Devil May Cry Vergil Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Hades let out a terrifying scream and stumbled backwards. Black smoke seeped out from the cracks on his face as Layla's blood burned him. He swiped at his face, his sharp claws ripping the skin apart as he struggled to wipe the blood away from his face. This same pain also visited the other six devils as they wailed eeriely, their faces melting off from the contact of Layla's blood. "I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!",Hades bellowed at Layla in a fit of scorching rage. The devil had wanted Layla's blood to curse her with blood magic but in the end, Layla had beaten him at his own game.

Greg walks over to the little girl and scoops her up in his arms and she giggles and snuggles into him before the vision fades away. It’s just me and Archangel Gabriel now and his expression is unreadable. “Why did you show me these? To torture me?” I ask. “No.” he says but doesn’t elaborate. I growl in frustration. “I already screwed everything up. None of these scenarios can take place. She’s DEAD!” I yell at him. He is unmoved by my outburst and tilts his head at me. “I must go now, Warrick. It would do you a great service to remember that the devil is a liar, and he only knows how to cheat, steal, kill, and destroy. Don’t continue to believe the lies,” he says. I blink and I am face down

Elena’s heart pounded as she watched him kneel before her, his dark eyes never leaving hers. “Helios…” she whispered, her voice trembling. But he didn’t let her finish. His mouth was on her in an instant, his tongue flicking against her sensitive flesh with a precision that made her gasp. He teased her mercilessly, his tongue tracing slow, torturous circles around her clit before dipping lower, exploring her depths with a hunger that left her writhing. Elena’s hands flew to his hair, her fingers tangling in the damp strands as she pulled him closer, desperate for more. Helios chuckled against her, the vibrations sending shivers up her spine. “You’re so fucking wet for me already,” he murmure

all the positive thought shattered. Tired after crying for hours, sick of my dream, or so I called it... I fell asleep. I dreamt of the man again, a dark creature who had hunted my previous dream... why... oh why... I must see him again in this dream... this green-eyed devil who had raped me in dream with no mercy. I wouldn't forget his eyes... I hate the color with all my heart. He walks closer, while again... hate to admit it... I!m paralized... the only thing I can do is blinking. I see the surrounding, beautiful lavender field as far as my eyes could see... and he is still walking to where I stand. Lavender... my favorite flower, the beautiful sight suddenly contaminated due to the devil

His whole body quivered with rage, as, like me, he broke the Devil's hold on him, because as we both realised this was no Fallen Angel, this creature was the very Devil himself. When he turned to see Midnight, I took advantage of his vulnerability and launched myself at his neck, sinking my teeth into the leathery flesh and tasting his vile, poisonous blood. He roared in pain and anger, trying to shake me off, but I held on, sinking my teeth deeper until his powerful hand gripped my throat and tore me off him, flinging me across the room to hit the wall and leaving me winded and heaving up the vileness I had swallowed. He turned towards me, blood streaming from the hole in his neck and murde

The servant handed him a scroll before excusing herself and leaving. Guerrian eagerly opened the scroll, but when he saw what was on it, the emotions in his gaze slowly changed. He started to find it hard to breathe. Seeing his change, Dexaldir went over to have a look as well. Instantly, he glared at Seraphine murderously. Seraphine retreated a step back in terror while facing his gaze. "D-Dexaldir, w-what's going on?" Guerrian charged at her and grabbed her by the throat. "You're a Phlegeton Demon! You're evil!"

He stated with complete, utter seriousness. “You motherfucker! Go fuck yourself. I will leave. You just watch how. You son of a devil!” I grunted, taking his damn hard chest into my mouth and bit him hard. He groaned, pulling me back away from him. Nikolai’s hand grabbed my neck—not to tight, but enough to hold me in place. He forced me to look into his eyes and moved back, my back hitting the wall, and he pressed against me. “You’re a kinky fan?” He smiled—his eyes held that dangerous look.

The world was going dark as I heard him gasp and suddenly thrust deep and deeper, freezing there as his face contorted and a strangled cry echoed through the empty office as with volcanic spurts he utterly emptied himself, flooding the gateway of my womb. I huffed tired on the desk. Aric was still in between my legs and was buried deep inside of me. I was breathing heavily. That was, that was unexpectedly amazing. Aric was a monster. He pleased me in a way that I hadn't felt in a long time and I came so good.

My eyes darted to her tablet, it was a grainy, long-lens photo of a man emerging from a black car. Even in pixels, he commanded the space around him. He was tall,broad-shouldered, black hair and grey eyes. Lucien Alexander. The tabloids called him “The devil.” I looked back at Lina, and shrugged. “So?” I said, a teasing lilt in my voice. “You want to date him?” I gave an eyebrow waggle, knowing full well how ridiculous it was. Dating Lucien Alexander? Impossible. The rumors didn’t just say he was difficult, they said he was the devil’s own son. “Obviously,” I finished, the humor fading into simple fact. “That man is a no-go zone.”