Love & Betrayal
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+A through F › Devil May Cry
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,243
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Love & Betrayal
Disclaimer: DMC is owned by Capcom, when I win the lottery I will own Capcom…I WISH
Haures is mine…I love the little evil ones
Summary: a (fluffy for the most part) Sparda/Mundus fic, of how they started as lovers to become enemies
A/N: usually I class hatchlings as below 500 and in this Mundus is around that age, Sparda is slightly older at 1500, give or take
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The hatchling silently padded from his room, wincing in pain, he was not allowed to heal his wounds, so they were still open and being aggravated by his movements, but he did not want to stay in his room; he pulled his thin robe about him more, covering his abused body as he padded to the main library and opened the door, looking around tentatively, then he spotted the one that he had been searching for.
Alastor slammed another book down in front of the young devil he was mentoring; his pupil had great potential, however he lacked the interest in magic that he had in swordsmanship, and therefore was making both of their lives very difficult.
“Sparda just concentrate,” he growled in annoyance, his temper fraying, lightening crackling at his hands, ready to shock the young devil into working.
Sparda sighed and was a bout to try again but his attention turned to the young hatchling that was slowly making his way over to them; he sighed softly in relief, glad to get away from Alastor, even for a short while. He moved to Mundus and hugged him gently, knowing the painful wounds his father had undoubtedly put on him.
Mundus melted into his secret lover’s arms; if his insane brutal father was ever to find out of their being together then they would both suffer, but the hatchling did not worry about that now, it was good to go to someone who cared for him, after the vicious rapings and beatings he received daily.
“Don’t,” Mundus said softly as Sparda started to pull the robe away; “You know you will only want to heal them when you see and he will get angry and hurt me more.”
Alastor moved to them and handed him a vial, “Drink this, may not heal you, but at least you won’t feel the pain.” He looked at the young heir, amazed at how such a sweet young hatchling could be sired by such an evil bastard.
Mundus downed the potion and gave the mage a small grateful smile as the pain faded.
Sparda smiled to him softly as he yawned, “Come on little prince, you should get as much sleep as you can, you know what will happen if you don’t wake early to train.”
Mundus sighed and nodded, knowing full well the torture he would receive if he did not report to Ifrit first thing in he morning.
Alastor shook his head a little, “Alright, it is getting early, off to bed with you and we will continue this in the morning.”
Sparda sighed, knowing he would be unable to get out of it, no matter how much he tried. So he just silently got up and took Mundus back to his room.
Sparda hung the robe up as Mundus got into bed, the older devil winced inwardly seeing the extent of his wounds, he swore to himself that when he was strong enough he would kill Haures and free the demon realm from his rule; he sighed and sat with Mundus for a while and held the younger close.
Mundus smiled softly, he always felt comforted in Sparda’s presence and he nuzzled closer to the one he loved.
“No longer a hatchling in a week,” Sparda commented softly, “You will be able to choose a mate.”
“I have already chosen,” Mundus said, looking up to Sparda, and smiled soft.
Sparda sighed, “You know he would never allow it,” he stated, “He would expect him to have you. We both know that it is not right to mate outside of the family, he despises the idea more than most, he wouldn’t want you to weaken your bloodline.”
Mundus looked at him flatly, “I don’t care if he doesn’t approve,” he stated.
“Watch your words,” Sparda cautioned.
“Yes,” Haures said stepping into the room, “One might over hear.”
Both young devils averted their gaze to the floor, Sparda shifted closer to Mundus, holding him protectively.
Haures moved to them and shoved Sparda away then struck Mundus hard, his sharp claws gashing the younger’s face then pulled him u[ and hissed in a dangerous voice, “if I ever hear you talk like that again, you will never talk again.”
Mundus stared at him fearfully and nodded, “Of course…Master,” he said softly, looking away, catching a glimpse of Sparda who had not moved since he collided with the floor.
Haures threw Mundus down and he his the marble table with a sickening, loud crack and he stalked to Sparda and picked him up by the throat.
Sparda glared openly, unafraid of the ruler of hell as the large talon like claws dug deep into his neck.
“You will stay away from my son,” he hissed darkly.
Sparda gave an awkward smirk, “strange, that’s what my parents said to you, before you killed them.” He was thrown across the room.
“You ungrateful little whelp,” Haures sneered, “I should have killed you along with them, but I let you live, now I see my mistake.” He smirked darkly and drew a hand back to dig his claws into his chest and eviscerate him slowly.
Mundus saw this move and moved fast to pull at Haures’ arm to stop him, “no, don’t kill him, please…” he pleaded, “I promise I won’t go near him again, just let him live…please…take it out on me…” Mundus pleaded, sinking to his knees, “I won’t look to anyone but you again, I swear,” he pleaded; now nuzzling against the ancient devil’s clothed crotch shamelessly.
Haures kneed him in the head and kicked him away, “Enough,” he sneered and was about to do more when a mix of flame and lightening attacked him from behind, making him drop Sparda, who immediately rolled away and moved to the side of the other devils.
Haures sneered at them and moved to attack Mundus but the room was filled with flashes of dark lightening, which knocked him away from the younger.
Alastor blinked and stared at Sparda, as the young devil moved to Mundus and blinked at his expression, “Told you I could do it,” he smirked as the four teleported out to a portal and went through to the human world.
“He is still unable to come through here,” Alastor said, “The wards are still strong…”
“But they will not last forever, he will find a way,” Mundus stated softly.
“Let him come, it will be his final mistake,” Sparda said darkly.
“Patience,” Alastor cautioned, “you are far from ready to face someone as powerful as Haures.”
Sparda, ever the impatient one sighed irritably, “But with the four of us, surely we can defeat him.”
“He’s too strong,” Mundus said, his voice small, as if he had been beaten into submission for similar thoughts, “You wouldn’t last five minutes in a battle against him.”
“Too strong for now,” Ifrit agreed, “but we will both train you and you will get stronger.”
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Haures is mine…I love the little evil ones
Summary: a (fluffy for the most part) Sparda/Mundus fic, of how they started as lovers to become enemies
A/N: usually I class hatchlings as below 500 and in this Mundus is around that age, Sparda is slightly older at 1500, give or take
~*~*~
The hatchling silently padded from his room, wincing in pain, he was not allowed to heal his wounds, so they were still open and being aggravated by his movements, but he did not want to stay in his room; he pulled his thin robe about him more, covering his abused body as he padded to the main library and opened the door, looking around tentatively, then he spotted the one that he had been searching for.
Alastor slammed another book down in front of the young devil he was mentoring; his pupil had great potential, however he lacked the interest in magic that he had in swordsmanship, and therefore was making both of their lives very difficult.
“Sparda just concentrate,” he growled in annoyance, his temper fraying, lightening crackling at his hands, ready to shock the young devil into working.
Sparda sighed and was a bout to try again but his attention turned to the young hatchling that was slowly making his way over to them; he sighed softly in relief, glad to get away from Alastor, even for a short while. He moved to Mundus and hugged him gently, knowing the painful wounds his father had undoubtedly put on him.
Mundus melted into his secret lover’s arms; if his insane brutal father was ever to find out of their being together then they would both suffer, but the hatchling did not worry about that now, it was good to go to someone who cared for him, after the vicious rapings and beatings he received daily.
“Don’t,” Mundus said softly as Sparda started to pull the robe away; “You know you will only want to heal them when you see and he will get angry and hurt me more.”
Alastor moved to them and handed him a vial, “Drink this, may not heal you, but at least you won’t feel the pain.” He looked at the young heir, amazed at how such a sweet young hatchling could be sired by such an evil bastard.
Mundus downed the potion and gave the mage a small grateful smile as the pain faded.
Sparda smiled to him softly as he yawned, “Come on little prince, you should get as much sleep as you can, you know what will happen if you don’t wake early to train.”
Mundus sighed and nodded, knowing full well the torture he would receive if he did not report to Ifrit first thing in he morning.
Alastor shook his head a little, “Alright, it is getting early, off to bed with you and we will continue this in the morning.”
Sparda sighed, knowing he would be unable to get out of it, no matter how much he tried. So he just silently got up and took Mundus back to his room.
Sparda hung the robe up as Mundus got into bed, the older devil winced inwardly seeing the extent of his wounds, he swore to himself that when he was strong enough he would kill Haures and free the demon realm from his rule; he sighed and sat with Mundus for a while and held the younger close.
Mundus smiled softly, he always felt comforted in Sparda’s presence and he nuzzled closer to the one he loved.
“No longer a hatchling in a week,” Sparda commented softly, “You will be able to choose a mate.”
“I have already chosen,” Mundus said, looking up to Sparda, and smiled soft.
Sparda sighed, “You know he would never allow it,” he stated, “He would expect him to have you. We both know that it is not right to mate outside of the family, he despises the idea more than most, he wouldn’t want you to weaken your bloodline.”
Mundus looked at him flatly, “I don’t care if he doesn’t approve,” he stated.
“Watch your words,” Sparda cautioned.
“Yes,” Haures said stepping into the room, “One might over hear.”
Both young devils averted their gaze to the floor, Sparda shifted closer to Mundus, holding him protectively.
Haures moved to them and shoved Sparda away then struck Mundus hard, his sharp claws gashing the younger’s face then pulled him u[ and hissed in a dangerous voice, “if I ever hear you talk like that again, you will never talk again.”
Mundus stared at him fearfully and nodded, “Of course…Master,” he said softly, looking away, catching a glimpse of Sparda who had not moved since he collided with the floor.
Haures threw Mundus down and he his the marble table with a sickening, loud crack and he stalked to Sparda and picked him up by the throat.
Sparda glared openly, unafraid of the ruler of hell as the large talon like claws dug deep into his neck.
“You will stay away from my son,” he hissed darkly.
Sparda gave an awkward smirk, “strange, that’s what my parents said to you, before you killed them.” He was thrown across the room.
“You ungrateful little whelp,” Haures sneered, “I should have killed you along with them, but I let you live, now I see my mistake.” He smirked darkly and drew a hand back to dig his claws into his chest and eviscerate him slowly.
Mundus saw this move and moved fast to pull at Haures’ arm to stop him, “no, don’t kill him, please…” he pleaded, “I promise I won’t go near him again, just let him live…please…take it out on me…” Mundus pleaded, sinking to his knees, “I won’t look to anyone but you again, I swear,” he pleaded; now nuzzling against the ancient devil’s clothed crotch shamelessly.
Haures kneed him in the head and kicked him away, “Enough,” he sneered and was about to do more when a mix of flame and lightening attacked him from behind, making him drop Sparda, who immediately rolled away and moved to the side of the other devils.
Haures sneered at them and moved to attack Mundus but the room was filled with flashes of dark lightening, which knocked him away from the younger.
Alastor blinked and stared at Sparda, as the young devil moved to Mundus and blinked at his expression, “Told you I could do it,” he smirked as the four teleported out to a portal and went through to the human world.
“He is still unable to come through here,” Alastor said, “The wards are still strong…”
“But they will not last forever, he will find a way,” Mundus stated softly.
“Let him come, it will be his final mistake,” Sparda said darkly.
“Patience,” Alastor cautioned, “you are far from ready to face someone as powerful as Haures.”
Sparda, ever the impatient one sighed irritably, “But with the four of us, surely we can defeat him.”
“He’s too strong,” Mundus said, his voice small, as if he had been beaten into submission for similar thoughts, “You wouldn’t last five minutes in a battle against him.”
“Too strong for now,” Ifrit agreed, “but we will both train you and you will get stronger.”
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