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hornedstorys · 7 months

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Ride it - Urizen x Reader/ Devil may cry - part 2 - nsfw

Description: Things get more intense between you and Urizen/Vergil, but Dante always manages to ruin everything.

Warnings: nsfw, 18+, sex with a demon, size difference, mating season

Note: It's a random story. I haven't watched a DMC Lets Play in a long time, so I'm not up to date. The story is written in freestyle, so it can differ significantly from the original story. I hope you still enjoy reading!

You woke up and rubbed your eyes. At first you didn't notice where you were, but the next moment you remembered and opened your eyes and pressed yourself against the stone. You noticed how stiff your neck was and your gaze fell on the Demon King. He had his cheek resting on his claw and was watching you with interest.

The way he looked at you made you nervous and you pressed your legs together. Of course the demon noticed your behavior and the corners of his mouth turned up in amusement. A demon that has found its potential partner automatically releases pheromones that attract the partner and it doesn't matter what or who the partner is. Be it demon or human. But of course you didn't know anything about it and Dante, Nero and V hadn't told you about it either.

Your excitement grew and you didn't know what to do. He could probably smell it since his nose was a lot better than yours and it only embarrassed you more. But you didn't want to give in, but suddenly you remembered that you still had something specific with you. A knife that you took with you as a precaution. The only question was whether it would help you. After all, you were dealing with a demon and a powerful one at that.

You stood up and stared directly into Urizen's pupils. His otherwise narrow slits were widened and only now did you notice the thick shaft leaning against his muscular stomach. You swallowed. It was at least as big as your forearm, if not much bigger. You swallowed.

“It’s rude to stare,” his deep, gravelly voice snapped you out of your trance.

“Apparently you don’t have anything against me, the way I see it,” you whisper, still looking him straight in the eyes. His mouth opened slightly, but he couldn't form any words at first. He just stared openly and interestedly at you as you took a seat on his lap.

He was reluctant to admit it, but his demonic heart beat faster as your hands touched his legs and his hard cock twitched. The fire inside him bubbled and his paw grabbed your ass. You sucked in a sharp breath and stared at him with wide eyes.

You could feel yourself getting wet and you unconsciously moved against his thigh. He hissed when he could smell how wet you were.

"The offer, my king. I think we should talk about it again," you breathed, your mind becoming more and more foggy. It was like someone had poisoned you with a love potion.

Of course you had been careful not to meet any of his eyes. Urizen had already closed it, which was honestly more pleasant for you because you somehow felt like you were being watched too much.

You continued to ride his thigh and you felt your cheeks heating up too. The Demon King looked at you in admiration. He didn't want to hurt you, but he had a hard time holding back his dark side.

The next moment he grabbed you and ripped your clothes off. You felt dizzy with embarrassment, but what should you be ashamed of? After all, Vergil was a huge demon who may not have been particularly attractive to many people. Rather intimidating.

He gasped as he felt his bare, warm skin against his smooth, cold demon skin. He had placed you back on his thigh, but your attention was focused on something completely different.

His hard demon cock twitched further up his stomach and drops of pleasure had collected on his tip. You looked at it fascinatingly. It was ribbed and a lighter shade of blue, except for the thick tip. It was purple-blue and a thick vein ran from one end of the shaft to the other.

You wanted to feel him so much. But you knew he was too big to take, way too big.

Urizen saw your gaze and his pupils dilated even more.

“Ride him,” he growls and doesn’t accept any argument. You looked at him with wide eyes. But you obeyed and climbed further up his lap.

The demon leaned back a little further and watched you with an intense gaze.

You carefully sat down on his shaft. This was the only way you could ride him; anything else would have been impossible at this size. You started dragging your wet lips over his shaft and Urizen gasped sharply and growled.

“Good human, keep going,” you listened to him and continued riding him. You were so wet that you just slid over it and the friction on your clit was just too good.

A moan escaped your mouth but you didn't care. You were too caught up in your bliss that you didn't even notice demonic eyes roaming over your body. A clawed finger brushed over your pebbly nipples, making you twitch.

“Oh,” you moaned as his claw pleasured your clit. He was careful not to hurt you with his claws. You squirmed, his cock twitching beneath you.

"Aah… I want you inside me… please," you pleaded, your lust-filled eyes meeting the Demon King's. He hesitated for a moment, then something occurred to him and he closed his eyes. You stopped moving and stared at him curiously. Suddenly the large thighs shrank and gradually Urizen became smaller. But he still remained taller than a human, he was still a good two meters tall, if not a bit taller. You were amazed that he could change his size.

"I warned you, dove. Once I start… I won't be able to hold back. I'm not good with virgins," he growled and you looked at him provocatively.

"Maybe I'm not a virgin anymore, Vergil," you emphasized his name and you felt the demon tremble beneath you. His claws clenched into fists. You had made him jealous. He could always smell it when a man had his hands on you. Although they had always been your boyfriends, Vergil had still been jealous every time he could smell them. Just the way you said his name drove him crazy.

He grabbed you and pulled you off the throne with him. You gasped as he laid down on the cold ground of the demon world, staring down at you from above.

“I’m going to mark you so much even a human man can smell it, Y/n,” he growled. He grabbed your legs and almost ripped them apart, you gasped and watched as his huge shadow draped over your small form.

His cock pressing slid along your wet sex, making you exhale deeply. Then he pushed into you slowly but greedily and you tilted your head back and rolled your eyes. He stretched so well it hurt, but at the same time it felt so damn hot and good.

You spread your legs even further so he could be even closer to you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and Urizen also pulled you closer to him. Your eyes met and you both panted heavily. He thrust into you so hard that your vision went black and the air came out of your mouth in ragged gasps.

Your fingers dug into his shoulders as his thighs slapped against yours. The animalistic sounds the demon made drove you even more crazy. Suddenly it came over you and you pressed your lips to his. For a brief moment the world seemed to stand still and the demon's eyes widened.

He wasn't used to this physical closeness. It had been so long since his last kiss as a half-demon that he had forgotten what it felt like. But he got involved and the next moment he became greedier.

He pushed his big tongue into your mouth and you moaned. He explored every inch and you slowly ran out of breath. Then he suddenly pulled away and started licking along your jaw, down to your neck. You could feel the sharp canine teeth and it made you shudder.

He could easily kill himself if he wanted to. But he didn't want to and he couldn't either. He wanted to have you all to himself, he wanted to fuck himself every night until you couldn't walk anymore and mark you every time.

Suddenly he pulled away from you and let his still hard cock slip out of you. A bright ring of your juices had formed around his shaft and your scent was in the air.

"Turn around. Get on all fours," he growled and you obeyed. You presented your ass to him and he ran his claws along your hips. You sucked in a sharp breath as his tongue passed through your wet lips, stretching you even further towards him. He growled excitedly.

He licked you like your juices were his ambrosia and he couldn't have enough of them. His claws dug into your skin and you hissed, partly in pleasure and partly in pain. Pityingly, he pulled away from you and pushed your upper body down. You read it happening to you and wait for his next move.

You could clearly feel his hardness against your sex and your heart was beating so hard against your chest that you felt dizzy. You just had sex with a demon and he wasn't just a demon, no, it was Vergil's full demon form that just made you his and you almost felt pride in your chest.

He penetrated you deeply and you groaned. It surprised you, but the next moment you squeezed tightly around him as he stretched you again. He panted, leaning over your small form. His hips slapped your ass gently at first, but soon he increased the speed and fucked you without mercy.

Your body burned and heat rose to your face. Your skin shimmered in the light of the demon world as a layer of sweat covered it.

“That’s it, you’re doing so well,” Urizen growled, but you didn’t manage to say anything. You were too dizzy and it felt way too good.

Suddenly he rubbed his claw against your clitoris, making your body tremble even more. Your moans became louder and you could feel yourself getting closer. Vergil's strokes also became sloppy and the next moment, you were moaning and clenching around him and pumping him. Immediately afterwards Urizen came and his claws dug deeper into your skin again.

He pulled out of you and you could feel his seed running down your legs. You jumped in shock as his tongue licked over the spots and cleaned you. It made you blush, it was a very intimate gesture and you didn't expect him to do something like that for you.

“Everyone will now be able to smell who you belong to,” he growled, pulling you to your shaky legs. Your eyes got bigger. He still didn't mind that you smelled like him? Urizen noticed your look, his brow furrowing.

"You're mine now, Y/n. A demon-human pairing is forever," he explained and you tried to replay the words in your head. But before you could say anything, Dante suddenly appeared out of nowhere and attacked his brother.

Out of nowhere someone grabbed your arm and pulled you out of the fight, it was V. He put a blanket around you because you were still naked and the embarrassment rose in you, but V's look was friendly and neutral always. He didn't judge you.

“You didn’t stick to the plan, Y/n, but I see you had fun,” Dante teased, looking you up and down as he landed near you every now and then. Urizen growled and tried to hit Dante, but in the end Dante won and you watched in dismay as he struck down his brother.

But then something strange happened. V walked over to the Demon King, who was lying exhausted on the ground, and climbed onto his chest. He mumbled something about he had lost him and Urizen had lost V. Everything happened so quickly and the next moment he stabbed the demon with his stick.

Everyone watched in panic as a bright light shot into the sky and you closed your eyes. When you opened it again after a few seconds you froze.

There he stood, in his full form and with his Yamato in his hand.

"What is that?" Nero asked and Dante didn't look very pleased.

“Vergil,” you breathed, and the silver-haired man’s head turned in your direction. Your eyes met and suddenly your vision went black.

#x reader #vergil x reader #devil may cry

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s10127470 · 3 months

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Video Game Idea: Marvel vs. Capcom 4: Heroes Return

Hey! Marvel vs. Capcom is popular again! And it's all thanks to the recent account of Marvel vs. Capcom: Fighting Collection, a compilation pack of all the arcade MvC games and Marvel arcade games Capcom produced that's being released later this year.

This has gotten many people excited for three reasons...

This is the first time we've heard anything new about the Marvel vs. Capcom series in almost a decade!

This is the first time the games have been complied together

This possibly means that the Marvel vs. Capcom may actually be returning for a new installment in the near future

And this led many people to speculate and give ideas on what a Marvel vs. Capcom 4 would be like.

And since I like coming up with game ideas, I figured I'd hop on the train.

So sit back, relax, and join me while I take you on a train through my idea for the game....

Marvel vs. Capcom 4: Heroes Return!

(This is gonna be a short one, so bare with me)

Gameplay-wise, Heroes Return would essentially follow the same mechanics as Fate of Two Worlds, from the combat system to even bringing back being able to switch between three characters.

The new gameplay addition would the modified Team Combos.

Here, either two or three of your team can perform a Hyper Combo.

And it would be accompanied by actual names for the Combos, and a cool ass cinematic!

For the look of this game, it would bring back the cel-shaded look of Fate of Two Worlds, but obviously a little more polished with the advanced technology of today’s consoles.

Now we come to undoubtedly the most important part of the game: the roster.

Heroes Return would feature the biggest roster seen in the series by far, with a total of 100 characters (with there being 50 characters evenly for both brands).

And those 50 characters on both sides would be split evenly into two groups: Heroes and Villains.

Let’s start off with Capcom, since they deserve to go first after the bullshit they went through with the last game.

On the Heroes side, returning from the previous games we have….

.Ryu

.Chun Li

.Mega Man

.Viewtiful Joe

.Phoenix Wright

.Dante

.Amaterasu

.Strider Hiryu

.Arthur

.Morrigan

.Monster Hunter

.Captain Commando

.Jin Saotome

.Frank West

As for the new Heroes, we have….

.Leon Kennedy

.Claire Redfield

.Luke

.Kimberly

.Victor von Gerdenheim

.Apollo Justice

.Lady

.Regina

.Masamune Date

.Sissel and Lynne

As for our Villains, the returning baddies would include….

.M. Bison

.Wesker

.Vergil

.Sigma

For the new Villains, we’ll be getting….

.Juri

.Vega

.Dr. Wily

.Manfred von Karma

.Grandmaster Meio

.Strider Hien

.Alastor

.Demitri Maximoff

.Lord Raptor

.Fatalis

.Scumocide

.Nemesis

.Alcina Dimitrescu

.Carlito Keyes

.Tyrone King

.Cyclops (Tyrannosaurus)

.Nobunaga Oda

.Hideyoshi Toyotomi

.Yami

.Astaroth

.Commander Sith

Now we come to the Marvel side of the roster.

On the Heroes side, our returning faces would consist of….

.Spider-Man

.Wolverine

.The Hulk

.Captain America

.Iron Man

.Thor

.Venom

.Cyclops

.Storm

.Psylocke

.Colossus

.Iceman

.Doctor Strange

.Iron Fist

.Deadpool

As for our new Heroes, we have….

.Nightcrawler

.Mr. Fantastic

.The Invisible Woman

.The Human Torch

.The Thing

.Ant-Man

.Wasp

.Daredevil

.Elektra

.Luke Cage

As for the Villains, the returning baddies include….

.Doctor Doom

.Magneto

.Sabretooth

.The Juggernaut

.Dormammu

.M.O.D.O.K.

.Ultron

In terms of new Villains, we have….

.The Green Goblin

.Doctor Octopus

.Carnage

.The Abomination

.Red Skull

.Baron Zemo

.The Mandarin

.Loki

.Enchantress

.Mystique

.Pyro

.Toad

.Baron Mordo

.Steel Serpent

.Diamondback

.Annihilus

.The Kingpin

.Bullseye

As for the stages, this game features total of 30: with 15 representing Marvel, while the other 15 represents Capcom.

On the Capcom side, we have….

.Genbu Temple

.Castle Wily

.Movie Land

.Courtroom

.The Demon World

.Kamiki Village

.Kazakh City

.The Ghost Town

.Zeltzereich Castle

.Metro City

.Space Fleet

.Fortune City

.Castle Dimitrescu

.Ibis Island

.Odawara Castle

As for the Marvel side, we have....

.The Daily Bugle

.The Weapon X Facility

.The Gamma Base

.HYDRA Island

.The Valley of Spirits

.Asgard

.The Danger Room

.The Sanctum Sanctorum

.Harlem

.The Baxter Building

.Asteroid M

.Shadowland

.The Negative Zone

.Jotunheim

.Latveria

And finally, this game would actually have a Story Mode! Being the first in the franchise to do so.

The first of actual worth....

Anyway, the story is pretty simple. It's essentially like Marvel Ultimate Alliance, except with Capcom thrown into the mix.

Essentially, an alliance between various Capcom and Marvel villains have been formed, led by M. Bison and Doctor Doom, who plan on using their combined skills and abilities to conquer the world and further their respective goals.

Luckily, this manages to catch the attention of Dr. Light and Nick Fury, who decide to retaliate by forming their own alliance of heroes to fight against them.

Once again, really simple story, but what will really make it engaging are the world-building and characters iterations.

The world of Marvel vs. Capcom has always been interesting to think about, since it appears to be a world where the Marvel and Capcom characters co-exists with each other.

But we've never really been given an in-depth look on what the world is like or how it works.

From what it seems like, the two brands have always shared this world.

And if that's the case, it would be cool to see how the corners of Marvel and Capcom connect to each other.

Or maybe this could like Battleworld from the Secret Wars event, where their world is the result of the Capcom worlds and the Marvel Universe being merged into one huge world!

As for the characters iterations, I can see so many between the Marvel and Capcom characters.

Some of the ones I can think of the top of my head include....

-Cyclops and Ryu being friendly rivals akin to the latter and Ken. Well, before Ken....ya know, fell off.

-Spider-Man and Morrigan being total besties and often throwing quips together while in battle.

-M.O.D.O.K. and Dr. Wily getting into constant arguments and trying to prove whose the better genius.

-Toad constantly simping for Juri, who as you would expect, isn't having any of it.

-Iron Man being a big brother figure to Mega Man.

-Hulk being an absolute dog person around Amaterasu.

-Deadpool constantly hitting on Chun Li, complimenting her thick legs, only to get his ass kicked every time.

-Magneto and Vergil bonding over their "I'm better than you" personalities, usually talking trash about their fellow villains behind their backs.

-Venom being Claire's big buddy and always telling her to...

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Well that's all I have for now!

Let me know what you guys think about idea of mine's.

But most of all, let me know what you all think about the roster, since I believe that's the most important part of any Marvel vs. Capcom.

When making it, I wanted to make sure that both sides were perfectly even.

And for the Marvel side of things, I wanted to include faces from all over their universe rather than just utilizing the ones who are the big names in the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

And addition to that, there will be no MCU SYNERGY at all in this game.

Because we all know how much it helped the last game....

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monstermayi · 2 years

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Royal Treatment

Pairing(s): Urizen (DMC5) x Fem!Reader

Content: NSFW, Rape, Tentacles, Light Dom/sub, Size Difference, Exophilia, Overstimulation

Wordcount: 2,741

Disclaimer!: The tags above are there for a reason because this fic contains content that may be triggering to some. By reading this fic you are knowingly consenting to exposing yourself to said content, and I am therefore not responsible for any triggering that may occur. So don’t @ me.

Beyond that, enjoy!

You lost, that much was clear.

You lost brutally, painfully. Unbelievably. Your last memories were of Trish and Lady being wrapped in slithering tentacles to be dragged off who knows where, just as you were, and witnessing Dante lose. Dante. Losing. To that thing.

You’d bugged Dante enough before even entering the giant demon plant about why this demon was so important, as the mysterious V had put it, and he relented enough to tell you it had something to do with his long lost brother, Vergil. You’d never met the man himself, didn’t much care to, but the fact that the once thought dead twin brother of Dante was possibly involved... That complicated things; family always complicates things, but you trusted Dante enough to do what he must to end things before they got worse.

Until they did.

Even now, after who knows how long, your dreams had been filled with nothing but that final scene in the demonic throne room, seeing you all fail so horribly. Nero’s screams still filled your ears, the sound of Dante’s sword Rebellion shattering as Urizen sent him flying. The demon, Urizen. That was his name. Not what you had expected when you first saw him, and while you, Trish and Lady fought while waiting for Dante to catch up, it became clear he wasn’t some ordinary demon. You didn’t know what to make of him. All you knew was that he was impossibly strong, swatting the three of you away like flys without even rising from his seat.

Now, though, consciousness had begun to creep into your mind, making you aware of the aches and bruises you no doubt had, all the cuts and scrapes you’d sustained in your pitiful fight. Opening your eyes and shifting around, you could see you were still in the throne room, in a reclined position from... the throne itself? Wha..?

Then you noticed the large hand resting on your abdomen, so large it practically covered you like a blanket, and whipped your head up to blink stupidly at the upside down face of the demon king staring back down at you. Immediately you began to struggle, to which the demon only laughed, having little issue gripping you in place as you tried in vain to escape.

“It wakes, finally.” Urizen’s voice boomed from above you as he wrapped his fingers around you more and lifted you up to his face, turning you this way and that, as though appraising you. It occurred to you that you are completely naked, but with the way he had you gripped in his hand you could not do anything about it.

“Such... a pitiful piece of flesh. So easily subdued and played with. Yet you continue to fight, like a cornered rat.” The demon laughed again, tilting you in his palm and rubbing his large thumb up and down your side that he can reach, circles that are light enough you could say they tickled you if you were not trying to stop it. He seemed to enjoy caressing your sensitive breast and hip, ignoring your one free arm trying to pry his fingers off. “You are no doubt wondering why you still live. It is for the simple reason that I find you... amusing, such as you are. I will need a source of entertainment as I wait for my ascension, and every king needs a few toys to play with. You will be my pet, little human, a position most coveted.”

Tentacle-like vines started to slither from out of nowhere, wrapping around your limbs and removing you from his palm to hang you in front of him. No matter how you twisted your body you could not break free from their hold, hands now bound together above you while others circled your waist, wrapped around your thighs and forcefully parted them. The hand that held you was now freely exploring your body, lightly stroking and circling everywhere with its fingertips. Occasionally its claw would drag against you, not enough to draw blood but it did leave marks, which you were certain Urizen enjoyed since he watched with such intensity.

He enjoyed your bitten off mewls, watching you try to suppress your reactions. Your breasts, particularly your nipples, were sensitive and turning red from the constant attention, and he continued to rub and tease over them until you subconsciously began to rock your hips. Eventually a finger made its way between your legs, and began rubbing back and forth over your soaked slit. If you thought keeping quiet was hard now, this was damn near impossible. The pressure and friction were perfect, and the glide aided by your wetness made you want to scream every time he moved over your clit. That particular area was played with the most, gaining speed till you were on the verge of an orgasm, toes curling in an effort to keep it at bay. You were not about to cum from what this monster was doing to you, you absolutely would fucking not-!

“As amusing as your defiance has been, I grow tired of it. Let go of this pitiful fight and cum for me. Your king demands it.” Urizen growled. You stuttered out a fuck you and he chuckled, finger pressing harder against you until you gasped.

“I. Said. Cum.” He demanded, and this time you couldn’t help the scream that tore out of you as your orgasm finally released. Jerking in your bonds, all you could do was take the pleasure as he continued to rub you through your high, your clit pulsing through every wave of it. He didn’t stop, forcing you over the edge again with a laugh. Once he removed the finger you sagged, panting and shivering. You practically flinched when he started speaking again.

“Hmm, that was most entertaining. How easily you break at the slightest motions, mortal.” He moved slightly and the tentacles holding you moved forward, closer to his face. “Your smell is sweet. I wonder... just how sweet you really are.”

His tongue flicked out and lapped at your oversensitive pussy, licking up from bottom to top, heedless of your squeal. He growled again and continued, lazily licking over your slit like a treat. Occasionally he would lift his hand to play with your body again, tugging at your hair and pinching your breasts, careful not to rip or crush anything. You could feel another orgasm forming and moaned, too sensitive to take anymore but powerless to stop it. He seemed to sense this and licked with more enthusiasm, drinking in your screams as you released on his tongue, orgasming hard.

Urizen removed his tongue and grinned at you, or you assumed it was a grin. The root like tentacles that covered his face and body obscured most of his features, save for one glowing eye and his mouth, which was mostly just dagger sharp teeth. He maneuvered you to his thigh, larger than your torso, and made you to lay down on your stomach facing away from him. You knew there was no hiding from him, exposed as you were, but at this point there was very little you could do to stop him, your body exhausted and weak. All you could manage was to turn your head enough to watch him as he manhandled you into a position he liked. Gently, as though he actually cared that you were at your limit, he used the vines to lift your hips up and expose everything to him. He lifted a hand and began running his fingers over your swollen pussy, listening to your whimpers and weak pleas to stop, that it was too much. Those fingers trailed over your ass, down and back up your thighs, over your back.

“One more game, my pet. Then I will give you the rest you require.” His rumbling voice spoke, and you could feel it vibrate throughout his body and into yours.

Those tentacle vines that held your hips and thighs pulled you up higher, until only your chest was down and your ass was high in the air. You felt a probing around your entrance, and your eyes widened. Before your could protest or attempt to break free, the long shaft of something behind you thrust inside, easily sliding inside your dripping center and hitting against a spot that made you cry out. There was no preamble, the tentacle (and you were sure that’s what it was) quickly thrusting back and forth within you at a fast yet steady pace. Always it hit that spot, that toe curling, mind numbing spot, that made your mouth open in a silent scream as drool dripped down your chin. The tentacle would twist around every now and then as if to remind you it could, and your body would shake in pleasure at the sensation.

All the while Urizen was petting you, almost soothing rubs up and down your back and thighs, like he was absentmindedly petting a cat. Every now and then he would pause his petting to stretch apart your ass, watching the tentacle continuously fuck into you, then he would resume with a pleased hum.

Despite your exhausted state, and the soreness you could feel in your bones, an orgasm was brewing deep with in you. It was the kind of orgasm that started low in your center and grew in intensity, tingling in your clit, your entrance, the whole of you. That damn spot inside of you was the culprit, and you feared what would happen if he started playing with your over sensitive clit again. As if reading your thoughts, another smaller tentacle crept up your thigh, twisting its way up to hover over the top of your pussy. It stayed there a few moments, waiting until you were sure it wouldn’t move, then striking out.

The thin vine-like tentacle circled your throbbing clit and wrapped itself around it, like a snake coiling around its prey. Immediately pleasure, hot and aching, shot through you as it massaged up and down your clit, rubbing the sides and tip of it like you had never felt before. The orgasm that was building in you shot to the edge of releasing, and with a scream that tore your throat to shreds, it ripped through you. Agonizing waves of pleasure washed over you, over and over, fueled by the tentacles still fucking into you, still playing cruelly with your clit. You could distantly recognize the vibrations of Urizen chuckling under you, but they were quickly lost to the ocean of sensation you were in. Even as the orgasm finally abated, still he kept up the torturous movements of the tentacles. You were clawing at his thigh at this point, trying to get away, trying to do anything to stop the feeling, but you were much too weak. Even at your strongest, you doubted you could have stopped him.

Another orgasm built and released, built and released, built and released, with no stopping point. It had to have been hours that passed, though you had no way of knowing.

The thing around your clit was the worst of it. It tortured your poor clit, brushing over and around it again and again, until your teeth threatened to shatter from how hard you were gritting them. After a time it changed tactics, instead slipping over your clit in a way that tickled, like a feather dancing ever so lightly, but had you screaming every plea and promise you could think of just to make him stop. The orgasms that came from that alone, no words could describe.

You passed out some time after that, though every moment it took for that peace to finally arrive was agony. When you woke, you found yourself in a new area. Though you had no idea where you could have been now in relation to the throne room, it looked like a bedroom of some kind. There was a bed, or rather a nest, of vines that you laid in the center of, filled with what looked like scavenged pillows and blankets. Every now and then, you would catch a tentacle twitch within the folds of blankets, telling you that you weren’t really alone.

You expected your body to be sore considering the hell you went through after getting beat, but you weren’t. Even in your pussy you had expected some discomfort, but there was none. It appeared the demon had healed you somehow. You shuddered to think of having to go through that ordeal again, so quick and quietly as you could, you extracted yourself from the nest and tiptoed your way to search for an exit of some sort.

The room you were in was made of the same vines that made up the throne room, but it was windowless, and from what you discovered, doorless as well. The entire circle of the room was closed off, with light coming from somewhere above you, but even if you could climb the walls enough to reach it, the risk of falling would certainly kill you. Panic set in, realizing you were trapped until the demon king came to collect you.

And speak of the devil…

Purple tentacles, of which you had been unaware were approaching, snagged your legs. Unceremoniously you were knocked to the floor and dragged back to the nest, where more of the purple fleshy vines waited. They wrapped around your body and limbs, ensuring you were not going anywhere despite your protests. No sooner were you restrained did you hear the sound of something behind you opening up, the rumble shaking the room. You couldn’t see, but you knew it was him. The stomp of his footsteps and his breathing came closer as the same rumble occurred again. His large face appeared in your field of vision, upside down, mirroring how you first came to be in this predicament. You tried to look defiant, but the shaking in your still bare body was evident.

Slowly, the demon Urizen leaned down, his eyes flicking over your body, like he was checking something. Seemingly satisfied, he then nuzzled into your neck and shoulder, a grumbling emanating from his chest. Was… was he purring?! While the purring or whatever he was doing distracted you, the demon drug his fingers down your body, rubbing over your nipples and tickling at the sensitive skin near your stomach and groin. He slid them between your legs, which tightened in their bonds but were otherwise restrained. As he began licking at your neck lazily, the finger rubbed gently at your clit, making you clamp your jaw on a moan. The gentleness with which he was using on you surprised you the most, considering how ruthless he had been before. And with the healing you had received, your pussy was more than willing to cooperate, becoming slick and wanting in no time.

“Good pet, good.” He cooed, nudging against you, “Give me everything…”

He built you to an orgasm quickly, edging you once, twice, before leaning further and licking at your clit to finish you off, your hips bucking and twitching as you came.

“There… See? I can be merciful.” Urizen spoke, the deep grumble of his voice spooking you after the silence, “Still, I see that stubbornness. No matter. I will prove to you how pleasing it can be to submit.”

The demon stood, and walked around to the front of you, then kneeling onto the nest. He grabbed your legs and tugged you forward, till you were flush with his crotch. There was movement there you didn’t expect, and when you angled your head down to see, horror dawned on you.

The hardened vines that completely covered his groin began to shrink away, revealing a seam. That seam then began opening up, showcasing a large purpled cock that smacked onto your stomach. It was hard, and leaking from what you could see, and when you could not tear your eyes away Urizen seemed to preen. His abdomen flexed and the cock jumped, slapping again against your skin a second time. Despite yourself, you felt your entrance clench while your stomach flipped, fear and arousal spinning in your head.

“Don’t be afraid, little pet.” The demon king rubbed your stomach affectionately as he situated himself, taking hold of his monster of a cock and rubbing it teasingly against your hole.

“I take good care of my toys.”

#y’all should know I’m severely influenced by dmc and fucking vergil in any capacity #so I decided to write this because I’ve been going through shit #and this is how i cope #exophilia #urizen #Urizen dmc5 #dmc5 #come get yall juice #may be triggering #warning #vergil dmc #teratophillia #my writing

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Dante, Vergil, V and Nero quick Halloween Scenarios - Vergil Version

Guess who has a not-so-quick-scenario as well? Of course, the other brother. But it's just this part, I promise.

(I know I'm late on my Halloween posts, but my health isn't cooperating with my writing T-T)

Pairing: Vergil x Reader

Summary: Vergil wasn't the easiest of people to convince to have fun - but a masquerade ball at the city's Opéra during Halloween might change that. Even if demons decide to pay a visit.

Author's Notes: I had no idea where I wanted to go with this, I just wanted Vergil in a masquerade ball. And secret gardens. Waltzing under the moonlight.

I'm also adopting throwing him into soft/fun situations 'cause I want to see the man smile. Just like I do to Dante. I regret nothing.

The very concept of having fun on Halloween was baffling to Vergil.

It was a time when demons would wreak havoc in the human world, precisely because of its powers in all realms. The veil between worlds was the thinnest during that time of the year, perfect for rituals of any kind. Vergil always saw Halloween as a very important date to work his own spirit to achieve more power – not to “prance around in the streets like a mindless buffoon”.

Yes, you had heard him saying that before. Hearing Vergil talking like that always created a memory impossible to forget.

As you opened the doors of the Devil May Cry that night, you were taken aback by not finding Dante sitting on his chair as per usual – it was Vergil who used it, like a vampire king would remain on his throne, only lifting his eyes as the doors opened.

“Now that is something I don’t always see.” You had a smile playing on your lips, making your lover mirror your expression.

“It is something to be found only once a year. You should cherish it.” Vergil closed his book, leaning back on the chair while his silvery eyes kept focused on you. “Shall I treat you like a client or like my lover?”

“As much as I know you like working on Halloween nights, I’m here only as your humble significant other, my dear.” As soon as you approached him, you sat on the desk – much like Trish would do every time she was talking to Dante. Observing you, Vergil could appreciate that situation from time to time. “Your lover with a mission, so to speak.”

“Ah. You wish to take me to Nero’s Halloween party at the Orphanage, right? He is already aware I am not going.” Vergil gave you a witty look as he leaned on the table, still carefully watching your form. “We came to a mutual agreement it is better I stay away from the children during the ‘scariest night of the year’. If any demons attack and I trigger, they might be more scared with me than the demons themselves.”

“Well, they wouldn’t be wrong. I fear anyone powerful enough to carry the title of King of Hell.” You seemed nonchalant about it, but Vergil couldn’t stop a devilish smile to arise on his lips. He wasn’t too proud of the ‘King of Hell’ ordeal, but the way you spoke, made him feel like you had a frightful admiration of his power – and Vergil wouldn’t admit, but he loved it. “It isn’t this party, though. Kyrie invited the whole crew to a ‘Masquerade Haunted Ball’ that will take place at the Opéra tonight – adults only, starting late at night, when all children are resting in the arms of Morpheus.”

“And why haven’t I heard of that before?” Of course. Vergil would always be careful, about anything. It was an autopilot reaction already.

“Because we all know how much foolishness you think all this is.” You did your best impression of him, making Vergil do his best not to chuckle. It was a kind of jest he couldn’t refrain from enjoying a little bit – when it wasn’t from Dante. “We can all enjoy some foolishness from time to time. Life isn’t just about perfecting ourselves, Vergil. People aren’t perfect – not even demons.”

He fell silent for a while, carrying the knowing look you gave him. Vergil knew you were right, and you discussed that sort of thing during endless nights – when he couldn’t sleep, sitting by the bed, you’d be by his side, stretching your legs over his lap and talking about the deepest, darkest corners of your doubts. You both spent one of those long nights discussing perfection, a subject Vergil and you had to deal with, for it was one of the unhealthiest points in your souls.

“Am I supposed to believe you of all people are going to ignore the powers that be today only to have a little fun?” His voice was sharp, but Vergil had enjoyment written all over his silvery eyes. He did let a modest smile color the corner of his lips right after. “I know, love. I’m not trying to be perfect just… This is what I know.”

Vergil was referring to the Devil May Cry and hunting. After settling in and deciding to tackle a normal life, Dante was a bit of a reference on how to deal with it – of course, Vergil remembered how to be a functional human being, he had his parents as role models long ago and observed life going on around him for enough time to know how to live. But he never saw anyone having to accommodate the trauma and trials he and Dante had to go through – except for his foolish brother.

Dante pulled it off the best way he could, Vergil was aware of that. He criticized him all the time, yes, but he didn’t end up much better than Dante when it came to living and trying to move on. That being said, Dante had a thing for working on special holidays – Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas… It was all a good time to stop demons from going on a human killing spree, so that was what Dante always did.

That’s how Vergil ended up on the desk that night. Dante was away on various jobs through the day and Vergil stepped in to keep an eye on the shop and work with any clients that might suddenly appear.

“I know.” You answered with care, reaching for his hand on the table. Playing with Vergil’s long, rough fingers was one of your favorite pastimes. “And it’s time for you to try to know something different. To live something you haven’t lived. Besides, Dante will also be there – we don’t know when, but Kyrie managed to convince him to show up.”

“He’ll probably arrive covered in blood and excuse it as his costume for the night.” Vergil did his best not to roll his eyes while you just laughed in response. It was great to see how used they got to each other – to the point that now they could perfectly predict each other’s behavior.

“Most probably.” You had a witty look in your eyes. “Also, I am offended. Of course, I didn’t ignore the powers that be today, I just did my rituals earlier, love. Who do you take me for?”

Vergil had to laugh, even if slightly, at your feigned outrage. He couldn’t be prouder of having you by his side to call ‘his lover’: even though you were a human and working on balancing every aspect of your life to live a healthy one, you weren’t completely averse to power. Quite the opposite: you always worked to make yourself stronger, wiser and masterful of your own abilities and occult studies and thatmade Vergil go over the moon.

“All this for a masquerade ball at the Opéra?” He asked back, playing with your fingers between his. Vergil always deemed your hands a lot softer and silkier than his own, even if you begged to differ on that.

“Of course. One that I hope to share with you, Verge.” With those words, you looked at the clock and leaned in his direction, planting a loving kiss on his forehead. He allowed himself to close his eyes for as long as your lips touched his skin. “Gotta go now. Kyrie asked me and the girls to get ready with her – if I take longer here, I’ll be late.”

Vergil made only a gesture of approval in return, as you finally put yourself on the way to the door.

“Please, think about this, love. If you worry about clothes, do know that I took the liberty of finding something I thought you might like and left it on the bed.” You winked at him, already opening the front door of the shop. “If you decide to come, feel free to wear it.”

As you closed the door behind you, Vergil could only sigh. He wasn’t feeling that keen on going to this Halloween ball, but he knew that, as soon as your brought it up, he was already fated to go.

Not because he was excited at the prospect of a party – but could he ignore such a simple request from his dear lover?

The Opéra stood golden and proud in the middle of the city, adorned with flowers, dark green foliage and pitch-black branches – made to look like a delightful secret garden that seemed alluring but had some sort of beware written on it.

Vergil had to admit it was the kind of scenario that appeased his senses. As he slowly made his way up the marble steps, the blue devil was too entranced with the beauty of it all to notice how humans seemed to realize he was not a mortal presence – while entering the Opéra, eyes were glued on his imposing form, dressed in black and blue classic attire, the upper part of his face covered by a silver venetian mask you carefully chose for him. If vampires were ever deemed to be real, all humans present were sure they’d look like that.

The way his long black coat was adorned with thorny dark blue and silver roses wasn’t it all. The manner his ruffled white shirt appeared only a bit under his dark vest carefully embellished with silvery blue florals also didn’t do all the work. The boots up his knees, covered by equestrian gaiters discreetly embroidered with dark roses helped with the look, but there was something else.

Vergil’s eyes could be clearly seen under his venetian mask, head naturally standing tall and his posture carrying all his dignity. Wherever his steps took him, Vergil didn’t have to ask people to make room for him to walk through – they would naturally do it, his imposing presence worth more than a thousand words.

All mortals on that ball at the Opéra could ask only two questions between themselves: “who is he” and “what is he”. The ones who believed in supernatural creatures were sure they were in the presence of a vampire who decided to have fun on a Halloween night. Others believed he was a mysterious aristocrat who had just arrived in town.

Vergil, in another hand, was only focused on finding you among all those faces. Being in a social gathering like that was beyond bothering and, if any of those people decided to talk to him and ended up overwhelming his already uncomfortable senses in an unknown place where he wasn’t relaxed nor sure of his safety, Vergil could trigger something other than his demon. Something far darker that he decided to bury in the depths of his soul – and you usually had glimpses only during one of his night terrors’ episodes.

It wasn’t long until his eyes met your form – Vergil could find you in the most desolate of places, as he would deem you a light among all darkness. That light, he’d say, would always be impossible to ignore.

If Van Helsing ever had a child, surely would have been you. Even if you wore dark clothes, in charcoal black and midnight blue, your light would shine in silver white embellishments, all different kinds of flowers and vines burning bright like a star among the velvet of your flared shirt. Knee high boots made your figure even taller and elegant, your hair framing a silver mask perfectly matching his.

You talked with Kyrie and Trish, Lady and Nico somewhere else with Nero. And even though they were both beautiful, Vergil would always deem you fairest of them all. He couldn’t stop a faint smile from coloring his lips as soon as he realized you probably chose your clothes to match his – even if discreetly.

Excusing yourself, you left for one of the porches where you could admire the garden of the Opéra. Vergil wasn’t the only one to be overwhelmed in crowded places: you also felt tired after a while, needing to recharge in more quiet spaces before rejoining the party. Following you, still oblivious of the people talking about his ominous presence, he watched as you seemed at peace on your own – a beautiful Juliet admiring her own garden.

Before he could approach you, though, Vergil’s smile faded from his lips as another man called for your attention. His first reaction was to narrow his eyes as he watched you talk to that unknown creature who clearly was trying to court you while outrage filled his heart with burning anger.

In the end, Vergil was the jealous type. Who would have known?

The flames of jealousy weren’t because of mistrust on you, though. He was always secure enough that you would always be by his side, for as long as your heart desired, and he had no control over it – Vergil’s jealousy stemmed from the thought of having someone else touching you.

And, judging by the way you were reacting, touching you in a manner you didn’t want.

“I apologize for taking so long.” His voice echoed from behind you, making your heart grow lighter in your chest. The smile shining in your lips denounced how relieving his presence was. “I took some time to close the shop for the night.”

“It’s alright, love.” You felt as if your heart could jump from your chest. You weren’t keen of displays of jealousy or being seen as a property – and Vergil knew that – but some people just couldn’t take a no. It was the case you found yourself in that night. “I was just saying you were about to arrive.”

“Well, do forgive. It seems like he wasn’t invented after all.” The man who talked to you had a mocking smile on his lips. Vergil wasn’t one to lower his level because of such a despising creature, but he found himself seriously considering punching those lips in order to teach them not to mock you.

“Hmmm…” Vergil’s silvery eyes measured the man from his head to his toes, clearly leaving him as uneasy and uncomfortable as you were before your lover appeared. “A sorry creature like you should learn to pick your fights better. Be gone before I lose my temper.”

You closed your eyes, using every inch of control in your body not to smile. You were good at dissing people, but Vergil… Well, he made that an art. Watching Dante and Vergil dissing each other was a known entertainment time at the Devil May Cry – both had different vocabularies and mannerisms, but no one could deny they had style. While Dante seemed like a hard rock, steel horse-riding cowboy, Vergil sounded like a menacing vampire lord from the darkest halls of an obscure mansion in England. It was art at its finest.

“I find it so amusing how entertained you look.” Vergil had one of his eyebrows raised, giving you a side look while the man left without questioning him again. If Vergil already looked like that without losing his temper, he probably wouldn’t want to stick around to see the other version. “Or should I take that ghost of a smile you are trying to conceal as feeling flattered?”

“Oh? You think I am feeling flattered because my knight in darkest armor came to the rescue while that poor soul thought he had a chance with me?” You turned at him, finally meeting Vergil’s eyes. Although he looked bothered before, now he showed how much he enjoyed being there with you. “If that’s your thought, then you are right, my love.”

“Who would have known the most powerful human would enjoy being helped like that?” As he said those words, a caring smile appeared on his lips, making you mirror his expression.

“Sometimes, men don’t know how to take a ‘no’. Although I’m used to dealing with demons, humans are much more complicated.” You sighed, shaking your head. “It’s not the first time I have to deal with a guy like this, but your presence made it light-years easier.”

“Hmmm. That’s because most of them can’t find it in themselves to respect someone else.” Vergil turned his head to the crowd again, to make sure that man was gone for good.

“Exactly. Besides, only one person is allowed to touch me in this world.” Your answer was nonchalant while you leaned by the balustrade, taking in the air of the night.

Vergil’s silvery eyes turned back at you, a golden warmth of pride and care filling his chest. And even though he was taken aback by your sudden words, with nothing but the will to kiss you at that moment, his heart couldn’t stop worrying.

For that creature who was speaking to you wasn’t a simple human. It was a concealed demon.

Vergil didn’t know how it came to happen, really. He tore his eyes from you for a mere second and, just like that, you were gone. You decided to take a stroll in the gardens, listening to the music and enjoying the fresh air of the night – he had his arm entangled in yours and, as soon as he let go, you weren’t there anymore.

“Y/n…?” Your name echoed from his lips cautiously, not too loud. If you were around, you would listen – he knew you always did.

Soon, Vergil noticed another presence – one that made his hand yearn for Yamato. He moved fast in the shadows, taking the demon by surprise: the man who was talking to you previously almost lost his life, startled by the appearance of the Dark Slayer.

“I find it very intriguing…” His voice was low and cold, cutting like glass. “That as soon as y/n vanishes, you appear again, demon.”

“It’s not like I was expecting you to be around.” The man answered, shrugging as he turned to Vergil. He had a mocking smile in his lips, trying to maintain his confidence around Vergil’s menacing stare. “Sometimes we have to improvise.”

“If you do know who I am, you know how quickly I can end your pitiful life. Give me a reason not to.” Both Vergil and Dante weren’t known for their patience – and when it came to you and your safety, Vergil didn’t wait too long to act.

“Well… You don’t really have a reason to do so. Your lovely companion is just gone, it’s not like it’s my fault.” The demon did his best not to seem uneasy. Vergil’s reputation preceded him, and all demons knew better than to provoke the storm.

“Don’t make me lose the very little patience I already have left.” The son of Sparda faintly tilted his head upwards, something you noticed he usually did when talking to lesser demons. It was his hubris making him look down on weaker, despising creatures like those demons – it was one of Vergil’s faults, yes. But in all honesty, it didn’t really bother you. “If you were not expecting me, it means you know about y/n. Talk.”

“Y/n is a demon hunter.”

“There are many demon hunters in here tonight – me and my son included.” Vergil did his best not to roll his eyes. That demon seemed keen on testing his patience – and, as he said before, he didn’t have many of it left. “Even if I believe you are too weak to best us in combat, it’s only logical to go after the strongest ones.”

A quick and nervous laugh took Vergil by surprise and made him lose his track for a few seconds. Why was that demon laughing of him? Did he miss something?

“Your partner is more powerful than you believe, then.” And the man stopped laughing as soon as Vergil’s piercing stare found his. The Dark Slayer wasn’t one to take mockery lightly.

“I know how strong y/n is. The most powerful human I know.” Again, Vergil slightly tilted his head upwards. If he had Yamato within his hand’s reach, that demon would already be headless.

But when Vergil said those words, it sank in. It was Halloween.

Like you both talked before, it was a day of rituals. You did yours to step up in your power, using the aid of spirits who roamed the earth as the veil grew thin. It wasn’t something too usual for humans – the date became a holiday for sweets and parties, but you both knew how much you could harness from Halloween.

And if you could prepare your rituals for that night, demons could do it as well.

“Hmmm.” Vergil narrowed his eyes, assessing his options. He didn’t want to make a scandal – triggering could look just like a carefully done costume for humans but fighting a demon in full demon form was bound to cause havoc and death. You wouldn’t be very pleased with that, and Nero would never forgive him for ruining Halloween.

“Finally understood, son of Sparda?” The demon had such disdain in his voice it took Vergil every ounce of self-control not to kill him with his bare hands.

“The only reason why you’re still standing is that I don’t want to create chaos among humans.” The Dark Slayer answered in a menacing tone, his eyes turning more demonic with time. He was doing his best not to do something stupid, but if his rage became too much to handle, Vergil wouldn’t think twice before triggering.

“Who would’ve known that you, of all demons, would be held back by something so stupid as humans.”

Vergil closed his eyes – that was a low blow, something to expect from a demon. But it wasn’t necessarily the humans that held him back. He knew it was something else, deep inside his soul. Something that glimmered in your eyes every time you were together, that sparkled in your lips whenever you talked to him. Something that was hidden in Nero’s voice with every insult he threw at Vergil.

It was love.

Love was holding him back. And Vergil wouldn’t allow a demon to mock it or to make him feel guilty about it – after spending so many years under the clutches of abuse, having his soul broken in Hell to serve as a mindless pawn of Mundus, Vergil crawled back only to say he would never allow it again. He survived and now he had a chance of something soft. Of something beautiful.

He wouldn’t let it go.

“What is your intention, creature? To use y/n in a ritual only to gain the strength and power you are too pitiful to acquire by your own hand?” As soon as he opened his eyes, the demon knew he had gone too far: now a different kind of silver, as if shimmering on its own, looked down at him in fury. Vergil’s teeth were sharp, starting to look like fangs. Just a little more and the Dark Slayer would show the demon he could be. “Enough with your insignificant games. I can allow a sorry excuse of a demon like you to cowardly run away tonight if I have my family to watch over. If I don’t… Hell will look like a welcoming place while I rid the world of your existence.”

The demon fell silent, frozen in place. He wasn’t expecting Vergil to look that menacing – he heard stories of the Dark Slayer but figured he would be “tamed” now that he lived in the human world. But his eyes, sharp teeth and ominous aura proved he was more than wrong: the Dark Slayer wasn’t tamed, he was asleep.

And he could be awakened at only his own heart’s desire.

“It is your choice. But I warn you: my patience has come to an end.” Vergil tilted his head again - this time a dark, horned figure seeming to loom behind his human form.

The demon couldn’t take it. It was clear enough Vergil was too much for his own power – his pathetic power, compared to the son of Sparda. The demon instinctively started tripping over his own feet, trying to get away from that man, that half-demon. It was too much of a stretch to try to use you in a sacrificial ritual to gain strength during that time of the year. It was too much to try to hurt you. He knew that now.

Vergil slowly followed his steps, making sure he wouldn’t try to run away without a proper response.

“I-I-I won’t. I will. I mean… I…”

“Use your words properly, creature!” As Vergil commanded, the demon felt a shiver run down his spine, trembling his whole body. He wanted to run away, to go back to Hell. Nothing he saw there was as menacing as the Dark Slayer – and he didn’t ever trigger.

“I will go back! Y/n is beyond the hedge maze!”

Vergil finally stopped, the demon staring at him with big eyes filled with horror.

“Leave.”

The Dark Slayer didn’t have to ask twice. As soon as the words came out of his mouth, the demon ran more than he ever did in his whole existence.

As promised, you were at the center of the hedge maze of the Opéra. No one even noticed what happened – no human ventured on that dark, silent place, away from the party during that night. But as soon as Vergil arrived at the center, he allowed a relieved smile to spread across his lips.

It seemed you were in a peaceful sleep, laying across a stone bench surrounded by roses and bushes of wildflowers, illuminated only by the pale moonlight. It was Halloween, yes, but in Vergil’s eyes, it seemed like you were taken from the pages of a fairy tale. A long-lost, forgotten fairy tale, reserved only to lucky eyes.

Approaching you, Vergil made sure to check your vital signs – they seemed fine. The demon probably put you in a slumber state so he could use you - your blood for the ritual. That made Vergil’s blood boil – the fact that demons thought they could use the most powerful human in such a feeble attempt to gain power on their own instead of working for it. Like he did. Like you did.

Vergil took a strand of hair away from your face, thinking how he could wake you from the spell. After some time deliberating on that silent night, he concluded he only knew one way – making Vergil carefully cup your face and place a gentle kiss on your slightly cold lips.

It took you a few seconds to open your eyes and focus on his face – adorned by the stars on the dark sky, lit only by the rays of the moon. You furrowed your brows for a few seconds, before remembering being held by the demon and put to sleep before you could even react. Realization slipped through your face, making Vergil smile in return.

“I’m glad you are alright.”

“C’mon, Vergil. This was the stupidest way I could be taken away by a demon.” You closed your eyes, sighing while hearing his giggle echo through the maze.

“It wasn’t your fault, love. We are here to enjoy the party, not to work.” He held your hand, trying to warm up your chilly fingers. “As you taught me yourself: it is fine not to be alert and on survival mode all the time.”

“As long as that doesn’t get you in ‘demon sleep time’.” You opened your eyes, watching as he seemed to be amused by all that. It was very rare seeing Vergil so relaxed and carefree – you wouldn’t complain about that. “How long was I out?”

“Not long. I dealt with the demon, but we might have to hunt him down next week.” He massaged your hand as you tried your best to sit straight. It seemed like every bone in your body was in pain.

“Hmmm. I thought ‘dealing’ meant ‘killing’ in your vocabulary, love.” Once again, you furrowed your eyebrows, receiving a side look from your lover. A rather mischievous one – something he didn’t wear often. At all.

“I might not have brought the Yamato with me.” As he declared, your eyebrows raised, and your lips brightened with a delighted smile in surprise. That had to be a first. “You invited me to a ball so we could enjoy the night together. I thought weapons weren’t the best thing to bring along.”

“They aren’t indeed.” Your smile softened as you entangled your fingers around his. Vergil allowed himself to smile a little more – there wasn’t anyone there to watch you or make fun of him for being so vulnerable. He could let that happen from time to time. “I’m glad you thought about that. Although now I’m curious on how you dealt with the demon.”

“Well, that is a story I think we can leave for the next week. When we get to work.” Vergil declared with a sigh, standing up from the stone bench and offering his hand to you – in a half-flourished bow, dramatic enough to make you giggle, but beautiful enough to go with the theme of that night. “Right now, I think we should spend our time with things that really matter.”

“Hmmm, like what, my prince of darkness? Dancing?” You had a shimmering smile on your lips, holding Vergil’s hand while he helped you get up, circling the garden concealed by the hedge maze as if you were both getting ready to a song you couldn’t hear.

“Yes, my love. Like dancing.” With those words, he took you in his arms, starting to waltz just like he taught you when you were alone – something he learnt from his mother when he was a kid and loved watching his parents showing off the big waltz moves they knew on the garden of their house during golden summer nights.

Yes, power mattered. Hunting demons, closing the gates of Hell, stopping those creatures from slaying innocent humans on the streets. But, after claiming his life back to himself, Vergil came to realize few things mattered as much as the way you smiled when dancing so freely in his arms.

#vergil x reader #vergil imagine #devil may cry imagines #devil may cry fanfiction #dmc imagines #dmc fanfic #devil may cry #vergil sparda #dmc vergil #polaris writes #I live for Vergil gently waltzing #kinda like the main couple in The Sound of Music #dmc halloween scenarios #almost done!

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Devil may cry parent headcanons

Dante

He probably is a fun dad but at the same time don't leave your kids with him, it would be a disaster

Will wake up to crying at 12 am and try to put the kid back to sleep, ends up with both of them watching tv instead

This man will do anything with your kid, they want to go to the park, sure he'll have to keep an eye on them. They want to see the movies, sure has to be below pg or he will never hear the end of it from the nightmares his kids have. Want to go to the zoo, sure he just needs to make sure they don't go into the exhibit.

He will play dress up and tea time with them. He will put on a dress and have them do his makeup just so he can go to tea time, and might start some beef with Mr teddy for stealing his cupcakes, but he will do it proudly.

He will try to do their hair in the morning for school, again he is not the best at it and will probably give them crooked pigtails, he's trying he really is.

Can't cook for shit, I'm sorry if you think he could cook please take a look at all the pizza box stored around his shop. Like he will take cooking lessons or watch cooking shows but dear god how do you set fire to milk.

He will always be there for his kid to vent even if he doesn't know how to respond he will sit and let them rant about stuff, also trying to cheer them up because he doesn't want to see them sad

If they brought their homework to him he would be confused he can barely pay his bills i don't think he knows how to do math, but drama he will rock that stuff his acting skills are on point even if it's cheesy

Will waste all his money on the kid, toys, clothes, video games, you name it he will buy it and give to the kid

Remember how I said not to leave your kid alone with Dante yeah, he may or may noteave his weapons/devilarms around for the kids to grab them, like halfway of Dante walking into the main room and he sees ebony in his kids mouth he tricksters all the way to them and quickly grab ebony before anything bad happens, but the kid will start crying and he has to find something for them to mess with or he'll get a headache

He accidently devil triggered in front of his kid now depending on which one he get two responses and he's expecting screaming for both, but if its regular dt like humanish looking one, "woah, dad grew scales and wings, are you a lizard king?" Now its his Sin Dt he would get "Oo, daddys a gaint dragon" for both case they will proceed to touch his scales? And will be all over him trying to climb him to the point he literally has to switch out of dt so they don't get hurt. Also he's a heat source for winter if the heating doesn't get paid for.

If his kid comes out as any of the lgbtq+ he would be supportive and loves them for who they are, I also see him being apart of it too.(I know a few people see him as asexual I do too, as well as bisexual)

Vergil

Look this guy probably has no clue what he's doing, even if we wish he could've taken care of Nero (at least I do) he didn't and now he has another kid to take care

Please help him hold the baby, he can't properly do it at all, he's just holding them by their chest and staring at them with confusion as the child cry, "why won't they stop screaming?"

He will get the hang of taking care of the kid, but please don't leave him alone with them for long he still has no clue what he's doing half the time

"Hey can I hang out with (insert name) at the mall?", "Do I know their mom?", "Uh, no", "Do I know their dad?", "No" Then that settles it, you can't go", "But-", "No buts, if I don't know their parents you can't go, and that's finale"

Can he cook, probably but he's been in hell for most of his life and doesn't know what he's doing half the time. Thank god for cooking shows and book he at least tries a learn how to cook, and doesn't burn anything unlike someone else

He will read the kids William Blake or other bed time stories before bed time, and will do activities where they try to make up poems he has to thank Nero for the idea

Speak of Nero, if Vergil has a mission he will leave his kids with him, he's not trusting Dante at all. Nero absolutely loves his step siblings even if their like a few years younger than him, they will either play with the other kids at the orphanages or play Nero which consist of Video games, sometimes sword fights if they beg long enough, or just talk about the stuff their dad and uncle does that are stupid and make fun of them for it.

Also that one dad to try and help with math homework but makes the kid cry because they don't understand the problem and he's yelling at them "What's 2 x 2?" Its traumatizing please someone tell him to cool it or his kid is going to have problems when it comes to yelling and math, also complains how he didn't learn it that way as a kid, I promise you he was homeschooled.

Now his kids can vent to him but he has no clue what to do nor have much good advice but he will give what he knows even if it's not the best.

This can go many ways, this man know his kid is getting bullied he will go down to the school with the Yamato and threaten someone's life, give his kid the sword for them to deal with it instead, or use some brain cells and deal with it like civil people and we hope he chooses the last one

Now he's a little careful with his devil trigger and doesn't want to scare his kids, but its by accident really and he expects screaming, just like Dante he gets two responses. Regular dt and I'm going off of 4 because I don't think he has one in dmc5, "Dad, why didn't you tell me/us your secretly a bug, don't worry well keep you away from shoes." If its Sin Dt, "Wow, your a dragon this whole time, does this mean I'm also a dragon, where do you keep your stashed gold?", I feel like for his regular dt they will sometimes smack him with a fyswatter and he has to turn out of his sin dt quickly because they want to mess with the fire coming out of him.

If his kids come out as lgbtq+ he will be supportive and a little confused because he has no clue what it is. They have to explain what it means and what their sexuality means, he'll still be supportive and loves his kids no matter what they are

Nero

Out of Vergil and Dante, he's probably the one who knows more about taking care of kids since he grew up with them in an orphanage and takes care of them

I feel he's like a mix between Dante and Vergil, Fun dad but will put his foot down on somethings

If its a girl you bet he will go out to a store at whatever time it is and buy then pad/tampon when their monthly comes no questions asked he just knows. If its a dude he will give the talk, not just protection but what not to do, like when a girl tells him to stop he needs to stop, no advancing on or anything like that (I feel like the no advancing will also go for the girl)

Doesn't do favoritism, he hates that stuff since he technically dealt with it as a kid, if one kid ask why he loves the other more than them he will shut that down quickly and tell them he loves them equally and will move moons for them to both be happy

Best cook hands down, and will let his kids help if they want to but keeps them away from sharp objects. He will also take them out to dinner if he doesn't want to cook

He's decent with homework, and goes about it in a fun learning experience for the both of them, if they get an answer right they get a point that they can trade for something special later kne, if they get it wrong they will go over it again, but still get a point because no favoritism. He also help make a volcano, but also put a little extra pizzazz to it, and might have caused the whole kitchen to be a different color now.

His kids can vent to him, he will understand and try to help give advice for some issues, also takes them out of the house to do something they want to do to cheer them up

He will encourage his kids to follow what they want to do, play a sport? He will show up to every game, even if that means giving Dante his mission he will. A club? He will make sure they have everything they need for that club and be on time for it, be it art, book, yearbook, student council, etc. They want to do boy scout/girl scout, he will make sure he gets them a vest and help put pins on as well. He will be the number one supportive dad

As soon as his kid comes to him crying about how some other kid is bullying them he will be mad, he'll reassuring his kid that they are amazing first, then go to the school, if they don't do anything he will go straight to the parent and make sure that their kid doesn't mess with his anymore.

Will watch anime with them, if they agree that is don't want your dad into your stuff. But like he's absolutely into it, he seems like the person to like Bleach (this was not intentional I complete forgot that the voice actor for Nero also did Ichigo) or Cowboy Bebop. Maybe sailor moon but you won't hear him say it

Look he's really new to the devil trigger business, the only thing close he had was that ghost creature, so keeping this thing in check and not popping up randomly is hard. His kids reaction are, "You hair is longer, are you like rapunzel, oh wait you have wings and a crown your an angel. Oh can I braid your hair please," of course he will let them braide his hair he can't say no to a pouting face, they also will poke his wings to see if their real.

He will definitely support his kid if their aprat of the lgbtq+, will buy them flags, merch, you name it. He want his kid to feel safe and loved

Lady and Trish

Look I can't separate these two, when I first saw them I thought they were girlfriends, and I can't let that go. But these two would definitely be the fun and protective mom

So considering Trish and Lady are both females they definitely have to adopt of course, now Lady may not know if its half demon or full, but Trish does and she probably would help the kid when they get older since she knows about the demon body considering she has one, if its human Lady knows the most about the stuff going on when they get older and has I already planned out.

Now Lady has to be the protective mom because the shit happen with her dad she definitely doesn't want anything bad to happen to their kid, and Trish is like you do you kid if you get hurt you learn from it "its the demon way of raising" she says. Though she still will watch over them and make sure they don't get themselves severely hurt

They will buy their kid anything, and take them out shopping. It's like a spin the wheel of pay to see if they will pay for the stuff or put it under Dante's name for shits and giggles

Lady has to like keep her weapons locked up somewhere safe, unlike Dante, she's more careful with her weapons

If their kid is mad or something Trish will take them to some deserted area with some random stuff she found that isn't in use and have their kid throw it in the air so she can blow it up with her lighting, you know to blow steam off

Trish or Lady tell their kid the stupidest thing Dante has done or said, if they visit Dante please note one will scream if Dante says something about a soul, "I should have been the one to fill your dark soul with Light" and get the voice crack right too, he will look so embarrassed

Now Trish might not know anything about homework she'll support the best she can but Lady knows most of the stuff and will help.

Trish will tell their king everything about Hell, who's in charge, what creatures are there, the history of it all. Its a great learning experience until you tell them that the female demons kill the male after finishing mating

If they are out in public and some guy is hitting on their kid and their tell him no, protective mom mode is on. Mostly Lady has to stop Trish from frying thr guy, but Lady will give the man a price of her mind saying if he tries to do this shit again with her kid he will be going home with a foot straight up his ass. So now no man tries to hit on her

Definitely let the kids go venting to them, they give the best cuddled, some good advice, and shopping if they say someone's bullying them they will see that the parent deals with their kid.

They knew their kid was apart of lgbtq+, of course their supportive of who they are, they are dating of course. They will take them to a pride march in June

Kyrie

Look, LOOK, she is an amazing mom, so caring but also will put her foot down on somethings

Besides Nero she is a good cook and baker, while she doesn't want kids in the kitchen while she's cooking will will have them help with baking sweet

Reads bedtime stories and tucks her kids in and kiss goodnight (ugh my heart hurts I love this)

She will play video games with her kids mostly on the wii, she still the champion on Mario Kart and Just Dance no one has taken their spot yet, even Nero tries

Packs lunch for her kids and puts a note in it telling them that she loves them and hope they have the best day

She does worry about them from time to time when they go over a friends house, only because of what happened to her brother and then Nero she doesn't want anything to happen to her kids

Tells them not to climb the tree in their backyard, what does one of them do, they climb it and accidently falls down. She goes to them saying "You know I told you not to do it, and you did it anyways, you need to be more careful and listen to me. I'm not doing this because I'm being uptight I'm doing this for your safety I want you to be able to do the things you want in the future"

I feel like she's the same way with friends like Vergil, if she doesn't know the parents then you can't go out or over their house

She is really a good listener and help with advice, so venting to her is a really great idea also will ask about your feelings and how your doing someday, like she knows your in a sad mood

She also good with homework, I feel like she wanted to become a teacher as well as study for it, but instead stuck with taking care of orphans, so she probably homeschools her kids too

She also makes the kids clothes time to time, they have little sweaters or shirts that are soft and comfortable

She is so supportive of her kids if they come out lgbtq+, she doesn't care as long as their happy thats all that matters.

Nico

Now I love Nico amazing and pretty girl but don't leave a child with her, just like Dante it will be a disaster, but she probably would try to be a better parent than her since he technically wa this weird freaky man who experimented on demons or was weird.

Let's start with teaching the kid every swear word she knows and tells them to go up to Nero call him one of those names, she will hear her name being screamed and find an angry Nero going over to her as she burst into fits of laughter

Will be extra pair of arms when getting a tool they need for fixing the van, when Nero does understand what a Dohicky is

I think Nico can cook, its decent not bad or good, she did nearly burn the van down from trying to cook turkey.

She will try and cut back on smoking or at least not doing it when the kid is around because its bad for them, Nero scoffs because she nags him when he tells her to stop, but not her kids

Now her kids could bring homework to her, like he's good in math, engineering, and probably biology, but she'll act as if she never even seen the stuff in her life, because she wants to get her learn it and not her just giving them the answer. But if their kid is in a science fair I bet she will help make something totally child friendly(its not really), it kind of gets her and her kid ban from doing anymore science fairs.

She will teach then everything she knows about Demon, mostly the biology of it, and when Nero brings a demon part for his breakers, she goes in explain how she turns them into those.

Will tease her kids if they talk about their crush, she's a huge teaser so saying something about someone they really like or anything its a mistake, she will embarrass them in front of their crush, but she means well

If they try to change the channel of the radio she swats their hand saying the driver picks the music and the passenger has to sit and listen.

If she's busy with something she will let Nero and Kyrie babysit her kids, she trust them and the kids love Nero and Kyrie.

Tries to teach her kids how to drive when their of age to learn, but Nero and Kyrie won't let her considering how she drives and that the instructor is more legal to do it.

No but she will tease her kid a bit if they come out lgbtq+ too, of course she supportive I kind of see her being apart of lgbtq+ as well

*Bonus because it seemed reasonable to just put this one here like this*

Nero, Dante, Vergil, Lady, Trish, Nico

They will teach their kid self defense, and how to use a weapon. While they rather their kids have a normal life instead of a demon hunter for many reasons, they at least want their kid to take care of themselves if they find themselves in a situation where their life is on the line

#devil may cry #devil may cry vergil #dante devil may cry #nero devil may cry #devil may cry headcanons #dmc kyrie #devil may cry nico #devil may cry lady #devil may cry trish #devil may cry headcanon

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Chance Encounters (V)

pairing: Vergil x f!reader

word count: 4k+ (im SORRY)

warnings: soulmate AU, vergil’s POV, soft!vergil but he’s an asshole

notes: dear @/mcshooty i put in the thing that you sweetly and thoughtfully came up with but all fucked up pls forgib (also on ao3) (*＾▽＾)／the last bit of line is from The Chaos of Stars by Kiersten White~

summary: Vergil realised his whole life has revolved around you as of late. And he doesn’t mind at all.

[ch 1] | [ch 2] | [ch 3] | [ch 4] | [ch 5]

It used to annoy him. The fact that his soulmate words appeared on his palm. Detests how it developed in such an exposed and vulnerable place, loathed how demure and delicate it looks against his skin. Such affectionate words do not belong on the Son of Sparda, who should be the embodiment of power and strength.

He will not—should not—succumb to such trifle human things.

Being Nelo Angelo changed everything.

If Dante’s amulet broke him free of his chains, those words kept him sane, it kept him grounded, it’s a reminder that he’s has a human part inside of him. The human part that dreams of sunlight even after he had forgotten the warmth of it on his skin. He yearns to be alive once more.

But to be truly alive, he needed power.

---

Years in the demon world brought him and Dante closer together. Dante recklessly shows off his soulmate bond, told fanciful dreams of them, hearing laughter, seeing glimpses, the crinkle in their eyes as they smiled, felt the ghost of their fingers grazing his stubble. Vergil’s reluctance of sharing his soulmate words with his brother prompted a gruesome fight that lasted for three weeks in which of course he—the previous Demon King—emerged victorious, only for Dante to inadvertently see it while they were resting, not even a week later.

“Cute words.” Dante grinned, using his sword to point at it.

“Hold your tongue Dante, or I will cut it off you.”

His twin barked his comforting, heartfelt laughter. “I swear Vergil, you’re gonna say something similar to your mate and they’re gonna run.”

He despised how correct Dante’s offhanded remark was, amongst everything. He smiled to himself that you literally ran away from him the first time you met. It irked him that Dante found you first, claiming it a complete accident that a Riot caught him off guard, and had to flung it away.

He came flying to Devil May Cry as soon as you had gone from the house.

“Vergil, come with me.” Dante urged him, not even bothered to change back into his human form.

The hand holding Yamato twitched. “Trouble?”

Dante opened the door to draw him out faster. “I think I found your soulmate.”

He sighed. “My what, Dante?”

“I think I found (Name).”

His words, the sheer simplicity of them, made him feel something in his gut, so Vergil rewarded him with a sword to the leg.

“Fucking hell Vergil! I found your soulmate for you and this is how you repay me?!”

“I will not fall victim to your human pranks, brother.”

Dante doesn’t answer, just kept on constantly coaxing, insisting him towards the door.

With a shake of his head, he relents. “I will humour you just this once.”

“You won’t need to because I swear to you, she’s the one.”

The certainty his brother spoke with perplexed him. Does that mean you also have his name painted on your skin?

He wanted to kill Dante there and then when he first showed him what he meant by ‘the one’.

You liked the colour blue.

Remnants of dark blue kitchen stools, a smashed vase that once held blue roses, shards of different hues of blue ceramics.

“Dante, you have three seconds to explain before I impale all your limbs to the sidewalk.” He snarls, fingers flexing around Yamato.

He dragged him over to a broken picture on the floor of a young girl with a large black cat. “That looks like shadow!”

All eight Mirage Blades pierced Dante’s heart. That didn’t stop Dante to continue spouting his nonsense, he continued to guide him into the living room. “It’s Griffon!” He pointed at a large, light blue, bird shaped doll that sat on the sofa.

He gritted through clenched teeth, not even trying to hide his sarcasm. “You’re missing nightmare.”

Dante grabbed his upper arms, turning him towards a tidy corner where your computer and little shelf sits.

It was a dark grey blob of clay, with a purple-coloured marble stuck near the top. It was nightmare in its most basic form. He couldn’t help but to pick it off the shelf to take a closer look at it.

His stomach churned. What are the odds that a woman with the same name, has all these paraphernalia that is connected to him? Even if he dismisses the cat picture and the adorable Griffon sized plush that sits on the sofa, the nightmare shaped clay looks to be undeniable proof that this woman does have some intimate knowledge of him. He puts it back on your shelf, grimacing at how it looks grotesquely out of place next to your other displays.

The next few days went by agonisingly slow, too slow for his liking. Dante had asked for Lady to arrange so you have to take the keys in Devil May Cry, to meet you seemingly by accident. It smelled foul to him, it seemed to much like entrapment, but Dante was dead set on his plans, and he knows no matter how many swords he put through his skull, his brother would not change his mind.

But the dreaded day came, and you didn’t show up. Dante ran out of time to dawdle around and had to finish the job he had on the demon rampaging at the town outskirts, so he was left alone in the shop. He had planned to rest his eyes for a few moments before patrolling the town for stray demons, but he had forgotten how easy it was to lose track of time, doing such things.

Sunlight.

Reaching out slowly, he felt the warmth of it on his skin, the gentle tingle of the daylight sun hitting his face. A tug rippled comfortably in his chest, seeing a smile in his dreams, and seeing it widen into a silent laughter had him—

His dream is cut short as he felt someone unfamiliar in the room, slowly inching towards him.

“Come any closer and I will cut you down.”

When the awaited ramblings and apologies didn’t reach his ears, he opened his eyes and laid eyes on you for the first time. Humans usually apologise, say whatever crosses on their minds, anything to make the silence disappear. You just stood there, waiting, with your shoulders curling into itself, fingers constantly clenching and unclenching, the distinct look of a prey caught in the presence of a predator. He can tell you felt fear, but your eyes don’t leave his, not even for a moment. It brought an odd sort of satisfaction, for a mere human to be able to do so even in their state of fear.

“You’re here for the keys.” He stated in the most uninterested, aloof voice he could muster, and tested to see when you’d dare look away from him

It was when he placed the keys on your hands, you had lowered your gaze from his eyes, to the keys exchanging hands, before flitting upwards to see his once more.

He had no choice but to follow you home, to see your reactions. You were a large ball of anxiety trapped in such a fragile vessel, ready to explode and break down from the slightest provocation. Your hand kept touching your side for some reason. An old wound perhaps? A weapon?

Doesn’t matter.

He found you.

---

He saw you again weeks later. Someone had sold a demon artifact to the local antique shop and it started whispering, so of course he and Dante were called to take care of the matter. It had started to pour—to his annoyance—when he saw you. Apprehension and distress seem to naturally emanate from you, but in the midst of all those feelings, you looked oddly peaceful and happy. He eyed you as you exhausted the array of rings on display, trying the most elaborate ones and grinning to yourself.

You were about to move away—of course you’d be careless—and bumped into him.

Colour drained from your face. The fear you exuded was delicious, the sheer concern reflected in your eyes, the quickening of your heartbeat had raised his own.

“No apologies?” He struck, not even tilting his head down, merely glancing downwards in your direction. It was cute when you bowed to him, oh how it made his blood sing. The utter power that his mere presence had over you.

Of course, Dante came to your rescue, with polite conversation, which you return with curt nods, braving the storm not minutes later, no doubt to avoid him.

He suddenly had a brilliant idea on how to make you talk.

---

The library had limitless array of sign language books, and he picked up one of them. He’s not a man built for kindness and affection; he’s doing this to mess with your head. To trick you into speaking, to see when you’ll speak, if they were the correct words.

Denial was what he’s currently experiencing. He didn’t want to believe the meek, skittish woman was his soulmate.

Oh, what a fool he was.

---

Correctly guessing that you’d choose that café for shelter—after running away from him—almost made him roll his eyes. Watching you from afar, fiddling with your receipt was maddening to see. What do you have to be afraid of? You’re in a safe human space. The music blaring from the speakers has no more than one hundred beats per minute. It was supposed to calm you, trick you into a false sense of relaxation. No demon has even come close to this place, what could you possibly fear?

He chose hot assam tea from the array of drinks they have, glared the barista into silence when he asked if he would want it sweetened or add milk into it. If he wanted weak tea then he would have not asked for assam, did they not teach these employees anything about the drinks they sell?

You actually jumped when he talked to you. You motioned him to sit, and he did, smirking at the fact you’re taking the sight of him in.

Good.

I apologise if I was rude the first time we met.

He took in every micro-expression you showed in that brief moment of pure confusion, your pretty eyes widening like a little rabbit cornered by a vicious, hungry, wolf.

A shame you didn’t take the bait, but he was content to know that you’re not one of those chatty humans that needed to talk every second of everyday to fill the silence. He played the waiting game. How are you going to leave the premises? You’re not the kind of person to just stand up and leave without saying goodbye.

Of course, Dante had to come and ruin everything.

Game over.

Seeing the hurt on your face was something Vergil never wanted to experience ever again. At that moment in time, he could not understand why his demon side trembled with fury, the immeasurable urge to rip and tear apart whatever was in his reach.

Dante suggested a letter. To make peace.

Human sentiments are almost unknown to him.

He winced as he saw Dante’s horrible penmanship underneath his neatly printed ones, he might just burn the whole th—He slipped it under your door.

---

Slaughtering as many demons as he possibly could was the only thing on his mind the next day. How dare these lowly demons hinder his plans. How fucking dare they.

What would you think of him? Would you understand the situation if he explained it to you? Would you believe him? Would you accept him?

A glimpse of movement of a seemingly abandoned bus broke his train of thought. The bus strained to hold up his weight, every single movement of his sends the bus shaking. The sweet smell of fear reached him. It was some human. But before he could investigate any further, Dante flew past him, so he decided to join his brother with the fun.

Argosax was the being responsible for the attack. He thought it impossible. His father had dethroned Argosax a long time ago. The thought ran over and over in his mind, and Dante’s comments about how he also defeated the demon when he was younger did not help.

“Dante?” He couldn’t help but notice similarities between Dante’s Sin Devil Trigger attacks and the dethroned Demon King. “An explanation is required.”

“Not now Verge!” Dante dismissed him entirely, and that’s when he entirely lost focus and got hit with one of the Embodied Despair’s lethal attacks, which threw him off the skies, and back into solid ground.

Oh, the humiliation hurts more than the actual impact. Both of them will pay for this.

He turned his head and saw you.

Flashing his fangs, he had hoped to scare you off, every fibre of his being screaming,

(wrong, wrong, this is not how it should be—)

Something deep in his chest unruffled, “Walk away.” His voice is clipped, low, there’s a deep urgency for him to get you away from here right now.

But you stayed, feet firmly planted.

“Vergil, it’s me, (Name).”

His own name uttered from your mouth felt like music in his ears, and he saw you as beautiful, then. Radiant, the mere sight of you burns every part of him, slowly at first, before imploding upon itself, leaving only ashes.

“Finally.”

Nothing else mattered to him that day.

---

Not until he came upon your doorstep, fresh from battle, although his clothes are worse for wear, his wounds had closed, and maybe you’d be gracious enough to lend your showe—

The look on your face broke his heart. The same look that you always had now registered. Everything crashed down, the anxiousness you felt, the agitation. It wasn’t the rest of the world you’re worried and uneasy about.

It was him.

You feared him.

“Do I frighten you that much?” He hated how his voice wavered.

Burning agony surged through him when you nodded, but at least he gets a chance when you ushered him in.

He could tell you weren’t yourself, your eyes empty, your movements clumsy, and you were stirring a cup of water, the teabag forgotten on the counter.

His heart broke for the second time. He did this to you. He just had to involve you in his life, and of course demons crossed your path. So, he did what he wished someone had done to him.

Help. In any small way he can.

---

Nero watched him with disbelief when he dropped by unannounced in Fortuna the next day. The furrowed brow—which he inherited from him—expression felt like a hot knife against his neck. He felt judged and scrutinised for the first time, and it took all of his self-control to not draw his sword right there and fight his own son.

“Maybe just give her time.”

Oh, it stings. “Are you talking about yourself or her?”

Nero can almost taste his father’s anger in his tongue, but shrugged, “Dad,” he emphasised the word to hammer it closer to home, “She’s human. The hardest thing she probably ever had to handle was a death in the family, being lied to, got her purse stolen, or something human like that. I remember Kyrie not speaking for over two weeks after dealing with a demon face to face. Your girlfriend probably saw mangled dead bodies around. Give. Her. Time.”

Avoiding you completely didn’t work.

---

i found a psychiatrist –(name)

The tightly coiled chain in his chest seem to loosen and warmed, and for a brief moment he felt something unfamiliar flutter in his stomach. Staring at his phone for what seemed to be hours, he was on his way to type his reply when another message came from you.

he’s pretty cool, will see him again next week

I am glad things are working out for you. -Vergil

you dont have to sign your name i have your number saved lol, you gave it to me the other day rmember?

I do remember.

---

He contentedly listened to your babble as you two walked, eyeing the at the dome lidded cup in your hand that you sporadically move around as you told him the story of how your co-worker fell from her chair and rolled twice on the floor before reaching a full stop. The liquid sloshes around near the rim of the cup, worryingly close to spilling.

“—want some?”

You had shoved the cup near his face. The edge of the straw glistened by whatever product you put on your lips. He looked at you curiously.

“You kept looking at it. Here, take a sip.” Your smile had widened into laughter, and he found himself unable to take his eyes away from you. He’s dreamt of this smile for so long, the smile that kept his sanity intact, the smile that help mend his broken mind.

The drink itself was atrocious—it was corn syrup in sweetened water with whipped cream and sugar on top—but he can’t stop drinking it. Not after seeing you laugh until tears roll down your cheeks and clung onto his arm to take it away from him when he drank a third of the cup in one long inhale.

Time passes slowly for him; he finds that a curse and a blessing at the same time. He enjoys the days he gets to spend with you, and feared for your life every time you coyly ask him to come over. As much as he would love to accept your gracious invitation, as much as he would love to touch you, and be touched in return, he knows you’re not ready.

Not when you often still have that glassy look in your eyes, not when you tremble for no apparent reason when the two of you are out, not when you won’t tell him what’s troubling you. He holds you close, when you are afraid, soothes your tears when they fall, keeps you company during the day, and sometimes during the night, but always in public, there’s always at least one other person around. He’s afraid of what will come after if it’s just the two of you.

He notices your discontentedness whenever he refuses to come home with you, and when he doesn’t explain his reasons. He kisses your pouting lips when you do so, his palms settling against your face with gentleness that feels so foreign to him.

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Days turns to weeks, and weeks turns to months. You had made progress during the past few months—even though you still won’t tell him what ails you—he can see you’re getting better and managed yourself in a different manner from before.

“(Name).” He greeted mildly, his hand slid to rest at the nape of your neck and he smiled as you leaned into his touch. “Nero’s birthday is in a few weeks.”

Your eyes brighten, and you turn to him excitedly. “Are we going to Fortuna?”

He shook his head, “Not this year.”

This year he asked Nero to come to him instead. He wanted you to feel as comfortable as you could, he doesn’t know if you’d like Nero’s brash, vibrant personality, and if you ever felt overwhelmed by him—and Nico—he can always take you home, and meet Nero at another time once you’ve calmed down. He has seen how you are around Dante, how quickly you tire during the days Dante is around.

Vergil realised his whole life has revolved around you as of late.

And he doesn’t mind at all.

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He eyed you as you introduced yourself to Nero, Kyrie, and Nico, ready to intervene if you get too overwhelmed, but your nervousness and worry dissipates rather quickly, likely because of Kyrie. Vergil couldn’t believe his eyes when the mechanic showed you her words, lined along her numerous tattoos. As if you know he was watching, you turned your head in his direction. He was sure that you would show you hers, causing him internal conflict.

You haven’t been modest with the way you dress. The words are sure to be somewhere you haven’t revealed. If he had taken you to a date at the beach, would he had seen it?

Dante arrived late, with cake and wine. He eyed the wine suspiciously, he knows Dante couldn’t have afforded the win, not without at least selling something in his possession.

The thought dissipated as soon as it appears as he saw you pour yourself a cupful of wine. Are you uneducated in alcoholic drinks and spirits? You’re not supposed to drink that large amount in such a short time.

He stared at you carefully, watching for any signs of inebriation. You look like you can handle your liquor, but when he saw you start giggling around Nico and his brother, pouring yourself a second cup of wine, he had to put a stop to it.

“Enough.” He told you sternly as you giggled, still trying to pour the wine. He grips you securely to him, “We are going home. Please know your limits with alcohol and make sure this doesn’t happen again.”

You happily waved goodbye to everyone as he takes you outside.

“Are we going home?” you asked, softly, your gaze intent and unflinching.

How bold of you to look at him like that, when hours ago your hands shook when you met Nero and Kyrie for the first time, not even daring to make eye contact. The thought made him smile instead, how comfortable you must be to be with him if you dare to look him in the eye.

Changing into his demon form, he holds his hand out between you as a silent offering, waiting. He suppressed a smile as you slowly placed your tiny, soft hands in his large, demonic one. The same hand that wrought carnage and destruction now held yours with such care and unexpected tenderness.

Which didn’t last as long as he’d like, not when you tempt him so.

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Heaven and hell began with his mouth on yours. You ruin him so with just timid touches and sly little comments that sends his mind swaying towards oblivion.

“You only needed to ask nicely.”

Those words alone had provoked him, his human side had to muster up all coherence self-restraint to stop himself from tearing you apart right there and then. Love might be starlight and gentle blushes, but passion will leave your fingers sore from clawing the sheets while shouting his name. His vicious but gracefully written words lie on your ribs, printed in-between bones. You stifled a giggle when his hand brushed over the delicate spot.

Hello again, my heart.

Decades had passed since he felt truly alive. The Qliphoth might have game him power, that crackle of energy still rests within him, but he had forgotten how it feels to utterly live.

“Vergil,” you had pleaded so desperately, igniting the heat of pleasure in his veins. “Please.”

Oh, how he’s going to leave you wholly spent and exhausted after all of this is done. Your eyes gleamed with lust as they met his and he after that he wasted no time toying with you.

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Silence stretched comfortably around you as the two of you lay against each other, his hand resting against your mark, the other absentmindedly brushing against the curve of your cheekbone.

“Hey.” You whispered softly, turning sideways to look straight into his eyes.

“What is it?”

You buried yourself deeper against him, your face hidden against his chest, legs entangled even more, “You were very persistent when we first meet, even before I spoke. How did you know it was me?”

Thinking about Dante right now brought a unique kind of discomfort, he did not want to admit his idiotic brother brought you two together. But he can’t lie to you. “I didn’t.” He paused for a long time before he spoke again, “I think I dreamt of you. Sunlight. A smile turning into silent laughter. An untroubled comfort.”

He pulled you away from him to take in your features, and he spoke again, in a hushed whisper, “I think that’s what drew me to you. I felt something familiar in you that I don’t understand.” He kissed the crown of your head, “Now I do.”

Never, in the few months he had known you, has he ever felt the need to be this honest and open with you before. You watch him watch you, before you hide your face in your hands and giggling, “What? Did you fall in love with me immediately or something?”

He brought you up to him, pressing his lips onto yours for a brief moment before his gaze turns serious,

“I didn’t fall in love with you. I walked into love with you with my eyes wide open, choosing to take every step along the way.”

#vergil #vergil x reader #devil may cry #devil may cry imagines #i swear to fucking god this is the last one #im not gonna look at this shit ever again #love you guys!#thanks for reading #and commenting #and sending asks #and reblogging #and tagging #and liking #scuffed writing

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lonewolfandmuse-moved · 2 years

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@crows-dance (X)

✛ ─── "Do you really believe I don't have the ability to entertain you?" Alucard tutted. A coy smile pressed on his extensive lips as he approached Vergil, towering over the seated king. "Perpahs I cannot carry a baby for you, as you were surely exhilarated on the night of your son's conception. But I can provide...a similar experience. "

Alucard smiled wide. He knew he could say such things to Vergil & get away with it. The most the demon king could do is turn the vampire down, but seeing as how his master is so tense lately, Alucard doubted that would be the case. "What can I do for you, my strong, powerful master?" He swung a pencil thin leg, then the another over the Sparda Son's lap to sit facing him. He knew which words to use on Vergil's vast ego.

"What means should I use to ease away the burdens that plauge you? My hands? My mouth? My teeth?" He leaned in close enough to nudge his master's ear. "Will you have me ride you?"

#alucard either gonna get some sparda son tonight #or stabbed in the neck #lol #alucard: eat my wings to keep me tame #crows dance #suggestive

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vergilnelosparda · 4 years

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If somebody made a story out of this I would read it

Devil May Cry x Kimetsu no Yaiba/Demon Slayer crossover

Vergil turns into a demon. He protects his son from other’s that want to hurt him or kill him.

Dante is the demon slayer that wants to turn Vergil back to human. Dante uses this brother sword Yamato and his sword Rebellion.

The demon king is Mundus of course, Sparda died from his sickness, Mundus killed Eva, while she was trying to protect Nero. Vergil comes in and try to stop him but Mundus knocked him out and decided he wanted to turn Vergil into a demon. Dante comes back and see his brother and nephew bloody right next to each other and see his mom dead on the ground. He check’s Vergil and Nero pulse to see if there alive and they are of course. Later when they are walking Vergil wakes up and push Dante while he is carrying Nero and him off the cliff, but the snow saved him and Nero life. Vergil tries to attack Dante, but he couldn’t because Dante use his hachet that he had to stop Vergil from biting him. Nero wakes up and tries to stop Vergil, but couldn’t so he goes up to him and push him off, but Vergil smacked/slapped him away. When he did that Dante started to screaming and tell him not to give in, but it didn’t really work until Nero came from behind and hugged him and told him to stop in tear’s. When Nero did that Vergil started crying, before Dante could say anything a demon slayer came out off nowhere and tried to kill Vergil and Nero if Dante didn’t move.

If anybody wanted to use this I don’t care. I might as well make a story out of this on Archive of Our Own

If anybody’s interested of me making a story out of this I will

#Devil May Cry x Kimetsu no Yaiba #Devil May Cry #Kimetsu no Yaiba #Dante Sparda #Vergil Sparda #Nero Sparda #I will make a story out of this if y'all want #Demon Vergil #Crossover

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hornedstorys · 7 months

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Ride it - Urizen x Reader/ Devil may cry - part 1 - nsfw

Part 2

Description: Urizen should be stopped from eating the fruit from the tree and what better way to help than you? By the way, he's in mating season *cough*

Warnings: nsfw, 18+, sex with a demon, size difference, mating season

Other: It's a random story. I haven't watched a DMC Lets Play in a long time, so I'm not up to date. The story is written in freestyle, so it can differ significantly from the original story. I hope you still enjoy reading!

"Say Y/n," you looked up from your book when you heard Dante's voice and your eyes became skeptical, "you definitely want to know how to ride a demon, right?"

Your eyes widened and Nero almost spit out his drink when he heard the question.

"Uh..." was the only thing you managed to say and Dante started talking again: "For our plan we need someone to distract Urizen a bit and since demons also have their mating season and Urizen happens to be one of these demons," the idiot made a flirty eyebrow movement and your eyes radiated pure bewilderment.

You skillfully ignored the fact that your cheeks burned with embarrassment and your heart was pounding.

"You want me to fuck your brother, Dante? Really?... Besides, his demon form will kill me before I can even say a word. What's more, Vergil generally doesn't really... suffer me." You ruined his plans and he just grinned wider. Oh no, that wasn't good.

The next moment you were sitting on the bus with Dante, V and Nero, Nico was driving of course. You stared at each one of them, stunned. They had simply abducted themselves and now you had to cloud the dispatch of a Demon King. You wouldn't survive that and neither would your abdomen.

"Guys, that's sick," Nico also piped up and you were so grateful to her for that, but Dante had very little interest in that statement.

"She doesn't have to sleep with him, we'll intervene in time and save her, don't worry. A Demon King would be too big for our human friend anyway, right Y/n?" In fact, his statement outraged you. How would he know that? What was so special or different about this Urizen than a human man?

Well, he was a very big demon in his own right and... he was a demon. But his penis shouldn't be so different from human men... right? You shook your head in embarrassment as you thought about it and without being able to control it, a pleasant feeling spread between your legs. You would feel hot and your cheeks would burn.

"What if you can't save her in time or something comes up?" asked Nico skeptically and brought the car to a stop. Your gaze turned to Dante and he scratched the back of his neck.

“Then I hope for Y/n’s sake that she’s not a virgin anymore, haha,” Dante’s laugh sounded a little embarrassed. You almost fell back on the seat and Nero was barely able to hold on to you. His eyes were worried.

"Don't worry, nothing will happen to you and we will intervene in time. We just have to distract Urizen from us. He must not eat this fruit."

You nodded and started walking, but you had to run ahead. His body was shaking and you could feel the power radiating from him. Urizen's strength was so much that your legs almost gave out and you shuddered.

Fear arose within you, but there was also another feeling. There he stood and stared at the fruit. His form was still shrouded and tendrils were coming out of his body. Your eyes got bigger and bigger. Something told you that he knew you were there and yet you were still alive.

“What do you want, human,” his almost robotic voice reached you and your mouth went dry.

"I wanted..., I wanted to make you an offer, Vergil," his big head jerks towards you at your voice. He recognized you.

“Y/n...” his deep voice made you nervous, but somehow it also made you feel good. You hate to admit it, but somehow you've always had feelings for Vergil. The fact that he was a demon didn't bother you much, you actually found it very interesting. You often thought about what it would be like to be touched by a demon. How his lips felt, his hands on your soft skin and most of all, how good he would be at taking you. Would you stand it? Would you like it?

Every thought of it had always made you wet, but your mind told you to ignore those feelings since Vergil wasn't a simple personality. But sometimes you saw how he read books, just like you, how he liked to be alone, because he liked to be left alone, just like you.

You were so alike, yet so different. He had never even glanced at you. Except for burning looks that you couldn't judge. It was the longing that was always getting ready, but at the same time you would have convinced yourself that you weren't good enough for him. Nobody was good enough for Vergil. Except himself.

"Get out of here, Y/n. This is no place for you," his voice brought you out of your trance and you took a step towards him. He growled, his head turning to every move you made. You notice that he reacted to you differently. Still dismissive, but he doesn't take his eyes off you. Could he smell the excitement rising inside you?

"Don't you want to listen to what offer I have for you?", you came closer and closer to him, "I heard that you are in your mating season."

The Demon King sucked in a sharp breath when he heard this and with every step you got closer he could smell you. A sweet innocent scent. You weren't a demon, but he could feel that his heart was crying out to take you. To take care of you. All this time he was trying to distance himself from you, he didn't want to fall in love with a weak, mortal human being.

But he wasn't stupid either, he knew that his brother was behind it and wanted to stop him from eating the fruit. Dante was hiding and watching the spectacle closely. Vergil now turns completely towards you and you had to swallow as his muscles tensed.

“What do you say to the offer, King Urizen,” you breathe, trying to find your voice again. Your pulse pounded against your throat and you could hear it in your ears.

"You should be careful who you give in to," he briefly looked in Dante's direction, then he tore the fruit from the tree and grabbed you. His hand fit perfectly around your waist and you gasped as the air was knocked from your lungs. Dante ran out of hiding, but it was too late. Virgil, you and the fruit were gone.

"Holy crap," Dante swore and ran his hands through his hair.

"Good luck Y/n. She'll definitely give me hell..."

Everything happened so quickly. A large claw grabbed you and the next moment the Demon King was sitting on his throne with you on his lap. Not only were his eyes watching you, no, the other eyes that were spread across his body were also looking at you. Urizen no longer looked the same, he had eaten the fruit and parts of his body had broken off and his face was now exposed. His green eyes burned into yours and you became uneasy.

What was he thinking? Would he kill you? Why hasn't he done it now? Suddenly the large claw came towards you and grabbed his chin, gentler than expected. It was so big that it could cover and smash his entire face.

"What's wrong, Y/n, have you swallowed your tongue? I still have an offer to make with you or is this falling through because my stupid brother's plan didn't go quite as planned?" his voice sounded amused.

You hadn't considered that. Vergil now had the fruit and Dante was supposed to save you, but things went wrong. Just as you had thought and now you were sitting on the huge leg of a demon king who was in mating season and could kill himself at any time.

"As if you were interested in me," you tried to free yourself from his grip as he wrapped his claw around you again, "you never liked me, Vergil," when you said his name, the demon growled and his grip tightened a little. You gasped, but he hadn't crushed you.

Then he let go and you quickly slipped off his lap. You could feel him watching your every move. He might have come after you, but in his current form he almost didn't care. You couldn't escape, he had taken you to the demon world and you were here all alone, without protection. Only he could help you, but he remained seated and watched as you leaned against the nearest stone and sat down on the ground.

You were sitting right in front of him and you knew you couldn't stray too far. It was just too dangerous, you had to trust Dante and the others to get themselves out of here. Even if it was really difficult for you. The demon watched you as your exhausted eyes closed.

He could feel the pleasure building within him, but he tried to hold it back. His frame was far too big for you, he would only hurt you and Urizen hated to admit it, but he didn't want to hurt you. But you were human, neither strong nor had demonic genes, and yet his core wanted you. He wanted to mark you and take you until there was no sound left in your lungs penetrated and you would forget your own name. His claws dug into the arms of his throne and he could watch as the gap between his legs opened and his erect member slowly emerged. He growled in frustration, his eyes falling back to your form. He had to be patient.

He wanted you to come to him.

#x reader #vergil x reader #urizen #devil may cry

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procutemeister · 4 years

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these, our bodies possessed by light || vergil x reader, chapter 1

The city of Red Grave has been defeated; Urizen, the devil king, has risen. No warriors have been able to best him, and countless lives have been offered to him in sacrifice. They say the devil king’s bloodlust is boundless… And you, last of the witches of Red Grave, are his betrothed.

(Vergil x F!Reader, with some V x F!Reader. Arranged marriage AU, with elements of Beauty and the Beast and 1001 Nights. An attempt to give Urizen some personality. Romance, eventually.)

much thanks to @tonitart for supporting me as i write this. <3 if you'd like to be tagged, let me know.

read it under the cut or on ao3 here!

these, our bodies possessed by light

1. land a man in a landscape and he’ll try to conquer it

Today was to be your wedding day.

Soon to be married to the devil king, all you could feel was trepidation and fear. Your marriage was not one for love, far from it; it was a marriage of compromise. Of sacrifice.

An offering of your life, for peace between the humans and demons, a reprieve from the cruelties of hell on earth.

You have a responsibility, your aunt told you as you dressed in the nicest gown you owned. It’s an honor, to have so great a task bestowed upon you.

I am going to die, you wanted to say. Your finest dress would become your funeral gown.

As one of the last witches, you were offered to the devil. With your unique abilities, the people of Red Grave hoped that you might find a way to end the devil king’s reign of terror. While it was true that you possessed some magical power, you were experienced mostly with healing and incantations, rather than combat magic.

You had met the man—if he could be called that—who was to be your husband only once before. You were relieved that at least, you would not have to live in the Underworld for this union; you would live in a palace that remained on earth.

No man nor demon on this world or the one beneath could face him. The people were sure that his was the wrath of a god, unleashed upon a defenseless humanity, and that such a great and terrible god could only be sated by the ultimate sacrifice, the gift of life.

However, you remembered that day—meeting your betrothed, slouched on his throne as you were presented to him. He had not been any more amenable to the marriage than you were. Impossibly tall, his features masked by demonic armor, you had been unnerved at the sight of him. You recoiled when you imagined the marriage bed—you could not possibly be expected to perform the wifely duties for such a creature, could you? He looked utterly monstrous to your human eyes: a twisted appearance, his body the color of brimstone and blood and covered in roots and thorns.

His voice was inhumanly deep and rattled your very bones.

“Is this to be my bride? A human?”

Despite yourself, you froze like a rabbit faced by the wolf. Your heart thundered and you could not help but cower, because what defense did you have against this creature?

You let your eyes settle on him. You could not discern even a hint of humanity in him, only the cruel cold glow of blue light in the gnarls of his skin, the suggestion of a crown by the thorns on his brow. There was no soul in those eyes.

The man beside you quailed, though he had been the one who had arranged all this. He said, “This is an offering from the humans. One of our most precious—one of our own. A great sacrifice.”

You were hardly as great an offering as he made you out to be. You were no virginal young maiden, no legendary beauty, nor the prized first daughter of a proud and subjugated lord. Your life and your body were being thrown away to sate the bloodthirst of a devil that did not even desire you. What use were you, really, to him?

He seemed to consider this. “I could kill her,” he said, “the night we are married. I have no use for human scum.”

Your blood ran cold. He couldn’t possibly—but this was a devil, not just any devil, but the king of them. You would not put it past him to kill you in cold blood. You knew that devils would not hesitate to execute any mortal that dared displease them.

And those who had come to his house before you, all killed by his hand, were the evidence: warriors that dared take arms against him, spies who attempted to undermine his power from the inside, and others like you, who had been offerings from their own hometowns. They, too, had been sacrificial lambs, offered to the demon king in a desperate bid for the legions of hell to stop ravaging the land, misguided appeals to the devil king’s nonexistent mercy. You knew not why those women had been deemed unsatisfactory, nor how many they numbered, only that they had all failed to suppress the devil king’s thirst for blood.

Rumors abound that he took wives not for procreation nor for pleasure, but for his own sadistic, murderous desires. Some lived for quite a while, others only a single day before being executed. But they all ended up the same way: dead.

Today, at your wedding, you had to find out how you could stay alive.

Before you left, you recited a spell of protection for yourself, so that you might not come to harm. You spoke the incantation from your memory as easily as you read it from a book, the familiar words and energy of the magic calming your mind. You pulled out a pendant you wore around your neck, a simple crystal you had infused with dormant power. This you poured your protective ward into, then hid the pendant beneath your wedding clothes. Then, a prayer, to the spirits above and below, that your magic might hold, and your treacherous intentions remain obscure.

Your betrothed had made almost no arrangements for the ceremony, not that you thought demonic weddings were even supposed to exist, anyway. There was simply a minister who had administered the rite upon the both of you, reading aloud the marriage vows and presenting the documentation of your union. One other demon was present as your witness, and that was all. You found you much preferred this, if the alternative were to get married with the people’s eyes upon you, watching and complacent at your sacrifice.

Your husband was called Urizen. He remained seated and he spoke no more than was absolutely necessary. There was no reception after the ceremony, only a dispersal of the scant amount of demons in attendance.

He did not stay with you afterwards, either. In fact, you would not see him until well after night had fallen.

In the meantime you were introduced to your chambers. Possibly the only good thing about this was that you would be living in comfort, however short the rest of your life might be. The palace was an old one, standing centuries before your great-grandparents were ever born, and comprised of so many rooms and structures that you could conceivably take years to explore it all. It was clean, surprisingly so, but cold and empty. It did not have the life of servants bustling around, or any other residents. Or maybe it did, and you had not seen neither hide nor hair of them. The palace was certainly large enough.

Of note were the books in what you assumed to be your husband’s room. There was an astonishingly large amount, and when you looked, they were mostly fiction and poetry, contrary to what you had thought. Some titles you even recognized, and many were well-worn, obviously read several times.

It was a strange detail, you mused, that a devil with such disdain for humans would so readily consume their literature. It was something that had kept the gears of your mind turning the rest of the day. You had a way with words, and writing had always been one of your strengths. This, along with the way your magic manifested, would be the key to your survival.

In the evening you took dinner alone. Despite being human, you were still considered with some respect, as you were served delicious food in a large and ornate dining hall. You were just completely alone; even the demons that served you were mere mannequins, unable to speak or perform actions beyond their purpose. You had the feeling that your new husband did not like to populate his home very much. You weren’t sure if that were better or worse; surely there would be no one to witness or call out to if he attempted to murder you, and you doubted that anyone would even notice in such a situation.

After dinner you washed up, spending so long in the bath you were sure you would shrivel up like a prune. You didn’t want to think about what was to come once you headed to bed; Urizen had not yet returned from wherever he had gone.

With apprehension you left the bath and dressed for bed. You wore a long nightgown, one that covered your body as much as possible. You missed your corset and your layers that shielded your body, much better than a simple nightgown could. You climbed into the bed, a large, ornate affair carved from dark wood and curtained with damask. The bed was sinfully soft, and against your better judgment you found yourself slipping into sleep as you lay there, wrapped in blankets and exhausted from the day’s events.

* * *

You didn’t want to do this.

Terror clasped at your very bones as the plan was explained to you: you, the last witch remaining in Red Grave, would be sent tomorrow into the devil king’s lair under pretense of an offering, as many other towns and cities had attempted to do.

“Hide your magic,” your aunt told you. “Find out what you can about his protections.”

“Yield to his demands,” your uncle instructed you. “Do what you must to survive.”

Numbly, you nodded, even as your veins ran cold.

“Your life is no longer your own,” they said. “The people of Red Grave count on you, now.”

The people of Red Grave had sent their men and women in futile attempts to fight the demon king. When that failed, they began to leave, or to bend the knee to cruel and demonic overlords. Some had fled to Fortuna, hoping that the supposed land of Sparda’s blessing would offer respite from the demonic invasion. Only a few years later was that hope disproven; demons installed themselves in that city’s highest of holy orders, and now Fortuna too bowed under the weight of hellish rule. Your parents had gone to war, too. They fought, and they died, and now you were expected to assume that burden.

You pressed a hand to the crystal that hung from your neck, a last gift from your mother, who taught you everything you know.

Then you silenced your fear. Outside, the summer flowers bloomed, mindless of the blood spilled on their grounds, and you promised upon your life to venture into the heart of the devil king.

* * *

You immediately woke at the opening of the door. You were still restless, after all. Moonlight still poured in through the window; you hadn’t been asleep long. The one who entered was a devil, one you recognized attending your wedding. From his chest he glowed orange, the light the color of molten rock, with an impressive set of wings extending from his back. He spoke:

“My lady. You are summoned to the throne room.”

You blanched at the address, though you expected it as befitting one who was the demon king’s wife. You supposed this made you a queen, but the title meant nothing when you felt like a prisoner. You were not allowed in the throne room, not unless you were explicitly summoned. Despite your position, you held no power in this place. All you had were your brains and the strength of your will.

“Y-Yes,” you wavered, and stood unsteadily, your hands wringing at the cloth of your nightgown. You followed the devil to the large room where Urizen stayed, dark save for the fireplace, kept lit with blue flames.

It was your husband, looking much the same as he had during your wedding. He still wore the same expression of cold indifference. At his side floated the ever-present red jewel, a mysterious object from which you could feel waves of strong demonic power. What manner of magic was it, you wondered?

“My lord husband,” you addressed him, taking a knee as you had been instructed to.

“Wife,” he grumbled, as if saying the word pained him. “Get up.”

You stood. Urizen was seated on his throne, one arm bending to support the chin, eyes skating over you to land on the flames in the fireplace as if you weren’t even there.

You had not moved. You bit your lip, wondering if what you had in mind would work, or if it were even sane. Once again, the image of the books next to the chair revived itself in your mind.

“My lord husband,” you said again, “may I interest you in a story?”

Your voice interrupted his brooding. He raised his head slowly from his hand, his face turning towards you in what looked like a silent fury. You hoped you hadn’t inadvertently angered him with your seemingly inane question.

“…A story?”

There it was, that deep, deep voice that sounded like the rumble of the earth itself. There was something strange in his tone: less animosity, something more akin to questioning. Maybe curiosity, if you were feeling generous.

“Yes,” you said, “I like to tell stories.”

You could barely keep the tremor from your own words. So far, he had done nothing, but Urizen still terrified you, as distant and dangerous as he was, the sound of his words before still echoing in your head.

I could kill her the night we are married. I have no use for human scum.

You didn’t know if he was serious or not. Maybe for now he would keep you alive, or maybe he would murder you later.

“You realize this is no harmonious marriage,” he said. “You mean nothing to me. I do not care about your stories.”

He sneered the last word. You could not help but shiver, but your mind’s eye once again found those well-worn books, stories and poetry that were clearly loved and perused. How long had it been, you wondered, since he had cracked open a book?

You settled yourself next to his throne. Carefully you started to speak, weaving the story you had formed in your mind. You had always been a lover of art, of literature, and you had dedicated many years of study to the humanities. You felt you could put together a story that would keep his attention and weave your spell so that your husband would not lay a hand on you and—maybe—change his heart.

To your astonishment he made no move to stop you. On the contrary, he seemed like he was listening, though he never said a word and never did he turn those cold eyes towards you.

You felt your resolve waver, but you didn’t let yourself falter, not when you had lulled him into this strangely receptive mood with your words. You still feared the devil—after all, he could so easily kill you, and even slouched in his throne you felt the aura of death from him. The red crystal revolved, silent and dangerous.

You continued your tale. You told it all the way until you had reached the last of what you’d written. The hero had fled the destruction of his hometown and met a young woman to whom he’d recounted his tale. He felt torn between his need for vengeance and the feelings that were quickly growing for her.

“Is that all?” Urizen asked.

You looked out the east window. The sky was swathed in violet and edged in gold by the encroaching sun.

“Morning approaches, my lord husband,” you said. “The story must be continued the next evening—I haven’t slept.”

He grumbled, but made no further complaint. Then, “Get out.”

“My—”

“Return to your chambers. Bother me no further.”

You quickly stood, nodded, and nearly ran out of the throne room. You weren’t sure how long you ran, or if you were even going in the right direction, but you made it back eventually.

You closed the door behind you, chest heaving, and not only from the running. You felt like you had just escaped with your life, and when you clutched a hand to your chest, your heart was pounding. You clenched your fists, fear and anxiety knotting between your lungs.

Knees weakening, you fell back into the large, soft bed, trying to calm your racing heart. After tossing and turning you fell finally into a restless sleep.

* * *

The next morning you woke alone. So, he didn’t have you killed in your sleep, at least.

When you looked out the window the sun was already high in the sky. You’d slept in a little; considering how late you’d stayed up the previous night, telling your husband your story, it was to be expected.

You hadn’t been given any actual responsibilities in your new home. You had the distinct feeling that Urizen considered you little more than a nuisance in his home; a thing without real purpose here. It suited you just fine: the more invisible you were in this den of demons, the more likely you were to get out of this alive. And the longer you stayed, the more you would become acquainted with the devil king, and his weaknesses, no matter how small those might be. All you needed was a single chink in his armor, and you’d be able to work your magic.

Your husband, to your knowledge, had never left the throne room. You could not go to check; the red devil that had escorted you there the night before was also nowhere to be seen. Was he just a servant, you wondered, or something more? His presence at the wedding implied the latter.

With you thus unoccupied, you decided to fill your day with exploration. The palace was undoubtedly beautiful, and you wondered why a devil would take such a place as residence. Maybe it was a site of great demonic power…? The home of a conquered human lord? You would not put it past the devils to take a man’s home as a war trophy. You were simply astonished at the state the house had been left in: it was pristine, as if servants cleaned it every day, as if demonic forces had never breached its walls. The glass of all the windows remained intact, the floors sparkling; elegant curling columns reaching towards beautifully painted, vaulted ceilings, and stained glass throwing multicolored light against the walls.

Wandering the halls, you trailed a hand absently along the walls. The sunlight shone brightly outside, and the thickness of the air signaled the height of summer approaching.

Somehow, you found yourself at the far corridor of the west wing. Judging by the sun’s position, it could not be later than noon, and so you thought a bit more exploring could not hurt until you were expected to take your midday meal.

This part of the palace was as pristine as the rest of it, just as clean and untouched, but the energy felt different here. Where you previously felt ignored by the few beings that crossed your path in the halls, here you simply felt… alone. It wasn’t a lonely feeling. On the contrary, you felt peace in the solitude.

At the end of this corridor was a large double door, vaulted, heavy and inlaid with colored tile. It was beautiful, and you couldn’t help but wonder what was inside. After checking to see that you were indeed alone, you placed both hands on the beautiful doors and pushed, making your way inside.

The room that revealed itself to you was a vast library, with towering shelves that seemed never-ending. Sunlight streamed through the large windows, so bright and the air so still that you could see the motes of dust floating.

The way the doors creaked and the difficulty in pushing told you that no one had set foot in here for a very long time. You supposed demons did not really have much time or purpose for human literature, though once again you thought of the books in your chambers. Were they Urizen’s? You doubted it when you thought about it. He had not been to those chambers with you, and it seemed in character for him to arrange a whole separate suite of rooms for you, far away from himself.

You looked again to the library you were in. A shame no one seemed to come here, because this place had been built to take advantage of the sunlight. There were tables and chairs for writing, and cozy little alcoves for reading. You could easily picture yourself spending hours here. Your parents had nurtured a love for reading in you, and you felt a prick of loss at the thought of them.

As you lightly ran your fingers across the spines of the books, reading their titles, the dust stirred. Truly, no one had come in here in recent memory but you. You thought maybe this could be your hideaway, far enough that you could feel even a little like yourself again, and still close enough by that you could easily validate your presence here. All these books would help, too, as would the ones in your bedroom, for crafting more of the stories that had somehow ensnared your husband’s attention. And if, by chance, they held magical knowledge as well, you could do some surreptitious research.

Moreover, it was simply a beautiful place. Even if you were not in the clutches of a devil, you would gladly come here every day.

The sun outside heralded the afternoon, and you knew you would be fetched and served lunch. Quietly, you left the library, closing the doors behind you. You could return another time, you thought. For now, you would acquiesce to the expectations (however little there were) of you.

In the throne room a human was being brought to kneel before the demon king. This man had dared protest his power and struck one of his knights in retaliation. Such insolence demanded punishment, and the decree for him was death.

“Do what you must,” said Urizen. “My power will not be challenged.”

He waved an imperious hand, sprawled as he was on his throne. The guards took the prisoner away, heedless of his piteous cries.

“I did nothing wrong! It was him, he—”

They dragged him to the courtyard, the man’s struggling making a spectacle of the walk. It was just your luck: the window overlooking that courtyard was the one right in front of you.

One of the silent knights struck him across the face with his metal gauntlet. He fell to the ground, and another pulled him onto the chopping block.

His pleas were cut short by the descent of the axe upon his neck.

You stared, barely believing what had happened right in front of your eyes. A man had been killed. You watched the blood spurt, the ground turn red beneath him. Above the body, the branches of a large, leafless tree swayed in the windless air, its bark as white as bone. Red splattered over that bone-white tree, soaked into the earth beneath, and his head rolled on the ground with a heavy thunk.

What had that man done? You weren’t shocked that executions were carried out here at the palace itself, but seeing it was another matter entirely.

Were you going to be next?

You had no stomach for the rest of your meal. You stood, fighting the urge to retch, and took off back to your room. Feeling numb, you hoped that you would not be summoned to attend to your husband in the evening. You weren’t sure you could take another fright in the same day. To distract yourself, you made notes on the story you had started the previous evening, in the case that you would need to provide a continuation. Your mind wandered, far from the confines of the palace walls, as you wove your tale.

Of course, right before you were about to begin your evening toilette, the same devil from the night before came to your room to escort you to Urizen once again. Various other demons came in and out of the palace during the day, but this one was the only one you had encountered at night, not counting the mannequin demons that cleaned and served in the kitchen.

In case this devil was going to remain as your chaperone, you deigned to ask him his name.

“I can’t really say, my lady. But you can call me Tony.”

You noted there was a strange, clipped quality to his words, as if some spell or physicality prevented him from uttering his name. Or maybe you imagined it because demons had different voices than humans. More than that, though—

“Tony?” you echoed. “That’s…” An unusual name for a demon, you were going to say. Much too… human. His face, too, was far more humanlike than the other demons you had encountered.

To your surprise, he chuckled. “A weird name? Sounds better than Urizen, I’d say.”

His nonchalant manner took you off guard. You hadn’t been expecting this at all.

“I only meant that I didn’t expect a devil to have such a normal sounding name,” you explained.

He shrugged. “It doesn’t need to be complicated. Just Tony is fine.”

Before you knew it, you were back again in the great hall, standing before the doors to the throne room. Tony walked ahead of you to open the doors and once again, you saw your husband.

You walked through the large room, one you surmised was the largest one in the entire palace, approaching your spouse. Tony remained outside.

You tried not to let the images from earlier that day distract you too much. The man’s cries. The blood seeping into the ground. The tree that moved by itself.

You nearly crumpled the notes in your hand.

“Wife,” Urizen said, in that deep, dark tone. There was no discernable expression on his obscured face, and none in his voice. You bowed before him and awaited his instruction.

“The tale from yesterday. Continue it.”

You breathed a sigh of relief. As long as this remained all he asked of you, you would be okay, probably. Shuffling through your notes, you began to recite the rest of the story.

Again he offered neither comment nor interjection, or really any reaction at all, which you supposed was the best you could hope for at the moment. The plot you’d woven was fairly basic: the hero of this story was torn between his mission and the growing love between him and the lady who had rescued him, and while he was making to leave, the lady asked to accompany him. She wanted to help him, she said. He did not want to get her involved in his problems.

“This is not just about you!” said she. “I lost loved ones in that attack too. And who’s to say they won’t attack this town too—”

“I have a mission. It’s dangerous.”

“With them out there, everywhere is dangerous,” she said. “I am going whether you want me to or not.”

Cursing his mission for vengeance, she left him to seek a new home for her family.

“What a strange tale,” Urizen said.

“Wh-what?” This was the first time he’d spoken about the story itself. You couldn’t tell whether he meant the comment as a compliment, or as a sign he disliked it, and a shiver of panic rose in you.

“If that is all, you may go.”

You weren’t done, but you also didn’t want to go against his word.

“Then I shall resume tomorrow evening, my lord husband.”

He said nothing, only waving his hand in dismissal. You gathered up your notes, bowed hastily, and left the room.

You wondered—why did he decide to comment on the story now? Was there something about the tale he disliked? He had given no clue as to his feelings, as always. His expression had remained inscrutable and distant. Your hands clenched around your books and papers, frustrated.

Tony was nowhere to be found outside. Alone, you walked back to your room, returning to fitful sleep.

“So? What about it, V?”

There was a crow perched on the top of an armchair in the library, where a young man sat deep in thought.

“Think she’s the one?” the crow asked the young man.

“She has power, I can feel it,” he responded. In his hands he held a book, idly flipping through the pages.

“But what about—"

He interrupted the crow. “She’ll come back. I’ll speak with her then.”

“If you’re sure,” the crow said. “Y’know, I could always fly out there, get her to come if you can’t—”

“No need,” he responded. “What she needs is here. She’ll come back.”

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Cost of the Throne - Chapter 7

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Night was approaching when (Y/N) regained consciousness again. When she fully awoke, she realised that she was in the arms of the man who had just kidnapped her.

When she realised that she was in Vergil’s arms she tried to escape but he was quicker; wrapping his long arms around her waist. (Y/N) struggled against Vergil’s grip, clawing at his arms underneath his navy coat.

“Let me go!” (Y/N) demanded as she struggled.

“Not until you’ve calm down,” Vergil told her.

(Y/N) continued to struggle against him.

“I will only let you go if you don’t try and escape or fight me again,” He told her.

(Y/N) immediately stops her struggle against Vergil. A moment pass as (Y/N) behaved herself in his arms. Once he thought that she wouldn’t run off, he unwrapped his arms from around (Y/N)’s waist. When she was finally free, (Y/N) darted to the other side of the carriage, pushing herself into the corner, making sure that she was the furthest she could be from Vergil.

The half-demon looked at her displease due to her behaviour but stayed quiet.

The silence extended for hours. It only came to a end when the carriage came to a stop.

Vergil was the first to exit the carriage, (Y/N) nervously moved from her corner to investigate the carriage’s door. Vergil was waiting right outside of the carriage’s door, along with several knights probably to make sure that (Y/N) didn’t runway.

The carriage had stopped at a tavern in the middle of nowhere.

The tavern was on the large side with a farm not far from the building. The rooms were probably little bit bigger then the average room along with decent food that would satisfy your stomach until you reach your location or the next tavern.

The king dragged (Y/N) out of the carriage and to his side. Once by the king’s side the knights shut the carriage’s door behind (Y/N). The group moved towards the tavern.

Soon as they entered the tavern the group were greeted by a worker, a young woman about the same age as (Y/N).

“Welcome to Ivy Tavern,” She greeted with a bright smile. Her eyes looked over the group. It must of looked strange, a young Lord with a young woman dressed in men’s clothing and covered in blood, and men surrounding them. “How may I help you tonight?” She nervously asked.

“I would like several rooms for my men. I would also like your best room for I and my wife,” Vergil ordered.

The woman stared at them again before returning to her job.

“Oh! Of course!” She chirped. “Let me book you in first,” She told them. The woman guided them to the front desk to book them in. “That will be three gold coins and three silver,” The woman stated as she finished totalling their stay.

Vergil reach into his long coat to pull out six gold coins.

“Will that been enough?” He asked cooly like he had placed six bronze pennies on the desk and not gold ones.

“Y-Yes. Yes, of course that will be plenty,” The women stuttered.

“Keep the change,” Vergil told her.

“Thank you sir,” The woman thanked him.

She quickly put away the precious coins away before showing them to their rooms.

The knights were shown to their rooms first as their rooms were on a lower floor from the nice room which were on a higher floor.

Once the knights were settled into their room, then the woman guided the half-demon and the doctor to their room.

The woman opened the door to their room. It was larger then your average living area. There was a fireplace soon as you entered the room. A armchair was facing away from the door with a couch facing the fireplace.

Vergil walked passed the woman who had guided them to the room, taking (Y/N) along with him. Vergil placed himself between the door and his fiancee before letting go of her. He reach into his long coat again this time pulling out two gold coins.

“I would like a bath brought up for my wife and dinner brought up to us,”He ordered handing over the gold coins to the female staff member.

“Y-Yes Sir,” The woman said before leaving the room.

During the conversation (Y/N) had managed to removed herself from Vergil’s arms and escaped to the other side of the room, choosing to stand near the large windows. She listen to her kidnapper talk to the woman.

When the woman left the room, Vergil turned his attention to his fiancee.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“Watching the stars,” She coldly answered trying to keep the distance between them but she had place herself in the corner of the room.

(Y/N) tried to move away from the approaching Vergil. But her back hit the corner of the room. As he grew closer to her, (Y/N) tried to dash off out of Vergil’s reach but she already knew that the half-demon will always be faster than herself.

His hand grabbed her arm then pulled the (H/C) to his chest. He once again wrapped his arms around her body. (Y/N) once again struggle against Vergil’s arms.

“Stop acting like a spoil brat,” Vergil told her.

His words immediately stilled (Y/N)’s struggle but she didn’t remain still for long. Her body began to shake. Soon laughter bubbled out of her mouth. Her laughter reaching the level of hysterical.

“I’m being a spoil brat!” She repeated his words. “It’s not like I’ve just been kidnapped from my home by a man who plans to use me as a tool for his own desire!” She cried.

Vergil kept a hold of (Y/N) as she let her anger out.

“Quebel needs you,” Vergil told her.

The doctor let out another hysterical laugh.

“Do the people of Quebel really want the bastard of the mad tyrant Harald-Mallory?” She asked him.

“The people of Quebel need someone of Rose-Griffiths’ blood on the throne,” He replied.

“I guess none of my cousins are available,” (Y/N) commented.

Vergil let out a tired sigh at her behaviour before they were interrupted by a knock that came at the room’s door.

“Don’t cause anymore trouble,” Vergil told her as he let go of her.

The white hair half-man walked to the door whilst (Y/N) returned to staring out of the window. She heard Vergil answer the door. The person on the other side of the door was one of Vergil’s knights bringing up some of his luggage up to the room. (Y/N) listen carefully to Vergil as he brought the luggage into the room and placed it on the bed. She then could hear him opening the luggage and started to rummage through the content.

After while another knock at the door. Vergil moved to answer the door again. This time at the door was two male staff members bringing up a wooden tub for the bath that Vergil had ordered. The men set up the tub in the middle of the room behind the couch. For the next thirty minutes a woman kept coming into the room, pouring hot water into the tub until it was filled.

Once she heard the door close, (Y/N) turned to look at the bath. A table had been placed near by the tub with a towel on it, then she notice there was no partition to separate those ice blue eyes from the skin of her body.

“What’s wrong, (Y/N)?” Vergil asked when he notice that she wasn’t moving to get into the bath.

Ignoring the shiver that went down her spine, (Y/N) flicked her (E/C) eyes to the half-demon. Vergil was now sitting in the armchair which had a perfect view of the tub, with a book in his hand.

“There’s no partition,” She meekly pointed out.

“So?” He said with a raise eyebrow.

“I’m not stripping in front of you!” She hissed at him.

Vergil let out amuse huff.

“In the near future you will,” He commented as he got up from the chair. “But I am gentleman so I will respect your wish to bathe with no preying eyes,” He told her as he moved to the couch that was facing away from the tub.

“Gentleman,” She laughed under her breath. “What kind of gentleman kidnaps a woman and forces her to marry him,” She muttered.

(Y/N) waited for a couple of minutes to make sure that Vergil didn’t turn around before stripping herself of her bloody clothes.

“There is a bag full of oils and soap for you on the bed,” Vergil told her, his voice causing her to jump.

(Y/N) found said bag next to the luggage. She picked up the small lavender bag and place it on the table with the towel.

With one last glance at the white hair man, (Y/N) removed her arms that where hiding her body from prying eyes to get into the tub, facing away from the couch.

The (H/C) let out a sigh when she settled into the scorching water. It had been a month or two since she was able to wash herself. The hospital had been busy even before the riots.

(Y/N) washes away the two months worth of dirt, blood and her life in Ckville. And even after she washed herself, she stayed in the tub until the water grew cold. She got up and wrapped the towel around her body before she stepped out of the wooden container. She returns to the bed intending to put her old clothes back on.

“Don’t,” Vergil warned.

(Y/N) glance over her shoulder to look at Vergil. He was looking down at his lap, most likely reading a book.

“I left out new clothes for you,” He informed her.

Laying on the bed next to the luggage was a bundle of fabric. (Y/N) had notice them when she was retrieving the soap bag for her bath. She hesitated whether or not to put on the clothes that Vergil had brought her but she realise if she didn’t put on those clothes herself, Vergil would do it himself. Goosebumps rose across her body at the thought.

(Y/N) move to the clothing. She search for the shift. Putting the shift on first before removing the towel; she then search for the stockings and put them on when she found them. She tied the garters above her knees. Looking back at the clothing, (Y/N) tried to remember what came next after putting on the shift and stockings.

“Do you need help?” Vergil asked.

(Y/N) jumped at the sound of his voice again. She glance over her shoulder to see Vergil was doing the same thing.

“No,” She answered, quickly looking back at the clothing.

Vergil let out a sigh before getting up from the couch. He made his way over to her.

“I told you I don’t need your help,” She told him but the half-demon was already behind her.

The only thing separating their bodies was their clothing.

“Stop being stubborn,” He told her.

(Y/N) felt Vergil’s chest pressing against her back as he lent forward to grab the next piece of clothing that she needed to put on. Vergil also place his hand on (Y/N)’s stomach to keep his balance but caused (Y/N)’s arse to be pushed against his groin.

‘He’s doing this on purpose!’ (Y/N)’s mind screamed.

Vergil return to his former position with the next piece of clothing for (Y/N). The (H/C) looked at the stays in front of her. She took the clothing out of the man’s hands and put it on. She fixed the stays in place then waited for Vergil to lace up the back. (Y/N) felt him starting to lace up the back of the stays. The time passed tediously as Vergil carefully lace up the stays.

Vergil stepped back away from (Y/N) once he was finish.

The young woman continued to dress herself. She put on the under petticoat then the scarlet petticoat. Once there were put on, (Y/N) then put on the matching scarlet top which Vergil also laced up for her.

When Vergil was finish he stepped away from his fiancee. She returned to trying to ignored the half-demon’s presence, choosing to focus on drying her hair.

She could feel those ice blue eyes on her. A hand grabbed her arm spend her around.

“Wha-!?” She gasped as she was turned around but she couldn’t yell at Vergil due to the look in his eyes.

(Y/N) couldn’t tell what emotions was in those stunning cold eyes.

His eyes scanned her body leaving (Y/N) feeling vulnerable.

“There suit you,” Vergil told her.

With that Vergil returned to the couch.

(Y/N) was left confuse on the spot at the man’s sudden change in behaviour but dismiss it turning her attention back to her (H/C) locks. Looking through the luggage she founded a comb to brush her hair with.

(Y/N) decided to French braid her hair. During the time she was doing her hair, two male members of staff returned to take away the tub.

After the men left the room, the future couple were left alone for a few hours until the staff brought up their dinner.

The staffs put the meal on the small dining table. They were being service small bowl of a whitish soup, along with a plate of roasted meat, boiled potatoes and assortment of other vegetables and some tarts along with a jug probably filled with a wine.

When the staff left the room Vergil got up from the couch and walked over to the dining table. His eyes met her’s as he walked over to the table. His eyes gave a silent command and warning at the same time.

(Y/N) made no argument and quietly made her way to the table as well.

Being the gentleman he was, Vergil pulled out the chair for his fiancee. (Y/N) said nothing to him when he push her. And once he was seated they began their dinner.

(Y/N) reached out for the soup first, bringing the bowl up to her lips. This action cause a disgruntle growl from the other side of the table. (E/C) eyes looked up to the scowling face of Vergil. It took a moment for her to realise why he was scowling at her. She place the bowl back on the table realising that wasn’t how member of the royal household should eat. (Y/N) picked up the spoon laying on the table before she began to eat again.

“Seems that you have forgotten your manners and lessons,” Vergil stated.

“Manners and my lessons that I had don’t help you in life,” (Y/N) shot back.

“Well, I guess you should swiftly remember them, you’re going to need them for ruling Quebel,” He told her.

“What…?” (Y/N) was shocked by what he had just told her.

“Oh yes, I haven’t explained any of my plans to you,” Vergil said. “You will be ruling Quebel on my behalf as I have my hands full with Fortuna and Mallet. And along with ruling, you will give birth to three heirs. One for each kingdom,” He informed her.

“Three!?” (Y/N) exclaimed.

“Yes,” He confirmed. “I would like the kingdom’s to be separated after my death,” He added on.

“There’s no way I can rule a country!” (Y/N) told him.

It was absurd to think someone like her could run a kingdom. The crown princes like Vergil, her father and Henry were taught from birth how to rule a country and the dance that one needed to do to keep nobles, allies and the people happy. How was she going to learn that in such small amount of time.

“You will learn,” Vergil assured her. “You will have me by your side if you have any question,” He added.

The news that she would be ruling Quebel made her sick to the stomach. (Y/N) looked down at her dinner, she didn’t want to eat anymore but force herself to.

When dinner was finish (Y/N) moved herself to the bed to think about what Vergil had told her. Can she really rule Quebel? Her homeland was a foreign place to her as she spent most of her time learning and celebrating Mallet and Malletine holidays ready for when she was suppose to given away to Mundus. Not to mention she never left the palace grounds until she run away to Prildo Ira.

(Y/N) shook her head to get rid all of those thoughts. There didn’t matter, she was going to find away out of this horrible marriage.

Once her thoughts were settled, the woman stripped herself down to her shift then jumped into the bed. She slept on the furthest side away from Vergil, who had returned to the couch after dinner. She hope that he wouldn’t come and join her.

(Y/N) stayed awake for what felt ages with her thoughts still bouncing around. Then finally, she felt herself slipping off to sleep.

On the verge of sleep (Y/N) felt something warm against her cheek.

“Goodnight (Y/N),” A voice sweetly whispered to her.

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A Blue Devil’s Valentine

The cold nip in the air had become a bite as darkness approached. Thick flakes of snow started to fall from the grey sky above, landing on the bustling streets below. Falling onto the happy couples on their way to celebrate Valentine’s Day with each other.

(F/N) watched them with envy as she had to spend another Valentine’s Day alone. Her boyfriend was much more focus on his endless quest for power than her.

The (H/C)-haired woman shoved her face into her woollen scarf as she walked passed all the happy couples on the street.

‘I need a drink,’ (F/N) thought as she trekked passed another sparkling shop with a lovely Valentine’s Day display.

The walk to the pub was short. The pub was surprisedly quiet when the woman entered the building. The usual regulars sat at their table at the centre of the pub. A couple of men and some gloomy women sitting at the bar.

(F/N) made her way to the bar to order a beer for herself. Once she got her beer she moved to a booth to quietly drink.

Three pints later, (F/N) felt a bit of buzz from the alcohol. She happily sat there thinking about what to get for dinner.

‘A Chinese sounds nice’ She thought as she nursed her last pint.

“Hello there,” A male voice said to her.

Her (E/C) eyes looked up to find a man maybe a little bit older than her. He was dressed in trendy clothes, she could smell his strong cologne from her side of the table.

“May I help you?” (F/N) asked.

A smirk appeared across his face as he eyed her up.

“What’s a beautiful lady like you doing alone on this day?” He asked back.

‘Oh, he’s a player,’ (F/N) realised.

This man was most likely hitting on unfortunate ladies who didn’t have a partner to spend Valentine with. Unfortunately for this guy, she did have a boyfriend, who she wasn’t about to cheat on.

The (H/C)-haired woman downed the rest of her pint before gathering her things.

“Not interested,” (F/N) told him as she moved to gather her things.

The man looked shocked at her rebuttal but once he realised that she was leaving, he rushed to block her from leaving.

“Come on babe,” He whispered to her. “You don’t have to be ashamed that you couldn’t get a date for Valentine,” He quietly said, trying to get closer to (F/N).

“I have a boyfriend!” She hissed at the cunt.

“That’s what all the ladies say,” He smirked at her as he invaded her personal space.

“I’ll give you five seconds to back off or I will deck you,” (F/N) warned him.

“No need to be like that babe,” The man pushed.

(F/N) was about to raise her fist to punched the man but seemed like someone had beaten her to the punch.

The man was on the floor clutching his shoulder screaming in pain.

“Vergil?” (F/N) said as she saw her boyfriend standing in front of her.

Vergil had a furious look on his face. The half-demon reached out for his girlfriend, dragging her out of the pub.

“Vergil!” (F/N) exclaimed as Vergil pulled her. “What are you doing here!?”

“What were you doing there?” He questioned.

“I wanted a drink?” She told him.

“Why?”

“What? I-I don’t need a reason to go and have a drink!” She told him.

Vergil stopped walking at her answer. (F/N) stayed silent unsure what kind of mood he was in now.

He then suddenly turned around and pushed her into the alley that was nearby.

“Ver-” (F/N) shouted before Vergil swallowed it with a kiss.

His hands were already under her jumper, fondling her bra cladded breasts. Vergil pushed up the bra’s cup to play with her nipples.

“Vergil,” (F/N) moaned when Vergil parted from her mouth.

But it wasn’t long until Vergil pulled her into another heated kiss.

One of Vergil’s hands slipped down to her jeans and into her panties to play with her intimate area. His finger circled around her clit.

(F/N)’s moans and mewls become louder but were muffled by her boyfriend’s lips.

The half-demon moved from (F/N)’s lips to her neck, littering it with love bites and hickeys.

“Vergil!” The woman moaned loudly.

“You might want to be a bit more quiet dear or would you like an audience?” Said man teased her.

Her (E/C) eyes darted to the alley’s entrance, seeing all the people walking pass blissfully unaware what was happening in the alley.

Her clit was pinched which cause a squeak to leave (F/N)’s mouth.

(F/N) shot Vergil a dirty look as a smirk appeared on the devilish handsome’s face.

The woman tried her best to remain silent as her boyfriend moved his fingers from her clit to her cunt, teasingly circled around her opening. This earned him muffled whines from (F/N).

Vergil removed his head from her neck, he pulled up her jumper exposing her breasts to the frigid air. The frigid air caused her nipples to become stiff. Vergil’s lips wrapped around one of those stiffen buds, gently sucking earning more muffled moans. As his mouth was devouring her nipple, Vergil pushed two fingers into the (H/C)-haired woman.

“Are you enjoying this, my love?” He mockingly asked, looking up from her boobs.

“Vergil!” (F/N) whined as she felt herself coming close to cumming.

“What is it, my love?” He asked, detaching his lips from her breasts.

“I want… want you inside of me,” She mumbled.

“What was that?” He whispered into her ear.

“I want your cock inside of me,” She told him.

Vergil pulled away from (F/N) then turned her around, pushing her against the wall she just had her back against. He pulled her jeans down along with her panties revealing how wet she was to Vergil and the world.

Vergil unfastened his belt, releasing his hard cock from the confines of his tight leather trousers.

The half-demon rubbed his cock against her leaking cunt to tease her a little a bit more before he entered her.

(F/N) tried to hold in her shameless moan when her boyfriend entered her, whilst Vergil let out a deep growl when he entered the familiar warmth of (F/N)’s tight cunt.

The half-demon started his thrusting fast not allowing his girlfriend anytime to adjust.

“Vergil,” (F/N) shamelessly moaned unable to hold it in anymore.

Vergil pressed his chest to her back as he leant forward so his hands could play with her breast and clit.

“You’re not being quiet are you,” Vergil told her.

“I don’t fucking care anymore” (F/N) curse at Vergil. “Just hurry up,” She demanded.

“So impatient,” Vergil laughed.

Vergil continued to brutally thrust into (F/N), bringing them both closer to their orgasm.

(F/N) felt Vergil’s hand leave her breast. It moved to her face turning it to the side so he could kiss her as well as swallow all of her lovely moans.

The knot in (F/N)’s stomach was tightening. It kept tightening until it snapped.

Her scream was swallowed by the kiss.

Vergil wasn’t far behind her. He released inside of her.

When the young man had withdrawn from his partner he quickly pulled her panties and jeans so his leaking cum would soak them.

The couple took a few minutes to clean themselves up and adjust their clothing.

“What was that about?” (F/N) enquired.

Vergil didn’t answer his girlfriend, just focus on tidying his ascot.

The (H/C)-haired woman let out a huffed.

“Jealous or something?” She asked.

The half-demon let out a huff of his own.

“Maybe I am annoyed that my girlfriend went out drinking by herself,” He answered.

“Well all of my friends are busy celebrating Valentine’s Day with their partners,” (F/N) told him.

“Valentine’s Day…” Vergil echoed. “That’s today?”

“Yeah, and has been for the last one thousand four hundred years,” She sarcastically told him.

The white-haired man had a strange aura around him as he looked to the entrance of the alley to see a shop’s Valentine’s Day display.

“I see,” Vergil mumbled.

Vergil turned to face (F/N). He held his arm out like a Victorian gentleman.

“I know this isn’t your ideal Valentine’s day date but would you like to spend the rest of your night with me?” He asked.

“Only if you buy dinner,” She smirked as she took his arm.

“What do you have in mind?” He asked as he guided them out of the alley.

“A Chinese,” She told him.

The two of them walked to (F/N)’s favourite Chinese restaurant before they returned to the woman’s flat, to enjoy their meal and each other company.

53 notes • Posted 2021-02-14 09:43:53 GMT

Me remembers the reason why we says 'bless you' after sneeze is because people used to think when sneeze, you were getting rid of a demon trying to possess you.

Me:Does that mean every time Dante or Vergil sneeze they become less demon?

55 notes • Posted 2021-06-17 23:46:57 GMT

Can I get vergil/f!reader where vergil walks in on reader trying on lingerie, and decides hes gotta ruin a few pieces... right this second?

Here you go Varen! Sorry it wasn’t right this second <3.

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Her heart was in her throat as she raced up the stairs to her apartment. As someone who doesn’t have a lot of confidence, (Y/N) was eager to return to her home as she didn’t want any of her neighbours asking what she had in the box.

Her heart only calmed down once she was in the safety of her bedroom. The nervousness in her heart turned into giddy excitement.

Her order from the lingerie website had finally arrived. (Y/N) had ordered three sets bra and panties with some garter belts as she wanted to spice up her sex life with her boyfriend, as she felt comfortable with him to do stuff like this with him.

She opened to the cardboard box to pull out the first set.

This set was a set brought because it was cute. The bra was halter-neck stayed that tried around the neck. There was a stylish hole in the centre revealing the side of breast with a single lilac criss-cross ribbon in the hole. The set was violet with white and lilac passion flowers across the fabric.

(Y/N) stripped herself of her clothes and underwear so she could try on her new set. The halter-neck was comfortable and fitted her breast nicely though the thong felt a little bit uncomfortable since she ever wore a thong before. (Y/N) put the garter belt on to complete the look.

(Y/N) pushed her burgundy hair out of her face so she could admire the lingerie on her body in the floor-length mirror. The set looked nice on her.

“This piece is too cute,” (Y/N) said to herself. “I might just keep this one for myself. I don’t want it getting ruin,” She added.

“How selfish of you,” Her boyfriend told her.

The (H/C)-haired woman let out a scream then spun around to see him standing at her bedroom door. She hadn’t been expecting him to come over today.

“Vergil!” She exclaimed. “What are you doing here!?” She asked.

“I wanted to surprise you but it seems that I am the one with the surprise,” He stated, stalking over to her.

(Y/N) felt like a little rabbit facing down a hungry wolf.

Vergil wrapped his arms around (Y/N)’s waist pulling her body closer to him. His hands run up and down her curves.

A heavy blush appeared across her cheeks. She felt her body become hot under the blue devil’s lustful gaze.

“Why would you want to hide this from me?” He asked turning her back around to face the mirror again.

His hands groped her lace-clad breast, pinching her nipples through the material of the bra. (Y/N) let out a shameless moan at the stimulus.

“You do look lovely in it,” Vergil compliment her, running his hands over her body again.

“Thank you,” (Y/N) stuttered.

Vergil pulled the cups to the side of (Y/N)’s breast so he could tease her nipple more.

(Y/N) moaned as Vergil played with nipples. She leant forward holding onto the mirror in front of her as her boyfriend pushed his knee in-between her legs, rubbing it against her cunt.

Once the devil could smell that his girlfriend was wet enough, he removed his knee from in-between her legs. (Y/N) watched from the glassy surface as Vergil undid his belt to his trousers. When he pulled out his hard cock from the confines of his trousers he rubbed it against her clothed entrance before removing the thong from it. He then rubbed his cock against her Labia to gather up slick before penetrating her.

Vergil gripped her hips and roughly thrusting into her.

It didn’t take them long to cum. (Y/N) first with Vergil following shortly behind her.

When Vergil pulled out of her, (Y/N)’s legs felt like jelly after the fuck so kept ahold of the mirror until her legs felt fine again. She could also feel Vergil’s cum leaking out of her causing her to grimace.

Then she heard the sound of clothes rustling. (Y/N) turned around to see Vergil removing his vest and coat.

Vergil gave her a wicked smirk.

“I don’t know what you were worried about,” He gesturing to her lingerie. “I didn’t ruin it,” He said.

“Oh, shut it,” She told him as she fixed her bra and thong.

She then watched as the half-demon pulled out a second set of lingerie from the box.

That set was the one made from admiral blue lace.

Vergil handed it to (Y/N) with a silent command.

The (H/C)-haired woman stripped herself of the violet lingerie to put on the blue one that her boyfriend had handed her.

The set consisted of the bra and a thong. The bra had straps hugging the outline of her breast with lace in the centre, covering her nipples. The thong was a similar style but the lace only covered her lower lips. There were also small bows decorating the thong and bra.

When (Y/N) turned to face Vergil again she could see that the lust in his eyes hand intensified.

“How does it look?” She shyly asked.

The devil growled at her. The growl causing her to flinch. She knew that the growl wasn’t one of angry but one of approval.

(Y/N) looked down to see that her boyfriend was already semi-hard again.

“I’m not ready for you yet,” Vergil told him. “But you could help with that,” He smirked.

(Y/N) knew what to do.

She got onto her knees in-between Vergil’s legs. (Y/N) took his half-hard cock into her hands. She took the tip into her mouth and gently sucked on it. As she sucked on the tip (Y/N) ran her tongue across his slit, earning her a growl of pleasure. The (H/C) wrapped her hand around his shaft pumping as she sucked on the head. When his cock had become hard enough she slowly started to take it into her mouth.

Vergil gripped her (H/C) locks forcing his cock further into her mouth. Then when he was closer Vergil pulled her mouth off of his cock.

(Y/N) looked up to her boyfriend to see what to do next. He pulled her off of the floor into his lap.

(Y/N)’s legs were on ether side of his with her hands resting on his shoulders.

Vergil ran his fingers over the her clothed cunt. He teased her clit through the thong. He then moved the thong aside and lend back. (Y/N) then wordless lowered herself onto Vergil’s cock.

(Y/N) bounced herself on the cock as Vergil grips her hips and watched.

It didn’t much to make (Y/N) cum again but Vergil held on. He continued to thrust through her orgasm and into her third when he released his seeds into her again.

(Y/N) cling onto her boyfriend burying her into his neck as she came down from her orgasms. She groaned as he felt move. She watched as him pull out the last set of lingerie out of the box.

Her face became hot again as she realise what set he was holding.

“This one now,” Vergil ordered.

She took the lingerie piece and dash off to the ensuite bath. Her behaviour cause Vergil to raise a eyebrow. He also wondered why she had rushed to her bath to change and not change in her bedroom like how she did last time.

The half-demon wait patiently for his girlfriend return.

When (Y/N) returned for the bathroom, her face was as red as one of Dante’s coat. Her arms were covering her chest.

She slowly shuffled towards Vergil, ending back up in-between his legs again.

“What wrong, my dear?” Vergil asked noticing the change in her behaviour. She had become shy and bashful.

(Y/N) just looked down at the feet and didn’t answered.

Vergil let out a sigh. He reach out to her arm to remove them from her chest. When he did he was greeted by the site of her perk nipple. He took in the site and realise that the lingerie set that she was wearing was a quarter-cup bra.

The lingerie was mainly made up of black lace with pink silk on the middle section of bra and cup but lace went over it. The panties and garter belt, the also notice she had added stockings to the outfit.

Vergil gripped her hips bringing her closer to his body. He took one of her nipples into his mouth. He sucked on that nipple whilst his hand played with the other one. When he grew bored with that nipple, the devil kissed his u her chest and to her neck. He litter her neck with kisses, bites and hickeys slowly moving across her neck then traveling back down to her another nipple.

All the time (Y/N) was moaning and whining.

She took Vergil’s hand and guided it to her aching entrance. His finger graze the wetness of her cunt.

When he realise that he had uninterrupted contact to her cunt he throw (Y/N) onto the bed. Vergil open her legs to see what he felt. The panties that she was wearing had no crotch, leaving a uninterrupted access to her inmate part.

The half-demon watched as his seeds leaked out of (Y/N)’s cunt. He let out loud growl before thrusting into her. He angle her hips so he could hit her g-spot as well as using thumb to massage her clit.

It wasn’t long until (Y/N) was cumming for her fourth time.

Vergil pulled out whilst his girlfriend was still cumming. He pulled her face to his, bringing her into a passionate kiss.

As they kiss, Vergil moved (Y/N) onto her side. Her back was pressed against his chest. He lifted up one of her legs when she had clam down from her orgasm, he thrusted into again.

He thrusted into her gently. His index finger slowly tracing circles around her clit. His another hand played with her breast.

“Such an adventurous girl, aren’t you,” Vergil whispered into her ear. “Buying such a dirty clothes to please me,” He added, nibbling on her ear lobe.

“I’m happy that you like them,” (Y/N) moaned.

“Very,” He replied as kissed her behind her ear.

Vergil picked his pace, thrusting into her faster. It didn’t take long for them to cum. Vergil continued to thrusting his hips to milk (Y/N).

Their breaths filled the room as the couple lay there coming down from their pleasure. Vergil removed himself from (Y/N) for the last time. He place a kiss on her forehand.

“You did a good job,” The half-demon praised.

(Y/N) kissed his cheek.

“Thank you,” She said. “I’m really glad you like the lingerie sets. I was super nervous about trying it since I’ve never done anything like before,” The (H/C) confessed.

Vergil lightly kissed her lips.

“I am honoured that you were comfortable to do something like this with me,” He said with tiny smile on his lips.

The two of them cuddle for a little bit longer before Vergil carried her of to the bath room get clean.

64 notes • Posted 2021-02-09 18:23:08 GMT

Vergil turns into a woman

Reader as Vergil's O/S: What happen to you!?

Dante turns into a woman

Reader as Dante's O/S: Why are boobs so big!?

108 notes • Posted 2021-01-30 21:48:11 GMT

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The Blue Eyed King’s Gift

Welcome back to another chapter of this story! Have you already guessed which fairy tales is it inspired by? You can find one of the answers in the tags below.

Tagging @v-vic, if you wish to be tagged you can let me know at any moment.

I also want to give special thanks to @thottyonmainsquid for beta reading and offering her great and brilliant advice, as well as our discord server for their support and inspiring shenanigans.

Pairings: Vergil x Fem Reader

Warnings: War and violence. Mild gory descriptions, nothing too explicit.

Part One - Part Three - Part Four

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Part Two

Once upon a time, there existed a vast kingdom ruled by a great and powerful demon who possessed a heart as merciful and gentle as that of a human.

At the beginning of his reign, the Demon King bestowed upon all the humans of his land the ancient magic of his kind, quite unlike his predecessors that kept said magic to themselves selfishly alongside a few nobles of demonic heritage. With this wonderful gift, the inhabitants were able to access greater knowledge, developing more advanced technologies that greatly improved their lives. Soon enough the kingdom grew larger than ever before, making alliances with neighboring countries in order to selflessly share their magic and science with those who needed it most. Such was the will of the Demon King, who reigned over the peaceful land for centuries.

One day, the king fell in love with a human woman, and took the ultimate decision to renounce his immortality in order to spend the rest of his days with her as his beloved queen. From this union, two children were born, twin little boys with pristine white hair and blue eyes. The entire kingdom was overjoyed at the news, a long lasting celebration was held in honor of the newborn princes. As time passed, the twins grew up to become well respected nobles among the people, as well as skilled swordsmen just like their father. The younger one had a spirit like the sun, warm and vibrant; the older one had a spirit like the moon, calm and piercing.

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Many years later, the Demon King and his beloved queen passed away at their shared bed due to old age, both with a peaceful smile on their faces at the fulfilling lives they had shared with each other. At their passing, the elder brother was crowned as king of Fortuna in a most luscious ceremony which hosted many representatives of their allied countries. The Blue Eyed King was able to reign as benevolently and wisely as his late father; however, he would often question his trust in some of Fortuna’s allies, concerns that he kept even after his crowning.

During a festival at the town square, someone caught the monarch’s attention, a beautiful maiden with a heart of gold lively dancing and twirling to the cheery music. At the end of the song, their eyes locked for a few moments that seemed almost eternal, and he knew he just had to meet her. Love blossomed between them, which some time later led to a joyful marriage between the two. The king and queen lived together with great happiness, their love as profound as the immensity of the universe.

Such happiness wouldn’t last long.

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After a medical checkup, the couple was informed that the young queen could not bear any children. The news absolutely devastated her, driving her into a severe depression that kept her isolated in her private chambers for months to come. In his despair to help his wife, the king did everything in his power to aid her in her malady. Every single medic was summoned to the palace, doctors, healers, therapists… the young king prayed every day and night for the recovery of his beloved, always tending to her side and holding her close as many times as she allowed him too.

One day, after many painful months, the queen finally gathered some energy and emerged from her chambers, much to the relief of all the servants and the young king himself. She made one single request to her husband.

She showed him a small bag of seeds “My beloved. Allow me to plant these seeds in our royal garden, and tend to them with my very own hands. I don’t wish to be helped by our servants and gardeners, who have already done so much for me these past months. Please, let me be the only one to nurture these seeds.”

As much as he wanted to protest her decision to work despite her health condition, the king obliged. Whatever it took to make his love recover her lost happiness, he would gladly accept.

The next months, the queen would be seen tending to the seeds she planted in the garden, which eventually grew into many exquisite blue roses thanks to her love and dedication. The king was filled with joy knowing that his wife had finally started to smile again, little by little did she recover and soon she was back into her usual cheery self.

None of them would have expected the tragedy that was about to fall upon the kingdom.

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They attacked at midnight while everyone slumbered. Loud explosions from their cannons shattered the calm atmosphere of the night, reducing buildings and homes to rubble and dust.

Nobody would have expected that this particular allied country would ever consider the benefits given by Fortuna as simply not enough for them. Envious and greedy, they wanted the great kingdom’s power and riches all for themselves.

As his twin rushed to take care of the siege engines surrounding the city, the Blue Eyed King and his army fought valiantly against the enemy who planned to infiltrate the grand palace. He had struck down another group of soldiers with a graceful cut from his demon sword Yamato when an all too familiar scream made his blood run cold. Looking around frantically, he spotted through the corner of his eye the queen running towards the royal garden. The king immediately bolted after his beloved, only to stop dead in his tracks at what he saw once he reached her.

The queen laid lifeless on the exact same roses she had planted months ago, the blooms now crushed and their petals painted red with her blood. Towering before her, the very own general that commanded such an act of treason against Fortuna, standing victoriously arrogant at the murder he had commited.

At that moment something broke inside the king. Everything happening around him became mere white noise as pure rage and sorrow drowned his rationality. A blaze of blue fire enveloped the king as he embraced his demonic heritage, and with a mighty roar that shattered the night skies above and the earth below, he unleashed his fury at the ones that took his love away.

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Everyone watched in horror as a dark atmosphere consumed the entire city, even the soldiers stopped fighting and froze on their sports as the heavy darkness wrapped around everything it could touch.

And then, it happened.

It was strangely beautiful, the way thousands of light beams shot instantaneously through the air like fractals of blue energy, followed shortly by a delicate hum that resonated everywhere, not unlike the chirping of birds at breaking dawn. The lights illuminated the streets as if it were a sunny day despite being in the dead of the night. All who bore witness to the otherworldly display found themselves hypnotized by its beauty, the sight so alluring, so alluring...

And just as it had begun, it ended, like a lightning breaking through the storm in a matter of seconds. During that time nobody dared make a move, too stunned at what they had just witnessed.

The Blue Eyed King sheathed his sword.

One by one, every single soldier from the enemy country fell to the ground in unrecognizable pieces, a sickening sound as their remains sploshed and bloodied the streets. It was a nightmarish sight, how an entire army was eradicated in just an instant and in such a grotesque manner.

Silence reigned over the ruined kingdom once more, as if a war had never happened in the first place.

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The prince rushed to the palace, knowing something must have happened to his older brother after realization had hit him. His imposing red wings pierced the sky as he flew, a twisted feeling that tugged at his heart telling him that something must have gone terribly wrong.

As he landed at the now rundown garden, he saw his brother’s true demon form thrashing around in torment.

Overwhelmed by his grief, the king kept ripping and tearing down the now mangled body of the opposing general. Even his own demon sword laid forgotten on the ground as he preferred to discharge his wrath with his very own claws.

The prince immediately seized him, trying his best to calm down his brother. However, the beast inside him had completely consumed him, leaving only a primal creature thirsty for blood and revenge.

Suddenly, an unexpected cry resonated through the garden, interrupting the fight between the twin brothers.

Both demons stood bewildered as the high pitched wailing continued, breaking the silence that permeated the garden. The Blue Demon quickly scanned the area, looking for the source of the strange noise, his breaths slowly evening out as he started to recover some of his lost clarity.

His blue fiery eyes widened as he noticed the sound was coming just next to the corpse of his long lost queen.

Without losing a minute the beast prowled towards her body. Upon closer inspection, her arms seemed to be enclosed around something, as if protecting it and keeping it safe until her very last breath. Ever so carefully, the Blue Demon pried her arms open, minding the sharp talons that had replaced his human nails.

In her embrace, a single intact blue rose laid. The bud was abnormally bigger than the rest of the blooms that laid broken around her, gigantic even. As the king focused on the bizarre flower, he realized that the cries were coming from inside it, just as he too observed a few slight movements on its soft inner petals

In the most gentle and careful manner, the beast opened the rose bud. What he found inside brought tears to his eyes.

Two newborn babies were cuddled inside the unnatural flower, flailing their tiny limbs and crying in distress. The infants had pale rosy skin, soft white tufts of hair crowned atop of their heads.

The king turned beast stood astonished at the sight, not expecting to find such innocent lives at the now crumbled ruins that were once his and his wife’s garden.

Scales turned into flesh, talons transformed into lithe fingers. The king slowly reached for the children with shaky arms, pulling them out of the rose and cradling them against his chest. The babies nuzzled after the warmth he exuded, one that soothed their alarmed cries little by little. It was then that they finally fluttered their eyes open, and the king let out a startled gasp.

One had light blue eyes like an endless ocean at peace, very much like the kings’ own. The other had mesmerizing green eyes like a lively forest, very much like… His heart swelled with both joy and melancholy. The child’s eyes were very much like his beloved queens’.

What the monarch failed to realize at that moment was that this was his beloved’s last gift. Unbeknownst to him, amidst the doctors that had been summoned to treat her infertility, there was an elderly woman who was praised for her unique medicinal practices involving a combination of magic and science. Knowing this, the queen begged for her help as soon as she had recognized her presence in her chambers.

The elderly woman gifted her a small satchel full of magic-imbued seeds, instructing her to add a drop of her own blood as well as one of the king’s into the satchel before planting them, warning that the seeds would only grow by the hands of the queen herself. According to her words, one of the roses would bear a child after 9 months, an heir with the same blood used to soak the seeds at the beginning.

After offering her heartfelt gratitude to the healer, the queen set to work as soon as possible, one night even pricking her husband’s finger while he slept in order to follow those same instructions. She worked day and night, tending to the roses while ignoring the worrying looks of the servitude and those of the king himself. Above all, the queen prayed to the gods every morning she would get up to keep gardening. When she noticed one of the roses growing much more than the others, the smile she thought long lost had finally returned.

The infants stared at the man holding them before raising their small hands, reaching for his face as they giggled ever so sweetly.

For the first time in his life, the Blue Eyed King broke into tears, now understanding why his beloved was in such a rush making her way to the garden.

These children were his sons, his and his queen’s very own flesh and blood.

She had given her life to save their children.

The king hugged the little boys in his arms tightly, tears after tears cascaded down his face. His younger brother, now back into his human self, fell to his knees and embraced his brother, hoping to alleviate some of his brother’s pain as he too broke down.

He could barely hear his brother’s words as he spoke between heartbreaking sobs. “No mortal shall ever cause you pain, my beautiful children. I am your father, and until my very last breath, I shall protect you.”

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As dawn broke, all the surviving Fortunians were gathered in front of the palace gates. By order of the king, every single inhabitant of the kingdom had been relocated to the citadel which will later be rebuilt and occupied.

Before everyone, the Blue Eyed King vowed and swore to protect his people by all means necessary. And if it meant cutting ties with the rest of the world, then so shall be his will and command. Fortuna had been betrayed by who they considered an ally, and he will make sure a tragedy like this one would never happen again.

For the sake of his people. For the sake of his sons.

The king unsheathed his sword, and with an all-powerful cut, he split the land around the great citadel and the surrounding villages, severing all cuts with the outside world and enveloping it in a magical barrier.

In the blink of an eye, the Great Kingdom of Fortuna was gone.

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Once upon a time, there existed a vast kingdom ruled by a great and powerful demon. However, every remnant of its existence vanished without leaving any trace behind. As ages went by, nature grew and reclaimed the unoccupied land, eventually forming a thick forest where all kinds of wild creatures lived in harmony.

For the rest of humanity, Fortuna had been long lost. This, however, couldn’t be further than the truth.

The great kingdom still stood proud and prosperous, albeit in another plane of existence cut off from all mundane ties to our world. A plane of existence where even time itself behaved in the most different and unexpected ways possible.

It was a bit difficult at the beginning, but the inhabitants soon adapted to their environment without any more trouble. In no time they managed to rebuild their homes and return to their normal lifestyles, now convinced that the decision made by the Blue Eyed King was the best for everyone.

Peace once again reigned over the kingdom. And as long as its existence remained a secret to the outside world, nothing shall ever take it away.

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