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louadorable126 · 4 years

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Demons(you).me - A Devil May Cry Cyberpunk AU

Click here to read chapter 3 over on Ao3! :D

Hello there!

This is a continuation of my Hanami Week Cyberpunk AU story into its own separate fan fic! :D

I’ve uploaded the first 2 chapters of my original Hanami Week collection, so people can catch up + A 3rd new chapter to enjoy!

I’ll also be including a sample of chapter 3. However, this will spoil some of the major plot points that have happened in the previous two chapters! So please bare this in mind!

Support is very much approached! <3

Anyway without further a do, please enjoy! :D

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Summary:

In a city controlled by the generally altered race of Demons, Lady's life as a mercenary on the lower floor was never easy. Especially when she ran into Dante. A demon on the hunt for his missing brother.

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Important information!

Fandom: Devil May Cry

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Realtionships: Dante x Lady, Vergil x Lady

Characters: Lady (Devil May Cry), Dante (Devil May Cry), Vergil (Devil May Cry) Morrison (Devil May Cry), Nell Goldstien (Devil May Cry) Eva (Devil May Cry), Sprada (He’s mentioned bless him), Mundus (Also Mentioned)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Cyberpunk, Genetic Engineering, Sci-fi Fantasy, Strip Clubs and Strippers, Dystopia, Seizures, Flirting, Eva and Sprada are alive! :D, Human Experimentation, Cults.

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Keep reading for Chapter 3 sample!

For a cityscape covered by a roof, rain certainly seemed like a strange phenomena.

During the installation of the upper floor hundreds of years ago. It soon became apparent that those on the lower floor were starting to grow restless at the loss of their skies. The loss of the sun. The loss of weather.

Tensions between the humans and their new overlords were already strained to begin with, during this not-so-consensual partnership. And soon riots began to break out. Demanding that some sort of nature be returned to them. A small ask, but one that was hard fought by humanity. Thus a system of artificial rain was created to satisfy this desire, to feel the droplets of rain on their skin once more.

Dante certain wasn’t thankful for this, however. He was utterly soaked!

Come on! There’s gotta be one around here somewhere! Dante whined internally. For once in his life, he regretted how scantily clad he was dressed, as rain lashed at his exposed torso. His crimson scarf doing little to prevent dampness leaking through.

He hurriedly sprinted down a series of backroads. On a quest to find a very particular device he was in the need of. Tilting his head left and right, as he scanned each and every area to no avail, at most finding a not-so-hidden drug deal taking place, or a youth testing out their artistic talent with a spray paint can and stencil.

It was only after he ran a few dozen blocks away from Lady’s apartment did he find what he was looking for.

Hidden away on a decent street corner, stood a phone booth. It wasn’t exactly in the best of condition, if Dante had to admit. Sections of its glass windows had been shattered. Peeling punk-rock stickers stuck on every inch of exposed rusted metal. Even the neon sign naming the box's purpose had half of its light not working. The simple word “phone” the only section now illuminated in Fluorescent blue.

But none of that mattered to the demon, as he quickly rushed over to the booth and stepped inside, carefully closing the door behind him. Letting a sigh of relief, as he heard the gentle patter of rainfall on the booth's tin roof. A vague protection from the elements.

“Alright, let's see if this baby’s working!” Dante muttered to himself; grinning confidently. Slipping his pale hand into the change dropper flap and pulling out a small, silver coin; minted with the face of their ‘beloved’ emperor plastered over it. Before inserting it back into the machine with a satisfying clink.

Tapping a series of numbers into the machine’s metallic keypad, Dante causally leaned back against the phone booth's thin, glass walls. Holding the cracked, black plastic phone to his ear, as the gentle jingle of ringing sounds echoing like a choir in song filled the demon’s ears. Patiently for the other to pick his call up on the other end.

“Hello?” Greeted a soft, feminine voice.

“Hey Eva. Its me-“

“Oh Dante you're alright!” Eva cried out loudly. Causing Dante to pullback from the phone in surprise. Before quickly returning it to his ear, when he heard Eva’s light, breathy voice continue; "I was so worried that something had happened to you! You should have called me sooner, you know?!”

“Yeah, sorry about that! Things, uh….got a little complicated.” Dante admitted, with a sheepish smile. Twirling the phone line's curled wire in between his fingers. “I found Vergil by the way. He’s doing ok.”

“That’s good to hear!” Eva rejoiced. "Does that mean you boys will be coming home soon? I’ll start dinner if that’s the case-“

“Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, Eva. But there’s some stuff me and Verge need to sort out here on the lower floor.” Dante explained in a low, gentle voice. Feeling bad for dashing his mother’s high hopes. “Think it's gonna be a while before we come back up topside."

“Oh.” Eva said simply. “Well that’s ok! You boys are at an age where you can fend for yourselves! I mean….I shouldn’t even be involving myself in such matters! But…if you could-“

“What is it Eva?” Dante asked softly. God! Why hadn’t he noticed how motherly she had sounded all these years?

“Can you come home when your father arrives back from Vigrid?” She requested. Her voice uncertain, yet interweaved with hints of eagerness. "I’m sure he’d love to see you!"

Dante nodded earnestly, regardless if his matriarch couldn’t see it. “Of course, Eva. We’ll do that, I promise!”

“Thank you, Dante.” Eva cooed in a pleased voice. Surprisingly clear despite the call's distorting static. “I know you probably have business to take care of. So I won’t keep you any longer!”

Wait-

Dante opened his mouth to speak. A desperate longing to keep this conversation going overwhelming him, as a surge of pent up emotions swelled within his gut. Driving him to admit the truth in his heart.

He wanted to tell Eva that he knew she was his mother. That he didn’t feel any sort of hatred towards her for her actions. That he felt incredibly sorry that she had to watch them grow up, without being able to show the slightest bit of motherly affection. Always having to remain so professional and stoic. That he had treated her as simply a nanny, when deep down, he had always known there were stronger, bolder, richer feelings there-

But he knew he couldn’t say any of this. These were forbidden words. Ones that demonic authorities would quickly pick up on, as an un-encrypted call going to the upper floor.

And if it weren’t the demonic military that would deal a swift end to him, if he said any of this. It sure as hell would be his elder brother, once sleeping beauty had awoken from his slumber!

“Sure. See ya soon, Eva.” Dante uttered in a strained voice.

“Goodbye Dante.” His mother said sweetly, before putting down the phone.

The demon put his phone back on its shoddy metal stand, with a clank. Sighing deeply, he dropped his head down and leaned his forehead against the cool, glass pane across from him; several locks of long snowy hair flopping out from under his damp, red hood. A swirl of complex emotions overwhelming him. Leaving him unable to move, as he desperately tried to process them.

We’ve got some work to do. Haven’t we Verge?

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