~ V ~
July 18th, 2019
Country: United Kingdom
June 19, 2019
07/11/2019 08:53 PM
Headcanon Drabble - DMC Verse - Be or not to be
// headcanond drabble, inspired by the Manga explaning V´s first moments as an autonomous being//
Coldness was the first sensation he felt, biting, numbing coldness of crumbling floor tiles; once an eye-catcher of the former foyer of Sparda-Manor… now covered in debris and burned rubble.
- The place was lying in ruins, much like the whole family who once lived here. A loving family it had been, born out of one love not considered possible amongst the stars… - the love a demon knight and a human woman. A deep, pure, honest love, not possessing and crooked how one might assume due to the involvement of a being of the underworld.
Profound in a way that he eventually gave his life to protect his wife, his family – the two hybrid-born boys, twin boys.
However, in the end it was all in vain… his past caught up with him, them… destroyed them and left nothing but ruins. Even the once so innocent love between baby-brothers shattered under the impact of cruel fate, left the only two remaining family members caught in a seemingly endless circle of hate and destruction.
Decades passed by while the older of the two brothers, Vergil, eaten by hatred fueled by the false assumption of having been deliberately abandoned by their dying mother in her attempt to save his little brother, tried everything to destroy his once beloved younger sibbling. Over and over again he caused destruction and ruin in his attempt to gain evermore power, power which should help him to surpass Dante in order to defeat and annihilate him for good.
In the end he saw no other way than to get rid of all he considered a burden, all he claimed was holding him back to become the powerful being he was chosen to be – and so with the strength of his demon sword Yamato Vergil separate power, raw-demonic power and merciless, ruthless craving for revenge from the crumbling human body, the little humanity that was left within him, and even from some of his old fears and nightmares he saw as signs of weakness. All of them weak scraps only worth of perishing, dying, crumbling into dust… yet… -
The naked, gaunt, pale male body, moribund remnants, manlike dregs, the human part of Vergil slightly twitched; ataxic movements like those of a newborn fawn… or dying deer.
It was a miracle that they had not crumbled to dust already the moment they were separated from the hybrid-body, yet what happened next was surely nothing foreseen by the by now cleansed, purely demonic entity – the faint, still stuttering beating of a human heart and beneath messed up strands of white hair a pair of dark green eyes fluttering open.
The coldness was overwhelming, but even more so was the impact of boundless fear, terror even, upon witnessing what was happening right in front of him – the obscenely bizarre creation act of a demon lord – and the realization of his own powerlessness.
Then again the gruesome scene helped to trigger the instinctive escape reflex inherent to every living being and though shaking knees and cramping legs refused to carry the meager body the just recently originated human form scrambled desperately on all four to get out of the way of the raging, monstrous entity, his contradicting side, the much greater demonic part of the soul of his former self.
Painstakingly slow the shivering male managed to bring some distance between himself and the still growing demon until he collapsed in the cover of what seemed to be the mostly charred remains of a bookshelf. Together with the almost drained, little strength he had left also the little, fleeting flame of desire to live was nearly gone once again and ever so fast.
His only duty left was the duty to die – to not be in the way of the creation of something bigger, of something mighty evil and powerful.
The pathetic hull of crumbling human flesh paralyzed by emotions, conscience, memories was obsolete, powerless, doomed to vanish.
Conscious yet without cause the frail human figure curled up like a fetus, about to give in to what deemed inevitable fate, waiting for this human heart to fail for good, to stop beating, to dissolve into dust.
That was the very moment when his fingertips accidentally brushed over something feeling familiar, the spine of a book.
In contrary to the icy stone beneath it felt almost warm, welcoming and instinctively his fingers closed round it, pulled it close enough that his blurred vision allowed him to noticed what it was – indeed a familiar sight, brown leather with faint golden inlays, well-thumped… together with the sensation of the soft surface this discovery shattered walls of repression and allowed memories believed to be long forgotten to flood in –
- Memories of two boys chasing each other in playful squabbling, brothers pretending to not having noticed the mess muddy boots caused downstairs in the hallway, having each others back while sitting through another afternoon of being grounded inside thanks to their unrelenting mischievous nature, brothers curled up against each other cozily on a soft couch while a familiar voice was reading poems from exactly this book -
A deep, soulful sigh escaped the sunken chest of the human remains – the cause, there it was… reason…. reason for living… - an identity, being more than just unneeded, unwanted debris.
There it was back, hot and burning, the desire to be, the will to live and with it the terror of being wiped out right here, right now by the product of his own overpowering contradicting side.
While trembling fingers were clinging to the small volume as if was fit to serve as a shield against all evil this one all-encompassing wish broke its way, was not restrained in thought any more.
“I don´t want to die”
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07/08/2019 01:09 PM
Mini-Drabble: Prompt:... be dead by now
„V! Where the hell have y´ been?!“
The always so upbeat voice of Nico, the little Jack of all Trades tinkerer responsible to keep the rather vast and unique weapons arsenal of the Devil May Cry Crew in top shape, was marked with an unusual streak of worry. - Worry which expanded to full blown consternation the moment she looked up from her workbench and noticed the meager figure heavily leaning against the doorframe, wheezing, doing his best to muster a thin ironic grin… though failing miserably.
“Actually, I thought I would be dead by now...”,
The accustomed soft throatiness of V´s voice had been replaced by pained croakiness while the words dropped in a forced staccato entirely void of the usual even slightly exaggerated chanted drawl.
“Goddamit V! - What the frig happened?!?…” loud clattering accompanied the shocked exclamation when the young woman dropped her screwdriver in order to scud over to the door and offer a supporting shoulder.
Her normally rather goofy demeanor totally wiped out she carefully, almost tenderly brushed over grayish skin lined with the most bizarre pattern of cracks and rips very much like an old painting which was about to crumble away.
“And just for the records… ‘I thought I would be dead by now...’ is not the answer I wanted to hear, neither reassuring nor explanatory… Com´on, let´s get that thin ass of y´rs onto that couch...”
It was almost pathetic how little effort it did take her to drag the rail-thin hunter across the hallway and into the Agency´s office even though he indeed was about a head taller than her.
“And now, stay put!… I´ll be back in two ticks gettn´y´someting that brings y´back on yr´feet, Shakespeare.”
07/04/2019 08:09 PM
Drabble - Prompt: Crawling in the Dark
„A trap…“ the last two words flashed like a belated warning sign before some invisible brute force hit him, literally knocked all wind out of him, causing a breathless, silent scream of agony rise towards the cave-ceiling glinting sickly with some blackish, sticky wetness while the frail unconscious body heavily hit the floor.
When he woke again V immediately noticed that something was wrong, the feeling of aloneness and numbing weakness overwhelming.
No need to even open his eyes to know the cause, the little demonic power he had left, he needed to hold together his fragile human body, was gone… so were his demonic familiars.
Immediate visible proof was received once he managed to blink away the looming unconsciousness: white, unruly bangs of hair framing his pale features, the black color, his golem´s concealment vanished and where until recently the marks of Griffon and Shadow had been covering his upper body and arms there was nothing more than reddish, pale, swirly scar-like patterns while his whole skin was sporting a sickly greyish coloring, flaky and lined with cracks causing him to look like an ancient, crumbling porcelain doll.
Ponderously he picked himself up into a half kneeling-half crawling position. His movement though apparently got the attention of… something….
Suddenly deep, soft and yet in a terrible way distorted chuckling filled the cave like prison, then a rumbling voice sounding like rocks hit and grinded against another.
“Oh… Look who is awake… and too weak to stand! – Little, pale worm!… where´s your strength now? Powerless like a toddler – Left alone crawling in the dark! What a pitiful sight you are!”
“What… did you do to… my familiars… my… friends?!” – the dark, typically already rather hushed sounding voice now was noticeably shaking, yet still marked with a distinct streak of anger and defiance.
“Your Friends?! – We are talking about demon pets, don´t we?!”, open mocking surprise was hurled at him in return.
“Maybe… still... friends” V was desperately fighting the increasingly overwhelming numbness.
“No worries, I´ll put them to good use!”
“Folly is an endless maze – Tangled roots perplex her ways”, words barely audible this time, spoken only to himself...
“What was that?!”
“They…. are bound... to me… without use to … anyone else…- When I… perish… they will, too…” V explained not without noticeable amusement and satisfaction even despite his terrible condition.
“You are lying!” sudden anger flared up within the bodiless voice.
“If... you say... so…” tiny chuckles were enough to bring V back down on all fours panting, “Still… they... are useless... dangerous even…to you … only … follow my…lead…”
“Again! Liar! – If you believe you can talk me into giving them back and releasing you. Dream on, little worm… They are mine now and if they obeyed such weakling, they happily will follow my lead!”
Rolling laughter was drowning out the hushed response.
“I… dare... you…”
– Unconsciousness regained its full, merciless grip – yet while the mangled body collapsed back down to the cold, black cave-floor a thin smile broke the pained expression and lingered.
07/02/2019 06:03 PM
//Drabble inspired by the gif at the bottom//
The nocturnal atmosphere within in the city was tense and thick with humidity left behind by the latest thunderstorm which only recently passed through. Heat lighting still was illuminating the eastern horizon, ever so often breaking the velvety blackness of an overcast southern night sky with whitish flickering.
Regardless, the eagerly anticipated relief would not set in as despite the brief but heavy downpoot temperatures did not really drop noticeably; instead the air almost was touchable now, sticking to the skin, causing everyone to feel itchy and uneasy. After all, the Louisianan summer kept its broiling grip tight and merciless and whoever was able fled the city, its narrow, crowded streets and the lingering heat.
Many of those doomed to remain did seek for at least temporary soothing in one of the numerous bars, sipping cold drinks trying to pass sleepless nights in the company of fellow sufferers and so even now, far past midnight a lot of streets and squares along the riverbank were packed with people.
Nothing of this buzz yet concerned the slender figure walking down a narrow side-alley, deserted and dark far off those public places. The stride though slightly limping and accompanied by the faint clicking of a metal cane did imply unusual purposefulness considered the late hour.
However, turning another corner the nightly wanderer was forced to stop right in his tracks by three dubious looking figures.
“Hey – took a wrong turn, vampire?!”, slightly aggressiveness resounded in the mockery lined with a heavy local accent.
And indeed, given the time and place, and especially the whole appearance of the addressed the moniker was not too farfetched. – Rail-thin gauntness barely hidden by black pants at least one size too large and a loose fitting black t-shirt, pale skin covered all over in what looked like the most intricate tattoos from fingertips to chin while pitch black hair framed and partly hid angular features made the person in question indeed appear to be one of the many tourist goth weirdos attracted by the gloomy, spooky, voodoo history of the city.
And yet nothing could be further from the truth.
A thin smile appeared, seemingly unfazed by the rather threatening ambush while the response was delivered in a dark, hushed even a bit throaty sounding voice marked by unhidden amusement.
“Mock on, mock on; 'tis all in vain! You throw the sand against the wind - and the wind blows it back again.”
“Man, are you soft in the head or som´thn?!”
Not only the complete absence of fear but even more the utterly strange response caused the three dark figures to exchange some puzzled glances before the tallest of them, surely some kind of “leader”, regained his posture.
“Y´know what this is, right?!… Just be a good emo-boy and show us what y´ve got! Hope it´s good enough for us to let you pass, freak” – all of them took one further step towards V, certainly another attempt to appear threatening… and yet once again the reaction did not implied that any of this was producing the intended effect.
“Be careful what you wish for”, soothing and calm, still containing noticeable amusement the answer was accompanied by a tiny shrug. Then, before the thugs were able to revert to more drastic measure, it was on them to freeze while they watched in horror how some of the tattoos along the arms suddenly appeared to be moving, running along thin muscles and visible veins like black snakes made of ink until leaving their confinement within the skin, exploding into fine black dust only to accumulate, forming moving shades, shades which within seconds gained the shape of a massive black panther announcing his release by a thunderous roar at their supposed to be victim´s feet.
Simultaneously flapping filled the night and a swirl of black and blue feathers literally dropped out of the nightly air.
“So, maybe you would like to reconsider your attitude, gentlemen?” The male´s soft, hushed voice stood in stark contrast to the hoarse croaking form above.
“Need some backup, V? – Naughty boys asking to be taught a lesson?!”
Had the whole “appearance-act” not yet been enough the fact that the huge, strange looking bird was able to speak did one last thing to make the three muggers turn on their heels and with expressions of sheer terror plastered to their faces seek refuge in flight.
“You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough.”, V nodded briefly while watching the three men hastily vanish round the next corner. Moments later the two demon-animals disappeared to become once again concealed within the marks of their Master, hidden from plain sight yet always present and protecting.
A short while later the colorful, handwoven curtain, covering the front door of one of the small historic houses lining the boarder between city and swamp was pulled open.
“Come in, come in… I was already expecting you, bway. – I hope you did not encounter any trouble on your way?”, a hoarse, deep, ageless female voice greeted him when he stepped into the twilight of the room. Next to all kind of strange looking curiosities candles were sitting on shelves lining bright, yellowish walls and the only source of flickering light.
“Nothing exceeding my capability to handle it”, V smirked while taking a seat, following the beckoning gesture towards one huge monstrosity of a battered dark-green velvet couch at the far end of the room.
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06/26/2019 09:01 PM
Drabble - Prompt: We got you!
V felt his strength running out – felt how it became harder by the minute to keep up his fighting stance, to channel energy to his demon-familiars in order to enhance their strength.
What was supposed to be just a random investigation of a possible demonic incantation site had turned into a full blown ambush, with not only one but a whole bunch of demons lying in wait – and unfortunately not only simple warrior minions, demonic cannon fodder, but several classes higher; three demon knights lead by a demonic warlock.
With one last, desperate groan V thrust the pointy, sharp end of his cane into the chest of the Warlock brought down by the combined effort of a rather ruffled looking Griffon and Shadow. Whereas the feline looking beast still seemed to be more than eager and able-bodied to dish out a decent thrashing to anything else which might show, posing a threat to his Master and fellow demon-bird.
Yet nothing else materialized after the last of their opponents dissolved into a cloud of black dust and almost the same moment V collapsed to his knees, drained nearly completely of any energy.
“V!” immediately Griffon was at his side, and if a bird, a demon bird at that, was able to frown with concern it was exactly this expression which showed on the feathered, peculiar features of the being.
“I am… fine….”, the answer came far too quickly, forced, hushed and breathless.
“Nope, you do not sound fine… even less look anything close to fine. – Geeze, you look like you are about to fall apart and crumble away…again! - What did I tell you about overdoing it….” The sharp croaking voice of the feathered demon was void of its usually slightly mocking tone and instead sounding rather troubled.
“It´s… alright… I… - just... give me a minute…” V tried to fend off the overprotective black-and-blue demonic mother-hen pacing up and down and ruffling his feathers with concern next to him.
“You just hang in there, we got you!”
As on cue a huge, furry black face with red glowing eyes appeared in V´s field of vision, brushed along his shoulder until the muscular, warm flank of his feline familiar supportingly leaned into his own shaky, frail frame.
A deep unusually soft growl emitted from the massive chest and almost immediately V felt the sharp bird talons carefully closing round his right upper arm, persistent in the attempt to get him up again on his feet and gently but firmly urging him to climb the demon panther´s broad back.
“Hold on, we´ll get you home.”
06/25/2019 08:39 PM
Drabble - Prompt: Tell me the truth!
The slender figure tucked away behind an antique desk cluttered with numerous leather bound volumes was deeply hunched over one especially large book, seemingly profoundly absorbed by its content. – A bit too obviously markedly absorbed while ignoring the impatiently annoyed pacing on the other side of the rather impressive-looking oaken piece of furniture.
“Tell me the truth!”, even the snarled request was not able to disturb the outward calm of the addressed or even urge him to raise his eyes from the pages in front of him.
“Will you stop pretending you do not notice me! – V!” an unnerved huff accompanied the tall demon hunter´s words while the frown on his face depend upon noticing the slight twitching around the corner of the lips of the focus of his anger.
“Truth can never be told so as to be understood and not be believed.- So it is written”, the dark, calm always a bit hushed and breathless sounding voice was tingling with barely hidden amusement.
“I swear… I…”, Dante was almost choking on his words while planting himself in front of the desk fists pressed against the aged surface, a rather imposing appearance… especially in comparison to the rail-thin figure on the other side.
Still, he was not able to get out whatever wish, threat or statement he was about to hurl towards his ignorant opponent but instead was interrupted by a deep, threatful growling from underneath the desk.
“You think your pets will save your sorry, scrawny ass, little brother?! – If I find out that it was YOU who ate all the Strawberries…”, another annoyed huff, then heavy boots clattered back down the stairs and eventually the angry noise of the front door slam shut.
For a few moments silence settled within the rooms, only interrupted by faint purring and the occasional rustling of old paper.
“You can reveal yourself now – And, that is the last time I cover up for you – next time he will find you and pluck you.” utter amusement resonated within the mocked reproach and only seconds later a genuinely surprised croaking resounded from a perch set up on one of the corners.
“How would you blame me… I´d…never!...” the indignation of the bird-demon was almost touchable.
“Sure you would,..-” a chuckle was accompanying the interrupting retort, “… and you did. You still got some stuck to your beak there. I advise to clean yourself up before Dante returns. I will not dissipate any of my energy to speed up the growing your feathers.”
“And here I thought we were friends…”, Griffon made grumbling noises while he started to groom himself.
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06/22/2019 09:15 PM
Drabble - Second Chances
Two months now since he officially had been taken up by the little weirdly mixed group of demon hunters of the Devil May Cry Agency… and before that another almost two months that he existed as an autonomous being after his former self the demon-human hybrid Vergil tried to get rid of his human side entirely by separating his human and demonic soul and in that course creating the demon-king Urizen and him, V.
Now, the demon-king was gone, annihilated for good – and, to his own surprise he, V, was still here.
Indeed he had been deeply convinced that with the destruction of the demonic impersonation of Vergil´s soul he, the personification of the human part would be destroyed, too, connected as they were.
An idea he had accepted without second thought, driven by the urge to cleans the world of this evil for good, and to atone for the wrongdoings of his former hybrid self.
However, for some reason it did not destroy him and so he was still here, here with Dante and the rest of the Devil May Cry Demon Hunter Crew who accepted him among their midst as if it was the most normal thing to do.
For him it indeed was not – considered that he was part of the man who had caused especially Dante so much trouble and pain over the years. That he was part of the man who had been literally hell bent to destroy his twin-brother.
Yet to his own big surprise none of the others, not even Dante, brought up this topic once. No-one never referred to or called him Vergil – instead they treated him like a completely separate, independent being.
For them he was V, no-one else.
Not once one of them confronted him with any blame for what his former self did. Dante even started to call him “Little Brother” right after it was clear that he would survive this whole incident and stick around.
His gratitude for this kind of acceptance was beyond any measure and for the first time ever since he felt at ease and at home – and in this case this “ever since” did not only include the 4 months since he existed as V.
A second chance – his former self never granted second chances – and he´d never dared to dream of being granted one himself. Yet still it was handed to him like that, as if it was the most normal thing to do in this world...
V was interrupted in his musings by loud rumbling and the breaking of something followed by a hefty curse and one distinct hoarse cackling downstairs.
Obviously Dante and his demon-bird familiar Griffon once again were at the loggerheads – their mock-dislike for each other was a constant state the whole house had to deal with as it was by far anything but subtle.
With a little chuckle V bent forward to reach down form his sitting position in the worn leather-armchair to pick up the book he had been reading before his mind started to wander and which had used his state of absentmindedness to slip off his lap.
“V!!! Get the hell down here!!! - Your damned demon-chicken….!”, the shouted order was interrupted by a ‘something highly breakable was smashed against a wall’-sound followed by more cursing and cackling turning into some sort of suffocating squealing.
The mental image of what was – once again- going on down there was enough to cause another highly amused chuckle from V´s side who didn´t even remotely consider leaving the comfort of this armchair only to get into the crossfire between the two wisecracking squabblers.
Instead he leaned back and sunk himself into his book, a broad, genuine smile lighting up his gaunt features.
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