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upon-blades-twilight · 4 months

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Vergil's Bio & RP Hooks

Vergil Greed Sparda

The viola who's strings strain for his faith in humanity.

Age: 43 (Dmc5), 53 (Main Arc)

Height: 6'4

Race: Half demon, half human

Relations: Older twin to Dante, Father to Nero and to a reborn V

Marital Status: Single and uninterested. He does have a deceased love interest from his past that he tried to protect.

Moral Alignment: Very grey. His outlook on others is very dim and untrusting, although he understands and wants to believe in true humanity. His empathy ends up concentrated mostly to those close to him, but it does stretch to the vulnerable. He struggles but is trying for the rest. In dire situations he will not hesitate to be greedy with his empathy. He will sacrifice others to keep his loved ones safe.

Personality: Cold yet gentle sums him up nicely. He is kind at the core, but his past trauma leaves him extremely guarded and distant most of the time. This is also the reason why his empathy is skewed; over protective of his loved ones and easy to abandon others. His upbringing also makes him an incredibly formidable foe, and his traumas can rarely render him feral.

Likes: Sparring, poetry, reading, music (plays violin, cello, and piano), Ieido, cooking, flowers (roses, forget me nots, lavender, lillies of the valley)

Dislikes: Pessimism, sleeping (usually results in nightmares if his constantly racing kind somehow manages to sleep), when he's forced to trust someone he otherwise doesn't trust, anything that could trigger haunting memories, anyone that's overly loud and rambunctious Abilities: He has much the same techniques and abilities as he does canonly in terms of battle. One key difference is his ability to manipulate space time with Yamato, which he's now much more adept at. It's not specific, but he's a lot more likely to alter his environment's tempo of time and through teleportation.

He does have great knowledge in alchemy and demonology however.

RP Hooks After Background

Background

His past is basically canon except for a few marked differences:

The Sparda family was actually a lot older where demons were much longer lived compared to humans. Their younger days were spent in the early 1800's, and still looked 18 by the time the events of Temen Ni Gru happened.

The woman that he used to be with was someone he loved very dearly, named Eloise. She was a priestess of the Church of Sparda, but she was also secretly an experimental subject from them, too.

She had a slight resemblance to the angelic-like creatures that they made. Pale, looked largely human, but had a small pair of immature angelic wings. However, she wasn't a demonic spirit trapped and enslaved inside of an armour like the rest. Instead, they tried putting the characteristics and power of their armours directly into her. While they were successfully doing so, it also caused her body to slowly degrade and begin to die.

In time, Vergil found out about her treatment and how her body started to fray at the seams. By then it was too late for any thoughts of revenge and instead went into a panicked hunt for anything to save her. She was dying and had very little time left, so it was do or die.

With everything he had researched thus far, he chose to use this knowledge to further his search for Sparda's power. This time it wasn't intended for selfish strength, but rather to use it as an ingredient for an elixir of life. This led to the events of Temen Ni Gru, and explained why he seemed very impatient and agitated through the course of DMC3.

Through all his research, he also learned about how devil powers awaken, especially Dante's in particular. At the very least Vergil knew his actions of removing the seal to the demon world would wreak havoc across the human realm. He also knew that, at the time, Dante wasn't ready for that. He wanted his recently re-found twin to live by letting him grow strong through the trials of the tower, and chose to awaken his demon powers himself by running him through with the Rebellion.

In the end, he failed to obtain that power. Dante was right in trying to stop him, as Vergil's unstable and drastic nature at the time would have ended with him losing control of his father's power. Who knows how things would've ended then.

With failure and the guaranteed death of someone very dear, he made sure Dante could escape, and chose suicide there after by throwing himself to Mundus. After all, a katana user never throws their sheath away, especially when it's incredibly important as an iaijutsu user. Unfortunately it wasn't death that would greet him when facing Mundus.

He had no idea that she became pregnant and had Nero.

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When he returned, he did have his ups and downs at first. Mainly his mental state taking an extreme dive soon after the Qliphoth tree fell. There was too much going on at the time to let everything sink in yet. The torment he had endured over the years flooding back, finding out Nero is his son whom he unknowingly abandoned, facing the death of his mother Eloise, and the high levels of depression and critical levels of illness Dante had fallen to over the years. (He had mild symptoms as a child but time has caused them to grow into severe complications.)

For a while, he fell into an almost feral-like state. Dante chose to nurse him back, which he successfully did due time. From there, Vergil chose to stay with his twin. Dante needed the help due to his physical state and lack of money. Becoming his forever caregiver from then on was the least Vergil could do and as a means of redemption and to give back after everything that had happened between the two.

With the hunts for demons becoming more and more scarce, Vergil chose the route of a regular human's job to financially supply his twin. Eventually he took the alias 'Professor Jun' and became a professor at a nearby college for physics. He knew it well between his studies and due to how he used Yamato. On the side he was also a tutor for music, alchemy, and demonology.

As time went on, Vergil did often go back to the ruins of their mansion as a mix of searching what could be recovered and for nostalgia. One of these trips would be extremely fruitful with the findings of a small fortune. To be exact, it was savings and treasures he had found as a child and had stashed them in secrecy. By now these antiques were worth much more than they did back then.

Still, it was money that Dante refused to take since he felt like he didn't deserve it. No matter how much Vergil tried, his twin always refused it. The only way he could otherwise help Dante is to pay for things behind his back. Mainly his bills.

Otherwise, Vergil chose to rebuild their old home, knowing there would be plenty of the fortune still left after. He also knew the space was needed between Nero's growing family and due to having V back as a second son. He also wanted it to be prepared for Dante for whenever his health took a dive.

This is where Vergil primarily lived now. He still took care of Dante and kept a close eye on him. Yamato's teleportation became a great asset in this regard. He also still continued his teachings as a Professor.

Sadly, he couldn't be content. Not when he knew his twin's health was failing. Just as he did with Eloise, Vergil spent most of his free time studying and in search of a way to help Dante. He could only hope he wouldn't lose his mind like he did before.

By now, an entire ten years has passed since his return.

RP Hooks

Demon Hunter: Be it for hire or as a partner, Vergil is always willing to take up a job. If not for money to further help his twin's financial woes, then for the chance of a good challenge. He's ever craving for a good fight. He's still trying to understand empathy and trust, so he won't make a perfect partner.

Rival: A good rival comes naturally with his want of a good challenge. Only time will tell if a relationship with a rival will end up being a positive or negative one. As he's still learning empathy, there's a very good chance that an innocent could end up in the crossfire of his work.

Seeker of Power & Knowledge: He lusts for both very heavily. Much of his past trauma is based on his inability to protect others and his childhood self. These situations keep returning, currently in regards of his ailing younger twin. If you have the answers he's after, he will no doubt seek you out. Whether he'll take those answers by force or through naive faith in you, that's only something time will tell.

Guardian: There's always the off chance that he could be hired as a body guard. There's always a chance that something else could happen that may land him in such a role, especially if someone becomes vulnerable due to an attack or loss of family. Although empathy isn't something he has down entirely, he does have an instinct to cover the vulnerable. It's not unlikely to see him even carrying a kitten home.

Physics Professor & Tutor: Vergil's knowledge is vast thanks to several factors. It takes a certain understanding of space time to wield his shinken, Yamato, as a source of transportation. He has also gained much knowledge in demonology and alchemy in his quest to learn about his demon father and how to gain his power. Vergil also has a love for music, excelling especially in the piano, violin, and cello. There is also his prowess with fighting, especially with a sword. Anyone seeking to learn the above would do well to approach him. Or maybe you just happened to have him as a physics teacher in the college you frequent.Bookstores & Cafes: Both are places he highly enjoys for relaxing. A quiet atmosphere is a must for him to enjoy either. Sometimes he may be seen at an establishment as a part time employee if his twin's funding is feeling especially tight.

#[⚚𝔗𝔢𝔞 𝔅𝔦𝔰𝔠𝔲𝔦𝔱𝔰]#||𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝔽𝕒𝕚𝕥𝕙||

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put-me-out-of-my-destiny · 11 months

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I've been having vague Hollow Knight AU thoughts lately (disclaimer, I'm not good at the game and get all the lore from YouTube):

Mundus was a moth-like Higher Being who reigned as king of the Dream World.

Sparda was a Wyrm, also a Higher Being.

Eva was a Root, also a Higher Being (the one thing this AU has in common with the reboot).

Vergil and Dante, of course, are vessels (Don't ask me if/why Eva and Sparda would kill their sons and reanimate them with void, I said this was vague).

Yamato is basically the Dream Nail.

Does this make Nero a half-vessel? Idk.

Red Queen is powered by Nightmare Flame, and the Blue Rose has some kind of Delicate Flower motif.

I feel like Fortuna would be a lot like Pharloom, given the religious overtones.

Kyrie resembles Bretta.

Trish is the same species as Nosk.

Lady is a regular pillbug-looking individual like you'd see wandering the Forgotten Crossroads.

Nico as a bug would actually resemble Angus's Angelo form from DMC4.

Vergil's whole arc in DMC5 was him succumbing to infection. Urizen was a Broken Vessel situation, and V was his shade.

The familiars are also made of Infection Goop. Griffon resembles a vengefly.

(I realize V being a void being who utilizes beasts in battle has major Collector vibes).

#devil may cry #hollow knight #au #i'm not gonna tag for every character of course #quen speaking

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prototypelq · 2 years

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DMC5 secret ending AU

this was a collection of more of less random thoughts

Just like in the game, Dante looses badly to Urizen and he is yeeted to near death from the Qlipoth, Nero steps in and is able to break through (a severely damaged by Dante) guard of crystal Yamato and beats Urizen (who hasn`t yet fed on too much human blood). V is able to finish the fight and Vergil is reborn.

Qlipoth has not stopped invading the human world, and demon invasion still happens. Qlipoth WILL grow a fruit, and Vergill is determined to have it (or, more accurately, to prevent any demons from ascending to Mundus levels of power).

This entire post is based of my belief that Nero can fill the role of Vergil`s conscience even better than V did. I`m not about to hate on V, V`s cool, but I think he, as a separate entity, unnecessarily complicates things. V just has his thoughts and feelings a little bit closer to the surface, and is, is very rare occasions, even willing to do retrospective, but I believe Vergil is just as capable of all of that with some extrensic motivation - namely, from Nero. In this scenario, Vergil no longer has a rival, as Dante is defeated (another reason he stays in Redgrave, but would never ever acknowledge), he doesn`t feel the pressure of always being challenged, he is in good health and currently the most powerful being in the entire area, and if he gets the fruit he can get even stronger.

Add Nero to the mix. Vergil can breathe more easily for the time being, and here is Nero, who is open with his emotions and affections, who is worried about all the death and carnage and wants to save as much people as possible, and is actually worried about Dante. He can be the voice of conscience Vergil would be somewhat more open to in this situation.

I doubt Vergil would put the pieces in place correctly the first time, but I doubt that the moment he realised Nero is his son he would hide the fact like his brother did.

(here we have some oportunities for sudden father - unprepared son bonding)

They find Dante of course, but since Urizen was cut off from the tree, his brother too was not healed up on human blood. He survived with his demonic regeneration, but is still unstable.

With some emotinal nudging (more like beating), Nero once again becomes the bridge the brothers need to mend their relatonship*. Vergil is forced to choose between power of the fruit for himself or to save Dante.

* based on my personal interpretation of Dante`s arc in 5. If Vergil`s journey is about finding lost conscince and dealing with traume, then Dante`s if about damnation. Through the progress of the game he ignores of abandons everyone he holds dear more and more in his pursuit of rage (doesn`t look for Lady, abandons Trish, while he pushed Nero away to keep him from danger, Trish and Lady clearly needed some help and Dante completely ignored them both). Previous times he hurt Vergil on accident, this time he is fully intending on killing his brother, even if they are both in clear state of mind, he just gives into feeling of hatred and rage and ignores how happy he is at his brother being alive. In this scenario he made the first step on that road - he accepted the contract to kill Vergil, but was unsonscious for most of the destruction caused in Redgrave and he cannot blame Vergil entirely on this, since Urizen is no more - it`s just demons and the tree acting on their own. Brothers certainly would be hostile to each other, but without any reason to or motivation it wouldn`t be murdorous.

p.s. please don`t regrow Nero`s arm. He is clearly capable of forgiving Vergil for that, and also he has cool amputee representation - those one-armed Blue Rose reloads and absolutely great, and he wielded Red Queen just fine weakened as he was from the hospital. Spectral clawy claws are awesome, but they don`t contradict being an amputee.

*bonus points if Vergil officially met Nero first time somewhere in the city like Haytham met his son in AC3 - pinning from above, threatening with the stabby stab and then interrogating. Nero does NOT appreciate the behavior, but he is willing to talk so doesn`t resist too much

** bonus points for some a little feral on human blood Demon Dante

#slaps this post #this bad boy can fit so much personal headcanons and theories #dmc #dmc5 #dante sparda #vergil sparda #nero sparda

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tanakavox · 4 years

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Between all four of you, who's the best Sparda Twin, Dante or Vergil?

Yang:Dante. I like Nero more.

Zwei/Rosemary:Dante.

Zwei:Vergil only beaten Dante TWO TIMES. He sucks.

Ruby:... I like Dante but... He reminds of Jaune for some reason.

Yang:....What? How?!

Ruby:I dunno why!

#rwby #jaune arc #ruby rose #lancaster #rwby lancaster #rwby yang xiao long #fanaus zwei #zwei rose #ask zwei #rosemary #rosemary thornbush #devil may cry vergil #devil may cry 5 nero #devil may cry #dmc dante

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laserdog10 · 4 years

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On Sight

*Jaune and Ruby out shopping with Garnet*

Ruby: Now all we need is chocolate chips and strawberries.

Jaune: I’m on chip duty, Garnet you get the strawberries.

Garnet, on his scroll not paying attention: Uh-huh, loud and clear.

Weiss, a few feet away: Jaune, Ruby?

Neptune: Well look what the cat dragged in!

Ruby: Oh, hey guys!

Jaune: Hey, Jack’s here too!

Garnet, head snapping up from his phone: *sees Jack* You...

Jack: Well fuck you too, heathen...

*Both stare each other down, then both boys fly towards the other, Spring and Winter Maiden flames flaring in their eyes, Garnet brandishing a broadsword of molten rock, Jack a rapier of ice.*

Garnet/Jack: YOU’RE GOING DOW-

*THUNK!*

Garnet/Jack: GUH!!!

*Both are stopped when a sudden wall of ice blocks them, Ruby and Weiss’ Spring and Winter Maiden flames in their eyes*

Weiss: One afternoon. ONE, can you two stop trying to kill each other the moment you’re in the same room?!

Ruby: Seriously, it’s starting to get old...

Neptune: I think Jack would’ve won.

Jaune: In your dreams.

Ruby/Weiss: You’re not helping!!!

Garnet/Jack: *groans of pain*

#rwby #ruby rose #jaune arc #weiss schnee #neptune vasilias #rwby lancaster #rwby iceberg #lancaster kid #iceberg kid #garnet rose-arc #jack schnee #garnet and jack are the equivalent 'if we make eye contact or breathe in each other's direction we throwing hands'#literally no one knows why they have such a heated rivalry but they just do #think of them like dante vs vergil or ragna vs jin or sol vs ky

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professor-glasses · 2 years

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i MUST send you descole for that ask game of course. also dante from the devil may cry series (set in australia), akutagawa AND chuuya bsd, and the one and only ice pokemon ranger. ily :3

Thank you my dearest friend I owe you my life

Putting a read more out of consideration for regular people. Involves a lot of me projecting my being aroace onto various things

Descole

First impression: Fancy man. Has a cool outfit.

Impression now: :)

Favorite moment: The deleted cutscene from Azran Legacy in the Nest where Layton descends with the pipe, which had more emotion and better animation than the final one in game

Idea for a story: the entire dmc x pl au where he became friends with vergil and a whole bunch of drama happens

Unpopular opinion: He looks just as good with short hair as long hair and more people should draw him with short hair

Favorite relationship: vergil devil may cry

Favorite headcanon: He likes his tea with honey. Also, he and his wife (who I named Rose) are both ace and their daughter was adopted, partially because he understood what it was like to lose parents and how what would mean for someone to care about you.

Dante from Devil May Cry (Set in Australia)

First impression: I actually genuinely do not remember, my first impression was shaped by what my friend had told me

Impression now: I like him

Favorite moment: Maybe the time in DMC3 that he sneezed and his shop fell apart immediately behind him. Also putting on the jacket in the most unnecessarily extra way possible

Idea for a story: I really wanted a scenario in the dmc x pl au where he and the professor met each other too at some kind of demon involving mystery where they both got asked to come deal with it

Unpopular opinion: Not sure if I have one for him!

Favorite relationship: With Lady, Trish, Patty, I really wish we got more actual canon interactions with actual meaning

Favorite headcanon: Not sure again

Akutagawa BSD

First impression: Killing violence guy

Impression now: Baby boy. baby. deserves so much better

Favorite moment: When he's fighting the big bad of the current arc and he carries half the battle. Good internal thoughts

Idea for a story: I made him a pokemon au where [spoiler] gets partially subverted, but he ends up in a different timeline and has amnesia and a lot of deja vu feelings. There is action and drama. Will he manage to grab hold of those memories that he feels barely escaping his grasp? Will it lead to an existential crisis?

Unpopular opinion: He does not have romantic feelings for Atsushi, sorry shin soukoku shippers I am a projecting aromantic

Favorite relationship: Sorry again to any shin soukoku shippers but Akutagawa's most important relationship is not with Atsushi, it is actually with his sister. More siblings content please.

Favorite headcanon: He is Not Neurotypical

Chuuya BSD

First impression: Finally, the guy that I am considering using as a faceclaim for an oc. I like his voice acting

Impression now: Angry little man

Favorite moment: I ALMOST GAVE THE WRONG ANSWER TO THIS, the correct answer is once when he comes zooming through a window really fast to kick someone in the head

Idea for a story: UhhhHHH I actually don't know

Unpopular opinion: Once again I am a projecting aroace, ship soukoku if you'd like, you won't find it in my brain however

Favorite relationship: I like his relationships with his juniors in the port mafia, I don't think much from main canon, but in Wan and so on

Favorite headcanon: He really likes dogs + puppies

Finally, the ONE AND ONLY Ice Pokémon Ranger

First impression: This character annoys my younger sibling. They hate his guts. This is hilarious, I will exploit it

Impression now: He is a Part Of My Brain Now

Favorite moment: None. I can barely replay the game because I end up with secondhand embarrassment over this stupid fictional man, and I'm incapable of choosing one that I made up myself.

Idea for a story: Currently continuing to plan out his entire life

Unpopular opinion: 97% of fanon's takes on him suck ass. I am not biased at all. If your favourite "headcanons" to post about him are shitposts that turn him into an idiot memeing dumbass, congrats, you have somehow managed to present a take that I find even more distasteful than the neverendingly flirty and sexy Ice

Favorite relationship: His Pokémon + a private queerplatonic ship that I have on my roleplay blog (if rp partner sees this, hello)

Favorite headcanon: Every headcanon I have because they're all good. He has a sweet tooth and his favourite flower is hydrangeas. He is an aromantic asexual. He is from Canalave City Sinnoh and loves it there. He is awesome at Pokémon battling etc.

#i removed a threat of violence from the point third from the bottom #asks #targentis

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etlunainmorte · 4 years

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"I have,... something for you." He said as he grabbed something from his bag. You eagerly waited as he searched, and when he finally handed you a pack of popcorn, you couldn't help but smile.

"You bought this, V?" You asked him as the smell of butter reached your nostrils.

"Yes. We haven't finished Endgame, have we?"

"Come to think of it, no, we haven't." You admitted.

V smiled as he reached for his bag once more, producing a stuffed tiger from it and giving it to you, reminding you of,...

"Is this,... did you win this at the carnival?"

V proudly hummed. "I have,... quite a skill with,... should we say,... sniping?"

Oh, God, he remembered! You happily thought. He remembered I have a really bad aim and couldn't win the stuffed tiger at the carnival.

"And that's not all." V said.

"Hmm?"

"I went fishing."

"Oh, you did?! What happened?"

"I caught a boot."

"YOU DIDN'T!"

V laughed, the sound of his low voice sending warmth all throughout your whole body. In fact, you have never felt so warm in your entire life. And when he handed you a single boot from his bag just for laughs, you fell in love with him all over again.

"I - I never thought this is possible, oh my!" You confessed through fits of laughter, however, at this point, the smile on V's face vanished. You noticed this and went silent as he took the boot from your hands and upended it, making a small velvet box the color of your eyes fall from it. Then, he went down on one knee and opened the box, revealing the most beautiful ring with an emerald attached to it.

"(Y/N) (L/N)," V declared. " ... will you marry me?"

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I See My Future Before Me - The ENDing

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There really was a wedding, yes. And a most memorable one, at that.

All of your friends and loved ones came to the small, and yet special, event. Together, you celebrated the most important day of your life.

The wedding took place in a small, charming garden where V's favorite flowers bloomed. Kyrie, Lady, Trish, and Patty all helped you to choose the perfect wedding gown. Unfortunately, the ones they chose for you didn't feel comfortable on your skin ( Kyrie's being too covered, Lady's being too flashy, Trish's showed too much skin, and Patty's looked a bit too modern for your own taste ). Nico, Alicia, and Cagliostro all helped with the decorations. Petya supervised the buffet, even helped you and V choose the perfect menu ( from the sumptuous appetizer down to the luscious dessert ), and Natasha volunteered to be the wedding singer ( she made it sound like you don’t have any choice and she even refused to say she's hyped up about being a first - time wedding singer ). Dante, by the way, was thoughtfully shoved to the side by Nero, who knew full well that his uncle would only mess things up and destroy everything should he decide to help with anything, at all. The younger Devil Hunter, on the other hand, was tasked to usher the guests to the venue. Morrison graciously volunteered to call for one of the Ministers from Swan Lane, the neighboring city of Red Grave, where most of the state's churches were. Griffon ( who still swore too much ) and Shadow ( who looked far too old carrying around an Elmo plush ) were forced to take literacy, manners, and etiquette one - oh - one crash courses, courtesy of the haughty Miss Natasha, herself, for the social event. Little Eva was chosen to be the flower girl, and Sister Christina was chosen to be the Matron Of Honor.

And so, on the eleventh of May that one, bountiful and beautiful year, you and V were married.

V, who had his waist - length snowy white hair cut for the special event, waited for you at the arc of azaleas and white roses, his Best Man, Nero, who was wearing his grandfather's coat and tie ( which he honestly detested ) for the event, standing just next to him.

A few moments later, the bride, on the arms of the Best Man, Dante, who was forced to wear his father's coat and tie ( which he honestly detested ), finally came, making heads turn around in awe and wonder.

Dressed in a sheer, form - fitting immaculate, white gown with floral patterns made of silk and lace, and with a long chiffon train that brushed the carpet of flowers that led towards the arc, you walked towards your one, true love, who was waiting for you.

His eyes wide with love and adoration, and his heart pounding with excitement, V watched as you walked, your serene movements and perfect poise catching the eyes of him, and everybody else.

His breath was,... simply taken away. And no one could blame him.

For, now, standing next to him and lovingly looking up at him was the most beautiful bride he has ever seen.

And she will be together with him, at last!

Dante reluctantly, and with a visible pout, gave your hand to V's waiting one, and the ceremony finally began.

Vows of eternal love and devotion were exchanged, rings were exchanged, heavily rogued cheeks were stained with running mascara, manly sobs were heard all over the place, teary eyes were wiped with handkerchiefs of all forms and colors, noses were sniffed unto handkerchiefs of all forms and colors, even the Minister tried so hard to conceal his emotions.

And with that much awaited kiss, the crowd went all wild and emotional with celebration.

There was dancing ( Trish and Lady took the center stage and wowed the audience ), partying ( Nero isolated the pouty Dante and drank whiskey with him, instead ), games ( Patty and Nico managed to beat Griffon and Shadow in almost every game, except for the paper dance, where the familiars cheated and used their powers to win ), photo ops ( strangely enough, people were all drawn to Nightmare because they thought it was a very realistic - looking sculpture, and chose to have selfies with it instead of the newly wed couple, making its multiple photos viral on social media ), and, of course, the much awaited feast ( Petya fed the guests until they were satisfied and beyond, making sure that they would leave the event with bulging stomachs ), and the amazing five - foot ( not five – tier ) wedding cake decorated with fondants of azalea and white roses ( which V, who was secretly a huge cake and sweets fanatic, was gladly able to fully take home with you, the guests being so full because of Petya that they weren't able to partake of the dessert, at all ).

Ahh, truly, it was the most amazing day ever.

And that amazing day was followed by weeks of blessedness, months of fruitfulness, and years and years of prosperity.

All beside your dear, darling, and faithful husband.

However, those years, despite being happy and full, took a toll on your body.

"Happy anniversary, my love." V greeted you that one, sunny morning, kissing you on the forehead and offering you your breakfast in bed.

"What a surprise! Thank you, V." You answered as you allowed him to hold your wrinkled hand.

"Anything for my one, true love." The man whispered to your ear.

However, no matter how happy you looked, no matter how many times you showed him your smile, he knew you were anything but.

And he knew why.

Standing in front of a mirror after that hearty breakfast, the two of you looked at each other's reflection, just like what you've always done every morning since the beginning of your married life.

"You,... look so handsome." You said as you gazed at your husbands features.

"And you, my dear," V exclaimed as he lovingly took your hands in his and placed a tender kiss on them. " ... you are the most gorgeous person I have ever seen."

To this, you chuckled and simply shook your head. "You're lying."

"I'm not!" V chuckled as he tried to kiss your cheek. However, his face fell when you took your hands from him and turned away. "(Y/N)?"

"Yes?" You asked monotonously as you took away the dishes and placed them on the sink.

"Tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing's wrong - "

"(Y/N), I know something has been bothering you." V urged. "Tell me, please."

You chuckled and turned to him.

But, your eyes,...

... they didn't look cheerful, at all.

"There is nothing wrong, V."

There was a moment of silence after those questionable words you just uttered, and after those tense seconds, he walked closer to you, tried to hold your hands, and touch your face.

But, still, you wouldn't let him.

With your back still turned away from him, you finally let out those thoughts, those,... fears,... that have been crushing you all those years ago.

"Leave me, V." You simply said.

And this alarmed the poet. "What?! I'm not going to leave you, (Y/N)! I promised you! I will NOT,... LEAVE YOU!"

With tear - stained eyes, you finally looked at him. And this only confirmed V's worst fears.

"Look at me!" You said to him in such a broken voice that wrecked the poet's heart. "I'm old! And wrinkled! And,... not me!"

"But, I love you, (Y/N),..."

"And look at you! Still,... s - still so young and strong and,... "

"(Y/N),..."

"We don't look,... okay together! You can't go on loving,... a grandma like me!"

"Listen to me, please,..."

"V, I love you too, I really do. But, I have to let you go. You still have a wonderful and long life ahead of you."

In a futile attempt to make you listen to him, V tried, once more, to hold your hands.

And you still refused. And this made him beyond depressed.

So, just like that, he left.

And you haven't seen him in three days.

Of course, you were sad upon this separation but, you have to accept that you can't be together with V now. He has a life ahead of him. He could even move on and be with another person should he decide it.

V,... deserved so much more.

But, being all alone,...

... it made you so, so sad,...

And as you woke up that morning without him by your side, you couldn't help but let out the tears of sadness and heartbreak.

Wiping your tears away with your fragile hands, you cried, "I miss you so much, V,..."

"Mom!" The door suddenly opened and in came your daughter, Avery ( now a very proud mother of twins who looked exactly like Dante and Vergil when they were little ), who looked so, so happy despite this dreary situation. She noticed your pitiful state and came forward, giving you a tender hug and a pat on the back. "Oh, mom. Don't cry. We're here for you."

"Oh, dear,..." You went on, letting your emotions out on your sweet daughter. "It's just that,... I missed your father so, so much."

"Oh, mommy,..." Avery sighed. "Alright. You should get dressed. We're going somewhere."

"What? Why? Where are we going?"

"It's a surprise!" She said, taking your hand and making you get out of bed. "Come on!"

And so, you let yourself be led by Avery and her husband, Roman, towards that old garden where you and V got married many, many years ago.

Thinking it was a really bad joke, you said, "You two are gonna give me a heart attack. Please, tell me what's going on."

"We have a surprise for you, mom." Avery said excitedly.

"This way." Roman said, gesturing towards the gazebo where you and V danced on your wedding day.

"What is this, really?" You, being an old and cranky person, asked one more time.

Avery simply rolled her eyes. "I told you! It's a surprise!"

"It's our gift to you." Roman, who was the softer of the couple, answered. Then, with tender hands, he gently led you towards the gazebo.

"Dear, I'm too old for these surprises." You told Roman along the way. "Won't you have any mercy to me?"

"Haha! Well, I'm pretty sure you'll love this." The man made you turn towards the gazebo, and what you saw there made you feel really strange. "Happy anniversary, mom."

The moment you heard the simple greeting from the young man, another man, who looked the same age as you ( or even older ) turned towards you, smiling at you as if you were his long lost lover, or something. It seemed as though he has been sitting there inside the gazebo, waiting for you for a while.

In fact, his gorgeous green eyes never left yours.

"Ahh, can I,... ahh,... help you with something?" You asked the old man as you entered the gazebo.

However, he didn't answer you. Instead, he stood up from his chair, leaning against a metal cane, and took out a very familiar – looking, worn out book. He opened it, and smirked,...

"I,... have no name." His voice, despite it cracking a bit, sounded clear and beautiful. And oh so heartbreaking. "I' am,... but two days old,...

“Just kidding. You can call me, V.”

You giggled at the poem, finally realizing who this man was.

Of course! How were you able to not notice?!

"Y - you're anything but two days old!" You laughed, feeling your tears leave your tired, burning eyes.

The old man chuckled, his beautiful green eyes gleaming with so much mirth and gladness. Then, he went on reading.

"Little Lamb,... who made thee,... dost thou know,... who made thee? Gave thee life,... and bid thee feed. By the stream,... and o'er the mead. Gave thee clothing of delight,... softest clothing,... wooly bright. Gave thee,... such a tender voice,... making all the vales rejoice! Little Lamb,... who made thee,... dost thou know,... who made thee?"

The old man, still relying on his old metal cane for support, walked towards you and softly laid his hand on your face.

To him, you were still,... the most beautiful woman on earth,...

You were crying so much but, still, he went on reading despite his blurry eyes. "I went to the Garden of Love,... and saw what I never had seen: a Chapel was built in the midst,... where I used to play on the green. And the gates of this Chapel were shut,... and thou shalt not writ over the door. So, I turned to the Garden of Love,... that so many sweet flowers bore."

"Azaleas." You said as you laid your hand on his. "And white roses."

"Yes, azaleas and white roses." The man answered as he wrapped you in his arms. "You remembered my favorite flowers, my love."

"Why would I forget about that, V?"

"Ahh,... I'm such a fool,..."

You shook your head as you let the old and wrinkled poet wipe away your tears. Just like how he did it whenever you cried from watching your favorite sad movies. "You're not a fool, V! Never. But,... why? How did you - ?"

"I gave the Sisters to the twins." V answered your obvious question.

"Dante and Vergil?"

"Yes. It's about time I pass them on, after all."

"But, what about you? You'll - !"

"Ssh. It's alright." V hugged you as he rubbed your back. "Power,... means nothing me,... without you by my side. I'd rather wilt away like an old rose in the Garden Of Love than live without you, (Y/N). I love you,... so much,..." Gently touching your cheeks, he, then, said, "May I have the honor of this dance,... my lady?"

And dance, you did. Just like the first time you met in that Grecian balcony.

Now, could you honestly deny this feeling of happiness with him by your side?

You and your beloved poet lived a few more years after that sweet and heartfelt reunion. And during those sweet, and yet short, years, you did everything you could think of to fill your days with happiness and adventure. And love, of course.

The two of you went to the carnival and ate junk food ( meaning popcorn, caramel apples, cotton candies, and such ). V tried so hard to win that stuffed tiger for you again by sniping ( he didn't win the plush, he won the Complete Elvis Presley Album Collection, instead ). You traveled as much as you can to many places ( with Griffon and Shadow as your two personal assistants, always there to remind you should the two of you forget where you last placed your dentures ). You went out fishing ( the boot myth was real ). And you binge watched all of your favorite movies, from LaLaLand, to Titanic, to Dracula ( you purchased digital copies of these and V kept them in his trusty one terabyte USB where he kept all of his poetry audio and eBooks ).

Those few years were simply,...the best years of your life.

But those few years,... were sadly too short,...

For there came a time when V started to forget some things. Little things, yes but, really noticeable ones, nonetheless. Not to mention his already deteriorating body. And this worried you.

Especially during that one particularly cloudy day when, out of the blue, V asked you to watch a movie with him.

"What movie would you like to see, my love?" You asked.

He opened his mouth to answer but, no words came out. You knew he has forgotten. He has forgotten his favorite movie and he was aware of this, as well but, he tried not to show it. And you couldn't blame him. He,... just aged faster than you after giving up the Sisters Of Fate's powers.

He simply took your hand and said, "Anything you wish,... my love."

As much as it worried you, you did nothing but to lead him straight to your humble living room in your small Swan Lane house where you and your family spent a lot of time watching all of your favorite shows and movies. But, not before calling Avery, Roman, Nero, Kyrie, and Nico ( Dante, Trish, and Lady were not able to come that day due to an emergency in Red Grave that they must attend to ). Even Griffon and Shadow were present.

Taking Griffon's hand, you told the loyal familiar, "Come with us, please."

Without a word, the demon nodded and followed you and V towards the living room. Griffon closed the door, but not before seeing the worried faces of your friends and loved ones.

"Come on, Dante and Vergil." The familiar heard Eva, Nero and Kyrie's daughter, say to the little twins as she took their chubby hands, leading them to their play rooms along with Shadow. Griffon turned away and finally closed the door. It was then that he saw you and V already huddled together on the sofa as the poet's favorite movie started playing on the old television.

As carefully as he could, the thoughtful familiar placed the wool blanket, which he has been carrying around since morning for his master, over V's body to protect his body from the cold.

“Thank you, Griffon.” The familiar barely heard V say. “For,… everything.”

Just from the other side of the room, Griffon could hear the weather forecast being broadcasted on the radio. Apparently, a storm really was coming, according to the reporter. And according to the same reporter, the storm came from Red Grave, of all places, where Dante, Trish, and Lady were taking care of something.

But, he's not involved in it this time.

For he,... was needed by the two most important people in his life, one of them needing him the most,...

And so, the movie ensued, despite the bad weather outside.

"There was a boy,... a very strange, enchanted boy. They said he wandered very far,... very far,... over land and see,..."

"Don't be fooled! Evil!"

"A little shy,..."

"Turn away from this village of sin!"

"And sad of eye,... but, very wise,... was he,... And then, one day,... A magic day he passed,... my way,... And while we spoke of many things, Fools and Kings,... this he said to me:

"The greatest thing,...

You'll ever learn,...

Is just to love,...

And be loved in,...

... return,..."

"I - it's Moulin Rouge!" V wheezed as he grabbed your hand in his excitement. Just like the sixth or twenty - third time he's seen it. "My favorite movie. (Y/N), dear, you remembered!"

"Of course, I do, my love." You answered.

For a few more minutes, V's green eyes watched, in awe and wonder, the wonderful colors jumping before him on the screen. He tried to say along the lines he could still remember, and sing along to the familiar tunes of the musical.

However, there was one song you knew V truly wanted to hear.

His most favorite song,...

"On Opening Night, I have to sleep with the Duke. And the jealousy will drive you mad."

"Then, I'll write a song - "

"Christian - "

" ... and whenever you hear it, or sing it, or whistle it, or hum it, then you'll know it'll mean we love one another. I won't get jealous."

"Things don't work that way, Christian. We have to end it."

"I,... want to sing it." V muttered. "Could you,... please,... sing it with me?"

"Yes, of course." You answered without hesitation.

"Never knew I could feel like this. Like I've never seen the sky before. Want to vanish inside your kiss. Seasons may change, winter to spring, but I love you until the end of time.

Come what may,...

I will love you until my dying day.

Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place. Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace. Suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste. It all revolves around you. And there's no mountain too high, no river too wide. Sing out this song, and I'll be there by your side. Storm clouds may gather, and stars may collide.

But I love you,...

I love you,...

Until the end of time,...

Come what may,...

I will love you,..."

"The greatest thing,..."

"Oh, God, V!" You held your beloved's hand in yours as your tears flowed out of your eyes. "I love you,... so much,..."

" ... you'll ever learn,..."

"I,... love you,..." V weakly sang, his voice getting softer and softer, his eyes never leaving yours for even a second. "Until the end,… of,… time,..."

" ... is just to love,... "

Griffon's eyes widened at that exact moment. He, then, looked down and took one of his master's hands in his as he heard your heartbreaking sobs.

" ... and be loved in,... "

It was,... cold.

" ... return."

It was then that his own tears fell,... for the very first time.

Griffon, a Demon, cried,... for the very first time.

"Rest well," He whispered as he wrapped an arm around his master's body. " ... Shakespeare."

And there's no mountain too high, no river too wide. Sing out this song, and I'll be there by your side. Storm clouds may gather, and stars may collide.

But I love you,...

I love you,...

Until the end of time,...

"He,... wasn't able to see his favorite scene." You whispered to Griffon, who, like you, refused to leave V's side after the movie has long ended.

"It doesn't matter, sweet pea." Griffon answered, his voice raw with emotion. "He was able to tell you how he felt, and that's what's truly important."

And it truly was the most important thing. V was able to tell you how he felt. You cherished those words from that day onward, always remembering how V lived as a man of honor and dignity, as a loving father, a very supportive grandparent, and as a truly devoted husband.

The mysterious man called V, who was so fond of poetry, of flowers freshly blooming in the morning, of artful grace, and of the simplest things in life,...

... was never forgotten, his name forever etched into his loved ones' hearts.

His smile,... forever in your memory,...

... until the next storm of the following year that finally brought you into his loving arms,...

At last.

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🖤 @la-vita and @clevermentalitybeliever . 🖤

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Many years back, in an Alternate Universe,...

"Miss Edwards,..." V called the woman's attention, slightly running to catch up to her before she could drive away.

Avery fortunately ( and finally ) noticed him and removed her helmet, turning her gaze towards him and appraising him from head to foot. In fact, she looked so surprised that a man such as V was trying to have a conversation with her.

Was it his unusual appearance?

"And you are - ?"

"V." The poet answered, taking a deep breath and leaning on his metal cane for support. He, then, straightened his back and tilted his head to the side. "You can call me V."

"Oh. What can I do for you, V?"

"About the commission - "

"Stop. Right. There." Avery pointed at V, cutting him halfway through his sentence. "If you're planning to take on the Poltergeist at my home, then you're making a HUGE mistake."

Huh? "And may I ask,... why?"

"Furniture floating and smashing about. Disembodied voices in the middle of the night. And your skinny, princess ass begging to be fed and given vitamins. Are you goddamn sure?!"

"I would like,... to see myself try." V simply told her.

The woman raised a scornful eyebrow. She knew that Dante was her one and only hope and choice. No other person in Red Grave could do it but him.

But, this man?

"So, will you take on the job, or not?"

"I would like to,... if you would allow me."

Avery furrowed her eyebrows and regarded him like he was some suicidal maniac begging to be fed to the lion. "Alright. I'll expect you tomorrow, then. Move into the house for a week. Bring whatever or whoever you need. You know my address."

"Would a cat and a bird do?" V innocently asked as he playfully twirled his metal cane in a display of confidence. This woman,... must be taught a lesson.

Avery pursed her lips and wore her helmet once more. "Sure. Whatever. I don't care. Just,... get rid of the ghost for me. I'll pay you. That I can assure you."

And with those words, she finally drove away.

Despite the question strangely bugging him, he was, in fact, feeling excited of this new mission. Yes, Dante might consider it as "small fry" but, facing Poltergeists was definitely a welcome change compared to his boring Devil Hunting routine. And he wanted so much to prove that woman wrong about him.

He was about to go back to the shop to pack what little belongings he have when he noticed Nico staring at him with wide eyes and open mouth. Apparently, she has been standing near the door for quite a while and must have heard the conversation between him and Avery. She almost dropped her groceries as she attempted to close her mouth and control her drooling.

Wait, did she look,... excited?

"Whoa, a paranormal investigation!" The Artisan gasped. "Can I tag along?"

"I don't - "

"Come on, man! Ya gotta let me!" Nico strode closer to him, flailing her arms about and almost sending her groceries flying everywhere. "This is like,... a dream come true for me! Okay, how about this: we'll split the pay 70 - 30. But, I'll be happy with nothing, though, if you don't want 70 - 30! But, come on, that's good deal, yeah?"

"Nico, I - "

"Please? I'll drive you on the way there. I will not be a bother."

V felt cornered. The woman looked really excited that he would surely feel guilty if he refused her.

Him, Griffon, Shadow, probably Nightmare, as well, and finally, Nico.

What could go wrong with this simple task of driving away a single evil spirit from someone's home with some comrades? After all, Avery did say he could bring just about anyone.

And what does her house look like, anyway? And what was the reason behind this Poltergeist's ceaseless haunting?

***

THE END

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🖤🖤🖤

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#devil may cry 5 #vitale sparda #i see my future before me alternate endings #v x reader #v x you #the ENDing

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synchronmurmurs · 4 years

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Character/OC Masterlist

So I’m taking a page out of @shiranyaaww‘s book, and also making a little glossary of sorts for my OC’s/Reader characters...! So first up:

Liviere Reader - Reader character of Devil’s Pact

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Liviere didn’t actually always exist sdlkf. I never intended for her to be a thing when I first started writing Pact, because the fic itself was only ever supposed to be filthy smutty one shots to slake my thirsty ass, and so the reader character (like the one for Medley For Two) was always intended to be a blank slate for easier projection. But as I planned the fic more, thought more about the reader character’s development with Vergil, her relationship with the Fortuna gang... I suddenly kept giving her more traits, ambitions, insecurities... and suddenly I pretty much had a whole ass OC...! To that end, her last name is, in fact, Reader, as a little homage to this fact. 😌

Myra “Punchy” Stathis - Self Indulgent Punchy OC

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Punchy is my INCREDIBLY self indulgent self insert OC sdlkfh 🤣🤣 I created her for two reasons, and two reasons only, and those are: to fuck Vergil, and to bully Vergil. Punchy’s dynamic with Vergil is essentially Enemies To Lovers, but that last part doesn’t even really kick in until the very very VERY end of her narrative, so... I suppose it’s actually Enemies To Begrudging Mutual Respect To Genuine Respect. 😌 There’s a touch of mutual pining, but Punchy is very driven in her goals, and sees Vergil as a distraction. Literally. He shows up everywhere, fucking knock it off!!!!!!! Punchy is the kind of gal who lives extremely true to herself, and herself only. She will not be swayed by other people, and prefers to judge with her own two eyes first and foremost. She’s actually pretty chill, but her temper typically only flares around the twins, especially Vergil, who she is convinced has an entire plank lodged up his ass. Vergil on the other hand, just thinks she’s 100% barbaric.

Punchy is more of a side project for me than anything else, and something I think about when I feel a bit too overwhelmed with my other projects. Maybe if I ever get her full story arc sorted out, I’ll think about writing a fic for her, but until then, she is my absolute last priority.

Assistant!Reader - Reader character of Verses of Fortune & Saviour

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Currently unnamed. I’m not sure if she ever will be named, but this is the former thief, turned Credo’s dutiful assistant. She’s very lowkey, very even tempered, and has learned how to be extremely quiet. Has a good read on people, generally understands a person based on a scant few interactions, and so... honestly didn’t think much of Credo when she first met him. Maybe even now she still thinks he’s foolishly kind, and she has to protect that? 👀

Rosetta - Reader character of A Day’s Work

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Rosetta has two moods: Horny and Professional. She’s either perfecting her craft and seeing clients... or getting dicked. No in between.

...okay so there might be some in between, but that’s the main gist of her. She’s a little bit like Liv in that she’s rather shameless in getting what she wants, but Witch!Reader cranks it the dial up to eleven.

Evette Lafrenz - Photojournalist OC introduced in Vultures

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Evette is the mirror to Punchy. She’s my self indulgent, self insert OC that I made for Credo. 🤣 A photojournalist who idolizes (a DMC version of) Frank West, the man who rose to fame covering the Temen-Ni-Gru incident, and travels to Fortuna to either confirm or deny the existence of a “guardian angel” who apparently lives on the island. She starts off similarly seeking fame and fortune (haha), but finds there’s more to life than riches. 😌👉👈

#Punchy #liviere #assistant!reader #witch!reader #murmurings

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darksaiyangoku · 6 months

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RWBY x DMC: Edgy Phase

Blake: Mom! Dad! You gotta come quick! Something's wrong with Dante!

Ruby: Wha? Hold on, sweetie! Mommy's coming!

Jaune: Ruby, wait up!

Ruby and Jaune rushed into the living room to see Vergil reading and Dante with his headphones on listening to music on his scrollphone.

Ruby: Uh, Blake? Dante seems fine.

Jaune: *glares at Blake* Is this some kind of prank?

Dante: 🎶You got nothin' and nothin's got you, I can see your fear, it surrounds you. Built with strife and insight, but it’s not enough. I'll defeat and discreet your every move.🎶

Ruby: ...

Blake: I told you!

Dante: 🎶Instinctual, just take your life. One step, one breath, you’re under my knife. Killing slow is the way I conquer. The torture test can't wait no longer.🎶

Jaune: Uh, I don't see how this is a problem.

Ruby: *starts crying*

Jaune: Ruby?

Ruby: WAAAAAAAH!!!! My baby boy is turning edgy!!!! *hugs Jaune*

Dante: 🎶With your first step you will burn. Can’t control the hate you have learned Killing slow is the way I conquer until you know the meaning of suffer!🎶

Ruby: *keeps crying*

Jaune: Ruby, I think you're overreacting here. *pats her back* There, there.

Dante: 🎶Step twice you invite and welcome death. Pay homage to me with your last breath. Say goodbye to a life that you once knew along with every being that was before you!🎶

Vergil: *sighs* So unclassy.

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howlingday · 1 year

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Ruby: I caught you~!

Jaune: Oh no! (Struggles against binds) Okay, there's no need to panic. I'm sure Vergil will save me any second now.

Ruby: You mean him?

Vergil: (Tied up) This is embarrassing.

Jaune: Oh no...

Ruby: Get ready to impregnate my entire team~!

Jaune: NOOOOO

#rwby #mrbrauza #ruby rose #jaune arc #vergil #devil may cry #lancaster

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skvaderarts · 4 years

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Soliloquy Chapter 2:

You can check out the Masterlist Here for more links to places to read!

Otherwise, you can read the new chapter below. Enjoy!

Chapter Two: Reparations

Note: Thank you all for reading the first two parts of the story! I’m so touched by the reception the story has received from the fanbase! A huge thank you to Mallovarwen from FF.N and BeansWithBones as well as That_Random_Kid. Your comment, in particular, cracked me up and I spent several minutes laughing at it as I spent a late night working on this chapter to get this done on time. Thanks a bunch! That was just what I needed today. This chapter is for the three of you. I hope you enjoy it!

Was it possible for things to escalate any quicker than they just had? Not likely. In one single, fluid motion, Nero launched himself across the space between the van and the front steps. He grabbed Dante and Vergil by the face with his wing talons, slamming them back first into the stairs with devastating power. The sheer force of the impact was so strong that it completely stunned Dante, mentally and physically. Vergil, on the other hand, was taken completely off guard by this attack. In his state of immense anger towards the blond demoness, he had barely registered his son’s arrival before he found himself becoming violently acquainted with the front steps of his new home.

The eldest Son of Sparda jumped to his feet almost as quickly as he had been snatched off of them, somehow even angrier than he had been moments ago. He made the rapid and decisive decision to skip any and all conversation and go straight to violence, unsheathing Yamato and tossing away the scabbard in a rare act of absolution. He wasn’t going to need it for what he planned to do next.

Unsure as to what the commotion was all about, Nico was just about to exit the van as the girls and Morrison onboarded, shouting for her to get clear. There was about to be enough collateral damage as it was, and they didn’t feel like adding the wily mechanic or her mobile workspace to that list. Or themselves, for that matter. Nico slammed the gas and threw the clutch into reverse, launching the van backward at a speed rapid enough to give everyone within it whiplash and vertigo simultaneously. And her timing couldn’t have been any better considering what happened next.

Nero unsheathed his beloved sword Red Queen from his back and revved the exceed throttle in both a preparatory action and a not so playful taunt. The blade glowed a vibrant red, the once gleaming metal now searing hot and ready to melt anything in its path like butter. Vergil’s own blade glowed a sinister shade of dark blue before bursting into blinding black and blue flames as he entered his own Devil Trigger state. The two descendants of Sparda leered at one another ragefully before launching themselves at jet propelled speeds towards one another, their flame coated blades connecting in an earth (and ear) shattering display of destructive power. Blue and red flames blasted skyward and out across the pavement in a wide arc around them, scorching everything in their path. The attack carried a powerful shockwave with it a half-second later, rattling the windows of several nearby buildings and vehicles. Dante shook his head, his ears and head still ringing from Nero’s initial slam attack. He leaped to his feet and over the wall of flames that would have stopped just shy of the front door to the office, and landed out of harm’s way. The younger Son of Sparda cracked his neck (mostly to relocate it) and groaned, shaking his head as he entered the fray. He needed to stop this before they leveled a whole city block or killed each other. Or more importantly, destroyed his office. Again.

Vergil and Nero planted their taloned feet into the cobblestone ground, tearing it up out of the earth as they pushed hard against one another, blades locked and sparking from the sheer friction of the contact between them. As Vergil bore down on the younger man, Nero slammed his blade against Yamato’s hard, breaking their blade connection and stepping backward, using the brief window provided by the lack of contact to deliver a brutal double footed kick to his father’s chest. The eldest twin flew back and slammed against the pavement, cracking several pavers and peeling them up as he slid against the hard ground. Vergil exhaled sharply, gritting his razor-sharp demonic teeth as he rapidly regained his footing and surged forward again, recalling Yamato’s sheath to his free hand. Okay, so maybe he was going to need it after all...

He slashed the blade down towards the broadside of Nero’s blade and the younger man blocked it, sliding back a few feet from the force of the sliding charge attack. Suddenly, Vergil rapidly sheathed the blade and withdrew it again, a black ball of darkness and precision cuts rocketing towards Nero. The youngest descent of Sparda stepped wide to avoid the phantom slashes, noting that Vergil now stood directly in his path. How on earth had he just done that?! Vergil pressed towards him with a deadly barrage of thrusts and slashes that he just barely withstood, his eyes not even remotely able to keep up with every swipe. For every perceivable movement, there seemed to be several dozen more slashes that he couldn’t process, his father’s movements causing an afterimage that was disorienting and hard to combat. He needed to act. Now!

Nero pushed forward and broke loose as he slashed upwards, launching them both skyward. He pirouetted in a series of arcing upward slashes, gaining additional altitude before using one of his demonic wing arms to grasp Vergil around the waist and send him careening towards the ground at speeds nearly fast enough to cause reentry burn. As soon as the older twin made impact with the cobblestone street, Nero streaked downward in a barreling spin, slamming down on him. Vergil managed to counter the attack at the very last second and sent Nero spiraling back into the side of the stone staircase, his back making impact with the wrought iron bars and bending them with a loud metal screech. Nero yelped, exiting his Devil Trigger as he gasped for breath in surprise and discomfort. If he were a weaker being, he would probably have just broken several bones from that impact alone. Just as Vergil was closing the space between them, Dante sent a shockwave comprised of several red beams of demonic energy slamming into him at a blistering speed, knocking his twin flat onto his back. Vergil sat up and moved to collect himself, but found his younger twin standing in front of him. Dante planted his boot firmly against Vergil’s chest, forcing him onto his back on the pavement again with enough force to shake a few more bricks loose. The twin in red then pointed his blade down at him and his gun in Nero’s general direction, not so subtly implying that this fight was now over and that he was ready to take either of them to task if they attempted to resume it.

“Alright, enough of this already!” Dante yelled at them both. He was clearly not amused. “Nero, feel like telling me why the hell I probably have a concussion right now?!”

Nero groaned in irritation and attempted to peel himself out of the metal bars that he found himself embedded into. No such luck. “Gee, I don’t know, Dante,” He yelled back, clearly no less pissed than when this had all started,” Maybe because I just body slammed your sorry ass head first through your front steps?! Because if I was in a guessing mood, I’d say that’s why your empty head probably hurts right now!”

Dante let out a sound somewhere between a growl and snarl and fired a round from Ebony up into the air, for once not entertained by his nephew’s spitfire attitude. Maybe it was the rapid onset of the massive headache that he could feel creeping its way into his head (and the gunfire that had just made it several times worse), but he was not in the mood for this shit right now. “I’m not playing around, Nero. What the hell is your damage this time? You have a few screws loose or something?”

The young man with the white hair used both of his hands to pry the bars apart and slipped loose, using his newfound freedom to stand up and approach Dante. He left Red Queen laying on the ground, but the younger Son of Sparda kept his guard up. The younger man more than likely had Blue Rose on himself somewhere. He came to a stop less than three feet from his uncle, breathing heavily and probably still banged up from his rapid meet and greet with gravity a few moments ago. “What’s my damage, Dante?” Nero retorted defiantly,” Maybe it’s the fact that you’ve been gone for like two fucking months and I thought you were dead! Or maybe the fact that this asshole,” Nero gestured towards his father who was still firmly planted under Dante’s boot on the ground,” is just walking around like he didn’t unleash some blood-sucking demon plant from hell and destroy a whole goddamn city because he got bored or upset or some shit! Do you have any idea, any idea at all, how crazy shit has been since you jumped your crazy ass into hell and left me up here to fix everything?! Any idea how much sleep I’ve lost wondering if your stupid old ass was ever coming back?!”

Nero leaned forward and put a hand on his upper thigh, breathing more rapidly and unsteadily than he had been a moment before. He reached up with his free hand and wiped his eyes, trailing the shimmering remnants of tears he hadn’t yet shed across his face. He trembled ever so slightly before looking back up at Dante, the tears he had tried to blink away now running freely down his face in thin ribbons. He sniffed, trying to regain his composure but failing before the anger left him and he spoke in a quieter, more anguished tone of voice. “... Do you have any idea how worried about you I’ve been, Dante?” Nero was clearly on the verge of falling apart as he spoke. He was well past his emotional limit for the day.” I thought I was never going to see you again, you fucking prick! You can’t just pull some shit like that and leave me here alone!”

Any and all anger and irritation that Dante had left in him dissipated instantly. Nero’s trembling intensified and he shuddered, trying and failing to compose himself. He wiped his face yet again in an attempt to hide the fact that he was near to breaking down and crying, but any hope of hiding how he truly felt was completely gone at this point. Dante felt a powerful wave of guilt wash over him as he took a step forward and placed his hand on his nephew’s shoulder, completely at a loss for words. “... Nero…”

In a move that took Dante totally off guard, Nero misinterpreted his attempt to calm him for an invitation and embraced him, burying his tear-stained face into the older man’s shoulder. Now free of the ability to see Dante’s reaction, he allowed himself to release his emotions fully, stifling his pained sobs against his uncle’s battle-worn leather coat. Dante stood for a moment in surprise before opting to give the younger man a few tentative pats on the shoulder. He had never seen Nero so upset and he wasn’t at all equipped to deal with this. But regardless, he hated knowing he had caused this.

Vergil had risen to his feel once again during the commotion, having been freed from his place under his twin’s boot. Although he wanted to be furious with him for what he had just done, the eldest Son of Sparda found himself incapable of doing so. He found himself mesmerized by the scene unfolding before him, unsure of how to proceed or process how he felt about seeing Nero in such a state. He felt… something, but he wasn’t sure what word to put to it, and that made him uncomfortable, to say the least. Thankfully, after a long, painful moment, Nero collected himself and pulled away from Dante, thoroughly done with this entire situation. He turned away and walked towards the front steps, sitting down on them and letting out a long, steadying breath before making eye contact with his uncle again. “... Just don’t pull something like that again, or I’ll come down there and personally beat your ass myself. You got it?”

Dante shook his head and scoffed lightly, a look of semi sad bemusement crossing his face. “Whatever you say, kid.”

Nero growled and pointed at him as if to emphasize his point. “How many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me that shit, old man?! We’ve been through this!”

Dante laughed as Nero groaned in displeasure. The younger man then turned to Vergil who was watching his whole debacle, entirely lost as to what to say or do at this point. “And as for you, douchebag,” Nero said in a manner so matter of fact that the casual passer-by might actually mistake that was his father’s name,” What the fuck do you think you’re doing back here after all that shit you pulled in Redgrave?”

Vergil repressed the urge to roll his eyes, half amused and half befuddled by his son’s outrageous behavior. “My apologies, but every reservation in the underworld was taken, so I had to resort to plan B.”

Nero stared at Vergil, thoroughly unamused by his father’s answer. He glanced towards Dante and gestured towards Vergil, disregarding the older twin’s sarcastic comeback. “Does he actually think he’s funny?”

Dante chuckled under his breath, shrugging playfully. “Who knows? You’d have to ask him. I hope not, though, because he’s definitely not.”

“Quiet. Both of you.” Vergil virtually growled at them both as he headed towards the steps,” I’ve had enough pleasantries for one lifetime. If I am not mistaken, before this little mishap occurred, you were going to show me around, were you not, Dante?”

Dante held up his hands in an act of surrender before following his twin to the bottom of the steps. Nero took his sweet time standing up, clearly trying to test Vergil’s already depleted patience reserves. After he moved, Nero glanced over at the van. It had lodged itself in a corner between the Devil May Cry agency building and the building it was connected to diagonally. The seemingly indestructible vehicle had more than likely lodged itself there during the blast. Morrison and the girls were disembarking. Going to check on them seemed like a decent idea. “You're just mad you lost again.” He said as he headed over towards the car.

Vergil glanced back over his shoulder, clearly incensed by the comment. “I won’t lose next time, child.”

“Uh-huh. Sure. Whatever you say.” Nero shouted over his shoulder before jogging off towards the van. Vergil leered in disapproval before turning back towards his twin. Dante was repressing a snicker. “You’re the reason he’s like this, you do realize that.”

At that comment, Dante burst into an almost hysterical fit of laughter. “Oh no, he was like that when I found him, Vergil! That attitude is all your fault! I guess the hardass gene comes from your side of the gene pool.”

Vergil shook his head and spared Nero a final glance before stepping towards the front door. “Just open the godforsaken front door, Dante!”

-~-

For the first time in what seemed like decades, the front office was actually clean. Considering the fact that Lady and Trish had more than likely been waiting here for Dante to return, that wasn’t too shocking to the youngest Son of Sparda, but it still wasn’t something he was accustomed to seeing. It wasn’t so much that he hated to clean (which he kind of did) or that he enjoyed living in squalor, it was just that he rather do literally anything else than tidy up around the office. His desk was still in the exact same place that he’d left it, and no effort had been put into redecorating since he’d left. Even the seemingly indestructible jukebox was still functional. Well, presumably. There was no power at the moment, so they couldn’t check.

While Dante checked his desk to make sure that everything was still in order, Vergil stalked around the office. The eldest of the two twins seemed to be examining the space quietly, assessing things for himself. Considering the events of the last few minutes -if not the last few days- Dante was just glad that things were so calm once again. It was good for his mental state. And the headache that he still hadn’t shaken.

Thanks, Nero.

As if he had heard his name called or something, the front doors to the office opened a moment later and in walked Nero, seemingly calm and collected again. Despite the emotionally charged fight that had taken place less than fifteen minutes prior, he seemed to be in high spirits. But then again, beating the ever-loving hell out of Vergil did that to a person sometimes. He dared even call it therapeutic.

The younger man walked across the room and placed his blade onto one of the weapon mounts on the wall before flopping down into the desk chair, folding his legs up onto the desk. Dante gave him a sideways glance, razing an eyebrow before grabbing the back of the chair and catapulting Nero from it, sending the white-haired youth rolling across the floor. Nero collected himself and stood up, repressing the urge to snicker to himself at Dante’s response. Somehow he just knew he’d do something like that. “Ya know, you could’ve just asked me to stand up.”

Dante spared him a glance from his position at the desk. He had taken Nero’s place in the chair and was filing through a stack of old mail, shaking his head at the number of bills he’d received. “Oh, I know I could’ve.”

Nero scoffed playfully and walked over to one of the couches, flopping down onto it. He stretched his arms out over his head and let his legs hang over the armrest, seemingly making himself comfortable. A moment later, every electronic device in the house came roaring back to life, producing a litany of loud noises. Vergil glanced up from his current place on the stairs, his eyes scanning the space for the source of the noise. After locating it, he filed past Nero on the couch and walked over to the tv. It was older, perhaps some sort of cathode display? Regardless, Vergil didn’t plan on watching it, and the noise was interrupting his otherwise serene mood.

The younger man raised his head and glanced over at Vergil, semi startled by his presence. “Where the hell were you this whole time? The bathroom?”

Vergil didn’t bother to look up from his place in front of the tv. “I do not know where the bathroom even is in this place, child.”

Nero was going to make a snarky comeback when a thought occurred to him. He turned to face Dante, the older man still going through his mail with a discontent look on his face. “Hey, Dante, I have a question.”

Dante spared him a quick glance before returning his focus to the envelopes. Some of them had past-due notices on them in red letters. Wonderful. “You and me both. For starters, how the hell is the power even on right now? I have at least twelve power bills in this stack alone with past due stickers on them!”

Nero stood up and headed past Dante’s office towards the back kitchen. Now that the power was on, he could find the refrigerator. “Don’t worry about that. I had Morrison take care of it on his way out of town. Said something about him and the others needing to check something out in the next town over. Nico’s checking out the van. She’ll probably be in soon.”

A look of surprise crossed Dante’s face at the younger man’s statement. He glanced between Nero and the pile of bills on the table, shuffling them until he located the most recent bill. He scanned over it briefly and then glanced back over at Nero, somehow even more bewildered than he had been a moment ago. “You know she’s going to kill you for that, right?”

Nero returned to the room empty-handed. The kitchen had been a bust. The closest thing to food in this house were the two empty pizza boxes on the front desk. Somehow he was more irritated with himself for expecting a different outcome than he was about the fact that he was practically starving to death from the lack of sustenance. “It’s fine, I talked to her about it. The water and gas should be back on, too. Just keep your fucking bills paid this time, damn it!”

Dante shook his head in disbelief before shooting Nero an appreciative glance. He was the only person that he could think of who would bodyslam someone into the pavement one moment and then pay their utility bills the next. Nero was truly something else. “I’m never going to understand where you got the cash from to do that. I mean, don’t you have two kids to feed?”

Nero held up three fingers, shaking his head. “Last time I checked, it was three. And I said don’t worry about it, ok? I’ve got this.”

At that, Vergil gave up on figuring out which of the seemingly endless knobs on this arcane contraption actually turned it off and unplugged it from the wall, solving the simple issue in the most Vergil way possible. No, he couldn’t have just heard him correctly. “... Did you just… You have three children, Nero?”

Nero watched Vergil approach from across the room, having nearly forgotten that he was still in the common area due to his silence. For some undisclosed reason, he was the only person present who insisted upon toting his blade around the building as if he thought that something would attack him here. Perhaps he did think that, considering how much time he’d supposedly spent in the underworld from what Nero had heard. Nero took a moment to consider the question, debating the merits of letting Vergil know about his personal life. But then again, what harm could come from him knowing? “Yea, three boys. Kyrie brought them home from the orphanage a while back since they didn’t have anywhere else to go while the repairs were going on. When it was time to send them back, she couldn’t make herself let them go so we just decided to keep 'em’.” Nero drifted off for a moment, recalling the fond memory. He then returned his attention to Dante.” But yea. So, why doesn’t he know where the bathroom is? Like, you’ve basically lived here forever, right? I don’t get it.”

And awkward silence blanked the room at the twins both considered the ramifications of such an innocent question. Vergil allowed himself to lean against the desk, earning him a raised eyebrow from his younger twin. If he didn’t know better, he would have assumed that Vergil was attempting to relax. But was he even physically capable of doing that? Dante wasn’t banking on it.

“Because I’ve never been here before,” Vergil answered succinctly. It was the truth, but admittedly, he didn’t grasp the significance of the statement until after he’d spoken the words. In at least two decades of Dante calling this office home, Vergil had never come to visit. Admittedly, they had not been on good (or even amicable terms) until now, but it had never occurred to him, much like it hadn’t occurred to him to come and visit, that he hadn’t made an effort to spend any meaningful time here and try to work things out with his younger twin.

Nero glanced between them, a look of disbelief and disappointment on his face. “How is that even- you know what? Nevermind. I’m not even gonna ask.” Nero shook his head before addressing Vergil again.”Why’d you wanna know anyway? What, did you think I was too young to have more than one kid or something?” Nero teased the subject casually. He didn’t honestly care what Vergil -or anyone else for that matter- thought about the subject. They were good children and he enjoyed having them around, despite the fact that they seemed to eat their weight in food on a daily basis.

Vergil seemed unfazed by the response he’d been given. “Yes. I did think that. At least, biologically.”

Dante laughed sarcastically at his brother’s response, drawing the puzzled gazes of both of his relatives. “Oh, your one to talk, Vergil. You did the same thing, and they are probably even closer together than his kids are!”

If looks could kill, Dante’s soul would have literally flown out of his body and plunged straight into hell. Vergil stared at him with a look he could only describe as blind horror and rage as he tried to process the ramification of Dante’s statement in front of Nero. This was not the time to have this conversation. Nero looked at them both in obvious confusion, completely unsure as to how to process his uncle’s statement. “Dante, what the fuck are you talking about?”

Dante felt a profound sense of regret wash over him as he realized the can of worms that he had just opened. A quick glance at Vergil confirmed his initial suspicion that his twin had seemingly turned a few shades paler. The eldest Son of Sparda had hoped that the statement would go over his son’s head, but Nero wasn’t quite as clueless as he’d hoped. There was no avoiding this topic of conversation, then.

Vergil let out a long sigh and accepted his defeat, along with the inevitable ass-kicking he was certainly about to receive. Additionally, he accepted the fact that he deserved it as well. He had never related to a defendant on trial so much in his entire life as he did at this very moment. “... You have a sibling.”

Nero stared at him blankly, every gear in his brain slamming to a stop and his cognitive abilities fled him. The silence that fell over the room was physically painful. After a prolonged period of time enduring the mounting sense of discomfort, Vergil decided to stop dodging the inevitable fight that was about to unfold and elaborate on his previous statement. “Moreover... you have a brother. The two of you are already well-acquainted from what I understand.”

The Sons of Sparda watched Nero scour his mind, combing it for a possible candidate. And they could also see the precise moment that he hit the jackpot. Nero’s state of utter disbelief was as threatening as it was uncomfortable to be on the receiving end of, and as he exhaled a tentative breath, he closed his eyes and nodded slowly, seeming to understand before he even asked. “It’s fucking V, isn’t it?”

Vergil nodded once as if not moving would somehow keep the eruption of emotion threatening to escape Nero at bay. Nero took a deep breath and growled under breath, unsure of how to process what he had just learned. He didn’t need Vergil’s confirmation. In some small measure, he just knew something had been different about him from the moment they had first met in his bedroom in Fortuna three months ago. Vergil simply waited for his son’s response. He did not fear Nero, but he acknowledged the destructive power that he possessed and the fact that he may very well never speak to him again after learning the truth. But a part of him dared hope for a different outcome despite everything.

“I guess I should rephrase that, shouldn’t I,” Nero said, a certain uncanny darkness tinting his tone of voice,” I had a brother. At least until whatever the hell you did to him happened.” The calm fury in his voice made the statement carry so much additional weight that it was unreal. “So unless whatever you did to him you can undo, I guess I’ve been downgraded to only child status again. I can’t fucking believe you.”

Vergil dwelled on Nero’s statement in silence. He seemed to consider something for a long time before carefully speaking. “... I never intended for him to meet such a fate. In truth, his involvement in my affairs was never planned from the start and if I could undo what has been done…” Vergil stopped dead in his tracks, a metaphorical lightbulb coming on in his head. In that very instant, something had occurred to him. An idea that he could not yet elaborate on, but also one that might have potential nonetheless. Dante and Nero both looked at him questioningly, wondering what part of his mind had come undone at that moment.

Vergil adjusted his coat and his posture, no longer leaning against the edge of the desk. He nodded to himself once before speaking, as if to confirm something to himself. “... There may be something that could be done about what you suggested. But first, I need to find her. It has been some time now, and I do not know if she still resides where I last visited her.”

Dante sat up straight in his chair, now more invested in this conversation than he had been before his brother had dared suggest something so outlandish.”Her who?”

Nero seemed to share Dante’s sentiment, although in a less agreeable state. Vergil sighed. Of all the bridges he had burned over the years, he never thought this would be the one he would come to regret the most. “Magnolia”.

Note: Thank you so much for reading this chapter! Hopefully, I haven’t lost any of you, but as I mentioned before this is a cannon divergent au. A while back, I did a questionnaire, and over half of the participants said that this was an idea that they personally liked, so I can only hope that you will keep reading to see what happens next! I hope to do two more chapters next week, one on Wednesday and one on Friday, but at the very least the Friday release is always guaranteed for this fic. In the meantime, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and if you don’t like the direction, I totally understand. Just please, don’t send me hate mail. Thanks!

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