#Post Devil May Cry AU

[skvaderarts]

Saudade Chapter 13: Sympathetic Succor

Chapter Thirteen: Sympathetic Succor

Note: I thought this might make a nice little warm-up while I get back in the headspace to write Petrichor. I’ve been thinking about it since I brought it up as a half-joking reply to one of the comments left by the ever-funny Temeraire101 in chapter eleven of Saudade. Bear with me, everyone. I’m getting back on the horse. Slowly.

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It had been wise to head to the market when they had.

The last few days were marked by the continuation of the storm, its waters overflowing the gutters and soaking every surface that stood before it as water was often want to. 

The local government had issued a stay-at-home order as a temporary precaution to reduce the risk of drownings, one that proved to be redundant as anyone with any sense had opted to do so long before they’d been asked. The only motivation anyone had found to break the order had been to procure necessary resources, a violation of the order that would have occurred regardless of whether or not it had been made an exception to the rule, something that it proved to be from the get-go. After all, no one was going to remain within the walls of their home and starve, now were they?

But regardless of such orders, neither V nor Sirrus had plans to leave the house. They were content to remain where they were, cozy and warm within the brick and cast iron walls of the red-haired man’s cozy multistory flat. They’d only left briefly to grab ingredients for the recipe that Sirrus had wanted to make for him, and it had been exquisite, but the next morning they’d both awakened to something they hadn’t expected.

Sirrus had caught a cold.

Neither of them had even remotely expected that when they’d woken up the next morning and met in the kitchen, but they’d been confronted with it regardless. At first, it was just a small cold, something Sirrus asserted that he’d sleep off by the next day. But by the time the next morning had rolled around V found himself completely alone in the kitchen when he woke up in the morning and Sirrus was nowhere to be found.

Upon going to check on the red-haired man V discovered that he was much worse off now than he’d been the day before, something that Sirrus found as baffling as V found it alarming. He couldn’t exactly take something for it due to not being, well, human and its effectiveness being subject to variation, but neither of them had expected Sirrus to wake up and be worse off after a good night’s sleep.

Remaining in his room and opting to just try and take it easy for the day had seemed like the best option at the time, especially after contacting Magnolia and being advised to do just that. He’d drank some tea and opted to just take a nap, a cycle that he’d been repeating for the majority of the morning, unable to stay asleep despite being exhausted.

And during that time V had been planning. Scheming and plotting until he’d come to the only logical conclusion that he could.

He’d make Sirrus some soup.

It had been a tricky endeavor considering the fact that heading outside was a last resort, and he didn’t wish to commission some poor underpaid delivery person to risk their life on his behalf, but he’d come up with something in the end and had spend the better part of the morning both preparing it and hiding it from Sirrus. He wanted it to be a surprise.

But after several hours of preparing the meal and utterly failing to figure out where half the things in the kitchen were located due to the meticulous manner in which they’d been sorted, he sat down, exhaled heavily, and poured himself a glass of water. He needed a quick break. And he was willing to bet that Sirrus could use something to drink.

Heading over to the door with a second glass of water in hand, the young summoner knocked on the door apprehensive, hoping to catch him when he was awake and not asleep. If he was resting he would let him stay that way. But after a moment a noticeably hoarse voice from the other side of the door beckoned him inside and he obliged, stepping into the room and closing the door behind himself. Sirrus had already been awake. He could tell.

“... We shouldn’t go grocery shopping together,” Sirrus said with a soft, slightly anemic, and wet cough as he watched V approach and sit the glass down on his bedside table. He nodded gratefully through his haze, taking a moment to compose himself and catch his breathing. His cold had seemingly migrated to his chest, something that was almost as unpleasant as it sounded. And something that concerned V more than the fact that Sirrus was unwell in the first place, even though that also worried him deeply. How had this come to pass? Surely he’d caught something when they were out at the market; that much was obvious. But… how?

“I still don’t fully understand how this has happened to you,” V said as he sat down towards the middle of Sirrus’s bed. The curtains were partially open, allowing some of the stormy light from outside to filter in. It was a beautiful view, in truth, but not one that he imagined Sirrus could fully appreciate in the way that he might wish to at present. “I was laboring under the impression that you were impervious to illness.”

“Circumstantially, yes,” Sirrus said somewhat weakly, not elaborating any further. At least not initially. He exhaled heavily and looked over at V, taking note of something.

V was looking at Sirrus as though he’d just said something that didn’t make any sense to him. It was a subtle look, but it was still perceptible. He had no idea what the Adjudicator was talking about, that much was clear. And understandable. 

Chuckling and then attempting to clear his throat only to realize that his throat was dry, Sirrus sat up further in his bed. This was going to take a little bit of explaining.

“When I am at my full power, I am incapable of contracting any illness, yes. But when fully depleted, my immune system… deteriorates.” Sirrus paused to take a swig of the water that V had brought him, making a face that indicated that he wasn’t pleased with the taste in his mouth as he sat it down, abandoning his previous efforts to wet his throat. It seemed that he’d reached the stage where everything he tried to drink tasted like his cold. Wonderful. Just splendid. “While I am recovering and regaining my strength, my invulnerability inverts, and I become susceptible to more or less anything with the exception of things that are not contracted by pathogens. And I am especially vulnerable to infections.”

“So if you were to develop a blood-borne infection… “ V’s speech gradually grew slower as he trailed off towards the end of his statement, the mental picture that it painted in his head too unpleasant for him to linger on. It was best not to even risk speaking that into existence. He wouldn’t call himself suspicious, but perhaps suspicion believed in him.

“The less thought put towards that notion the better, mo chara daor.” Sirrus coughed again, this time for longer and quite a bit harder, at that. V gave him a sympathetic look, hesitating for a brief moment before placing his hand on the back of his shoulder. He’d never considered what it felt like to worry over a sick loved one before. Even when his own father had been in a coma, he’d held hope that his supreme healing factor would prevail. Part of him had utterly refused to even consider the idea that he wouldn’t be okay. And while he wasn’t laboring under the idea that Sirrus couldn’t pull through a chest cold, it was… unnerving to witness someone so utterly unkillable in such a state. The idea that he was even susceptible to a cold was disquieting to him in a way that he couldn’t quite place.

“Do you need anything from me, Sirrus?” V asked softly. He was worried and trying not to show it, and they both knew that, but he still didn’t want to worry Sirrus, and the red-haired man was genuinely touched by that, even if he didn’t need him to expend the effort on his behalf.

The man with the red hair shook his head tiredly. He understood his friend’s desire to help him out, but for the moment, he was fine. He would manage. And if he couldn’t, he had a contingency plan for that. And V. He always had V. 

With their conversation now over, V left him to rest, standing up and heading to the door. He probably needed to check on the soup anyway. It was best not to hover around someone who was sick. For both of their sakes. V couldn’t remember the last time he’d been under the weather due to non-supernatural conditions, but he wasn’t keen to make that a more simple thing to recall in the future. And for all he knew, he might somehow make his companion sicker. He would continue preparing his little surprise. That was probably the best course of action right now. For both of them.

“If you do need anything, please. Let me know.” V said from his place at the door, a genuinely bright, empathetic smile spreading across his face. He knew what it was like to suffer. To be brought low by circumstances outside of your control. Sirrus would be alright. They would both make sure of it. His dear friend had been there for him through everything that the universe could throw at him. V wasn’t going anywhere. Neither of them would if the other needed them. He was just much more accustomed to it being him and not Sirrus. “I’ll help you. It’s no trouble. I mean that.”

“I’d never doubt that you would. Thank you, V,” Sirrus said with a weary chuckle, his eyes still bright despite the obvious discomfort he felt in his chest. He just looked at V fondly for a long moment before laying back and closing his eyes, pulling the covers back up over himself and tiredly settling in. He exhaled tiredly and then went silent, the only indication that he was alive being his breathing.

V slipped out of the room quietly, closing the door behind himself. He didn’t want to wake him if he’d started to drift off. He needed the rest and the summoner had work to do. Shaking his head slightly in a grimly amused manner he chuckled to himself. If he was lucky he could be finished before Sirrus woke up. That should make them both feel better.

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This was a fun little chapter! It helped me get back in the right headspace. I hope you enjoyed it! Let me know what you think! Fun little chapters like this are fun and I’m always looking for more ideas, especially from all of you! You have such fun ones!

The next chapter will also be a Saudade chapter for next week partially due to needing more time to get back in the swing of things and because Shadow of the Erdtree is coming out next week and AHHH! I’m streaming it at launch and the lead-up has been pure stress. That’s taking up all of my spare time at the moment. But if anyone wants to hang out and check it out with me, I updated my Profile and added a link to both it and the Discord server. Swing by if you’d like! I have a schedule posted there. Are any of you going to be playing it, too? Let me know! I’m always excited to talk about fun games lol! I’ll see you all back here next week! Take care and thanks again for reading. It feels good to be back writing something. ANYTHING! Bye bye!

[storytellering]

Young and dumb and in love

[grinkubus]

👀

[rwac96]

I would ask if Dante is going to participate, but I get the feeling that he won't thanks to Bayonetta.

"What challenge?" Dante asks innocently as he lies in bed, naked and covered in hickeys. "I enjoy lovemaking with my beautiful witch."

"Thought so," Cereza said, kissing at the half-demon's neck. "Much better time than focusing on a ridiculous challenge."

[madmanwonder]

Ask

Crossover AU

What would Dante think if Bayonetta came into his shop dressed like this? Is she trying to show him up... or get his attention?

“Lookin’ good in my coat, babe.” The red-clothed demon hunter replied as he ogled her voluptuous body in his signature red coat.

[nebularanger-art]

Devil May Cry Furry AU Pt 1: The Sparda Family

Part of my Furry May Cry series of images. All designs are okay to draw, so long as I'm credited and tagged.

When it comes to drawing Devil May Cry characters as furries, the popular species choices for the Sparda family tend to be carnivorous, especially as canids/felids are the default choice of animals people go to for furry character designs. I, however, am someone who prefers ungulates as my go-to choice of mammalian species.

While Sparda is still a demon, the mortal form he takes on is meant to resemble a red deer, as stags are depicted to be guardians/leaders of the forests. Though, his size and antlers makes him look more like the extinct Irish elk. Eva, meanwhile, is a horse (albeit one without a distinct breed); An animal both quaint and unassuming, yet majestic and prized. And it ties into the Sparda twins being...

Unicorns. A creature long sought after for their elusiveness and the power they hold. (Technically they're actually hippocerfs, but I needed an excuse to make them unicorns.) Them being half-deer ties isn't as important outside of explaining why they have horns, but the horse symbolism reigns (get it) even stronger here so I'll list off how they tie into Dante and Vergil.

Dante:

Travel. Horses are the oldest mode of transportation besides our own two feet, and combined with them being used in myths as passages to and from the underworld, they fit right in with Dante traversing through literal hell and back.

Humanity. Horses and humans have had a long link with each other that almost rivals dogs in terms of just how much love we give to these animals.

Vergil:

Power. Horses are often seen as a commanding animal that demand your attention, from a status symbol by the royal to a vehicle for soldiers in war.

Death and demons. Did you know that the "mare" part of "nightmare" used to be literal? There's also the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, and more specifically Death with his pale horse

Going back to Vergil for a bit, let's look at V and Urizen specifically. V is technically a white horse, but the ink grafted onto them from the Nightmare demons they host gives them the appearance of a zebra.

Urizen makes it as obvious as possible that he's a stag through just how monstrous his antlers are. Not only are they representative of the Qilphoth tree he was desperate to seek, but they're also based on "monster" deer antlers that result from either hormonal imbalances or intentional breeding for deer hunting farms to create the ideal trophy. (Don't look that up if you're squeamish btw)

Now as for Nero, he (and by extension, his mother, the Lady in Red) is a roe deer. Though not the same species, he represents the side that his father Vergil most idolizes: The deer side, the demon side, Sparda.

Of course, Nero didn't know this even though he knew he stood out from the rest of his "herd", The Order of the Sword. This is also a reference to Bambi, who lives his life as an ordinary roe deer but eventually realizes that he's the son of the Old Prince. I'm talking about the original book, by the way; The Disney movie throws away half the story and turns Bambi from a European Jewish roe deer into an American whitetail deer of indeterminate religious status.

[jangmo-othewarrior]

Thinking bout my DMC Pokémon AU again... Vergil should have a Pawniard because look me in the eye and tell me that that little dude wouldn't immediately fanboy over the Yamato.... and never leave him alone until he caught it... it wouldnt evolve either itd just stay a little guy.... its also shiny but Vergil didn't know because he's never seen a Pawniard before... Dante is upset on multiple levels because of this- mainly petty ones...

[undefeatablesin]

Anyway pls enjoy this Good Hunter Ruza WIP lol ✨️

[therealmofamorus]

(Ask, Original Crossover, SMB) Dante, choose between Bayonetta, Bridget and Ahsoka.

“Smash Bridget because she is cute and smol.”

“Save the smashing for the cute one? Nice~”

“Marry Bayonetta because she is one badass babe who can kick ass and chew bubble gum~!”

“Good choice boy~”

“Breed Ahsoka because it always been a dream of mine to bred a sexy alien babe~”

“And I thought Harry was the perverted one.”

[dante-winning-archive]

Something I've wondered: what if V found the Sparda and brought it to Nero? What do you think would have happened? Would Nero have gotten a power boost from it?

[skvaderarts]

Petrichor chapter 66: Acquisition

Chapter 66: Acquisition

Note: Hi, everyone! I hope you're having a good week! Was it cold where you were this last week, too? Going from the hottest summer on record here to probably the coldest winter is very… yikes. *Cries* I like the cold better.

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“Again, my apologies for not arriving sooner. I was tied up at the office.” Kayro said as he followed Aluta through the locked door and down the stairs into the very depths of the estate. She reached the second door at the base of the stairs and unlocked it before sliding the door open, the metal hinge creaking loudly in the echoey chamber. Just as before, the other cells were empty, but the one at the very end of the hall with the conspicuously transparent wall was still occupied. And its occupant almost seemed to be expecting them. He sat against the back wall on a bench in the very center of the room, staring directly down the hallway. Perhaps he'd heard their footsteps. It was echoey enough for that to be easily possible, after all.

“That's quite alright. We'll just be happy to not have to think about him anymore.” Willow said as they continued into the room. She'd come along to unlock the door for him, Aluta not having her keys on hand. Flora had opted to stay on the main floor and out of their way, not interested in interacting with their uninvited guest any longer than what was necessary. There was no fear of him and her heart, not by a long shot. But she didn't enjoy being in his presence any more than a lamb enjoyed being within the jaws of a wolf.

Moments later, the trio came to a stop in front of the cell, Kayro finally getting a better look at the individual he'd heard so much about. He wore ragged hooded robes and a mask that appeared to be slightly damaged, and he got the impression that his composure was either very genuine, or he was exceptionally good at acting and was waiting to explode If even slightly provoked. But if the report that Sirrus had drafted up and submitted was anything to go off of, then he was quite a bit more dangerous than he seemed. An accomplished summoner and someone who had somehow managed to survive being at least partially possessed by a Devil Prince. Even in his currently diminished state, he shouldn't be taken lightly. Something that was duly noted by the dark haired Adjudicator.

“So this is the culprit, then…” He said in a cool tone as he approached the door. Willow flanked him, inserting the key into the lock but not turning it just yet. She then tilted her head so that she could get a better look at him and waited for him to nod in agreement before moving to unlock the door. She wasn't just going to spring it open while he was unprepared, and this was an individual who needed to be handled with extreme prejudice and care. No one wanted a summoner loose on the grounds who wasn't supposed to be.

“This would be him, yes.” Aluta said with a small, polite nod. She stepped back, retaining direct and unwavering eye contact with him as he slowly stood and made his way closer to the doorway. Her message and intentions were clear. He was not going to be shown any leniency by them should he try anything funny. And his prior experience with her was enough to tell him that she was not someone he wanted to tangle with. She'd been more than formidable, and he'd been rather lucky that she hadn't been able to do more at the time, or else he might not be there.

Kayro stared at Agreus in utter silence as he stood there and looked at him, an undeniable chill trickling down his spine as he adjusted his shirt collar. He couldn't explain it, but there was something that was just off about this individual. Something that he genuinely didn't like. He had taken the time before arriving to leaf through Sirrus’s uncharacteristically detailed report, so he knew the details of what had occurred (Well, at least the details his partner was willing to share with their benefactors on an official basis) and knew that he had the potential to be quite dangerous, but he hadn't realized until just then how utterly creepy he was. It was almost as though he were a husk of a person, a shell masquerading as a living being. As though his very essence had been whisked away under the cover of darkness.It was genuinely disquieting.

“Leave it. Security can worry about it once we arrive." Kayro said, waving off Aluta’s silent offer to remove the mask for him. There was no need. Not for the moment, at least.

Frankly, he didn't want the image of this twisted man's visage etched into his brain. He didn't want to put a face to the evil that stood before him. Kayro didn't fear Agreus, but he certainly didn't wish to be around him any longer than he needed to be. This was a professional matter and he would see it finished in a professional capacity. Those were the minimum standards he required of himself. And then he would move on and do his level best to forget that he'd ever interacted with him just as he had any other time he was forced to do any form of fieldwork. If not for the circumstances, he wouldn't have come in person at all. But this was a request directly from Sirrus, so he wasn't going to assign it to anyone else. Especially after reading the details of the injuries that Sirrus had sustained during their lengthy battle. Injuries that were undoubtedly part of the reason he decided to take a leave of absence for the time being. Anyone capable of taking Sirrus in a fight was not someone He was interested in tangling with.

Standing firm and straight-backed, the adjudicator with the black hair gave the man he was to escort an unflinching look, keeping his composure but allowing his aura of authority to be slightly amplified. He wanted to make himself clear and establish from the get-go that he was not to be trifled with.

“Agreus. I've come to retrieve you on behalf of the Tribunal at the request of Adjudicator Sanguine. You will be summarily judged in accordance with our standard protocols and procedures and then my superiors will take charge from there on. But until such time you are in my care and custody and I expect you to behave yourself.” The look on his face was nothing short of humorless, any indication that he may be speaking facetiously dissipating the instant after those words exited his mouth. He would not tolerate anything short of a smooth and uneventful transfer. There was no question. “Your cooperation is required and expected to maintain orderly conduct along our route to your detainment facility. I have prior authorization to use lethal force if absolutely necessary. If you have any further questions as to your rights or privileges, they will be answered for you in greater detail once you arrive. Until such time, voluntary silence is preferable. I hope that is understood. Now let's proceed.”

With that, Kayro turned his attention back to Willow and Aluta, the two of them splitting their attention between him and their unwelcome guest, eager at the prospect of his imminent departure. It wasn't as though they needed the cell for anything else, but having a being as powerful and driven to do evil as he was residing within the confines of their manner wasn't exactly something either of them relished. They were glad that Sirrus had sent in an express request to have him transferred somewhere that was more equipped to handle him in the long term.

The adjudicator reached within his coat pocket and took out what appeared to be a strange set of cuffs, gesturing for Agreus to extend his hands outward so that he could place them upon him. The summoner seemed to hesitate for a moment, perhaps sensing that these were not ordinary cuffs, but moments later felt more or less compelled to put them on, seemingly realizing that there was little he could do in the way of rebellion in such a state. He was outnumbered and outclassed as things stood. This was not going to go well. So he relented and allowed himself to be bound. And Kayro couldn't shake the feeling as he placed the cuffs on him that he was gnashing his teeth in hatred under that mask, a notion that was as disturbing as it was morbidly amusing. 

He could feel the hatred radiate off of him. Oh yes, he could feel it. He was attuned to such things, after all. That was his field of expertise.

With the cuffs secured the four of them made their way down the hallway and back up the flight of steps, locking each of the doors behind them as they made their way back to the main lobby. At the door, they were greeted by two other individuals, guards of some sort who had accompanied the black hair adjudicator to their residence. It seemed that he'd brought them as a precaution in the event that there was a problem. And if the second car outside was anything to go off of, then they were not the only backup he'd opted to bring along. He’d certainly come prepared. The Hallmark of an individual who did his homework and did it very well. He was nothing if not thorough.

Kayro and both of his henchmen waited as the door was opened for them and they escorted their prisoner down the front steps and into the open back seat of the first car, the second car ready to flank them on their way back to the headquarters. There were six guards in total between the two cars, the most he'd been able to leverage on such short notice, but still more than standard for operations such as this. He was taking every precaution he could. 

Moments later, Agreus was secured in the backseat, his cuffs latched to a secure holding device attached to the backseat of the car, his ankles secured by another less advanced cuff. He wouldn't be kicking the seat on the way back.

Once he was certain that everything had been given the green light, he turned his attention back to both of the Ludwig sisters, pleased that they'd been able to help him on quite literally no notice. He'd been lucky that they had been home, frankly. He was immensely appreciative of their helpfulness. Should he need to return, it was probably best he call ahead next time. “I thank you once again for your assistance, mistresses. It has been a pleasure to see you, and I hope you continue to do well.”

Willow smiled and nodded politely, waving at him as she stepped back onto the porch before turning around and heading into the house, eager to locate Flora and find out what was going on. She knew that she'd missed something, and she was hopeful that the young witch would be able to fill her in. Aluta stayed behind, however, gazing at Agreus from within the car. There was just nothing good that she could say about him. She hoped that they brought the hammer down on him swiftly and with no mercy.

“Just be careful. Please. I trust those cuffs are enchanted?” Aluta said softly, her gentle demeanor softening Kayro’s stern and serious tone. He gave her a sympathetic look, touched by her concern for his safety. It was rare that someone besides Sirrus worried over him.

“Yes, that goes without saying. Don't worry, I wouldn't dare attempt to transfer someone who possesses the powers he does without taking the necessary precautions first. My team doesn't deserve that, and it's beneath my professional dignity.” Kayro smiled pleasantly, bowing politely to her for a second time as he prepared to bid the residence adieu. They had a long trip ahead of them. It was time to hit the road. “I hope you're able to sleep easy tonight knowing that he is gone.”

Aluta nodded. That was good to hear. It was not an uncommon thing for her to discover that someone wasn't exactly well versed regarding the potential dangers they faced when it came to sorcery. But thankfully, Kayro possessed virtually nothing in regards to ego, and was perhaps the best person currently present to handle this situation besides herself, and even then she wasn't sure that she could in her current state. But he was level-headed and hyper-focused on the task at hand, so he was the next best thing. “Oh, I certainly will. Let Sirrus know when you get back, would you? I'm sure he'd like to have one less thing to worry about.”

“With pleasure.” He said with a soft chuckle. Yes, he was absolutely willing to believe that Sirrus would like to hear that. If there was one thing he could do with less of it was things to worry about. “Take care and have a wonderful day.”

With a final wave, he turned away from her and headed back to the car, allowing one of the two guards to drive and opting to get in the front passenger seat so that the second guard who flanked him could sit in the back with Agreus. This was going to be a long drive. A VERY long drive. And he'd be very glad if he was able to get home at a reasonable hour today. Or that evening, at the very least. Ugh. 

He needed to renegotiate his pay when he came back from vacation.

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Haha! Poor Kayro. He needs that vacation so badly. Man is married to his job but it's a toxic marriage and he needs a divorce! I hope you enjoyed the chapter! I'll see you next Friday, January 26th, and in the comments both on here and Discord if you're over there! Bye bye!

[storytellering]

Killer stare.

[sparkie96]

“The Blue Devil, The Demon Child, and The Winged Lion”

While stuck in Gabriel’s clutches as an Omega Harem Boy, Leon notices that there has been an uninvited, yet to be caught little intruder in the gardens of “Olympus”, stealing fruits, foods, and other little things.

One day, while having wandered off from one of Gabriel’s parties, Leon sits in the garden and leaves an apple as a peace offering for this little intruder.

He wasn’t expecting a little boy with Snow White hair and an odd looking arm…and his black panther with blood red eyes.

On top of that, now, the Daddy of said little boy keeps making an appearance at the parties and, well, seducing Leon with not only a proposition, but with relief.

Guess now he knew what happened to the guards sent out to investigate.

Rated for ABO Themes, Sexual Themes, Language, and Canon-Typical Violence.

(A/N: In which I write my own little AU about an AU and cross it over with Devil May Cry because I can never get enough Leon finding a little Nero and Dadgil, who get him out of a dangerous situation and back home to Chris…with a stipulation of course.)

[inkburnt]

Read on AO3!

Fandom: Lies of P, Devil May Cry Teen and up // Gen // Complete // Chapters: 1/1 // Words: 5,677 Characters: P, Geppetto, Gemini, V Warning(s): N/A Additional tags: Crossover, V is not part of Vergil, V’s name is Vitale, canon-typical violence, eventual found family, written before release AU/Series: Heartsprings

His mission is to shut down the Venigni Works factory, and rescue the man himself if he can find him. However, meeting a miserable, sickly thing in need where he least expects it leads to a slight change of course, emotions that are new, and a series of questions he's hopeless to answer alone. In using his new life to save the life of another, is he possibly jeopardizing other lives down the line? What does it really mean to be a "good" boy?

[rwac96]

What about Dante? Is it true that you slept with him, Bayonetta?

Bayonetta: *coyly* "Oh, Mr. Son of Sparda? I did enjoy my fun with him~."

Dante: "Braggart much?"

Bayonetta: "It is when I proved to have more stamina~."

Dante: *blushes* "Hey!"

[madmanwonder]

Prompt

Crossover AU

Dante Vs Bayonetta

MK1 Intro Meme

Arena The Gate of Hell

Bayonetta: Did your mommy tell it rude to hit a lady~?

Dante: Where is the fun in not fighting a hot babe like yourself~?