Suffering Sins
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+A through F › Devil May Cry
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
3,765
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Disclaimer:
I do not own the Devil May Cry game series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Sufferin Sins ~ Prelude: Memory Of The Past
Suffering Sins
----Disclaimer----
Don't own Devil May Cry or its characters and its a damned good thing I don't ^^ No profit out of this.....or even close lol
This fanfiction takes place at the end of Devil May Cry 3 (so if you havn't finished the game you might not want to read) but diverges into a different storyline not following the other two games.
This will contain these throughout parts of this story(only Violence so far): Violence, Rape, Incest, Abuse and a serious dose of Angstahol...you have been warned XD
Prelude
Metal rung out against metal loudly in the oozing and pulsating cavern of Hell. Along a flowing stream of blood, a most epic battle between polar opposites raged. They are so different and yet still so alike; one red with a fiery passion, the other blue, cold and calculating. So similar the pair it seemed as if it was a dance between a man and his twisted mirror image. So perfect was the dance that it seemed that the masterful play would go on for all eternity with out so much as a brief pause.
A sinfully fierce grin dominated the one in red's features as he dueled in perfection to his counterpart, who displayed an icy smirk. The cold one rarely ever allowed emotion to affect him, it would only get the best of him whilst in a duel without mercy against his other, more emotion half. The cold one could barely even be called human for many knew of his great talent and joy in pain and cruelty, yet he is almost human when he is with his twin soul....although he never will be human again after the terrible tragedy that befell their ill fated family. Truly the Icy one is never more alive than in these moments where he can battle with his Blood Fire, as he once did before the cataclysm that stole his very soul from his body. Distracted by the reminiscing the Cool collected one did something he had not done in such a long time: think back to the time before pain and remembered something good of it....
'Dante...' Barely a whisper of emotion in his mind that caused a grievous error, The Blue one was blind to his environment and its pitfalls. He placed his foot where they was only air....the bloody river flowed down over a cliff into the deeper pits of Hell, and certain death. His foot slipped backwards slightly, giving an opening his fiery dance partner he could not ignore. The red one's blade sliced into the stomach of the Cold one sending him falling backwards completely over the cliff face. Surprisingly an emotion wretched itself out from the Cool one's control; shock spread on his face. He had not expected to be bested or worse still lose control of his emotions.
"Vergil!" The Red one yelled out worriedly as he rushed over to quickly grab the once Calm one as he slipped over the edge. His hand reached out and caught the Cool one's sword by the blade, deeply cutting into his palm creating a line of red that flowed onto the blade and down to the Red one's Other Half.
"Uh...Dante?" The Blue Half barely whispered out his Other Half's name in surprise and confusion that his Other Half actually reached out to him. The Blue one could not understand why his brother would care. 'Emotions Are A Weakness' was the Cold one's motto for most of his life, but the determination that was etched on his Soul's half didn't seem to care about what the Cold one thought of emotions. That determination was suddenly replaced with a look of utter horror that centered not on the Cold one, but below and behind him. The Cool one turned his head slowly to regard what would cause such a drastic change in his brother's expression and he came to look upon a horrendously disgusting and bulbous demon reaching up from the deeper Hell with five long slimy and barbed tentacles aimed for the older twin. Two of the tentacles wrapped tightly around the Cold one's legs, two more around his waist and upper body while the last tentacle wrapped around his throat piercing his neck with tiny droplets of blood and cutting off anything else that he might have said. The tentacles pulled him down slowly, even as the younger brother grunted and struggled to keep his Soul from falling completely into the demon's lower Hell. The Older twin's sword began cutting much deeper into his hand, all the way to the bone. Blood gushed out from the rather nasty wound to stream down the sword's blade slicking it. Faster than the younger twin could react, the Blue one was ripped downward and his sword slipped out of his twin's torn hand. He fell back completely into the monstrous demon's clutches and quickly pulled into the deeper recesses of Hell out of view.
"Vergil!" The now lone twin yelled out for his own flesh and blood, yet it was already too late as his brother was already gone as was his link to this Hell.
"VERGIL!" The twin screamed out in anguish. The cry was very pained as he fully was transported back to the human world, his world...or at least it was.
"Vergil...not again...can't lose you again....Please...nooo.." Barely could be heard floating on the wind as a great grief overcame the once strong, carefree twin as he truly realized that his Soul was lost to him once again, this time forever. Tears welled up threatening to spill over as the pained Half collapsed onto the pavement in utter defeat. He allowed those tears to fall down his checks while he mourned the loss of his half he could never have....
To be continued...
----Disclaimer----
Don't own Devil May Cry or its characters and its a damned good thing I don't ^^ No profit out of this.....or even close lol
This fanfiction takes place at the end of Devil May Cry 3 (so if you havn't finished the game you might not want to read) but diverges into a different storyline not following the other two games.
This will contain these throughout parts of this story(only Violence so far): Violence, Rape, Incest, Abuse and a serious dose of Angstahol...you have been warned XD
Prelude
Metal rung out against metal loudly in the oozing and pulsating cavern of Hell. Along a flowing stream of blood, a most epic battle between polar opposites raged. They are so different and yet still so alike; one red with a fiery passion, the other blue, cold and calculating. So similar the pair it seemed as if it was a dance between a man and his twisted mirror image. So perfect was the dance that it seemed that the masterful play would go on for all eternity with out so much as a brief pause.
A sinfully fierce grin dominated the one in red's features as he dueled in perfection to his counterpart, who displayed an icy smirk. The cold one rarely ever allowed emotion to affect him, it would only get the best of him whilst in a duel without mercy against his other, more emotion half. The cold one could barely even be called human for many knew of his great talent and joy in pain and cruelty, yet he is almost human when he is with his twin soul....although he never will be human again after the terrible tragedy that befell their ill fated family. Truly the Icy one is never more alive than in these moments where he can battle with his Blood Fire, as he once did before the cataclysm that stole his very soul from his body. Distracted by the reminiscing the Cool collected one did something he had not done in such a long time: think back to the time before pain and remembered something good of it....
'Dante...' Barely a whisper of emotion in his mind that caused a grievous error, The Blue one was blind to his environment and its pitfalls. He placed his foot where they was only air....the bloody river flowed down over a cliff into the deeper pits of Hell, and certain death. His foot slipped backwards slightly, giving an opening his fiery dance partner he could not ignore. The red one's blade sliced into the stomach of the Cold one sending him falling backwards completely over the cliff face. Surprisingly an emotion wretched itself out from the Cool one's control; shock spread on his face. He had not expected to be bested or worse still lose control of his emotions.
"Vergil!" The Red one yelled out worriedly as he rushed over to quickly grab the once Calm one as he slipped over the edge. His hand reached out and caught the Cool one's sword by the blade, deeply cutting into his palm creating a line of red that flowed onto the blade and down to the Red one's Other Half.
"Uh...Dante?" The Blue Half barely whispered out his Other Half's name in surprise and confusion that his Other Half actually reached out to him. The Blue one could not understand why his brother would care. 'Emotions Are A Weakness' was the Cold one's motto for most of his life, but the determination that was etched on his Soul's half didn't seem to care about what the Cold one thought of emotions. That determination was suddenly replaced with a look of utter horror that centered not on the Cold one, but below and behind him. The Cool one turned his head slowly to regard what would cause such a drastic change in his brother's expression and he came to look upon a horrendously disgusting and bulbous demon reaching up from the deeper Hell with five long slimy and barbed tentacles aimed for the older twin. Two of the tentacles wrapped tightly around the Cold one's legs, two more around his waist and upper body while the last tentacle wrapped around his throat piercing his neck with tiny droplets of blood and cutting off anything else that he might have said. The tentacles pulled him down slowly, even as the younger brother grunted and struggled to keep his Soul from falling completely into the demon's lower Hell. The Older twin's sword began cutting much deeper into his hand, all the way to the bone. Blood gushed out from the rather nasty wound to stream down the sword's blade slicking it. Faster than the younger twin could react, the Blue one was ripped downward and his sword slipped out of his twin's torn hand. He fell back completely into the monstrous demon's clutches and quickly pulled into the deeper recesses of Hell out of view.
"Vergil!" The now lone twin yelled out for his own flesh and blood, yet it was already too late as his brother was already gone as was his link to this Hell.
"VERGIL!" The twin screamed out in anguish. The cry was very pained as he fully was transported back to the human world, his world...or at least it was.
"Vergil...not again...can't lose you again....Please...nooo.." Barely could be heard floating on the wind as a great grief overcame the once strong, carefree twin as he truly realized that his Soul was lost to him once again, this time forever. Tears welled up threatening to spill over as the pained Half collapsed onto the pavement in utter defeat. He allowed those tears to fall down his checks while he mourned the loss of his half he could never have....
To be continued...