#should I feel bad for Vergil? I know almost nothing about DMC
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eway · 1 year ago
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exoticraven · 1 year ago
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{Vergil x reader} I will always be there...
|I have this idea swimming in my head for Vergil from DMC all day and thought heck why not write it. Also if you are new to fanfiction we sometimes said fuck cannon and rewrite the story. I may not be very good but Tumblr tells me to go for it and if it fails just try again|
{The idea is like Lucrecia mixed with Steven's universe mom. Where She is still alive but in another person}
[I do write in a female pov I am sorry but feel free to change the Pronouns for your liking. I do use a name for my writing it just helps me be I will have a (y/n) beside it so you can change the name to whatever you like Of course, I don't own any of these characters that I am about to write about/with. This is my first attempt at writing for Vergil hope it turns out ok]
The night was cold and wet but there was a strange calmness to it. A woman rocked herself back and forth in a rocking chair rubbing her belly smiling but behind the smile was sadness. She know when her son was born that she could not be with him. All the book on witchcraft was no help either. She wanted to see her son grow up but knew that this form of her couldn't she had to find a way to somehow become someone else but how?
-----Time skip-----
Nero walked around the destroyed town thinking no one was alive when he hear a sheep cry for help then a loud scream of anger or frustration he couldn't tell. He did however could tell where it was coming from of course he had to check it out. He ran as fast as he could to see humans fighting multiple demons while one was hiding behind a broken wall. He Jumped down to help. With Nero's help, they made quick work of the demons. He approached one of the females that seem to be the leader of this little group.
"Is everyone okay?" Nero ask looking around for anyone that was injured.
"Nope I think we're all good" The female helped up on her fellow group members "Whatcha name kid?" She asked Nero
"Nero and yours?" He questions
"I'm Serah, that is Alistro" Points to a guy with a red ponytail, "Abby and her brother Tera their mother thought she was having twin girls" Serah points to a guy with short cut hair that was jet black helping up Abby his sister which he couldn't tell if it was abby or tera. "and that" She looks around "guys where (y/n) Raven?" Serah was looking around for this said, person.
"I'm here" (y/n) Raven said coming out from the broken wall. "exactly where you left me (your pn)" (y/n) Raven Said sheeple.
Serah walks over to (your pn) them and hugs them tightly "This is my baby (sister/brother/PN) (y/n) Raven. I don't know what so special about her that makes every demon drawn to her"
"Maybe she (Your PN) is an Angel!!" Alastor said happily
"Maybe or maybe She (your Pn) is something else?" Tera question
"Whatever she (Your PN) is she still my baby sis nothing going to change that" Serah smiled at (y/n) Raven.
Nero looks at (y/n) Raven seeing a scared girl. (y/n) Raven was playing with her hair timidly not really saying a word to anyone.
"she (Y/PN) is naturally shy so when she (Y/PN) does talk we all try to be supportive and not downing her (Y/PN)" She said looking over at another person in the group Nero has not met yet.
"why are you looking at me for?" he said while cleaning his blade
"That Zack or Zachariah he goes by Zack cause he hates Zachariah" Serah chuckles
"Why do you have to do me like that?" Zack asks frowning at Serah
"Because if you had not put (y/n) Raven down then we all would have been comfortable in a bed by now but no Zack knows everything" Serah scold Zack
"Okay fair that was my bad for losing my temper and taking it out on (y/n) Raven but she should not have run off!" Zack rise his voice almost yelling at Serah which made (y/n) Raven cover her ears Shaking. (y/n) Raven close (y/Pn) she closed her eyes and was taking deep breaths. She (y/Pn) tried to calm herself down.
Serah stop arguing with Zack knowing it was not going anywhere. "we have to move it getting dark and you know how the temperature downs around here" She said holding (y/n) Raven close to her.
Nero agreed and followed them to their hideout. Tera and Abby went to their shared room and stay in there for the rest of the night. Zack headed to the room that he shared with Alastor who just so happens to be brothers Alastor is older by a day. Serah got some food for her, Nero, and (y/n) Raven to eat. While they ate Serah pulled out a syringe filled with a blueish liquid. She injected it into (y/n) Raven's arm which made Raven's (y/n) eyes grow for a short second and then stopped. After they ate Serah lay(y/n) down for bed and tugged her in. Raven (y/n) went right to sleep before Serah could even leave the room. Serah walk out to Nero who was confused about what just happened with the liquid and Raven (y/n).
"you have a question and I have answers," Serah said sitting down grabbing a beer.
"Why did you inject that liquid into her and why did her eyes glow for a short second" Nero questioned
"Well me and the rest of the people here are lab rats. Doctors had their "agents" come and kidnap us from our homes which were orphanages and great places for lab rats cause no one would come looking for them. I and (y/n) Raven were sisters even then people picked on her for no reason she stay to herself and didn't bother anyone. I watched her once play fairy princess once all by herself. She was even now so pure for this fucked up world we lived in that is why I started standing up for her. She needs someone who always had her back. I and (y/n) Raven were walking back to the orphanage cause it was our turn to go buy candy and toys with the money we saved up for doing our chores in the orphanage. That is when they grab us. They separated us it was torture. I could hear (y/n) Raven's screams from where I was in that building. They fucked her up the worst I don't know what they did but it fucked her up. We were 18 when we all escape that lab. but we all were changed for the worst or for the better I don't know but we promised each other we would stay together no matter what. only us lab rats know how to put each other down" Serah said finally taking a sip of her beer.
Nero's mouth hangs open in shock at the story. He did not know what to say. What could you say to a story like that? Nero hears the pitter-patter of bare feet on the tile floor. He looks up to see (y/n) Raven in the doorway of the hallway.
"(y/n) I thought you were asleep already," Serah said confused
(Y/N) Raven walks past Serah and sits in front of Nero. Her eyes widen in awe. "It's...actually you," She said in a somewhat whisper.
Nero was taken aback by the comment and the way her voice sounded. It was (y/n) Raven but wasn't. There was another voice behind (y/n) Raven's voice. She touches his cheek and smiles. "It's really you" Tears fall down her cheek. Somehow (y/n) Raven's touch did not feel like her own. Nero was stunned by (y/n) Raven's actions. "right I look different, sound different and you've never seen me except when you were a little baby" (y/n) Raven said happily
"Who are you and what did u do to my sister?" Serah asks angrily
"She fine Serah she is asleep in a safe place for the time being. My name is not important." The "ghost" that harbors (Y/n) Raven's body Smiles. "My little boy is all grown up into a man now"
"Wait are you saying your my mother!?" Nero asks almost shouting
"yes, I had to...well fall into a deep slumber for you to live on but I found a way to be here to see you and watch you from far away" The "ghost," Said with sadness "I wanted to be there and help you grow up but my physical form could not bear it."
"wait then how are you-" Before Serah finishes her sentence the "ghost" hold up a finger to shush Serah.
"When (y/n) Raven was in that lab she was close to death. She was calling for help. The poor child was scared alone and was about to die so I stepped in to keep her safe. That is why she started to be the scientist's favorite" The "ghost" said
The "ghost" touched Nero's cheek smiling "I am sorry I left you alone in this cruel world" With those words (y/n) Raven's body fell right in Nero's arms. Of course, Nero caught (y/n) Raven's body so it did not hit the floor. (y/n) Raven's eyes flutter open and she leans up looking around. "wasn't I in bed?" She questions
"Yeah well umm see here the thing I think you got possessed by Nero's mother," Serah said with confusion trying to figure out what just happen.
" Um yeah, do u remember anything before you came out here?" Nero asks (y/n) Raven
"I just remember the nightmare that I had which is the same one every night. I was back at the hospital or Alsyum whatever you want to call that place." (y/n) Raven said while thinking
They all seat there in awkward silence for a bit. All three of them processed what happened. Not one could figure out why Nero's mother want to come to him now of all times. All three of them just went straight to bed without another word. (y/n) Raven was the one that could not fall asleep something was bothering her. She felt like she is not alone in her own body. She felt like someone was watching her using her own two eyes. She was scared of her own being. She had to figure out what going on with her. Why Serah and Nero said that Nero's mother came to him through Raven. The only person Raven knew to go find an answer or at least start asking questions was a Gypsy woman known as Alamina Pettigrove. So Raven pack a supply bag and some weapons and set off on her journey. Raven was scared of what answer she would find but was ready to face it.
--Morning--
Serah woke up before everyone else. She usually was the one to wake up first to get breakfast started for everyone in the household. She did not wake Raven due to she wanted her little sister to get some sleep. She walk into the kitchen and made coffee. While that brew she started getting out the tools and food she needed for breakfast. The smell of brewed coffee started waking Serah up a bit which help with getting breakfast done. The first one to wake was Zack then Nero. They sat at the table and talked while Serah was making the food. Nero told Zack about what happened last night with Raven. Which confused Zack too. Abby and Tera came into the kitchen and sat with the other two. They got filled in on what happened last night as well. Alastor came in right before they started talking about last night. Serah set out the food and pour everyone a cup of coffee and took her seat. Serah made her plate then made Raven's plate. She yelled for Raven to come to get breakfast which usually woke her up When Raven did not appear after a few seconds or even the second time Serah yell for her, that was when Serah's stomach flipped. She got up and went into their shared room. She turn on the light and went to Raven's bed which looked like Raven was in bed but when the cover where pulled back to reveal a pillow in place of Raven she knew something was up. She ran back to the Kitchen where everyone was.
"Raven is missing," Serah said
"Are you sure she didn't sneak into Alastor's bed and got comfortable with him" Zack Joked
"I am sure Zack!" Serah said angrily giving him the death stare.
"oh, your serious she actually missing?" Tera said in shock"She could be in her usual hiding-" Serah cut off Tera "I am sure you know she would not use a pillow to hide the fact she is not in bed when she goes there"
"I have a bad feeling about this let's get ready and head out maybe stop by those gypsy sisters. They might know something or saw her?" Abby said getting up to go get ready.
Everyone but Nero left the kitchen and got ready. Nero made a quick to a friend of his for a ride they could all use so they didn't have to go on foot. Nico arrive shortly after the call Nero place to her.
"Well isn't it my favorite asshole" Nico chuckled seeing Nero come out of the hideout he was in.
"Nice to see you too Nico," Nero said
Serah and her group came out behind Nero. "Meet some new friends of mine Nico. Their leader Serah, The two trouble makers Abby and Tera both twins, Zach also known as Zachariah, and his brother Alastor the jester and the jokers." Nero smiles at the group, Serrah like the introduction Nero gave.
"Can people not use Zachariah please I hate that name" Zack said with a bitter tone
Nero opens the door to the van "Why not it funny when you get mad" Alastor said getting into the van. Zach shakes his has and follows his brother into the Van. Abby got in behind Zach and Tera follow suit. Serah took a deep breath and got into the van. All she thinks about is the bad things that could happen to Raven. Serah grabs her necklace and rubs it. Nero got in the passager seat and they seat off.
--Hours before--
Raven walks up to the Gypsy caravan door. She was about to knock when they open the door. "Welcome Raven we've been expecting you for quite some time now." they chuckle.
Raven gulped "You have?" she question
"Oh yes we know that you question who you are" They smile and move to the side to the side to let her in. She went into the caravan and sat on the plush couch. "Now take a sip from this tea" They gave her a cup of tea which she took sips from. " you have a lot of hidden secrets inside you Raven," They said together.
Raven looks at them confused "What do u mean" She took couple more sips from her tea.
"Well for starters you harbor two souls." They chuckle "One is yours and one is someone else's." They look at each other and then back at Raven. "The two souls are starting to come together to form one being."
Raven finishes her tea and set it on the coffee table. One of the sisters grabbed the cup and look at the leaves. "ooh this is some spicy tea" She chuckled "I wonder what he would think of this dear sister" She show her sister the tea leaves.
Raven's Vision start to become blurry. "what was in that tea?" she question as the room started to spin around her.
"oh nothing special." they smile as they Watch Raven trying to stand up. "but there is a mighty fine dollar on you Raven. So they came to us for help" They smiles. Raven reach for her phone to call for help but one of the sisters snatch it away before she could grab it. Raven fell to the floor.
"You sold me?"Raven said angrily as she started to fade in between consciousness.
"Sold is a harsh word but yes. They must find him so you important" Those were the final words Raven heard before she fell unconscious. Two men came in and carried Raven's body away. A nice well dress came in and handed the sister a suitcase of 100 dollars bills.
"Pleasure doing busy with you ladies," He said as he left. Back into a car with tinted black windows.
-hours later-
The group that trying to find Raven arrives at the gypsy sister caravan. Serah and Nero went to the door and went to knock but like before they open up the door before they could. "well well well isn't it Serah the brave knight of Raven." they said mocking her
"you already know why we are here where is my sister," Serah said pushing past the sister into their caravan.
"you just missed her an hour too late," they said turning towards Serah "She wanted an answer that we could not give her just yet so she went on a self-discovery journey" They gave Serah a piece of paper that was a map of sort on where her sister was going. "that should leave you to her. now go on we have other business to attend to the shud Serah out the door closing it and locking it. Both Nero and Serah went back to the van. Alastor ran up to them "Those sisters lie to you."
"What?" Serah said as they came to the van with Zack holding up Raven's supplies bag and phone. "an older gypsy told us that they were paid off by a good dress man." Zack said piss offed.
There were storms of rage in Serah's eyes. AS she spon on her heels and march back to the sister caravan. Nero was about to go after her but Zack stopped him. "She going to get an answer and will karma come to collect," Zack said as Serah punched open the sister's door yelling at them where her sister was.
-an hour later-
Everyone was in the van in silence. Serah still fuming from the gypsy betrayal. Abby was asleep using her brother's lap. She jerked away yelling out Raven's name. Which startled every in the van almost causing Nico to wreck the van.
"What's wrong Abby" Tera was trying to calm her
"I saw Raven she was being swallowed by the darkness she yell for help but I couldn't reach her," Abby said tears streaming down her cheeks.
Serah was mixed with fear and anger. Scared they weren't going make it to Raven in time. Nico and Nero had to make a stop somewhere. Which added another person to the group. {of course, it would not be a DMC fanfiction without} Dante Sparda's climbing into the back with the group which made Abby fan girl from hell. Serah would have if she wasn't so worried about her sister. They got back to driving filling Dante in on what had been happening. Of course, he shooked every one hand but not Serah she was focused on her sister. Once Dante shook Abby's hand she got a vision. Tera was trying to call his sister back and she came back shocked and breathing heavily. "I saw Raven with someone." That made Serah perk up "he had the same hair color as Dante but he was wearing a blue jacket he was shacking asking where someone was."
"well that sounded like my brother," Dante said thinking.
-time skip to the factory-
Nico slams on the brakes jerking everyone in the van. "There is a huge ass creator with a damage Factory in the middle of it."
Serah looks out the window "Let's get out and have a look around and see what we can find."
Every one climbed out and made it down safely into the creator. Dante and Serah were tasked to look into the damaged factory. "so you really care for your sister?" Dante asks Serah
"When I close my eyes I can still hear her scream my name out for help. I can still see the look of her giving up. I can still see her laying on her floor barely moving. I thought she was dead at times. I promised I would protect her whenever we got out of that hell hole. Thanks to the gypsy sister and my friends we all got out we never looked back since then. We were lab rats that know how to kill each other." Serah said looking around.
That hit Dante hard. He had no words to say to Serah after that. They search in silence for clues that Raven was there. They got to this big room with a platform and four pletal stood around it. Serah went onto the platform and dipped her finger in the blood and tasted it. "It's Raven's blood," she told Dante.
"look someone or something was chained over here" he called to her
They hear a gasp for air coming from under the rumble of the ceiling collapse. They started clearing the rumble way to see a barely alive man under the rumble. They got him out and started patching him up.
"they told me I could," the barely alive man said
"what?" Serah said
"Those gypsies told me I could control the beast that lay in the stars."
"you son" Dante had to stop Serah from killing the man
"The beast was too powerful I lost but she shine the brightness and-" the man died before he could finish.
"he was talking about raven I am sure of it," Serah said
Abby came into the room to fetch Dante and Serah. She stopped right on the platform seeing the story of what happened there. Seeing the death the lies and the star. She came back from the vision and ran to Serah. "Raven was here but the person guy who that Dante said must be his Brother took her with him away from a dead beast that was absorbed by Raven."
"She absorbed the best?!?" Serah said
"Yes she did"
-Raven's pov- She awoke in a strange place her head ache. Her body ached and was sore. She lends up in bed looking around the dimly lit room trying to get her bearings. "awake I see" a familiar voice rings out in the room as she looked for the source. Her eyes fell on a person in the corner of the room. "who are you where am I. How did I-" he hold his hand stepping into the light. "You don't remember anything, Raven?"
"How did u-" Raven was cut off again "Lucrecia does that name ring a bell," he asked. Raven's eyes teared up as she covers her mouth. as she remembered what happened. She and Lucrecia had to become one to destroy the monster of the stars. Meaning Lucrecia was gone. "she was your lover Vergil wasn't she?" Raven looked at the man in front of her. He just shook his head yes. "I am sorry I could not save her I-"
Vergil raises his hand "She not gone she is u"
TO BE CONTINUED.....
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ginsakatoki · 2 years ago
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Ok, this one is oddly specific but I hope it's fine with you. So I was thinking about this scenario: post-dmc5 Nero meets reader (who's also a hunter, well into her 30s) during Red Grave clean up and after some time he started seeing her as a mother figure, and the feeling is pretty much mutual. Now she's not very fond of Dante and Vergil (at first) for obvious reasons, so when they return from hell chaos ensues. Nothing super angsty, I just really want someone to slap those shit twins around a bit on Nero's behalf, cuz the boy deserves it <3 Would be extra fun to add Nico, Lady and Trish to the mix, but it's up to you. Thanks!
Oddly specific scenarios are what I like and need, plus this has found a soft spot in my heart and since I saw it in the requests I couldn’t help but want to write it. There is a part that might be a bit angsty but otherwise it’s pretty soft. I have just 1 request left for dmc, then I’ll take a break from it. Please, please ask me about other fandoms too when i open my requests again.
Anyway, sorry to make you wait this long, hope you enjoy it :)
Nero With a Motherly Reader
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When I saw on the news what was happening in Red Grave I had to rush in, no matter what the authorities were saying, no matter if everyone was in a rush to leave the city, I had to get there. The idea that demons were slaughtering innocent people made me sick, how did they get in the city in such large numbers in the first place? I’m an experienced hunter and I know how demons usually act: they’re not pack creatures, they’re independent and enjoy the thrill of the hunt on their own. When they do work together, it’s in groups of five or six, so why are there thousands of demons all of a sudden? The answer is pretty obvious. A higher rank demon must have spawned in the city, and I am motivated to stop it. Well, that was the intention anyway.
I just got into the city, and it looks like the major fight has already ended, Red Grave is a mess and there isn’t a single soul around. Demolished buildings, alley walls painted red in blood, burnt ashes of what used to be people… it looks like a manifestation of Hell on Earth, a land owned by the dead. I drive around by car, avoiding corpses and rubble, until there is no access anymore.
I didn’t quite notice it before, but the stink of death surrounds me anywhere I turn, and it gets harder and harder to breathe… or resist the impulse to puke at any corner. Despite this scenery of death, the city is silent, and I’d definitely doubt anyone or anything was around, lurking in the shadow, if I didn’t know better.
I walk and walk until my feet start to hurt, and it becomes increasingly obvious that something is wrong. The demons should have attacked by now, yet all is still silent, eerily so… until it isn’t. A loud sound of engines starts roaring a few streets further, a motorbike perhaps?
I hurry towards the sound, guns in hand and the sniper rifle at my back. As I get closer, I start hearing the distinct sound of voices screaming at each other and a battle. I’m not sure if they’re fighting against each other or demons, though it all sounds very… chaotic.
“What the hell, Nico! Are you trying to get me killed?” Says the first voice, clearly a young male.
“Hell nah. You’re doing a wonderful job yerself” I can’t help but giggle a little, they sound like siblings that banter every day.
I get to a dead end and the fight is just ahead, unreachable by this road, but I refuse to turn tail and run. That’s when I notice a fire escape that heads to the roof, high ground it is. The battle still wages while I climb the ladder and new voices come in.
“Lady! On your back!”
“I got it!” A loud and powerful explosion almost knocks me down… was that a bazooka? I get to the rooftop and I finally manage to see the battle ahead. A large amount of demons is on the streets, a couple of dozens by the looks of it, and among them there are four people, each of them holding their own against multiple enemies at once. Not bad at all. If this were a game, they’d definitely get an SSS rank. I look around for the perfect spot to set up my rifle and give them support. Turns out I got ready to shoot at the perfect time: a demon was coming towards the young man by his blind spot and all his mates were busy in their own fights. With no hesitation I shoot the demon on the head, blasting it off. The man looks at my way for a moment, then continues his battle. I give support to each of them, getting enemies out of their way and protecting their backs. Soon enough the fight is over and before I can even blink the young man is at my side.
“Who are you? What are you doing here” he still has the gun in his hand, itching to shoot at any given moment.
“Calm down, boy” I slowly get up and hold my hands up “I’m a hunter, I came here to clean up this city. Just like you guys.”
The tension on his shoulders eases up, but he sure doesn’t give me the satisfaction of putting away his weapon.
“I had everything under control, you can go back now; we don’t need civilians around. And don’t call me boy.”
I stare at him confused, did he not hear me when I told him I’m a hunter? He seems to read the confusion from my face.
“I don’t buy it. You can’t be a hunter, you look like a mother or teacher if anything.” I don’t really have a reply to that, I mean. I _am_ a teacher… and I was a mother. Plus I don’t really dress like his hunter friends: no revealing clothes, no bad ass leather, just jeans and a comfy sweater but I get interrupted before I can reply.
“Yo Nero come here we gotta go! Wait who’s that? You find yerself a hot mama huh? You nasty”
“Oh, shut up Nico!” Once again, I giggle at their interactions.
“Say what you wish, boy, but you guys sure sound like you need a mother. Anyway, we really should go. Red Grave won’t clean itself.”
With that I head back to the street and meet the other members of the crew, the funny and solar Nico, the calm but strong Lady and the seductive and down to earth Trish, completely unaware that it will change my life.
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It’s been three years since I met the crew and I must say, I grew attached to all of them, Nero and Nico in particular. They always banter and fight like teenagers but I know how much they care about each other. At first Nero was very skeptical about me and refused to even look my way for a long time, the more I was around, the less he opened up, if anything he closed off even more. Regardless I kept doing my own and, before I could even realize, I started making sure he always ate well (he had such an unbalanced diet I could feel my cholesterol rising just looking at him eat) and slept long enough. More than a few times I found myself covering him with a blanket when he fell asleep on the sofa or covering for him more than the others when we were out on missions or even worrying for him to the point I’d be the first to rush in and help him heal his injuries. It went on like this for a year until one day, when we were alone, he exploded with rage I couldn’t understand.
“Why are you doing this? You’re not my girlfriend, you’re not my mother, so why! I don’t need your stupid kindness and your stupid support, I’m not a child, just go away!” His whole body started to shake and tremble and, at first, I thought it was out of anger. I had to change my mind when I noticed the way he kept hiding his face from me, and how his voice had become a breath whispering me to go away. I didn’t quite realize until that moment how broken he was, how the conviction of being unlovable was rooted inside of him, how he felt unable of being cared for because he’d never known the unconditional love of a mother nor the protective kindness of a father. In a moment of epiphany I understood that everything I had done for him, it had never actually been _for him_, it had been for me. Salty tears started crawling to my cheeks before I could control them and words spilled out before I could choose which ones to say.
“I’m sorry, Nero. I’m so sorry. I didn’t think this would cause you pain. I just… I got to know you and you reminded me so much of my son. Of how grumpy and unhappy he looked the day I went to see him years after I gave him up for adoption believing it would be for the best because I was too young and too stupid. But it was not… it was not” my throat started to hurt and it got harder and harder to breathe.
“He got involved in some shady business and he got killed… he was just a boy. I wanted so desperately to get my son back, to fix my mistakes and I projected that on you… I only made my mistakes bigger. I’m sorry, Nero”. The little composure I had left vanished and I began crying uncontrollably, Nero’s whimpers and cries merging with mines while we looked into each other’s eyes. He closed the distance almost shyly, looking for comfort he didn’t think he deserved, and he hugged me desperately as if afraid I’d run away and leave him alone like all his parental figures had done.
We never talked about that day again, but things had clearly changed. Nero was not grumpy around me anymore, instead he liked to talk about how his days went and started coming to me for advices instead of trying to handle everything by himself like he always used to. He even introduced me to Kyrie and they both agreed I should come over to dine with them in the weekend, like a family.
I stare at Nero and Nico banter in the living room of Devil May cry reminiscing all the events in the past three years. It took time but it seems that Nero has almost healed from the wounds of loneliness and abandonment and I couldn’t be more proud. As I think this, the door opens with a loud thud and two tall men enter like they own the place (which they technically do). I’ve never met them before but the crew has talked a lot about them: Dante, the legendary devil hunter and Vergil… Nero’s father.
“We’re back!” Says the one I presume to be Dante “Why the long faces, no welcome home for us?”.
“We’re back? Is that all you have to say after vanishing for 3 goddamned years? What did you expect! A welcome home party with balloons and candles?” I speak before I can control myself, they cannot be serious.
“Excuse me, missy, but who are you? You’re trespassing, you know, this is my property. Is this your new partner, Nero?”. The nerves of this man.
“Stay away from my son” The twins stare at me, stunned, until Vergil decides to clear this up.
“Son? You’re not his biological mother”
“You’re right” I reply “I am not and, obviously, his ‘biological family’ did a much better job at taking care of him now didn’t you”.
The two men keep silent and lower their heads exchanging guilty glances.
“Now if you don’t have anything important to say, go to your rooms to think about what you’ve done and how not to fuck up again” they both look up, surprised.
“But-”
“No buts. If you’re not going to act like responsible adults, you’re not going to be treated like ones. Now go” they lower their heads once more and start walking towards the stairs.
“Yes ma’am”.
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ssson-of-sparda · 3 years ago
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Fathers Do Cry (DMC Vergil one shot)
Summary: Vergil remembers his last Father's Day with Sparda and doesn't really realise how similar to him he has become.
Tags: Father's Day special / DADGIL! / Vergil acting like a dad to Nero
Author’s note: I woke up this morning suddenly inspired. Doesn't happen very often so enjoy ;) ps: I just love Dadgil!
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His big blue eyes staring without blinking, the child was observing his father sitting by the fireplace in the parlour. Full of admiration, he was detailing all the features of his serious face, all the details of his confident posture and all the different luxurious fabrics that made his purple finery and as he did, he repeated to himself, wished, prayed, that someday, one day, he would grow up to be just like him.          “Aren’t you going to speak, Vergil?” The father’s powerful voice asked as he finally acknowledged the boy’s presence with a small amused smile, wondering what brilliant thoughts were occupying his eldest son’s sharp mind this time.            “I made this for you, father.” With a solemnity that didn’t suit a five-years-old but that somehow fitted Vergil’s young yet wise spirit and his will to be perfect son in the eyes of Sparda, the boy handed a paper sheet to his father.         “ And what would that be?” The man said as he took his son’s gift. “It’s father’s day so … I made you a poem… or tried to.” The adorable embarrassment tensing the child’s traits in funny grimaces made the father's smile wider but Vergil, suddenly too preoccupied with the blue paint stuck under his fingernails, didn’t notice it as he didn’t notice the paternal pride and the love shining in his eyes.               “I thought your mother wanted you and your brother to make a gift together this year.” “ You know Dante” Vergil sighed. “He has no artistic talent whatsoever. He wanted to make you a wooden sword to play with us.”    “ That’s actually a very good idea.”  Vergil frowned; suddenly worried that Sparda would not like his gift and preferred Dante’s – if he had made one of course. “Except when the sword looks like two twigs glued together. You should have seen this, father. It looked ri.di.cu.lous.” Sparda laughed at his son’s attitude, finding amusement in this sibling rivalry. “Why don’t you read me your poem then?”              “ I learnt it by heart actually. The paper is for you to remember this day by … and also because I wanted to illustrate it. Look.” Vergil approached his father, seized the poem from his big hands and climbed on his lap to show him the delicate aquarelle he had painted around the lines. “Impressive. Did your mother help you with this?” Vergil shook his head. “No, I did it on my own. I used a book I saw in that old man’s house I often go to as a reference.”       “ The old academic that lives down the hill? I thought you found him boring.” Vergil shook his head again, furiously this time and with a serious frown. “That’s Dante. Me, I really like him. He teaches me a lot of things. And he has lots of books. It’s incredible.”
Sparda ruffled his son’s silver hair whose hairdo was always made in order to somehow mimic his, thinking what a promising young boy Vergil was. Maybe more promising than Dante to be honest – though he knew he shouldn’t think that.   But there was something that Vergil had that Dante lacked. Perhaps rationality beyond his age … or some kind of maturity … wisdom maybe? He couldn’t really pinpoint what it was exactly. All he knew is that it was something unique and special, just like his son, something that made Sparda certain that one day his eldest would grow up to be a great man, a man greater than him, a man worthy of the Yamato and capable of handling its burdening power.
“Can I recite my poem now?” Sparda smiled at the sparkle in Vergil’s eyes. “Sure.” The boy quickly took back his previous position in front his father, cleared his throat, put his hands behind his back and stuck out his chest.
Sparda listened to every word, fascinated and amazed by his little one’s talent and profoundly moved by all the love, all the meticulousness and the time he put in each line and in each word. “Oh Vergil. The world is not yet ready for someone like you.” The father said as he let a tear roll down his cheek. “Why are you crying, father?” Vergil worried. “Because fathers cry, my son.”
That day was the last time Vergil truly celebrated Father’s day for a few weeks later he had no father, no one to make poems to, no one to admire by the fireplace. Just a memory that he feared would sooner or later fade but that he would cling to dearly for as long as he could.
“Why don’t we bring flowers to Daddy’s statue in the park today?” Eva asked when Vergil was six, when Vergil was seven, when Vergil was eight only to be welcome by a heavy silence that was no longer hiding brilliant thoughts but a painful sadness. But each time he did as Eva suggested, maybe more for her than for him, maybe because he still loved and admired Sparda even if he had left him, maybe because he thought that his father might see him and smile from wherever he was now, the same way he had smiled when he had read him his poem on his last father’s day.
And that’s certainly why, more than three decades later, he was back in this park, on this very special day with a bouquet of purple peonies he had bought on his way here and a memory that never faded. A memory he could still recite.
"Whether the sun shines or the sky cries,                 Whether the day breaks or the night wakes,       My father always as a rampart stands Protecting my house with his bare hands.
He is strong, he is brave                 And the day he always saves.     A knight in cockroach armor     To scare my terror away."
Vergil scoffed at the lines, at the way they rolled off his tongue, finding them funny and childish and not worthy of a Blake or a Fielding at all unlike what he thought when he wrote them as a child. The over-confidence of youth probably.
“Did you just come up with that?” Vergil turned around to see Nero walking towards him with a smirk. A surprise but not a bad one. “Cause the rhyming sucks a little. I expected more of you.”                “ And I suppose you’re an expert in poetry now?”         “ I may read have read one of your books.” He said as he tapped the pocket of his marine blue coat hiding Vergil's most sacred book with pride. “You still have it I see.”     “Hey! It’s a real page turner! Can’t get my nose out of it.” Vergil had a crooked smile, understanding perfectly what his son meant.
Son? Even a year after this reveal he still couldn’t believe this boy before him, the one he had lived such a terrifying yet incredible adventure with, was his own flesh and blood.
A sigh almost escaped Vergil’s lips. How did he make such a fine young man? Someone so selfless, so generous, so loving when he was nothing like that.              “ What are you doing here, Nero?” He asked, trying not to think more about this.      “ Well it’s father’s day, no? So … I made you something… or tried to.” The embarrassed grimace Nero suddenly made made Vergil’s smile grew larger but Nero, too worried to keep the gift covered with the pieces of newspapers he had taped together, didn’t see it as he didn’t see the paternal pride and the love shining in his father’s blue eyes. The same paternal pride Sparda had displayed when Vergil was a little child with a small paper in his hands.  “Thank you Nero.” The man said as he gently took the present from his son's hands, wondering what it was even though the long shape didn’t leave much place for imagination.
He cautiously unwrapped the thing, already feeling a happiness he hadn’t felt in years warming his heart. And when he saw a katana-like wooden sword that purposely looked like Yamato he couldn’t help but smile and let a tiny drop of water blur his blue eyes. “It was Dante’s idea. Though he might have suggested gluing two sticks together.” Nero said as he scratched his head. “It looks amazing.” Vergil’s honesty was like a knife in Nero’s chest but in a good way. It was as if all the stress and all the stupid fear he had felt while making this toy sword had been stabbed away. He felt relieved, joyful even that his always so stern father was genuinely grateful and seemed to appreciate his gift. “That way, you won’t have to tear my arm apart again cause look, you have two now.” Nero tried to joke but his words just erased the smile on Vergil’s face.
“There is not a single day I don't regret what I did to you.” This was Vergil’s way to say he was sorry. Nero was certain of it. He didn’t need to know his father that well to know it. After all, he was somewhat the same. “Hey, it’s in the past. Plus it grew back, so no harm done.” He winked, trying to ease the atmosphere with a bad pun worthy of Dante even though there was a time he would have ripped Vergil’s chest open for what he had done. And a part of him knew he would never forget and maybe never fully forgive what happened.               But right now he was just happy to have a family, to have a father and to finally be able to celebrate a day he has so long hated.  “ This world doesn’t deserve you, son.” Vergil solemnly declared. He had never called Nero that way and that name felt strange yet beautiful to both of them. It made the son and the father smile in ways they never thought they would smile at each other. “ Damn, are you crying old man? I thought devils never cry.” Nero suddenly harrumphed when he finally noticed the water growing in his father's eyes.                   “ Well, fathers do cry." Vergil declared as he allowed a tear of joy and pride to fall along his pale cheek. The first in a very very long time but one he will never regret or brush away. "Father do cry.” He repeated with a glance at the statue of his father behind him.
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sethrine-writes · 4 years ago
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Devil-sitter May Cry, Ch. 7
Pairing:  Dante x F!Reader, Vergil x F!Reader (Undecided)
Words:  2071
Warning:  Vergil being Vergil
Story Summary:  Low on cash and desperate for a job, you reply to a flyer for a babysitting position. Little did you know that the opportunity to watch over two special boys would bring your life so much mayhem and adventure…and, perhaps, a chance at a family of your own.
A/N:  Whew, what a hot minute it’s been for this bad boy! I’ve not forgotten, just merely had a bad case of the “wtf should I do next?” But I got it figured out! Let’s get into the thick of it, shall we?
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Chapter 7 - Not Necessarily Needed
Finding things that both V and Nero could eat together had become somewhat of a challenge for you.
Nero was the child every parent hoped for - nonplussed by veggies or fruits or temperatures, and cleared his plate every time with absolutely no fuss. V was the complete opposite, finding issues with flavors and textures at nearly every meal time and only eating small portions, though you could hardly blame that last part on taste and more on his underlying medical conditions.
Since taking up babysitting them, you felt you were starting to learn how V operated, taking careful consideration of the things he wouldn't eat and asking what it was he didn't like about the foods he ignored. It was quite the conundrum, but you were more than willing to learn how to incorporate things in a way that would be more enjoyable for him during mealtime.
So, you had promised to make the boys a special dinner that they would both enjoy, keeping exactly what it was a secret, much to the lament of two curious minds. Another evening scheduled for babysitting meant you would be in charge of dinner for the boys, so it was the perfect time to try it out.
Luckily for you, the little grocery store on your way to Devil May Cry wasn't terribly crowded. The inside was much bigger than you anticipated, however, longer rows of nicely lined canned goods and sections for both a tiny little meat market in the back and a nicely stacked produce section immediately to your right.
Despite yourself, you were immediately drawn to the stack of packaged strawberries on display, their sweet scent enticing you into grabbing a carton, and then a second one, for good measure. They would make a great snack later into the evening, and both Nero and V seemed to love them, much to your relief.
You smiled at the thought of the two boys, remembering what you had set out to get in the first place and beginning your trek through the store to find the ingredients you would need.
Peering down the aisles, you scanned the shelves slowly and with purpose, almost missing the pair of familiar faces at the end of one aisle and having to do a double-take when your mind caught back up with you.
It was rather odd seeing Vergil, of all people, in a grocery store rather than at the shop. It was almost just as strange seeing him dressed down from his usual get-up, though the nice slacks and collared shirt looked very becoming on him. He also seemed a bit more relaxed, though you weren't completely sure if it was because of the different environment, the clothing, or that he simply felt more comfortable-
You were staring, you realized rather abruptly, blinking a few times as you reorganized your thoughts, almost wanting to laugh at how easily your train of thought had derailed.
With an amused huff, you moved towards the pair, catching V's attention as you got closer. His eyes lit up considerably, and you were sure he was smiling excitedly, though it was thoroughly hidden behind the simple cloth mask shielding his face from his cute little nose downward. It was a necessary precaution, you knew, but it still felt like a crime to hide his sweet smile from the world.
"Papa, look!" he exclaimed excitedly while tugging at his father's hand, breaking away seconds later to excitedly wrap his thin arms around your legs.
Vergil didn't appear too worried that V had wandered away, and part of you had a feeling that the demon hunter already knew you were approaching almost as soon as you stepped foot in the same aisle. 
"Hey there, V," you greeted with a chuckle, carding your fingers through his hair as he pulled back to look up at you with happy eyes. "I was just on my way to the shop, but I had to stop to get a few things. Looks like you and your dad had the same idea, hm?"
"We don't have anymore soup," V lamented, leaning a bit heavier against you in a feigned show of dismay.
"Truly a tragedy," you answered with a mocked tone of seriousness, smiling and winking at V when he peeked up at you. His following giggles were too precious for words.
"Where's your partner in crime, huh? Surprised I haven't seen him yet."
"Nero stayed home with uncle Dante," V explained, his voice lowering to that of a not-really-at-all whisper as he added, "they're working on something secret."
"Vitale," Vergil spoke suddenly, his tone baring a light warning. V gasped and popped his little hands over his mask-covered mouth as he moved back to his father's side. His eyes still held a giddiness to them when he looked back up at you, however, so he wasn't in trouble, just being reminded to keep the secret, whatever it may have been.
You looked up at Vergil, then, who seemed to still be focused on the selection of canned soups before him, seemingly deep in consideration, though you knew better than to doubt how very much aware he truly was of his surroundings.
"I'm surprised to see you without your, ah, katana," you spoke as a means of small talk, hoping you had remembered the style of his sword correctly.
"It tends to frighten the public without need of it," he replied matter-of-factly, eyes darting to you for a fraction of a second. "Why are you here?"
The question caught you off-guard, and for a moment, you felt as if you were being reprimanded for something you didn't know you had done.
"I...well, I had an idea for a dinner the boys would both like," you explained while looking down at V and smiling, "or, well, I hope they do, at least. I just needed to pick up a few things before-"
"You're not needed, tonight."
The statement alone shouldn't have made you feel any sort of way, really, but Vergil's intimidating self made it feel like a jab in the chest. It was just the way he was, succinct to the point of almost too harsh, too serious at times, but it still hurt for reasons you could not explain.
You were well and truly confused.
"Dante said you both had a job-?"
"It was canceled this morning," he answered. "Dante tried calling you, though claims you did not answer."
Your brows furrowed in further confusion before realization dawned on you.
With a quiet, barely muttered curse under your breath, you reached for your cell phone in your pocket, flipping it open to find you had three missed calls and a voicemail from the shop, of which you had labeled DMC in your contacts. From the time stamps, he must have tried to get a hold of you right after you left for the bus.
“This stupid thing,” you groused, frustrated and just on the side of embarrassed for basically having left the house for no reason.
“I’m so sorry,” you started aloud as you pocketed your phone once more, “I should have looked before I left the house. Stupid ringer hasn’t been working properly...oh, but that’s no excuse. I guess...I guess just give me a call on my home number the next time you guys need me.”
An apologetic smile crossed your lips as you looked down at V, who seemed to understand that you wouldn’t be visiting that day and held a particular kind of disappointment in his gaze.
“I’ll see you in a day or two, okay, kiddo? Say hello to Nero for me.”
You then looked back up at Vergil.
“Sorry, again. I’ll be more mindful to check my phone before I leave the house, just in case this happens again.”
Unsure how else to end the conversation, you gave a curt nod and turned around, mumbling about how stupid you were for not having checked your phone, of all the days to forget, c’mon, it really had to be today?
As you began your walk of shame down the aisle, you were unaware of the way V looked at his father imploringly, tugging lightly at his wrist to gain his attention. You missed the way Vergil caught on to the look his son was providing, missed how the usually stoic man’s intense stare followed you for a short moment, how his calculating gaze actually softened just a fraction...
"We don't have plans."
You paused in your retreat, turning back around to fix yet another confused stare on Vergil, who looked rather stiff all of a sudden despite having done nothing but intently look over the cans of soup before him.
"I'm sorry?"
"For dinner, that is," he clarified, gaze cutting over to you briefly, purposefully. "Nothing set in stone, though knowing Dante, he'll want to order in, as usual. It's quite tiresome, eating from the same three places everyone can agree on."
There was a moment of silence as you ruminated on what was said, feeling as if, perhaps, you were missing something. You may not have known Vergil very well, just yet, but you knew enough to figure that he wasn't much for saying things without intent, and it definitely felt like there was some intent hiding somewhere in his words.
Vergil's eyes cutting over to you once more had you jumping into action at their piercing intensity, stepping closer subconsciously and speaking nearly without thinking.
"W-well, uh, I did have plans for dinner...for the boys, of course," you stammered through, hoping you had caught on correctly to what was being implied behind his words, "and it'll be another hour or so before the next bus comes around. I'd be more than happy to cook for everyone, if you don't mind me waiting around."
You could see the line of Vergil's shoulders visibly relax, his posture not as stiff as it had been before, and it took you a moment longer to realize that the seemingly apathetic man had actually been nervous over what you would say. The knowledge alone was nearly jarring.
There was no way a man like him would be nervous over a woman like you. What a silly notion!
"I've no doubt no one would object to your presence, or your cooking, if the praises of young minds are anything to go by," Vergil responded coolly, "though for your recipe, do keep in mind how voracious the two at home can be."
"I've seen how much Nero puts away," you mused with a chuckle, "so I can only imagine what Dante is like. I'll make sure to double everything."
"If cost is any concern," Vergil spoke up suddenly, finally meeting you head-on for the first time during your impromptu meeting, "I'm prepared to cover anything you hadn't anticipated in your budget."
The sincerity behind his words was...actually rather sweet, if you thought about it. Granted, you hadn't anticipated needing to double the recipe, but you were certain you had enough to cover everything you needed. Still, that he had offered to pay the extra was actually very kind of him.
"I should be able to cover it," you answered with a smile. "Dinner's on me, tonight. You can cook for me, next time."
You meant it as a joke, following up your nonchalant words with a light chuckle. It was a moment too late that you realized your joke could have been misinterpreted or in poor taste, however, and you nearly spluttered in your haste to rectify yourself.
"Oh, I-I didn't mean it like- what I meant was-"
"It would only be fair," Vergil cut in, his icy gaze having moved back to the canned goods as he finally selected something from the shelf and placed it in his hand-held basket.
"Right, yes," you agreed in a rush of breath, mentally hitting yourself for being so damnably awkward in that moment.
You were a trainwreck, truly. And it wasn't even a Monday!
"I'll just...go grab everything, then. I'll, uh, meet you at the strawberries when I'm done?"
You were met with an affirmative hum, followed by V's excited little gasp as he looked up at Vergil, speaking for the first time since you had addressed his father with a much more chipper outlook.
"Ooh, strawberries?! Papa, can we get some?"
Perhaps you would only need one carton of the fruit, after all.
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skvaderarts · 4 years ago
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Hiraeth Chapter 18: Venture
Masterlist can be found Here!
Chapter Eighteen: Venture
Notes: I have embarked on a self-destructive quest to collect every one of the DMC books. I never realized there were about fifty of them, especially for dmc1 since those comics have different cover variants. I have like 7 active bay orders and three Amazon deliveries scheduled for just this month! This is a self-inflicted hell that I was not emotionally, mentally, or financially prepared for, and somehow I still don’t regret it. Is this what insanity looks like? Oh yeah, the story. Moving on…
(-~-)
A few days later…
The city was bustling as always, roads paved with cobblestones and asphalt traversed by a steady stream of vehicles that cut a swath through the city, forming the metaphorical circulatory system synonymous with a metropolitan city of this size and magnitude. A cool but familiar breeze swept in from the coast, passing through the harbor, through the buildings, and down the street, causing nothing more than a minor inconvenience to anyone who was present outside of their vehicles or homes. But in spite of it all, things had somehow changed since they’d left not more than a week ago, their trip to Vie Du Marlin cut short after just a few days. And now that they were back, not a single one of them could place what had shifted during their departure, but it was something that they noticed nonetheless.
In truth, Lucia couldn’t remember how many years it had been since she’d been to Dante’s stomping grounds. From her recollection, it had been about a decade. Seemingly every time that she left her home, it was at her longtime friend’s behest, and that wasn’t something that she minded in the slightest. She actually enjoyed traveling despite the fact that she never got the opportunity to do so very much in her day-to-day life, especially if it meant that she had to leave the island. This was a welcome change of pace, even if she didn’t really know what she was doing there.
Without even needing to be told that something wasn’t right, she knew. It was just something in the air, a certain atmosphere that had fallen over the entire place that she couldn’t put her finger on. But she knew and she knew that everyone else around her knew and just wasn’t saying anything about it. Maybe everyone else just assumed that everyone else also noticed and didn’t feel the need to bring it up. Or maybe they were all trying to ignore it for some ill-defined reason that she couldn’t comprehend. Either way, there was most certainly something going on, and she didn’t know what it was, but what she did know was that she didn’t like it very much at all. Nope, not one bit. But she was still here and she wasn’t going anywhere until she didn’t need to be there any longer.
As they rounded the corner near the central park that contained the Dark Knight Sparda’s statue, a jolt in the van snapped her out of her absentminded thoughts. Everyone in the van was just so… quiet. For some, it was the kind of quiet contemplation that you might involuntarily undertake during a car ride, simply basking in the silent ambiance. But aside from V and Sirrus, she didn’t get the impression that that was why everyone else was silent. Dante was reading some sort of magazine that she didn’t recognize, and Vergil just seemed to be the sort who didn’t know how to relax to save his life. Everything about his posture seemed to make him and everyone else around him uncomfortable, and she was somewhat sure that he didn’t even notice that. At least Nero and Nico were moving a little from their positions in the front seat as they carried on, otherwise, she would start to worry that at least one person in this van was actually dead.
Moments later, they hit another bump in the road, more than likely harder than they should have. Lucia felt herself lurch forward slightly, looking over towards the front seat as if doing so would give her an answer as to why they were driving in the manner that they were. When she didn’t find what she was looking for, she turned her attention back towards Dante and his silent book reading. He’d changed too much from when she’d last seen him; from when she’d first seen him, in that regard. But one notable change that she could now identify was there was one that she was happy for. The everpresent sorrow that she’d once seen utterly consume him wasn’t at the very forefront of who he was like it had once been. It was still there, but he seemed to be at peace in some regard in a way that she’d never seen. She wondered if Vergil noticed as well. After all, he had to be part of the reason for that change. Although she didn’t really know the entirety of the history between them, she knew enough to see that his return from wherever he’d been all this time was influential on Dante. She wasn’t sure if that was a good thing yet, but it had come with a few perks that she appreciated on his behalf.
She was happy to see him happier.
Leaning over to peek over his shoulder, she managed to inadvertently draw his attention away from whatever he was reading. The devil hunter in red looked over at her with a questioning look, lowering the flimsy, well-worn magazine and raising a curious eyebrow. Clearly, she wasn’t trying to be sneaky in any way, shape, or form, but her curiosity was still something that he didn’t expect, and that was enough by itself to garner the attention that she was probably trying to attract in the first place but was just too polite to request. It was as understandable as it was entertaining, and the youngest of the Dark Knight Sparda’s twin sons wasn’t at all bothered by it.
“Lookin’ for somethin’?” He said almost sarcastically, trying his best to hide his amusement from her. He’d forgotten how enjoyable it could be to be around Lucia. For one, she didn’t stab him when he got on her nerves, not that he was sure that he’d ever managed to actually do that. She was too polite most of the time to even really say anything, though he was pretty certain that she was still irritated with him about how long he’d left after they’d defeated Argosax and Arius. One day he’d have to fully make that up to her. After all, here she was, helping him out anyway. No hard feelings. You didn’t find friends like that every day. At least she was in a better place personally than she had once been way back when they had first met. Dante had at least grown up knowing what he truly was, even if he didn’t like it at times. Finding out after the fact had to be pretty jarring… 
The Demonslayer’s attention turned to Nero and V for a moment. Nero had grown up surrounded by demon fanatics who literally worshiped his grandfather as a god without knowing who he truly was, and that had left an undeniable impact on his life. But even still, he’d managed to overcome the cards she’d been dealt and turn out alright. V though… he was immensely complicated. Dante didn’t know the entirety of either of his nephews’ pasts, but something told him that V had gone through more than a few dark experiences in his youth. There was just something obtuse about him that he couldn’t place, and he knew it came from what he didn’t know about him. And from what he knew, none of his experiences with the supernatural had exactly been positive, let alone good go him. He couldn’t help but wonder what he thought about all of this. The past was complicated for everyone in their family, much like the present. He hoped the future wouldn’t be more of the same in that regard. Once Belial was out of the picture, they could go from there. It was all just so much to take in all at once, wasn’t it?
Sparing a quick glance between Lucia and the rest of the members of the team that were currently in the van, he remembered something about the last time he’d visited Lucia’s homeland. He’d have to go back and visit that place when all of this was over and they finally got the chance to take her home. Sometimes he really missed Cerberus. He’d been a good stinky little pooch, and an even better weapon. The new one was great and all, but there was just something about the original that it couldn’t top on a personal level. He’d lost a lot over the years, and he’d given even more away, but that was one thing that he’d known that he needed to do at the time that he’d come to regret later and he still did. But that’s what life was, wasn’t it? A series of regrets that you either did or didn’t recover for, normally due to well-intentioned actions that came back to bite you. He and Vergil had both been fools in their youth, just like everyone else. They were just a different kind of fool than everyone else around them in most ways. All then needed to do now was move past that now. Easier said than done.
“No, not really. Well, kind of. Are we in a hurry?” Lucia said politely, tilting her head in Nico’s general direction. She hadn’t asked many questions before agreeing to come here, so much of what was going on was a mystery to her. But what she did know was that Dante needed her help, and she was going to give it to him. He’d always been there to help her when she needed it most, and she wasn’t the type to backpedal on those who needed her, especially when they so rarely asked for her help in the first palace.
Dante gave her a blank look for a moment before the metaphorical lightbulb came on in his head. Oh, that’s what she’d meant, wasn’t it? That made sense enough. “Oh, you mean- no, Nico always drives like this. It’s just kinda her thing. Probably should have told you that before you got in the van. My bad.”
Lucia blanched. She drove like this every time they went somewhere?! How was anyone alive still?! Why didn’t literally anyone else drive? Did they just not care anymore?
Vergil glanced over at them both as they rounded the last corner and pulled into the parking spot out front of the office, a hard-to-read look on his face. “There are several things you should have told her before asking her to come here, her driving being towards the bottom of that list. But I don’t think that would have changed her answer. There is clearly more than a little history between the both of you.”
The younger of the two scoffed. “Oh, Brother. You have no idea.”
Lucia glanced between them both, chuckling awkwardly under her breath. Goodness, these two were something else, weren’t they? Despite the fact that they were identical twins, they seemed to have quite a hard time talking to one another. It was almost as if there was some form of residual bitterness or resentment between them that they were working towards getting over. She wasn’t going to ask. They would tell her if they wanted her to know. But she got the impression that whatever this was between them had once been even worse than it was now, so at least they were probably making progress. And they did seem to have one thing in common: they were both really good at saying what was on their mind, at least to one another. She wasn’t sure that was a good thing, but it was something. What on earth had happened between the two of them to make them this way?
Moments later, the van came to a full stop. V put his book away and turned to face them, a slightly perplexed look on his face. He’d only been half paying attention to what they were talking about, his attention clearly elsewhere. But even still, he could just feel the awkwardness in the atmosphere, and that by itself was enough to put him on alert. How many fights could he and Nero possibly break up between the two of them in one month?! It was slightly ridiculous.
Exiting the van, the group traveled inside the office, noting that the lights out front of the office were once again not on. The moment that he caught sight of this fact, Dante cursed himself eternally. How had he managed to forget to pay the bill again? He’d actually done it on time for once in his life the last time that the bill had come around out or the fear that Nero would do it again with the money that he didn’t have or that he’d once again be behind on the bills. Nero had spent a sizable amount of money to help get him out of that hole, and he’d totally let it slip his mind.
A cursory glance back at the rest of the crew as he walked up the stairs gave him a mixed bag of results. Half of them didn’t seem to notice, and the other half that didn’t seem to have an easily accessible response to it. Maybe they just didn’t care? After all, it was evening. Maybe the sign had just been turned off or something and he was overreacting? It was entirely possible that one of them had hit the switch on the way out of the door when they’d left, especially since Vergil lived there now. He had noticed that his twin was significantly more fiscally minded than he was, and actually seemed to pay attention to how much the bills were going to be. One could only hope that the power was actually still on, or he was going to have to have a very awkward conversation with his twin. He could only hide the books from Vergil for so long…
Upon entering the building, Dante flicked the switch to find that the power was, in fact, actually off. Damn it. Of course it was. He walked over to his desk as the others filed in behind him, pretending not to notice that the lights weren’t on. Maybe if he just didn’t bring attention to it no one would-
Before he could even finish that thought, V stepped through the doorway. Upon noticing that the lights were not on, he stepped out of the way of anyone who might be walking behind him and reached for the switch, flicking it into the on position. He glanced up towards the ceiling and, upon realizing that neither the fan nor the lights were going to actually come on, he looked over towards the desk in the middle of the room that Dante was so fond of sitting at. This was at least the second time that he’d come over to his uncle’s house and the power hadn’t been on. He was starting to think that Dante might have some sort of problem with paying the bills, or just didn’t like to be able to see in his office. Maybe he could see in the dark or something? Was it just willful defiance on his part?
“Dante… your power is off again,” V said calmly as if he had half expected to stumble into the office and find himself in the dark. After all, Morrison had used part of the money he’d made when they had first met to turn on Dante’s power. He hadn’t forgotten that little detour on the way to start the contract. “Did you forget to pay the bill again before we left, or did you just not care since no one would be here?”
The older demon hunter looked over at his nephew, dying inside a little bit. Vergil gave him a mildly disapproving look, folding his arms as he closed his eyes for a moment and exhaled heavily. A moment later, he opened them, now seemingly frustrated as it probably occurred to him that this had to be at least the second time that his twin brother had failed to pay the utility bills on time. He looked as though he was going to say something to his younger twin, but Lucia entered the building a moment later, halting his words. It seemed that he didn’t want her to hear whatever it was that he had been planning to say, so at least for the time being, Dante would live to see another day.
“Let’s call it the second one, and not the first one, hu V?” Dante said, responding to his nephew’s inquiry. The younger man hadn’t meant to throw him firmly under the bus in the manner that he just had. Probably. But that didn’t change the fact that he was now going to spend the remainder of the day under Vergil’s unflinching watch until his twin got a satisfactory answer as to why the bills hadn’t been paid. In fact, it could be longer than that if the power wasn’t immediately turned back on. As soon as Vergil realized that he couldn’t do anything meaningful to entertaining himself in the dark, he was officially a dead man walking.
Being the kind person that she was, Lucia did, in fact, notice that the lights were no on, and she had heard V’s statement, but she didn’t feel the need to say anything to him about it just yet. She’d pick fun at him about his apparent lack of ability to keep the power on at a later date. For now, she was content as she was. It wasn’t as if she was afraid of the dark or anything like that.
V nodded, turning his attention to the couch. Call it jet lag, but he suddenly felt very tired, and he wasn’t entirely sure as to why that was. He needed to sit down and catch his breath for a moment before doing anything else. Not that he had anything in particular that he needed to do besides going home and getting a good night’s rest. He wondered if either of their guests were staying with Dante for the night. After all, Vergil was in the spare room. They could sleep on the couch, but that seemed a little uncomfortable. And then there was Nero’s house, but that only accounted for one of them. So a hotel, then? Or maybe…
“Have you decided where you’re going to stay for the next little while, Lucia? Or for that matter, are you headed back to Magnolia’s house, Sirrus? It’s getting to be quite late, isn’t it?” V said as he reclined on the couch, waiting for their responses. He already knew what he planned to say, but he wasn’t entirely sure why he’d decided to do what he planned to do.
Lucia sat down on the other end of the couch, taking in the space she currently occupied. This was certainly different from the last place she’d visited when she’d come to wait for her friend before. She didn’t remember the address from before, so she wouldn’t be surprised if this was actually a brand new office. “Actually, no. I have not thought much about it. I should probably figure that out, especially since I have no idea how long I will be here. Why were you asking?”
Sirrus concurred, leaning over the back of the couch as he looked between the two of them. Now he was curious as to what V was getting at. “I had considered leaning on her a little longer against my better judgment, but she likes to keep her guest room available for emergencies. I am no such thing. I suppose a hotel would be the natural choice with no other options presented to me. Why?”
V shrugged nebulously, suddenly uncomfortable with being the subject of their shared attention. “I was going to… did you… I have several spare rooms. I believe there are five bedrooms in my new residence, and I live alone. For whatever reason, the specifics of that number escape me at the moment.”
The man with the red hair chortled slightly, tilting his head to one side. “You don’t remember how many bedrooms your new house has?” disbelief was evident in his voice as he spoke, but he tried to keep how funny he found that to himself. Was V alright? He seemed somewhat frazzled. “Regardless, I’d be more than happy to accept your offer. At least you probably have electricity.”
Lucia made a sound somewhere between a chuckle and a snicker. “You're probably right. V, you seem like the responsible sort. I’d be happy to keep you both company, if it’s not too much trouble.” Lucia looked over towards the desk, noting that Vergil was leaning against the wall, giving Dante a menacing look from behind his back. Dante was clearly pretending to not notice, but she could practically feel him pouring sweat from where she sat on the other side of the room. Oh, dear… “Seeing a little bit more of the city sounds like a nice idea, and if I was to go with my gut, I’d say that Dante isn’t long for this world. His brother seems quite upset with him… again.”
The young white-haired devil hunter nodded. “Oh, I’m almost certain that you’re correct. I don’t suspect he will last the night. I have no desire to witness a murder.” he turned towards Nero to gain his attention. The younger of the two was standing next to the front door, leaned against the wall much as he had been when he’d first arrived there himself. “Nero, care to join us?”
Nero snapped out of the apparent daydreaming episode that he’d been taking part in and nodded, practically ready to jump at the idea of not being at the office any longer in than he had to be, especially with how dark it was becoming and how likely their father was to fly off into a murderous rage at any moment. “Shit, I thought you’d never ask. Let’s get the hell out of there. I’m not in the mood to deal with this crap tonight. Nico, start the van. We’re leaving. Now.”
(-~-)
Supposedly, I’ll be out of town sometime this week, but I’m not sure. Don’t worry, I’m not going super far. This isn’t the time for a vacation in like a different state or something. It’s just a short 2-3 hour road trip to go see some stuff and head home. Most of the time we will be in a car. But you know how you have that one friend who makes plans with you and then literally always cancels them? Yea, this is that friend. He’s pushed this back about three times now, so we will see. Anyway, I hope you liked this chapter! See you Friday!
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klimp42 · 6 years ago
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Devil May Cry V Review: A Pizza Style Boys End
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Well after 11 long years here we are, a sequel to probably one of my favorite franchise in history, Devil May Cry V and what a fantastic sequel it is. Now unlike my last review, the iron for this one is still warm. I know it's been a month but hear me out here, I want to be able to spoil some stuff and not feel to bad since, hey its been a month since the game came out, but if you still haven’t played DMCV then watch out we got some spoilers up ahead.
Alright so before we go into talking about all the things this game did right and wrong, I should probably give some backstory to this almost 20 year old franchise whose last canon game came out 11 years ago, I know another “DMC” came out since then but we don’t talk about DMC Devil May Cry. So Devil May Cry for those who don’t know is the story of one of the sons of the legendary Dark Knight Sparda, whose Sparda? The biggest baddest demon who decided that demons being dicks on Earth isn’t cool, betrayed his kind and fight them back to hell and sealed them in it using his amazing power. For the next 2000 years, he acted as Earth’s guardian and then eventually he met either the most smoking hot or most powerful or both, girl ever named Eva. He married her and had twin sons named Dante and Vergil. Now demons aren't a big fan of Sparda because of the whole betrayal and locking them into hell thing, and no one hates him more then his old boss, the demon king Mundus. So one day Sparda dies, don’t ask how its never been fully explained he just died, and Mundus sees this as the perfect opportunity for some revenge and sends a bunch of demons to kill Sparda’s family, but those demons suck and only succeeded in killing Eva.
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So after all that and to speed this up to talking about the actual game, Dante and Vergil leave their destroyed home and go about following two paths, Vergil stylishly lusting for power and Dante being a stylish gun for hire, and eventually a demon hunter. Backstory aside all you really need to remember is style means everything, Sparda was the coolest, Dante and Vergil have two different ideas on how to live life.
Alright so moving on to DMCV, let's finally talk about what I feel is a perfect end to the story of Dante and Vergil. DMCV takes place about ten years after the events of DMC4 and involves Dante getting a job by mysterious new guy going by “V”, V wants Dante to go kick the ass of this new demon named Urizen who is causing all sorts of havoc in Red Grave City, where he has raised this giant demonic plant called a Qliphoth which if it isn’t stopped will lead to the end of the world. So Dante, his friends Lady and Trish, go to Red Grave City, into the Qliphoth to stop Urizen, but he starts taking a long time so V gets nervous and decides to go pick up Nero, one of the main characters of DMC4, who just a few days ago had gotten his arm ripped off, it was a demonic one that had Vergil’s sword in it. I know that sounds insane, but if I explained everything in this game series we would be here for a forty more pages, so let's just move on, things are crazy and V tells Nero that the demon who took his arm is Urizen and the Dante needs his help. Fast forward a few hours, Dante is losing his fight to Urizen, Trish and lady are knocked out, V can’t do shit since all he can do is hobble on his cane and let his demon buddies do his work for him, so Nero tries to help and also doesn’t question why this demon looks nothing like the human shaped figure that took his arm, he loses, Dante loses and things go south really fast. In the end, Nero leaves to train for a month to try and actually beat Urizen, V stays behind to try and slow down the Qliphoth’s spread and Dante is assumed to be dead.
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Well now that all that back story has been dealt with, let's move on to gameplay, setting and the fantastic soundtrack. So while not being the first DMC game that you can play more than one character, it is the first base release game that you play as multiply characters, Nero, V and Dante, who spoilers is still totally fine and alive. Each character plays completely differently, making it so that depending on who you are playing in the level offers a completely different experience. Nero controls similar to his DMC 4 counterpart, he has the Red Queen that can be revved up to do longer and fire infused attacks, he also has his Blue Rose which can be charged to do explosive shot. The difference of DMC V Nero and DMC4 Nero, is that he no longer has his Devil Bringer, his arm that was taken, instead he has a bunch of different prosthetics he can call upon called Devil Breakers, offering different abilities like a big electric hand, a rocket fist, the ability to stop time, one that lets you go wild with big crazy attacks and a few others. Other than that, he has the same combos and movement and if you liked playing as Nero in DMC4 you’ll love it here, especially after you beat the game which is the only thing I won’t fully spoil, just know you can do some cool stuff.
Now if I was to do this right, I would start talking about V, but I want to keep the speed of similar characters going so let's talking about the pizza loving devil hunter Dante. Like Nero, Dante is very similar to his DMC4 counterpart, honestly his is the exact same if it wasn’t for the fact his sword changes three times and he gets Sin Devil Trigger. I know you might he saying why spoil this and not Nero, well this was in the trailers and Nero’s thing wasn’t. Seriously it's the same bread and butter Dante had in DMC4, you can switch between his four styles of Trickster, a dashing and teleporting style, Swordmaster, a style that increase the moveset of your devil arms, Gunslinger, a style that lets you do crazy gun tricks, and Royal Guard, a hard style to master but it lets you guard attacks and turn them back on your enemies. He has his main sword Rebellion, which becomes his main sword Devil Sword Dante, he has his guns Ebony and Ivory and Coyote-A and gains more throughout the course of the story as he beats bosses. You have your devil trigger that lets you regain health and do more damage, and through the story you get Sin Devil Trigger that lets you do insane damage but you cannot heal. Listen, if you like Dante and like playing as him, you will love him in this, he controls well and its stylish as hell.
Alright so it's time for the boy I skipped, V, and the reason for that is because he is the newest character and controls completely different from every other DMC character you have been able to play as. V doesn’t actually fight, he kills demons, but he does not fight, his boys Griffin, Shadow and Nightmare fight for him, demon summons who share appearances and names with enemies from the first Devil May Cry. As V you just stand back and let your demons fight for you and when they drop the enemies health you rush in and kill them with you cane. It is this exact gameplay that has people split, unlike Dante and Nero, you are not in the action, you are off in the distance hitting buttons for combos that you don’t have full control for. Personally, I feel that once you get more used to it that it's not so bad, you have certain moves that allow you to keep control of where Griffin and Shadow are and if things get to hectic or those bastards just won’t listen to you you can spend devil trigger to make them to increase damage and fight by themselves. You also can use devil trigger to summon Nightmare and have him just fall onto the battlefield and fuck things up for you and you can also get an ability that lets you jump up and control him. So while V is the most hands off character and some people are not fans of that, I love and will always protect my hands off emo son.
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The last few things to talk about in DMCV, like always style is a factor in fights and the more varied and different your attacks are leads to higher style points and taunting the enemies gives you a ton of style points, which while before was just so you felt cool, with the games new multiplayer elements in which in certain missions you play alongside other players, now other people can know if you are super cool. However unlike previous DMC games, there are no items to be used, no holy waters or stars to heal you or refill your devil trigger meter, however to balance this enemies drop more orbs that fulfil this function and you can find orb packs to break that heal you or refill your devil trigger.
The setting of this game is much less varied compared to previous canon title DMC4, which I feel is better for it, since you have a coherent theme to the whole story. Your setting is the streets, buildings and sewers of Red Grave City, the destroyed areas around the Qliphoth,and the inside of the Qliphoth itself. Personally, I feel like this gives the game a more end of the world feel, as you see drained corpses of the people of Red Grave City and places that looked lived in just a month ago, I know that other DMC games have let you go through cities, but in those the cities where always just abandoned since they couldn’t really have a bunch of corpses on screen while you were styling on demons.
Alright so one of the things I couldn’t wait to talk about, the soundtrack, which is just great. Listen, if you like any of the other DMC soundtracks you will love this game and if you like rock and roll you will love this games soundtrack. Hell, even if you don’t like rock after a while of playing this game you will grow to love it. The soundtrack is also tied to you style meter so as you do better the song gets better while you are fighting by adding more bass, chorus, and increasing the volume, all building up to a full song to match how cool you look as you dodge, taunt and style on these demons. To get a taste of what it will be like when you go full style god,  lookup Devil Trigger, Crimson Cloud and Subhuman, those three songs play while you kick ass as Nero, Dante and V and makes you feel so bad ass when you are taunting and beating down demons. Also the songs during the boss fights are also amazing, seriously the way that DMC incorporates music as you fight is masterful and makes you seem cool as hell.
Now I know I have been singing this games praises, but it is not perfect, its close though damn close. One big detractor that might affect you is the voice acting, it’s great sometimes and others it is just a little of sync to what the character is saying and the story, while great, does have a few moments that are weird like how because Nero says quit it, Dante and a newly refreshed Vergil go alright and stop their fight to the death and instead decide to jump into hell and stop and kill the Qliphoth.
So yeah those are my only complaints, I said it was close to perfect and I mean it. This game is the Devil May Cry that we have deserved since DMC4, it controls well, looks beautiful and gives a final send-off to Dante and Vergil, leaving the stage for future games to focus on Nero and Nico and even new casts of characters. Honestly if you enjoyed old DMC games, even DMC Devil May Cry, pick this game up as you need to play it. If you have never played a DMC game before, play the free demo and see if its your speed and if it is, then dive on it and be the stylish demon hunter you were meant to be.
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octoberinspo · 7 years ago
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            DmC DEVIL MAY CRY SENTENCE STARTERS.
                           Might include some spoilers, if you haven’t played the game.                                          Vergil’s Downfall starters also under the cut.
“You know the terms, you know the consequences.”
“The world is at last your bitch. As am I.”
“I am not one for the death penalty, so... there’s only one way to do it: illegally shoot the son of a bitch.”
“Just doing God’s work.”
“[Name]! Get out of there, you’re in danger!”
“Who are you? What do you want?”
“You were careless. You left a trail. Now he’s onto you.”
“Demon scum.”
“Bad day for a hangover.”
“Get your filthy fucking claw off my trailer!”
“You missed.”
“You wanna fight? Let’s go.”
“I missed you girls.”
“I’m risking my life here for you. I want to help.”
“Follow me. Now!”
“Hey! Get down here and fight!”
“You have been found. You are dead.”
“If you’re calling me a son of a bitch, you wouldn’t be the first.”
“How do you know my name?”
“My boss knows you. He wants to meet.”
“Please. I helped you back there.”
“I didn’t ask for your help.”
“We are the last and only line of defense.”
“We’ve accumulated vast intelligence on the demons and their collaborators.”
“We can hit them where it hurts.”
“You don’t remember me?”
“How much of your childhood do you remember?”
“Rewind a bit, who are you again?”
“You really believe you can make a dent?”
“So that’s what this is about. You need me to fight the demons, help you save the world.”
“What else were you planning on doing with your life?”
“You (guys) do seem really nice, but I’m more of a loner type. Trust issues, work alone, that kind of thing.”
“What makes you think I give a shit?”
“At least give me a chance to show you.”
“What are you doing?”
“Doesn’t smell too good. What’s in the can?”
“Just be careful. It can get rough in there.”
“I like it rough.”
“And who the hell are you?”
“They’re here! They’ve found us.”
“What the hell happened here?”
“Fucking demons.”
“She gave her life so that we could escape. I will never forget what he did to her.”
“You’re my brother.”
“He’s never coming back.”
“I want to know more.”
“Do you remember this place?”
“What are you hiding in there?”
“So what’s the plan?”
“If we hit him where it hurts, let his anger rule him, I believe we can draw him out.”
“Which one do you wanna do first?”
“Don’t draw attention!”
“I’m gonna get up there and rip you apart.”
“Never seen a witch use a spray can before.”
“It just seemed to drag on forever... Church.”
“How do people actually fall for this crap?”
“If you’re told something is true often enough, you tend to believe it.”
“How did you figure it all out?”
“When the people you trust most turn out to be demon scum... your eyes really do open up to evil everywhere.”
“I took a stand. Fought back, killed... no matter the consequences.”
“I just knew in my heart I wasn’t crazy.”
“You said you’ve been here before?”
“Alright, see you on the other side.”
“Obesity, stupidity... Drink Virility!”
“What in the shitting hell is going on here?”
“That was just a big fat joke.”
“C’mon. Let’s go get this succubus.”
“Ugh, smells of sick...”
“I’m your prom date, you ugly sack of shit!”
“You want to kill me? You can’t kill me! I’m twelve hundred years old!”
“You disgusting fuck child!”
“I’m going to pull off your head, piss down your neck, and shit on your worthless carcass.”
“You’re dumped.”
“You know what your problem is? You’re too clingy!”
“I think you’re all mixed up.”
“You guys seem tight. How’d you meet?”
“Listen, I never asked for your help, but you gave it and I appreciate it. I trust you. You can trust me too.”
“You’ll have to go alone this time.”
“We don’t know much about this demon.”
“You have committed crimes against the holy order of demons.”
“Who’s there? I know you’re there. I can feel you! Who is it? I’ll cut your head off!”
“I forget. You and I see things differently.”
“You only see evil in me because I am a demon. Try opening your mind. It’s all a matter of perspective.”
“I have something to show you.”
“That was wild.”
“I am no longer suited to violence.”
“What made you change your mind?”
“Good. I finally have your attention.”
“I’m taking you off the air!”
“You’re not big or clever, [Name.] You’re tiny and stupid.”
“Give it up, you little emo punk!”
“You’re cornered. We got you, we’ll crush you! And you know what? We’ll do it live!”
“Who are you fighting for anyway? The people?”
“Make your next move if you will. You’ve already lost.”
“Is there a way out of here.”
“We don’t have time for this.”
“There’s nothing we can do, let’s go.”
“Okay, listen to me, we don’t have much time.”
“Do not fight back.”
“I’m scared. What will they do to me?”
“Should we play with him a bit first?”
“You wanna dance? Let’s dance.”
“We don’t normally let the feral rats in here, but I’ve been hearing so much about you! I’m dying to see what all the fuss is about.”
“Tell me, [Name]. What bring you here? The music? The champagne sparklers? The girls?”
“You have no idea who you’re dealing with, do you?”
“I’m not here to play your games.”
“Congratulations! You’re still in the running for becoming [Limbo]’s top fucking idiot!”
“I’m starting to see how [Name] finds you so compelling! Oh no wait... he doesn’t! He wants you dead. And I just love giving him what he wants.”
“Get that skin bag you call an ass down here!”
“Your turn, Barbie.”
“Now there is a face only a mother could love.”
“I said get out here and fight me, you monster.”
“You make me sick!”
“I’ll let you (both) live if you do exactly as I say.”
“What the hell did you do that for?”
“Just like your father. Too big for your fucking boots.”
“Me, a god, versus you... a piece of shit.”
“Come to me, [Name]. If you can. I’ll be waiting for you.”
“You good, brother?”
“You once said you didn’t give a shit.”
“You made it.”
“We make quite the team.”
“Why did you kill my child?”
“You took your time.”
“Revolution is in the air.”
“I can’t let you do this, [Name.]”
“I won’t let you stop me.”
“Stand aside.”
“Stay out of this!”
“It’s not too late.”
“I am begging you. Please stop.”
“You’ve chosen the wrong side.”
“I don’t know who I am anymore.”
“There’s nothing left for me here.”
“You’re not going anywhere.”
“How does it feel, [brother]? To be beaten again?”
“Everyone you care about. Everyone you love has turned their back on you. How does it feel?”
“You can’t change the past... but what would you do if you had another chance?”
“It’s funny you had to die to understand humanity.”
“I rescued you from demons, remember?”
“Everything you hate me for, it had to be done.”
“You’re weak, almost pitiful.”
“You’re stronger now. Isn’t that what you always wanted?”
“Welcome to hell, brother.”
“I don’t have a brother anymore.”
“You don’t belong anywhere. Guess that’s why you’re here. Well, that and ‘cause I killed you.”
“Are you following me?”
“You’re gonna pay for this.”
“Seems you have nowhere to go.”
“Oh, I’ve been waiting for this.”
“Got a last comic line, [Name]? Or are we all talked out?”
“No... please! Don’t!”
“Don’t worry, [Mother]. Your nightmares will soon be over.”
“I’m so glad you’re here! I thought I’d never see you again.”
“[Name], what’s happened?”
“It was me. I killed him.”
“You’ve done it. How does it feel?”
“Power... I need more power.”
“You have something that belongs to me.”
“Thank you.”
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ssson-of-sparda · 4 years ago
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Strawberry Sundae
Summary: It's story time! Have you ever wondered why Dante affectionate strawberry sundaes so much? Well Patty has and luckily for her, he is about to tell her. It will just cost her a small favour. A man got to pay his debts remember.
Tags: ANGST (but with some very cute moments) / Dante’s childhood /  childhood trauma 
Author’s note: This is my take on Dante’s origins and also my first time writing for the Devil May Cry fandom. I hope I did it right and that you will love it. Set whenever you want but definitely after the DMC Anime. I made the reader female (in case I write a sequel. I have ideas for one, just tell me if you want one), but it can definitely be read as Gen!Reader if you make some small changes.
           To most people Patty Lowell looked so cute and angelic with her girly lacy dresses and her silk ribbons in her baby blond hair they’d think butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth. But to Dante, she was the most annoying brat that ever walked this earth and, even though he would never admit it, also one of his dearest friends. And like all his friends, he owed her big.             “I’ll erase that from your tab.” She said as she swallowed a spoonful of vanilla ice cream.   “Oh c’mon! You keeping counts now?” Dante harrumphed and watched the kid wipe her mouth like a very distinguished lady. “You spend too much time with Lady.”   “Not too much. Just enough to know you owe me a trip to the beach, two dresses, a dozen ice cream cones and six strawberries sundaes” She counted on her fingers and Dante sighed as he slouched in the fake-leather seat of Freddy’s diner. “Well, you can’t have it all now, can you?”       “You’ve been saying this for months. And for months you’ve been eating hundreds of sundaes and bought none for me.” She grumbled, staring at him with a pout as he nonchalantly took the strawberry on top of his sundae to eat it, eyes closed to savour the sweetness of the fruit in his mouth. “What’s with your obsession with strawberry sundaes anyway?” She asked, genuinely curious. After all, even after spending so much time with Dante, watching him evolve in his natural habitat (meaning the Devil May Cry) and coming to the conclusion that Dante was a very unique species of man, one that whose diet was only based on pizzas and strawberry sundaes and that knew nothing of women, Patty still hadn’t figured why he was the way he was.   Dante opened an eye to see her impatiently waiting for an answer. “If I tell you, would you consider erasing … let’s say six sundaes of my tab?” He smirked, knowing Patty would not resist the curiosity to know more about him.             “That could be arranged. But your story better be good!”
STRAWBERRY SUNDAE
                 One more step and this would be the furthest Dante had ever been from his house. Of course, he had dared follow Vergil down to that weird old man’s house to secretly spy on his brother, wondering what was so interesting and fun in keeping a wrinkly company but he had never stepped a foot in the city. Never could. The only time he had tried and had somehow managed to go down the hill of his red home without tumbling down the steep rocky stairs and lay even just a toe on the urban pavement he was now standing on, his father and his sharp demonic earring had found him and brought him back home with a firm grip around the collar of his white shirt. Sparda had scolded him so much that day that even Vergil hadn’t dared smirking.       But here he was. Wet, trembling and cold, under a pouring rain, wondering where to go, what to do, both feet on the pavement, his tiny arms holding on tight to his father’s sword which was way bigger than he was. He had never been so terrified, so alert, his blue eyes widened and scanning all his surroundings in every direction possible like a poor defenceless animal fearing for its life, wondering if a deadly predator was secretly watching him crouched in the thickest shadow, the same kind of predator that took his mother and brother away from him.                 He wanted to call for help, ask someone, anyone for guidance but he didn’t know whom to trust or if he could trust anyone. All he knew was that he had to be strong, that he had to be a big boy, a man. That’s what his mother had told him before leaving, before … A tear streamed down his childish face. Not the first one tonight. He wiped it with his sooty knuckle but a new one appeared, bigger and more painful. It stung his eye and he cried harder. A devil should not cry but he was so tired. And he wanted his mama. And he wanted his big brother. But they were gone and behind him, his house up the hill was just a pile of smoking ash and burnt bricks.            
“Why are you crying?” Dante jumped and his small yet strong grip grabbed a hold of Rebellion’s hilt. It took his eyes a short second to fall upon the face of a little girl holding a green frog-shaped umbrella above both their heads. “Are you lost?”  She said as she tried to catch a glimpse of Dante’s face hidden behind layers of soot and wet hair. “Is it a real sword?”         “Don’t touch it!” Dante growled, pressing his father’s sword tighter against his chest, shielding it from the curious child as she tried to put her fingers on the legendary weapon. It had seen Vergil do that countless of times. And though it never worked with him, it formidably worked with the child in front of him. “It’s my dad’s.”         “Is your dad a knight?” She questioned with amazed (colour) eyes, imagining heroes in shining armours resembling the ones in the stories her mother would read her before bed. “My dad is the Legendary Dark Knight.” Dante spat, scowling behind his silver hair falling over his eyes, a pitiful and vain attempt at sending the little girl packing. After all, to her eyes, he didn’t look impressive at all, more like a wet small kitten that someone had abandoned in the street.     She shrugged “My dad doesn’t have a sword and he is not a legendary dark prince or whatever but he has a mighty spatula and his strawberry sundaes are the best in the whole kingdom!” She exclaimed with an over-the-top enthusiasm that made Dante’s weary frown even more pronounced. “That’s the name of my father’s diner.” She pointed at the pinkish red neon sign across the street. Kingdom’s diner. “You’re hungry?” Dante thought he wasn’t until he heard a rumbling in his tummy. Yes, maybe he was even though his heart was preoccupied by other things than hunger. “Come on. Follow me.”         He hesitated for a few seconds, watching the girl cross the crowded street in her way-too-large yellow oilskin - which was probably not hers now that he thought about it – and feeling the rain pouring on his shivering body again. “Well? What are you waiting for?”           With one last look at his destroyed home up on the hill, Dante finally took a step towards the girl waiting for him by the warm neon lights of the diner. And he took another step, and another, feeling a weird weight forming in his stomach. A mix of apprehension and hope. Apprehension of what’s waiting in this unknown land and hope that his father would suddenly appear and bring him back home. But once more, Sparda never showed up and the child was left alone.   Dante had never ventured that far away from home but he had no home anymore, right?
                 The diner was warm and cosy, with red plastic booth seats and speckled grey linoleum-covered tables that were incredibly clean and shiny. On the walls there were vintage-like pictures of old cars, old advertisements and old Hollywood stars who were almost all complete strangers to Dante apart from a glamorous blond woman with a weird mole and another one with a tiara and a cigarette holder. Pretty sure he had seen them both in some boring movies he had seen – or slept through - with his mother and Vergil. Mama. Vergil. He missed them already. Terribly.
A new tear fell along his cold cheek and Dante looked down, devastated that he would never see them again; guilty that he could not save them, angry that his father had not been there to protect them. And with his wet sorrow came scorching flashes and piercing screams. But soon they were covered by the sound of weird music sizzling in a machine that looked like from another time. “I always listen to music when I feel bad. I like music. Do you like music?” She was impossibly chatty but deep down Dante knew it was only to take his mind off whatever she thought he was thinking about. After all, he would use the same trick on his brother. “There are a hundred of songs in this jukebox.” So that was this hellish machine was. A jukebox. “Pick one. I’ll make some strawberry sundae” She smiled and disappeared behind the counter which was way too high for Dante to see what she was doing. “Oh but don’t play the music too loud. My parents are sleeping upstairs.”  
He didn’t know how it worked but he thought that pushing a button would do the trick. And so he did. And he almost fell on his butt when the jukebox started shaking and doing weird sizzling noises. Had he just broken it? “I… I” He mumbled pointing at the machine and the girl’s childish head popped up from behind the counter a bit like a funny rabbit leaves his hole. “Kick it!” She said and Dante looked at her, harrumphed and unsure he had heard right. His mother never allowed him to kick anything … especially not Vergil … and he kicked Vergil a lot … because he deserved it.                 “There!” The girl approached and gave the dying machine a small yet firm kick that made it come back to life. “It does that sometimes.”
“What’s with all the racket?” A loud voice growled and a man with tousled and sparse black hair appeared from upstairs. Only wearing an old navy blue robe over a white t-shirt and a pair of checked slippers, he looked asleep and yet angry. “Y/N what are you doing … up?” His somewhat aggressiveness turned into confusion when he saw Dante standing next to his beloved daughter.  He blinked a couple times and shook his head to make sure he was perfectly awake and not dreaming. What was this boy doing in his restaurant? All wet and covered in soot? “Who are you?” He managed to voice.       Dante opened his mouth though unsure what to answer. “He’s my friend.” The girl replied. “Your friend?” She nodded vigorously. “I was making him a strawberry sundae.”
If there was two things Mister Y/LN had a soft spot for, it was food – sugary and greasy food – and his precious daughter Y/N. She was his little princess, his only daughter, the apple of his eye (even when there was sleep crust in its corner like right now). He could not refuse her anything and could not stay mad at her for more than a couple of minutes to the great disappointment of his wife.  And even though he knew it was wrong, he couldn’t help it.           “Y/N” He sighed and went to kneel in front of his daughter. “You cannot invite a little boy that late at night. I’m sure his parents must be very worried.” He glanced at Dante who looked down his brown boots hiding his eyes yet again behind his silver hair. What curious hair. “But since he is here, let’s eat those strawberry sundaes.” The little girl grinned and ran back to finish her creamy dessert with an enthusiasm that made the man smile for a small second.
Even though Mister Y/LN was weak for his daughter he was still a man of reason. Something deep in his guts was telling him something was wrong with that kid and the last thing he wanted was trouble. Who was he? Where did he come from? What happened to him? Where were his parents? Was he some kind of street kid? A child of drug dealers from the rough areas of Red Grave? Should he call the police? Maybe so. Certainly so. They would certainly know what to do. It was their job after all. He was just a cook, a sleepy cook. What could he do, except offering that scrawny kid a strawberry sundae? “Why don’t you sit, boy?” He waved at the stool and Dante climbed on it without saying a word. “I’ll be right back.”
“So what’s your name?” The little girl said as she placed two coupe glasses filled with cream, ice cream and strawberries right before Dante’s eyes that immediately ogled at the dessert with greediness. So much sugar, so much cream, so many strawberries. He loved chocolate, but this, this looked like even better than chocolate and his stomach seemed to agree.       Excited to taste it, he went to grab the spoon that was placed by the couple but was immediately stopped. “Wait. I’m not done.” Y/N shouted and, with a frown and the tip of her pink tongue out, cautiously topped both sundaes with a cherry and two pink wafers. “There. Now you can eat it.” She barely had time to finish the sentence that Dante quickly stuffed a generous spoonful in his tiny mouth. OH GOD! If his mother saw him right now eating so much sugar in the middle of the night she would be furious. But this was the most delicious thing in the world. After pizza of course.       He ate another spoonful, and another, humming after each, as he was slowly reaching a comforting sugary paradise. “I’m guessing you like it.” The little girl giggled, laughing at his mouth as round as a balloon and the cream running from the corner of his lips. Dante froze at the laugh and stare at her with a blush creeping up his inflated cheeks until he swallowed with a big gulp. “Yeah.” He confessed and Y/N smiled at the small amount of joy she caught in his childish voice.   “You still haven’t told me your name. I’m Y/N by the way.” She reached out to shake his hand and Dante stared at it for a few seconds, remembering what his mother had told him as she hid him a wardrobe.
You must change your name. Forget your past and start a new life as someone else. But who could he be? And could he be someone else? After all, he had always been Dante, the restless daredevil son of Sparda and Eva and annoying little brother to Vergil who always picked a fight for fun and found ways to be involved in new kinds of mischiefs.               There was a silence, heavy and pregnant, as the boy tried to answer the questions in his confused little head and as the girl patiently waited for him to talk. And only the lively music from the jukebox could be heard in the room. And it sang to Dante ‘Hey there Anthony boy. Why are you in such a rush (go!). The girl, she wanna talk to you. Look at him, how he blush (go!)’ giving birth to his new identity. A new beginning.               “I’m Anthony.” He finally grabbed her hand and she shook it with a smile that he tried to mimic. An effort he thought he would have never done tonight but that he did for her. Calm down, Tony me boy. “Tony for short.”         “Well nice to meet you, Tony. I’m sure we’re going to be good friends.”
And with a new spoonful of strawberry sundae he said goodbye to Dante. Hey there, Anthony boy!
***
“That was a lovely story, Dante. Sad but lovely.” Patty finally declared after being incredibly silent during Dante’s childhood story. A first. “Glad you liked it.” Dante said with a small smile that was barely concealing the sadness that this memory had brought back. “So does that mean those six sundaes are off my tab?”               “I guess so.” She shrugged as she drank the ice cream in her coupe. “Great.” He winked and stood up, throwing a bill on the table before putting his long red coat on.  “So … you love strawberry sundaes because they were the first things that gave you comfort after you lost your mom?”           “No, I love strawberry sundaes because they remind me why humans are sometimes worth fighting for.”
But mostly, he liked them because they reminded him of someone who had helped him build a new life, someone who had given him kindness, generosity and love when he thought that all he could expect from life was sorrow and pain. They reminded him of you.     Yes, that’s why he loved strawberry sundaes.
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