#dante vc: also never get your face near demon nuts. trust me.

[whiiskeyandrye]

vialacteus​:

@whiiskeyandrye starter for Doppelganger

A puddle of murky water and blood settles at the pit in which Dante is laying it, dripping slowly, filling to his waist. The demon stands vigil at the man’s sleeping spot, looking around for signs of any approaching monsters, but they have not yet dared.

The sky above is a large dome of gore, thin membrane, covered in veins, like a placenta, and the glimmers of light that shine above it cast red light inside.

Doppelganger stands, and jumps back when Dante swipes at him out of instinct. “I thought you could tell when it was me.” Doppel hissed, and landed, splashing blood and water purposefully into Dante’s face. “What? You didn’t recognize my scent? Or my energy? Or let me guess… you think this is my fault? Well sorry, but I didn’t ask for this either.”

Doppel folded his arms, looking up again at the membrane that stretched the entirety of the ‘sky’ above them. “I don’t think we got eaten… this demon is too big. Way to big.”

“But I don’t know what part of hell this is… and I don’t like how it makes me feel.”

He groaned, feeling all kinds of pain radiating from his hips. God, that felt like he got ran over by a semi, shot right in the head, a skyscraper landing on him, and being run over by the newest debt he owes Lady with twenty year’s of interest sprinkled on top. In short, nothing good. Dante feels just a smidgen of guilt for attacking the demon that played guard dog for him, but Doppel would be fine; it’s not like Dante’s done worse.

“This place reeks; how could I’ve known it was ya if all I smell is the inside of a demon’s junk?”

No, Dante did not know what it smelled like. Don’t ask.

 “Nah, don’t think yer the type ta willin’ly get trapped. Again.” Dante wiped the blood from his face, though it was more of a smear than a clean wipe. Didn’t do much, and it didn’t help that he was still lying in the puddle of liquid viscera. A bone cracking stretch echoed as he got up, splashing more of that blood everywhere. “Betcha ten bucks an’ a bottle of Jack its pissed at dear ol’ daddy, an’ guess who just so happen ta come bargin’ in its territory?”  He hefted Devil Sword Dante over his shoulders as he spoke, getting louder and louder with every word, trying to make his voice heard by this behemoth of a demon.

“Speakin’ of which, have ya seen Verge anywhere, Dops? Can’t let him get ahead of my count!” His joking words bellied his worry; they had been together earlier, but he couldn’t remember seeing Vergil after the battle began against a new pack of demons. “This ain’t anywhere near where I last remember...”