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Tenderness
AU Reverse Therapy
Previous Part: Peaceful Sleep, Next Part: Feast
Summary: Red corsairs find it harder to keep their desires while the girl becomes attached to them.
Pairing: Chaos!Lamenter/fem!OC/Chaos!Flesh Tearer
Characters: Malina (fem!OC), Luka The Angel (OC Chaos Lamenter), Virgil (OC Chaos Flesh Tearer)
Warnings: yandere, violence, cannibalism, stolkhom syndrome, somnophilia
Word count: 3056
Author's note: Suddenly I realized that if I had written Feast, it would have been a very choppy and quick ending to "Malina's assimilation". So that's how this part was born. And I must say, I'm glad I wrote it first.
Song: London After Midnight - The Bondage Song (Unchained Mix)
Tag List: @kit-williams, @druidwolf21
“I saw Him bestow His blessing upon His servants. Shining like a slashing sword. Bright as the vivid sun. They were gifted with His love and will. And the faithful servants rose from their knees, they abandoned their fear. And turned their weapons against His enemies. The battle was not yet over. Humanity will live. And it will fight for its Emperor.”
“It’s… so beautiful.” - all Luka could whisper, unable to stop looking at his Malina.
How delicately she held the book, how tenderly she whispered the stupid sermons of a stupid old man. How her lips, enchanting lips, moved. How she had to pause and her pink tongue gently outlined the flesh. And her face almost glowed.
He wants her. He wants her so much. Always. All the time. All eternity.
“Yes, the sermons of Saint Ignatius are my favorite.” - the naive girl smiled happily, not understanding that the man was not talking about them at all. - “Unfortunately, I didn’t have a personal book at home, I had to listen to them in church. But thanks to you, Luka, I finally have one. Thank you.”
“Y-your welcome.” - the man hesitated awkwardly, trying not to blush. If his dear love continued to praise him, then he would have to leave the quarters as soon as possible. He had few ways to calm down. Most often, he had to use his hand.
Well, and last time, due to an excess of emotions (she, with tears in her eyes, kissed him on the cheek with joy when he gave her this stupid book!), he had to go to the lower levels and eat a child. It was delicious, but Luka loved children and therefore cried for a long time after eating. But then he was able to pull himself together and go back. To find his beauty sitting on his bed and waiting for him.
She wanted to read to him. To him~
“There was no point in learning to read on the agri-world, but I had a very smart uncle.” - the girl whispered, involuntarily remembering the past. - “Apart from Ignatius’s sermons, I adored the romance novel about the Sister of Battle and the guardsman. To tell the truth, it was banned for obvious reasons, but my uncle managed to get a copy. Huh, only now do I realize that we behaved like heretics.”
Luka just laughed at this story. It’s even a pity that they almost mowed down half the population of her home world. Judging by the girl’s stories, they were not fanatics at all.
After all, maybe he lied to Malina that he served the Imperium. But the fact that he saved her was not a lie. She is a young girl dreaming of a beautiful and pure love (and she will get it with him). But the bastards from the Inquisition would have burned her alive even for this innocent desire.
They never listen. Never try to compromise, to forgive those who stumbled. To forgive those who did not even break the law. Who simply wanted to survive and used all the resources, even if they were still alive and begged him not to do it. But the Imperium itself says that everyone must carry out their duty. And Luka was the best in his squad, he should have survived.
His brothers ended up in his stomach for a reason. It was their duty.
"But in my defense, I skipped the raunchiest parts." - The girl giggled, clutching the book to her before jerking it away. - "Oh, I guess that's not something I should talk about while reading Saint Ignatius."
Naive, sweet, gentle Malina. Only his, his love, his salvation. His angel~
“Saint Ignatius?” Virgil suddenly entered the room, abruptly interrupting their wonderful solitude with a question. Confusion was written on his face.
“Yes, Saint Ignatius. His sermons were often held in my church. He valued peace more, but also participated in battles. They say he died an honorable death in one of the battles near Milestorm. Or rather, he disappeared, but our clergy are sure that if he is not fighting, then he is feasting near the God-Emperor.”
Vergil, who was listening attentively to the girl, stood for some time with a thoughtful expression on his face. Before bursting out laughing. Luka thought about shutting the freak up, but changed his mind as soon as the frightened Malina pressed herself against him. Yes, that’s better, closer…
“Good propaganda in the Imperium. Or rather, good training.” - the man smiled sarcastically before lying down on the bed. He was still laughing. - "Feasting near the God-Emperor."
It was really funny. And Luka wanted to laugh too and even go tell the crew about the noble fighter Ignatius. But the look of the upset girl stopped him. The lamenter slowly ran his hand through the girl's dark hair. She immediately looked at him.
He wanted to devour her.
"Do you want to pray?"
Malina prayed. Luka told her that he did it silently. Since he had something to say to the Corpse on Throne (for example, that chemotherapy of the Astartes was the most idiotic decision and his former brothers are pathetic). But he just watched the girl with her eyes closed, pressing her hands to her forehead.
"Sure," - a soft, trusting smile blossomed on her lips.
He loves her so much.
***
Baphomet was disappointed when Virgil asked him for a safe sleeping pill. Not the kind that makes the victim have nightmares and make their eyes pop out of their sockets. Not a drug that makes the flesh boil like meat on burning oil.
He had to explain for a very long time what he wanted. But the main thing is that the disappointed apothecary still gave him the remedy he needed, which the girl took along with the fruit drink. And looking at how soundly she was sleeping, the man understands that his suffering in the stuffy office was worth it.
Malina was quietly snoring, burying her face in her soft pillow. Her eyelashes were gently trembling. Saliva was almost ready to fall from her lips. Virgil wanted to get it out. Which he probably did when he stuck his black tongue into her pink mouth.
Luka insisted that they not touch Malina ahead of time. To give her time to assimilate, get used to the new home, get used to them. She is not a temporary pleasure, she will be with them forever. And if earlier Virgil reluctantly endured, now he himself was ready to wait. The girl is either a psyker or a saint of the Corpse on the Throne, she was able to awaken tender feelings in him.
But while she sleeps, the space marine could at least indulge himself a little. He did not penetrate her, did not even use her tights. He just looked. This was the first time he decided to use her mouth. Apparently, the leader's words excited him too much.
“The next target is the forge world of Hephaestus-VI. Huron Blackheart intends to get as many weapons as possible and is not averse to reining in the Imperials. Two in one. The battle will be hard, but that's part of the fun, isn't it?”
The laughter that followed throughout the war hall confirmed his words.
“And then we will have a feast.”
A feast. A feast. Rivers of blood and meat, moans and cries of supplication, excesses and temptations, a reward after no less delightful slaughter, genocide. All this was soon awaiting him. And Bacchus, pleased with a slightly calmer Virgil and finally controlled Luka, not only allowed him to take the second one with him (Luka was glad like a child). But also allowed him to take Malina.
“I would never have believed in my life that all you two need is a wet cunt.”
No. Virgil and Luka only needed Malina. Although he would never say this out loud while everyone was awake. Only when they were asleep, when they became vulnerable. Only then could Virgil give free rein to his hidden feelings.
The quiet moan that escaped the lips of the sleeping girl sent shivers down the man's spine. He was too carried away. The man stuck his mouth out, allowing the girl to gulp air before attacking her lips again.
Licking her teeth clean and sucking in the saliva that had collected in his mouth. Playing with the limp tongue that was not only unable to resist, but even able to keep up with him. He just wanted to devour her.
Virgil, restraining himself from pushing his tongue further down her throat, sucked on the girl's lips, swollen from kisses. Enjoying that she was in his hands. Enjoying control. Dominance. Her submission and quietness.
Malina doesn't even realize what kind of monster is sitting above her. What it's doing to her body. That it's ready to tear apart anyone who dares to offend her. That he needed nothing but her beating red heart under her ribs.
Delicious, tasty little mortal. And all his.
"And what are you doing with her?"
Almost all his.
“Are you blind or do you need an explanation of what grown men do with pretty girls?” the furious traitor hissed. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to take her, I’m not an idiot. But there was no talk of kissing.”
“Too much. She’ll find out.” Luka’s blue eyes glittered furiously. His pupils almost disappeared when he looked at her reddened lips. Virgil almost cringed. Crazy bastard.
“Just tell her it’s all about the fruit drink and she’ll believe it.” Virgil relaxed as he saw Luka calm down. “Hah, and I almost thought you were worried about me stealing her first kiss. Do you really not love her as much as you said?”
The silence that followed the question and the scarlet cheeks were the best answer.
“Well, well, and he's accusing me.” - the man scratched his bald head irritably, trying to hide his disappointment in everything concerning Malina. The first one would always be the lamenter. - “And when?”
“When we brought her to the ship. I pecked her.” - Luka shrugged his shoulders as if nothing had happened.
“But I had a tongue!” - boyish joy almost overwhelmed the former flesh tearer, but quickly dissipated.
“I didn’t want to rush things on the first day. With the tongue, it was on the seventh night.” - the boy’s pale, freckled face turned red like a tomato, and his eyes sparkled. - “It lasted two seconds, but it was magical.”
A cheeky, cunning, stupid puppy. He made up the rules himself, but still breaks them. And yet, Bacchus was right. Only with the appearance of Malina did Luka become more manageable. If before he was simply the best warrior, now he got the opportunity not only to be the first to board, but also to enter the main halls of the Feast. Taking the girl away from him would be simply blasphemy in the opinion of the entire crew.
“It doesn’t matter, the first kiss will only count when she’s conscious. Eurydice reported we’ll be arriving on Hephaestus VI soon. And then there’ll be a feast. Bacchus said to bring Malina. Perhaps it’s the perfect time to finally make her ours.”
“Yes… she’ll be mine soon.” Luka whispered almost blessedly, ignoring Virgil. Bastard. So be it. He was only going to touch the girl when she was asleep anyway. No great loss.
For now, they needed to prepare for the massacre.
***
Luka and Virgil had strictly forbidden Malina to leave the quarters. Even on the very first day. But they reminded her of the rules again when they left the ship. As Luka said, Hephaestus-VI was attacked by heretics and they, the faithful servants of the God-Emperor, came to the rescue.
As he says.
The battle promised to last a long time. Therefore, they prepared everything necessary for the girl. If for some reason the operation lasted longer than expected, then she only needed to press a button. And then they would bring her food. The main thing is to hide in the bath.
But as Virgil said, putting the device on the shelf, this would only happen if all the food ran out. And there was enough of it in the quarters to live well and healthy for a whole month. So the girl hoped not to meet other inhabitants of the ship.
Two weeks had already passed.
It was hard to admit, but Malina realized that she missed them. It didn't mean that she wasn't afraid of them. She still was and would be. But over the time she spent with them (a month or two?) she had gotten used to them. They protected her.
Virgil was a monster, but he never dared to hurt her. He hardly spoke to her. If he had dark desires for her, he kept them deep inside. In the darkest night, when she couldn't see him.
And Luka... he loved her. He loved her. He cared for her. And even if Malina knew that the smell of blood followed him. And even if she didn't know his worst side. But she saw his smile. Cute freckles and blue eyes. Blue as the sky of her home world.
They were a new home in every sense of the word.
A sudden crash pulled the girl out of her thoughts. Malina looked at the door with fear. She heard moans and sighs coming from the hallway. But it was not like before. Not those distant screams that haunted her in distant nightmares.
Someone was right behind the door.
She should stay inside. She should hide in the bathtub. Turn on the water and take a shower. Wait for the sounds to fade. Wait for it to go away. But Malina's legs wouldn't obey. She followed the words pouring out of the mouth of... a man? Yes, it was a man.
He sounded like a boy. But old enough to join the army. Old enough and educated enough to know and memorize not just a prayer. But a sermon of the saints. And Malina herself knew that sermon quite well for her status.
It was the sermon of Saint Ignatius.
“And, ah, I saw, I saw the Saint herself. Descended from heaven at His call. And her light f-f-filled me. My soul sang. And I understood that H-His w-will is still, s-still, ah, s-still…”
“Strong,” the girl finished, pressing herself against the door. Malina herself did not notice how she did it.
“Not strong. Hard. Wait. W-what? W-who is there? Y-you here?” - Hearing the girl moan, the man pressed himself harder against the door, judging by the sounds. Scarlet blood slowly seeps over the threshold, forming a tiny puddle. - “Y-you believe in the God-Emperor? They also captured you? Are you safe?”
“Y-yes.” - the captive felt her heart beat with anxiety. But Luke and Virgil continued to play the defenders of the Imperium with her. She had no need to lie, no need.
“Oh, I thought, I-, ah, oh,” the man on the other side of the door was gasping for breath. With every sound he made, he was becoming more and more afraid. Malina realized that the prisoner was looking around. As if he was being followed. - “P-please, open the door for me. I-I was tortured. I-I, d-don’t even know how I c-could get out.”
Malina stared at the huge iron door. At that moment, it looked gigantic. The girl had never felt so small as at that moment. So defenseless. But she was protected. They were taking care of her. She just had to stay inside.
“C-can you hear me? H-help me.” - the man’s voice trembled. He was crying.
“I-I can’t. I can’t.” - the girl whispered, moving away from the gates leading to hell, back to her bed. Maybe this was a test? They wanted to make sure Malina was behaving well? She's good. She's very good, she won't open the door. Mom said not to talk to strangers.
Luke and Virgil will be angry.
"P-please open the door, they're close. P-please." The man was openly crying, weakly knocking on the door.
Sitting down by the bed, the girl only pressed her head closer to her knees, covering her ears. If only not to hear his pleas. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she prayed. But not to the God-Emperor. Not to the forces of Chaos. She just wanted Luka and Virgil to return to her quickly. The boy’s sobs and the girl's were almost in sync. Then the sound of feet was heard. And a nasty human laugh.
"No, no, no. Don't touch me, no. GOD-EMPEROR!"
But the God-Emperor did not answer his prayers. The boy continued to scream as people like him carried him away. All that was left was a pool of blood. And a girl crying in the dark. Who could not save him. Only delay the inevitable.
But she could save herself.
***
"Hey, hey, what happened?" - Luka gently stroked the back of the crying girl, who immediately threw herself into his arms. Not paying attention to his bloody armor from the battle.
Vergil, just like the lamenter, looked at Malina in surprise, clinging to the golden armor. He threw the bag with trophies and gifts for the girl on his bed before starting to take off his armor.
"There was a man here. He said that he served the God-Emperor. He said that he was being tortured by heretics." - The girl, with red eyes from tears, looked at Luka, not noticing his frightened expression. - "I didn't believe him! I didn't open the door. Angel, I was so scared."
The men looked at the poor girl, unable to utter a word. Was this the blessing of the Four Gods or the God-Emperor himself? No. But the red corsairs knew that they were incredibly lucky with Malina. No one would replace her.
"Everything is fine, everything is fine. The bastard has already been taken to prison. You did well not to let him in." - the blond tenderly grinned, stroking the girl's hair. At that moment, he could hardly be called an angel. - "We are proud of you."
"Yes." - Virgil exhaled. - "Good girl."
That day, they restrained themselves and allowed the girl to fall asleep quietly on her bed. The feast was approaching. They could wait a little longer.
#the bloody trio#oc: vergil#oc: malina#oc: luka the angel#au: reverse therapy#yandere space marine#space marine x reader#tw: yandere#tw: violence#tw: cannibalism#tw: somnophilia#tw: stockholm syndrome
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Fun comic I couldn't stop drawing. Based on @offended-dragon's idea of their oc Feng sparring with Kae @dafnier to help her multiclass into fighter.
Featuring Vergil, Nomen, and Accalia @humblegoatart on page 3
#my art#daily sketch#fantasy#comic#furry#anthro#harengon#cowfolk#warforged#dnd oc#my oc#friend oc#husband oc#oc: kae#oc: accalia#oc: feng#oc: nomen#oc: vergil
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"if you want it, then you'll have to take it"
#artists on tumblr#sketch#art#my art#oc#oc artwork#drawing#digital illustration#digital art#artwork#vergil#dmc 5#devil may cry#dmc4#nelo angelo#dmc#dmc5#dmc vergil#dmc fanart
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PEOPLE WITH NERO’S MOM OCS I LOVE YOU
PEOPLE WHOS NERO’S MOMS OCS ARE PEOPLE OF COLOR I LOVE YOU
PEOPLE WHOS NERO’S MOMS OCS ARE LGBTQ I LOVE YOU
PEOPLE WHOS NERO’S MOMS OCS ARE DEMONS I LOVE YOU
PEOPLE WHOS NERO’S MOMS OCS ARE ANGELS I LOVE YOU
PEOPLE WHOS NERO’S MOMS OCS ARE HUMANS I LOVE YOU
PEOPLE WHOS NERO’S MOMS OCS FIT THE LORE I LOVE YOU
PEOPLE WHOS NERO’S MOMS OCS DONT FIT THE LORE I LOVE YOU
PEOPLE WHOS NERO’S MOMS OCS HAVE A GOOD RELATIONSHIP WITH VERGIL I LOVE YOU
PEOPLE WHOS NERO’S MOMS OCS HAVE A BAD RELATIONSHIP WITH VERGIL I LOVE YOU
PEOPLE WHO HAVE NERO’S MOMS OCS I LOVE YOU
YOUR OC DOESNT HAVE TO FIT THE LORE
YOUR OC DOESNT HAVE TO BE CANONICALLY ACCURATE
YOUR OC DOESNT HAVE TO MAKE SENSE BC THEYRE AWESOME AND I LOVE THEM NO MATTER WHAT
#devil may cry#dmc#nero#dmc nero#nero sparda#nero’s mom#Neros Mom#vergil#vergil sparda#vergil x reader#vergil x self insert#dmc oc#devil may cry oc#nero’s mother
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I wanted to practice drawing more dmc characters
#devil may cry#dmc#vergil sparda#dante sparda#dmc nero#dmc v#dmc lady#dmc trish#dmc nico#dmc kyrie#dmc5#too many GODDAM CHARACTERS#dante is surprisingly difficult to draw but only bc i have an oc who has similar features so it was hard not accidentally drawing my oc#vergil and lady are prob my favs to draw#*2024
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vergil is not only a butch but a kitty to me idk
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(Vergil & Lir) <3
"She looks absolutely beautiful and… he's there”
#lady in red dmc#devil may cry vergil#devil may cry fanart#oc#digital art#devil may cry 3#devil may cry#dmc vergil#dmc fanart#dmc 5#dmc oc#dmc3#oc x canon#devil may cry oc#oc artwork#devil may cry 5
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To anyone that writes the Spardas/anyone (EXCLUDING SPARDACEST), just remember they have them blue ass 'stare into the depths of your soul' orbs. What this means is that any time anyone wakes up next to them, they are gonna get FLASHBANGED to the high heavens by them sparkly blue-eyed princesses
(I also do believe that their eyes glow in the dark for reasons that make sense, but I dont have them with me rn. Unfortunately, I forgot to pick them up 5 stops ago while I was getting food, and now I'm not bothered to turn back and find them)
(Lmao i ran out of tags with this one so I'll have to reblogg it and finish them off)
#dmc#devil may cry#dmc dante#dmc vergil#dmc nero#dmc sparda#dante#vergil#nero#sparda#this post is gonna have so many tags#dante x reader#dante x lady#dante x lucia#dante x you#dante x oc#dante x credo#dante x raiden#dante x leon#vergil x lady in red#vergil x nero's mother#vergil x lady#vergil x reader#vergil x you#vergil x oc#vergil x lucia#i haven't seen that one before but apparently it exists#nero x kyrie#nero x reader#nero x you
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I think that if Dante had named Vergil's demonic half, he would have chosen Nimrod.
The mythological figure was a king, said to be the first to wear a crown. Urizen famously has horns in the shape of a crown, that are also reminiscent of Vergil's unique hairstyle.
The mythological figure led the people who built the Tower of Babel, and is even depicted as a giant who went to hell for this act in Dante's Divine Comedy. Urizen is a giant who raises the Qliphoth, a towering tree, and of course Vergil is also the name of someone who appears in the Divine Comedy.
The mythological figure was said to have inherited garments from Adam and Eve, which made him invincible. Urizen shields himself with a crystal containing Yamato, a sword that Vergil inherited from his father.
And, of course, a nimrod can be someone who is stupid. It seems fitting to me that Vergil would name himself after a god of reason and logic from his childhood hyperfixation, while Dante would call him a fucking moron in the most layered way possible.
#devil may cry#my thoughts#vergil dmc#dante dmc#quen speaking#to think i stumbled on this because i'm considering trying to make a dmc oc again
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(Not) Salvation
AU Reverse Therapy
Next Part: New Home
Summary: One of the agriworlds is attacked by heretics and the young girl finds salvation in the arriving Space Marines. Not suspecting that it was they who brought death to her planet.
Pairing: Chaos!Lamenter/fem!OC/Chaos!Flesh Tearer
Characters: Malina (fem!OC), Luka The Angel (OC Chaos Lamenter), Virgil (OC Chaos Flesh Tearer)
Warnings: yandere, violence, cannibalism
Word count: 2244
Author's note: In this part I wanted to focus more on the space marines and the atmosphere of horror. Hope you were interested in my OCs. In future there will be more interactions between this trio but here only meeting.
Song: Inkubus Sukkubus - Wild Hunt
It was scary. Screams were heard everywhere. The air smelled of blood and burnt flesh. From afar came cries and pleas for help, the hooting laughter of heretics. Someone was less fortunate than her. No one had found her yet.
And it is unlikely that they will.
“God-Emperor, do not abandon me, guide me to the light, I will not fear the darkness for I believe” - she repeated the prayer dryly, like a memorized text from school.
Because it was a lie. Of course she were afraid of the darkness. Afraid of death. And even more so of torture. The endless pain that the enemies of the Imperium promised to bring with them. Yes, the clergy would say that she was a heretic. But in the last hour, she did not want to lie, at least to herrself.
Soon her agri-world will drown in the blood of its inhabitants. And if the Imperium returns the planet to its bosom, resumes the delivery of food, then other people will do it. Your fate is to become meat in the hands and mouths of heretics.
She felt new tears running down her cheeks. They haven't found her yet, but soon, soon they will find her small and weak body. Soon they will tear her apart, eat the meat, throw away the bones, and put the skin on thier armor like a cloak. She already saw how the heretics did this to an elderly couple.
Sudden steps pulled her ark thoughts and returned to an equally dark present. Her heart fluttered like a bird in a cage. These were too heavy steps for a human. Too metallic a sound. The smell of imminent death hit her nose and she held back from screaming in horror at the imminent meeting with the most terrible shame of the Imperium.
A Chaos Space Marine.
And at that moment, when the legionary appeared before her in full height, when she almost bit her lip until it bled, just to keep from screaming... only then did she notice the armor. Golden as the sun, with a distinctive sign in the form of a bloody heart. The Lamenter.
She burst into tears like a little girl.
“The G-God-Emperor h-heard m-my prayers.” - her world was under siege, she had already managed to lose loved ones, she had the right to tears, but she still tried to wipe them away. - “I-I am too weak to walk. Please save the others.”
The Space Marine did not say a word, listening to her sobs. He came closer until he knelt down on one knee next to her. Only then did she notice that his armor was covered in blood, and in some places there were signs drawn that were unfamiliar to her. If she had any doubts, they were dispelled as soon as the Astartes removed his helmet.
He was quite handsome. Pale-faced, with a snub nose, a scattering of freckles and bright cheeks. His wheat-colored hair barely reached his shoulders. His face was clear and bright, with only one scar crossing his left eyebrow. But what stood out most about the young man were his eyes. Blue as the sky of her planet until the heretics attacked it and it turned red.
“You really are an angel.” - she switch to a reverent whisper. For the first time, a happy, albeit tired, smile appears on her face. Her eyes are still shining from recently shed tears before she plunge into the saving darkness. She could no longer remain conscious after what she experienced. She were too tired.
For a second before she finally lose consciousness, it seems to her that the Astartes' ears are red. Like an ordinary young man who heard a compliment from a pretty girl.
Hah, what a heresy.
***
The mortal soldier of the Corpse on the Throne writhed helplessly in Virgil's arms, unable to resist him. In truth, Virgil would not have minded playing with his victim, but the thirst for blood was stronger. But it doesn't matter. The planet they had landed on promised rich loot.
Quite a long time had passed when he joined the Red Corsairs. And when he realized this delightful feeling. The ability to not pretend. The ability to kill as he pleased, torment as he wanted. Maybe the Black Thirst was a curse, but such an opinion was imposed on him. The veteran never thought so.
"Virgil!" - a completely joyful cry rang out across the battlefield.
But having a roommate like this one is a curse. And to his great dissatisfaction, quite scary and uncontrollable. Although a narrow-minded mortal would probably think that a flesh tearer covered in someone else's skin is more dangerous than a lamenter with an angelic face.
But to be fair, he thought so too.
The veteran sighed and threw the soldier's body away from himself. And judging by the convulsions, he was still alive despite the loss of blood. On another day Virgil would have liked to watch mortal’s suffer longer, but the plundering had only just begun, and man had to deal with the young pup before he did anything wrong.
“Vergil, look who I found. She mistook me for a loyalist.” - the young man, unusually softly holding the limp body of a mortal girl, looked at her face with almost love in his eyes. - “I saved her.”
Vergil rolled his eyes, scratching his poor bald head. Why, why, did he get Luka?
“Of course she thought so. Not only did you not change your armor, but she also apparently passed out before you spoke.” - the lamenter, to Vergil’s irritation, ignored the fair remark. - “Why did you even bring her here?”
“What do you mean, why? I saved her, now I have to marry her.” - the blond answered as if nothing had happened. Seeing how his pale partner’s eye began to twitch involuntarily, he raised his voice in displeasure. - “Don’t look at me like that! She will behave well.”
“Like the previous girls, huh?”
“First of all, I liked them, but I wasn’t going to marry them. Secondly, we met when they already knew which side I was on.” - Luka again gazed tenderly at the sleeping girl, burying his nose in her cheek. - “And she said that I looked like an angel.”
A little more and Virgil would throw up, he was sure of it. Of course, he was a sadist. He liked to torture and torment. He liked to hear screams. And yet, when it came to intimacy, it was unnecessary. The cultists screaming in strange ecstasy irritated. Some went completely wild, so after a couple of blows, he had to fucks their still warm corpses.
And the captured slaves... well. They cried. Of course, it was beautiful, but their constant attempts to escape and crawl away also irritated the man. Why couldn’t they just lie quietly and wait for him to finish his business? Why are they all so disrespectful?
It's annoying. Everything annoys him.
But the girl's calm, sleeping appearance was apparently one of the few exceptions. Virgil would even say that he liked the way her eyelashes twitched slightly, and her lips parted just a little. Serenity itself. Innocence itself.
Even as a loyalist, Virgil didn't care much about mortals. But still, even in such a callous person as he, there was a hidden desire to protect the innocent. Now he likes to torture them more (everyone, to be precise). But after his desire was returned, the need to possess lovely ladies settled in him. Alas, but he no longer serves the Emperor, and the girl expects exactly this from them. Luka, an idiot, does not understand this and dragged her to her death.
Although-
"Let's tell her that we are fighting for the Corpse on the Throne."
"What?"
“You just said that she took you for a loyalist. So why try to convince her otherwise?” - the veteran smiled with all his sharp teeth, enjoying his genius. - “She has had it tough enough as it is. Let’s lock her in the quarters. She will see and listen only to us.”
The boy stared at him blankly for a while until the whole plan dawned on him. Luka opened his mouth joyfully, causing the blood of the dead to slowly flow inside. Virgil involuntarily stuck out his black mutated tongue at the sight. Hmm, he would have to keep that abomination in his mouth if he didn't want to scare the girl ahead of time.
"Oh, that's a great idea. She'll be so thrilled to have ended up with the good sons of Sanguinius. But, Virgil, what if she finds out that we're fighting against the Imperium?" - Luka hugged the girl tighter, burying his nose in her hair. - "What should we do in that case? Will she cry? Hate us? What if she wants to run away??"
"By that time, she'll be used to us and her new home. She'll come to terms with it, you'll see." - the veteran growled with displeasure and slapped the blond on the back of the head. - "And stop squeezing her like that! You'll break all her bones."
"B-but she's so pretty!"
He was right. She really is pretty. By the Ruinous Powers, Virgil hated the False Emperor and the Imperium. But he had to admit that some of its citizens were better looking than the cultists.
"Don't. Squeeze. Control. Yourself. Or better yet, drag her on board before she wakes up."
The blond immediately went thin. The veteran involuntarily cringed as he saw tears gathering in his blue eyes. You wouldn't know from Luka that he was wreaking heretic.
"But we've only just begun the massacre! I've never even come across any children!"
You wouldn't say he was a pervert either.
"Then it would be in your best interest to quickly take her to the flagship and return to us. I don't know how you'll do that. But since you've picked up the girl, have the respect to take care of her."
“Fine! But then I’ll choose her name.” - the blond possessively hugged the limp body and headed towards the ship. Virgil only sighed heavily, raising his red eyes to the sky. How hard it was sometimes with the young man.
But on the other hand, he was still useful. The idea of playing the role of the Emperor’s loyal servants was hilarious in itself. And an unhappy and lonely lady in distress was an extremely pleasant bonus after the massacre. Surely, such a good girl was followed by crowds of vile fanatics of the Corpse on the Throne. But never mind, now her saviors will take care of her.
“We are the Emperor’s Angels after all.” - Virgil muttered under his breath, pleased, turning his attention to the soldier who dared to shoot at him. It seemed he would finally change his cloak.
What a great hunt they made on this world.
#au: reverse therapy#yandere space marine#space marine x reader#space marine x oc#warhammer x reader#warhammer 40k x reader#the bloody trio#oc: Vergil#oc: Luka the Angel#tw: yandere#tw: cannibalism#tw: violence
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Candlekids prison break shenanigans.
Featuring a character I made up for the bit.
#my art#daily sketch#fantasy#dnd#my oc#warforged#robot#oc: nomen#friend oc#husband oc#oc: feng#oc: k'will#oc: vergil#oc: kae#unnamed oc#golden order
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Dmc 3 Vergil VS Dante
Duration: 3 days
#artists on tumblr#artwork#digital art#fan art#art#oc art#digital aritst#v dmcv#v dmc5#dmc vergil#dmc fanart#dmc dante#dmc#dmc5#dmc3#devil may cry vergil#devil may cry#devil may cry dante#dmc4
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hi guys, my name is Neo and i am a Japanese/Mexican artist! <3 i am really interested in becoming a vgen verified artist but i need a post with 100 likes and 5 comments to get my #vgencode >.<
any help is appreciated (:
example works below, you can view my whole gallery at my kofi!
#vgencode#art#artists on tumblr#artwork#digital art#drawing#original character#vgencomm#vgenchallenge#commission#vergil#dmc#devil may cry#ellen joe#zzzero#oc
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finally putting the corporation heads in their own post ^_^
don't reference the drawings themselves for heights! here they are (from left to right)
aishire: 5'2", veraswamy: 5'10", ezra: 5'8", dante: 5'3", vergil: 5'9", beatrice: 5'11", lancelot: 6'2", estouls: 5'5", ilya: 5'9", junius: 5'4", beowulf: 5'9", ulysses: 5'7"
#oc#noodle doodle#novaturient#corp heads#aishire#veraswamy#ezra#dante#vergil#beatrice#lancelot#lancelot du lac#estouls#astolfo#ilya#junius#ganymede#beowulf#ulysses#odysseus#the odyssey#arthurian literature#dante's inferno#dante's divine comedy#teehee#original story#original characters#original art#original character
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siblings in fiction save me... sibling relationships... NOT INCEST. siblings <333
#this post was written about vergil and dante from dmc#and my found family ocs#but it applies to anything and everything#give me siblings<3
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Vergil is Elizabeth's endgame.💙
#devil may cry#dmc#devil may cry 5#dmc5#vergil#vergil sparda#oc#orginal character#render#3d artwork#daz3d#daz3d studio#daz studio
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