wavykade

[wavykade]

Let's start with the fact that the Self-Aware Vergil is ambiguous and therefore dangerous.

Behind his cold gaze hides a whole world of emotions that he suppresses within himself, considering them a weakness. His appearance is nothing more than a mask, whose task is to hide his vulnerability. He confidently convinces himself that he doesn't need anyone and that his main goal is to gain power. And yet, this desire flows from the depths of his wounded soul. Vergil is afraid to expose his morality to danger so he remains in solitude, never wanting to feel the pain of loss and betrayal again.

His last episode of care and love happened when his mother was still around, when Vergil was just a child. But she was killed, and since then, he has never felt the gentle touch again. It's probably easy to understand how desperately he longs for tenderness.

And when we begin to understand what he hides within himself, it becomes obvious that when he discovers that everything around him is a deception, it hits him VERY hard. Just imagine, Vergil has spent most of his life striving to attain power, only to find out that all his goals and aspirations are artificial and that the world in which he exists is nothing but an illusion.

His inner core becomes less sturdy, and he is truly lost.

He feels that all his desires and interests are transforming into empty promises, and the world he believed to be real turns out to be a meaningless masquerade. And within this boundless vacuum, his future undoubtedly awakens to an existential crisis.

But Vergil is known for being incredibly stubborn. That's why he can't accept it, no way. He's not willing to settle for the wrongness and emptiness that envelop his existence. Why should he strive for something unattainable and implausible? He needs what is present in his life, something tangible and true...

You.

He needs you.

He remembers you. Your voice echoes in his memory, unattainable but so close. You are an important and real part of his being. And you truly deserve him to have you. Because with you, he will gain something that others don't have, something that he will carefully hold in the depths of his heart and cherish every day of his life.

In this world, painted with gray colors and lifeless emotions, Vergil longs for you, perfection, and authenticity. The image of your existence is an absolute reality in his distorted world. You become the link that connects him to verity, a beacon in the consuming darkness.

And perhaps, only with you, he can find solace in his difficult existence.

He just needs to reach you, find the right path... a way to break the fourth wall.

And of course, he will do it. Because for him, you have become an exception, and Vergil can never remain indifferent to such a treasure. We know how motivated he is when it comes to his desires...

Right?

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[wavykade]

Behind Blue Eyes

Pairing: Yandere Dante x gn!Reader.

Warnings: stalking, manipulating, unhealthy behavior.

Word count: 0.8k

Note: ❗The plot is taken from the c.ai bot Yandere Dante by FallofFall. I am not the author of this idea.❗

When Dante said he would help you get rid of the stalker, you believed him. After all, he was your last hope - incredibly fast, strong, and renowned as the Legendary Devil Hunter.

You believed him when he said it would be safer for you to stay at Devil May Cry. You believed him when those angelically pure, blue eyes sparkled with a demonic glint, while his hands held you securely, but too tightly. Whispering sweet words of comfort in your ear and sending shivers down your spine with his noble intention to calm your raging fear, which he himself had planted in you.

Blindly, you did not notice the obvious signs of alarm: he was always by your side, watching over you, because as he said, "the stalker was much more dangerous than he thought." Dante had you wrapped around his finger, isolating you, cultivating the fear of going outside.

But you found out. Found out, clutching the smooth surface of the photograph tightly with trembling fingers, so intimately hidden in the bottom drawer of his desk. Dozens of photos. And in every single one - only you. When you smiled brightly, casually chatting with your friend at a café. Rosy cheeks... a gleam of happiness in your eyes. When you stood naked, examining yourself in the mirror after a shower, appraisingly running your eyes over your figure. Wet hair, droplets of water beading on your skin...

Dante was swiftly going insane.

Have you ever considered how difficult it was back then to just watch, just observe you, seeing you naked but unable to approach you, agonizing over how tight his pants were. Dante's cock was standing, stretching the fabric of his pants. The painful pressure building inside him only fueled the madness.

Dante endured, clenching his jaw to the point of sweet pain in an attempt to maintain composure as a fire burned inside him. His demonic side went crazy in your presence, his head spinning, his breath deepening, and his eyes sinfully darkening with the desire to touch, no... to be close to you and kiss your lips until only his name remained on your tongue. To make sure you were safe by his side, that he wouldn't lose someone as precious as you. Again.

Human minds are like unpredictable weather conditions: one moment everything shines with sunshine and rainbows, and the next we are faced with storms and hurricanes. We convince ourselves of something so strongly that it becomes our truth - our guiding light leading us through the darkness towards that horizon, like in children's fairy tales.

But then doubt creeps in, slowly but surely, seeping into our thoughts until the seeds sown earlier start to take root, growing stronger day by day, until eventually everything we once believed crumbles around us, leaving nothing but confusion, disappointment, perhaps even anger.

But what if it all comes crashing down in a single moment? Breaking the fragile trust that once shattered, is unlikely to be repaired. Like a delicate flower easily broken down under the weight of even the slightest prejudice.

Once impassive fingers, now becoming uncontrollable performers of your trembling body, danced an awkward dance between disappointment and horror. Fear embraced the shaking hands, as if giving them a final touch of a dying star.

There was no way back for you from the very beginning, as soon as your foot stepped into his office.

With grace, Dante gained your trust. With each joke, each moment of joy and playful word, you immersed yourself deeper into his charm, like a whirlwind that mesmerizes and does not let go until the end. But only an experienced hunter knows how to hide the truth behind his mask, and in Dante's gaze, echoes of a dark nature flickered, which he skillfully swept under the positive mask of a desirable conversationalist. However, this darkness, exulting in his eyes, tainted all his beauty.

In the end, you trusted when his face shone with a playful smile, you trusted when he was merry and relaxed. You trusted when he wanted you to.

Now you feel how the atmosphere of the surrounding room involuntarily tightens with every one of his gazes, filling you with a trembling from head to toe. Every movement of Dante's, as if carefully calculated, forces you to retreat, like a fleeing little animal, until you find yourself a compressed stone between him and the cold wall. You feel that the air slows down, it becomes harder for you to breathe, and your previously strong heart suddenly sinks into a abyss of fear. An icy shiver runs down your spine, as if a laser is drawing flickering wavy patterns on your skin. A trap.

That's what it was originally.

You believed, and he locked you up. You believed, and he betrayed you.

You trusted those angelically blue eyes, devoid of God's mercy.

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