darksonofsparda

[darksonofsparda]

@hana-akari ||Pre-Plotted || Short starter call (Closed)

It had been about five years since his beloved wife, Sakura Nightingale, of half a decade had blessed him with two beautiful twins, a boy and a girl, Nero and Sarada Nightingale. After the fourth great ninja war finally ended, the allied forces managed to claim victory. The world, at least for now, was quiet and peaceful. Although much like every war, this peace was not achieved without several casualties. There were tragic and heroic losses for every one of the allied nations. The most impactful loss for the Leaf Village was Neji Hyuga of the Hyuga Clan; it tore everyone up inside, but at the same time, inspired them to come back with the strength and drive even harder in their retaliation. It was a long war, and a lot happened, but the world finally returned to normal.

The twins had been born about seven months after the war's end, so Vergil and Sakua had spent the last five years raising their two children together. It made the half-devil so happy to see his wife, daughter, and son wearing his family crest on their clothing; they were sort of like their own little clan. Life only continued to get even sweeter for the happily married couple. Sakura had become the head ninja of the Leaf Medical Core, officially making her a certified doctor. He was so proud of her. while Vergil became the Captain of his own Elite Anbu Black Ops Unit called The Midnight Blade, a crew of seven extremely capable ninja whom Vergil had personally trained himself to ensure their proficiency in combat as well as various types of missions.

The half-devil had just gotten back home from a B-Rank mission, a rather easy one for his talented crew. Passing through their huge yard and the long pond near the walkway, Vergil could already hear his children playing from outside as he made his way inside. There was no better feeling than coming back home to see his lovely family happily awaiting his return, the second he walked through the door of their large, luxurious, traditional-style home. The half-devil was met with the delicious smell of his gorgeous wife cooking, something that he had taught her when they were younger. After he opened the door and walked inside, he took his shoes off and neatly placed them in his spot on the shoe rack next to his wife's shoes.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "I'm home, and something certainly smells delicious." He called out announcing his arrival.

The sound of the front sliding door shutting prompted his children, Nero and Sarada, to rush up to come see him. The little ones were full of energy as usual, playing Ninja Tag outside on their property's courtyard that lead to the other part of their big home.

"Dad's home, dad's home!" Nero cheered, rushing up to his father to greet him while Sarada followed behind, just a little bit more calmly. Even as the youngest child, she was pretty smart for her age. Sarada often liked to read whenever she wasn't playing with her older brother, a hobby that both parents had passed on to the girl. The man was met with a hug from both his children, and he didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around them in return.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "Yes, it's good to see you both, too. Now let's go see your mother, because it smells like supper will be ready soon." He says, letting go of them to make his way into the kitchen and dining area, a smile immediately as he turned to the corner to see his wife cooking dinner. Making his way over, he placed his hand on her, rubbing the small of her back in circles.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "Good evening, my darling blossom, I hope our little devils weren't causing any trouble while I was out." He greeted, moving in for a quick kiss once she turned her head to face him.

[darksonofsparda]

@lured-into-wonderland || Short starter call

In this broken and desolate world, someone needed to take control of the world since all government facilities were destroyed, along with the emergence of the tree. With no order, and the rest of the world too dangerous to roam outside of survivor camps, everyone else was afraid to go beyond the safety of their camp's walls, precisely why everyone relied on Devil Hunters were the only hope, they were what was going to helo gradually return to normal, killing demon after demon until the remaining demons that fled deep into the human world after the fall of the demon tree were completely eradicated. The efforts of the Devil Hunters had finally begun to show.

About twenty percent of the world had managed to be cleared of any demon threat, which led to cities being rebuilt, allowing some people in the world to get the chance to return to normal--or at least as close to normal as they could get in these past few years after the falling of the demon tree. Today's mission was a very important one, Vergil had been personally selected by the client for this particular job, and it was a special one. The half-devil in midnight blue was tasked with protecting the daughter of someone very important, unfortunately, that was all the details he'd been given. His job was to safely escort her from New England all the way to New Red Grave City.

Vergil made his way there via portal slicing; his instructions were to meet up with the assistant who would guide him to the person that Vergil was going to escort. From there, he learned he would be protecting a young woman named Lady Nunnally. After being given clearance, he was taken to meet her, the assistant promptly leaving them alone once Vergil was brought to the carriage she'd be traveling in; it's there that he finally met her. A beautiful young woman with blonde hair

[{ 🗡️ }] - "You must be Lady Nunnally. I'm Vergil Nightingale. I'll be your escort for today." He introduced, sword in its sheath pressed to the ground like a cane, as his fingeless, gloved hands rested along the handle.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "We have a long trip ahead of us, rest assured, with me, I will guarantee you're safety."

[darksonofsparda]

@eternallyserpentinebutterfly || Short starter call

The whole world had been shaken up and destroyed by the emergence of the Demon Qliphoth Tree, which was huge; it was hard to say the exact number of countries and cities that were impacted by the murderous, bloodthirsty tree, but considering that half the world's population had been annihilated upon it's rise, it was easy to assume there had been a lot, the wasn't just a problem in old Red Grave City, this had been a worldwide phenomonon that took the human world by storm, killing numerous innocent people. It was either because they were within the tree's location and got caught in its path, or because they had been victims of the tree root's immense thirst for blood.

The Devil Hunters were the world's only hope of taking back the world now that the tree was gone, so Devil May Cry had been very busy as of late, receiving calls from around the world, so it was only a matter of time before China called, Beijing to be exact. According to the client, half of the city was in ruin due to the aftermath of the demon tree, just like everywhere else. Everyone at Devil May Cry was busy, so Vergil had to take this job alone--not that he was complaining. Upon his arrival, the half-devil combed the streets. When he picked up the first demonic aura he felt, he rushed to the scene, only to find a young woman standing over some dead demons, who seemed to have killed them.

Before he could say anything, he spotted a demon in the shadows preparing to attack the young woman by surprise. Thinking fast, he quickly pushed up the blade from the scabbard, and in one single slice, the demon froze, falling to the ground in a mess of blood and gore, landing in two different pieces the second he hilted his sword. With the coast clear, he shifts his head to face the woman.

[{ 🗡️ }} - "You shouldn't let you're guard down so soon, there's always one extra hiding out, waiting for the right moment."

[darksonofsparda]

@infinitexmuses (Nero) || Short starter call

The fact that he was put on a job with Nero was irritating. Dante was supposed to come along, but they had gotten separated from him during a sudden ambush while just on the outskirts of New Red Grave City. The demons were trying to take over this newly rebuilt city, which had just been fully reconstructed just over one month ago, because of how new it was, and had precisely been the reason the mayor of that city hired Devil May Cry to take care of these demons emerging from the shadows like that, was suspicious, so from Vergil's perspective, they were right to hire them before it got worse.

The older half-devil was silently cursing internally. This would be awkward, so he honestly just wanted to finish this mission off as soon as possible, or at least regroup with Dante so he wasn't alone with his son. Vergil just hoped he wouldn't try and start an argument with him and would remain professional for the rest of this mission. Silence truly was a virtue, but much to his dismay, communication was still necessary for a mission of this gravity. Right now, the two were off to the city's west end, a location where some of those demons had last been seen.

[{ 🗡️ }} - "Once we encounter the roaming demons, let's try to kill them without causing collateral damage. Worst case, keep it to a bare minimum. This city is still relatively new; the last thing they need is a building coming down, resources are very limited."

[darksonofsparda]

Good evening! So, the game plan tonight, I'm gonna get to the rest of those short starters, Because they are short, they shouldn't take as long as the other replies Then I'm gonna do some stuff on other blogs For the longer replies I owe, I'll probably throw them in the queue If I can get to any tonight, Either way, I'll be making use of my queue for them

[darksonofsparda]

@sanitatemsolis || Short starter call

It had been quite a busy work week for Arabella, and she worked at the hospital, a job that did have its busy days with the occasional work-filled weeks in between. Luckily, with the weekend being here, she would finally have some much-needed downtime, and Vergil wanted it to be extra relaxing for her now that her hectic work week had come to an end; she was given today off due to the countless hours of overtime she had given. Reading a book on the couch, he was waiting for Bella to wake up he let her sleep in because of the exhausting week she had. Today, Vergil had a relaxing day planned for both of them. She deserved it after the hectic week she had endured. As she slept, Vergil had taken the initiative to cook her a nice brunch, which was put away until she was awake.

Once she was up, he waited for her to do her morning routine. After that was all finished, the second she walked by him, he suddenly took her hand, pulling Arabella into his lap, arm looping around her midriff once she was settled.

[{ 🗡️}] - "Good afternoon, my darling Bellflower. You've had such a busy week. So I was thinking a lazy weekend at home is in order." He planted a kiss on her cheek.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "While you slept, I made you a nice brunch. I'll have my doppelganger go fetch it. I will also take care of dinner this week. For today, how does a nice cozy movie marathon sound? With snacks and plenty of cuddles? I've already done some shopping."

As he waited for her answer, his doppelganger manifested in human form, and went to grab her brunch, kept warm in the oven with a lid over it. His clone returned with a fresh plate of French Toast Casserole and some afternoon tea, her cup made exactly the way she liked it. Since her food was here, he let her slide off his lap next to him.

[darksonofsparda]

@fierylittleniece (Roxy) || Short starter call

Demon hunting was an unpredictable profession, especially since all the demons when into hiding which made their resurfacing scarce. Most were playing it safe and only came out at night, but there were a few that tried to be daring and either disguised themselves as humans or just avoided open areas. In this particular case, a large group of demons had been causing trouble in New Paris, and due to the high number of them, it meant Vergil had to accompany his brother on the job. The half-devil had told Roxanne about it upon getting the phone call from Dante. She seemed disappointed, but understanding. He knew why she was disappointed, it meant he would miss her birthday. She didn't tell him, but he was aware and already had something in mind to make it up to her.

About one week later, he returned. Here he was knocking on her front door, the second she opened it, he immediately presented a medium-sized gift box to her. Inside was an expensive black and purple net dress, something he had spent a good portion of his mission earnings on.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "Happy belated birthday, Roxy. I may not have been able to make it for the date itself, but I certainly didn't forget."

[darksonofsparda]

stay i need you more than you think

[darksonofsparda]

Even though I have longer replies, I'm feeling short threads more right now. Long replies take a lot of energy, but short replies are quick and a bit easier to break the ice. That being said

Like this post for a short starter. No cap yet, will probably update with one eventually. If you're a multi please specify your muse of choice

[darksonofsparda]

[{ 🗡️ }] - "I'm well aware of where I am. I wouldn't be here without a reason for it." The half-devil simply replied.

Vergil knew what to expect, a man who was an outsider to an all-girls school, but he wouldn't just go to a private girls-only school for nothing. There was a student here who didn't appear to be the person they pretended to be; a succubus demon was disguising itself as a human girl, so his target would be the girl who had the most relationships, which would be his clue to telling him where it was.

Because the girl standing before him had confronted him, Vergil had no choice but to explain his reason for being here. However, he had his doubts that she would understand; he just hoped she would. He had come so close, and finding his way here took a while, so he wasn't going to just turn tail and leave when he was finally at the right location of his target.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "I'm a devil hunter. So perhaps you can assist me. There's a girl at this school who is not who they claim to be. Instead, she's a demon disguised in human skin. Considering the extent of her powers, my target would be someone popular with a long track record of relationships."

"Uh, are you sure you're in the right place?"

As Kat looks on at the stranger, it couldn't be more obvious that she's incredibly unimpressed. She stands with folded arms and glares at him head-on, though the furrowing of her brow ruins the intimidation factor a little - as does the fact that she's clearly just a kid. It seems like maybe she's studying him, trying to get a read on him, but... she evidently doesn't like what she sees.

"This is a girl's school, you know. And I've never seen you around before."

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[darksonofsparda]

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[darksonofsparda]

"You can't go back and change the beginning, but you can start where you are and change the ending."

Infinitexmuses

An indie multifandom multimuse. Featuring Nero from Devil May Cry, and Dianne Simmon, an OC with many verses, including one for Devil May Cry. 18+ and mutuals only, and is celestially guided by Kiwi. |Pinned|Graphics made by @denui|

[darksonofsparda]

That is, until her mother's demons were on her trail again...

And given his physical state, it would be for the best to remain away from him. All it would do is risk him getting hurt with two sets of demons after him. So she would simply try to wait for news, instead. Which had led to her being in this city, given the news and what had been mentioned. She was much relieved, as her answers had been offered to her. Even better, it had been without the one she was concerned about having even known she was there.

She had thought...

It didn't even take any words for her to instantly know who was behind her. Instead of the noise of demons landing on the ground, it was clearly shoes instead. A sound she had heard a few times now, and there was one main culprit of it that she was aware of. It caused her to take a pause in her steps, lips immediately pursing at the realization that she did, indeed, not make it out in time to prevent being caught.

What terrible timing... And yet, she missed him.

"Would it be fitting of my usual steps otherwise?" Dianne found herself able to speak, moving to put her weapon onto her back as she turned toward the other. Her once frown had transformed into a smile by that point. Something she was used to doing, even if she always felt he was more than aware that it wasn't genuine.

Though she hadn't thought that such words would leave his mouth so quickly. Such topics had come up before, but it was usually after a day or two of wandering with one another that prompted it. So for it to have come up so instantaneously... The blonde felt her body stiffen, and her features were filled with surprise, even if only for a moment.

"..." How could she even answer something like that? He had always known the answer to such an inquiry. Perhaps her choice of actions may have changed since the last time they had met. The option of instead running, going head-first into it, to try and make it all stop. Even if it would ultimately cost her life to do so. Perhaps it would get the nightmares to stop, and the slowly fueling rage she felt for her own blood to cease. Her ever-growing desire of wanting to cut down that... Being that made her into this.

"I think. . . The answer remains the same as before." Mostly, at least. But she was willing to be truthful. Dianne knew full well that trying to lie wouldn't help her much. "Until she is cut down... By my own blade." It had always been until she was gone. Until someone with more power and capability had it in them to end her and her tyranny. But she had run out of patience, and while she knew that she needed more power, ultimately, to get to where she needed to do it...

She was willing to do almost anything, at this point, if it meant getting the freedom she had been hoping for her entire life.

"I should've decided to do it sooner." She wished she had seen where Vergil had been coming from prior. Why he craved power so much, he was willing to do even questionable acts to get there. "I will kill her myself. Whatever it takes..."

It was a bit surprising to see her again; the gaps between each of their past meetings seemed to stretch farther and farther each year. Their connection remained strong despite being apart as they walked their own paths; they were one of the same, yet different in their own ways. Vergil could remember all their past encounters, and there had been several of them.

The half-devil crossed paths with Dianne more than he crossed paths with Dante, funny how that worked, how their journeys seemed to overlap so many times. The very last meeting hadn't been a great one; he could only remember it in pieces, but enough to get a palpable idea of the situation at the time. The darkslayer didn't completely forget about his time serving as a puppet swordsman for Mundus; it was a nightmare that always seemed to come back, almost every night.

Vergil recalled Dianne being there in that cell with him, so they had dealt with that hell together, even if it came back in pieces, he didn't want to forget those nights in the cell when Mundus would turn in for the evening, it was the only time when the corruption on his mind eased up, the only time he could feel close enough to normal ever again, those peaceful nights were the only sense of peace that came from that harrowing time. The long days were a struggle to not lose their minds and become completely consumed by insanity and Mundus' corruption.

At night, they both would converse, reliving better times as well as trying to discuss how they would possibly escape. Time seemed to drag on during those dark times, but it was at least comforting to know he wasn't there alone, and the fact that she was his childhood friend made it better, but even when nights were peaceful, it didn't mean they liked it there. Despite that struggle, the two of them did manage to escape.

After making their way out of the demon world, the pair once again went their separate ways, although he knew they would meet again, and that meeting was now. The very last meeting before the nightmare had been a much better memory, an encounter that happened before Vergil unsealed the Temen-Ni-Gru tower.

This one was a stay at a hotel sometime after he was forced to leave Fortuna due to the pursuit of Mundus's demon hit squad, who were actively looking for him. Vergil and Dianne had met in a hotel lobby, with no choice but to share a bed, and in the middle of the night, things unexpectedly became hot and heavy, so that encounter was one that he preferred to remember compared to the other one. The hotel had been in a city that people and other half-human beings went to if they wanted to hide from the world and temporarily forget their existence.

Seeing her again was a surprise, but he knew they would see her again, only this time, it seemed like she didn't want to stick around to see him, so when he picked up her presence, he wasn't about to let her disappear again for another decade. Vergil understood this endless drive to hunt down her mother, but why did she insist on always doing it alone? Things were different now; she didn't need to carry the weight of this mission all alone. If only she could see that.

[{ 🗡️ }} - "It doesn't always have to be this way, you know.." He comments, hoping she'll understand where he was coming from.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "It took me a long time to finally realize that." He adds, hands folding over his midsection.

As she explained her goal, it seemed to be the same as before, only this time she was serious about putting this hunt against her mother to an end once and for all. Vergil could see it in her eyes; Dianne was going to do everything she could to track her down. Thinking for a moment after she's done explaining, an idea comes to mind, one that's unlike him, but Vergil was a different man now.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "Dianne.. you don't need to do it alone this time...you were never alone to begin with.." A brief pause, eyes locking deeper with her gaze.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "...I'll come with you, we will be able to track her down easier when working as one... I can clear the path there, and when we find Sylvia, you can face her; I'll make sure none of her demon lackeys get her your way."

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He grips the Yamato scabbard, prepared to defend, not attack. This was all in good fun after all.

[{ 🗡️}} - "Go on, tiny, try me. I'll blow you away like a piece of paper in the wind."

It was almost as if... He was asking for it-

"I didn't realize you wanted to start having a similar theme to your brother." She knows it won't kill him. She WILL stab him.

Oh shit, she's grabbing her scythe-

"Come HERE, VERGIL!"

[darksonofsparda]

[{ 🗡️ }] - "So intimidating, I can feel the fear coursing through my veins already.."

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[{ 🗡️}] - "Just, you know. In small waves."

@darksonofsparda replied to your post “@darksonofsparda asked: 📏 + 6'7 (Vergil compared..”:

Vergil vc: Careful I don't step on you

This feels like a threat-

"Careful I don't decide to take revenge instead."

[darksonofsparda]

Whatever the reason for her being here, from the aura, he knew she wasn't human, exactly what she was, though, he couldn't say for sure. Regardless of the type of being she was, he could at least tell from instinct that she wasn't here to cause trouble. Vergil could tell from how skillfully observant he was. With all the other patrons back in their respective rooms, it was just him and this woman. Vergil was aware of the location he was taking refuge in; he had researched the surrounding areas of this demon's path. It was his first visit here, but thanks to his extensive research, he knew everything else in the vicinity.

The target demon was likely channeling all of this power from a higher ground. The half-devil suspected the twin peak mountain tops about directly twenty or so miles north of the lodge, it made perfect sense, the higher up he was, the more ground he could cover with his weather powers. The more range he had, the more he could fend off any threats, the threat in question being Vergil. Recalling Nico's demon notes about this demon, the darkslayer son of Sparda had about five days to think of a plan to overcome this weather barrier; any longer than that, the demon's powers would be too powerful to break through.

What made this demon particularly dangerous was the fact that he didn't need to worry about running out of energy, when in the correct type of environment, this demon could feed off of the conditions of the surrounding area, unfortunately, this location and it's environment were perfect for him to build his power, and helping it grow more stronger each day, so he had to think of something soon, he didn't want to run the risk of letting this demon charge up in full.

Should that happen, Vergil would have no problem taking him down; it would likely just turn into a large full-scale battle, one that would take significantly longer than he'd like it to. The longer and bigger the battle, the greater the risk there was of others getting hurt, and from everything that's already happened, he didn't want any more human lives being lost--the tree had already killed more than enough. Vergil sought to kill this demon before any innocent people were killed, and give the vast amount of people here at the lodge for vacation, te death count, would be massive, there were even a few familes here with little children, all the more to take the target down sooner than later, he just needed a good, solid plan.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "I see... so you were blindsided by this odd weather as well. You do a good job of blending in with humans.."

Deep blue eyes scanned the woman's expression, gaze locked with hers, as if watching her every move as he studied her face, trying to find any hint of a lie, but he didn't see one, so he ruled her out of being involved in this.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "You would be correct, quite the keen eye.." He commended her for her guess.

It seemed she thought similarly of him, not that he blamed her for it, who wouldn't suspect a mysterious figure right after something like this happened.

[{ 🗡️ }] - "No... just the opposite, actually. I'm here to put a stop to it. The one behind this is my target; he just pulled this cheap trick, preventing me from further pursuing him. Now I'm forced to think of a way to get past this weather barricade. This weather isn't normal, it's all being caused by a demon with the ability to control weather patterns."

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Her visit here was not supposed to be for investigational purposes — it is meant to be fully recreational, a gratification she needed all along, a self-reward from all the hard work accumulated for months. Visiting the famed hot springs of yore, one that becomes a famed heritage site in this mountain, was the purpose of this solo trip. In spite of her well-planned scenario that has been playing in her head ever since, it simply shattered so easily like a crushed block of icicle upon impact when an odd weather combination of harsh blizzards and thundering storm graces itself upon the resort in all of a sudden, bereft of any warning signs prior. Everyone is inevitably disillusioned with this sudden plight, and Tsuyuko is no exception to that frustrated ire once she learned that her thoughtfully crafted vacation agenda has been called off with no clear end in sight.

For better or for worse, she senses that this is not a natural occurrence, but one that is manipulated by a greater anomaly of nature. A yuki onna or yuki warashi wouldn’t be likely to be the culprit even when they have the control over frost, not especially when she is in a foreign country. Her assumption lands into something else, perhaps something more sinister and powerful, though unable to immediately discern the exact identity of the transgressor for now.

Amidst of fearful, confused, and resigned visitors who are scrambling to retreat to their chambers for safety, her gaze is met with a pair of bright blue eyes; sharp and piercing like a flash of thunderbolt. The snowy locks that crowns his head exemplifies a sense of otherworldly nature in his appearance, in spite of outwardly appearing just like any other human.

“No…” her answer trails off to further elucidate her initial intention. “I was here for a short getaway… Then this thing happened! Aaaand ruined my entire plan for the day.” Though not yet intending to take a closer look, even she could tell from a distance that he’s just as equally as not-quite-human from the invisible force that he emanates. “I could say the same thing for you… Certainly not fully a human yourself.” She echoes back his sentence; her thoughts quietly circle inside her mind to make an uncertain hunch.  Maybe it is for the better that there’s no one else here but two of them, as the enigmatic conversation is slowly unfolding.

“You couldn’t possibly be the one behind this, right?”

[darksonofsparda]

So, I like to base my Vergil's appearance on the 3D character model I have for him since he looks more anime-like without being too anime-like. And because I was able to get my hands on his PGR character model, which I think fits him better, that being said, I've decided to change him back to his original height of

6'7

This is the last time I'm changing his height, I swear! I didn't like how short his new model looked with his previous height of 6'5.