This Devil Cries
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Category:
+A through F › Devil May Cry
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
3,952
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Chapter 3
Yes, some things in my story gets a little.... Not so great in wording. >< I did my best.... Obviously, my best isn' the greatest.
Marcy Jade - Yes, there will be more. I don't feel motivated to write more lately though. My stuff looks very amateur from my POV.
Rose - Yeah. ^__^; You might want to skip this chapter then. Well, the beggining section.
Warnings: Rape
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Chapter 3
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“Do you know what R.D. Fest stands for?”
“Race a Demon?”
“Fool!” Mundus cut in.
Phantom’s head lowered until his lips were beside Dante’s ear.
“Welcome to Rape Dante Fest,” he whispered. The army of soon-to-be-rapist demons advanced closer, drowning themselves in their own drool.
Dante’s eyes widened in fear as the number of demons stepped into the dim light. He struggled fruitlessly in Phantom’s grip. It seemed the mob behind Phantom all wanted a turn.
“Shit,” Dante said out loud. The last he heard was Phantom’s deep chuckle. He felt his clothes being ripped away. His knees were forced apart and then a scream rung through all the mumbles of the demons as Phantom shoved himself deep into Dante’s virgin ass without warning or preparation. Tears leaked out the corners of Dante’s eyes as white hot pain crawled up and down his lower back. Phantom, being the giant that he was wasn’t very small at all. In fact he was extremely big. Every point of contact Phantom made with Dante’s skin left burns, including what Phantom had just shoved up his ass. Dante felt no pleasure as Phantom pushed himself deeper inside still. Dante felt the ring of muscle and his insides tear and rip.
Phantom pulled out almost all the way, drawing a hiss from Dante. He then plunged back in, wringing another scream from Dante’s throat. This continued. Cruel, rough thrusts until Phantom climaxed. Dante’s hands balled into fists as the semen burned and stung at all the rips inside of him. His voice was sore from screaming in agony.
Phantom took a few deep breaths from the rough sex, then pulled out. Blood mingling with semen dripped to the ground from between Dante’s legs.
Phantom smirked and then said, “You have a tight ass. It seems your brother never took you.”
That was true. Dante had reserved that part of himself as he waited for his twin. Then his twin had finally returned and admitted his true feelings to his little brother. The result had left Dante shaken, and he ended up letting his body die instead of heal, finding no more reason to live. After all, why work for a bunch of pitiful humans that can’t even show a drop of gratitude for your duties. And why gather money if it was just going to go to food and bills for him to wait around uselessly for his older twin to finally return his affections.
Dante’s eyes teared up once again at the memory of his brother’s confessed feelings. The words echoed in his head still.
‘Of course brother, why would anything change?’
Phantom’s voice spoke up after a while, “I hope you’re ready to take more. This is only the beginning.”
Dante heard half of the words Phantom spoke, as he was still deep in thought. He cried out suddenly when Phantom pinched one of his nipples, making him arch his back in pain and bringing his full attention to Phantom. Phantom held him down and lapped at the nipple with his tongue. Dante almost felt some point of pleasure from this until the sharp teeth of the giant pierced through his nipple. Dante gritted his teeth to keep himself from screaming. From somewhere a large golden ring was protruded and inserted into the piercing.
“Enjoy the rest of your deathlife, small fry. This won’t be the last time I make love to you.”
The demons behind Phantom of different kinds and sizes all advanced on Dante. Dante’s screams were lost in the laughter, moans, and mumbling of the demons as they clawed, scratched, rubbed, and fucked him relentlessly. Phantom had weakened him so much, he couldn’t even run. When he was able to get up, the lesser demons grabbed him and shoved him back down, then continued to have their way with him. Somewhere within the next few minutes, the ring was torn from his nipple by one of the demons and blood pooled over the planes of his chest.
Dante’s pride crumbled with each passing second. He was being overpowered and raped by lesser demons. Shame added to Vergil’s hateful words. He wanted to die all over again and be alone. But that couldn’t happen now. He was dead, and the toy to all the lust-raging demons he had killed. It’s true then, what they say about karma.. What comes around goes around.
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6 Months Later
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A devil trigged Vergil was wreaking havoc upon the city in which Devil May Cry resided. He wanted to draw out his little brother for a fight, and the easiest way to do that was to make Dante come to him.
He let out a dark laugh as he shattered another store window and slashed away at the goods. He threw the metal shelves against the walls, leaving deep dents no human could make with their bare hands. The man who worked there hid behind the counter in fear, phoning the devil mercenaries that lived about four blocks away.
Vergil continued until Lady landed in front of him with her motorcycle. Vergil reverted back to his human form.
“What are you doing here?” he asked.
“Putting an end to you,” she said, getting off the bike that Dante had bought her to replace the one he had destroyed in the Temen-ni-gru days.
“Where’s my pitiful brother?”
“Dead, gone, lost, choose whichever you wish. Ever since that night he went out to fight. ‘Went out for a friendly brawl with an old relative of mine,’ he said. Took the Rebellion and his handguns and never came back.”
Vergil stood, surprised.
“Where did you come from, Vergil? I thought Dante finished you off on Mallet,” Lady spat, voice thick with scorn.
“Well, it looks like Dante did a half-assed job of it, as usual.”
“Enough talk, we fight,” Lady placed a hand on the strap that held the Kalina Ann.
“What day did my brother disappear?”
“Six months ago, on a Thursday in April. It was raining hard.”
A memory rushed back to Vergil. Dante’s voice, thick with sorrow rung through his mind.
::::Flashback::::
“I loved you Vergil, tried so hard to gain your love too,” Dante said as Vergil stood unmoving, looking back with an emotionless expression, “But now I see that no matter how hard I try to steal you back from the darkness you chose, I always lose. Because you will always love the darkness and never let it go. I’m sorry I couldn’t be perfect to you Vergil,” Dante brought his hands up to the ones wrapped around Yamato’s hilt. Dante lifted his face to Vergil’s, revealing a sad smile and tears.
“I’m sorry this devil cries,” and with those final words, Dante dropped the shields of his demonic body and plunged Yamato deeper into his body, twisting it when it buried itself to the hilt.
::::End Flashback::::
Guilt weighed down on Vergil’s heart heavily. Who was he going to fight now? Dante had been his only worthy opponent, despite what he himself always said.
Vergil realized now what the void he’d felt six months ago might have been. He still felt it now. It was the absence of his twin’s soul in the living world.
“Lady, was it?”
“What do you care?” she answered stubbornly.
“I would like to confirm Dante’s status. Come with me.”
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Vergil and Lady drove to the Temen-ni-gru ruins on the outskirts of town with motorcycles. Vergil took Dante's and Lady used her own. A few humans have tried to explore the Temen-ni-gru, only to never return from it.
Vergil and Lady managed to make it to the top of the tower with only eleven encounters, all with lesser demons.
Lady stopped at the top of the stairs. Vergil walked to the center of the roof. There, he found Rebellion, and Ebony & Ivory. The weapons weren’t rusted because they were enchanted by demon magic.
“Shit,” Vergil said to himself.
Lady walked up behind Vergil, “What going on? How come you knew to check here? Why are Dante’s weapons here?”
Multiple glints of a cut gem glinted in the corner of Vergil’s eye. He walked over to it. It was Dante’s half of their mother’s amulet. One of the silver clasps had broke. It must have fallen off from one of Yamato’s slashes during their last fight.
“Damnit Dante, why’d you kill yourself?…”
“You had something to do with this, didn’t you?!!?!” Lady yelled. She pulled back the hammer to one of her guns and aimed it at Vergil when he didn’t answer, “SPEAK, DEMON!”
“Don’t waste your bullets, Lady. They wouldn’t do anything to me anyway,” Vergil gathered the weapons and the amulet. He then devil triggered, grabbed Lady, and leapt off the side of the tower.
Lady shoved the blue-clad demon away from her when they landed safely.
“What did you do to Dante? You killed him didn’t you?”
“I’ll tell you what happened when we get back to Devil May Cry. This isn’t the best place to have a conversation,” he said, as shadows lurked in the dark corners and bends. Lady nodded.
Vergil paid for the tickets going back to Devil May Cry as well. When he got back, he allowed Lady to take a shower. Then they sat themselves down and Vergil told Lady the whole story.
“I regret ignoring him so much now,” Vergil sighed, rubbing his face with a palm.
“This is all your fault! Because of your insensitivity, he’s dead!”
“I know..,” Vergil’s head bowed in shame. He had never intended to kill his brother. He always found happiness in their fights. He never knew that Dante was serious about his feelings, he’d always thought Dante was just joking as he always did. He never knew his little brother had so much emotional pain stored inside because of him.
“Well, what now?”
“I don’t know…. I’m going to look for him.”
“Don’t be stupid, he’s dead, or did you not realize?”
“Foolish girl, I’m not looking for him on Earth. I’m going to search the Underworld, since he wouldn’t be in Heaven. His body wasn’t on the roof of Temen-ni-gru’s tower, neither was his skeleton.
No demon would have gotten to him anyway, since the demons are all too stupid to open the double-doors leading to the roof. Blood-goyles could fly, but they would have left behind the remains of Dante’s skeleton and trench coat if they got him. It has to mean that his physical body was sent to hell as well, which doesn’t happen all the time,” realization hit like him like lightning, “Oh shit,” Vergil said, panicking.
“What is it?” Lady asked with curiosity.
“I think I know the reason his soul AND body was sent away.”
“Why?”
Vergil took a deep breath. He strongly hoped he was incorrect, “Someone in the Underworld must have sentenced him to Dungeon. To simply put it, it's a punishment that's eternal torture.”
“What?! Dante doesn’t deserve that! He doesn't even belong in the Underworld!”
“You think I don’t know?!”
“I’m coming with you.”
“No, the Underworld was never meant for living humans. I am half demon and used to live and work there as Nero Angelo, so I’ll go alone since I have prior experience. You stay here and guard the city and the building.”
“Fine,” Lady said, obviously irritated.
Marcy Jade - Yes, there will be more. I don't feel motivated to write more lately though. My stuff looks very amateur from my POV.
Rose - Yeah. ^__^; You might want to skip this chapter then. Well, the beggining section.
Warnings: Rape
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Chapter 3
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“Do you know what R.D. Fest stands for?”
“Race a Demon?”
“Fool!” Mundus cut in.
Phantom’s head lowered until his lips were beside Dante’s ear.
“Welcome to Rape Dante Fest,” he whispered. The army of soon-to-be-rapist demons advanced closer, drowning themselves in their own drool.
Dante’s eyes widened in fear as the number of demons stepped into the dim light. He struggled fruitlessly in Phantom’s grip. It seemed the mob behind Phantom all wanted a turn.
“Shit,” Dante said out loud. The last he heard was Phantom’s deep chuckle. He felt his clothes being ripped away. His knees were forced apart and then a scream rung through all the mumbles of the demons as Phantom shoved himself deep into Dante’s virgin ass without warning or preparation. Tears leaked out the corners of Dante’s eyes as white hot pain crawled up and down his lower back. Phantom, being the giant that he was wasn’t very small at all. In fact he was extremely big. Every point of contact Phantom made with Dante’s skin left burns, including what Phantom had just shoved up his ass. Dante felt no pleasure as Phantom pushed himself deeper inside still. Dante felt the ring of muscle and his insides tear and rip.
Phantom pulled out almost all the way, drawing a hiss from Dante. He then plunged back in, wringing another scream from Dante’s throat. This continued. Cruel, rough thrusts until Phantom climaxed. Dante’s hands balled into fists as the semen burned and stung at all the rips inside of him. His voice was sore from screaming in agony.
Phantom took a few deep breaths from the rough sex, then pulled out. Blood mingling with semen dripped to the ground from between Dante’s legs.
Phantom smirked and then said, “You have a tight ass. It seems your brother never took you.”
That was true. Dante had reserved that part of himself as he waited for his twin. Then his twin had finally returned and admitted his true feelings to his little brother. The result had left Dante shaken, and he ended up letting his body die instead of heal, finding no more reason to live. After all, why work for a bunch of pitiful humans that can’t even show a drop of gratitude for your duties. And why gather money if it was just going to go to food and bills for him to wait around uselessly for his older twin to finally return his affections.
Dante’s eyes teared up once again at the memory of his brother’s confessed feelings. The words echoed in his head still.
‘Of course brother, why would anything change?’
Phantom’s voice spoke up after a while, “I hope you’re ready to take more. This is only the beginning.”
Dante heard half of the words Phantom spoke, as he was still deep in thought. He cried out suddenly when Phantom pinched one of his nipples, making him arch his back in pain and bringing his full attention to Phantom. Phantom held him down and lapped at the nipple with his tongue. Dante almost felt some point of pleasure from this until the sharp teeth of the giant pierced through his nipple. Dante gritted his teeth to keep himself from screaming. From somewhere a large golden ring was protruded and inserted into the piercing.
“Enjoy the rest of your deathlife, small fry. This won’t be the last time I make love to you.”
The demons behind Phantom of different kinds and sizes all advanced on Dante. Dante’s screams were lost in the laughter, moans, and mumbling of the demons as they clawed, scratched, rubbed, and fucked him relentlessly. Phantom had weakened him so much, he couldn’t even run. When he was able to get up, the lesser demons grabbed him and shoved him back down, then continued to have their way with him. Somewhere within the next few minutes, the ring was torn from his nipple by one of the demons and blood pooled over the planes of his chest.
Dante’s pride crumbled with each passing second. He was being overpowered and raped by lesser demons. Shame added to Vergil’s hateful words. He wanted to die all over again and be alone. But that couldn’t happen now. He was dead, and the toy to all the lust-raging demons he had killed. It’s true then, what they say about karma.. What comes around goes around.
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6 Months Later
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A devil trigged Vergil was wreaking havoc upon the city in which Devil May Cry resided. He wanted to draw out his little brother for a fight, and the easiest way to do that was to make Dante come to him.
He let out a dark laugh as he shattered another store window and slashed away at the goods. He threw the metal shelves against the walls, leaving deep dents no human could make with their bare hands. The man who worked there hid behind the counter in fear, phoning the devil mercenaries that lived about four blocks away.
Vergil continued until Lady landed in front of him with her motorcycle. Vergil reverted back to his human form.
“What are you doing here?” he asked.
“Putting an end to you,” she said, getting off the bike that Dante had bought her to replace the one he had destroyed in the Temen-ni-gru days.
“Where’s my pitiful brother?”
“Dead, gone, lost, choose whichever you wish. Ever since that night he went out to fight. ‘Went out for a friendly brawl with an old relative of mine,’ he said. Took the Rebellion and his handguns and never came back.”
Vergil stood, surprised.
“Where did you come from, Vergil? I thought Dante finished you off on Mallet,” Lady spat, voice thick with scorn.
“Well, it looks like Dante did a half-assed job of it, as usual.”
“Enough talk, we fight,” Lady placed a hand on the strap that held the Kalina Ann.
“What day did my brother disappear?”
“Six months ago, on a Thursday in April. It was raining hard.”
A memory rushed back to Vergil. Dante’s voice, thick with sorrow rung through his mind.
::::Flashback::::
“I loved you Vergil, tried so hard to gain your love too,” Dante said as Vergil stood unmoving, looking back with an emotionless expression, “But now I see that no matter how hard I try to steal you back from the darkness you chose, I always lose. Because you will always love the darkness and never let it go. I’m sorry I couldn’t be perfect to you Vergil,” Dante brought his hands up to the ones wrapped around Yamato’s hilt. Dante lifted his face to Vergil’s, revealing a sad smile and tears.
“I’m sorry this devil cries,” and with those final words, Dante dropped the shields of his demonic body and plunged Yamato deeper into his body, twisting it when it buried itself to the hilt.
::::End Flashback::::
Guilt weighed down on Vergil’s heart heavily. Who was he going to fight now? Dante had been his only worthy opponent, despite what he himself always said.
Vergil realized now what the void he’d felt six months ago might have been. He still felt it now. It was the absence of his twin’s soul in the living world.
“Lady, was it?”
“What do you care?” she answered stubbornly.
“I would like to confirm Dante’s status. Come with me.”
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Vergil and Lady drove to the Temen-ni-gru ruins on the outskirts of town with motorcycles. Vergil took Dante's and Lady used her own. A few humans have tried to explore the Temen-ni-gru, only to never return from it.
Vergil and Lady managed to make it to the top of the tower with only eleven encounters, all with lesser demons.
Lady stopped at the top of the stairs. Vergil walked to the center of the roof. There, he found Rebellion, and Ebony & Ivory. The weapons weren’t rusted because they were enchanted by demon magic.
“Shit,” Vergil said to himself.
Lady walked up behind Vergil, “What going on? How come you knew to check here? Why are Dante’s weapons here?”
Multiple glints of a cut gem glinted in the corner of Vergil’s eye. He walked over to it. It was Dante’s half of their mother’s amulet. One of the silver clasps had broke. It must have fallen off from one of Yamato’s slashes during their last fight.
“Damnit Dante, why’d you kill yourself?…”
“You had something to do with this, didn’t you?!!?!” Lady yelled. She pulled back the hammer to one of her guns and aimed it at Vergil when he didn’t answer, “SPEAK, DEMON!”
“Don’t waste your bullets, Lady. They wouldn’t do anything to me anyway,” Vergil gathered the weapons and the amulet. He then devil triggered, grabbed Lady, and leapt off the side of the tower.
Lady shoved the blue-clad demon away from her when they landed safely.
“What did you do to Dante? You killed him didn’t you?”
“I’ll tell you what happened when we get back to Devil May Cry. This isn’t the best place to have a conversation,” he said, as shadows lurked in the dark corners and bends. Lady nodded.
Vergil paid for the tickets going back to Devil May Cry as well. When he got back, he allowed Lady to take a shower. Then they sat themselves down and Vergil told Lady the whole story.
“I regret ignoring him so much now,” Vergil sighed, rubbing his face with a palm.
“This is all your fault! Because of your insensitivity, he’s dead!”
“I know..,” Vergil’s head bowed in shame. He had never intended to kill his brother. He always found happiness in their fights. He never knew that Dante was serious about his feelings, he’d always thought Dante was just joking as he always did. He never knew his little brother had so much emotional pain stored inside because of him.
“Well, what now?”
“I don’t know…. I’m going to look for him.”
“Don’t be stupid, he’s dead, or did you not realize?”
“Foolish girl, I’m not looking for him on Earth. I’m going to search the Underworld, since he wouldn’t be in Heaven. His body wasn’t on the roof of Temen-ni-gru’s tower, neither was his skeleton.
No demon would have gotten to him anyway, since the demons are all too stupid to open the double-doors leading to the roof. Blood-goyles could fly, but they would have left behind the remains of Dante’s skeleton and trench coat if they got him. It has to mean that his physical body was sent to hell as well, which doesn’t happen all the time,” realization hit like him like lightning, “Oh shit,” Vergil said, panicking.
“What is it?” Lady asked with curiosity.
“I think I know the reason his soul AND body was sent away.”
“Why?”
Vergil took a deep breath. He strongly hoped he was incorrect, “Someone in the Underworld must have sentenced him to Dungeon. To simply put it, it's a punishment that's eternal torture.”
“What?! Dante doesn’t deserve that! He doesn't even belong in the Underworld!”
“You think I don’t know?!”
“I’m coming with you.”
“No, the Underworld was never meant for living humans. I am half demon and used to live and work there as Nero Angelo, so I’ll go alone since I have prior experience. You stay here and guard the city and the building.”
“Fine,” Lady said, obviously irritated.