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thatkinkytrashcan · 4 years

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Broken Blades pt. 3

Summary: After a moment of desperate passion between brothers, Vergil falls into the hands of their father's greatest enemy. With his very mind and soul stolen by Mundus, Vergil knows nothing but the want to fulfill his Master's every desire. And to protect their precious son, Nero.

Pairings: Dante/Vergil, Vergil/Mundus, Vergil & Nero, Dante & Nero

Warnings/Tags:

Sibling incest, DT sex, knotting, cum inflation, m-preg, Vergil is Nero’s mom, rape/dub-con, mental and emotional manipulation, brainwashing, amnesia and identity issues, forced c-section without anesthesia, child abuse, threat of future sexual violence made to a child, Mundus is a really bad parent, rampant speculation on demon/half-demon biology

III. Forming

Nelo Angelo gasped, wrapping his fists in the silken bed sheets beneath him. The skin of his stomach went taught under the force of the contraction, sending pressure rippling from his back into his lower abdomen. They were coming so close now, and despite the pain, his anticipation was far stronger.

The memories of being found by Master Mundus, alone, abandoned by everyone else, were hazy and too far away. Dimly, he recalled that he'd been angry when Mundus initially touched him, but what a fool he'd been to feel that way. Master had only wanted to protect him, and Nelo Angelo was so very glad to be able to give the one he owed his life a gift from his own pathetic body.

A child. Their child.

Watching his belly grow as their offspring did brought him incredible joy, knowing this life he was nurturing would be for his master's happiness. It had been a long gestation, at least compared to human norms, and Nelo Angelo already felt so close to the baby. He spent much of the last month of his pregnancy laying in bed, speaking softly in the hopes that his little one would know his voice the moment they emerged into the world. His fingers twitched and then clenched again as another contraction rolled through him like a tidal wave.

It would be soon. He would finally get to meet his child. He wanted so badly to touch his swollen stomach as if that could comfort the being inside him, but the hag attending his birth wanted no obstructions while she worked. The next contraction left him gasping for air.

"Master, now?" Nelo Angelo glanced at Mundus standing at the bedside, transformed into a figure that was too beautiful to be human. Long, dark hair, three piercing eyes, almost difficult to look at in his glory.

Mundus smiled resplendently. "No."

Confused, Nelo Angelo blinked at him. In his own, ugly human form he didn't have the correct external structures to give birth, so he had assumed his master would want him to transform into his devil shape which could convert itself in the necessary ways.

But Master didn't find his Devil Trigger very appealing, and Master was wiser than he.

Another contraction bowed him upward, and Nelo Angelo tried very hard to breath through it. His child, Master's child, would be the end result of all this agony. What a worthy sacrifice.

"It's time," the hag declared, curving her boney fingers around Nelo Angelo's stomach. Some part of him despised the touch so close to what was precious to him, but it was what Master wanted. He would endure it.

Mundus nodded at her, a terrible smile curling his lips, and Nelo Angelo choked off a scream when she slashed open his abdomen with her impeccably sharp nails. The unexpected pain was more shocking than what his own body had been inflicting on him. He had to clench his fists even harder to keep himself still as she dug into his stomach, pushing organs out of the way, and coming to where the baby was nestled inside him.

"M-Master?" he questioned. He shouldn't question, he knew that, but…

"It's better this way," Mundus explained. His marble-cold fingers brushed over Nelo Angelo's jaw. "You look so much more like your father in this shape."

"If t-that makes you happy, Master," he said, though he didn't understand. His throat tightened as the pain became overwhelming, but he was thankful that he didn't make too much noise. Master only liked it when he screamed for him.

The hag made a sound of interest when she pulled the baby from his torn womb, and an insistent, mewling cry filled the opulent room, bringing a smile of relief and wonder to Nelo Angelo’s lips. He watched in amazement as the newborn squirmed in the hag's hands, healthy and covered in viscera, so real and utterly, completely perfect. For a moment, he thought he might shed the tears that burned in his eyes.

"A male child," she said, peering in fascination. "Very human looking, though. I see no outward evidence of devil blood, but I can feel it within. He will be quite strong someday."

Nelo Angelo desperately wanted to hold him, but he dared not ask until Master approved.

"Clean it up," Mundus instructed. "Let's give my concubine a moment to recover."

The stone-chilled fingers touched his face again, and Nelo Angelo pressed into the cold. He could feel his body stitching itself together, organs shifting back into place and flesh mending on its own. Only the wetness of his blood soaking the sheets made it uncomfortable.

"Are you pleased with your son, Master?" Nelo Angelo asked anxiously.

"My son?" Mundus looked puzzled for a few seconds. "Ah yes, of course. I believe he will be… beneficial."

"Beneficial…" He shouldn't be disappointed, Nelo Angelo reminded himself. Master knew best. Being useful to Mundus was part of being loved by him; you made yourself useful to him because you loved him, and he was sure every one of Mundus' servants felt the same.

The baby's cries intensified, and Nelo Angelo tried to lever himself up to see what the hag was doing with his child. He couldn't get a clear enough view to ease the prickling in his heart that the plaintive noises brought out. "Master, is everything alri--?”

"I have a gift for you."

Nelo Angelo blinked in surprise. "A gift? For me?"

Mundus smiled and held out a gold amulet set with a large red stone. Something ached in the back of his skull at the sight of it, and Nelo Angelo tried not to recoil when his master leaned in to settle it around his neck. The weight tugged at things under his surface that he didn't want to confront when he was already emotionally upheaved. Why did he feel like he knew this necklace?

"This will remind you who you belong to," Mundus said. "Any time you see it, you will know you are mine. I bid you to always wear it."

"Thank you, Master," Nelo Angelo said quietly. He should be grateful for this blessing, so why did the bright jewel make him bereft? It was disorientingly warm in his palm.

The hag approaching was a welcome distraction, and Nelo Angelo craned his neck to see the bundle in her hands. Wrapped in a luxurious black blanket befitting the son of the Underworld's mighty king was their precious, wailing son crowned in damp silver hair. Whatever thoughts of despair had been welling inside him fled immediately.

Mundus took a moment to inspect the baby but didn't touch him before nodding. Nelo Angelo held out his arms in a silent request. He didn't really have any rights to ask for anything as a concubine, but he was thankful when the hag lay the child on his chest. This thriving weight tugged on something inside him too, something oddly close to the amulet.

"He's so beautiful," Nelo Angelo whispered in awe. The baby finally quieted into little whimpering snuffles when he stroked the downy hair, and pure blue eyes looked up at him from a round face.

It was a moment before Mundus spoke. "I'm… sure he will be quite remarkable when he grows older. Perhaps just as lovely as his mother."

"I hope that he looks like his father," Nelo Angelo said quickly. Because he did. Mundus was magnificent and ethereal, not so pitifully human as Nelo Angelo.

A strange smile tilted Master's thin lips. "How intriguing that would be."

Unsettled, Nelo Angelo drew his son closer. It might be unfair to ask Mundus to bond with the child as quickly as he had. Nelo Angelo had carried this life inside himself for months and months, and Mundus might need more time to forge a connection.

"Master, what shall we call him?" Nelo Angelo asked.

"A name. Hmmm…" Mundus stared at the baby, still smiling mysteriously. "I think… Nero. So he takes after his mother. Obedient and delicate, a black angel."

"A very good name, Master," Nelo Angelo murmured. He looked down at his son, his Nero, cradled in his arms and wondered why his heart throbbed so painfully from Mundus' wishes for their child.

But it would be fine. His wonderful Master would make everything right in the end.

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