Disclaimer: NO I don't own auron's beautiful arse, NO I don't own final
fantasy or any chars, it is the blessed squaresoft who has bestowed it
upon me. Thank Yevon. And to Capcom, yes, those people who never e-mail me,
I do not own you wonderful game of devil may cry ..
Ratings: Rated for Sexual interaction ( mmmm yummy ^^;; ) some strong language ( tho I refrain myself form doing so IRL.) and violence ( all that good stuff: blood , guts, Etc,)
Prologue- Life of a Onna Hime.
Her life, a strange world of darkness, pain, and death; without stop, an endless circle, for which had wrapped a hardened thorn like reminder around her heart. She was born like many others who came into this world, born of original sin, or maybe much darker dwellings of that. This infant, born of the half demon known as Virgil, the noble dark knight of hell, brother to a world savior, Dante and fathered by no less than the legendary warrior, Sparda. Her mother, oh yes, full demon at heart and at soul, lust craved her every action she was corrupted as most demons bore that naturally.
Born in the depths of the agonizing splintering hell to which all demons were born, the underworld, Ida, this child whom was evil by nature, yet innocent in her appearance. She had been tortured by the battleling her parents once had, fights by fights by fights, her father had brutally beaten her mother in front of the ever present child, which soon affected Ida, and for the rest of her life she lived in fear and hate. Her parents had soon gotten together after all the fighting and they had taken the time machine Virgil had found with his brother on some exploratory mission.
With the press of a button they were off, sent flying high and far to unknown places through the ripple of time, diving between worlds. They, the Sparda family, had landed to some place far, distant; a peaceful twinkle in the skies of Spira had now filled their vision. Yes, they had landed on the planet of Spira, a strange world surrounded by Yevon much as earth was with Catholicism, and magical powers of kinds they had not even dared to think of before.
They settled in a small cottage in the small village of Alexandria. The cottage they had filled was quiet, with the smell of lilac from the forest around it, teaming with the peaceful purring of chocobos and other such creatures like moogles and pireflies, the house itself was not perfect of course. The house itself was a dull gray much like the darkness of the demon essence, there was dark curtains over the windows concealing them, the Sparda family, in darkness and there was undesirable vines crawling up the side of the house. The inside of the house was not so poorly made, it was of a beautiful, deep, and exquisite Victorian look, the living room and dining room both decorated with dark reds, blues and old furniture. Her father had quickly adapted to life in Spira taking on the role as guardian, and his love, Damia, sadly had passed away giving birth to their 3rd child. Virgil was devastated darkness overcoming his now heartfelt soul. Their bodies had moved on but not their hearts, Virgil still was the loving father Ida had always knew but at only he age of 16, her father had left to help with the pilgrimage of Braska a friend summoner who had granted Virgil his guidance. She never saw him again, and then 10 years later.
Authors note: heeeeeey review on the pro. so I can write more, even though I have the whole story line written out and stuff.Oo;;; Ummmm and a note on the rating thingy, its rated for later chapters, this will be a long story.
Ratings: Rated for Sexual interaction ( mmmm yummy ^^;; ) some strong language ( tho I refrain myself form doing so IRL.) and violence ( all that good stuff: blood , guts, Etc,)
Prologue- Life of a Onna Hime.
Her life, a strange world of darkness, pain, and death; without stop, an endless circle, for which had wrapped a hardened thorn like reminder around her heart. She was born like many others who came into this world, born of original sin, or maybe much darker dwellings of that. This infant, born of the half demon known as Virgil, the noble dark knight of hell, brother to a world savior, Dante and fathered by no less than the legendary warrior, Sparda. Her mother, oh yes, full demon at heart and at soul, lust craved her every action she was corrupted as most demons bore that naturally.
Born in the depths of the agonizing splintering hell to which all demons were born, the underworld, Ida, this child whom was evil by nature, yet innocent in her appearance. She had been tortured by the battleling her parents once had, fights by fights by fights, her father had brutally beaten her mother in front of the ever present child, which soon affected Ida, and for the rest of her life she lived in fear and hate. Her parents had soon gotten together after all the fighting and they had taken the time machine Virgil had found with his brother on some exploratory mission.
With the press of a button they were off, sent flying high and far to unknown places through the ripple of time, diving between worlds. They, the Sparda family, had landed to some place far, distant; a peaceful twinkle in the skies of Spira had now filled their vision. Yes, they had landed on the planet of Spira, a strange world surrounded by Yevon much as earth was with Catholicism, and magical powers of kinds they had not even dared to think of before.
They settled in a small cottage in the small village of Alexandria. The cottage they had filled was quiet, with the smell of lilac from the forest around it, teaming with the peaceful purring of chocobos and other such creatures like moogles and pireflies, the house itself was not perfect of course. The house itself was a dull gray much like the darkness of the demon essence, there was dark curtains over the windows concealing them, the Sparda family, in darkness and there was undesirable vines crawling up the side of the house. The inside of the house was not so poorly made, it was of a beautiful, deep, and exquisite Victorian look, the living room and dining room both decorated with dark reds, blues and old furniture. Her father had quickly adapted to life in Spira taking on the role as guardian, and his love, Damia, sadly had passed away giving birth to their 3rd child. Virgil was devastated darkness overcoming his now heartfelt soul. Their bodies had moved on but not their hearts, Virgil still was the loving father Ida had always knew but at only he age of 16, her father had left to help with the pilgrimage of Braska a friend summoner who had granted Virgil his guidance. She never saw him again, and then 10 years later.
Authors note: heeeeeey review on the pro. so I can write more, even though I have the whole story line written out and stuff.Oo;;; Ummmm and a note on the rating thingy, its rated for later chapters, this will be a long story.