#oc: qliphoth

[post-punk-revival]

ArtFight's such a good excuse to dig up old designs from 5 or more years ago and give them new life

d. Do you think art improvement is rea l

[lefossile]

🛡️"Extraterrestrial Satellite Communication" Taylor

 🛡️ "Are you set ill at ease by my appearance? It's okay, I get that a lot, but that's the job. I think my business card will dispel all doubts… Ah? Did I lose my ID again..."

IPC's field security manager. Resourceful and cheerful, she travels the universe for the benefit of the corporation, or at least that's her job description. 

Although she is constantly poached by the motivation department, traveling and making friends against her better judgment is her favorite part of the job. However, she often gets into trouble, and one can’t do so without a positive view of the world...and some special skills.

You cross paths with a devout Wallbuilder brigade from Servia. They are pushing mine carts while building a high wall for the planet. A girl catches your eye. The color of the gravel behind her reflects on her chestnut hair. She is holding a heap of gleaming minerals with wood and gold mixed inside. You briefly catch sight of her eyes, which pours with sparkle like they house galaxies. She speaks to you from a distance, "Qlipoth is gazing at us with a warm look. You can pick whatever you like from the excess materials."

[random111sposts]

Can humans eat demon meat in Devil May Cry?

Specifically if it were cooked in a very specific way or if some chemicals were added in it?

Am asking cuz I have an OC who is an inventor (Specifically an inventor that has been trapped in the demon realm for so long that she had to study demons and their weaknesses for years in order to survive)

She ends up thinking "Oh, Dante and Vergil wanna solve the Qliphoth problem and kill all the Qliphoth. And humans have been going hungry"

So she decided to make a machine that's basically a slicer/shredder but specifically for demons so the blades are strong enough to kill them, puts it in the demon realm specifically blocking the human realm portal thing

So the demons get tempted to try to go to the human realms so they run towards the shredder and end up getting shredded

Then the meat goes into the human realm and OC processes the meat in a way to make it edible for humans and gives meat to the hungry

So hitting two birds with one stone

Humans don't have to starve and the demons are taken cared of

[allylip]

commission for @/qliphoth on twitter!! oc belongs to them!

[ceyahdev]

Nehemoth

[nathaliawoa]

Angels Do Exist | Devil May Cry AU (masterlist)

The existence and information of angels are limited. Where they are and why they left humanity to demons are up to speculations and rumors, making many believe that they no longer exist or are merely myths.  It is commonly believed that angels were first, then demons, and then humans. In the beginning, they co-existed but were at war with each other until the Angel race disappeared. Whether they were hunted down, fell out of grace, or retreated back to Heaven and severed their connection, their disappearance left humanity to fend for their own. That is, not until a sole angel, Eserio, made his appearance on Earth many eons later. The agenda and motivation surrounding his life is shrouded in mystery, but one thing is for sure, he procreated. Celina is Eserio’s daughter, but she never knew her late father was an angel until she crossed paths with Dante.

AO3 version

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Art and Character Profile

A collection of artwork, fanart, and profile for original characters featured in the Angels Do Exists AU in the Devil May Cry series.

Celina Walter (Character Profile)

Celina and Dante (Art #1)

Celina (Art #1)

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The Angel and Devil

One-shot collections featuring The Legendary Devil Hunter, Dante, and The Sole Nephilim, Celina. Celina is an original character with her own personality and backstory but feel free to read it as a reader-insert. Chapters are not in a specific order, and some will contain smut that will be labeled as such.

Chapter 1: Late Night Gratitude

Chapter 2: Nose on the Devil

Chapter 3: Everlasting Love Bites (slight smut)

Chapter 4: A Squeaky Situation (smut)

Chapter 5: Midnight Reassurance (smut)

Chapter 6: Secret Admirer

Chapter 7: Morning Catch

Chapter 8: Sweet Nectar (smut)

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Heaven and Hell

A collection of quick glimpses of the shenanigans in Celina and Dante’s lives. A perfect balance between heaven and hell.

(AO3 only)

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The Deal

Nero has to keep watch of Celina for the rest of her pregnancy, but he’s worried about his job of cleaning up Dante and Vergil’s mess after the Qliphoth’s incident. Jane offers to take his place, but there is a catch: she has to work with Nico, an inventor intrigued by her prosthetic limbs. Traumatized by her dark past, Jane does not want anyone to tinker with her body. No matter what. (OC and Nico-centric story)

Chapter 1: Anticipation

[cassian7400]

RAGE OF THE FALLEN: A DEVIL HUNTER STORY - CHAPTER 3: SUGAR, SMOKE & THE ENTERTAINER (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1538187968-rage-of-the-fallen-a-devil-hunter-story-chapter-3?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=TheDevilHunterDante Canon meets OC, seamlessly woven into the heart of Devil May Cry lore. A love letter to the original, crafted with deep respect for the legacy and spirit of the game. Same snark. Same fire. New challenges. New stakes. A new kind of fight for what's worth saving, told in cinematic prose that pulls you into the chaos, the heartbreak and the hope. Part I: REVERIE & FURY Set one year after the events of Devil May Cry 5, the world above believes peace has returned. But beneath the surface, darker threads are unraveling. After choosing to stay in the underworld, Dante and Vergil relentlessly tore through demonic resistance, holding back what remains of the Qliphoth's corruption. But when an unexpected force lures Dante back to the human realm, everything has changed. Lady is gone-vanished without a trace. Presumed dead. Eight months lost. No answers. But Dante can't shake the feeling she's still out there, somewhere. His search soon uncovers something far worse: a forgotten force older than the demons in the underworld itself-its rage patient, its true purpose reveals a more sinister endgame that threatens to unravel everything that holds the worlds together. Dante must cross into an unknown realm where his demonic powers are silenced. Stripped down to grit, resilience, and the fire that's always burned inside him, he'll battle through trials that push him beyond his limits.

[grymnoire]

Ship of Theseus

Post DMC5, OC/Vergil and implied past OC/V. 624 words. Work in progress. Inspiration struck and I wrote out the start of a fic going over the period of time between the brothers returning from hell and settling back into a sense of normalcy, and what that means for the relationship between newest employee Arcade Rockwell and the man formerly known to him as V.

“The ship wherein Theseus and the youth of Athens returned from Crete had thirty oars, and was preserved by the Athenians down even to the time of Demetrius Phalereus, for they took away the old planks as they decayed, putting in new and stronger timber in their places, in so much that this ship became a standing example among the philosophers, for the logical question of things that grow; one side holding that the ship remained the same, and the other contending that it was not the same.” — Plutarch, Theseus

Two months, three weeks, and five days.

It had been two months, three weeks, and five days since Dante and Vergil returned from Hell after severing the portal to the demon world and arrived unceremoniously on the doorstep of Devil May Cry. Longer still had been the wait between them leaving and reappearing, which had taken six months, three weeks, and eighteen days. In their absence, Arcade had been assisting Morrison in day-to-day affairs within the office alongside Trish and Lady, as well as mailing correspondence to the branch back in Fortuna as well as his parents, who had been worried sick.

It was right before the holidays when the two brothers made their unexpected return. An invitation had been extended to Nero, Nico, and Kyrie to attend a dinner party at the main branch’s office as a family. Kyrie was in the middle of shooing Nico out of the kitchen for smoking cigarettes in close proximity to the food when a knock at the door caught everyone’s attention, and in stumbled the two twin sons of Sparda, looking completely disheveled, covered in demon blood and god knows what else, and in desperate need of showers.

Dante had settled back in easily enough- Devil May Cry was his home, after all, and business resumed as usual, even if the withering of the Qliphoth tree meant marginally less demons had been tormenting Red Grave City- Which ordinarily would have been a good thing, but it meant less jobs for the devil hunters who relied on carnage to keep the lights on.

The upper floor of the office had been converted into guest bedrooms several months ago when Arcade was first hired on as a repairman and then an official devil hunter and requested use of the space. There were two rooms on that floor, one being his, and the other being currently occupied by Vergil.

In the rare moments Arcade was able to peer into the second bedroom, he noted how it remained eerily devoid of any personal belongings, consisting of only a bed, a wardrobe, and a nightstand, on which was placed the collection of poetry bound into a book that Vergil had requested back from Nero and had been holding onto ever since. If it wasn’t for that one item, it looked like nobody even lived in that room.

For those two months, three weeks, and five days, Arcade had been struggling to approach Vergil. In his mind, he was constantly trying to rationalize why this man was seemingly so different from V, the person he had known prior and fell in love with. It felt as if Vergil was an entirely new person and V had been replaced completely- But he knew that couldn’t be true. Hell, he saw firsthand V reunite his dying body with Urizen after carrying the man to the deepest depths of the Qliphoth tree with Nero, he saw V become Vergil.

But if this was fundamentally the same person, why did he feel like a stranger had taken up residence in the room next door? Who was this man he let into his heart, and when did he plan on asking if he still felt the same?

[dark-tigress]

Sooooo, it's been a while. + First Chapter of current wip

Sorry for disappearing like that, just been mostly busy with work (especially now with summer, the joys of working on pools for a living)

Anyway, I've been fighting through my artist and writers block, and the video game series that's been helping me is Devil May Cry.

I've grown up on the franchise and I love it to bits and pieces, to the point I made a couple of ocs... and technically an AU, where the lady in red is still alive and raises Nero, my oc is the lady in red. And to have her understand the sibling rivalry she's also going to have an older brother.

I've only managed to write the first 4 and a half chapters, but they still need to be reworked cause the grammar and spelling are horrible, just figuring out all the details atm.

But I think the first chapter is pretty good, at least to give you all a sneak peek of the story I'm cooking up, lol.

Consider it an apology gift too, lol

Enjoy!

P.s. If you find any spelling mistakes or grammar errors that I've missed (kindly) let me know! Thank you!

Chapter 1: Road-Trip

“This is gonna be a long drive.” -Nero

It’s been five years since Dante and Vergil went down to hell to cut down the Qliphoth along with sealing the portal the tree had made.

The twins easily finished the two tasks in a matter of hours, but were unfortunately trapped in hell until they find a gateway to cut a path through with the Yamato.

Which gave them plenty of time to sort out the years of trauma and bloodshed that divided them, mostly through fighting rather than actual talking.

After the two had yet another fight, both with each other and a group of prideful demons. Which ended in the two making a challenge of who killed more, in the end Dante won and scored a point, making the two even; much to Vergil’s annoyance.

Thankfully, they had put a pause in their rivalry to cross the hellscape in search of a gateway, the Yamato able to sense these weak points and communicate that to the elder twin.

“Ya know Vergil, I think I finally figured out your problem.” Dante calls out, mischief dancing on his tongue.

A soft annoyed growl escaped his brother, who was debating on replying, in the end he does.

“What might that be?” Glancing to his right where the younger, by ten minutes, of the two stood.

“You, dear brother, need to get— “before Dante could finish his sentence, the blade of the Yamato was at his throat, Vergil’s eyes baring into him with frustration and anger.

“I suggest you shut your mouth before I remove your tongue,” he threatened, while Dante’s hands went up in mock surrender, a cheeky grin on his face.

The other turned back forward, sheathing the Yamato once more while letting out a huff of annoyance from his brother’s crudeness.

Nonetheless, the two continued on.

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Meanwhile, Nero sat at Dante’s desk, with his feet propped up.

While waiting for Lady and Trish to come back from a job, he pours over the poetry book Vergil had tossed to him, the same book Nero would see his human half, V, read.

As his eyes glossed over the words of Willam Blake, he started to think over his time partnering together with V and his familiars, how he started to care for the poet, the two almost forming somewhat of a friendship, which makes the young man wonder if Vergil remembers his time as V.

His thoughts then shift to his mother, who look at the old worn book with sadness and confirmed that Vergil was his father, how the man fell to hell on a mission with the old order when he was around three years old.

Along with her and Dante agreeing that she would be the one to tell him, until he started pressing Dante while climbing the Qliphoth.

His thoughts made him let out an annoyed huff.

Obviously, those thoughts didn’t matter now, V was back in Vergil, his mom has always been willing to talk to him about his father, and the two brothers were stuck in hell for however long.

And seeing that it’s already been five years, the young man doesn’t think they’ll be back anytime soon.

He lets out a sigh and shuts the book, his mom urging for him to keep and read it, just as he tosses it on the desk, both Trish and Lady throw open the doors of Devil May Cry.

“Hey, Nero. Hopefully we didn’t keep you waiting for too long,” Lady speaks first, while Trish hops onto the desk which made Nero move his feet.

“Nah, me and Nico haven’t been here long, maybe thirty minutes, tops. So, what’s up? It sounded like it was urgent over the phone,” he responds, as he grabs the book and tucks it back into one of his inner coat pockets.

Trish leans back on her hands, and turns her head to look at the man, “We may have found a gateway where we can drag both brothers out kicking and screaming and put them to work up here.” A flare of amusement around her, flashing a cheeky grin.

In turn Nero gave one of his own smirks, as he nods, and turns towards the kitchen, bouncing up from his chair.

“Hey Nico! Pack it up, it’s time to get those assholes outta hell!”

“I heard! I’m gatherin’ my tools now! Don’t get yer panties in a bunch!” Her southern accent echoing out, her brashness making him roll his eyes.

With that the four gather into the Devil May Cry van, Nico driving like usual. While, Nero sat in the back with Trish and Lady, the former giving the spunky driver the where abouts of the gateway, which was in El Dorado, Kansas.

“A damn twenty-hour drive?!” Her eyebrows shot up. “I hope ya’ll are ready, it’s gonna be a long one,” Nico calls out, excitement evident in her voice, while Nero shakes his head with a grin, then looks over to Trish.

“So, Trish. Does this gateway look like the ones from Fortuna? The ones Dante destroyed a few years back?” Nero questions, trying to brace himself for the long drive ahead.

“No, it’s just a weak point that appears in the spells and seals that Sparda put between Hell and Earth. It’ll probably be marked by dead plants, a dead tree, or if we’re really lucky it would have opened in a graveyard.” She replied a hint of amusement in her voice, flipping a page in her book, more invested in the pages than the conversation.

“Right. Well, this is gonna be a long drive,” Nero grumbles to himself, taking the hint to leave her to her reading.

While suppressing a yawn, he crosses his arms and tilts his head to rest on the back of the couch and closes his eyes, taking a small nap.

A few hours later, Nero’s phone started to ring in his back pocket, waking him up.

He pulls it from his pocket to see his mother calling.

“Ah, shit,” He whispered, knowing that she was pissed that he didn’t tell her where he was going.

Again.

He slides his thumb across the screen and puts the phone up to his ear, “Hey, Ma. How’s it going?”

“You know exactly ‘how’s it’s going’ young man, where the hell are you? You told me you were going over to Redgrave to meet with Trish and lady, possibly do a few jobs then you would be back no later than a couple days, it’s been four, with no call. So, I’m gonna ask again, where the hell are you?” Her voice dripping in anger and frustration, as he cringed at her tone, he knew he was in deep shit.

“I’m sorry Ma, I was tired from not sleeping well last night. I forgot to call ya and let you know that Trish and Lady may have found a gateway, see if we can bust Dante and Vergil out of hell.” He explained, as he heard his mother take a sharp inhale at the mention of his father.

“So, it’ll probably take us a few more days, at most a couple weeks to get back.”

She took a deep breath, “Okay, just be careful, I worry about you, you know.” She said, making Nero smile while rolling his shoulder in embarrassment from her concern.

“I know, and can you let Kyrie and the kids know me and Nico are safe? We’ll just be gone for a bit longer than planned.”

As he mentioned the woman, the one he considered a sister, she waved from the driver seat while also dumping the ashes from her cigarette into the ashtray next to her.

“And Nico says hi.” As he caught her wave, and rolled his eyes at her bad habit.

His mother lets out a small laugh, “Tell her I said hi back and I’ll talk to Kyrie. But be careful, okay?”

“I will, love ya.”

“I love you too kiddo. And you and Nico better watch each other’s back.”

With that Nero hangs up, feeling a tad bit better after talking to his mother.

he looked up to see Lady asleep against Trish, who gave him a small nod with a smile and went back to her book.

Nero got up and stretched a bit, his lower back making a satisfying pop, and went up front to sit shotgun, his usual spot.

It was dark out, he figured he slept for a good few hours, he then rolled down his window letting the wind hit him, his eyes swirled with emotions he couldn’t place.

He came back from his daze, as they passed a sign saying they were on interstate 78, he figured they were probably somewhere in Pennsylvania by now.

“So, what’d she have to say to ya?” Nico questioned, amusement coating her voice, as she snuffed out the last of her cigarette.

“Nothing much, just to let me know that everyone was worried about us, she says hi by the way, and for us to be careful.” He replied, as Nico smiled at the older woman’s care and concern.

“Ya know, I’m curious about what Mrs. Barlowe is gonna do when you come back with your old man.” She voiced out, keeping her eyes on the highway, thankfully there weren’t many cars out this late at night.

“I honestly don’t know, Mom always wanted to talk about him with me, but I never wanted to hear any of it, I always thought he just ditched us. But coming back after the Qliphoth, I had to ask. Some of what she said still blows me away.” He lets out a deep sigh.  “I just hope he doesn’t make anything worse.” As he finished his brow draws together in both worry and concern.

While he talked, he pulled out the poetry book and stared at the cover, the large ‘V’ somehow looked imposing.

Nico glanced at him then turned back to the road, after a few moments past of Nero moping and brooding, she lets out a sigh.

“Well, as you know. I ain’t never knew my daddy either, and I never wanted ta. But from the little Mrs. Barlowe and Mr. Lowell has said about yours, I gathered he didn’t have much of a choice of disappearin’ on both of ya, know what I’m sayin’?” She said, while lighting another cigarette and taking a long drag from it, then blew out the smoke.

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Whatchu mean ‘I guess’ I just gave ya this heartfelt speech and you fuckin’ blow me off? Asshole.” She retorted, as she gives him a half-hearted glare, taking another drag from her cigarette, then dumped the ashes in her cupholder ashtray.

His eyes widened while his hands came up in surrender, “I didn’t mean that Nico, you know that. It’s just—” She cuts him off.

“Complicated?” Her eyebrows raised while giving him a knowing look, then looked back to the road. “I heard that’s what they call ‘family drama.’”

Nero looked back out his window with a heavy sigh, knowing she was right, but he was still nervous on what the future held.

A truck stop catches his attention, he turns to the gunsmith, “Hey, stop over there, I’m sure you need gas by now. Plus, I’m hungry.”

“Yeah, yeah, I hear ya.” She flips the blinker on the van and pulls into the rest stop.

[hey-its-dib]

HI so along with trying to post my art on Tumblr im also going to be posting short stories/drabbles/oneshots i make !! They're gonna be for a bunch of different things, OCS, fandoms im in, etc.

Summary: This drabble takes place during DMC5 mission 5. It's a month after Kory, Dante, Lady and Trish went to fight the demon king and lost. Urizen, with the fallen Lady, Kory and Trish, use their bodies as vessels for demons to hopefully slow down the remainder of Devil May Cry's last lines of defense, Nero and V. After V hears word about the Devil Sword Sparda and defeats Elder Geryon Knight, he runs into a familiar face...

Small warning i wrote this a little bit ago and my writing isn't all that good as well as my grammar (im trying to get better i promise) but please enjoy !

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The battle with The Elder Geryon was tedious for V and his familiars. Dealing with a demon that could control time and teleport made fighting difficult. It completely drained V's energy, but he couldn't give up just yet. He needed to search for the Devil Sword Sparda. It could've been their only hope of defeating Urizen.

Before V made his way to search for the sword, he went to pick up one of Geryon's claws, thinking it could be useful to Nico. But as he picked it up, he noticed something -- or someone -- underneath the remains of Geryon's corpse.

V raised an eyebrow and got down on his knees, taking a closer look at the sight. "Hm..how curious." He muttered to himself.

"Hey, whatcha got there, V?" Griffon asked, flying over V, trying to figure out what he was looking at.

As the rest of Geryon's corpse faded away, V discovered who it was -- Kory.

V very briefly met Kory while taking Dante and the girls to the Qliphoth to defeat Urizen. Kory didn't speak to him, but he could tell that he didn't trust him. 

"Ah, it's Dante's little boything." Griffon commented, a little jab and Kory and Dante's relationship as he perched himself on V's shoulder.

"The vampiric devil." V added.

Kory let out a small groan and slowly opened his eyes. He looked around, confused on where he was. His body was still a bit sore from being beaten by Urizen, but it was manageable. He was naked, covered in slime from being trapped in Geryon's body in a comatose state. Kory propped himself up by his elbows and continued looking around. Only when his eyes met V's did he finally react.

"What the- what the fuck?!" Kory yelled, sitting himself up.

"Oh, c'mon. Cover yourself up, would ya?!" Griffon spat, covering his face with his wings.

Kory looked down at himself, realizing his lack of clothes and cringed slightly. He summoned his clothes with what little energy he had to use his demonic power and focussed his attention back to V. "Where's Dante?" He asked.

"I'm not sure. He might still be in the Qliphoth." V answered, using his cane to stand up and pulling out his book.

Kory fell quiet for a moment, thinking about the battle he, Dante, Lady and Trish had with Urizen. He was a demon unlike they had never fought before. And Dante had fought Mundas. Kory remembered how easily the four of them were defeated. The last thing Kory remembered was Dante jumping in to fight Urizen before he passed out. Kory felt a pang of worry throughout his body. He and Dante had been together for a while, this everyone knew. What they didn't know was that the two had gotten married the year prior. Kory never showed it much, but he cared for Dante deeply. The thought of something bad happening to him sent a wave of worry throughout his body.

Kory glared at V for a moment before speaking once more. "What the hell is up with that demon, V?" Kory asked, his tone almost demanding. "What's he after?"

V remained silent for a moment, continuing to look down at his book. "Urizen wishes to gain power..become king of the underworld." He answered, not looking away from his book. "He will stop at nothing to get what he desires."

Kory sat there in confusion. He had never heard of a demon named Urizen before. Even during his years of being in the cult, he never once heard anyone mention a demon by that name. Even Trish, someone who was from the underworld, never mentioned a demon of that name. Why is it now that all of a sudden a guy like V shows up with a job for Dante, talking about a powerful demon by the name of Urizen being resurrected? It didn't make any sense. In fact, it only made Kory's suspicion of V grow.

After a while, V closed his book and put it away. "I must get going."

Kory scoffed and slowly got up with a grunt. "Where are you going, huh?" Kory asked, crossing his arms.

"I must search for the Devil Sword Sparda. It and the boy may be our only hope of defeating Urizen." V answered as he started walking off.

"You should get goin', edgelord. Go on, go find Nero and his little pal, we got this from here!" Griffon teased.

Kory grabbed Griffon by the neck, causing Griffon to choke as Kory brought him closer to his face. "You better keep that beak of yours shut because I am this close to using those feathers of yours to decorate some hats before frying you up for dinner." He threatened before throwing him back towards V.

Griffon squawked as Kory released him and chuckled slightly. "Man, oh man, someone's not a morning person." He teased before flying back to V's side.

Kory hissed slightly as V walked away. He didn't trust him. There was something he wasn't telling Kory, or anyone for that matter.

"Weirdo." Kory muttered to himself before he started making his way through town to find Nero.

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uaaaa thanks for readinggg i know it's not much but i prefer writing in small drabbles because it's easier for me

[marune2]

Black clover mafia Au

Solara Equinox is @thoughtfullyrainynightmare oc

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Solara whas going to meet a member of the qliphoth Family but she whas surprise to see doctor Faust he is well known to take care of all the family‘s even her family they speak highly oder him Heinrich Faust is known to be neutral and be the husband of Lucifugus wo is a hight animal in he’s family

Heinrich smile at her“hello my lady you must be Frau equinox if I’m right I’m Heinrich Faust pleasure to meet you“say he and sitting on a table and gesture to a chair solara go and sitting down

Heinrich give her something to drink he give her a signal on how he give her a drink this he like’s her

Heinrich smile political „sorry Frau Equinox my husband not here Family business happen so I’m here so you want to talk over one of ur family zagred I assume he did attack you if I’m right

Solara nodding „yes we hope not to starting a war it’s will not be good for us“say she and she looking what Faust is doing

Heinrich smile more but more as a poker face „well I let you know he whas thrown out of ur Family a year ago he is not Family anymore so you can do as you pleasure whit him and no we are not out for war right now plus I can’t Garantie what Lucifero will do he Have anger issues so we don’t will talk openly about this you family is safe

Solara smile „good Dr Faust it’s good to hear my family will be happy to hear it we will don’t openly abaut this

Heinrich nodding „well then we are done Frau Equinox I need to go too work now it’s pleasant talk to you say hello to you Father from my“say he and standing up and go

Solara looking after him it’s whas more easygoing as she touches its would be Dr Heinrich Faust is interesting and a open talker but in the same time not he know exactly what he do

[prophetparadox]

DMC OC Week 2023 Day 3: Past and Future

(I have no image for this one, so sorry)

As fun as talking about one of his AUs would be, I thought it might work better to go over Avalon's past for this @dmc-oc-week-specialedition entry! I couldn't go too deep into his future sadly, because I haven't figured that out entirely aside from one particular detail. Regardless, hope you enjoy this little look into the bastard.

Past: Avalon was once a quiet, introverted young man living in Red Grave City. He had no knowledge of demons, and lived a decent life. That is, until Mundus’ forces attacked the city. His parents were killed during this attack, with Avalon witnessing their deaths and obtaining his scar in the process. The seventeen year-old was one of the few survivors, but his account of demons being responsible was brushed off as being ridiculous and the imaginings of a traumatized teenager. He knew the truth though, and he held onto that even when the rest of the world denied it. Eleven years later, he obtained word of the Temen ni Gru rising and learned that demons had once again attacked humanity. And just like when he was a teenager, he was brushed off. But this time would be different. Now he was a man and could do something about it. He wasn’t going to let demons have their way with humanity and let the incidents be covered up any longer. So he did the most rational thing and started a cult.

The Saviors of Dawn existed to remove the threat of demons from humanity permanently, their numbers filled with those who despised demons or those who were swayed by Avalon’s words and charisma. They would spend the next five years obtaining Devil Arms and discovering the existence of human/demon hybrids. Upon compiling as much information as needed, the Saviors were ordered to bring in all the hybrid children they’d managed to gather information on, kidnapping many from around the world. Avalon intended to use them as weapons, forcing them to awaken their demonic powers and wield Devil Arms to fight against the demons. However, most of them didn’t survive the initial attempt at unlocking their powers and more would die afterwards. After two years he’d written the plan off as a failure, ordering the few that remained to be killed and leaving the complex to think of a new plan. But it mattered little, seeing as all of the cult were killed shortly after he left. But one of the hybrids had managed to escape, and it was clear to him that the survivor had killed the cult entirely. This being the final nail in the coffin, Avalon decided that he’d have to lie low for a while and figure out a new plan. Along with finding whichever hybrid was the survivor and killing them himself.

Future: Avalon kept his attention on anything suspicious happening in the world, taking note of incidents such as the Savior in Fortuna and the Qliphoth in Red Grave City. He also learns about the world of Devil Hunters, and figures that might be a lead to chase. Two years after the Qliphoth’s destruction, he returns to his hometown and visits the newest branch of Devil May Cry. Little does he know that this visit will lead to his downfall, and his end comes for him. He never thought to fear the reaper, but if he knew what was coming, he certainly would do so…

[five-eyed-peacock]

More about Crevari

"Dear God up in heaven, are you glad I learned my lesson?"

Crevari is a special case. She is my oldest OC, active since about 2016. She has so many AUs, so here's the Hazbin verse for her:

Crevari grew up in the church as an altar girl in the midst of the Satanic Panic of the 80s. She spent a majority of her time under the supervision of the nuns, keeping the chapel clean. She had a fascination with instruments and music, a desire to learn how to play, how to sing. But the nuns forbade her. They considered that sort of thing sinful. It didn't stop her from learning in secret. She died in 1988, killed by a Qliphoth tree that was planted in her city by a demon lord. She found herself in hell due to her disobedience. Now, in hell, she devotes herself to Lucifer--his first cleric.

Note: the white patch on her face is intended to symbolize a burn scar inflicted while she was alive--she was thrown into the church altar, where the melting wax burnt her face beyond repair.

[rec-a-fanfic]

Title: Hell Froze Over, and We Shall Reignite It

Author: RubixaSeraph @blooddrop-palace

Fandoms: Devil May Cry

Rating & Warnings: Mature & None apply

Pairings: Dante/female oc, Nero’s mom/Vergil, NeroKiri

Status: incomplete (last update was 2022)

Length & Chapters: 92k & 9 chapters

Tags: family bonding, expanded worldbuilding, drama, canon typical violence, mild body horror

Summary:

Events will ripple the waters surface, and tug at the tangled webs of bonds. Take one thread and make it sing a vibrating note, and others will hum along. 

After the Qliphoth, the metaphorical waters won’t be calming gently. It’s but a game-changing move on the chess board; red, blue, black, white...

Down in Hell, Dante and Vergil are given a little less choice on when they need to return, by request of an unlikely survivor: “My mind is still foggy... but the one feeling I woke to hasn’t changed. Someone’s waiting for me. I must go back...”

And meanwhile, Nero gets an intriguing call for the business: “My family had always been too proud to ask for help. But now I’m all that’s left. The hunters have become the hunted. I wasn’t enough. I didn’t do enough. The demons have taken them, one by one. Please, I beg of you... save them. Save... me...”

{Snowy’s notes} Hear me out… What if Dante was also a deadbeat dad and the kid lived in China.

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[nottoxicfr]

I've been writing little excerpts for my DMC OC, that is Dante's daughter, when I've got a minute and tracking the way I think Dante would be as a father over the course of the series

I think post-DMC3 Dante would be an alright father, not the most put-together guy but he's around. He's got his own struggles to grapple with but so do lots of parents. Then, I think DMC1 happens and that makes him a bit more distant but he doesn't communicate why

DMC2 causes a bit of a return to norms because being trapped in the Underworld is an eye-opener in terms of his family relationships. He's back but he's not always as warm as he was before DMC1, with odd distant spells where he doesn't see his kid for a while only to reappear suddenly.

DMC4 would exacerbate the issues with his kid because I think Nero would really brighten Dante up in a way that his kid notably didn't, and that kind of sucks to be on the recieving end of. It's not on purpose and Dante's around, but his attention's all over the place because he's got a sudden nephew he can't just ignore. It's like, what about your kid?

Then DMC5 happens and Dante's dead, but he's maybe not dead and that's something to grapple with. Then he's definitely alive again and that's good, but Vergil is alive too which is bad. He's cutting his family out of his blood feud, which is bad, but then Nero stops the feud, which is good. Then Dante and Vergil go to cut the roots of the Qliphoth and possibly get stuck there, which is bad.

TLDR: I think Dante would be one of those dads who hasn't done anything wrong per se, but when your friend tells you about him, you're like "Your dad is kind of a douche." They shrug it off because they love their dad, but also they remember the day their dad came home and everything was different for reasons they were too young to grasp. They wondered why for years and by the time they found out, the relationship had soured a bit too much to go back to how it was

[ceyahdev]

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