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1. Obstacle - V/N, by request of Devil Sunday
She was lush, overripe, decayed. Beautiful, but an opponent. She called to his human emotions, she called to his demonic lust, but he had a mission and went on past.
He was young, strong, handsome. Beautiful, but a victim. He did not listen to her, but defeated her and moved on without even claiming her. How rude. How familiar.
She wasn't a mere human. She would have been informative to study.
He reminded her of something. Something from ages past. Someone who had also gone by her without stopping. Someone beautiful. She would have liked to have caught the boy.
2. Swordsmanship – Rebellion/Alastor, for Ariseishirou (pun not her fault)
A Devil Arm's honor was in their service to their Master. Rebellion had been Dante's inheritance, his favored weapon. He had not been taken to Mallet solely because Dante wished to be forced to improve his skills with Force Edge, the sword of his Father, the sword that had defeated Mundus.
Dante had found weapons there, and used them. Among them Alastor, the Black Thunder Blade.
Rebellion remembered Alastor from when they had both served Mundus. An impetuous boy, eager to serve, eager to prove his worth.
He was pleased he served Dante now. Pleased just to see him again.
3. Dishwashing – prompt from ThirdMoonNuitari
Dante hated washing dishes. It was just one of his pet peeves.
After all, he was often up to his elbows in blood, guts, acid, or some unknown sort of evil goo. And the sewers were home to all kinds of things. Alligators were the least of it. So warm soapy water smelling of lemon, or pine, or whatever it was should have been pleasant by comparison. And with his strength, it was easy to get crusty bits off no matter how hard they stuck.
Dante just really, really hated washing dishes.
Anyway, pizza was the food of the gods.
4. Coat – inspired by the new DMC4 magazine scan karribuhater59 posted on livejournal, and part of my Trish-channels-Eva thing.
"Trish," Dante explained. "You know how much I normally wear. Body armor. Leather. I don't sweat, and temperatures don't bother me. Even if they did, my normal outfit is plenty warm enough, especially when the fighting heats up. I don't need a cold weather outfit."
"Um-hm," Trish said, chewing on a pencil while looking at sketches. "I don't think the white fur trim. Makes you look like Santa."
"You're the one who needs to dress warmer."
"Dante Luther von Schwärzung, you are not going to the Arctic in your normal outfit." Eyes flashed.
Dante bit back an automatic Yes, Mother.
5. Striking – A/T, for Devil Sunday
He was practicing again, thunderbolts from his hands blasting away targets on the roof. Trish watched, leaning against the door to the stairwell, waiting for her turn. He was a lot better than her.
Well, he was a couple thousand years older than her, but who knew how much of that time he'd spent in the sword. Trish didn't remember anything before being made and her first orders.
She had guns like Dante's, she had the Nightmare Gamma, and the Sparda. Even so, "Hey, flyboy! Care to show me a few tricks?"
He walked over to her and sparks flew.
6. Fiery - Ifrit & Agni – Alexander - Godslayer request
Trish fanned herself. "Why is it so hot?" The air shimmered like a heat wave, even though it was autumn.
"Over here," Dante called, leaning against Cerberus' icy hide. "Agni and Ifrit are sparring." He pointed with his thumb.
Out in front of the shop, dragon faced golem, no pretence of human form. The living sword whirled and the dragon's breath was an inferno. Finally, the sword flew through the air. "I have lost."
"Yess," the dragon hissed, stilling its flame. "A fierce battle, young warrior."
Agni stood and shook his red hair. "I heard of you, Hellfire Gauntlets Ifrit."
7. Belief - Kalina Ann – Alexander – Godslayer request
They'd met in the library. He was always in the library. She couldn't see a book without thinking of him. He'd thought the freakish eyes that ran in her family, one blue and the other a brown that was almost red, were beautiful. He'd made her blush.
He'd cheered her on at track meets and aerobic team matches, not thought she was a freakish, unfeminine tomboy.
He'd told her stories, made her feel special. She didn't know if she really believed all that stuff about Sparda being real and herself being descended from a heroine, but she believed in him.
8. Mental Machine - Nightmare – Alexander – Godslayer request
Dante didn't know if it even had a consciousness, or if it was just a machine created by Mundus. The seals in the room with it were clearly meant to control it if it went haywire. Good thing he had figured that out. Well, as a rule of thumb, bashing the hell out of seals was usually a good idea.
Most demons had minds. Most demons were smarter than humans, even.
Mundus had a bad, bad track record with holding on to his personnel. Maybe he'd wanted something that wouldn't switch sides on him.
Mundus couldn't even completely break Vergil.
9. Huntress - Artemis – Alexander – Godslayer request (Artemis was one of the ones I left out when
Before she had been defeated by Mundus and imprisoned in the tower, a prize to be won by one of his demons, she had been called a goddess by mortals. She had hunted as her devil's blood commanded. Sometimes she had hunted them, if they offended her.
She'd killed the demons who tried to claim her, until they had given up and created tests that would select one who could survive her test.
Centuries passed.
This one was a human, or partly so. Perhaps she would let him live.
She hunted Mundus' minions now. She had bestowed her favor wisely.
10. Heirs - Nelo Angelo's sword & Yamato – Alexander – Godslayer request
He had tried to fight for the child who had wielded him with honor. He had been defeated.
He watched as the child was given a new sword, one that wielded him. Larger than he was, that sheathed his body in black armor when he held it, that moved him like a puppet, his broken spirit not able to resist.
Mundus had defeated them both. By demons' law, they served him now. Yamato could do nothing.
But laugh when the new sword was destroyed, Mundus' reward for failure. Laugh while Mundus' wounds bled.
Sparda's strength lived on, in his children.