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updcop · 7 months ago

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I’m here to report a felony, and I think you know the rules and so do I

So the deal is I found this threat in this cypher:

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Thank you for your lead, we will put our best men in charge of interpreting this cypher. Thank you for helping us keep Unova and her people safe

-L

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powerfultenderness · 5 years ago

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Illuminated

Title: Illuminated

Rating: T

Pairing: Vergil/Reader

Summary: Who knew he’d find a kindred soul because a demon managed to run away from him?

Word count: 3524

Some demons were nothing but cowards. Vergil was agitated, angry even, that this stupid demon thought it could get away from him. Of course it did, while Vergil was busy handling it’s friends, but he’d catch up to the damn thing and kill it. Unfortunately, the demon had chosen to run towards the more populated area of Red Grave. If this demon thought a last meal was going to help it, well, it was sorely mistaken.

The demon led him to a park and with the sun setting most of the humans should be gone. ‘Almost. If the place were truly empty, then it wouldn’t have fled here.’

He had to move quick, before the demon made a snack out of some poor fool. Even as he spotted the person the demon must have been after, a young woman sitting under a tree with a book in hand and blissfully unaware of the danger, he felt the ground begin to vibrate. Within another second the vibrations turned more violent, shaking the ground with such force that had he been anyone else, he might have been thrown off balance. As it were, the young woman had stood up, book still in hand and a finger tucked into the pages to mark her place, when the ground first began to shake. She looked around, clearly confused, before the shaking got violent and she fell to the ground with a yelp.

That was when the demon decided to show itself, erupting forth from the ground and leaping into the air. It’s outstretched claws reaching for the screaming woman. Before the demon could reach her, though, Vergil reached her first, deflecting the demons claws with Yamato.

“You’ll pay for making me chase you.” He spoke to the demon, as it reared back and let out an indignant shriek.

Peripherally he was aware of the woman stumbling up and running away. At least some humans still had common sense. Another swing of the Yamato and the demon was torn to shreds. He sighed as he sheathed Yamato, it’d taken more time to track the demon than to kill it.

Vergil turned around, intending to go back home, but paused when he saw a book on the ground a few feet away. It must have been the book that woman was reading. Out of curiosity he picked it up, feeling the slick of demon blood transfer from the book onto his hand. He turned the book over and read the simple title. “The Romantic Poets”. It was quite a bit thicker than the poetry book he sometimes carried around and a cursory glance at the back cover confirmed his suspicion. An anthology of various poets.

After a stressful day at work, all you wanted to do was relax. Luckily the summer days were long and you still had time to go to the park before sundown. No matter how homey your apartment was, nothing could quite beat sitting under a large oak with a good book. You had only recently finished the latest novel that you were interested in, so you took refuge on an old and well used copy of an anthology of poems.

Once settled in a spot that was both shady enough to keep the worst of the sun’s heat at bay, yet still let enough sunlight filter through the leaves to light your book, you flipped to your favorite section and soon lost track of time. It wasn’t until the ground beneath you started shaking that you looked up from your book, and only then did you notice that the sun was beginning to set. For whatever reason the ground was shaking, it was probably best to get away, so you snapped your book closed and tried to walk away. But the earthquake was now too strong. Unable to keep your balance, you fell right back down to the ground.

Then the ground exploded and let forth a rain of dirt and debris. You tried to curl up to avoid the falling stuff and to protect your head. There was a moment when everything was quiet and still that you risked lowering your arms and looking up. What you saw made your heart and breath stop. It was vaguely reptilian, if there were any reptiles that stood over ten feet tall. A forked blue tongue swept out from an arrowhead shaped jaw that was lined with too many fangs. It had unnaturally long arms that were topped with four almost human like fingers, though each finger itself turned into cruelly sharp claws.

Only when it moved, jumped towards you with gleaming claws aimed right at you, did you find your breath, and that only to scream. You squeezed your eyes shut again, your life surprisingly not flashing before your eyes, and waited for the monster to kill you and probably eat you. But you didn’t die, something happened.

The only thing you could compare the sound to were movies. A shing followed by a high pitched ringing. Then the monster shrieked, upon reflection you were pretty sure you screamed too, and you opened your eyes to see why you were still alive. A man armed with a sword stood in front of you, you guessed it was that sword that reminded you of a movie. You couldn’t see much of him as he wasn’t exactly facing you. All you saw was his brilliantly white hair. But really, you didn’t need to see anything else. You saw the monster move and instinct took over. You stumbled to your feet, clumsily dropping your book, and ran away as quickly as possible. You didn’t stop running until you got home and locked the door behind you.

With the demon dead Vergil returned to Devil May Cry, the bloody book of poetry still in hand. The blood soaking into the pages didn’t really bother him, it was hardly more than a few splashes and he’d had worse on his person more times than he could remember. Most of the blood was dried by the next day anyhow, as he discovered when he started to flip through the book during an idle moment at the shop.

It wasn’t the poems that caught his attention as he began to read, or attempt to rather. But all the colors. The young woman apparently had a tendency to write in the margins, and even in the small spaces above the words themselves, in many different colors. He noticed that the most prominent colors were black and blue and it looked like she took care to choose pens that didn’t bleed onto the reverse of the pages.

The book was, predictably, divided by author and the first section was a collection of poems by John Keats. Here he noticed that the markings on the pages were mostly analytical and written in light pencil, almost as if she were afraid to mar the pages.

Though it wasn’t the first poem, he read first through ‘Bright Star’, then read again and considered the lines she had underlined. He even found himself scoffing slightly as she double underlined the last line, ‘And so live ever- or else swoon to death.’ and circled the last three words. What had caused the scoff though, was that next to the word ‘death’ she had sketched a small skull and crossbones with X’s for eyes.

There were other small details, notes on the date of publishing and the date of Keats’ death, and a short note that Keats was aware of his own dying as he wrote the piece. It made Vergil wonder if the woman had been using the book for educational purposes. Surely he could see these notes coming together for a student.

The section with the most color was dedicated to Percy Bysshe Shelley. It wasn’t just a few lightly underlined passages in pencil, but a multitude of colored pens. The poem ‘To a Skylark’ had the beginnings of annotations, above the second line she had written the rhyme scheme, ABABB, in small blue letters, but these letters seemed to explode out of the stanza. Thin lines snaking their way through letters to fill the blank space on the page. This blue pen circled up to form clouds around the edges of the page.

A black pen sketched a bird, a skylark no doubt, to the side of the poem, with pencil shading the animal. Red and orange colored pencils (perhaps she couldn’t find such colors in pen) created small lipping flames around the second stanza. And as Shelley described the birds singing, there were small little musical notes around that line.

As he continued to read the poem, he noticed that some of her drawings began with the printed letters of the poem, sometimes the curve of an S snaked out in random fantastical designs. Sometimes she underlined a particular word and the line she made joined the greater picture of the skylark or clouds. When he looked at the page in whole, it was beautiful. It reminded him of an illuminated manuscript.

He almost missed the fact that the dull brown that colored the birds tail feather wasn’t her own doing, but dried blood. And he almost felt that it was a shame that such wretched lowly demon had ruined this piece of art, and yet he couldn’t find himself to be angry at that demon. For if that demon hadn’t attempted to escape, he wouldn’t have found this book.

Curiously, he flipped to the section dedicated to his own favorite poet, William Blake. There weren’t nearly as many notes in this section, in fact many of the poems looked naked in comparison. Ah, how unfortunate for him, he would have liked to see what artwork she could do with Blake.

Vergil returned to the park a few times over the next week. The woman, it seemed, had a good idea initially in that he found it peaceful to read out in nature. He told himself that he wasn’t looking for her, that it was just chance that he remembered what she looked like, but even if he wouldn’t admit to himself, he was looking for her.

He would return to the woman’s book when he wasn’t busy, setting it next to his own poetry book on his desk for easy access. Dante had even commented on it, telling him that it reeked of demon blood and that he should just buy a new copy. Though Vergil had no intention of discarding the book, it did give him an idea. Perhaps the woman was looking to replace her lost copy.

It had been a month since you were attacked by that monster and you hadn’t even told anyone, figuring everyone would think you were crazy. You found yourself spacing out more and more, thinking back to monster encounter. You even changed your work schedule to make sure you’d get home well before sunset. You also avoided the park at all costs. It didn’t take you long to find a new refuge. It was a small bookstore, apparently Red Grave wasn’t blessed with many, that had a nice reading section.

So it was that one day while you were leaving the bookstore, having pre-ordered a book, that you spotted a most handsome man walk past you into the store. You pause and look back at him, almost certain that the man was the one to save you that night. You couldn’t be sure, but how many people had bone white hair like that and weren’t geriatric? You turned back around, thoughts flying back to that night, and didn’t see that the man also turned and stare at you as well.

Now thinking back to that night, you start to wonder if the bookstore, hell this block, is even safe anymore. Whoever the man was, he survived an attack from a monster. And he didn’t even look hurt. What if he was actually able to stop it. He was carrying a sword that night, wasn’t he? What if he killed it? And if he did kill it, the hell kind of man was he? The white haired man took up every spare thought that you had for the rest of the week.

Although you were hesitant to go back to the bookshop, you were slightly eager to get lost in a new world, so you went back to the little shop. Since it wouldn’t take long to get your new book at the checkout counter, you decided not to waste this trip and walk around and see if there was anything else that caught your attention.

Something else caught your attention alright, but it was not a book. It was him. You practically ran into a display table when you noticed that stark white hair. He was sitting down in a large comfy chair, one leg crossed over his knee while one hand delicately held a book open. You couldn’t quite see the title and before you could maneuver yourself to get the right angle, he looked up at you. He smirked at you, probably thinking you were checking him out, and raised a thin white eyebrow. You quickly looked away, aware that if you stared too long you might end up lost in those icy eyes.

Embarrassed at getting caught you ducked into the nearest aisle and sighed. It was a good thing you were familiar with this section of the bookshop. You started to browse through the aisle, not looking for anything in particular but just trying to get the white haired man out of your thoughts. And it almost worked.

Someone cleared their throat behind you and made you jump in surprise. You turned and saw none other than the white haired man. How did he get so close without making a sound? Now that he was a mere two feet in front of you, he looked so much more daunting. It wasn’t just his intimidating height (though he had to be well over six feet tall!), but everything about him. His steely eyes, his perfectly disheveled spiky hair, his perfect posture, and most of all, his air of absolute confidence. Confidence not just in his appearance or physical strength, but something you couldn’t even begin to fathom. It suddenly clicked that this man indeed could stare down a monster and live.

“Perhaps this is the book you are seeking?”

“Huh?” You blinked, and took a second longer to process his question than you would have liked, as you followed his line of sight to the book his was holding out to you.

Curiously you take the offered book and look down at the suggestion. It wasn’t the familiar cover or title that made you gasp, but the dried blood that caked the cover. With a pounding heart and shaking hands, you dropped the book and absently noticed that dried blood bloated the pages of the book as well.

“Is...Is that...monster...blood?” You manage to squeak out, suddenly feeling the urge to wipe your hands on your pants.

“Monster blood?” He asked (did he sound amused?) and picked up the fallen book.

You nodded and tried to take a step back, your heel hitting the shelf behind you and reminding you that were trapped. “That was you in the park, wasn’t it? You stopped the monster from killing me, right?” Honestly, you weren’t even sure anymore.

He nodded. “It was a demon. A Riot demon. And I killed it, yes.”

WHAT?

“You...killed...a...de...mon?” You tried to process his words out loud. A demon. Whatever a Riot demon was. And he killed it. He killed a demon. He…

He frowned, a knit forming between his eyebrows, as he watched you try to process his words. If you weren’t so caught up in the revelation that there were demons in the world, and people that could kill them, you might have even thought he looked a little disappointed.

“I was under the impression that most of the citizens of Red Grave at least knew of the existence of demons.”

WHAT?

You stared at him. Red Grave and demons. Demons. Is that why everyone was so nonchalant about an explosion in the park. Did the people just assume it was a demon attack, assume that someone took care of said demon, and then moved on with their lives. Surely that couldn’t… “Is that why it’s so cheap to live here?”

Finally it was the man’s turn to give pause in this conversation. “You’re new here.” He concluded, not even the slightest hint of a question. That confidence again.

You nodded, “Been here a little over a month now. Are, uh, demons, like everywhere everywhere?” You glanced from side to side, expecting another monster demon to pop out of nowhere.

That disappointed look disappeared from his face, “Not quite, no. Though I suspect the presence of devil hunters both attracts and deters demons.”

Oh boy, so much information to grasp. “Devil hunter. That’s what you are? And there’s more of you, devil hunters?”

For some reason a flash of annoyance flicked across his face, and you wondered if he was thinking of his job or if it was your questions, but he nodded. “Yes.”

“Cool, cool, cool, cool. That’s...good to know.” Was it? Well, it was it good to know that there were people out there capable of killing demons, but it also wasn’t that great of a feeling knowing that there were demons out there.

Apparently no longer interested in talking about demons and devils, the man looked back at the book, “Am I correct in assuming you no longer want this book?”

You looked at the book in his hands and at the stains on the cover and shook your head. “Not really.” You answered, feeling a little squeamish at the memory of the demon.

“How unfortunate.” He started, “to think you put all that work into this book only to throw it away.” He flipped through the book of poetry as he said this and stopped at a particularly decorated page.

“Oh. That.” You blushed, to think someone (especially someone like him!) had read your notes and saw the little pictures you drew. “Ahm, sometimes I...doodle.”

He smiled and shook his head, “Doodle? No, I’ve spent too much time admiring your artwork to allow you to demean it as such.”

You blushed and chuckled nervously, “Uhm, thank you? It’s really nothing. It’s just, as much as I like to read poetry, sometimes I get bored but don’t want to put down the book and-”

“Why don’t I trade you for it?” He interrupted your babbling.

You paused and blinked up at him. “Trade? What?”

The man took a step forward, and in the aisle there wasn’t much space to begin with, and raised his right arm, blocking you on one side. Your back was already against the bookshelf behind you and this sudden invasion of your personal space brought another burning blush to your face. You could even feel the heat of your blush itching your neck and ears as you caught of whiff of his intoxicating cologne, not to mention the oddly seductive warmth that radiated from him. After what seemed like an hour, though in all honestly was likely only seconds, he pulled a book from the shelf behind you and took a step back again.

It was the familiar cover of the book he was now holding out to you that snapped you back to reality. It was the very same collection of poetry that you had dropped that night in the park, which was currently tucked between his left arm. And that was when you realized what he meant by trade. “Oh. I couldn’t ask you to-”

He shook his head, “You didn’t. I offered. And I insist.”

Before you could protest further he motioned towards the direction of the check out and walked away. You didn’t know what to say, all you could do was stare after him, half confused and more than a little flustered before you got your senses back and quickly caught up to him. But by the time you reached him, he’d already paid for the book.

He handed the new book to you, having pocketed your old one. “It was nice to meet your acquaintance. Perhaps we will see each other again.”

Blushing again (or maybe you were still blushing?), you took the offered book with a shy smile. “Ah, thank you. And yea, it was nice meeting you too.”

He nodded and just like that he was out of the bookstore, probably off to kill some other demons or save some other damsel in distress.

A cough from the cashier caught your attention and your turned to her with a raised eyebrow in silent question.

“Look inside.” She said with an excited grin.

Hm? You opened the book to cover page and yet another blush and smile spread across your face. There on the first page was a scribbled name and number.

“Oh! I forgot to thank you for saving me, Vergil!�� Well, now you have an excuse to use that number!

#vergil x reader #devil may cry #vergil (devil may cry) x reader #i kinda hate this #but i kinda like it?#i dunno

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