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mangosrar · 5 months

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The lucky one.

Chris Sturniolo x fem reader.

an: this is not proofread 😛

warnings: none

based off of this song!!!!

Somerville, boston, Massachusetts. the place you grew up loving. and the place you came to hate. not because of how cold it was or how the weather was extremely bipolar. no. boston winters were no joke but you loved winter. you hated boston because of the strings it had you on. all the ghosts that haunted every corner of it. the lost relationships.

before you left boston life was great. you, your boyfriend and his two brothers were living the high life. you were a star. your acting career had taken off when you were 16 and it was great. you loved the fast pace life. you’re boyfriend and his brothers weren’t far behind with their youtube career. they were internet sensations. everyone loved them. but all that glitter is gold and soon the glitter became suffocating. everywhere you went the media was on your tail. interviews and red carpets, talk shows, the press, they all knew you’re secrets. you had no privacy. heavy is the head that wears the crown and you couldn’t do it, so you upped and left just after you’re 21st birthday. without a word to anyone. of course you let them all know you were safe, but you left everyone behind. your family, your friends, your boyfriend, every single childhood memory you had in boston you ditched and left for dead.

2 years later, you were now 23. stood dead centre of the last place you wanted to be. every single late night adventure with your friends, every single coffee shop date with your now ex boyfriend happened here. here in this one tiny neighbourhood yet it seemed so far stretched.

your main concern for your return to boston was who you were going to bump into. you hadn’t actually thought about what you would do if you were to bump into anyone. maybe run away, maybe scream, maybe vomit. the options were endless. but as if god was dead against you, a familiar face appeared behind you in the reflection of the coffee shop window, leaving no time to decide.

“Rory?” it was if time had stopped. your heart rate sky rocketed and your mouth ran dry. it felt like someone had sucker punched you in the stomach. all of the air in your lungs made a swift escape and it felt like you were suffocating.

you turned around and saw his face. he looked different. he was taller, and more built. his hair was shorter, his facial bones were more defined. he was even more gorgeous than he used to be. but his eyes looked heavy on his face. the dark circles prominent. he looked tired.

“Chris.” you’re voice was weak and uneasy. you wanted to reach out an touch him just to check you weren’t dreaming and that your chris was actually standing in front of you.

“i didn’t know you were back in boston” chris sounded just as surprised to see you. his eyes traveled over you’re face, like he was taking a mental picture. they lingered on you’re hair for just a second longer. he noticed.

“yeah, i got here this morning” he brought a hand up to his jaw and rubbed it. his eyes were still examining you’re face. he was shell shocked.

“you changed you’re hair” he blurted out. it was true. you had always had long, curly, light brown hair. but it was now dark brown and sat just below you’re shoulders and straight.

“yeah, i uhh… needed a change” you didn’t really know what to say. this was probably the weirdest interaction you had ever had.

“you look good rora” he nodded. you internally winced at the nick name. he was the only one who ever called you that. you couldn’t even reply. you just smiled at him.

there was an abundant pause before chris spoke again.

“i’m about to go get a coffee if you wanna join me, you know, catch up and stuff” he said while gesturing to the coffee shop behind you.

“i don’t know chris i….” you trailed off. uncertainty evident.

“come on rory, 30 minutes and the best coffee in boston” he raised his eyebrows and displayed a toothy grin. there was a long pause before you replied, weighing out your options.

“how could i say no to that stupid face” you replied trying to hide your smile.

once you were both situated in a booth with a cup of coffee. you spoke first.

“does ray still own this place?” you asked.

“no uh ray died last year but you know Cody his son? he took over” chris said. glancing around the room before landing his eyes back on you. you felt your heart break a little. for years you had been coming here, almost every day after school from freshman year to senior year. in summer you would have a smoothie and in winter you would have a hot chocolate then eventually it was just coffee all year round. every time coming closer to the last. it really put things into perspective. regardless of you leaving, everybody carried on with their life and boston wasn’t waiting for you to catch up.

“oh my god, that must have been so hard. no body even told me” you instantly regretted what you said. you knew what was coming next.

“you just disappeared Rory. no one knew where you were, how were we supposed to tell you. i visited your mom and she didn’t know either. we were worried about you. i haven’t stopped worrying about you. i never even got an explanation. ” his tone was carrying a harsh undertone. helping you understand how bad it hurt. you couldn’t even look at him, the way he was obviously referring to you leaving your boyfriend in the dark, with no explanation as to why you left, making your stomach do flips.

“i didn’t disappear chris i just took my dignity and got the hell out. i had to” you told him. he nodded slowly. clearly not accepting your justification but regardless he respected you none the less. he took a sip of his coffee never making eye contact with you, before speaking.

“Nate said you bought a bunch of land,” he said breaking the awkward tension with a raise of his eyebrows in questioning. “chose the rose garden over Madison square?” he added with a smile, trying to break the tense air between you both. you let out a lousy laugh while nodding your head.

“something like that” he just sent you a knowing smile, not pressing on the subject, before his face changed into something of remorse.

“i get it tho aurora, you know it took some time but i understand it now. why you left i mean”

his eyes stayed on yours as he spoke. you said nothing as your mouth curved into a tight lipped smile. urging chris to carry on.

“cuz now everyone knows my name wherever i go and i can’t ever have that quiet life that we wanted, the one you have now, but i think you got it right”. there was nothing but sincerity plastered across his face.

“the camera flashes make it look like a fucking dream though” he hung his head again, shaking it, blowing a puff of air out of his nose, laughing.

“but you’ve had it figured out since we were in school.” you were confused. he had always wanted this life. the followers, the fame, the money, it was his dream.

“everybody wants to see hot triplet brothers having fun together and making a fool of themselves. everybody loves it.” you added, sending him an questioning raise of you’re eyebrows.

“but it’s not like that anymore, it’s big black cars and riviera views, the dates i get for the events dont even fucking know me, and our secrets end up splashed on the news front page” he said slightly raising his voice with a harsh tone, clearly needing to get it off his chest. the hand that had been waving around in the air trying to further his point comes down the fiddle with the handle of the mug in front of him.

“and they tell you that you’re lucky but it’s so confusing because like, i don’t feel good, i just feel used, and the second you’re hype is over all the new big hits line up to take you’re place you know?” he added. you did know. you knew it all too well. you didn’t even have to reply. he knew that you understood him. despite the absence between you both there was still a lot you had in common.

there was a pregnant pause, both of you just staring at each other, having so much to say but leaving it unsaid, avoiding the conversation. chris cleared his throat, breaking the silence.

“how long are you in boston for?”

“well i haven’t been back in almost a 2 years so i was planning on staying for a week or so but just being here for a few hours is make ig me hate it so i think i’m gonna get the next flight out.” you hated the fact that you were telling him this, the reason you hated it sitting right in front of you, clad in a puffer jacket and a beanie, sipping coffee.

“no!” he shouted so fast it took you back a little, your eyes widened at his sudden outburst. he cleared his throat before continuing. “um…stay for a while, come see nick and matt. my parents still ask about you all the time they would love to see you.” chris’s voice was full of hope. it broke your heart. he really hadn’t changed at all.

“i can’t chris”. you watched his face fall as you replied. your voice was small and sad.

“why rory? what’s the worst that could happen?” it was a silly question really. he knew the answer. “you know what, i know why you won’t. i know you like the back of my hand aroura. you’re scared you’re gonna love it too much and you won’t wanna leave. youre scared of this” he gestured between the two of you. “you’re scared that you’re gonna come to the realisation that you don’t hate being back in boston, you hate the fact that it’s exactly where you should be”. he had you all figured out. he couldn’t have been more correct if the reason had walked up to him and slapped him straight in the face. but that scared you even more. the way he knew you so well, after all this time.

“i’m scared”. you nodded. completely putting all your vulnerability on display as tears gathered in your water line. he reached over and took your hands in his. staring so deeply into your eyes you we’re sure he could see your thoughts.

“don’t be. whatever happens, it will all work out. you might decide to stay, you might decide to run off again in the next 20 minutes, but if you do i won’t be mad and i wont try to stop you, because i know that you gave it a chance. so please aroura, give me a chance. let it figure itself out. it’s all going to be fine. i promise” his voice was quiet and comforting, and in that exact moment he stopped talking. you realised you were the lucky one. you were lucky that even though you were both 23 now, no longer silly teenagers in love, you were still the same kids you used to be. you were lucky that he was still willing to stand by you. you were lucky that he somehow had the answer for everything, he knew exactly what to say to you. just like he always did, even after all this time. he was still there waiting for you with open arms. this was where you were meant to be.

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i love this so much he’s so cute i just wanna put him in my pocket and eat him. 😃

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schlock-luster-video · 1 year

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On January 5, 1977 The Pom Pom Girls debuted in France.

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itsabouttimex2 · 13 days

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Primal Moon: Two

(I’ve created a new Character.AI bot to go along with this fic, by the way! ‘Primal Moon Mei’)

Twice a year; once in spring and once in autumn, a verdant moon rises to bring the bestial instincts of non-humans to light. Celestials and demons alike struggle to keep hold of themselves, something ancient welling up within them and shifting their thoughts and feelings to a more animalistic state.

“Be affectionate and kind,” says the voice of your elementary-school teacher, ringing in your head. “The Primal Moon might change your friends, but they’re still your friends. Don’t hit or yell, dears- you’ll only scare and upset whoever you’re dealing with.”

That lesson had been years ago, the first time you had heard this lunar phenomenon referred to by it’s true, scientific name- over the years, it had gained many different monikers.

Many people these days liked to call it ‘viridescence’. Years before it was better understood, it was called the ‘Green Surge’, only used in modern times by segregationists who viewed demons as inherent threats to humans. Religious folk see it as a time of internal cleansing, one’s sins leaving the body. To them, it’s the ‘Spring Tide’, a wave of unholiness exiting one through their connection with the rising moon. Lightheartedly across Internet forums it’s been dubbed ‘Prime Time’, photos of the green moon edited onto pictures of athletes and celebrities.

Your friend is a celebrity in her own right, actually. You had met her when she was live-streaming and struck up a quick friendship, the two of you near and dear to this day.

It’s the first time you’ve actually been around her during a state of viridescence, though- you had both lost track of the time as midnight crept closer, leaving you as perfect little treasure for Mei to take in hand.

She had snatched you right off your feet in her massive maw, hurrying your dangling form to a precious hoard. In it were countless possessions ranging in value, everything from worn childhood plushes to limited edition action figures to antique jewelry.

And you sat on it in the very middle, a sweet and soft crown jewel to be admired and adored.

Now, you look up to her. Her draconian eyes leer down at you, your image reflected in pools of endless yellow. Her head tilts in time with yours, scales twitching with each movement.

“…Mei? Are you alright, hun?”

Delighted by the affectionate nickname, a rumbling purr comes from deep within her throat. Mei adjusts her whole body, pulling you close with a coil of her emerald scales. Your best friend’s head dips forward and nudges yours, the tip of her large, pointed snout pressing against you before she hisses, her tongue flicking out. For just a moment, a strange black and red fire dances along the length of the organ.

Then, she starts to shift- from any other perspective, the event would be awe-inspiring. The graceful slither of her draconic body, each emerald scale glinting like starlight as it caught the sheen of the lanterns above.

There’s a low rumble in the back of her massive throat, a deep and thrumming call. Your best friend twists around until a certain portion of her glittering scales are in front of you- looks like she wants scritches.

“…even during a time like this, you manage to be a little cute.”

You aren’t exactly incredulous at that, though. Mei’s family is absolutely loaded, and they were rather strict and protective throughout her childhood- they had probably gotten her proper (and expensive) counseling to deal with all the problems that viridescence brings. So, although she was impacted as much as any other non-human, Mei was much better at controlling herself than most.

Slowly, you reach out to her scales, scratching at the defensive keratin with both of your hands. “Is that any good, Mei?”

Another rumbling purr comes from her throat, and Mei nudges you once more. Her long tongue flicks out, the wet organ rubbing against your face before slinking away back into her mouth. An incredibly hot sensation spreads where her tongue had been, a few degrees below burning.

It takes everything you have not to scream as the boiling saliva spreads on your cheek, but you manage to compose yourself enough to quickly wipe at the wetness with a sleeve, staggering away from her tongue. And then, in doing so, you lose your balance and slip, tumbling down Mei’s hoard. Near the bottom you land on her tail, feeling a feathery mass of green fur bind around you.

Mei lifts you slowly above herself, releasing you from her grip midair. You fall several feet into the massive coils of her body, feeling the dragon-girl knot herself around you like a python. Against your struggles you find yourself slowly consumed, twisted up like a pretzel in the folds of emerald scales.

There’s heavy pressure pushing on you from all angles, keeping your form locked securely in place. All of Mei is warm to the touch, blocking out the cold of the night. Still, aside from the cheek that had been smeared with fiery saliva, nothing outright hurts. She’s careful to not crush or strangle, though her grip is impenetrably tight. Constant purring rumbles her body, leaving you enfolded in what feels like the world’s coziest earthquake.

Warm and safe in the embrace of your best friend- there are worse ways to face the moon.

#Platonic Yandere #Yandere Lego Monkie Kid #Yandere LMK #Yandere Mei #Mei Dragon #Primal Moon #Fluff Fic

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prototypelq · 6 months

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So, me and the ever-wonderful Raven @whitebeakedraven have been discussing the twins (S)DT forms, and quite a number of details were noticed by us over the course of that conversation, plus some worrying headcanons were born! I felt the need to compose them into a tumblr post for mutuals, especially since I have not seen them be discussed by the fandom at large.

To start off on a high and very shaky note: I believe Vergil’s horns were broken!

The coolness factor and the amount of ‘exhaust pipe horns’ jokes kind of desensitized me a little, but if you look closer at the horns’ model - it is clear they suffered a lot of damage. The ‘exhaust pipe’ itself is my primary evidence for this - the horn structure around the power-flames looks sponge-y. That kind of bone structure is found in the innermost layers of the bone, right around the marrow. It is not built for sustaining pressure, but instead to support the living tissue of the bone and to allow for its growth.

It is not built to sustain pressure or forces of any kind, it should not be the outer layer of any bone. Yet, Vergil’s Final Form shows it clearly on display!

If we go back to the previous DT models we have of Vergil’s trigger - namely his triggers in DMC3 and DMC4 - we can see that his horns…have not changed since then. At all.

(the growth sizes are very approximate, but I think the pictures convey my meaning here)

Now look at how much Dante’s horn crown has changed from his original DT - that is a very, very sizeable growth spurt right there, his horn crown pretty much grew three or so times the size it was, plus he got the neck-/gill-guard second set of horns, same as Vergil. What I’m saying here is - it is mighty suspicious that Vergil’s horns remain unchanged since his teenagehood. Also, as Raven lovely pointed out - the damage done to horns is too symmetrical to be a natural occurrence or a simple mistake.

And where did Vergil spend his time in between his last appearance in DMC3 and his return in DMC5? In the hands of a professional demon torturer. I’ll just quote Raven here:

Horns seem to me like a point of pride for demons, which could be the reason Mundus targeted them and Vergil internalized that targeting. So his horns didn't develop much further except cracking open to show his power and having extra defenses in case they are targeted again.

Some other supporting evidence for this theory:

- uneven ‘cut’: the horns look curved a little, the inner layer having died off and unable to grow out, while the outer layer tried it’s best to grow out again after the damage was done, but with limited success

- the DMC5 DT Vergil concept art horns have a small inner part growing out - which I would interpret as the damage fully healing and the horns beginning to grow properly again. you can also see that the ‘powerline’ in the horns is straight, and not uneven as in SDT render in-game, plus they look more sleek and elegant.

- from the front the horn crown looks very, very rough. If we compare to Dante, his horns are long, smooth, and the ‘powerlines’* of the horns can only be found on the inner side and are glowing.

[* btw Dante having long thin appendages around his head that exert a lot of heat makes me think of long-eared animal adaptation to hot climates, which are used to let the animal cool down faster. in demonic biology terms, I imagine having a ‘powerline’ being rerouted around the head like that to the horn crown instead might allow twins to remain in SDT without constantly frying and regenerating their brains back]

Vergil’s horns from the front look to be cracking from the power that is fed into them, like they should be able to contain it but cannot and it is ‘leaking’ out of the front cracks and result in the ‘side flamethrowers’ he got instead.

I admit, this theory is very SSDP (Syndrome of Search for Deeper Meaning - СПГС, an extremely handy term in ru), and can be explained in two simple words - Stylistic Choice, plus, as Raven pointed out - any damage should have been healed during Vergil’s resurrection... However, I had fun figuring this out, and the details align way too neatly into a single picture for it to be simply coincidence in my opinion. An alternate explanation for this - or a counterargument, provided by the lovely Raven - would be that Vergil chose this current form, one way or the other. He did not evolve a huge horn crown ‘cause that’s an easy grab appendage, and instead he influenced them to be more practical with smaller horns, getting himself some sick flamethrowers as a bonus. The ‘exhaust pipe’ design being either an intentional or a more subconscious display of Vergil remembering the torture and reacting accordingly to protect his horns from further damage, by making them literally untouchable.

Another interesting part of Vergil’s SDT design is his tail and wings. I admit, I was quite salty that Vergil got four wings and a tail, while Dante only has wings, but we might have found an explanation for that.

First, let’s take a look at Vergil’s SDT back…. It’s a goddamn mess!

He has a full-range-of-motion shoulder girdle (1.) , plus, five additional limbs sprouting from his back (tail (2.) plus four wings (3.)). The tail making it all even worse, because it is placed between the upper wingset shoulder blades!

If you know anything even remotely about birds or flying, you know that the wings need a lot of space to rotate and function properly, and having a tail right in between them is not a good idea at all. This is a mess, but let’s start simple - wings.

Interesting bit about Vergil’s wings is that, aside from one extremely stupid flying freight lizard attack (seriously, what was Vergil thinking, making a big show and parading like he did, only to have an attack itself be telegraphed miles ahead and very easy to dodge?...makes you think...), Vergil does not fly. Actually, he doesn’t use his wings at all, except as a flourish/added hit at the end of some big combos, so only when he knows he is safe and ready to deliver maximum pain. You can argue he prefers instantly teleporting around as his main movement tech, but still, it’s weird that even his jump doesn’t have at least *some* wing movement involved - he doesn’t even instinctively try to slow his fall or anything with them!

(here is a screenshot of a fall part of jump animation - wings are kept low and close to the body, just as they are when Vergil is standing normally or attacking)

Another look at his back might provide the answer to that. Here we see that the bones connecting the wingset to the chest are protruding out of the body so much, they are, anatomically speaking, tapered on, and very poorly at that. If not for demonic resilience, those wings should have been torn off from the body by their own generated take-off force.

So, the twins' wings are not built very well, mayhaps this is why Vergil is so protective of them and doesn’t use them too much, except for situations when he is sure it’s safe.

His tail in that case, is a great addition to offer protection for his wings! The tail is long enough to be an effective counter from all sides (imagine if Vergil’s parry was not with the sheathed Yamato, but with his tail… that pointy end does not look friendly at all), and its placement between the wings now makes sense, because the tail is actually a guard for his back.

During my previous photomode experiments, I found out that Urizen’s multitude of eyes track the camera movement. Even in photomode Urizen does not feel safe enough to be still, apparently. Raven interpreted that as a clear manifestation of Vergil’s paranoia and trust issues, and I completely agree... The tail then, is another feature that reflects this. Also, y’know, Vergil did spent a few decades in hell, where he had a very bad, no good, absolutely horrible time… and I’ll just quote Raven here:

And I mean, what better way to enforce the fact that escape, that freedom, is impossible towards a prisoner, than by ripping their literal wings off…

The poor connection of the wings to the main body could in that case also be a reaction to this trauma. If someone gets to them, they're easily removed without too much further damage, so that they can start regenerating immediately. But before that, any attacker will have to get by the tail that’s got a sharp enough end to provide ample amounts of protection.

Another reason why the tail fits Vergil so nicely is because of the speed and balance it provides.

DMC5 introduced us to lovely lizard demons like Riots, Chaoses and Furies, all of which are known for having a tail. Interesting bit here is that the higher back attachment makes the tail act as a great balancing tool for bipedals. All of the lizors mentioned above sure do love their speedy attacks, so it makes sense they developed the tail to counteract their erratic and swift movements. And Vergil’s SDT seems to have adopted that feature too.

As for Dante, as much as I would have loved for him to get a tail as well, Raven pointed out another detail here. If Dante had any control whatsoever over the SDT evolution... he definitely wouldn’t want any more demonic features. The four-winged and big horned flying form is probably the inherited template from Sparda that neither Vergil nor Dante would have been able to stray away from too much, but the tail is clearly a Vergil-only development. Dante might have gone ‘minimalistic’ in that sense, since he has no additional features of his own (anatomically speaking... technically speaking you might count his Luce, Ombra and Demolition ranged magic moves as special features)

Now, since we’re already on the topic of Dante, we have found another interesting tidbit - his DT face evolution.

We know that in DMC3 Vergil helps his brother unlock his demonic heritage, finally giving Dante his Trigger. The detail that made me curious here is that the DMC3 face is very similar to the face the SDT form has - specifically the lack of human features and the demonic jaws. Let’s have a look here at the evolution of Dante’s DT faces over time (in more ways than one…):

In DMC3 his DT face is pretty much the template from which the SDT form will later evolve, since it lacks any human features that are present in other forms (save for SDT). This DT form is adaptable and changes depending on the Devil Arm Dante is using, showing that he clearly doesn’t have too much control over it yet. The most noticeable example would be the horns - they change form significantly... Also the horns Dante has sprouting here from the back of his head might be the neck-guard horns and the main crown he will fully develop later on. Unlike Dante, Vergil’s form seems much more stable in the sense that his horn shape changes as well, but not nearly as much, and nothing else is affected by the Devil Arms in his appearance.

DMC1, now THIS I almost overlooked, and I sure am glad that I didn’t. The DMC1 DT forms are also affected a lot by the Devil Arms Dante is using in the moment. The weapons seem to ‘overwrite’ Dante’s innate form a lot here, and without their induced features, his face in DT is actually…blank. There is just a blank head until the Devil Arms give him some additions… I have a feeling this might be connected to Dante’s twin-related trauma in the game, they have the same face, after all…

In contrast to everything that comes before, the DMC2 form is a mix of both Dante’s strive for humanity and his ever-growing powers, because his face in DT is - for the first time in the series - completely human. He can’t however, escape the transformation entirely unchanged, and the dark scales and skin color... they make him look a lot like Nelo, or at least to me it seems that way. This is also the game where the SDT makes its first appearance as a Majin form, which is a low-health DT transformation. The Majin form has all the classic features of an SDT - four wings, developed horn crown and even arm-blades like the ones SDT Vergil has. The Majin form is also my big evidence for the ‘SDT forms have a template twins were always supposed to evolve into’ argument.

DMC4 is the ‘mature’ phase where Dante’s DT finally stabilizes and stopped evolving (before SDT was thrown on the table). None of the Devil Arms alter his appearance anymore, the horn crown is finally developed properly, and his facial features are demonic, but the face as a whole still reads as human.

Additional stuff I have noticed but have nowhere else to place:

- Vergil had undergone extensive torture in his time as Mundus’ captive. His horns were broken, wings - ripped out, and if we keep going down that route the V-cut on the SDT chest bears quite a similarity to a badly done dissection scar.

- Alternatively, the V-shape could be seen as the V signature Vergil used to mark his things. In DMC5 he is pretty much picking up the torn and scattered pieces of himself, so that characteristic shape might also be him Reclaiming his name, as one well-known song might have said

- Meanwhile, Dante’s ‘chest rupture’ shape reminds me simultaneously of the numerous stab wounds Dante has been subjected over time, but also a literal bleeding heart pattern, speaking of the heartbreak physical, and the metaphorical one he suffered and never recovered from. This is made worse, if you remember that Dante got his SDT form before the final battle with Urizen in mission 17, so it is also a manifestation of his inner conflict and hurt at that moment in time and story, as he had yet to kill his brother. Again.

- to end on, at least somewhat positive note - the twins’ scales are iridescent!!! Some scales make this more apparent than others, but ultimately all scales have this quality and it brings me much joy)))

Aaaaand the final piece of wisdom I have for today. It is no secret that the DT wings mimic the series-standard leather coats the twins love so much, but I have not seen much of a reverse read on this connection - the twins loving their long leather coats because they mimic the feel of DT wings. The wings have an intricate swirl pattern on the inside and there is a lot of power going through them, so they should be warm, and the pose the twins normally have their wings around - the coats might give them a similar feeling. They are, obviously, leather, they should be good at reflecting warmth, the coats cover the same ‘forward hug’ area like the wings, they are heavy, and they whirl around the back and legs like the wind one would be feeling if they were to move.

This, just might damn be, why V(ergil) stuck to wearing that horrific goth clothing for the entirety of the almost two months he was alive (I say this because I don’t like that outfit, also because V is Vergil and I hope we can all agree Vergil himself would never wear that).He was alone on the street, had no power, no weapons, no money or anything on him and was painfully human, only to have a leather coat thrown his way in a merciful turn of fate. Vergil did not care how passable he looked at that moment, he stated that multiple times himself.What he cared about was the feeling of comfort the leather coat gave him. It reminded him of his better days, of days where his own wings were just one trigger away. And that might be why he didn’t change his clothing from literally the first stuff that was handed to him.

Sooo, that would be it for the post. This one was in the works for a while xD. Again, immense thanks to Raven for rambling about this with me, it was super fun and her contributions to that conversation have been ginormous. Thank you dear reader, for finishing this monster of a post too! Text your family you love them to avoid ending up as these losers here please.

p.s. the DT different forms over the series photos were taken from the dmc wiki, everything else was captured by me in-game

#prepare your tinfoil hats it's gonna be a longread #thank you tumblr for not crashing while posting this too #hellsite (affectionate)#dante sparda #vergil sparda #dmc #the sparda loser twins #devil may cry

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tragedyofdevotion · 2 years

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All is well that ends well

After story is kinda continuation to this.

You remembered the picture book your mother used to read you when you were a child. It was a love story in which a kind prince fell in love with his beautiful maid. The prince’s childhood friend, however, couldn’t approve their relationship, going as far as using the forbidden magic to became the witch in order to kill the prince’s beloved. You view on the story is different from others. You thought that as a childhood friend, she was always by the Prince's side and they overcame numerous struggles together, only for him to abandon her for some other girl. That is why, instead of hating the witch like your siblings did, you kind of sympathized her.

However, never did you imagine you will be in her place some day.

One evening, during the student council meeting, Lucifer announced that RAD would be welcoming a new exchange student from human realm. The brothers started to complain, but one glare from Lucifer fixed everything, and the meeting ended with the decision that Mammon would be the one to be her guardian demon when she arrived. You felt a little lonely that your first demon will have less time to spend with you but that was the decision of Diavolo and Lucifer . And you know, first hand, how stubborn the crown prince can be when it comes to the exchange program. So, you didn’t couldn’t meddle in their affairs.

………

Reira, the new exchange student, possessed otherworldly beauty, big round eyes which steal glances, plump lips with the color of blood and the sweetest smile to go with it. Silky smooth skin that would melt at the slight touch and long black hair which flowed freely from her shoulder. She was beautiful in all ways you wouldn’t. Even Asmodeus who had very high standards regarding beauty stared at her stunning frame and admired her. Faced with all admiration, you remember Mammon said something like that was his human and not to stare at her that much. Words which he used to said for you. Call it envy but you knew that you wouldn’t like her as soon as you saw her. Thinking back, more than envy, it was more like a warning from your sixth sense.

Ignoring the slight jealousy brewing in your stomach, you welcomed her with open arms. You tried to be her light beacon because you knew how difficult it is to survive as a human who knew nothing about magic in this devildom. However, it seemed that your efforts were unnecessary since she replied with “I can take care of myself, (y/n) senpai. Moreover, even if something were to happen to me, my guardian demon would always protect me. So, please don’t worry.”

In contrary to the spiky treatment towards you, the girl was much more sweet towards the others, as sweet as the angels themselves. So, she got along well with everyone except you, especially with the brothers, who have become more amiable towards the humans due to your existence during the past year.

However, you trusted your demons. They were literally yours. You thought the bonds you had formed won’t be destroyed by anyone. And it was the biggest mistake of all.

…….

You walked along the narrow roads of the Devildom, with only the light from the full moon shining on your way.

“Hey! Honey, what are you doing alone at this time of the hour.”

“Yeah, aren’t you lonely? Why don’t you come together with us to have fun?”

You heard some men called out to you. And you hurried your steps. Your experience told you that nothing good will happen if you looked back.

Annoyed by being ignored, one of them shouted, “Hey! I am talking to you!” and yanked at your wrist roughly.

“Wait… You… You are human.” Immediately, the look in his eyes turned from wrath to predatory.

You sighed internally growing tired of the same old scenario. You would be minding your own business, then, out of nowhere some demon would appear and try to eat you. In your opinion, Devildom had so many better food (like Devil Zebra Bacon Sandwich, for example) to eat than the raw meat of a tired and depressed human. But the demons didn’t seems to think so since they always drooled at the sight of a human. However, since it happened repetitively, you knew how to deal with it without panicking.

“Spirits of earth, lead astray to those who wish harm upon me.” Suddenly a huge mist surrounded you, surprising the demons. You made good use of it by breaking free from his hold and running away at full speed.

This is one of the spells Solomon taught you where a huge amount of mist appear and make the others lose their way. You always use it in these situations since the incantation is short and effective.

When you thought you reached a safe distance, you paused to catch your breath. You are not a sports person but with these kinds of incidents happening, you knew you should exercise more. However, buried in the piles of homework from RAD and the shenanigans of the brothers, you could not find time for workout.

“You might be so full of yourself if you are taking a rest while me of all people is chasing down on you.”

Suddenly, a voice disturbed the silence of the night. And you felt dread coming up in your spine. It was the demons from earlier and this time they are in their full demon forms. And the demons surrounded you as quickly as they arrived, probably to avoid the previous scenario again.

“ Nice to meet you again, missy. You pulled a nice one back there. But we are sorry to inform you that unlike the lesser demons, those little magic trick doesn’t work on us, more so than ever since tonight is full moon,” the more aggressive one said from behind you.

As soon as you heard him speak, you started to summon one of the brothers since you knew you wouldn’t stand a chance against two higher demons.

“Hear me, denizens of darkness, you who are born of shadow and you who give birth to it. Hear me and do as I command! I, (y/n), call upon-”

A hand came up your mouth and cover it up, leaving your incantation incomplete.

“Like hell I will let you do it. From seeing you trying to summon a demon, I can tell you are the first girl, the one who is said to mellow out the brothers.”

“What?! The infamous one? Then are you sure it is ok to do this? Won’t the brothers kill us?”

“It’s okay. Cuz they grow bored of her already. If not, why do they let her be alone in this kind of place at this time? Moreover, don’t you want to see the master of the prideful Lucifer breaking apart under our thumbs?”

“ I can’t say I don’t want to. Girl, don’t make such a fuss. It’s not like we will kill you immediately like the lesser demons. If you can keep us entertaining that is.”

At their words, you became more scared and used every ounce of power in your muscles to get free, hitting and scratching the arm that was binding you. But he was much stronger than you and didn’t even budge a bit. If you knew this would happen you should have workout regardless of how busy you were.

Now, you are going to be killed.

You are going to be killed.

“I suggest you let go of her lest you want to turn into dust.”

A voice echoed through the night. You looked towards the source of the sound and saw Solomon walking your way. Seeing him, you felt relief washed over you. The Demon also let go of you and ran away with his friend, shouting “I will remember this, woman!” on his way.

“Even the parting words sound like a third rate villain from a cheap movie.” You said as you looked at their form.

“Why are you calmly saying something like that? You could have died, you know!” Solomon raised his voice unusually and you noticed his typical smile is absent from his face. He was really worried about you.

“It is unlike you to be such a worrywart, Solomon. I can do fine myself. It’s not like that kind of harassment is the first time. I am not the lost girl from when I first come here, thanks to Solomon-sensei’s magic lesson. I can chop them up myself if I wished so.” You said jokingly, trying hide the pain, the fear and all negative emotions in your heart.

“I am being serious, y/n! If I didn’t encounter you on my way back from Asmodeus, you would be dead! In the first place, what are you doing alone here? Where are the brothers?” He stopped for a moment then changed the topic. “ I will walk you back to House of Lamentation, ok?”

“ Yes!” You said as cheerfully as before.

But your thoughts were not nearly as cheerful as your words.

“Where are the brothers…,huh?” Judging from the way he suddenly changed the topics, he knew about the crack formed between you and the brothers due to the new exchange student. Well there was no way Solomon wouldn’t notice it when even those demons from before could guess it. You reheard what the demons said before. “They grow bored of her already.” Sometimes, words hurt precisely because they are true.

Lost in your thoughts, you knew that you arrived the House of Lamentation only when Solomon called out to you. You said goodbye and when you were about to go inside the house, he grabbed your hand. When you looked back, he said “ You can count on me if anything happens. If you want, you can even come stay at Purgatory Hall. Luke would be wagging his tail if you came.” He added a slight joke at the end, perhaps in order to make you feel less miserable.

“Thank you, Solomon. You are all I have left now.” Your voice was barely a whisper but you were sure he heard it because he gave a small smile to you.

…..

When you came into the house, you saw Satan talking to the new human in the living room.

“Welcome back, y/n,” he said. “Today, I went to the neko café that was newly opened near Hell’s Kitchen with Reira.”

“Eh…That’s where you had been. I could do well with a message if you were to miss our date, you know.” Even more so, considering that you had to wait for him in the RAD library for about 6 hours.”

“What? Is today Wednesday? Sorry, I forgot because I was too excited about the café.”

“Sorry? Because you forgot, I was almost killed... or it could have been worse than that,” was what you really wanted to say but all that came out of your mouth is “No, it’s okay.”

You didn’t want to come off as being hysterical just because he missed a date.

Moreover, the incident today wouldn’t have happened if you just gave up and came home the moment you first noticed he won’t be coming. But, your naivety thought that Satan was just late because of some unknown issues and wanted to trust that he will come to you. But you were wrong, like the many times all the brothers ditched you for the new exchange student.

……

“How could you do that to her? She was always so kind to everyone, so kind to you.”

“I didn’t do that, Asmodeus. Why won’t you trust me?”

“Because you smell of Leviathan. Ever since she has arrived, you have smelled like that! I am disappointed in you, y/n. I didn’t think you would stoop so low as to curse an innocent human.” Satan said while trying to contain his seething wrath.

“What… What do you mean?”

“Do you remember we are avatars of sins? We can smell or detect of the presence of those sins in humans’ mind.” Leviathan explained.

“But me being jealous doesn’t mean that I tried to kill her.”

“Then who did? She was poisoned by a curse only humans can perform. There are only three humans in devildom and Solomon has been in human realm even before the incident happened. Are you implying that she did that to herself? Why are you trying to keep denying a crime you clearly committed? Do you have no shame, human?”

Belphegor said with so much venom that it made you remember the day he tried to no actually killed you. If Beelzebub didn’t restrain him, you thought he would have tried to kill you again.

“But I really didn’t do that!!!” When you shouted that, you felt tears running down your cheeks. You were sure you looked so pathetic but you were so frustrated that you couldn’t care anymore.

“I was hurt to know you would exploit the trust we had in you, y/n.” said the older twin.

As one last attempt of tying to explain your innocence, you looked at the avatar of Greed pleadingly and said “Mammon? You will trust me, right?”

Of course he will, you thought to yourself. He is the first demon who treated you kindly, the first demon you become friends with, and the first demon you made a pact. Even if no one believes in you, you were sure he would-

“I am sorry, y/n. But I also think it would be better you confess quickly.”

The words that left Mammon destroyed your world. And you just gave up everything.

“I didn’t do that. But if you guys think that I did then punish me however you like. I am so tired of everything.” You said, quietly.

“So, you won’t confess until the end.” Exasperated, the eldest brother said. “ I am sorry to say this but we cannot keep you here in House of Lamentation now that we know you tried to hurt one of your housemates.”

“It is kinda irony considering you, who tried to killed me for numerous times, are saying that. Actually, one of you actually killed me, right? Well, it works well for me too since I would hate to see any of your faces again.” You said bitterly. “Okay, I will get out today. Don’t worry. Then, I will go pack my things.”

Despite your previous breakdown, you were surprisingly calm. Or at least you appeared to be. In your heart, all sorts of emotions are brewing a storm, hurt, betrayal, hated, anger, sadness, and many other. But you tried your best to contain them because you didn’t want to feel miserable anymore.

…….

You are really leaving this place. You thought longingly. There are both good things and bad things happened in this house but you cared about each and every one of those memories. But you guess they didn’t… j

You slapped both of your cheeks strongly to stop thinking those things or else you will start crying again. Then you heard someone knocking on the door and Mammon came in.

“Y/n, I am sorry back there… Do you have anywhere to go? Should I tell Lucifer to ask Diavolo to lend you a room at the Demon Lord’s Castle?”

“Stop… Mammon. Just don’t …. No matter what you say now, it won’t change the fact that you guys just kick me out. You guys told me that I let you down but actually it was you… all of you, who betrayed me.” You said everything as a matter of fact. “So, just… please leave me alone.”

……

RAD was a huge place but the news of the brothers were always a hot topic. So, when you went to school the next day, everyone already knew that you were kicked out of the house of Lamentation. You had to pretend not to hear the whisper and quiet laughter whenever you walked past the demons in the academy. However, what you couldn’t ignore is the increased level of different kinds of harassment now that the brothers officially abandoned you. It varies from a simple bully like trying to burn your textbook to the opposited fraction of the exchange program straight up trying to kill you.

Worried for you, Simeon tried to stick by your side whenever he could. If he was occupied with something, Luke would try to take his place. But it was not very effective since Luke is well… Luke. You had to worry more about him than yourself in those times. Since Solomon was busy most of the time, doing whatever, he often gave you numerous charms, instead of him, to protect you.

You really owed that branch a lot. If not for them, you wouldn’t even have a place to stay and probably die alone in the back alleys of the Devildom, cold and alone.

…..

“Y/n? Where are you going out by yourself?”

“Nowhere, Solomon... Just to the convenience store near RAD.”

“Did you take the protective charm I gave you the other day? No, wait. I will come with you.”

“Solomon… I am not a five-year old going out her first errand. I can take care of myself. And it is 10 in the morning. No matter how much they hate me, the demons are not that stupid to attack me in the broad daylight.”

“Except there is no daylight in Devildom.”

“But you are busy, aren’t you? I would hate to impose on you.”

“Don’t worry. I am doing this because I want to spend sometime with you. If you feel guilty, then you could come help me with the research after we come back.”

“If you say so…” you reluctantly agreed.

….

He remembered clearly about the day you showed up at the front door of the Purgatory hall. Both he and the angels were surprised to see you come unannounced. But one look at your face and they could tell what happened. So, he just held your trembling form tightly, without asking questions.

Ever since that day, you had been staying in the Purgatory hall. You seemed to taking everything well at a glance, but if one looked carefully, they could see that you had completely closed off your heart to everyone. You went to the tea parties at the Demon Lord’s Castle or went out together with him or the angels but it is clear to see that you are only doing so to be polite. You no longer said what was really on your mind nor neither did you try to understand others. You had put up a wall around your heart as a defense mechanism. He guess that is what happens if someone was betrayed by their closest confidents.

But if possible, he wanted to break down the walls you had carefully put up together. He would like to be the one and only man who was able to heal your heart which was broken and bleeding.

…....

You knocked on the door of Solomon’s room. “It is y/n. May I come in?”

“Yes. It’s alright.”

“Solomon, there is something I need your help with.”

He was surprised to hear that. Because you have stopped asking anyone anything for a long time.

At his silence, you continued, “I… The pacts… I would like to eradicate them. I have searched ways in books and they said that in terminating a pact or a contract needs the involvement of both parties. But I cannot... do that. So, I am wondering if you knew a way to end it by myself.”

“I do know a way. But I have to tell you something first. A pact is a from of bond and agreement between two entries. Forcefully cutting it off means the violation of the contract and, therefore, it is accompanied by immerse pain. The amount of the agony is directly proportional to the power of the other party, in your case, the other parties are the avatars of sins. So…”

“Will they have to go through the same?” you asked.

“They will feel it but only at the moment the pact is being torn apart approximately for 10 seconds. Since they are not the one who broke the contract, they don’t have to feel is much shorter and lesser than your pain.”

“So, the additional agony I had to go through is kind of like a penalty.”

“Yes.”

“Then it is OK, Solomon. If I am being honest, I would have like for them to suffer a little too. I would hate it if I were to disappear without even being noticed. And it would only be fair since they were the ones who put me through it in the first place.”

“Are you sure you want to do this? What you will have to go through would be traumatizing.”

“Yes. I just want to get those marks off my body. Will you help me?”

When you ask him like that, with a look full of determination but one which contains equal amount of melancholy , there is no way he could say no.

“Alright. Then I will tell you about the procedure. First,….”

The preparations took about a month. And today is finally the day of the ceremony. The Solomon from before he knew you would refuse to do this since he knew and wanted the power of the avatars. But now all he wanted to do is help you and fulfill all your wishes.

“Y/n, are you sure you want to do this?” he asked one last time as a confirmation.

“Yes,” he could not see your face while saying that because you hung your head low. But the voice he heard has no shadow of hesitation so he went on with the spell.

As soon as he started chanting, you let out an agonizing scream. He almost stopped his incantation but you sensed that and shouted “Keep going.” In his long life, this was his first time seeing the forceful termination of a pact by a human and it almost looked like exorcism in cheap horror movies. He looked away from your form because if he looked a second longer, he would no doubt stop chanting and run towards you to wipe away your tears.

……

Mammon lied in his bed, thinking about you and the days he spent together with you. He can’t get the image of you leaving the house out of his mind, weak and broken because of his brothers, because of him. Of course, he knew you wouldn’t do something like curse. But all the evidence were against you and he had no choice but to…. Well giving excuses now would not change the fact that he did nothing to help you.

He was so ridden by guilt that he didn’t even had the energy to go to the party with Reira and Asmodeus.

Then, suddenly, he felt a sharp pain inside his chest, the place where his heart would be if he were a human. Being a powerful being, no one dared to stand up against him and so, it has been a very long time he had felt a pain this intense. It feels an unknown force is ripping his non-existent heart off, tearing his body in two. But it only lasted for about a moment and then the pain stopped completely. Then he noticed, the lack of the binds that tied his entire being, the one last connection between you and him. In a panic, he checked the back of his palm, the place where his pact mark would be and it confirmed that his greatest fear had come true.

……

When Mammon got to Lucifer’s office, Leviathan and Satan were already there. And soon after, the twins came in. They didn’t uttered a single word until Asmodeus got back from the party and came running into the room. Reira tried to come in together with Asmodeus.

“What is going on guys? You are making a scary face,” she asked.

“The pacts… They… They are gone,” Leviathan said after a long silence.

“You mean your pacts with y/n-san?”

“Yes!” The girl trembled at Leviathan's uncharacteristic shout.

Noticing it, Satan said, “ I am sorry but could you please leave us alone for a moment?”

When it was just the seven of them, Beelzebub asked, “What should we do Lucifer?”

“I… I don’t know,” the eldest answered. He looked most shaken up among all of them. “It wasn’t supposed to go like this. I only wanted to fulfill Diavolo’s wish of making the exchange program a success. So, when I noticed the dislike y/n had for the new exchange student, I thought it would be best to give her some space and I only thought it would be temporary. But if I knew my decision was going to end like this, I wouldn't say that. It’s all my fault. Because of me-”

“Saying it now will not change anything, Lucifer.” Mammon cut in Lucifer’s rambling. “For now, we should go see y/n. She is likely to be at Purgatory Hall.”

“But I don’t think she will meet us. She even…” Belphegor stopped, like it was physically painful for him to say it out loud. “She broke the pact. I am sure she hate us now.”

“Whether y/n accepts us or not is her decision. It’s our duty to go and ask her why she did that.” Mammon replied looking mature for once.

“ Yes. I agree with Mammon. It is not like sitting here and worrying will change anything,” said Lucifer as he regained his composure.

“ If you say so,” Asmodeus said.

And soon after, the brothers decided to go and meet you at the Purgatory Hall.

……

There was a knock on the main door and Luke went and opened hurriedly, thinking it was Barbatos. So, imagine his surprise when he saw all seven of the brothers standing in front.

“Is y/n here?” asked the Pride.

The face of the brothers are even more tense than the night of the incident with Belphegor many months ago. So, Luke noticed immediately like the matter is quite serious and invited them in timidly.

They waited inside the living room and after a while someone came in. Simeon and Luke went out a second before seemingly giving them privacy. But the one who came in is not who they hoped to see.

“I thought we said we wanted to see y/n. Why are you here?” Satan said his wrath lacing his voice.

“ Yes. But she is too tired to see any of you. It is not like you don’t know what kind of ritual she had to go through today.” Solomon answered and effectively pointing out about the broken pacts. “If you have anything to say, I will relay to her tomorrow when she wakes up.”

“It is not something outsiders can interfere,” said the youngest.

“It is you guys who broke y/n down so much that she had to rely on an outsider like me.”

“Solomon!” Asmodeus shouted to his first master, “We are here to apologize her. Now that we have lost the pact, we finally realized we cannot live without her. No matter what she did, it was wrong for us to do something like kicking her out. That is why we want to mend our relationship and reform our pacts. There is no one for us than y/n.”

“No matter what she did? Are you still thinking y/n cursed the new human?”

“Did she not?”

“As y/n's mentor, I am most knowledgeable about her power. Although y/n has immerse magic, it is incompatible to the curse type incarnation. Thus, she cannot be the culprit. Knowing that, I have been investigating secretly and found out that the new student cursed herself and put the blame on y/n because she hated her. She also drunk a potion so that you won’t be able to detect her envy. Being so infatuated the girl, any of you didn’t notice it, did you?”

All of the brothers had nothing to say back to Solomon.

“She had done so much for you, going out of her way to solve your family’s long lasted problems and healed your traumas. And you paid it back by chasing her away!”

Solomon let all of his anger out without caring what the brothers could do to him. All that remained in his heart was just the hatred he held for the brothers for making you suffer. It is not like him to lose himself to such emotions. But after seeing everything you had to go through because of them, he could not remain calm.

“You human! You should watch what you say.” Suddenly, Lucifer jumped towards Solomon in his demon form and held him by his collar. “We have already told you that we have no want for an outsider. So, we want y/n.”

“Who is the outsider here? And Lucifer, are you sure you want to do this. Solomon is also one of your precious humans from the exchange program and if you hurt him, you would inconvenience Diavolo, wouldn’t you?” You said as you came in to the living room, supported by Simeon.

“Y/n, you should still be resting in bed.”

“It is ok, Solomon. I have recovered a little,” you said, smiling reassuringly to him. And you looked towards the brothers. “So, Lucifer, could you let go of him?”

You no longer held the role of his master but Lucifer still cannot bring himself to disobey you. So, he let go quickly.

After seeing that, you continued, “ I knew you would come and ask me about the pacts but to think you would come this fast.”

“Then can you tell us why you did that?” asked Beelzebub.

“Are you asking me that? You should know why, right? A pact represent the relationship between us and since our connection was broken, I thought it would be better to nullify the pact, too.”

“Our connection is not broken. We all thought that it was a small and temporary thing like Lucifer tying Mammon up to the ceiling,” Leviathan explained.

“Y/n,” Mammon reached out to hold your hand. “I am sorry. I am really sorry I am not able to understand your emotions.” But he stopped hearing you shouted a “Stop!”

“Please stop. It’s not like I hate you. I understand it would be bad for a incident a human faced to remain unsolved if you want the exchange program to be a success.”

“Then-”

“But it still didn’t changed the fact you abandoned me when you found another. And no one can grantees it won’t happen again. I love you too much so I am sure I will die if it were to happen again. But of course, we can still remain as friends. All that has changed is that I now stayed in Purgatory Hall and we no longer have a pact. But it’s absence is not that obvious since I don’t use it frequently in the first place. ” All brothers remained silent through your speech. You looked over at the brothers and gave a small smile.

“I understand,” Lucifer was the first to speak up.

“But Lucifer!” Asmodeus rejected but stopped when he saw the pain in his brother's face.

“If it is your decision, I will follow it,” the signature prideful look is no where to be found on Lucifer. “Just know that we will always be waiting for you should you change your mind and we will never EVER let you down again.”

“I will keep it in mind.”

After that, the brothers left the Purgatory Hall.

“I am sorry I decided without consulting to you first. But Simeon, Luke and Solomon, may I live here with you from now on, too?”

With a smile, Simeon answered “Of course, darling.”

“Then you should go rest now, y/n. Come. I will accompany you to your room.”

“Ok, Solomon.”

…..

When you reached your room, you spoke to him, “Thanks… for standing up to the brothers earlier. And thanks for getting angry for me.”

“It’s nothing. And for your knowledge, I am not getting angry for you. I just hate them because they hurt the girl I like.”

“Eh? What do you mean?”

“I meant what I said, y/n. I like you. It starts as a small interest since you managed to form pacts with the brothers one by one. But those don’t matter anymore. I like you, you and your everything. To be honest, I was a little happy when I first heard you argued with the brothers because they didn’t let me approach you before. Will you be willing to go out with a twisted mage like me?”

Solomon helped you when you were at your lowest. And he was willing to stay by your side, even though you don’t have the power of pacts anymore. You felt tears well up in your eyes from happiness.

“If you are willing to have me, I will be glad to become your girlfriend,” you said.

He hugged your form tightly like the night you left the House of Lamentation.

And finally, he smiled a genuine smile, glad that his plans went well. But you don’t have to know that it was him who gave the new exchange student the necessary potions and taught her how to curse herself. Actually he wasn't too eager about this plan but he had no choice. Like he told you, the brothers won't let him approach you if he didn’t go to such extreme measures.

Moreover, the fact that he pulled some strings doesn't matter much since the ending was a happily ever after with you.

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