#[ sparda. ] why do you refuse to gain power? the power of our father sparda? / father? i don't have a father.

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Tag drop: Dante of Sparda (Part 2/2).

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[skvaderarts]

Apocrypha Chapter Thirty Seven: Opposition

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Chapter Thirty-Seven: Opposition

Notes: And here I sit, having to go to work in 10 hours, and I’m just starting this chapter. Not the best decision, but I’ll find a way to make it work. And then tomorrow I’m gonna relax and try to knock out both chapters for next week early. I can only imagine that Black Friday (which I’m firmly refusing to work this year!) is gonna keep me busy all week.

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Sunday, August 25th, 2:00 am

A cursory look at how the situation was unfolding immediately lent to the idea that any and all police would probably be converging on the vicinity of the attack shortly. Despite the fact that there was very little that the local police (or the military, for that matter) could do against hordes of demons, they were obligated to try, even if only a little. If the Redgrave City attack was anything to go by, the region was woefully underprepared for another demonic attack, but the youngest Son of Sparda was admittedly hopeful that some sort of initiative would be taken by the local government to see to it that the next time something like that happened, they would be able to do more than throw useless grunts at the problem and blow up bridges to keep the demons at bay.

Why did there always have to be a next time?

Despite the fact that it would bring a swift and permanent end to Dante’s demon-hunting career, he couldn’t help but wish for a day where the population of the underworld lost the ability to travel two and from worlds. Their father had spent a considerable amount of time seeing to that, and had made untenable strides in that regard, but here they were, over two thousand years later and still fighting the same foe. It seemed that there would always be a need for their family’s experience in devil hunting; a fact that troubled the devil hunter in red slightly. Was this it, then? Was their entire bloodline cursed to do battle against their father’s kin for the remainder of their existence until the day came when they no longer could? Were none of them allowed to pursue their own wants and goals outside of this admittedly limited field? It was all a bit fatalistic and heavy for his tastes, but he found his mind wandering to the topic on occasion these days when he considered his family and everything they had sacrificed as a whole to protect the general public. It was all very heroic, but was there to be nothing more to their lives than endless self-sacrifice and then a glorious and inevitable death in battle?

In truth, Dante couldn’t say that he really minded going out that way, but every time he saw Nero with his family and V trying his best to acclimate to a new and unfamiliar world, he couldn’t help but feel… something that he couldn’t quite pinpoint. If asked, he’d probably say that it was remorse for the lives that they could have had if not for the fact that they had been born into this mess, but he wasn’t sure that was what he really thought. There was no denying that he was glad they were a part of his family, but there were days, especially after Nero had been nearly killed when his twin brother had attacked him that day, that he wished they could have both lived in blissful ignorance, unaware of the danger that their seemingly cursed bloodline carried with it.

The idea of never having met them pained him greatly, but if it meant that they would not have to deal with the trials and tribulations ahead of them and the weight their lineage carried, then he would have slept better at night knowing that they were not doomed to the same fate that he and his older twin were. He wondered how they felt now, and how knowing what he felt would affect them. Dante would never say any of what he was thinking out loud to either of them, but he’d think it nonetheless. And every time that he saw them, it would be a reminder.

Perhaps the two of them together could achieve some semblance of normality for the rest of their little family. Was that such an unreasonable fantasy? It was not impossible to believe that there might be a day where they no longer needed to participate in this endless battle. Or maybe that was wishful thinking. Still, the devil hunter in red needed something to strive for. He wasn’t getting any younger, and the idea of doing battle against their foes was still just as exhilarating to him as it had always been, especially now that his own identical twin was no longer one of those foes. But still, there was much work to be done.

“So whatda think the odds are of this being that cult again?” Dante said as the twins headed towards the building in question. The onslaught of demons had stopped for the time being, signaling that something more might be going on here than they originally thought.”

Vergil stayed quiet for a moment, shifting Yamato to his non dominate hand in an effort to prepare for another attack. There was no way that the eldest Son of Sparda was going to simply waltz into a dark, decrepit building that he’d never been inside of before and just assume that everything was going to be fine. The Darkslayer hadn’t lived as long as he had by being an absolute tool, and he expected that Dante wasn’t that foolish, either. After all, his brother was many things, but a complete idiot was not one of them. While the younger of the two was prone to do foolish things, that didn’t mean that he had a psychotic death wish. And if he did, he wasn’t going to act on it in any way, shape, or form tonight. There were matters to attend to, and he intended to see things through to the end.

“I would imagine the odds of that being the case are about on par with the possibility of this being an obvious trap staged by our opponent.” Vergil lowered his voice as the pair entered the building, making an effort not to give themselves away too prematurely. From what he could tell, they seemed to have the element of surprise, at least for the time being. There was no need to squander that.” But then again, if this is a product of one of Belial’s schemes, then it could very well be an obvious trap meant to throw us off so that we fall victim to another less obvious trap. He likes to indulge in those kinds of games from time to time.’

Dante shot Vergil a curious look as they continued forward. So this Belial demon truly wasn’t playing around, then? Good. He enjoyed a good fight from time to time. He just hoped that no one else got dragged into the conflict. And then there was the mater of V and his connection to this cult. While they had a reasonable hunch as to why this powerful demon prince might want to capture V and what the cult planned to do, there was still no certainty as to what and why this was happening. How had he even known that V was alive in the first place? Dante had spent nearly the entirety of both of his nephews’ lives ignorant to their existence, only for them to go and yank a misplaced soul out of the netherworld and for a demon of this caliber to send someone after him? What were the odds of that?

He needed more in-depth details as to what was going on here…

“So if you think it’s a trap, what are we doing here?” Dante said, not so much expecting an answer from his twin as he was from himself. As if by instinct, they’d both just walked into the building, knowing full well that this wasn’t a logical idea. And yet, here they were. Maybe they were both just insane. “Or maybe there just aren’t a whole lot of things that can stop both of us if we’re working together. And we are, for once.” Dante considered internally for a moment. Yes, maybe that was it. But getting too cocky couldn’t end well in the long run. They had to keep their option open, lest they fall victim to their own naivete. 

The youngest of the two brothers couldn’t help but imagine that V would have something to say about this kind of thing; some wise homily to spin about the dangers of hubris and such. Who could say? He wasn’t here, after all. And what a lucky turn of events that had turned out to be. 

Dante didn’t really mind V’s presence in the slightest, but keeping him as far as they could from any possible cult activity was probably a good policy. He could only imagine that his oldest nephew had made a swift recovery by now, but that could all change in an instant if they ran up against a super-powerful demon or a powerful summoner. While V was formidable in a battle (at least from what Dante had seen) there was a certain level of risk that he knowingly undertook anytime he entered battle that none of the rest of them took. Despite his obvious skill, V had the least training out of the lot of them, and the youngest Son of Sparda couldn’t help but imagine what he might be capable of if they showed him how a devil arm worked or he gained further proficiency over his abilities. It had taken Nero a while to get where he was now, but the difference showed in every conceivable way.

Once they returned to the office, the next step would be to return the Arcana to Vie de Marli where it belonged, they would have to see to it that V received some sort of mentorship. But first, they had to make him put down his books long enough to show him anything. Dante couldn’t help but think that V would do better as a librarian or working in some sort of museum than he would in a vicious battle to the death against demons. And yet, somehow he held his own just fine for the most part. The devil hunter in red had to give his nephew credit for one thing: he was an extraordinarily fast learner.

“Because that is where we will more than likely locate our assailant. I have some questions for them.” Vergil said under his breath as they neared what appeared to be a large, open room. He wasn’t so much irritated with Dante as he was the lack of knowledge in this situation, at least for the time being. He refused to tolerate this severe lack of insight any longer than he had to.

The instant that they rounded the corner and walked into the central chamber of the old factory, the two of them were faced with a literal wall of demonic energy. The entire building suddenly reeked of it, confirming their suspicion that this was the place that they had been looking for. And much to their surprise, there was a man standing at the far end of the room with their back turned to them, seemingly unaware of the fact that they had arrived. The twins halted, deciding in silent unison to take the opportunity to see what was going on since a large, glowing portal stood before the unknown man. He shook his head, nodding along to something they couldn’t hear before a loud, otherworldly voice echoed throughout the chamber they currently occupied. Vergil closed his eyes for a moment, a wave of obvious displeasure taking over his features. It was rare that the eldest Son of Sparda wished that he was wrong about something, but this certainly counted as one of those occasions. Dante glanced over at him, searching for silent confirmation of what he’d already surmised from Vergil’s shift in tone. This was the Belial he’d heard so much about, then? Well, they certainly sounded the part. The deep, bellowing tone he spoke in was accited by a certain level of cold, calculating intelligence that Dante was accustomed to associating with the demons he’d spent so long doing battle against, putting the likes of Balrog and Burial to shame despite their obvious sentience. Not, this devil was conniving, and he clearly knew what he was talking about, even if neither of them did.

“From what I can tell, things are going to plan. Well, I assume, that is. I don’t have a way of checking.”

“You see, that is where you and I differ most, servant. I do not assume. I know.”

The man shivered slightly, clearly shaken by the words of the powerful being that he served. To say that he was in way over his head would be an understatement, but then again, so we’re practically all humans that dared do business with a Prince of Darkness.

“Do you desire anything else from me, master?”

“Oh, I can assure you, I do not require the services of you or any other wayward stragglers any longer. My little cult has proven to be an entertaining diversion for some time now, but it seems that Vergil has once again inadvertently served my best interests by eliminating the vast majority of you. Now I need not do the tidying up on this joyous occasion myself. Truly splendid indeed.”

If they could have seen the face of the being who he spoke to, Dante got the impression that he had just smirked in self-satisfaction, readjusting himself on his metaphorical throne. There was no way of knowing for sure, but they were willing to bet that the man standing before them had no idea how truly dead he was, and their assumption was proven correct meer moment later when the man suddenly began choking and screaming, violently thrashing about before falling onto the floor. He went into some sort of fit before going totally still, clearly dead to anyone unlucky enough to discover him. Blood ran down his face from his nose and mouth as he gave his last breath, clearly quite distressed as he perished at the hands of his former master.

For a moment, everything went quiet. Dante and Vergil watched, unmoving as the portal continued to glow brightly, knowing that it needed to be closed but unsure as to how it had managed to be opened in the first place. There was a part of Vergil that was furious that he’d missed the opportunity to question the man himself, but he got the impression that Belial wasn’t stupid enough to leave witnesses walking around who his detractors could interrogate. But just as Vergil considered suggesting that they vacate the premises, a low, genuinely pleased laugh bellowed forward from the rift that stood before them.

“You know, I should thank you, Son of Sparda. Truly, It’s not every day that I get to indulge in such activities. It’s nothing personal, really. I don’t do personal. But I’m not sorry to say that I won’t be showing you any form of gratitude. You shall see in due time.” He paused for a moment, seemingly waiting for Vergil to speak or respond in some way, but he didn’t. He simply stayed there, unmoving and internally cursing himself for coming here. How had he forgotten about that little facet of his foe’s abilities?” I trust that you remember what happened the last time our paths crossed. I can’t imagine that you’ve forgotten already. After all, our meeting was so… memorable. I kid, of course. You remember very little of that encounter, as was my will. But do take your time to concoct your own clever schemes as you always do. Some day soon I shall remind you why my will is absolute.”

With no further fanfare, the portal went dark but remained open. Vergil waited a moment before allowing a long, almost tormented sigh to escape his lungs and exit his mouth. Yes, of course, Belial had known he was there. Didn’t he always. He stood up from the crouched position they’d taken behind the broken and abandoned factory equipment and walked over to the portal, unsheathing Yamato and using it to close the gateway. A criss-cross of delayed swipes closed the gate the instant Vergil returned his devil arm to its sheath, the Darkslayer shaking his head slightly as he rested his hand on his forehead and pinched the top of the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger.

“... Should I ask why you and the nightmare demon are on a first-name basis? And how did he know you were here?” Dante approached Vergil slowly, unsure as to where he should even begin, considering everything he’d just heard.” What’s all this about you forgetting? Did he wipe your memory or somethin’?”

Vergil sighed and dropped his hand from his face, swiftly walking away from the place where the gate had once stood and towards the exit. He suddenly felt an immense and overwhelming desire to leave this place and never return. Dante followed closely behind him, somewhat relieved that the attack was at least over for the time being and that massive amounts of damage were not dealt this time around. It had only been about a city block or so, and casualties, if there were any, had been scarce. After the dumpster fire that the Redgrave City incident had turned into, Dante was eager and willing to take any victories he would take part in, even if those victories were short-lived and slightly situational. This was over because the devil that had willed it into existence had grown bored of it, and that was a fact that Dante wasn’t blind to. And he was not keen on it.

Once they reached the exit and stepped back out onto the street, Vergil crossed his arms for a moment and sighed, unable to find even temporary pleasure in the cool night air. This situation had just taken a rather unorthodox turn for the worst out of nowhere, and he didn’t like that one bit.

”To answer your ceaseless questions, brother, we met some time before I returned to the human world. He demanded that I serve him after the demon thrown was left… unattended. Most were unwilling to contest his rise to power at that time, but I refused and usurped him.” Vergil glanced away for a moment, noting the distant lights that accompanied the fire trucks that had just pulled up about two blocks down the road from where they currently stood.” As for how he knew I was there, I can only assume he can still sense my presence from the underworld so long as I am within a certain proximity to a portal. We might as be standing in the same room as far as his abilities are concerned. He does not forget something once he’s experienced it.”

Dante nodded, not at all pleased by any of what his brother had just said. He didn’t need to know how that worked to know that it wasn’t good.” I’m gonna go out on a limb here and guess that’s how he killed that guy?”

Vergil nodded.” Yes, in much the same way he attempted to kill me when last we met. Belial has access to a primordial source of power somewhat akin to Nightmare’s that allows him to… suggest an experience for you relive, especially when that memory was never yours, to begin with. That and the pressure he exudes when near someone is enough to send most beings spiraling into an early death, or a coma at the very least. It’s rare to be able to resist pure terror. That’s how he managed to fragment my memory of our full encounter, and he clearly revels in that fact. I suppose you could say that his true power is trauma itself.”

This time it was Dante’s turn to cross his arms and look unamused.” So he can, what, literally scare someone to death? Tranutize you so badly that you forget entire events or think something else happened?”

“In essence, yes. And so long as he has physically been in the presence of the individual he wishes to exert his will over, he is basically unavoidable. Thankfully his range is limited, but the extent of his cruelty and the range his machinations are willing to extend to is not. He cares little for petty sentiments such as honor or decency.” Vergil looked distant for a moment as though he were considering something unfathomable, something that he was truly unable to make himself consider.” He would absolutely destroy the minds of anyone necessary to harm his actual larget and leave them a husk of their former selves, decimated beyond repair. I’ve seen him do it. And all that purely to see his opponent break. He is a plague in that sense. And now you understand why I have so little tolerance for anyone who willingly serves him, hence the reason I cut down his cult where they stood. This cannot be allowed to continue.”

For a moment, Dante just stared at Vergil, unsure of what to even say about the mental image that his twin had just painted for him. It was a bit difficult to defeat an enemy that could destroy you from the inside out. How were they supposed to stop him? And although neither of them said it, they were admittedly concerned to some degree when it came to what this demon might want with V and these plans that he was working on. Everything about this situation seemed dire, and the youngest Son of Sparda was starting to grasp the severity of what this could mean for them.

This was now a war.

“Yea… none of that is good, Vergil. None of it.” Dante sighed and shook his head, the weight of the situation they were now in truly affecting them. They needed to act fast and smart, something they didn’t tend to do.” Can’t believe I’m saying this, but we should probably head back to the office and start coming up with a plan or something. Oh, and put that knife back where it belongs.”

Vergil nodded wordlessly, his mind a thousand miles away. He was still combing over the situation at hand. There was a part of him that couldn’t’ shake the feeling that this was all a misdirection of some sort, meant to leave them open to a larger threat. That was generally how Belial operated. While he believed every word of their enemy’s threat, it just wasn’t like the demon prince to be so… direct.

Just a moment later, the two of them glanced up the street, noting that there was a person in a safety vest standing on top of a vehicle. The man addressed the growing crowd of people gathering around them, all of the locals seeming terrified out of their minds. “Please vacate the area! We are investigating the cause of this event. We have also received news of a mild earthquake due west of here. It caused some kind of underground cave-in deep in the woods near the waterfront which we will be investigating as well. If you reside in that area, do take care when returning home. Thank you for your time!”

Both Dante and Vergil shared a knowing look, relatively positive that they knew where this cave-in had occurred. It seemed that they were not returning to the office just yet. They had a conduit to double-check.

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And just like that, it’s 5:55 am! I have to work today from noon to 7 pm. Looks like it’s going to be a long, energy drink filled day. But that’s okay. It was worth it to finish this chapter! No lie, I might carry this over into a book three as I did with Soliloquy a while back just to keep the pacing in this fic consistent. I’ll think about that when I’m more awake though. Anyway, I look forward to reading what you thought about this chapter! I’m using a new document editor, so I hope it did the trick! I think I’ll post this fic a few hours early, too. See you next week!

[magistera]

Why do you refuse to gain power? The power of our father, Sparda. Father? I don't have a father. I just don't like you, that's all.

[shianhygge-imagines]

Silver Rose [Vergil/Reader] {Devil May Cry} Nothing Dies Like It

AN: Well, I had to bring the conflict at some point... >.>

Please don’t hate me too much. It’s development to their relationship. But if you were expecting something happy... The only thing happy about this chapter is Dante.

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What could you have done better?

What could you have said?

What could you have done?

…to fix the past so that all of this destruction had never happened?

You asked yourself these questions far too many times after you and Vergil had gotten married. As his wife, you should have noticed him slowly getting colder, slowly getting more ruthless as the days past. And then, all at once, Vergil had abandoned you in search for more power. At first, you tried to chase after him, but with how the Yamato could open portals, you were left in the dust.

Smartphones hadn’t existed during those times, and even if they did, you were sure that Vergil would have ignored all your messages. Just like he had ignored all your pleas to stop his hunt for power.

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“Vergil,” you called out to your husband from the kitchen as you saw that he was making his way out the door. “Vergil, couldn’t you stay? I haven’t seen you in weeks.” I miss you.

“You know as well as I do that I can’t, Y/N. I have to get stronger.” Your husband’s usually calm voice held a touch of frustration, and his body tensed when you went to wrap your arms around his waist, hoping that your words would reach him.

“Power isn’t everything, Vergil. You can’t keep chasing after your father’s phantom. It’s too much to aim to be as strong as Sparda.” You pressed your forehead to the middle of his back, the fabric of his blue coat soft to the touch. “It’s okay to be human. It’s okay to embrace your humanity.”

“My humanity is what makes me weak. And it makes you weak, as well.” Vergil snarled, extracting himself from your embrace as he directed a glare at you.

Distraught, you leveled your own stubborn glare at your husband of two years. “Our humanity makes us weak? Our humanity is our love for one another. The happiness we share in each other’s presence. If emotions like that are considered a weakness, then what is my love to you? What am I to you that you could just toss me aside?”

“A burden.” Vergil hissed before stepping out the door, leaving you on the verge of tears and broken hearted in the home you shared.

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A month later the news network broadcasted the summoning of Temen Ni Gru, and you knew that you were about to lose Vergil permanently. Still, you hoped that you could bring him back to his senses, packing some supplies and the Totsuka as you set out to bring your wayward love home.

“Stupid jerk,” You growled, slicing through another demon as you made your way through the city and towards the ancient tower looming over everything. “I’m a fucking burden, huh? Well I’ll show you a fucking burden when I find you and beat the shit out of you for causing some much trouble!” Did he think that his actions were without consequences? So many people were dead because of all the demons roaming the city streets, and he was going to preach to you that you were a burden? You’d be damned if you just laid down and took Vergil’s bullshit.

“DO YOU HEAR ME VERGIL? I’M COMING FOR YOUR PRETTY ASS! AND YOU’RE GOING TO FUCKING APOLOGIZE FOR MAKING ME CRY!” You snarled, shouting into the night sky as you made mince meat out of the lesser demons.

“Well isn’t this a sight for sore eyes. I didn’t even know you were alive, Y/N.” A laid back, but suave voice called out from atop a raised road.

Your eyes left the sight of the carnage around you to look up for the voice’s source. The first thing that stuck out was the crimson colored coat draped over the man before you noticed that he looked a lot like your husband. On the man’s shoulder rest a familiar sword, and you couldn’t help the affectionate smile to come to your face. “Dante. I didn’t know you were alive, either. How have you been?”

“Been pretty bangin, all things considered. Got my own business now, so I think I’m doing fine.” Dante’s devil-may-care attitude was a breath of fresh air compared to the utter shit show that you’d been through in the recent years. “How about you? I see you got yourself a fancy sword and a… son of a bitch, is that a ring on your finger? You’re married?”

You winced a little and moved to hide your left hand from view, “Yeah… Got married like two years ago. The katana was a wedding gift.”

Dante gave a low whistle and dropped from the high platform to see you better, though he still had Rebellion out and ready just in case. “So does hubby know that you’re out here killing demons?”

At that you grumbled and glared at Temen Ni Gru, “No, hubby certainly doesn’t know I’m here. Hubby doesn’t even know I came to drag him back home.”

“Wait, wait, wait. Vergil? You’re married to Vergil? How the hell did you end up marrying Vergil!?” Dante looked like he was about to have a heart attack, and from the smell of pizza on him, you honestly wouldn’t have been surprised if your brother-in-law dropped dead in that moment.

“Despite his… power hungry tendencies as of late, Vergil and I were in love… or I was in love with him, at least.” You grumbled out an explanation the best you could for the meanwhile. “It’s a long story, but when you two lost your mother, I also lost my family. So Vergil and I just stuck together for years, and well… the heart wants what it wants, ya know?”

Dante nodded solemnly, looking like he understood that you just couldn’t disobey what your heart tells you. “Yeah, I get that. But what I don’t understand is how he could have gone so wrong with you by his side.”

“I don’t know, Dante. He got it in his head that power was what he needed to protect those who mattered to him, but… I think he’s lost sight of what he wanted.” There was a bitter smile on your lips as you started to journey forward with Dante in tow. “It’s a quality that you both share, being so stubborn, but his stubborness drove a rift between us. Last month, he told me that I was just a burden to him. And now, I’m here to prove to him that my love for him is absolute. That no matter what he does, I’ll always be there to drag him back home.”

“Well,” Dante smirked as he brought you in for a one armed hug, messing with your hair fondly, “Sounds like a plan. Let’s go stop your douchebag husband, Little Sis.”

“Little Sis?” You echoed, brows drawn together in confusion.

“Duh! You married my brother, so that makes you my little sis.” Dante explained, easily scaling the broken roads ahead of you, “Try to keep up, Y/N.”

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Several hours later, at the top of Temen Ni Gru

You grit your teeth as you sprinted up the last of the way to the top of Temen Ni Gru. You and Dante had been separated while fighting a horde of demons, and you had no doubt that your brother in law had made it to the top first.

Sprinting out of the entrance, you realized with some surprise that it had started raining heavily, though it did nothing to hide the fact that just across the platform, Vergil and Dante were locked into combat, the younger brother’s fist skewered onto the Yamato. “Jeebus cheese pizzas, the both of you are the worst. Why the hell did I marry into this family in the first place?” You complained vocally, throwing your voice so that both brothers could hear.

Vergil’s eyes met yours briefly before his attention was taken up by Dante grabbing the Yamato and throwing him away. Just as the elder twin was about to retaliate, a voice cut through the air.

“Wait!” Vergil paused in drawing the Yamato as a bald man with a heavy scar on his face appeared beside him. “We should leave. For the moment, we have all that we need.”

A growl cut through the air, and you were surprised to find that it was you who had let loose such a feral sound. “Who the hell is that, Vergil? Is that man the reason why you left home? Huh?” The demand came naturally when you were tired and emotionally in turmoil. “Has he manipulated you? Vergil!”

“Wife.” The title was said so coldly that you winced, though you kept your eyes on your husband. “Your humanity has done you a disservice. I chose this of my own will. No one can manipulate me, and I’m insulted that you could think it.”

“She is your wife, Vergil?” The man sneered at you with a creepy curiosity.

“She is naught but a burden now. A remnant of a time spent in naive content.” Vergil dismissed, turning in place to leave you at the top of Temmen Ni Gru.

“You’re just going to throw me away?” You demanded to know, disbelieving that Vergil would just abandon you after all the years you spent together. “We promised to love one another! That we would always be by each other’s side! I refuse to believe that everything was a lie!”

Vergil paused in his steps, but he didn’t turn back to look at you. “You better start, then, Y/N. Because I don’t need you anymore.”

“Come home, Vergil!” You pleaded, taking a step forward, “Come home, and we’ll try to work something out. You don’t have to do this!”

There was silence, and then the sound of a sword being loosened, and you had to quickly unsheathe Totsuka to block the Yamato as it descended to cleave you in two. Vergil struck again and you parried, familiar with the way that Vergil fought, though you lacked the speed needed to battle on par with him. Exhausted from the initial climb to the apex, you attempted to gain some distance by backing away.

An awful squelch pierced the air, and you found yourself staring down as the Yamato pierced your abdomen. “I have no home.” Vergil hissed before violently yanking the Yamato back and flicking it clear of your blood.

Though the wound would heal, you were struck with horror as you watched Vergil jump off the ledge. When he dropped, you did as well.

When Vergil had proposed to you, you had hoped that he would cast aside his lust for power.

…Nothing dies like hope.

———

The blow from the Yamato didn’t kill you, but it had left a scar where other injuries had not. At Dante’s behest, you retreated from Temen Ni Gru to let Dante handle Vergil, making your way back to the address that Dante had given you. During that span of time, you lamented at what had been lost between you and Vergil, but you couldn’t bring yourself to throw away your wedding ring.

By dawn, Temen Ni Gru had started to crumble, sealing the demon world away once more.

By dawn, when Dante and Lady returned, you were also gone, leaving only a note of farwell on the desk.

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[manygalaxiesinone]

Orphen 2020 looks great!

((Hee ho doods, Prinnyfrost reporting for duty!

First, I want to wish everyone a Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays. I hope this year has been a good one to you and if not, then hopefully things won’t get completely terrible in the future. We ARE about to enter a new decade after all. In the meantime, how about what we share what we got for gifts for the holiday?

I finally got a new phone which is good because apparently it was so outdated, the guy at the first store we went to get the new ones kinda laughed a little bit and sighed. That’s how I know my phone was pretty much ancient.

I have been enjoying it so far by pretty much just playing Pokemon Masters and Digimon Re:Arise. I’m enjoying them so far, but it wouldn’t surprise me if it starts to fade at some point like other mobile games I’ve played. At least now I’ve completed the trifecta of childhood with the inclusion of Yugioh Duel Links on my tablet.

I also got the new Mario and Sonic game for the Switch. I’m enjoying it so far as well, but I have been having troubles with some of the timings of the buttons in certain mini games. I hope it’s not an actual delay on the button pushing in the games or we may have some problems.

Finally, my brother decided to get me more Orphen, like he did last year. This time, he ended up getting me the first 2 volumes of the rebooted series that’s supposed to get an anime sometime next year,

and after reading the manga, my hype for it just changed from manageable into overdrive! No joke, I’m really looking forward to the return of this series and hoping it’ll gain recognition. So, I figured it might be fun to talk about what I’ve read and the changes from it and the original series.

Something to keep in mind, this will contain spoilers from both the original and the remake, so if you want to read it for yourself first or wait for the anime to come out and watch it, then I’d advise avoiding the rest of this post. For those who don’t care, let’s get started.

We start off with Orphen dreaming about his childhood at the Tower of Fang with his best friend, Azalie. Yeah, in this story, they’re close friends instead of adoptive siblings, which is something I found odd because this was one of the changes in the original Orphen anime, while in the original manga, they consider each other as siblings even though they’re not related by blood.

He’s soon woken up by Volcan and Dortin, who are pretty much the same as they were before except possibly one little detail. I could be wrong about this, but I think in the original story, the two of them ran away from home together (most likely Volcan’s idea), but in this story, it’s revealed that the two brothers were not only disowned by their family, but also exiled out of their home. It’s not explained why, but I do believe it’s most likely Volcan’s doing. Anyway, they wake him up in order to get him involved with some crazy scheme to pay of their debts,

because it worked so well the last time. The plan is to disguise Orphen as a successful business owner (even though he’s actually a money loaner), and take part of a marriage interview to get hitched to Mariabella Everlasting.

For those who might not remember, Mariabella is Cleo’s calm and kindhearted older sister. Now I do remember in the original manga that Orphen was asked to marry her and Cleo was on board with it, but he refused. The plan was busted when Cleo eavesdropped on Ophen, Volcan, and Dortin’s conversation while they were alone in another room, but she didn’t turn them in right away as she got curious of their true motives. That is until they were attacked by the Bloody August, the dragon monster that Azalie turns into after a failed experiment with the sword of baltanders. I’ll be honest, when I first saw it,it was a bit unsettling for me. Not because it was scary, but because it looks well...

like that which reminds me a bit of...

yeah...and it gets worse considering what happens near the end of the second volume. It did leave without anyone getting harmed, but Orphen, Volcan, and Dortin are still arrested for fraud, vandalism, and a few other fines, most likely property damage and attempted theft. They spent 3 nights there until Cleo comes to bail them out in exchange to protect her family as they’re being targeted for assassination. Orphen agrees and then returns to the pub where Magnus and his father runs in order to recover more, which i where it’s revealed that unlike in the original where Magnus has at least a few lessons under his belt, here Orphen never accepted him as a student until he made the offer for it. And this is pretty much the only amount of screen time he’s getting until the end of the next volume. Sucks, huh? They went back to the Everlasting household in order to find the sword of baltanders...

only to find out that they have more swords than in Yosuke’s hall closet, which would make finding the darn thing like finding a needle in a haystack. Then when they come outside for a bit, they run into the black tiger, which is still being portrayed by Hartia (and yes, he’s still called “shrimp”) and well it’s time for another compare and contrast.

This is what Hartia’s Black Tiger costume looks like in the original series, both in the anime and in the manga.

And this is what it looks like now. It’s kind of the same with him riding on some ox or bull, and with his shirt, but the folds on the cape are gone, part of his face is out and he has a fake beard now. To me personally, it looks goofier than the original costume, which arguably works better, considering it’s Hartia we’re talking about, but I do like the original costume more for the more dangerous and mysterious vibes it’s meant to give off, only to be foiled in the end by not being taken seriously. The new scythe does look pretty cool though. I want one. After fighting him a bit, he discovers that he’s just a decoy and heads back inside to find another assassin who is indeed Childman. Now Childman’s new design is something I feel a bit off about. When people saw the new anime trailer, they mentioned how younger he looks compared to before, which I don’t really see. He looks the same age to me and even so, he’s not even that old. He’s only in his early twenties. Childman on the other hand looks kind of younger yet older at the same time? I don’t know.

This is what Childman looks like in the original series,

And this is what he looks like now (person on the left). He kinda looks like this series version of All Might after he used too much of his powers. I showed this to my brother and he said it makes sense for him since he’s not all buff like before, but I don’t know. What do you guys think? So anyway, the two fight and I gotta say, I felt a surge of nostalgia after seeing the return of some of the spells like Sword of Light, Halo Armor, and even the Sword of the Fallen Devil! I’m not joking! Childman leaves, which resulted in Orphen saving Mariabella and Orphen goes to the Tower of Fang to have a little chat with Hartia. Something else I should point out, it’s been revealed in this story that while they are among the top schools in magic, it’s in fact not the only one. From the looks of it, there’s likely one in every continent, which makes me wonder if we’re going to see different categories of spells at some point. In the original manga, Magnus explains that voice magic is what they’re teaching at the Tower of Fang and it’s divided into two subcategories, Dark magic, which allows the user to control the elements around them, and white magic which controls the body, soul, and even time itself. Like I pointed out in my Orphen and Shantae crossover, pretty much anyone can learn dark magic no problem, but white magic is some seriously powerful stuff not to be taken for granted and Azalie excels in both. Speaking of voice magic, Orphen explains that you don’t really need to shout the exact name of the spell you’re using, just some focus and access to, well your voice. So if we ever do end up getting a new game from this reboot, I’m hoping for an option to include our own preferred shouts for spells.

I’m totally going to yell “Persona” for one of the elemental spirit spells. Anyway, after Orphen’s little conversation with Hartia (which went sour by the way), he goes to look for Cleo, Volcan, and Dortin who took off while they were waiting on him. Turns out, they decided to go eat, and after a while, Hartia shows up to cause havoc again, but Cleo steps in and fights him in a duel until Orphen shows up. Now let me just say this one thing about the new Cleo...

I know it’s still the first volume, so things might change latter on, but right now I gotta say, I FUCKING LOVE CLEO!!! While she still has her rage and mischievous moments, instead of the annoying spoiled brat from before, this Cleo is more sweet, energetic, and potentially bad-ass. She genuinely wants to help Orphen out because it’s the nice thing to do and instead of before where she may have but a little experience with a sword despite her aggressive attitude, here Cleo has actually learned how to use a sword at school and is the starter member in the club she’s in. When I first read that I couldn’t help but think that’s probably why her father got her the sword of Baltanders for Cleo’s 18th birthday in this version as she’s an actual decent sword fighter and is willing to trust his daughter to be mature enough one day to look after it, but no. It’s revealed in the next volume that Childman left it in her father’s care for safe keeping. And speaking of the sword itself, it’s been revealed like in the original manga, that it’s able to cut anyone into anything the user wants, and also that Azalie screwed it up because she got distracted by the pain the blade was causing her (here’s a hint, don’t stab yourself in the chest with it like you’re a spawn of Sparda), but honestly I like the explanation from the anime more, that the sword is incomplete and can’t be wielded properly on its own and even when completed, it could potentially harm the wielder. That makes more sense to me on how even skilled sorcerers wouldn’t be able to handle the sword. With the original story, it kinda creates some plot holes for me. If anyone can use the sword to change anyone to anything they want then... 1. Why didn’t Azalie tell Orphen to use the sword to change her back to normal in case the experiment goes wrong? 2. The Tower of Fang wanted to kill Azalie to get rid of a possible stain on their reputation. Why not just use the sword to turn her back as quick as possible? I get the sword is forbidden, but wouldn’t killing off a student just to cover something up be extremely shady, thus making their reputation seem worse? I mean they had 5 years to do it from the looks of it. 3. I get Childman went along with the plan to hunt down Azalie in order to please the hire ups when he was actually trying to save her. Why not just tell Orphen the location of the sword in secret while no one’s watching, get him to track down Azalie and cut her, thus turning her back to normal? 4. Why doesn’t Childman himself do it in secret? Just explain that he has to go on an important journey or something and remain hidden from the eyes of the higher up sorcerers. 5. I get that Azalie’s mind became more corrupted the longer she remained in the dragon form, but why didn’t she use the sword to turn both Childman and herself back to normal after switching bodies with him, getting the sword, and having their one on one battle with him? Like Orphen said near the end of volume 2, she basically killed Childman. 6. Finally, why not tell Orphen in secret about the body switch and how the sword works in order to turn her and Childman back to normal after switching bodies? Once again, I understand that her mind has been corrupted due to the transformation, but at the end of the second volume, he does show possible hints of guilt and the fact that she didn’t want things to end like it did, so why not turn to the one guy you could trust in secret and explain everything?

Despite this, I find this to be a rather enjoyable read and I can’t wait for the anime release. So until then, happy holidays, and stay safe everyone.))

[vergilsangel]

Sacrificial Lamb: Chapter 2

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Summary: Vergil is trying to claim the power of Sparda, but he needs a human sacrifice to do so. Arkham chose a woman to be the sacrifice, but her behavior towards death is quite curious to Vergil. How does he react when he learns this woman WANTS to die?

Rating: M Warnings: Mentions of suicide, character with suicidal tendencies. Rating it M because of this.

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Chapter 2

Trish gazed out at the city as the storm clouds rolled in. While she was grateful for grabbing her jacket, she knew it would be of little use against the rain. But ultimately, it would be a small annoyance. The sun slowly set and the lights in the city came on. Finally, she looked over at Vergil who stood quietly beside her. Arkham had gone off to deal with something in the tower.

“You said your brother is coming?” She asked and Vergil nodded.

“And exactly when will he get here?” She asked, but Vergil gave her no answer this time. Letting out a sigh, she started to look at the stone statues around them, walking a little ways away from him.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Vergil asked.

“Looking at the statues. These ones kind of look like dragons and I love dragons.” Came her answer. Vergil looked at her then at the overhanging statues that appeared to be hooks of some kind. They did look like dragons. Vergil walked over to her, gazing up at the one she was looking at.

“Have you ever seen a real dragon?” He asked, already suspecting he knew the answer. The truth was he hadn’t either, but he’d seen demons that bore a striking resemblance to the mythical creatures.

“No.” Trish said a bit sadly. She looked over at him.

“Have you seen any? Do they even exist?” She asked, perking up slightly, and Vergil shook his head.

“I have not encountered any and I do not believe they exist.” Trish let out a sigh of disappointment.

“Too bad. That would’ve been-“ She stopped and gripped him as a large creature floated by.

“What the hell is that?!” Vergil looked at the large whale-like creature. It had four red eyes, an alligator-like head, with two fins and three tails.

“Leviathan. It was awakened with the tower.” Vergil answered and looked at her. She let him go and watched it float around the tower.

“How the hell is it flying?” She asked more to herself than her blue-clad companion. Vergil watched as her initial fear turned to wonder.

“It is a demon. Demons have a variety of different powers.” Vergil answered her. Trish looked up at him then back at the demon as it disappeared into the clouds. As she tossed his words about in her mind, she looked back to him.

“You said you were trying to get the power of your father. Does that mean your father was a demon?” Vergil’s gaze turned cold and she wondered if maybe she had said something wrong. He turned his attention back towards the city and she wondered if she would get an answer or not.

“He was.” He finally answered and Trish tilted her head.

“So, that makes you at least half. Do you have powers then?” Trish vaguely wondered if maybe she was asking too many questions for her own good. She had a brief moment where she thought that maybe she was being too annoying asking him all these questions about himself and his family. But if she was going to die for him, she felt that she had a right to know.

“I do. Perhaps when I fight my brother, you will see them.” Vergil answered and she nodded. The sun finally set and Trish couldn’t help but feel a wave of sadness rush through her. This was the last time she would see it set. She looked up at the sky, but it was covered in clouds. Too bad. She had hoped to see the stars one last time.

“When my brother arrives. I want you to take cover. I know the battle will get a little…heated and I don’t want you caught in the middle of it.” Vergil said and looked at her.

“I don’t want you dying before we can break the seal.” He added and Trish nodded, looking around. The smaller reaper-like statues looked solid enough, but if this battle would get as bad as Vergil said it would, she would still be in the way even if she hid behind them.

“Those reaper statues don’t look very solid.” She mused.

“They will be enough. If you hide behind one, I will keep the battle away from it. My brother uses guns so you will have to stay behind it until I say.” Vergil said and Trish nodded. She looked out at the city again, watching as the moon peaked between the clouds in the sky. Vergil studied her, trying to read her. Any other captive would be struggling to escape or begging for their lives. But not her. He was just about to ask her why when he heard a door shut from below.

“Take cover. My brother is here.” Vergil ordered. Trish’s eyes widened and she hid behind one of the reaper statues. She felt a drop, then another, and in the next moment it was pouring rain. Footsteps echoed as someone came up the walkway and soon they stopped at the top of the stairs.

“You showed up.” Vergil stated. Trish couldn’t help it, she peeked around the statue and saw a man clad in a red trench coat with black pants and black boots. Her eyes widened when she realized he was a twin image of Vergil except his hair wasn’t spiked.

“You sure know how to throw a party! No food. No drinks. And the only babe just left.” The man said.

“My sincerest apologies, brother. I was so eager to see you I couldn’t concentrate on preparations for the bash.” Vergil replied. Trish loved their banter, but soon she felt the energy turn.

“Whatever. At any rate, it’s been a whole year since we last met. How about a kiss from your little brother? Or better yet, how about a kiss from this?” The red-clad man held up a gun, aiming it at Vergil and Trish’s eyes widened.

“So, this is what they call a heartwarming family reunion, eh?” Vergil’s brother asked.

“You got that right.” Vergil answered and drew his sword. The brothers fought against each other and Trish took cover behind the statue once more. She wanted to watch, but the thought of possibly getting in the way kept her hidden. Finally, she glanced around the statue once more, seeing the brothers fighting. Her eyes were drawn to Vergil who seemed to be moving effortlessly in the fight. She watched the way he moved, how he easily parried his brother’s attacks.

The rain had flattened his hair so now if it weren’t for the different colored coats, Trish wouldn’t be able to tell a difference between the twins. Vergil kept his word and kept the battle away from the statue she was hidden behind. Vergil’s brother was thrown against one of the other reaper statues and quickly drew his gun, firing several shots at Vergil. Vergil spun his sword, catching the bullets, before lining them up on the ground with his sword and sending them back towards his brother. His brother raised his sword and brought it down, splitting the bullets in half and they landed harmlessly behind him.

“Why do you refuse to gain power? The power of our father, Sparda?” Vergil asked as his brother stood. His brother only chuckled and shook his head.

“Father? I don’t have a father. I just don’t like you, that’s all.” Vergil’s brother replied. They clashed swords once more and sparks flew as they strained against one another. Finally, Vergil sent his brother’s sword flying and stabbed him through the stomach making Trish gasp softly.

“Foolishness, Dante. Foolishness. Might controls everything and without strength, you cannot protect anything. Let alone yourself.” Vergil said and pushed his brother backwards off his sword. As his brother, Dante, fell, Vergil reached out and pulled something off his neck. When Dante reached out, Vergil cut his hand. Trish saw the way Vergil looked at the item, she couldn’t see what it was, but it was clearly important to Vergil. Vergil swept his hair back and turned to leave. He grabbed Dante’s sword just as Dante started to get up, but before Dante could get all the way up, Vergil quickly stabbed him through the chest with the sword. Trish’s eyes widened as she watched, surprised at how coldly Vergil attacked his own brother. Vergil stood over his brother before turning to see Arkham standing there.

“Do you finally have it?” Arkham asked and Vergil nodded, pocketing the item.

“Yes, now the spell Sparda cast will be broken.” Vergil said and started walking away from Dante.

“Trish, you may come out now.” Vergil called and Trish went over to him, looking towards where Dante lay. Vergil looked down at her and knew she had seen most of the battle between he and his brother. Trish’s eyes widened as the sword in Dante’s chest changed and she gasped as it was forcefully pushed from his chest and water surrounded him. Vergil only reacted because of her gasp, whirling around and pulling up Yamato to block his brother’s attack, Yamato embedding halfway through Dante’s fist that had been aimed at him. Trish took a step away from them, her eyes wide. How could this man survive that?

“I see a devil inside you has awakened as well.” Vergil said with a smirk. Trish watched as Dante’s hand wriggled and freed itself from Yamato’s blade and she felt sick. Dante grabbed the sword and tried to throw Vergil backwards, but Vergil flipped and landed gracefully. Just before he went back to fighting his brother, Vergil was stopped by Arkham.

“Wait. We should leave. For the moment we have all that we need.” Arkham said and Vergil put away his sword. They watched as Dante took a couple steps towards them, pulsing with energy. Trish felt the energy pulsing from Dante and took a step back. Just what had she gotten herself into? An arm went around her waist and she looked to see Vergil looking down at her.

“Hold onto me.” He ordered and Trish wrapped her arms around his neck as he picked her up bridal style. Vergil carried her to the edge and for a brief moment, Trish thought that was how he was going to kill her. Instead, Vergil jumped and she whimpered, hiding her face against his neck.

“Why are you afraid? Do you not have confidence that I will keep hold of you?” Vergil asked and Trish glared at him.

“Why am I afraid? You just jumped off a damned tower! And we’re-shit!” Trish broke off her rant as she mistakenly looked down. She gripped Vergil harder and hid her face again, trembling in his arms.

“I won’t let anything happen to you before the ceremony. You have my word. You needn’t fear.” Vergil said to her, but Trish couldn’t help but feel the terror of falling. Vergil held her protectively and if she hadn’t been so scared, she would’ve been touched at how compassionate he could be. They landed and Vergil looked at her.

“We’re on the ground now.” He said and Trish slowly pulled away. They were outside the tower entrance and Trish relaxed as she looked up from where they had fallen from. Vergil set her down and she let him go.

“Are you alright?” He asked and she nodded, not trusting her voice yet.

“I told you, didn’t I? I won’t let anything happen to you before the ceremony.” He reaffirmed to her as he and Arkham started towards the stairs. Trish looked behind them and saw nothing but darkness. If she wanted to, she had the perfect chance to escape. But escape to what? She thought of her life back home and knew it wasn’t where she wanted to be. As she gazed into the darkness, she thought about what Vergil had told her. What her purpose here was.

Vergil didn’t hear her walking so he turned to look. He saw her looking into the darkness and he wondered if she was pondering escape. As he watched, he was curious what her decision would be. Would she try and escape? Trish turned back and followed them and Vergil saw an expression he hadn’t expected to see. She was hopeful? He watched her follow Arkham and he wondered just what she was thinking. She had been a strange captive from the beginning and he wondered why she wasn’t giving them any trouble. His mind drifted back to having her in his arms as they fell. How scared she was. Before he could go further with these thoughts, he pushed them aside. There was no use getting attached to her. She would be gone soon enough and he would have his power.

However, he had one more loose end to clean up before he could attain his power. A loose end named Arkham.

[sakuraharunogirl]

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