You are now entering an intermission...
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--Seventh Layer of Hell-
-VISITING-.........
--Fenice Evangelista-
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The chamber to my cell opens as you, the reviewers, enter my domain. There shall be no reason to describe where I live because it changes frequently. Years in solitude in Hell had prompted me not to speak so I type my message on the keyboard in front of me as a large monitor appears in front. Hey, I may live in Hell, but I have my powers too.
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--Well, hello all. Nice of you to join me in my place of rest for this brief intermission. And I do mean brief. First of all, the recent reviews, numbers 31, 32 and 33, I believe, have prompted me, the authoress, to present to you... this intermission.
For those of you who have not played Devil May Cry, this is, in fact a fic based after those events. I advise you to find as much information and/or purchase and play this marvelous game! Unless you're satisfied with Dante.
Speaking of Dante.... for those of you who HAVE played the game and are criticizing my use of the half-devil, I apologize, but my note in the first chapter should have clarified that this is a more haunted Dante, not the typical bad-ass in the first game. (I shall not mention the abomination of the second)
It is merely fact that Ebony and Ivory, though not in the game itself, WOULD and DO eventually run out of bullets. It's logic that states you cannot have unlimited ammunition in real life, and since I'm basing this fic in... Resident Evil, which is as real-life as a science fiction can get (meaning scrounging for ammo)... there you have it.
I'm sure most of you have heard of "Bullshit Magazines" such as the "National Enquirer" (which I have clearly stated in the first chapter) and "News Weekly" and other such "Revelations!" "The world ends tomorrow!" and "Elvis seen with Bigfoot by the UFO in Utah" or even the famous "Alien helps Bush find Saddam".... Is all bullshit... from a bullshit magazine.
Yes. And identical brother is considered a TWIN. and why the HELL would Eve say, in Dante's memories "Vergil, Dante, Happy Birthday" if they weren't TWINS?
And about the Claire Helping Dante thing.. Wouldn't YOU help someone if you were a hormone-raging 19-year-old who just longs to be fucked by the first guy she sees? Whew. I hate stuff like that. No Dante/Claire. No Dante/anyone. and no Claire/anyone.
I HOLD CLEAN FICS!!! The only thing perverted is my mind and some language like the above paragraph.
I know this may seem to you like an Author's note, but believe me... it isn't.
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By the way. you caught me on a bad two days.. I got a paper cut on my hand! Try to place a Band-Aid on that and work for 12 hours. T_T
Okay... I said this was going to be brief, but in order to make this an intermission and not JUST an author's note:
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Vergil Sparda sat on the steps next to his twin, Dante. They had just turned five, which wasn't much of a big deal when you've just learned that your father was a full-blood Devil and you were two half-bloods who could live forever until you were killed. And that's why Vergil sat. To think and to keep an eye on little Dante.
Dante was getting so big, but still couldn't top the bulky 75-pound Vergil, who would only laugh if people called him big for his age. Yes, Dante was just a bit shorter than he was, and lighter, but for some reason, Vergil furrowed his eyebrows, 'For some reason, he can still better me.'
"When is he coming back?" Dante asked, lifting his ice blue gaze to meet Vergil's azure blue. The older shrugged and smiled a bit.
"I told you before, Dante. He'll be back," Vergil replied and then looked toward the icy road. "I know it."
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Hey, I just practically gave you a preview! ^_^ Maybe I'll make a separate fanfic of Dante And Vergil... just waiting for Sparda. Hey! I like it!
Okay, that concludes this brief intermission! Remember, all flames will be used as fuel for my place here in Hell, 'cause MAN! It's COLD down here!
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What, you think Hell'd be HOT?!
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-LOCATION- .........
--Seventh Layer of Hell-
-VISITING-.........
--Fenice Evangelista-
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The chamber to my cell opens as you, the reviewers, enter my domain. There shall be no reason to describe where I live because it changes frequently. Years in solitude in Hell had prompted me not to speak so I type my message on the keyboard in front of me as a large monitor appears in front. Hey, I may live in Hell, but I have my powers too.
-
-
--Well, hello all. Nice of you to join me in my place of rest for this brief intermission. And I do mean brief. First of all, the recent reviews, numbers 31, 32 and 33, I believe, have prompted me, the authoress, to present to you... this intermission.
For those of you who have not played Devil May Cry, this is, in fact a fic based after those events. I advise you to find as much information and/or purchase and play this marvelous game! Unless you're satisfied with Dante.
Speaking of Dante.... for those of you who HAVE played the game and are criticizing my use of the half-devil, I apologize, but my note in the first chapter should have clarified that this is a more haunted Dante, not the typical bad-ass in the first game. (I shall not mention the abomination of the second)
It is merely fact that Ebony and Ivory, though not in the game itself, WOULD and DO eventually run out of bullets. It's logic that states you cannot have unlimited ammunition in real life, and since I'm basing this fic in... Resident Evil, which is as real-life as a science fiction can get (meaning scrounging for ammo)... there you have it.
I'm sure most of you have heard of "Bullshit Magazines" such as the "National Enquirer" (which I have clearly stated in the first chapter) and "News Weekly" and other such "Revelations!" "The world ends tomorrow!" and "Elvis seen with Bigfoot by the UFO in Utah" or even the famous "Alien helps Bush find Saddam".... Is all bullshit... from a bullshit magazine.
Yes. And identical brother is considered a TWIN. and why the HELL would Eve say, in Dante's memories "Vergil, Dante, Happy Birthday" if they weren't TWINS?
And about the Claire Helping Dante thing.. Wouldn't YOU help someone if you were a hormone-raging 19-year-old who just longs to be fucked by the first guy she sees? Whew. I hate stuff like that. No Dante/Claire. No Dante/anyone. and no Claire/anyone.
I HOLD CLEAN FICS!!! The only thing perverted is my mind and some language like the above paragraph.
I know this may seem to you like an Author's note, but believe me... it isn't.
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By the way. you caught me on a bad two days.. I got a paper cut on my hand! Try to place a Band-Aid on that and work for 12 hours. T_T
Okay... I said this was going to be brief, but in order to make this an intermission and not JUST an author's note:
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Vergil Sparda sat on the steps next to his twin, Dante. They had just turned five, which wasn't much of a big deal when you've just learned that your father was a full-blood Devil and you were two half-bloods who could live forever until you were killed. And that's why Vergil sat. To think and to keep an eye on little Dante.
Dante was getting so big, but still couldn't top the bulky 75-pound Vergil, who would only laugh if people called him big for his age. Yes, Dante was just a bit shorter than he was, and lighter, but for some reason, Vergil furrowed his eyebrows, 'For some reason, he can still better me.'
"When is he coming back?" Dante asked, lifting his ice blue gaze to meet Vergil's azure blue. The older shrugged and smiled a bit.
"I told you before, Dante. He'll be back," Vergil replied and then looked toward the icy road. "I know it."
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Hey, I just practically gave you a preview! ^_^ Maybe I'll make a separate fanfic of Dante And Vergil... just waiting for Sparda. Hey! I like it!
Okay, that concludes this brief intermission! Remember, all flames will be used as fuel for my place here in Hell, 'cause MAN! It's COLD down here!
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What, you think Hell'd be HOT?!