Nero, an inquisitive look in his eyes. “While I do not have much plans on the weekend besides my usual researching... dare I ask you to explain what Halloween is?” He’s been... away from the human world for so long that human holidays were just a vague concept. “I still have much to learn on traditions and holidays, I’m afraid...”

[criimsoncloud]

💔💔💔

muse trust test (accepting)

“I am honestly unsurprised that my other self feels this way - and I assure you, the feeling is reciprocated. I hold no trust in Vergil whatsoever to not stab me at the first opportunity. Or send me into the arms of a nightmare once again.”

There was a quite valid and selfish reason why he left Red Grave and the usual stomping grounds of demons. 

[criimsoncloud]

starter for @cantusgratia​

He was only half asleep on the park bench when he felt a distantly familiar presence settle beside the wooden seat. With reluctance, V pulled the book from his face, having used it as a way to shield his eyes from the beating sun, blearily glancing to the side to see who had spotted him. A familiar shock of red hair greeted his eyes. “... Kyrie?” V mumbled, still waking up from his mid-day nap in the park. “... Fancy meeting you in this part of the city; I didn’t quite expect to see a familiar face today.”

[criimsoncloud]

Do you think, if you fought Sparda today, you would be able to win against him?

“...”

He raised an eyebrow.

“... I would ask you to look at me again, and then ask yourself the same exact question.”

[criimsoncloud]

starter for @letssxxx​

Pale lilac wisps circled around his cane as he stabbed the final demon, the disgusting energy crawling from his weapon into his body. The man scowled once the demon disappeared; the demon nest he had found wasn’t even plenty - only a handful of demons, not the hoard that he was promised by the local informant. The silver cane clattered as V slid to the bloodsoaked ground, his large feline familiar coming to his side and supporting the summoner. An irritated hiss slipped from his mouth, glancing at the cracks in his hand.

“Aw jeeze, those small fries were a complete waste of time V!” the brilliantly blue coloured demon crowed, settling beside his summoner. “Couldn’t even rip it apart for any meat, not to mention it barely had any energy for ya to chow down on!” Griffon flapped his wings in irritation - with only five minor demons, it was barely enough of a meal for V. (As pleasant and delicious human food was... it wouldn’t sustain the crumbling summoner who was held together by the remnants of his former devil energy. And that was not very plentiful now - it’s been months since the Qliphoth, and though eating demons was a stopgap... they still haven’t found a way to stop him from crumbling.)

Shadow’s ear twitched, and gently slid from V’s body, a threatening rumble passing from their maw. Even Griffon’s head turned, six eyes staring at the mouth of the alley, feathers spreading out as he placed himself between the entrance and V.

“What is it, Griffon?” 

“Kitty says there’s a stronger demon roamin’ around. Stronger than these lameass empusas.”

[criimsoncloud]

☰ 💔 (for certain reasons uwu)

muse trust test (accepting) 

“I can’t find myself surprised or shocked at this demon’s distrust in me - though it makes me curious as to why. Perhaps he senses the taint that clings on to me from my former master.”

[criimsoncloud]

dream, v comforting nero after a nightmare ((i hope this is okay kgjdfk i can pick something else if it's not))

wordless prompts || ( still accepting ! )

He felt the bed shift again - with V sharing the bed, and being an extremely light sleeper, he could feel every movement of his partner. But there was something wrong this time... he heard whispered words, and Nero felt like he was trembling. He couldn’t hear the words properly, but whatever Nero was saying, it was causing the man distress. A wash of worry flooded over V, and he twisted in the bed, facing the other man. “Nero-- Nero, wake up-- it’s just a dream, Nero--”

Thin arms wrapped around Nero from behind, loosely just in case he would react negatively to being woken up. V’s voice was roughened by sleep, yet he continued to speak, trying to rouse his partner back, hands gently gripping Nero’s shoulders.  “Nero, it’s not real-- I’m right here--”

[criimsoncloud]

[consent is sexy]

sexual tension meme ( still accepting )

A low chuckle escaped from him, the air between them brushing between their nearly kissing lips. He heard Nero’s polite question shyly murmured in between their heated kisses, hands just chastely resting on the curve above his hips. V pressed another kiss back upon Nero’s lips, a hand coming up to caress his jawline. “Such a gentleman,” he whispered against those lips, moving down to kiss him upon his chin and jaws. “But there’s no need to be shy, my dear Nero... you can take and touch whenever you feel like it...” He brought his gaze back up, olive green eyes locking with Nero’s blue. “I promise I’ll let you know when something is unwanted... but right now, I don’t mind at all.”