DanteRabbit (Dante x White Rabbit) from Devil May Cry.
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[[MORE]]There was an attack in the room, then a fire. The fire was simply a natural byproduct of what happens when enough demonic blood hits the air. The silence that followed the fire was deafening. It was a miracle that the flames didn’t overtake the whole manor, but there were wards and other precautions that kept the fire contained and eventually it smothered itself out.
“You need to leave.” Vergil’s tone was even, with no emotional connection to the words; his back was facing the one he was speaking with. The window he faced had blown out, letting a breeze into the room. “I cannot have my focus split between obtaining power and protecting you.”
His bright blue coat cut through the dark shadows of the room. The lights, overhead from a ceiling fan, and lamps nearby had blown out, leaving the glass shards on the hardwood floor. The bottom of his coat had the blackened soot clinging to it, staining the blue darker, almost to mark Vergil in some way.
The second sentence was dragged out, almost growled. There was a low growl in his throat, an anger that sounded as if there was an unspoken threat.
The room reeked of smoke and blood; red and black singed the walls. The shelves had the glow of dying embers, which chilled the air around them. The furniture, two chairs, had burned away into nothing but the metal framing.
The books on the shelves were gone- but the paper remained, or at least some of the paper survived enough to lie scattered around the floor with singed edges and the ink burning off the page.
There was a body on the floor. It was pale with blond hair surrounding her head like a halo, but blood and soot covering her skin in blotches. Her dress, once Victorian in design, had holes burned through where the blood didn’t soak through. The hair covered her face.
The body wasn’t dead, going by the sounds of forced breathing. The girl had at one point been kneeling. The skirt of her dress was fanned out, covering her legs, but they were still folded under her. Her arms were wrapped around herself. She was slumped over, leaning on one side, bending her spine at a sharp angle, and burying one shoulder in the skirt of her dress. Half of her face was exposed to the air, and what was visible under the thick and burning blood was pale, blistering.
Impossibly blue eyes stared at Vergil. They glowed in the low lighting. Despite her pain, there was a smile on her face. It was bitter and venomous, exposing bloody teeth. Soft laughter gurgled through the blood in her throat. It filled the room, mocking Vergil, like she knew something that he didn’t.
“Sending me away winna stop it. He will dae the same ta ye. It winna juist be a wee piece he cuts where it cannae heal.” The laughter stopped just enough for her to force the words out. It sounded like a corpse had pulled the words from the void.
“In your state, can you fight hell once the gate is open, Alice?” Vergil stressed the final world, “and if you could, can you fight hell and the monster creating himself outside these walls?”
“Whit dae ye ken about ma state?” Alice spat out. “Ye dinnae see past the looming shadow o yer father.”
“Don’t talk to me about fathers when your creator just cut a part of your heart out.” Vergil snapped. “If you are not at full strength, I have no use for you.”
“Ah see whit yer daein; ye cannae hide fae me,” Alice promised. “Forcing the grief winnae lessen it.”
Vergil’s jaw clenched so hard the teeth creaked in protest. “I don’t want to see a trace of you before my business is done.”
“Of course, but ken that Arkham will dae his best ta drag ye down wi him.” Alice pressed again.
“I can handle Arkham. Concern yourself with your own matters.” Vergil stepped out of the room, dragging a trail of blood and soot behind him.
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I bought a new chain for Sparda’s amulet. Now it looks perfect, more similar to original one from DMC1. Unfortunately now it’s too heavy to wear it all the time so it rests between swords of Sparda twins.
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Also, may I present to all of you who never played it on a PS2: Devil May Cry 3! Hahaha it still works! 🥳
But I also noticed, having recently played the Enhanced Edition on my laptop, THIS version was ESPECIALLY difficult. Going through Normal difficulty is a P A I N, while on PC it’s a breeze.
I was so right to hate Vergil and how fucking hard he was to get through on this hahaha
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I burped right after saying hello. I’ve never been more humiliated in my life.
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Some super basic and summarized info on Scylla’s background & how they met Dante
Scylla had been living on their own for a good while now. Being a werewolf, they ran away from home after their first transformation, in which they ended up devouring one of their siblings. Mortified by their actions, they decide to flee (for context, their mother had a run in with a demon before their birth, which long story short, ended up with her baring the curse of her first child being a werewolf. The curse cannot be undone because they themselves ARE the curse)
As a werewolf, their hunger for flesh and blood never really leaves, but does become stronger when the full moon approaches. Animal meat can satiate their hunger during most of the month, but when the full moon approaches, that’s when humans become a craving. During the three days of an active full moon, Scylla’s instincts increasingly more difficult to manage. Basically your typical rampaging werewolf that feeds on humans from any folk tale.
So on how they met, this ranch owner on the outskirts of the city, near the woods had noticed his cattle had began disappearing. He tried various methods to keep what he thought were wild animals from entering, but he had no luck. He also notices that his more large animals would disappear as well; a feat impossible for a regular predator to pull off. This lead him to believe that demons were the culprits of these devouring incidents. So he calls Dante, asking if he could spend the night and get rid of the demon once and for all.
So as he arrives to the ranch, he doesn’t really sense any demonic energy, like, at all; which you know is strange because whenever a demon is nearby he can usually, if not always, sense their presence. As it gets darker, and the full moon is now up, a fully wolfed-out Scylla attempts to break in to the ranch owner’s home to devour him.
So these two end up lashing out. Scylla, fighting in attempts to eat the new person standing before them; and Dante is just looking to finish the job and get paid. Then, of course, he remembers that werewolves are still human (sorta). He decides to wound them instead of killing by shooting them in the stomach with a demonically charged bullet to slow down their healing (because werewolves can heal from normal bullet wounds, unless said bullet is made of silver, making the process much slower), Scylla is eventually knocked out and we have another dilemma (oh man): the authorities are exactly the merciful kind to werewolves as they normally execute them on the spot. Dante acts in a moment of impulsivity (as he tends to lmao) and brings them back to the shop with not much of a plan in mind, but all he knows is that it’s tough to survive in a world that wants you dead all the time, without giving you any sort of say in the matter.
Theres more i’m cooking in my brain, but my thoughts are still too scrambled
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Vestigia Amissa [DMC - Fanfic] Sneak Peak
I didn’t know how long I had been in Hell with Dante. The days were much the same. We took turns keeping watch, we fought, we fed on demon flesh, and then everything repeated itself anew. The only way to escape the monotony was to measure ourselves against one another in combat time and again—or to endure Dante’s taunts.
“I know, I know… I’m asking you for the thousandth time… Won’t you finally tell me who Nero’s mother is?” A question he asked truly often. Perhaps out of disbelief or fascination that I had once dared to love a woman in my youth.
I only smirked at him. By now, it wasn’t out of mockery, but amusement.
“A counter-question… You seemingly never had much luck with women. Why is that?” I jeered with a hint of arrogance, simply to silence him. It worked, too, and my younger brother gave me a frustrated look.
But then, it seemed he had found the courage to stand his ground verbally.
“Your son… has very little of your character. So I already know that this woman must’ve had a big mouth—and she must have been really in love with you, considering how attached he is to your future daughter-in-law,” he tried to throw me off balance.
Unimpressed, I reached for the collar of my vest and gave it a slight tug.
“If that’s what you believe,” I replied, just as I sensed something. My hand drifted toward the hilt of my Yamato.
Suddenly, a rift opened behind us. The subject of Nero’s mother was forgotten—at least for the moment.
“Look, Verg! Maybe we can finally get out of this cesspool!”
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I did the married ship drawing trend with some of my friends. :D (I drew miraculous ladybug, Emily from class of 09, and Dante from dmc3) (my friends drew Erik from phantom of the opera, bayonetta, and sylus from LADS)
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What I think Nero’s Scent would be * ੈ✩‧₊˚*
i dont have much to say about this man except for going off of vibes hihi. but uh duhh metallic and gunpowder because of his gun and the red queennn. lavender because since he lives with kyrie and nico theyd obvi probably share a washing machine, so that scent is from scented fabric softener!! i couldve thrown in blood scent like i did with vergil but it kinda slipped past me cuz i was so focused on the fact he lived fairly normally as a [75%] human so i was just throwing in what he would smell like at a normal day lolol 😭
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Holier Than Thou (Vergil x Fallen Angel! Reader) (Platonic! X Reader)
Before reading: Angst, hurt and comfort after, minor fight between characters, a little bit of blood
(First time writing angst it might be clunky and awkward 😭😭)
“You are one to talk, Vergil, you cannot be telling me I have a god complex when you’ve slaughtered so many people just to feel powerful!” You shouted, your wings flaring angrily in his direction, your feathers whooshing loudly. Vergil looked eerily calm as he always did, no matter how angry he was with you. He spoke with a heavily strained voice, his shoulders shaking subtly,
“Your ego is rather large, (Name), and maybe you don’t realize that yet, but if your head keeps growing maybe you’ll be able to store all of it somewhere,” Vergil tried to keep his tone controlled and leveled, because that’s who he was, stoic, disciplined, but when you were bringing up his past, it made it hard for him to stay relaxed, it hurt a lot, he just didn’t want to say it out loud.
“You know what, this is why no one has ever stuck with you, you constantly degrade, criticize, and disrespect people, all you care about is yourself, you put yourself on this pedestal above everyone else!” You shouted, your feathers fluffed up slightly, your breathing labored. You had about enough of Vergil’s attitude, his antics, every negative trait he had at this point. Vergil and you rarely argued, but today was different, you seemed angrier, more prone to big emotions, and ready to fight anyone, and Vergil had really just plucked your last nerve out of your body. He went silent, his breathing was labored too, oh, he was PISSED, you knew you had fucked up when he started breathing like that. He opened his mouth, his voice a lot louder than previously.
“Maybe this holier than thou attitude you have is the reason you fell, you’re stubborn, your self righteousness is always through the roof, and the way you view yourself is almost godlike, but you can’t do any wrong just because you were an angel. I think I’ve gotten a good idea here,” he said, his voice cracking occasionally as his tangent continued. Once he’d shut his mouth, you could only look at him. That hurt. Bad. You weren’t even sure how to respond, with words, physically. Your body rattled like a leaf in autumn, you were blinded by rage, you were sad, hurt, and you felt sick to your stomach, but rage dominated each of those feelings. You practically leaped on Vergil, punching him repeatedly.
“You asshole, I hate you, I hate you! Take it back right now!” You screamed at Vergil, getting a good punch to his face, his nose started bleeding, he didn’t seem to react too much, but he was still mad, he quickly maneuvered you onto your back so you couldn’t fly or hit him anymore, he was protecting not only himself, but you, you always got extremely impulsive when angry or upset. He watched you squirm and struggle angrily, your anger dissolving into huffing and puffing, your huffing and puffing turning into tears. Vergil still held you down, his eyes were still cold, but his lip twitched and his jaw clenched, that meant he was in deep thought. Your tears were more apparent now, you never thought Vergil would fight with you, your teary eyes darted up to his bloody nose, then to his clenched jaw, then to his hands. Maybe he was right, you were in the wrong, this wouldn’t have happened if you decided to bring up his past to really get under his skin in what started as a petty argument. Vergil gently released your wrists, sighing quietly, his eyebrows subtly furrowed. He quietly got off the top of you, sitting down on the floor next to you. The silence felt like hours. Through your tears, you looked over, he watched you, his expression unreadable again. That man’s face said everything and nothing constantly, he was very confusing, his face wanted to say something, but you could never tell WHAT he wanted to say. He sighed quietly when he realized you couldn’t tell he was sending you a nonverbal cue.
“(Name), I’m sorry. I don’t think you were cast from the heavens because of your ego or your personality, you hurt me, and I was scrambling to get you back. That was wrong, just because you hurt me, doesn’t mean I had the right to use such harsh words against you,” Vergil’s voice was now back to its calm, androgynous sound, his gloved hand wiping the blood from his nose. “You are my only friend, Dante maybe too, and it honestly takes a lot to see past all of the horrible things I’ve done in my lifetime. The last thing I want to do is drive you away.” Vergil said with a sudden surge of vulnerability in his voice, that was surprising, your head darted over, your wings perked up. You scooted closer, putting your hand on his shoulder. “Don’t even try to get sappy with me, allow me to express my feelings without being ridiculous about it,” a small smile curled on his face. You wiped your eyes, huffing quietly,
“You’re genuinely awkward, it’s endearing really.” You hesitantly wrapped your arms around him. He looked a little surprised at first, his jaw tensing again. He was tense in general. “Sorry, I can let go of you if you want—“
“No, no it’s fine (Name), it just..caught me off guard. I haven’t really been hugged in a long time.” Vergil admitted quietly. Your expression saddened again.
“You really didn’t have anyone?” You asked.
“I did not, I lived in solitude for years, being in Hell was not for the faint of heart,” he answered, his hand hesitantly coming to wrap around you. You didn’t say anything as to embarrass him or make him feel awkward.
“Well, you’re not alone anymore, I promise,” You answered with a small smile, looking at him closely, his blue eyes, his silver, slicked back hair, his subtle expression as if he finally had some peace for once.
“Thank you, (Name).”
“Anytime, Vergil.”
