Devil May Cry Vergil Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

My body was filthy…I was filthy… I was helpless… “Mirage!” Alex’s voice tore through the horror unfolding in front of my eyes. “Alex…” I whispered, my voice chocked, barely audible. “Mirage!” Maniacal laughter interrupted Alex’s voice…the laughter of the Devil. “He’ll never come for you.” The vampire on top of me laughed, slamming inside me with so much force that my teeth rattled. “He’ll never get to you! YOU ARE MINE!” “No…” I whispered…fighting past the pain to stay awake. “No! I’m not…”

Hema bit her lip to keep from crying out. Without warning, Zayden seized her wrist and dragged her towards the bed, his grip unyielding. He pushed her onto the mattress, caging her beneath his formidable frame. The sheets thrashed about as she struggled to cover herself, but he would have none of it. Zayden's mouth descended upon her breast, his teeth grazing the tender skin. Hema cried out, the sting of pain morphing into an unwanted surge of pleasure. He nibbled and bit, marking her flesh as his own, a perverse brand of possession.

he husked in her ear, clenching her heart in dread. Cyra tilted her head to glare into his unruffled blue eyes with her glossy ones. “I will, you fucking devil,” she blurted out at him, widening his smile. His eyes filled with amusement. “I quite like the name….You can call me that, Ms. Merciez,” he said to her, earning an enraged glare from her watery eyes, until she witnessed him cupping the side of her face a bit firmly where he pressed his lips against hers. “Cyra Devil Alvaro,” he whispered in her mouth, freezing her soul. Cyra Devil Alvaro? Did he mean Cyra Zaiden Alvaro?

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

His wings were out, the deep navy of them contrasting with his olive skin and light hair. Devon had stationed himself behind me, far behind, aiming at and taking out many Nephilim before I could even get my hands on them. As soon as one was identified as a threat he was on it. Which is why when I didn’t notice this guy getting shot I turned around quickly to check on him. A Nephilim had Devon in his grip, his big hand around his throat as he dangled there. No, No! I screamed in my head as I bolted toward him, leaving the giant Nephilim behind and no doubt a little confused. As I watched Devon’s feet thrash and kick, his hands desperately trying to pull off the Nephilims hand as his face turn

Seth begging. “Seth, proteggila fino al tuo ultimo respiro. Devo pagare per quello che mi ha fatto. (Seth, protect her until your last breath. I must pay for what she has done to me.)” Don Vincenzo vomited blood again after saying all of that.

As Callista nears the devil, whose shadows are closing in on her to consume her, a flash of blinding white light erupts from her, filling the room with a glow akin to the sun. I shield my eyes from the burn, and Xaveraq cries out as if he's in pain. When I reopen my eyes again, I see Xaveraq fall to the floor with Callista’s jaws wrapped around his neck. The glow still surrounds her, spiraling her like a galaxy as the devil continues to scream. I watch, dumbfounded as the darkness within him bursts into a frenzy of shadows that spiral the room in a cyclone of black, consuming them both for a split second, black and white flashes dancing in hope of dominating one another.

But he had to stick to his plans. He wanted to use Colter as a catalyst for the downfall of the kingdom, Vergil would be a bonus if he could be corrupted as well. “But that one was called the torrential ocean for a reason” Dyron thought, remembering how Vergil had easily fought through his horde of creatures years ago. “He is hard to corrupt, for he is as deep and scary as an ocean.” Finally noticing that the Vultures were finished with their meal, he turned to them with sweet eyes and a sweeter smile.

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓