Hey there! This is my first Devil May Cry fanfic. I love the story that the DMC games have established, except for one of them, but we don't need to talk about that one. This is mainly about Vergil and his journey through the demon world returning to the human after the events of DMC 1 leading to DMC 5. So bear with me, it may take awhile. There will be flashbacks and I will try to keep all characters in character because I love them as they are.
All feedback is greatly appreciated. I have been so busy with academic papers for uni that my creative writing may be off, so let me know!
I do not own the characters of Devil May Cry, obviously.
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As the chains tightened and the armor was placed upon him with such force he felt as if his body was breaking. He was breaking like Yamato, his father's sword. His only companion for the last decade.
He felt the tendrils of power from his father's greatest enemy, his mother's murderer wrap around him tightly. Seeping in. Taking hold. Words he could barely register from that bastard. So much pain.
Pain.
That's all he felt. He cried.
He wanted to hang on.
He wanted to live.
He wanted to make amends. To him. To see her smile. He wanted to hold her close one more time.
He screamed in agony, more of roar, as he felt himself losing control of his mind.
The last thing that he felt that was his truly, that he could claim as only his, were his tears.
His last thought was them. His brother. His lover. His regrets for not staying in the human realm.
I'm so sorry. Forgive me.
Everything went black and he was lost.
Thanks for reading!