#i want more of kid Dante and lady

[mechazushi]

@sonicasura Don't ever give me a fucking idea ever again...

"SHIIIIIIIT!" Dante screamed as he felt his foot fall through the ground and right through the borders of a familiar yellow portal.

The immediate first thing that came to mind wasn't what would be his impending doom, but "Huh? I wonder if this means I'll get to see Kafka again." Several years ago, a similar yellow portal opened up in his world and promptly dropped the best thing to ever come into his life. Created by a demon experimenting with dimensional hopping (shockingly NOT his brother, but he was involved) Dante, as well as the rest of his motley crew of demonic-and-demonically associated associates, all came together to help the kaiju out of time head back to his own world. It was truly a massive ordeal, since not only did they have to contend with the concept of multiple realities and not just dimensions, but time travel as well. Kafka had somehow been sent back to a time where he once looked human. Unfortunately, towards the end of the incident, Kafka was severely harmed and was forced to make a decision he had already made once before.

It wasn't altogether a sad period. They got to fool around (in more ways than one) and make the most out of this extraordinary visit. The two of them went into their relationship knowing it was going to be short lived, but both of them already had a deep understanding of why you should enjoy the moments as they come and not regret that fact that they ended nonetheless. Still, if Dante had a million chances to guess as to how the next decade and a half of his life would go, he certainly wouldn't of said that he would get the chance to meet an old flame again. Mainly because he was sure that any potential chance of this particular problem happening again should have been rectified beyond all doubt.

"And honestly? What are the chances? Like, infinity to one as far as quantum mechanics are concerned?" Was Dante's last thought as he saw the end of the worm hole in sight and mentally prepared himself for the inevitable crash that was soon to happen.

Landing harshly on his side, he tumbled out of the portal with a loud groan. While Kafka had the luxury of landing on a pile of trash, Dante didn't seem to get that lucky. Rolling to a stop, Dante continued to groan some more, shuffling onto his hand and knees slowly. He couldn't get much farther however, as two barrels connected to different guns were trained on him while in his prone position. Eyes quickly snapping onto the threat before him, Dante just sighed as he slowly rose to his feet with his hands raised.

"I hope we're not going to have much of a problem here officers, because I'm already starting to have one hell of a day." Dante stated before he even properly faced the two officers before him.

When they responded to his comment in fluent japanese, did he decide to take a second look as to who was holding him hostage. Taking a long look at the suits, something started to click in the back of his mind. The way the suits looked, with their form fitting shape and odd assortment of details, a drawing from a memory pulled itself up from the depths and almost smacked Dante upside the head.

"HOLY SHIT, YOU'RE DEFENSE FORCE OFFICERS!" Dante exclaimed as he quickly pointed at them. Unbothered by the clicking of safeties going off, Dante continued to prattle.

"You really are! You're Defense Force officers! No shit your defense force officers, you live here! Aw man, I can't believe I get to see his neck of the woods! Hey, this might be a long shot, but do either of you know a man named Kafka Hibino? This might seem farfetched, but I actually know him! Is there any chance I could talk to him?" Dante rattled of question after question as both of the officers in front of him exchanged bewildered looks.

"Hey, don't give me that. I know some of you have an understanding of English because y'all love your King of the Hill. Okay, it's not King of the Hill here, it's something like Man of the Manor or something... whatever! Either way, I really need to talk to someone in charge, so can we expedite that or...?" Dante continued to gesture wildly, overtaken with excitement that there might be a chance he could really see Kafka again.

The two Defense Force officers looked back at each other and just shrugged, not really sure what to do. While one began to talk into his ear piece, the other pulled out a pair of plastic zip-tie handcuffs. Dante's shoulders sagged once he saw them, but decided against taking aggressive action. From what he heard about from Kafka, his people might be a lot more reasonable than Dante's.

"Alright, if that's how it's gonna be. Just take me to your leader." He griped as he held his hands put in front of him.

"Besides, it's not like I can't break out of these." He thought as they escorted him out of the alley he was in.

Leading him behind concrete road blocks, Dante could see that he had somehow landed in the middle of a war zone. Officers left and right were unloading clips at their surroundings, aimed at anorexic looking lizards with fur and oddly dolphin-like faces. Normally unfazed by demons, even Dante felt himself wince a little at seeing what was most likely a small amount of what Kafka had to deal with on a daily basis. The two that flanked him directed him towards a cordoned area that was busy with noise and equipment. Towards the back was the opened back of a truck with two distinct individuals in front of it.

A tall man with a pink Mohawk stood with what looked to be a battle partner with white hair with blue undertones. They turned to face Dante as they sensed a visitor. Short sentences in Japanese were had between the four of them before the shorter, snow blond one dismissed the two that brought him in.

"So, you seem to have fallen out of a portal and know the name of our greatest defender. Why is that?" The cool one asked in serviceable english, his stature dripping with authority.

"Did he seriously not say anything about me? Guy spends three months in another dimension, you'd think he'd at least tell someone about it." Dante scoffed as he looked between the two of them.

"He actually couldn't when he first got back. Got stuck in quarantine for several weeks and after that was told that if he told anyone, he would get neutralized." The one with the pink hair shrugged apologetically.

"Ah! But that still implies that you know that he left." Dante countered knowingly, " It's better if you get the full story from him, but long story short, I'm the guy that rescued his fine ass and brought him back." He finished with a wink and affirmative thumb pointed at his chest.

"And we're supposed to assume this is true?" The snow blond one retorted, leaning back until he was sitting on the edge of the truck.

"Come on! You just said that someone saw the portal I fell out of! You're gonna know the whole story now anyway, just ask Kafka about it! Speaking of the devil, is he around? Genuinely would love to talk to him again." Dante asked as he bounced around in place, bored of how this conversation was going.

The two officers exchanged informative glances with each other. The white haired one kept his face neutral, but the one with the Mohawk looked incredibly concerned. Catching the unspoken discussion between them Dante spoke up with worry seeping into his tone.

"W-wait, you can't be serious. You can't seriously tell me that the strongest guy in your world- in probably both of our worlds-is..." Dante couldn't bring himself to finish the thought.

He knew, even with as little time as he got with Kafka, that it was the entirely out of the realm of possibility that he did something self-sacrificial and stupid, but Dante was sure there wasn't anything Kafka couldn't bounce back from. The one with the Mohawk slowly approached Dante, his eyes downcast and hand outstretched and aimed for his shoulder. Dante reflexively backed away, afraid of what that gesture might mean.

"Don-don't." Dante whispered shakily, "Don't tell me that he- Look, I may not have gotten to be with him long, but I'm really attached to that goofy little dumbass, alright!" Dante couldn't bring himself to back away any further, anticipation killing him slowly, but the lack of confirmation made the knife twist in his stomach all the harder. As the hand finally made contact with his shoulder, the pink haired man finally looked him dead in the eyes and quickly licked his lips before answering.

"He's overseas right now." He finally answered.

"Oh my god." Dante huffed and rolled his eyes, exasperated at the deception.

"He's in America specifically. He's supposed to come back at the end of the month, but if you really wanna meet him, I'm sure we could have him back home at the end of the day." The one that toyed with his fears continued to tease as he kept his hand on Dante's shoulder.

"You're a real piece of shit, you know that? You're definitely Iharu." Dante retorted as he playfully shoved back at the asshole laughing beside him.

"Aww! He did talk about us!" Iharu joked.

"And I guess that makes you Reno." Dante continued as he leveled with the man in front of him still.

"Only good things about us, I hope." Reno replied as he dug out a knife to cut away at the restraints around Dante's wrists.

"'A pair of the best damn co-workers he ever had the pleasure of fighting beside.' More or less a direct quote." Dante mentioned as he offered up his wrists.

"Hopefully the title isn't going to be put to the test today. As you probably saw, we're a bit under siege right now." Reno acknowledged as he cut away the restraints.

"Yeah, I noticed." Dante said as he rubbed his wrists, " Bunch of ugly bastards too. Want a hand?"

"As much as we would like to say yes..." Iharu winced as he crossed his arms, " Letting you out of our sight is probably gonna have upper management come down on our heads."

"Aw! You seriously want me to miss out on all the fun?" Dante playfully whined as he pulled out his pistols and twirled them, " Just give me a chance! I'll be fast, do some recon-" He continued to speak as he walked away, already committed to the idea of helping out.

"Th-that's okay! We've already got someone doing dedicated-" Reno nervously called out, trying to reign in the demonic force of trouble, but was quickly interrupted by a loud boom emanating from a crash collision into the ground that happened right in front of the three of them.

"-Recon." Reno finished with a disappointed sigh.

What Dante saw before him shook him to his core. A tall, lithe, but still muscular figure with wings that could only have demonic origins. With their head down, he could see that they had four very long and surprisingly wide dragonfly wings shaped and colored like bright jet lighter flames. As they rose to their full height, he got a clearer picture of their form and face. Their legs looked like plate armor made out of broken chunks of lava, radiating a similar heat but a more deep burgundy color. Their waist and sides had a defined, plate-like look to them; almost replicating human muscle but in a more defensive look. The arms were similar to the legs, but had developed exhaust pipe like protrusions along the forearms.

It was their face that threw Dante for a loop. Sharp looking spikes were carved and sculpted out and around their eyes, reminiscent of a volatile butterfly. Their teeth were long, fang-like, and fully exposed with some of them at odd angles or doubled up over each other. Even with no lips, it was clear as sunshine that the demon before him had a malicious grin only someone from his family could be capable of. The horns were the worst part, black and red but ribbed like his how was in his Sin Devil Trigger form, but curved up and back just like Kafka's secondary form. They flicked off a fire whip shaped mass of hair and stepped off of their kill they had landed on unceremoniously.

When their eagle claw foot touched the ground, their monstrous form dissipated in a bright flash and revealed a human woman underneath it all. Twirling twin defense force issued axes back into their holsters, the woman strutted forward confidently, staring past Dante the whole time. Now seeing her true face, Dante had to stop himself from reaching out and touching her, just to make sure he was seeing everything correctly. Her hair was still long, but had a puffy pom-pom patch of spiky hair acting as her bangs. What was most interesting was that it was perfectly slate grey; not black, not white, but strands of both had layered between each other to make the most dazzling silver hair color. The face she had almost made him weep, for while the ears, eyebrows and eye shape were most certainly Kafka's, this woman walking towards him almost looked like the spitting image of his mother.

"Oh man, Uncle Reno! You ain't ever gonna believe what I just found." The woman exclaimed in somewhat awkward English and added emphasis with exaggerated movement, "I just found that ugly motherfucker crawling its way out of an actual portal! You know, like in that one game I showed ya! Anyway, this one put up a real fight as you can see-" She walked back a little so she could scruff the battered demon by its neck and shake it around to draw attention to its wounds, "I know he don't look like it, but I'm tellin' ya he's alive! Well, at least I think so anyway. Don't matter 'cuz he's tuckered out right now. Do you think Aunti Mina will let me keep him?"

As she asked her question, her attention finally caught up to noticing that there was a newcomer in the room, "Hey, not to be rude, but who's the new guy?" she asked and she jabbed a thumb in her direction.

"The name's Dante." He introduced himself tentatively, offering a handshake.

"Oh, like the Inferno?" The woman cheerfully guessed as she took his hand.

"Something like that." Dante answered as he took notice of the new shape of the dragonfly wings that hung off of her body.

The set that was there had changed their appearance and developed a more translucent display with the spear-like tips on the ends that were there before now relaxing into the shape of armored claws. The smaller, shorter pair wrapped around her waist while the longer pair draped themselves around her shoulders, the hands coming to rest on either sides of her neck. Once Dante had the thought that they reminded him of Nero's wings, did the dreadful realization in him sink even further.

"Seems to me like you're a real spitfire among your crew." Dante tacked on as he continued to quietly observe what could very well be his own child.

"Oh if you think I'm bad, you should see my twin sister! A real salt-of-the-earth type, but a demon on the battlefield." The woman joyfully explained as she teasingly bopped him in the shoulder.

"Oh." Dante gasped as he tried to restrain his churning emotions, "You have a twin sister."

"Yeah, she's with Daddy over in America right now, but they'll be back soon enough." The woman remarked with appeasing shrug.

"You know, I don't think I ever caught your name." Dante mentioned as he fought the urge to cry.

"Probably didn't give you the chance to, bit of a motor-mouth and all." The demon woman giggled, "I have everyone call me Rimi!"

". . .Please tell me that's not short for Rimini." Dante cautiously wondered aloud.

"How'd ya guess?" Rimi gasped with astonishment.

"I tend to hit the jackpot with things like that." Dante gritted out through his teeth, trying not to wince.

"Bet you can't hit it twice! What's my first name?" Rimi challenged.

"Francesca." Dante answered, already telling where this was going.

Rimi let loose a long, low whistle, "Wow! We got a real Sherlock on our hands, huh! Either that or Uncle Iharu had been talking shit about me again."

"They're your uncles?" Dante questioned genuinely.

"Well, I mean not really. But Daddy's just so close with his generation of Defense Force officers that me and my sister just feel better calling them our Aunts and Uncles!" Rimi clarified as she bounced excitedly on her toes.

"Rimi! Got a new task for ya!" Reno shouted out to break up their conversation.

"Oops! Sounds like duty calls again. Hope to see you around Devilman!" Rimi called out as she moved closer to Reno.

Dante watched on quietly as Reno ordered Rimi to take the demon body away for observation. As she slipped away, Dante could feel his heart skip to her pace, the now ever present knife in his gut continuing to twist more and more. He had to force himself to look away as she morphed into her... kaiju form? Devil Trigger form? He wasn't sure and the pain of not knowing made everything hurt worse. He had two little girls and he knew nothing about them. He didn't understand how Vergil had stayed calm once he heard the news he had a son and never knew beforehand. Because now? Dante felt like setting fire to time and reality itself for robbing this chance away from him.

Biting back the desire to do so, Dante instead opted to ask one pressing question.

"How many years of child support am I missing out on?" He asked, trying to deflect his pain with a joke.

Reno and Iharu exchanged another set of glances, ones more concerning than the last, before turning back to answer him.

"A little over seventeen years worth?" Iharu answered with a shrug.

Dante chewed on his bottom lip as he processed the news. Turning away from them, he had to do something to redirect the amount of overlapping emotions preparing to tear him up inside.

"FUCK!" He quickly screamed, the force of it briefly sending him into his Devil Trigger form.

[heartkaji]

currently thinking about dante sparda who’s a feminist, 6’3, built—and oh, did i mention feminist?

“say, dante, what’s your opinion on men’s rights ?”

“irrelevant.”

dante doesn’t miss the slight pause you make before continuing to stir your drink. he sits in the booth across from you, enzo munching on fries opposite him as he sneaks a sip of his sundae.

“yer joking !” enzo says between belches. “something wrong with ya kiddo ? what do you mean men’s rights are irrelevant ?!”

but dante isn’t listening. he’s more concerned about the gap between your lips & coffee cup, the way you tilt it slightly above your mouth so as to not stain the glass with your gloss. your lips tug into a pout when you find the rim stained in coke pink regardless. you pull out a napkin & wipe it with a frown. cute.

“well, as a six three, employed and financially stable male,” dante clears his throat, smug, “i can’t help but turn my focus to more important things. for example, the widening gap between men and women’s wages. and we can’t forget the rising prices of feminine hygiene products, of course.”

enzo wipes his mouth with the back of his sleeve. he doesn’t miss the way dante’s pupils seem to flit over to you every now and then. he clicks his tongue,

“kid, please, y’know she hasn’t even looked at ya, right?”

“she will.”

you continue to scroll through your phone.

but dante takes your silence as intrigue.

“anyways,” dante pauses as if searching for the words, “i just think it’s important to raise awareness—”

“yer raisin’ my freakin’ blood pressure.”

dante shoots him a glare. “i just think that, as a six foot four male, it’s my duty to raise awareness about the issues women face and the obvious gender bias in america’s modern day economy.”

“y’said six three before, kid—wait, what’s yer’ height gotta do with anything ?!”

as if on cue, your teaspoon clatters to the ground, and dante, ever the feminist, is quick to lean down to pick it up—rattling the table and spilling enzo’s fries in the process.

“hey! watch it—“

“your spoon, lady,”

you blink. dante’s taken his time to wipe the spoon clean & present it with a napkin. you hesitate a little before obliging with a murmur, “thanks..?”

“you’re welcome,” he says smoothly, relaxing into the booth seat. “no woman should ever have to bend over in a skirt. i mean—unless she wants to. then it’s her choice. her feminine power.”

“oh !”

enzo chokes on a fry. you stare at dante for a beat too long & he can’t tell if you’re confused or interested, but dante has an ego bigger than his head so he decides upon the latter.

“say, lady, don’t you agree that men should always pay on the first date ?”

you raise a brow. “the first ?”

dante waves his hands. “all, really. i only mention the first because i know some strong, independent women prefer to pay too. i respect that. i respect all women, really.”

“right. and is this your way of offering to pay for my food ?”

dante’s pupils shift to your table. only now does he realize you’ve ordered the most expensive french breakfast on the menu, as well as a drink too milky brown to cost the same as your average cappuccino. his wallet aches heavy in his pocket. “with pleasure ! lemme just get my wallet out…hope i didn’t leave it in the hellcat…”

“huh? wasn’t our uber a toyota?”

dante bares his teeth, ready to strangle enzo when you giggle—

“oh, gosh,” you sniffle, wiping tears, “that’s enough, you two are hilarious.”

clearing your throat, you raise your hand to reveal the diamond settled on your finger. “i’m sure you’re lovely and all, but i’m happily engaged.”

“that’s okay! i support women having multiple streams of happiness—ow !”

dante rubs at his shin as you continue. “that’s nice for you, but i’m fine with my fiancé.” you set some cash on the table and dust your skirt off, standing up to leave. “thank you for the laugh, though, gentlemen.”

you wave them goodbye and make your exit.

“God, i love women.”

“seek help,” enzo mutters, as he sneaks a sip from dante’s drink again.

© 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐊𝐀𝐉𝐈 ー do not edit, copy, translate or re-upload.

[kawaiijohn]

Help a queer family of disabled nerds

Hey my name is Dante, I live in the Midwest with three of my best friends. We have four cats, one of which is my babyman whom I love very dearly.

His name is Latke Library Card Mango (LLCM). He's very orange and he's the light of my boyfriend, Kris, and I's life.

Cat pics are great right? Have a few.

A few months ago, latkes chronic bladder stones condition acted up which resulted in two emergency vet visits and a week long stay with his actual vet to get the stone removed.

It was the size of a chickpea.

Here's a photo of his post surgery when he had a nakie tummy. He was very very happy to see us.

He's since recovered, but the cost of this put us back around 1300 dollars in total. He's now on a special diet with rather pricey food to prevent this from happening but it might still act up eventually.

We've paid down some of his debt, but the interest is making it become more and more as we try to pay it down.

On top of this, our pipes backed up into our basement and refused to work suddenly a few weeks ago. We live in a house that is over a century old, and the clay pipes keep getting roots growing into them that causes them to not drain.

The roto had to come out and high pressure the roots out to clear them (which required expensive equipment), This put us back another grand.

To add to everything, our 700+ auto insurance bill is due in November, which is the worst time for this bill to need due, but both myself and Kris drive over ten miles to work during different shifts on opposite ends of town- neither of our jobs have public transit anywhere near them.

We are currently barely making ends meet-

I am a lunch lady at a public high school. I love my job. I feed kids who possibly don't even eat at home some days. I do work I am proud of.

However, I can only work around 25 hours a week without risking losing my insurance as a disabled person. My job does not have longer hour positions available, and I am too disabled to work more than this without ruining my body like I have done in the past.

I have been going without buying groceries out of fear that what little money I have in my account will be needed in an emergency. I will be out of work for a week this month, around Thanksgiving, and during Xmas break- unpaid due to me working in a school. Me being out also means no guaranteed meal every day.

Kris works in a factory. He is currently working 55+ hours a week to make what we can to pay off the bills and keep our house. He only has one and a half knees that hurt all the damn time and is barely eating either just to afford everything. His factory keeps calling for sudden shutdown weeks with little notice at the worst times, and he's the main breadwinner in the house for us.

The other two in our household, one is severely disabled and can barely work 10 hr/week (he is waiting on hearing back to receive SSI) on top of having multiple medical appointments a week to figure out what is wrong with his body and why it keeps failing. The other is a freelance artist who is working her butt off to make money while carting the previous to appointments nearly every day. She is full up on commissions at the moment, but when she opens them I'll reblog her posts.

I really didn't want to make this post. I hate asking for help. But we are drowning and there's no sign of land. None of us can afford to live on our own, nor can we move back in with our parents for various reasons.

All I'm asking for is some help. I don't care how much. Five dollars is five dollars. Five dollars is half an hour less we have to kill ourselves to make ends meet.

Even if we don't make the full amount, every dollar will help us get a bit closer to paying this stuff down so we can afford gas and regular grocery trips again instead of having to save up to go once a month like we are currently doing.

Our goal is 2000 dollars.

Yes, this is the high amount. I do not believe we will ever reach it. I can hope we can raise this much at some point.

But for now that's the dream number.

It's the number that is looming over our heads, telling us to pay up or lose our home.

It's not something we need this very moment, but just what we need in the next few months to be able to afford living without destroying our body or working three jobs/ridiculous hours.

We thank anyone who can spare a few bucks to help us, and if you can't afford it just pass this post along to someone who might be able to.

Please send as friend/family if you can, PayPal is threatening to withhold money sent as transactions now if you receive over a certain amount.

This includes sending things through my ko-fi account- so here's the preferred methods:

Progress:

388.74/2,000

Thank you for reading. I love you.

[athenaluciscaelum]

Hi ! I want to know if you can make an one shot where reader make a joke to Dante by making him believe that her period is late. It can be sfw or nsfw. Love your one shot btw !

Note: Thanks...it means a lot that you love my one shot ..😭😭😭😭 I hope you like this one here.

Rotten Decision

!!MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

Pairing: DMC5 Dante x Fem! Reader

Rated: Mature (explicit language)

Words: 2077 words

Warning: Explicit language, mention of pregnancy, late periods

Disclaimer:

Feel free to leave comments, but remember to be nice and civil.

LETS ROCK!

"If there was a prize for rotten decisions, you must have already won that"...this is what you thought as you were 'on your way to hospital to get an accurate pregnancy result ....' or so you told Dante. Well, how did you get here?

Play stupid games, win stupid prizes ....

It was one late afternoon...you were in Dante's room above the Devil May Cry office. You were lying down on the bed; Dante was always busy with one thing or another these days. There was this one day in the year when the influx of demons into the human world was record-breaking. You saw it as something like 'Devil Hunting Season'; Dante laughed and agreed.

Dante was quite older than you. You loved his attention, how much he was absorbed in you. He has ways of pampering you, even if he was broke. And it wasn't just good sex; it was so much more – taking care of you after sex, making sure to cuddle with you, kissing you before you leave, making sure he left you satisfied before he goes on a long mission, leaving you flustered and stuffed to the brim. You loved him.

You love how he has spoilt you rotten; in Dante's eyes, you deserved it all. You were an angel who made his life so much better. You deserved all love and attention for it. He was happy to bask in your presence... and also deep in your cunt. Oh, he loved you!

To say the least, you were spoilt. And you cannot do without his attention. I mean, he didn't need to go on all those jobs. Lady, Trish, Nero and now Vergil...there were so many to take care of the demon. Why has he been busy for the last month on constant jobs?

A month without sex was bearable, but without his attention. It was like jail time. You tried so much... wearing his favourite lingerie, touching him so sensually, whispering dirty things in his ears. Dante heard it all; he was even turned on. But despite what people believe, he had great control over his desire when he had a job. He had a job...despite that, he trusted you. He trusted the fact that you will wait for him sincerely and knows that he loves you.

To be honest, you did. But it was all his fault he left you so addicted. This was now his problem. You thought...thought...you were watching some dumb soap opera. You saw how the news that lead's girlfriend was late on her period left lead scared, stressed, and trying to be there for his girlfriend as they navigated through those turbulence in their lives.

You never knew how Dante felt about kids of his own or kids with you. You knew that whatever comes from you, he will never deny. You just wanted to create a little suspense to get his attention, you promised yourself, but you were unaware of the dumpster fire you were about to start.

A light bulb switched on in your mind. Dante was back in the agency at night around 01:00 - 02:00 AM. He expected you to be sleeping, but you came downstairs. You were wearing a little night dress, playing a perfect damsel. Doe eyes, scared expression, parted lips, trembling form. You should get an Oscar for that acting... Dante's heart squeezed. He was set to go on another mission with girls the next afternoon. He was just here to check on you and rest.

He knew he was ignoring you, and he felt bad. But he also knew he would make up for it. He wanted to just go to bed with you, cuddle with you with how tempting you look, and leave you satisfied before he leaves. He walked up to you, his larger hand on your cheek. He spoke softly, grime and dirt on him from all the fighting, "Hey! Not asleep? What happened? Are you okay?" You made a sad puppy-like face and spoke concerned, "Are you okay? Have you eaten anything?"

Dante nodded. "I'm okay… But what happened...? Are you unwell...? Why the sad face, babe?" You sighed and acted confused, putting on a perfect act...waited and spoke, "Dante..." You were trying to build suspense... and it was working. His handsome face looked so concerned, unable to put on his goofy facade, and that's how you knew you got him where he was supposed to be...you looked into his eyes and hugged him tight. Your face in his chest, you lie so smoothly, "Dante...I am late on my periods…"

Dante was still...his hand came to push you closer to himself. His mind swirled with emotions thinking about what it implied – fear, excitement, shock, surprise, being scared, and being ecstatic. It was all at once, but he bottled it in. It was about you... He lifted your chin up and spoke calmly, "Have you taken a test...? Do you want me to get one...?" You shook your head, "No...I'm scared...not tonight... I just want you...please..."

Dante hugged you tight and nodded, "Okay… let's go to bed. Hmm?" You nodded as he carried you to bed. Dante held you close, your little body fitting perfectly to his. He kept brushing your hair as you were asleep.

You didn't think much... you thought you would enjoy this attention for a few days and then say, "It is there, my bad!" Then you two can go about your business, right? Wrong.

Dante thought all night. If you are indeed pregnant. How he will make sure you are well taken care of: he won't let you do any stressful work. Damn, he will work harder so you can quit your job and focus on carrying and making their baby solely if you want; he will make sure you do not feel more pain than necessary.

At first, he wasn't sure. Now he hoped, if it happens, you are happy to take this step with him.

Morning came, and Dante cancelled his mission. You could hear him shout in the office as you were asleep on the bed upstairs, "No, Trish! Lady! I don't care what I owe you or what! I'm not coming. You can take care of this yourself. Now get out! And leave us alone!"

You came down to Dante sitting on his chair, his head in his hand. He looked at you and smiled, "Hey, you slept well?" You nodded. Dante smiled, "Great...I will take you for brunch to Freddy's... okay?" You nodded and thought to yourself, 'Great... now you were getting more attention..'

At Freddy's, Dante kept insisting you order more or eat more; in his mind, you might be pregnant or you're pregnant had no line of distinction. He spoke, "You need to be healthy...more than ever now..." You felt your heart sink; you gulped, trying to push guilt down and enjoy it. "Dante... I'm just late..." Dante smiled, wiping cream from close to your lips and sucking it off his thumb. "More reason to eat more..."

Dante didn't ask you to take the test; he wanted to give you time and space when you're ready. Thought he wanted to know so badly. He was with you all the time in case this was the second you decided to take it.

Your guilt started to grow more and more when he brought you gifts and took you out all day to 'keep your spirit up'. You will see his eyes twinkling at baby clothes and how we will buy you teddy bears and lots of little things that made you understand. Dante wanted a child.

Your heart sank thinking about what you have done and how disappointed and sad he would be. He will mask it, but... Now you were in guilt all the time, and Dante understood it as stress from your 'late periods' and what it might imply for your life. After all, you were younger than him and had a lot to explore and experience. You can end the act anytime, but now you were guilty. At the open point, you prayed to God, Just make me pregnant for real...

Dante broke the ice after a week at night; he was cautious. "Babe, do you want to take a test? Your period... it's still not here, right?" You nodded to lie...you felt so bad. You were like the worst person. Dante nodded. He spoke softly, "Want me to get you a test?" You wanted to buy yourself more time. So you lied again... "Ummm... Dante...I want to visit the clinic... and get a proper test...if that's okay? Just to be 100 per cent sure..."

Dante understood and agreed, "Fine... I will get an appointment and will be there for you, okay? It's going to be alright either way... I love you…" He kissed your forehead as he held your chin between your fingers, and you sighed, guilt brewing and gnawing at you. You tried to make an excuse, "Da-Dante! I want to go alone?"

Dante nodded, though he felt bad. "Fine... I love you, okay?" You nodded as he kissed you deeply; you kissed him back... his hands on your tits, squeezing them, but he stopped. Just in case you were pregnant, he doesn't want to hurt you or the baby. He knew few things, like no intercourse in the first trimester...yeah...he read it...so he backed off.

So here you were, alone, just walking aimlessly. You were not going to visit the clinic. You knew you were nowhere close to being pregnant. You knew how Dante was looking forward to it. You played with his emotions. You knew it was beyond a prank now. You knew he might have trust issues now. You have to tell him the truth.

You went back to Devil May Cry; Dante was on his feet. You looked pale and he was scared; he pulled you to the couch as he rubbed your back. "All good...?" You nodded, looking down at your lap. You blurted it out, "Dante...I lied...I...my periods were never late... I pulled this dumb prank on you...for attention!" Everything was so silent... Dante looked at you confused and shocked, his mouth agape... He sighed, pulling away from you.

He nodded, "Ohho...I see...well..." He let out a fake laugh. "Well...you got me...princess...phew...good...no baby on hand… I'm glad..." Dante took his coat off from his chair, putting on a fake smile and a fake laugh. "Great acting skills you got, babe... You seriously got me... We were anyway not ready for kids..." You spoke conflicted, how he was trying to mask it, "Dante..." Dante went on, "You know...I'm heading out; I have many jobs lined up...see you around..." Dante kissed your forehead; you tried to hold onto him, but he pulled away instantly. He was out of the door and far from home. As you tried, you ran after him to stop him at the front door, "Dante? Come back...?"

Dante was alone. In some demon-infested storage lot, he killed one after another, shooting bullet after bullet. He was acting way too rough, using too much strength, and being so much more brutal to work out some steam. He was crushing on the inside. He wanted this; he thought he was so close to it, and boom...and demons were unlucky bastards who would take his anger. Certainly not you; you just pulled a prank; nothing wrong in it.

You were pacing around the office, thinking about what you have done... You knew it was wrong, what you pulled. You didn't know what to do now.

Dante was slashing and gutting through demons as he mocked them. He didn't blame you; it was a harmless prank. He never told you how much it mattered to him. Hell, he didn't know how much it mattered to him.

He came back home, his shirt bloodied and demons guts here and there. You looked and walked up to him, but he stopped you. "Babe...let me shower..." You waited as he came back from the shower shirtless, only wearing his grey sweatpants. Your eyes searched his for anything. He sat down in front of you, taking your hand in his large hands. You looked at him and spoke, "I am sorry..."

Dante rubbed your back. "Hey...it's okay...." You blurted, "I will do anything to make it up to you." Dante smirked as he pinned you on the red leather couch, "How about letting me help with your pesky periods?"

Tagged: @gedoudou

[blackened-angel]

So, I found this tweet from Shankar...

I want to hear your opinions because I'm sure there are some of you who don't appreciate the lies Shankar has said.

Also, it's best that you have seen all the episodes if you wish to comment and I'm talking about stuff from the novels and manga, so if you only watched the adaptation and don't want to get spoiled, proceed with caution!

This was his reply regarding that clip that was shown before the adaptation was released. It's the scene from the first episode where he saves that woman and her baby Most people didn't like that he was being self-aware about his one-liners..

Given that the writing in general was pretty bad, I didn't take note who was the character who had self-aware dialogue...This adaptation barely had any memorable quotes, so if any of you know, leave a comment. I was put off by Mary's cussing and quantum bullshit to have noticed...

2)...that sets Dante in his path to becoming DMC3 Dante.

Yeah so much for that. He spent more time getting nerfed by Mary and being captured.

So, they made him appear like he's still inexperienced yet the records from the DARKCOM state that he had 5+ years working in demon hunting. So they kept tabs on him since he was 12-13?

So, instead of showing him as Tony, even if it could have been just a flashback, his period of working as a mercenary like in the first novel was basically summed up as having "5 years of experience", but not showing anything from that time? They could have shown him as a kid...

Let's see if Dante and Nell's meeting at DarkCom is their first one they knew each other because Dante worked aa a freelance mercenary...

Anywho, moving on.

3. "Which follows the manga"

The only thing taken from the manga was the White Rabbit...and Shankar said that's his self-interest. Oh, you wanna say that you're just misunderstood? Fuck off...

I also don't believe him when he said that Capcom showed him the materials for the last volume of the manga that was about Lady.

If it wasn't shown to the public and never mentioned in other media, then it's not part of the canon.

I think the moron in this post might have wanted to say "novel" instead of manga, but he probably uses them interchangeably.

Dumbass, he already had them in the DMC3 manga...

Most of us believed that in the first trailer he was presented as "Tony" because he didn't have Ebony and Ivory yet.

'Should I have the opportunity to continue the franchise"

Fuck no. He shouldn't have been given an opportunity in the first place.

So yeah, I would like to hear what you have to say and if you have seen other statements like that.

[randomthefox]

VERGIL. THE Vergil. The one Vergil to rule them all. The "rival battle" against which all others are measured against. He was not the first, of course, but he is the most defining. He solidify the concept. You may have heard of boss fights in a video game described as "Vergil fights", and he is the reason why.

A defining and seminal moment in gaming. The Vergil fights are designed to absolutely kick your ass using the same rules that you yourself as the player are restricted to. Vergil will never do anything that you the player are not also capable of doing. You fight Vergil three times in this game, and each fight is designed to be a measuring stick. In this first fight, Vergil only uses one weapon and does not have access to Devil Trigger. So you technically have an advantage over him, since you'll at least have Cerberus and AgniRudra by this point. And yet you will still probably die several times to this boss fight. You CAN use Holy Waters to soften him up if you want, but if you wanna be a Real Gamer (tm) you gotta beat him on his own level. Feel the motivation.

The meeting between Dante and Vergil has so many fucking layers to it I honestly don't even know where to start. The way they fall into snarking back and forth at each other about the "party." Whatever either of them was thinking or feeling about what's going on with this demon tower, when facing one another they fall right back into their familial persona. Suddenly they're bratty kids teasing and bickering. Lady describes in the games opening narration that they seem to derive some kind of sick pleasure from their fighting, and indeed as demons who are practically invincible it does seem natural that they would perceive a fight to the death like this as no different from a wrastling match. They're having fun. This is their love language. There's baggage, there's toxicity between them, but this is also all they've ever known from each other for so long that they probably don't know how else to function.

The theme of the ties that bind smashes into Dante in the concluding cutscene. We know from the first game that Mundus is responsible for their mothers death, and while this game is rewriting the brothers relationship to be that they both survived and were aware of each other, the tragic backstory from DMC1 of demons who warred with their father destroying their peaceful family life is the major motivating factor for both of these characters. The same events diverged with them learning opposite lessons from it though. Vergil was traumatized by watching demons from hell rip away his mother and brother, and he was ashamed of himself for his weakness. She died because of him, because he didn't have the power to protect his mother and his little brother. Power is everything, strength is necessary to be in control of your life, and the demonic blood that flows through his veins means he has the potential and entitlement to the ultimate power of Sparda the Legendary Dark Knight himself. He wants power more than anything else, because he wants never to be that helpless little boy listening to his mothers dying screams of agony ever again. And yet he's been so consumed by his ambition for power that he's lost sight of part of the reason why he wanted it in the first place - to be able to protect his brother, who he now rejects and is willing to destroy for his own self gain.

Dante went in completely the opposite direction. Watching demons kill his own mother and destroy his entire life caused him to reject his demonic lineage, to deny his own father. To reject his family, even rejecting his own name and living under the identity of Tony Redgrave for a time. If being a demon means being whatever those monsters that killed his mother were, then he wants nothing to do with it. He bought a shop and intends to open a business for the express purpose of killing demons, hoping one day to find and kill the one who is responsible for his mothers death. Like Lady, he rejects the familial bond between him and his father AND his brother, in a display of petulance. "I just don't like you." Like a immature little brat. Dante's refusal to seek power is a personal insult against Vergil specifically, and a divorce from the heritage of Sparda.

The little moment where Dante reaches out for the amulet as Vergil rips it from his neck, and Vergil casually swats away his hand with his sword. Will be reincorporated. Remember it.

Dante awakens to his Devil Trigger in the conclusion of their fight. In the end, Dante cannot deny what he is. He is Vergils brother, and he also thirsts for power. His rage and spite against his brother awakens the devil inside him, but it is overwhelming. It strikes me not altogether unlike a moment where a youth starts going through puberty. Their body undergoing changes that they don't understand and can take control of them if they are unprepared for it. Dante has taken his first steps into maturing as a son of Sparda, and this is reflected in the gameplay of the Devil Trigger mechanic now becoming available to the player.

[theevilfishywizard]

Thinking about mcd ages since i am watching through season 1 for the first time in 9 years and these are the ones I’ve been settling on so far:

Aphmau: 26. It’s how old she actually was at the time the series started and it feels like it fits. Perfect. No notes.

Garroth: 27-28. Hes older, more experienced. Lots of shit has happened to him and he acts older and wiser than most of the cast. But he's still young, something aphmau comments on when she sees his face. And it makes sense in relation to zenix’s age.

Zenix: 19. He acts volatile and erratically like a teenager and he would’ve been 11 or 12 when garroth found him as a kid.

Laurence: 25. Just a little younger than aphmau. Acts a bit immaturely (flirting Casanova ladies man) but mature enough to deal with his problems like an adult. (Mostly)

Dante: 22. i feel (especially with how shocked garroth and Laurence are later that he kicks their asses in the 15 year time skip) that he is the younger brother of the trio of guards. While Dante is mature he also was forced to grow up fast so it doesnt contradict his younger age. Also with his backstory of gene fucking up his whole life when he was 12 i dont want him to be without a family for too long ;;

Gene: 29. I think he was 19 when he ruined Dante’s life. so however old Dante is, Gene’s 7 years older.

Zane: 23-24 at first i was gonna have him the same age as aphmau because the two of them are parallels, but a young little shit who thinks he’s wise and drunk on power is better. Also, If hes younger than Laurence it makes that moment in the S1 finale where he called him “little Laurence” really funny.

Vylad: 20-21. he;; He’s just a babey;;; gone too soon;;;

Katelyn: 25. Same age as Laurence. Still young enough that rage and power come naturally to her, but with the energy to back it up.

Nichole: 21. I think that her and garroth were getting arranged to be married during a time where the age gap was really uncomfortable (14 - 20) which would add more layers to why both of them were so staunchly against it.

Lucinda: 27. This is apparently confirmed according to the wiki and i agree i think thats a good age.

Kawaii-Chan/Nana: 24. naive but utimately skilled at her craft that would take years to master.

Zoey: 900+. fuckin old. I love gilfs

[icycoldninja]

Hey there! It's me again, the Lies of P obssessed junkie who is also obssessed with DMC. I have risen from my grave the moment I heard that the Lies of P DLC is coming out somewhere in 2025. I hope you are doing alright and that your requests are open. If it is not, feel free to ignore it, your health comes first!

Anyways, since all of my Lies of P requests had a ton of angst, I felt like requesting something more comforting. I totally won't request the bed ending aftermath of Lies of P, I totally won't ;)

Anyways. I was hoping to request a platonic fluff headcannon of the DMC boys and our good puppet boy Pinocchio. I want to see how the boys will act once we become more human. My most funny thought is Vergil and Dante fighting over if we are Dante's kid or Vergil's little brother.

"The kid is my child Vergil."

"No, he is not, the adoption papers weren't signed."

"Cause you dragged the kid out before he could even pick up the pen, and then cut the papers into a million peices."

"...." "They are still not signed."

I also think Vergil and Dante will fight over what we will first eat once we start tasting things, and Nero is like "Guys, just let him eat what he wants."

Dante and we would likely hunt demons as he speaks about the most random of things, and we just kinda listen and sometimes speak up, but our trusty talking lantern Gemini doing the most of talking for us.

Vergil and us either practicing sword fighting, like. "I want you to be able to be able to protect yourself."

"Vergil.... I fought monsters 6 times my size and strength and won..."

"You still do not know the specifics of sword fighting"

"I killed a guy who became a god."

"And I am here to teach you MY way of fighting, so watch."

Nero being the only normal one who leads around the city and just talking, or maybe introducing us to Kyrie, like. "You see this little fella? Yes he was created in the 19th century and is older then both of us combined, but he is friend, and he is usually stays silent and just stares. Just don't get freaked out."

And V, of sweet V who we practically look the same. I am betting some strangers would actually think V and we were related. We would usually stay with V reading some old books or playing the piano for him.

Bonus points if Trish and Lady tried to get us some modern clothes only for Vergil to drag us right out of the shopping mall cause the clothes we have remind him too much of his father.

I hope this isn't much trouble, I hope you are feeling well and that both of the sides of your pillow are cool. Thank you again! 💙

Aw thank you so much for your well wishes. Hope you enjoy!

Sparda boys + V x Pinocchio-like!Reader platonic headcannons

¤ Dante ¤

-Dante is absolutely thrilled to see you're acting more like a human and less like how you formerly were—soulless and boring.

-He takes you to his favorite pizza place and gets you a massive pizza with everything on it (yes, even olives) just so you can try it and decide on your favorite toppings.

-Of course, he tries to sway you away from the olives and more towards pepperoni, and whether you follow him or not is up to you.

-He'll teach you to ride his motorcycle, and for the first time ever, you understand why he's so happy when he's zipping through the streets, whooping his lungs out.

-You two bond more and more now that you're capable of experiencing emotions and actually having fun. You have also grown very interested in ranking Vergil and take a more active role n orchestrating these little schemes.

-Dante encourages you to find a hobby (other than being a little gremlin with him) that you are passionate about, assuring you he'll support you all the way, no matter what you choose.

■ Vergil ■

-Vergil is just so proud of you for how far you've come. He's more than proud, actually, the sight of you makes him start to get misty eyed with sentimentality.

-He is about ready to formally adopt you, papers, certificate and all, if he didn't have competition in the form of his stupid brother.

-Basically, everyone wants to spend time with you and (un)officially make you their kid, because they love you, but because everyone wants to be around you, some (specifically Vergil) get jealous of others.

-Don't worry, a little 1-on-1 time should calm him down, but at the same time, it runs the risk of making him even more jealous the next time someone steals you away.

-Now that you are more human, Vergil decided you should dress like one. He immediately starts dressing you like a distinguished fellow such as himself, completely unaware that the way he dresses is not the human norm. (but it should be)

-He can't help you understand your newfound emotions though, mostly because he can hardly understand his.

□ Nero □

-Nero is so happy to have a new buddy who actually understands the memes he sends them.

-He floods your phone with goofy videos and pictures of things he thinks are hilarious. He used to do it before, but you didn't understand it then. Now you do, and you're addicted.

-Is about to turn you into a regular comedian, if Dante and Vergil weren't always butting in on your quality time.

-Every night is Sparda family dinner-movie night. It's loud and crazy and popcorn is everywhere, but it's fun.

-Nero will direct you to the nearest hiding place once Dante and Vergil inevitably start fighting, before charging into the fray himself.

-Sometimes it seems he's forgotten about you, but he will return when the fight's over (or after it's been taken outside) and rescue you before dragging you somewhere far, far way from the scene of the crime.

● V ●

-V has always adored you; now, even more so. You already looked so much like him, now you were human too!

-This means that you have unlocked an understanding of emotions, so V can stun you with William Blake's poetry—and a few pieces of his own.

-He might even try to get you to create something yourself, but there's no telling how that will turn out.

-People sometimes mistake you for brothers, others for father and son, and some ask if you're twins. It cracks both of you up every time.

-Nevertheless, V loves how you two are basically family. Your appearance only cements that.

-He is probably the only Sparda (or half Sparda) who doesn't get jealous when others want to spend time with you. V's just so sweet.

[beevean]

Me, a guy from Middle-East watching this Netflix shit compare me and millions of others to demons: What have we done to Adi Shankar to deserve this?

I've also seen victims of US invasions...it was really a horrible thing to use such a huge thing still fresh in the memory of the people as some kind of joke for his shitshow of an anime. The victims of war are still alive, what happened to them is fresher than the age of DMC franchise itself.

And of course the Christianity mockery is cherry on top. Assyrians are a large indigenous population in Middle-East with majority living in Iraq. And they are Christians. They have always faced discrimination but the US invasion was particularly cruel to them. Many of these native Assyrians were displaced, internally and externally.

Im just left speechless by how insensitive and abominable Adi Shankar is

It's just so. Tone-deaf in its attempt to be progressive.

"No no you see, Americans demonized Arabs for years, but they're not really as monstruous as they depicted them! Just like the demons in the show, who are not all evil but unjustly persecuted! I am so smart!"

You buffoon, you are still equating a real minority with a fictional non-human race. Someone who is genetically different to the core (in the show, Lady uses special bullets that react to demon DNA in particular, so yes, they really are not the same species despite diverging from the same source).

And not just that! Because it's in episode 4 that we first introduce this theme of "not all demons are bad". Before that? All the demons we see are evil monsters who delight in killing humans for shit and giggles! They seem to be the majority, in fact! So do we really want to take that comparison to its logical conclusion?

In real life, Muslim people became the unjust target of propaganda due to isolated terrorist attacks like 9/11: billions of people were made into "threats" for the actions of few. In the setting of the show, demons are generally aggressive for no reason. We even see Arkham at one point turning himself into a demon and eating his own wife, just like that. Do you fucking understand what you are saying, you hack.

And! And what does that make Dante, eh? He made a whole career of killing demons, and having fun at it too. Are we really painting Dante as a slaughterer of minorities? Oh my god this is literally like that stupid vampire kid skull shot in Netflixvania that implies the Belmonts are ruthless child murderers, someone please save me. Then again, apparently Sparda is Trump in this universe, sure why not.

Oh shut up, you literally reveal two minutes later that you are affiliated with the White Rabbit, who was the one who allowed you to escape the war-torn Middle East Hell Makai!

I also find rich that these demons are the "good" ones. The humanoid ones. The one who look just like the "sapiens", contrasting the evil demons who look like plants and shit. Again. Do you understand what you are implying? Maybe don't use fucking demons as a political metaphor for real people?

(wait, I just realized. What does this mean for that shapeshifting demon that turns into a baby, Vergil and that other soldier guy? That minorities... disguise themselves as the oppressive majority... to hurt them...? Guys, I think the metaphor is eating itself.)

And yeah, the Christian bashing is getting old. I get it. CHURCH BAD, because AMERICA BAD. I don't know how to convey how much I am sick of these blunt messages without sounding like an American right-winger lmao, but you make a good point: Christians are not just American Karens, and the topic is more complicated than "American politicians use Christianity as a weapon, therefore Christianity bad" (I can't help but notice how convenient it is that demons attack the Vatican in the first episode, but not holy places of other religions). I wonder if fans of this show will also use the excuse fans of NFCV use and say "no no no you see God is good, it's the humans who twist His message! The show is totally nuanced guys!". I'm expecting something as stupid as NFCV's water-blessing zombie :P

I'm really sorry this show has upset you. I can only imagine how insulting it feels to see a real war you witnessed turned into a scene of America bombing Hell and scaring Arab-coded demons while American Idiot plays in the background. You deserve much better and I hope things look up in general 🫂

[doodleferp]

The Dante/Callie Brainrot

So in an effort to get rid of my art block and try to get into writing some more, I'm putting together some general thoughts about Callie and Dante. I wrote these with the games in mind, but these can be applied to the reboot game and the Netflix show if we squint.

Absolutely feel free to send me asks about these two as well. I need the fuel. Please. I am begging.

Potential triggers include surgical practices, death, canon-typical violence, sex mention, friends with benefits mention, tattoos

Dante and Callie are two and a half weeks apart, and met when Callie was a few weeks old. See, Callie's mom Fran was Eva's best friend. Her bestest best friend in the whole wide fuckin' world. The kind of friends that plan out their lives cradle to grave. and have somehow stuck to it after all these years. Callie spent about a third of her childhood hanging out with the Spardas, becoming bestest best friends with the twins until the fire. Callie reconnected with Dante in DMC 3 and just like that, they were together for the next thirty-something years.

Just like their mothers, Dante and Callie were pretty much inseparable as kids. Pretty much the second that one was in the other's line of sight, the other would be sprinting up to hug them. Since Vergil was an indoor boy, Dante relished the opportunity to play with someone his own age. Meanwhile, Callie was an only child who was lonely at home, so she was equally ecstatic to be around Dante for as long as she could. But childhood stories are for another day.

After DMC 3, Callie and Dante were FWBs for a few years to cope with the grief of losing Vergil. Obviously, they end up dating, but instead of a big dramatic confrontation, they just…slowly forget they aren’t dating and one day they’re a couple. And they both seem to think they were dating from the very beginning and are (purposefully?) confused when people bring up they were just fuck buddies for a while.

Before they moved in together. Dante would like, super duper clean his room before Callie came over. I don’t know if it’s because he wanted to impress her or if he just wanted a clean space to get down, but he goes into a bedroom cleaning frenzy when he knows Callie’s coming to the shop. They didn’t always go to the bedroom when they screwed around so your guess is as good as mine.

They don't really have like...date-dates very often. I need to figure out how exactly their schedules are gonna line up, but dates are usually stuff like movie marathons or drive-ins or dinner at the diner that Dante loves. Every so often they'll head out of town for a job that Dante has to do and spend some time together there, but the good time usually gets overshadowed by whatever demon he has to fight. They don't really care and the demon ends up being an afterthought anyway. They're just glad to get to spend time together.

Dante will "babe, I got it" her all the time. It's like, she'll try to do something herself and he'll go "Nah, babe, I got it." And just. Never does it. Out of procrastination or pure virtue of forgetting about it. It's infuriating and it keeps happening. Callie's learned to ignore him whenever he says he has something and just do it herself.

Callie's a trauma surgeon, and works in the ER at the local hospital. She credits the development of her surgical skills to Dante being her "personal cadaver" -- a feat that he proudly flaunts to this day. Due in no small part to his indestructibility, Dante would let Callie practice small surgical things on him -- stitches, sutures, staples, intubation, IVs -- and even some more complex procedures when he was feeling ballsy. I have this lovely mental image of them lounging on the couch or in bed on a dark summer night, the light from the old TV casting an eerie glow on them, Dante eating pizza or nursing a beer with one hand while Callie practices a running whip stitch on his other hand.

Fun fact! Due to the nature of their work, Callie's had to admit Dante and Lady to the ER every so often. Being some of the most badass demon hunters ever doesn't automatically guarantee you'll never get injured, and it also doesn't mean people won't call 911 in the aftermath of an attack. Every so often, Callie will stroll onto the ER floor, pull back a curtain, and see Dante's smiling face on the bed, sitting in an ocean of blood with a bone or two sticking out of his body and a couple semi-panicking staff. Lady is ironically the more difficult patient because she usually just wants to get bandaged up and get out of there. Dante will do anything the doctors tell him to do and is very cooperative with the staff, all while throwing cheesy lines Callie's way.

Speaking of. Even though Callie is making reasonable bank and can provide for the shop, Dante refuses to let her help him with the bills. It doesn't even matter that Callie has lived there long enough for them to be legally considered married. He refuses to let her contribute financially to the bills in any way. “I’m your boyfriend, I’m the one who’s supposed to take care of you!” So Callie does the mature thing and pays his tabs behind his back.

They have designated days where they go thrifting and antiquing. It’s how they find stuff for the shop, it’s how they find Dante’s awesome outfits, and it’s just so much fun to look at all the cool shit people have donated or put up for sale.

They have a cat! A little bit after Devil May Cry, a depressed and lonely Dante spotted a kitten with a broken leg and decided to take him home. That cat is named Sampson, and he is the most grumpy little shit on the face of the earth. Dante is his chosen two-leg and Callie is just the spare. He warms up to her after she starts being home more, but she was a constant recipient of hisses and bites whenever she approached Dante while Sampson was nearby. Sampson dies around DMC 5 (he dies from natural causes at the old age of fifteen) and Dante cried like a baby.

Bedtime for them is. Weird. It’s a fluctuating thing that changes as Callie adjusts to her work flow at the hospital. Eventually, she settles on the early and day shifts at the emergency room, so some days she’s waking Dante and the cat up at the crack of dawn. And don’t even get me started on the nights she needs to be paged in.

Anyway, Callie will fall asleep and spread all the way out like a starfish. Dante, meanwhile, will latch onto her no matter what and render her unable to move from that starfish position. Every time she gets in bed while he's asleep, he immediately gravitates towards her and starts to cuddle. Sampson sleeps at the foot of the bed, or he steals Callie's pillow and forces her to switch with the already-comfy or already-asleep Dante. There is no in-between.

My dear friend Penelope convinced me to let them get married, but I haven't put down an exact timeline for it. As far as the games go, I'd place it somewhere around or between DMC 4 and DMC 5. He really feels like the hopeless romantic guy who WOULD want a big wedding party, but kinda pushes that dream aside because he knows he wouldn't be able to afford it. Instead of rings, they get marriage tattoos -- Dante tattoos Callie's name on the back of his left hand, and Callie does the same but with Dante's name. And that tat gives him the butterflies more than any ring ever could.

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DMC High School AU Ideas

Bestie and I were spitballing ideas while playing video games together, and here's what we came up with. I wish I could use this font AND the bullet point thing at the same time, but I guess I can't have nice things smfh.

Vergil:

1000% a theater kid

Overworked straight-A student

If the school setting has uniforms, he wears it properly every day

If the school doesn't use uniforms, he dresses preppy

Not sure if there's an equivalent to "advanced placement" (AP) classes in Europe, but he'd take AP English courses so that he could read more books

Would stick to Dante and his friends during lunch (Dante would make sure he wouldn't get bullied for reading @ the table (that's his job /lh))

Either that or he'd stay inside his fav English teacher's classroom to eat and talk about books/writing with

Is "forced" by Sparda and Eva to come and support Dante at his sports-ball (keeping it very general so people can get creative with what sport Dante would play) games

Pretends to be uninterested in Dante's matches and reads the whole time

Once Dante's games are over, Vergil surprises his brother with in-depth critiques of his team's strategies. If Dante's team loses he then tells Dante to lock the fuck in and that he can do better next time (Vergil really wants to see his brother win)

At home, Vergil offers to do skirmishes with Dante to help him prepare for the next sports-ball game

Dante:

Jock; does sports-ball

If the school has uniforms, he wears them "wrong" and doesn't bother to fix it

If the school doesn't have uniforms, he wears 2000s emo fashion

Mayhaps Dante meets Lady and Trish cause they're cheerleaders

Either joins a band or plays the electric guitar solo in his shared room with Vergil. Sometimes, Vergil gets annoyed; other times, he's chill. Depends on the song

If we go down the band idea, he could meet Lady and Trish through this instead

Does the bare minimum to pass classes. He's smarter than he actually comes off, but he doesn't care to put in the effort like Vergil. Grades don't define him.

Dante gets SUPER invested in Vergil's theater productions. They read lines together before bed sometimes.

He catches Vergil rehearsing long after his sports practice sessions are done and has to drag his brother out of the school's theater or else he'd starve

On show nights, Dante makes sure to grab front-row seats (rip to the people behind him and his parents; they won't be able to see shit cause the whole family is stupid tall LMAO)

When everyone is bowing at the end, Dante is ALWAYS THE LOUDEST ONE IN THE CROWD, CHEERING AND CLAPPING LIKE A MAD MAN

"THAT'S MY TWIN BROTHER RIGHT THERE!!!" *cue Vergil's face getting extremely red while his expression is like >:l*

Other silly stuffs:

Vergil gets the top bunk, Dante gets the bottom bunk

Dante kicks Vergil's bunk bed from below to annoy the fuck out of him

"WOULD YOU MIND??? I'M TRYING TO READ!!!" "And I'm bored. *kick*"

Headlocks, noogies, they'd probably punch each other too sometimes

They have a collective snack stash in their room

Take turns using the record player in their room. They have vinyl collections

Vergil has a locked box full of poems he's written (poor guy is embarrassed about being in touch with his feelings) and Dante has never found the key to open it

Just wanted to write all this out for funsies. Hope y'all enjoyed the ideas!

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Dinner & Diatribes (Gabriel Rossetti smut)

Dante Gabriel Rossetti x fem!reader Words: 3.3K (I got carried away) Genre: Smut (18+) with some angst (half of it is literal filth) Warnings: fingering, handjob, oral fem!recieving, edging, unprotected sex (don't do that kids) Summary: The infamous painter Dante Gabriel Rossetti realises he's falling in love with Lord Whitewood's wife, when he's invited to paint her portrait. Lucky for him you're on the same page and things take a heated turn when your husband unexpectedly leaves London and you find yourself unable to stay away from the devilishly handsome painter. (I made Gabriel a lot less of a jerk and the title is one of Hozier's songs that I recently discovered and thought was perfect for this fic.) - A/N: Sorry this is going to be a bit long because I have many things to say. First and foremost, sorry for the super random tags, but I'm trying to reach the Aidan girlies out there and I'm sure nobody goes on the Desperate Romantics tags. Moving on I want to say that this is the first time in 3,5 years that I've been able to write anything and it was so liberating, because I feel like I lost a great way of expressing myself all this time. Nevertheless, please be kind to me, english is not my first laguage, this took a great amount of self pressure to actually be finished over a course of about 2 weeks and it might just be nothing but cringe (don't come at me pls). Now on to the fun part. So, apparently I'm currently hyperfixating HARD on Aidan Turner after watching Rivals and my long hair kink is just making things worse. When I tell you I could literally do anything for him. Writing the smutty part of this fic at some point had me feeling like I was in some sort of high. I mean just look.at.these.eyes dear Lord. Ok enough with the yapping omg, it's getting too tmi.

You didn't even realise how you ended up at his front door in the middle of the night. Or at least that's what you kept telling yourself, in hopes of avoiding or simply delaying feeling the shame of being an awful wife to your husband, Lord Whitewood.

You knew you'd find him there, at the old greenhouse he called home, under the gentle warm light of the candles, working on either some new sketch, or your portrait. And after catching a glimpse of him actually immersed in the latter, you felt your heart flutter. He turned away from his painting abruptly when he heard the door open and for a moment he believed he hallucinated you standing in front of him, because of the endless hours he'd been working on your portrait. But the way you stood there, your chest heaving, your frame slightly trembling from how nervous you were and your eyes glinting that all too familiar spark, he knew you were really there in the flesh. And it felt just like the first time he'd ever seen you, that day at your husband's house.

Lord Dorian Whitewood, a great fan of the arts, had shown interest in the works of Dante Gabriel Rossetti and after paying him a couple of visits to his studio to buy a few paintings, he invited him to his house to request a portrait of his beloved wife. Little did he know, that this would be the very start of a great forbidden love.

Rossetti was known to have a weakness for women. He would never hesitate having his way with any of his models at any time he'd please and could swear he'd never settle for just one woman. Until the moment he saw you sitting in that room waiting for him to start your portrait. He felt something he'd never felt before, but couldn't really explain it. This surely wasn't because of how majestically the light from the window ever so gently illuminated your face or your thick hair that fell freely on your shoulders. No, there was definitely something utterly unique about your aura.

"Lady Whitewood" he paused as he rose from his seat "What brings you here at this hour?" his eyes betrayed hopes that this wasn't really what he thought it was. Of course he couldn't be more pleased with the idea of finally getting to have you, evern for a single night, but he knew this could all possibly lead to a big scandal that would harm his already bad reputation. He never thought his flirting, which always came so naturally, so involuntarily, would actually have such effect on you so as to come running to him in the middle of the night alone.

Did he really worry so much about a potential scandal, though, or was it all just a cover for the fear that he might have actually fallen in love and you'll forever remain out of his reach?

"Dorian is out of town. He left for Oxford this morning, his brother has fallen ill. I might have to travel soon too, but for the time being, he insisted I stay here in London." He stood silent, looking at you straight in the eyes, waiting for your next words.

"I haven't been able to get the thought of you out of my mind, Gabriel." you admitted hesitant to move, while your gaze fell to the floor. Gabriel took a few steps forward instead, until he was right before you, lifting your chin up with one hand, locking eyes with you yet again. Just as he'd done that day at your husband's house while he was trying to figure out which pose would be better for his painting.

"You look absolutely stunning, do you know that?" he said walking back to his canvas after finishing with his adjustements on you. "I'd be lying if I said I'm completely oblivious to this fact." you replied teasingly, without looking at him, maintaining your pose. You were a confident woman after all, never afraid to show it when you had to.

"Does your husband know that?" his voice sounded lower than before making you feel things forbidden for a married woman. Gabriel's question took you so much by surprise that you turned to face him, only to realise he was doing the exact same thing. His eyes fixed on you, his gaze hungry, full of lust. Gabriel was a confident man too, never stopping himself from getting what he desired, never afraid to show it blatantly and straight away.

"Are you trying to tell me something Mr. Rossetti?"

"I'm just making sure that a beautiful woman like you is appreciated in the way she deserves, Lady Whitewood." You turned away, resuming your pose, trying to ignore how his smirk was igniting the heat deep within your core.

You liked your husband Dorian, he was a kind man who treated you well, took care of you. At this very moment, however, you were beginning to question whether you actually, genuinely loved him. He was a dear friend to you and your family, 10 years older than you. The marriage was of course arranged but you'd known Dorian for a long time, you trusted him. Was it ever something more than that, though? You never had such thoughts because, to your bitter realisation, you'd never actually fallen in love with someone. Up until now, that this devilishly handsome painter, who also seemed to be much closer to your age, stood opposite you almost every day, for far too many hours than your sanity would have preferred.

"Would you consider sitting for me for other paintings as well?" his voice interrupted your thoughts after a while of silence. You laughed bitterly."You clearly know this is no occupation for a lady. My husband would never allow it."

"Do you want to, though?" he insisted, not once breaking away from his canvas.

"Mr. Rossetti, are you asking me to go against the morals of our society for what I, a mere woman, want?" you kept looking straight ahead, trying hard not to glance at him.

"Would that be so bad?"

You scoffed at the audacity of his question before answering "Perhaps it really wouldn't, if we were living under any other circumstances."

"And what would the ideal circumstances be?" he continued, acting completely oblivious. "Are we playing some sort of game here, Mr. Rossetti?" you broke your pose again to bring him within your field of vision. "You and I both know what I'm talking about."

"Please call me Gabriel and no, I don't quite understand why someone can't have a bit of fun from time to time" he had left his work and strode his way to where you were sitting. His eyes bore into yours, a subtle smirk danced on his lips.

"Because as I've mentioned, I'm a woman that also happens to be married. And I respect and love my husband." the words sounded so foreign to you as you spoke. You were using every ounce of willpower to stop yourself from rising from your seat and falling in the arms of Gabriel, who was now slowly walking to your side, then your back, trying to carefully pick his next sentence.

An ever so light flinch was inevitable when he placed both his hands on your shoulders. You'd be heavily lying if you didn't admit you wanted them on every other inch of your body as well. He could feel his effect on you. If only you could feel yours on him. He wanted nothing more than to turn you around and crash his lips to yours hard. Instead, he contained himself, and whispered his reply close to your ear: "I don't really believe we'd still be having this conversation if that last part was true."

A knock on the door, brought you both back to reality and Gabriel moved away from you just as the maid came in with some tea. For a split second you believed it was Dorian, having somehow heard everything, coming in to catch you red handed. "If you do change your mind, however, you know where to find me." he gave you a quick wink, referring to his initial request earning him a stern look from you as the maid had yet to leave the room.

"Tell me you never truly wanted me to come. Tell me I shouldn't be here, I should be home, I should stay loyal to my husband." you pleaded, his pained expression was already telling you he didn't want you to leave.

"I could never lie to you, my dear." his lips now inches away from yours, god knew how he had been holding himself all this time. It was different with you. It always had been. He never felt the animalistic urge he felt when he was with a prostitute. No, he felt the need to treat you like fine porcelain, he could never break you. And so he contained himself, only for you to take him by surprise when you crashed your lips to his. His hands instinctively cupped your face as yours found purchase on his shoulders. Before you had time to indulge in one another, however, you pushed him away-one final attempt to avoid infidelity.

"This is madness!" you panted "We have to stop!" tears were welling up in your eyes. You wanted him so much it was painful. Yet, you still tried to convince yourself it was less painful than living the rest of your life knowing you had cheated on Dorian.

"But do you want to stop?" he raised his voice slightly, with a firm grip on the side of your upper arms, making you look at his hungry eyes. "These ideal circumstances that we were talking about are right here, right now. No one knows about this besides us. So if you still truly wish to stop, you're free to leave." he couldn't push you, but could at least try to persuade you. He needed you as much as you needed him.

"You're right I do want to stop, I got carried away, I shouldn't have come in the first place." you lied and felt him slowly release you letting you turn away to leave and put an end to this brief encounter. No sooner had you taken two steps than he caught your arm, spun you around and met you in a heated kiss that you neither could nor wanted to escape.

One hand on his chest the other tangled in his black locks, you let out a quiet moan as you felt him squeeze your waist and swipe his tongue over your lower lip. You granted him access and the groan he involuntarily let out hit you straight in your aching core. Breaking away from your lips, his mouth travelled to your jaw, then your neck, all while his skilled fingers had started working on the buttons of your outer gown. Kissing you was no longer enough, he had to feel you under his touch and was pleased to see you were on the same page as he sensed your hands on his waistcoat.

A pause was much needed for the unbuttoned items to be discarded. Gabriel then watched you take off your petite coat skirt, leaving yourself in nothing but your corset and short undergarment. He was quick to stop you from going any further.

"Let me, sweetheart." his fingertips momentarily brushed over the exposed skin of your breasts before moving to undo your corset, giving you goosebumps. Although very eager, his hands worked steadily, slow even, as if he was trying to imprint every little detail of the moment in his mind. Yours on the contrary, seemed to be moving on their own, finding their way along Gabriel's dishevelled dress shirt and opening it all the way down.

Once your corset was undone, he peeled the straps off your shoulders and took a step back to admire his 'work'.

"Breathtaking" he whispered with a smirk upon finally eyeing your exposed chest under the faint light of the candles and you felt the need to cover yourself. "Don't hide from me, darling." he came closer once more, opening your arms and placing them on his still half-clad torso instead, for you to free him of his shirt.

As soon as it was off, he attacked your lips yet again. The kiss being more heated than the previous, with the addition of the newfound feeling of each other's skin. Gabriel's strong hands on your waist turned you around and pressed you against him, before moving to undo the final piece of clothing separating him from your body, letting it pool around your feet. "Can you feel what you do to me, what you've been doing to me all this time?" he murmured breathlessly on the spot where your neck met your shoulder.

"Gabriel...please..." your voice was barely above a whisper, his erection undeniably pocking your ass through his pants. Hearing his name fall from your lips in such lust coated way, had him loosing his self control, unable to stop his hands from leaving your waist and roaming your bare skin as he kept kissing the side of your neck.

One hand finally found its way to one of your breasts, greedily kneading it earning himself sighs of pleasure. The other hand, travelled south, his fingers brushing your wet folds, to land on your clit."All this for me, darling?" he was panting, already lost in your body and the way you reacted under his touch. "Only for you" you moaned, eyes shut, trying to take in all the pleasure. You couldn't help but reach one hand behind your back and palm him, to which he reacted with a low grunt and a bite on your shoulder.

"Careful darling, you wouldn't want me to paint your skin with my teeth, would you?" he elicited another moan from you before his hands stopped their ministrations to grab your waist and turn you to face him once again. "Now get ready to jump." he flashed you his signature smirk that was enough to have you coming undone right then and there, as you felt him grip the back of your thighs.

You did as you were ordered to, tangling your legs around his waist and slipping your arms around his neck, letting him carry you to the bed and spill you on the sheets. He barely had time to remove his pants, before you pushed yourself up to kiss him hungrily and pull him back down on the bed with you. One hand on the curls you could never get enough of, the other reaching for his cock, gently beginning to squeeze and pump him.

Soon, Gabriel was a moaning and grunting mess around your hand. You had moved to straddle him, while he was propped on his elbows, head thrown back in pure bliss, giving you access to leave kisses on his neck. It wasn't long before he felt he was getting close and that's when he sat up to stop you. "Not yet, I want to give you more." he was out of breath but had no intention of giving himself time to catch it, so he met you in a desperate kiss as he laid you down on the sheets.

"I was thoroughly enjoying it, though." you grinned cheekily once he broke the kiss. "Patience, my dear, for the best is yet to come." he placed one final kiss on your lips before starting a trail down your jaw, neck and collarbones, stopping right on the valley of your breasts to glide his tongue on one of your nipples. Your arms found their place on his toned back as he began sucking, your moans getting mixed with his low grunts. He briefly switched to your other mound, growing too impatient to continue his trail south. Going past your navel, he paused upon reaching your pubic bone and while maintaining eye contact, giving you his dirtiest looks, his hands found your knees and spread your legs further apart.

You tensed and let out a gasp when you felt his mouth on your clit. "Relax darling, I just want to make you feel good." the look he gave you was intoxicating, pupils dilated, lips parted, you wanted him to have you in any way he pleased and so you proceeded to push his head down to where you truly needed him the most. Your fingers found their all too familiar place between his black curls as he ate you out like a starved man. His strong hands holding your hips as his mouth alternated between kissing, licking and sucking, earning himself the filthiest of sounds escaping your lips.

But just as you were starting to feel that all too familiar tightening deep in your core, Gabriel's mouth was no longer on you. Instead, he moved to hover over you, his lips glistening with your arousal under the warm candlelight, hair a mess from your pulling. A sight that definitely seemed like it was coming straight out of a fantasy.

"I need you, Gabriel." you didn't care if you sounded ridiculously desperate, you were for this man. You wouldn't have come running to him in the middle of the night once your husband was out of town if you weren't.

"Tell me how you need me, sweetheart." he knew full well what you were both aching for at that very moment, but still wanted to hear your words.

"Hard and slow, then you can do as you please." you'd barely finished your sentence before he entered you in one swift movement, dragging out a long moan from you to match his own groan. And he did as you asked, setting a slow pace with long hard strokes. You were bitting your lips trying to stifle your moans.

"Let me hear you, let me hear how I'm the only one making you feel like this." this pace was already too hard for him to maintain, he craved more and reached for your clit to get exactly that and the next moan of his name was no longer silent.

He started picking up the pace, his strokes remaining deep. You were both close after previously taking your time to indulge in each other's bodies.

You'd be lying if you said you could recall a time when Dorian had gotten you this close to the edge of heaven.

Gabriel's strokes were now getting sloppier as he buried his face in the junction of your neck and shoulder, his thumb never leaving your sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Let go for me, darling, I know you're close. He was breathless, barely able to contain his release with the way your walls were gripping him. "I want to feel you too, Gabriel." it was all it took for him to loose control and come undone within you. His heavenly sounds pushing you over the edge shortly after. His name was the only thing leaving your lips as your nails run down the tensed muscles of his back.

You rode out your highs and stayed tangled in each other for a few moments, trying to regain a sense of reality. Both dreading to look into each other's eyes after what you'd done. You wanted this night to last forever, the sun to never rise. Hoping that this way you'd never have to face the cold reality in which you were an infidel wife and your newfound lover had to live the rest of his life in the embrace of other women to try and forget the one who had managed to show him how love truly felt.

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Anonymous has sent a letter:

(I'm SO nervous writing this request, because English is not my native language and I'm writing through a translator, and this is my first request. If I wrote something wrong, explained it poorly, I apologize in advance and ask you to just ignore it, I'm just really stupid) Recently, my friend and I were playing "What if" and came up with "What if Virgil had TWO kids" and this thought literally stuck with me. Extra points if the reader looks eerily like Virgil. What about the headcanons with dmc boys (Vergil, Dante, V and Nero?) about this, like, Dante just walks into the office holding the reader(gn) by the scruff of the neck and he doesn't even have to say anything, it's literally a clone of his brother.

THIS WAS SO CUTE, how could I not write this? And please, you're fine!! I think I'll turn this into a little mini series or a one-shot later, but no promises! The first draft was certainly setting it up to be that though.

Vergil

There was no other woman that he 'coupled' with. The lady in red, back in Fortuna was the only lover he had ever taken on, and to his knowledge Nero was his only child having been born from that love. To see you standing before him now... you, who looks so much like how he did way back then... it unnerves him. It's the first instance where he's ever been so deeply unnerved in a long while. A clone, you had to be a clone. It wouldn't be the first time that Mundus has done something like this. The next time he goes to hell, he'd be sure to kill him once and for all. He wasn't ever content on letting the Prince of Darkness continue living after all that he has put him and his family through.

He thinks you're a spy, that your purpose here is malicious. But how can that be when you look so captivated by him? As if glimpsing into a mirror and seeing an aged reflection. This all must be so strange to you too, when nothing is so certain in your life. Fine. He can accept this. He can will himself too, because now he has a chance to correct your path before you're made to walk his again. He wouldn't want that for you, especially when he can be present for you where he failed to be present for Nero.

This too, pains him, and he knows that it will be awkward for all of you. Regardless, he has to face it, even if he doesn't know how. Seeing him instills a great dread within you; the power, the expectations, all of it feels overwhelming. How are you going to live up to that? Whenever you stand in his presence, you try to make yourself appear larger, more mature than your years let on. Your demonic nature imposes this upon you, much to his chagrin. It gnaws upon him, because, he was like this too.

He wanted to prove himself to his mother that he could be strong, that he could be mature. When he looks at you, he often finds himself ruminating about those times. You can feel it, and the sadness worries you. Why does he look at you like that? It almost feels like he doesn't accept you. You don't want that, so you try your hardest to be the epitome of what your creator spoke of him. That image has long been burned into your mind since then, and now it is all you strive for.

When you raise your training sword to him, he comes. When you trade blows, he is there, and when he feels your might against his... finally does he allow himself to smile. You're so much like him. Like the child that was lost on that very day. It's without a doubt now, cemented into his soul, regardless of what or who you are... you're his child. If anything tried to take you away from him, he would kill them.

V

He's seen you before, only, you weren't you then. After mingling his vines with Urizen, he had glimpsed the other you then. Or rather, Vergil. When he was blemished by tragedy, renewed by rejoining with the better half of himself-- that was the last he saw of... you. But now, he was back, and here he was... eye to eye with the child of that demon again. You're just as you were when he had first glimpsed that memory, still small with wide eyes boring into his own. You didn't get on too well with any of the others aside from Trish, and similarly he had expected to be met with some resistance from you too. But that never came.

Instead, you shuffled forward, with your arms outstretched to find purchase on one of his legs. A hug. You were hugging him... were Griffon to see it, he'd be laughing. He missed them, strangely, even if they were only ever nightmares. Here, he had a waking dream. His last encounter with a child hadn't gone too well, funny enough. From what he could recall, he'd berated the poor thing, for crying out as he did. As if he hadn't done the same thing when it had been him there, outside of the house as it all burned down. He rests a thin hand on your head as you hug him.

He doesn't know how to be comforting, only how to seek it out in others. But you make him want to change, to be different. Eventually he kneels to be at your level, hugging you properly as your arms snare around his shoulders. You were fond of Trish for obvious reasons, but V had a certain softness about him to you. Almost as if he was your mom, your real mom. Of course, you didn't have one, and it didn't matter to you at the time... but the thought of leaving his side hurts. If you're to go anywhere, you wanted him to follow.

You would drag him by the hand if you had to, and V was like to let the current take him. A part of him found it entertaining, and that maybe that was all you were to him. He would entertain you until you weren't amusing anymore. That's what he planned on doing, but watching you get sad at his silhouette burned him. It was such an unfamiliar thing that he paused to look back. Why did you look so sad? He was only temporary, fated to leave this world again whenever time had deemed it necessary.

You were infinitely stronger than he was, and you had everyone else too to guard and guide you. What made him so special? What made him so unique aside from his weakness? So determined to figure it out, he had remained, seated as you climbed into his lap and pulled at the rings and jewelry on his fingers. Simple. You thought of him as parent, as a guardian already. Even with all your strength and might yet to be had, you wouldn't ever stop needing that. You wouldn't ever stop needing him now that you had him in your life.

"I'll protect you too", you had told him. "You'll be safe with me", such a little voice sounding so sure... for the first time, would he mourn himself when he'd be lost. He wondered how long it would take for you to figure that out.

Nero

How the hell is he supposed to feel about you? You were a tiny version of the father he just found out he had. "Why wasn't I, or my mother enough...", he starts to think to himself, but those thoughts are squashed when he's informed that you weren't born from another affair or something like that.

Upon approaching you for the first time, he was hesitant, but he was your brother, as Kyrie had insisted that he at least give you a chance. The devil in you thought of him as a lesser because of how little his blood resembled yours or even your father's. On all accounts, you were going to brush him off, to ignore him if it weren't the sliver of Sparda coursing through his veins. If it weren't for that you wouldn't even consider him a worthy rival, but even with just a quarter of his power, he was remarkably strong.

Your uncle had told you that much, recounting their fight. Naturally, you had to test yourself against him, as much as Nero found it irksome. He'd be working on Red Queen, running maintenance on his sword when he'd feel a sharp strike to the back of one of his knees. It was a struggle trying to look after the three orphans with Kyrie already, but now he had to deal with you and your demonic antics. Great. If it's a fight you wanted, it would be a fight you'd get. But even as prideful as you were, you were a kid-- his little sibling. Despite himself, he held back, knowing that if he really went all out you'd get seriously hurt.

Yet, in not going all out, he made you cry regardless: all because he wasn't taking you seriously. You didn't need to be pitied, especially if you wanted to grow as a devil and get stronger for your family's sake. If you couldn't beat Nero, then what hopes did you have in defeating a threat that could wipe out your family? He could relate, having the same thoughts when his dad ripped his arm off, worried for Kyrie's sake and the kids. Through your little tantrums, he'd kneel to be at your eye level before patting you on the head.

"You put up a good effort at least, that's somethin' to be proud of", he'd say, which wasn't entirely false.

Still, even after you calmed down some, you wouldn't easily forgive his slights. Luckily, Kyrie could with her cooking. Nero couldn't help but feel a little envious of his girlfriend for being able to pacify you where he couldn't. Even when you seemed to dislike humans, as you've made it abundantly clear to him with each bout(much to Lady's disdain.) But as time goes on, he's slowly beginning to accept you as family. Sure, you're still irritating to him at times, but it's nothing a little bit of air jail can't fix, a trick he learned with Julio when he'd have his fits here and there.

As humiliating as it is, it does work. Instead of being treated as a demon spawn, him and his partner treat you as if you're one of their human children. The lack of violence and discipline worries you on account of not wanting to go soft while you're in the human world. On the other hand, it is comforting. To know that you are loved and safe with them puts a weird weight on your chest, and at times you look back on how you treated Nero in the past. When you try to do something nice for him, you go to Kyrie for help, since you're sure that he'd freak out if you brought him a dead demon or some other game(unlike Nico.) When he notices, you have to withhold from delivering a punch to his gut when he starts to dote on you.

Dante

Trish had found you, thinking it would be best if he would be the one to deal with you. At least while Vergil and Nero were both busy, and when she needed a break after he had declined doing so the first time around. It was harrowing to say the least, when you had appeared in his office, looking like the spitting image of the brother he had lost all those years ago. How did he do it this time? He had thought glumly, as he tried to swallow down the bile rising in his throat. Down to the last detail, it was like Vergil had been ripped straight out of his memories. That sick bastard Mundus, why couldn't he go bother another family? Quite frankly, he was tired of having to deal with that guy and his shenanigans. Maybe the ass beating on Mallet Island wasn't enough...

You could not help but to look up at him with due apprehension. This was Dante after all, successor to Sparda, and the one you were supposed to be keeping tabs on as per your orders. One part of you doesn't want anything to do with him, and another doesn't want to be too far away from him either. Even with the possibility that you could be a threat, Dante knows that he can't bring himself to strike you down. It's low brow, and it pisses him off even more that Mundus would think to do something like this. Gilver was enough of a scare, but here you are. He wishes you'd go away, he doesn't have to say it out loud for you to get the idea.

"You aren't going to fight me?", you had asked innocently, holding a little sword at your side. Oh... how it made his stomach churn. It's a feeling he's not acquainted to. Was it guilt? Grief? It was definitely agonizing...

"No, kid. I'm not gonna fight ya", he answered with a grin as he laid his heavy hand on your head. He ruffles your hair, pushing through the nausea as he chuckles dryly. Who could blame him? Another copy of his brother sent to mess with him after all this time, without knowing what you're here for or what you're capable of he can't help but to stay on edge.

That's why he has Trish take care of you, because you seem to like her as much as Vergil did back then. You aren't acting like a little terror, not that you'd dare to, so what? What's going to happen next, what comes next? When your purpose rears its ugly head, he knows it's going to have to be him to put a stop to you. Whether he likes it or not, whether he wants to or not. Lady can tell that it eats at him the more you try to get closer to him. You follow him around sometimes, wanting to spar or to play. It's what he would've wanted Vergil to ask him to do as kids, he should be happy that he gets to finally play with him now but you're not him.

He snaps one evening, telling you to go, to leave him alone before things get ugly. Lady interjects, that he was out of line, and Trish is there to hold you when you finally stop chasing after him. When the tears fall and you turn to her, he realizes that he shouldn't have done that. He didn't mean to, but if he isn't ready to go to you to comfort you right now. He'll make it up to you, but for the time being, it's best if you just stay with the girls.

BONUS

Sparda

How dare he, to create a crude re-imagining of his beloved child that he had then tortured for YEARS. Why, if he had the power to fly back down and to wring his neck himself... but alas, that wasn't possible anymore. It was oddly paralyzing having to look up at your creator's arch nemesis. His warden, essentially. You expected to be met with the end of his blade, to be demolished and scattered on the wind, but instead he crouched down to your level and searched your eyes. You were a devil, but even if you were possessed with the intent of causing harm upon him or anyone here, you would not be strong enough to do it. The legendary dark knight of eld chuckled softly before he reached up to pat your head and declare to the others that there was no need for concern. You, ever the devil, tried to correct his folly.

Not wanting to be undermined, you went to strike Sparda, he commended you on your audacious spirit(as misguided as it was.) The old man evaded your attack, and then evaded your follow up, only to adjust your arm. Your form was lacking, and it was simply adorable watching the way you seemed to get even more cross with him when you realized he didn't even see you as a threat. It was just as it was when you were in Hell. Mundus' remaining forces saw you as little more than disposable fodder, that you resembled Sparda's kin put you at a disadvantage already. Eventually you gave up trying to fight him directly, opting to catch him off guard in some other way.

The traps you set up kept him on his toes, and he feigned to get trapped in one just once to humor you. When he fell to the floor, playing dead, you ran over with the cutest smile on your face. Absolutely beaming before he caught you in a hug, laughing as he began to tickle your sides. Never having been tickled before, you assumed you were being subjected to a human torture method, and began screaming hysterically. After the first few screams left your lips, and attracted the attention of both Vergil and Dante running to the scene of the crime, they couldn't help but to sigh with relief when they saw it was just their dad and you goofing around.

"I thought you were being attacked for a moment... what is the meaning of this?", Vergil demanded.

"Good grief pops... had us going there for a second", Dante sighed as he watched Sparda lifting you into the air.

"Ohh I couldn't help it, I didn't mean to worry you boys!", he replied gleefully as he spun you around before settling you back on your feet.

You could not look anymore pissed off. The sight of your pout made Dante laugh before you went to go hide behind his brother's coat. If mom were here, no doubt you'd be telling on him to her. After a moment, Sparda's bending down to try and talk to you behind Vergil's back.

"I apologize, my dear... I didn't mean to upset you! But did you really think that that would do me in?", he can't help but to tease you.

"You'll rue this day, Sparda. I swear it!", you glowered as you turned your head away from him. It pulls a guffaw from him before he rises.

"Aww, don't be that way! What if I got you some ice cream? Have you had ice cream before?"

"If you're treating the kid, I want a strawberry sundae", Dante chimed in.

"... and I want chocolate", Vergil adds.

[blackened-angel]

Netflix Devil May Cry episode 1 review

Although it's the first episode, I've mentioned some stuff that happens in the other ones and I mention stuff from the games and other materials, so be careful of spoilers.

When I began watching the episodes, I kept a notepad open to write the stuff that I personally liked or disliked. Also, it's difficult not to compare to the source materials because after all, I'm not judging an original work, but you will see that I have criticized parts based on how they were presented.

Even without using the name DEVIL MAY CRY, to me it was a mediocre show because of its writing.

To be clear, if you liked the show, that's great, I'm only expressing my personal opinions as a longtime fan that was disappointed on how the series was treated. If you'd like to know more context about my disappointment, it stems from the producer of the adaptation that you can read about it here.

I would like to say that this is a pretty long post. I might not do the same for others but I hope that I can get some feedback.

First off, when the adaptation was released, there were people who said "Since when did Devil May Cry take place in America?".

DMC takes places in our world and in the first game at least, it took place in America. This information comes from the manuals of the first and second games.

The Vatican was also mentioned in the manuals. There are pieces of texts from "Demon World's History" that belonged to the forbidden library of the Vatican. I think that Fortuna in DMC4 took the place of that location.

-Ok, so, my problem is, and correct me if it was mentioned, but I don't recall if there was an explanation... How the heck did Force Edge end up in a museum? Later in the episode it seems that the scientist dude and Baines seemed like they didn't knew much about it? Baines asked Enzo about the sword and Enzo told the legend of Sparda and it's then that the scientist figured out the purpose of the amulet?

Like, I dunno, to me it sounds like even they, who should know that stuff, didn't knew that part from the legend?

So yeah...moving on.

The scene with the woman and her baby.

Okay, so it was a setup to lure Dante in order to get his amulet.

First, we see that a Plasma changes into that woman's baby and purposefully drops a rattle that gets carried by shadows into an alley.

I can only assume that some of the demons were nearby and saw the Plasma transform and where like "oh look, boss threw that thing this way, I think he wants us to lure that woman over here"...

The woman begged them to not hurt her child and one of the demons said "What daughter?".

I dunno, it's weird, like the Plasma could have just transformed into anyone, wait in the alley and scream for help while putting on a show with those other demons, since they seems to have been part of the setup for Dante.

Regarding her baby, she might be dead? When Plasma explained how its power works, it said that the person it copies has to be alive, but...alive just to copy them and then it can kill the person? Or would the appearance be lost if the subject dies? I didn't get how it works...The mother and baby appear in the last episode too, so...Is it the actual baby? Another Plasma? I'd say it's a plot-hole...

Another problem I had was how the scene after Dante rescues the woman. I think it was poorly executed...

She looked at Dante who was trying to break free from the Plasma. Like, if you saw a stranger acting like that near your baby, wouldn't you shout and try to get the person away from the kid right away? It seemed like she kept looking until Dante pointed the gun at the Plasma, that's when she went up to Dante. And she didn't see at all that her baby looked like a monster? Dante blocked her view that much?

A lady hitting him with a handbag managed to outrun him, the guy who was able to save people when a huge truck was crashing into a dinner and in the next episode he was dodging bullets...Like WTF?

-A rare occasion where I say something positive.

First I gotta say : fuck the quantum physics trope! I'm not a fan of Marvel/DC but I think that's where I heard it used the most.

Ugh, okay like I said, despite that, It is true that lesser demons can pass trough the portals, but they still need a medium in the human world such as the Marionettes in DMC1, but that doesn't apply in this setting because…demons were a branch of homo sapiens that adapted in the Demon…ahem, "Makai". That's the reason why they don't need mediums?

However, in this adaptation apparently the big demons go back to Makai after the seal that separated both worlds was put back...isn't it weird? I mean, if they went back because of that, Sparda should have stayed there too, right?

Isn't this another plothole? I mean, the issue with the portals that were mentioned is that they would only allow lesser demons to go through them. They went through them and even if the portals closed, they would remain in the human world, but the greater demons, after passing through a portal that was strong enough to let them pass through...they would get transported back to the demon world of that portal was closed?

Yeah...moving on.

The dinner scene. So, Dante was able to to rescue people while a truck was crashing into the place but he couldn't catch up with the woman from before?

Oh man, I mocked the way "Vergil" looks here but when the real one showed up at the end, I'd say that this "Vergil" looks better here. He actually looks similar to Dante, unlike the..giga chad in the last episode.

Also, how come the Plasma knew how he looked like? It sounds like he was mostly using his Nelo Angelo appearance, so how did the Plasma, who was a minion working for White Rabbit, knew how Vergil looked like?

-Lucia! She got captured so easily...The Protector of Dumary Island...

They probably haven't given her the ability to use her Devil Trigger because if she had done that, she wouldn't let herself get captured that easily. Since the last episode showed Arius, they probably wanted to have her transform if she fights him or something...

Also, how the heck did the goon squad find her?

Baines said 'find every demon hunter that you can", but DARKCOM didn't go after Dante. Like they had his adress because it was shown that he was in their database but they found Lucia randomly in the city? I'm only judging based on the episode provided me with...

Moving on to the scene where the scientist looks up Dante's records.

Also gotta say it's so weird that Dante let himself get arrested…I guess since he didn't think of himself as a demon,, he might be obeying the law to some extant?

Whatever, so let's look at the records.

Note that on that profile EC, meaning eye color, it says "blue" however, they are green and Vergil is the one with blue eyes :/

Uhm, was it actually important for the government to include that he makes jokes and that he refers to his missions with video game terms? I found that weird...It's like those things are meant for the audience even though we, the audience would see if he's like that.

Five plus years of combat experience against demons?

So, Dante has been taking demon-hunting jobs since he was a kid? He's supposed to be 18-19, but these records say that they don't know his age...Well, he was arrested before but that's something they either didn't ask him or Dante refused to say.

Again, his and Vergil's designs make them look as if they're much older.

Next up is the amulet…

When I saw this I was like "Is this some Steven Universe bullshit?" Like seriously? I recalled that Shankar was asked why the amulets had different colors like the ones from the reboot and this was the reason? Geez…I think they are exaggerating the idea that each brother must have everything with their signature color.

Also, I think it was redundant that Sparda's legend was mentioned twice and like Enzo was the one who brought up the sword and the amulet, while Mary didn't.

Like, there was that episode where one of the goons from her squad didn't even knew about Sparda, believing the others were talking about SPARTA the Ancient Greek city. Like shouldn't be common knowledge for DarkCom, but Mary had to give them a written report or something like that? So yeah, kind of weird that Enzo seemed to know more than even one of those members from the elite demon hunters...

groans

End of the episode I skipped the DDR part because I cannot stand flashing lights…

So yeah, this was the first episode. I might not do such a long post for others because I do not want to revisit them...

Let me know what you think!

[angels-will-scream-dmc-au]

How does the story change with Vergil and Dante swapped?

Is Vergil a little more laid-back, or is he still cold and serious? And by contrast, is Dante now cold and serious, or is he still laid-back?

Is Dante now Nero's father, or is it still Vergil? If it's still Vergil, is the Lady In Red more involved in their lives?

How do the events of DMC3 and DMC5 differ?

What does Vergil's dynamic with Trish and Lady look like?

Is Vergil mean to Patty or is he nice to her? (<- The most important question!)

wHOA, thank you for all the questions! I hope you enjoy the answers!

How does the story change with Vergil and Dante swapped?

I didn’t shake up a lot of the plot, at least for major stuff (Temen-Ni-Gru, Mundus, Argosax, Fortuna, etc.), but because of the differences in Vergil’s personality/way of thinking, some things are done differently. An example is his time on Fortuna, the first time; he’s probably not keeping his identity so far under wraps that it would be hard to connect the odd white-haired foreigner who showed up on the island nine months back to the sudden appearance of a white-haired baby on the steps of the orphanage. And given that Vergil Has No Tact when looking for information he feels entitled to, the scene in Deadly Fortune where he breaks into Sparda’s old bedroom while Sanctus is in there still happens, so Sanctus connects the father/son dots far, far earlier.

Is Vergil a little more laid-back, or is he still cold and serious? And by contrast, is Dante now cold and serious, or is he still laid-back?

Vergil’s not too different, aside from the fact that he has a social life now. More likely to show an emotion that’s not cold indifference. He has walls to break down, of course, but that comes with all the loss he's been through. Vergil also is not against killing humans still, he just doesn’t do it much because, 1) what’s the point, and 2) it’s unfortunately illegal. But if needed and deserved, he has no qualms.

Dante’s… well, if you’ve read Visions of V, take the little kid Dante you saw there, crank him up a bit, add trauma-induced mania, and hand him Rebellion. He really, really wants to play with his brother. He gains power, but only because getting stronger makes his inevitable fight with Vergil all the more interesting. If the fight’s not fun, what’s the point? After all, all he wanted was to play with his brother before everything went wrong.

Is Dante now Nero's father, or is it still Vergil? If it's still Vergil, is the Lady In Red more involved in their lives?

As I’m sure you gathered in the first answer, Vergil is still Nero’s father! 

His trip to Fortuna was less guided by a need for power, but a need for information on Sparda solely. From what I got in my (still unfinished) reading of Deadly Fortune, Dante, and probably also Vergil, didn’t know a lot about Sparda aside from “he was our father”, so in the years after he was orphaned, Vergil was probably trying to find all the information he could on their father. Vergil was fortunate enough to meet someone who would help him navigate Fortuna’s city and culture; a woman his age named Calla. She and Vergil grew close in the months he stayed in Fortuna, but as Vergil’s search for answers on his father dug deeper, he began to feel that his presence alone would put her in danger, as Sparda’s did Eva. So he departed, with a promise that he would return. He returned nine years later to the unfortunate news that Calla was no longer alive and didn’t stick around for much longer afterwards.

How do the events of DMC3 and DMC5 differ? 

DMC3 (or AWS1); goes about the same, aside from smaller details like Vergil doesn’t absolutely wreck his shop fighting demons. Dante raised the Temen-Ni-Gru for the sole purpose of a good fight with Vergil and everything else came secondary. Lady probably doesn’t find Vergil as annoying as she did Dante, but her disdain for demons hasn’t changed; she likely gets the ‘Lady’ name from Vergil sarcastically calling her “Milady/m’lady”, with a bow and everything. Of course, it ends with the brothers fighting on that waterfall in Hell, and Dante diving deeper down (also one must imagine Vergil with a rocket launcher). 

DMC5/AWS5; Event beats still mostly happen the same, but of course with changes that come with shifting Vergil and Dante like before.

A fun little fact is that Dante didn’t even realize that Nero may have been Vergil’s kid until he - or his human half, Tony, more accurately - saw photos of Nero in the Devil May Cry office, so he has a fun “oh fuck” moment. Tony also has Phantom in place of Nightmare, because I thought it’d be an interesting change-up. (One must imagine Tony riding on the back of a lava spider) 

You have never seen Vergil pissed until you’ve seen him post-Nero Loses His Arm. He almost blows off Tony entirely to look for Nero’s attacker (Dante) and Yamato until Tony name-drops Dante, in which Vergil gets more pissed off because Of Course, Who Else Would Steal Yamato And The Devil Bringer. He has Rebellion, so when he meets Dante’s demon half, who I still have not named, he’s semi-goaded into trading swords back, “just like old times”. Of course, he gets thrashed and put into a month-long coma (One must imagine Vergil with long hair. And a cool bike.)

Nero, while still gunning for revenge against Dante’s demon, is more on the “I need to get my dad back alive” route. Vergil naturally does not call his son a dead weight, but Tony does (“We have to go, you’ll just be dead weight to him, kid!”) and yes, he still holds that to heart, because Tony dragged him there in the first place and is now calling him basically worthless. Nero’s arc is mostly the same, overcoming the insecurities that came with failing to protect those he cared about, but with the added twist of lessening Vergil’s burden. They’re family after all; Vergil is Sparda’s legacy, and Nero is Vergil’s.

On an aside, I think it’d be fun if Nico and Vergil met before the events of 5. 

What does Vergil's dynamic with Trish and Lady look like? 

Lady is the only person Vergil has debt to. He learned the hard way, through her, that the Sparda Family Gambling Luck is hereditary (and later advises Nero to never gamble against her, lest he loses his soul). They’re good friends, thanks to the horrible bonding experience that was the Temen-Ni-Gru, and he didn’t even need Morrison to call her up about the Qliphoth, he did that all himself. Lady is on Vergil’s short list of people he’d trust Yamato to in the event of something happening to him until he gave it to Nero.

Like Dante in canon, Vergil was brought to Mallet Island by Trish. They have about the same relationship as devil-hunting partners, and Trish is also on the aforementioned Yamato Inheritance List. Vergil likes to be prepared.

With the two of them, though they do buy clothes on his dime like they do Dante, Vergil doesn’t really mind, even if he is miffed at first - “You can just ask instead of robbing me” - because his money also goes towards more indulgent things like books and old records when he can afford it, and he usually can.

Is Vergil mean to Patty or is he nice to her? (<- The most important question!)

Vergil is nice to Patty in his own Vergil way. I don’t see him acting too differently than Dante does in the series, but as mentioned above, Vergil doesn’t mind spending a little extra cash on Lady and Trish, so he won’t mind doing it for Patty. He might just pull the “Later I’m busy” excuse so he can read instead.

On an angst note, Vergil did wonder what it would have been like to have a family with Calla, and since he was unaware of Nero’s existence, he finds himself trying to raise Patty as he would have his own child. Patty’s legal residence is still the orphanage, but Vergil allows her to stay as long as she wants at the Devil May Cry and she even has her own room (still does by the events of 5). Patty also doesn’t have to worry about cleaning up the shop since Vergil keeps it clean himself. They really only butt heads over Patty not knowing how Vergil likes his books organized, her borrowing a book and forgetting it somewhere, or her moving Vergil’s current read and not telling him first. The man’s protective of his books.

[elena-fishr]

The Devil’s Thrill

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Silhouettes of gothic buildings cut into the city as the sun began to dip along the horizon. Dante found himself comfortable on one of the rooftops where he could get a nice view of things. He appeared relaxed, but his instinct was always active, always working, keeping him watchful and alert even when he didn't want to be. 

Fortuna was a strange place, a city more isolated from the outside world than Dante was. Lady captured his attention with it, a community that lives and serves a demon. It’s instinct that made Dante laugh at it. 

It wasn’t just the city that made this job strange, for a change Dante’s gaze wasn’t drawn to the demons lurking in the setting sun’s shadows, but to the ruthless violence a kid on the street was inflicting them with. 

He was something else, a spark of energy amidst the turmoil. Although Dante had only seen flashes of him battling demons, he could sense a strength in Nero that was reminiscent of his own-- undeniably fierce and yet strangely vulnerable. Every swing of his sword triggered a mix of pride and intrigue in Dante. Curiosity gnawed at him. It was the first thrill he’s felt in a while and he wasn’t going to let it pass him by. 

Dante’s eyes squeezed shut for a moment, feeling the power being exercised down below and wrestling with the implications of that power. The idea of having anymore family was never something he dared to consider. What more tragedy could his own blood suffer? 

Dante accepted his solitude, but the thought of not being alone anymore brought a shock of warmth to his heart. It made him feel whole in ways he hadnt anticipated. Yet that very thought was a double edged sword. He didn’t want to disrupt this kid’s life. He clearly had his own battles to fight, doing a damn fine job of clearing out the garbage on the street. 

Dante stood at ease on the rooftop, he didn't have to go down there and introduce himself, but it wouldn't hurt if he just stayed and watched for a little bit.

While observing the kid a smile spread on Dante’s face. That power and that energy brought him a sort of peace only a devil would know. “You know, watching isn't the same as helping, Dante. Are you planning on sitting on your ass all day?” A familiar voice broke through his concentration. 

Dante turned slightly to greet Lady, her arms laid crossed against her chest and she had a teasing smile, a cruel one that said if you don't do anything soon you're not gonna get paid. Dante has seen that one before. Lady loved to be considered a businesswoman. 

“Planning? I don’t remember the last time I planned anything.” He turned back to see the kid move onto the next hoard. These demons were ugly, puppet-like creatures with blades for limbs. Dante remembers when he fought loads of puppets…. They were annoying and now they’re someone else’s problem. Ha.

Lady let out a large sigh but Dante could feel her step closer. Together they watched the young man whip around the street. He had the agility and the strength to deal with a hoard ten times bigger, Dante was sure. The kid was impressing him. Dante thumbed over the ledge, “Why should we step in, kid’s got it under control.”

“I doubt that kid is the one collecting devil arms. We’re looking into the church, remember?” 

Dante nodded. “Yeah, I know.” The church was somthing he didnt want to get to. Dante jabbed Lady with his elbow. “You gotta admit he’s pretty good.” Aside from him not noticing Dante watching him. The kid really should’ve sensed him by now. 

“Yeah, like a crazy mix of recklessness and stubbornness. Kinda like someone I know.” Lady looked over to Dante, her eyes accusing and then softening. A thick silence hung between them, a bit of understanding, a bit of apprehension to say out loud what they both thought.

Lady’s hand went up to rest on Dante’s shoulder, “Are you gonna go down there and introduce yourself? Maybe even make yourself useful?” 

The idea hung in the air, as absurd as it was enticing. “Not quite what I had in mind,” Dante replied. The smile from before returning to him. “I’m gonna keep an eye on him. See how strong he is, measure what he can handle.” 

Lady’s hand gave one firm, reassuring squeeze to his shoulder. “Don’t be afraid to pitch in.” 

Dante scoffed. “Afraid?” He was excited. The thrum of powerful demon energy aided in the feeling. “I’m just hoping I don’t get in the way!” 

Lady adjusted the strap of her beloved Kalina Ann before peering down the building’s ledge to get a better look at the fighting. “Well look at him go, and with one arm in a sling. He’s nearly made it to the end of the block. You’re gonna have to move soon if you wanna keep stalking.” Lady straightened up and tugged on Dante’s new red leather coat. “Take care of that kid.” 

It was strange how she understood, being that she’s human and everything. Dante kept Lady close for a reason. She’s smarter than she lets on and Dante figured that she laid out the job very purposefully.

A piece of him was walking around, the blood of Sparda, and if he dared to say, his family. He was never afraid of family, it was just the losing them part that tore away at him.

He felt Lady step away. “I’m gonna check in on Trish. I’m sure she’s knee deep in her own demon horde. This city's a mess!” 

Dante waved her off. Lady was pretty good at putting on a ‘business comes first’ front, but she’s always the one checking in on everyone. Humans. 

Using Kalina Ann’s grapple, she propelled herself across buildings to cover as much ground as possible to get to where Trish supposedly was. 

Dante’s attention never fully left the Fortuna kid, though. That was his blood fighting out there. This city may worship Sparda, but they had no idea what he stood for if they’re opening up all of these hell gates. 

Dante tricked to the next building in an effortless movement. His smile was unfaltering watching the kid. Yeah, it had been years since he’d felt like this.