Hello, everyone! This is my first entry as a fan fiction writer. Also, I'm not English, and this thing is not beta'ed so I make excuses in advance if I made any type of error. Just let me know, and I will correct them as soon as I understand how this site works!
I wanted to test my writing skills so I came up with this series of prompts I found on this site: quizillaDOTteennickDOTcom/stories/20058265/writing-fanfiction-a-big-list-of-writing-prompts
I put the prompts in alphabetical order, and now I'm slowly coming down the biiiiig list. These are prompts for numbers and the letter A.
They mainly revolve around the Sparda twins, especially Vergil, with a lot of VergilxLady, some DantexVergil and maybe even a little DantexTrish in the background. I just assume that Dante finally decided to go to hell, do some Mundus'-ass-kicking and bring Vergil back for the joy of us Vergil fans. Ah, and Sparda and Eva will make some cameos! Genres vary, there is some attempt at humor as well as something that tries to be angst.
Let me know what you think, criticism is welcome!
· 1700's
A century of light. He saw humans find a guide in the dark. But Reason blinded them.
· 1800's
A century of science. Smog and pollution suffocated him to the point he nearly missed how many steps ahead they made.
· 1900's
A century of war. But it held no honour in the way it was fought. And that so-called Final Solution… so similar to the hell he had striven to isolate.
· 2000's
This time, Sparda just loved the music. And a woman.
· Abortion
Lady had considered getting rid of …of it. But then she felt it kicking, and she thought she wouldn't have been better than the demons she hunted. Well, she would just have to make Vergil take care of his mishaps.
· Aerial
He was like the sky –so deep, so blue. He was like the wind –a brush of breeze grazing her cheek when he teleported in front of her.
· Afflatus
There was only one thing Vergil wanted, one thing that kept him moving. To be able to protect.
· After
She knew that, from the beginning. She would get old and die, eventually. But she wasn't going to let them see her, pity her. Mary "Lady" Arkham looked back at the city becoming littler and littler in the distance, and let the sound of the train lull her to sleep. After all, she had no regrets.
· Aid
-Dante, if you get sick because you ate that week-old pizza, I'm not nursing you.
-Verge, if you get stuck in hell again because you insist on being a dickhead, I'm not coming to your rescue.
Not to mention, neither of them stuck to their word.
· Alluring
Vergil had been sure that Dante wouldn't fall for that trick. A strawberry sundae placed in the middle of an empty room in Mundus' palace in the deepest depths of hell was… well, plain too obvious.
Vergil had underestimated his twin's gluttony and lack of the tiniest spark of intelligence.
· Amethyst, Ruby, Topaz
Had they been gemstones, Sparda would have been the amethyst, Vergil the topaz, Dante the ruby. And Eva? Eva was the gold that fused them together in the embrace of a wonderful ring.
· Amnesia
-Oooooooook, so… who are you, now?
-Dante, for hell's sake, I'm Vergil. Your twin.
-Good. That means I'm not talking to a mirror.
-You should really put an end to that drinking habit of yours, brother.
· Anger
He sliced through lines and lines and lines of lesser and greater demons. He had long since lost count of how many he had killed. There was only their blood, their pain, and the awareness that it was Yamato causing it. He wanted his son back, now.
· Anime
-What are you watching, Patty?
-Just an anime on MTV. You know, Morrison, if it weren't for the cat ears, I'd think that Inuyasha and Sesshomaru were just Dante and Vergil's clones.
· Answers
-Uh, so… you and Lady had been together.
-Yes.
-And for quite some time.
-Yes.
-And I didn't know anything.
-No.
-…You're not telling me where that baby came from, right Vergil?
-I think you can figure the answer out yourself, brother.
· Art
Lady had her own fighting style, deadly beautiful and well refined. But she had had the privilege of seeing the sons of Sparda crossing swords, and she had to admit one thing. That was real art.
I have played and know DMC3 in (I think) little detail, tried (and failed –yes, I'm that bad at videogaming) to play DMC1 to the end, and watched the anime. And read numerous fanfiction. But I ignore almost everything about DMC2 and DMC4 (I discovered the series not a long time ago, so I'm just catching up –and I'm oh-so-finishing DMC1, I swear!). So, NO, Vergil's son in my little world is NOT Nero. He's an OC of mine. Sorry if I disappoint someone with this remark.
And I admit that I united three prompts. But I just couldn't take that idea out of my mind, so I just went with it.