Devil May Cry Vergil Crossover Fanfiction Novels & Stories

he growled into her puffed, wet center. "Before." --- Sera was devastated. A shuddering, sobbing mess. Would have done anything. Would have promised anything. Just for that release. --- "Please," she cried. "Please, Valerio." He lifted his head, his lips smeared with her desire. "Whose are you?" "You," she cried. "I'm yours." --- His smile was evil sin. "Then come for me, angel." "Come for your master." --- The orgasm ripped through her with savage ferocity, shattering her into a thousand shards.

​The little boy turned toward Kai, stretching out his tiny hands as he came toward him, calling out in a pure, sweet voice: "Papa... Papa..." ​"My son..." The word escaped Kai's trembling lips like a pained gasp. His heavy hand reached into the air, trying to grasp the phantom of the little one, trying to reach that warm embrace and that happy life he had lost. ​But the moment his fingers drew near the phantom, the image shattered like scattered smoke. The roar of the bar returned to strike his head with cruelty, and he found the hand of the strange girl still touching him coldly. Kai shrank into himself, feeling a deadly chill invade his chest; those were his very first glimpses of hell and

“There’s no simple exorcism for this kind of evil. The creature is bonded to Valentine’s soul. If we’re going to pull it out, we need to sever that bond. But to do that, we have to use a counter-curse, something ancient… dangerous.” Demika’s eyes narrow. “Something more dangerous than the creature already inside him, how?” “Yes, my blood,” Chloe replies, the word hanging in the air like a death sentence. “It’s an ancient spell written in both Sumerian and Druidic script, something that says something about poison for poison…” She hesitates, the weight of centuries pressing on her shoulders. “The creature is created with the poisonous maligned blood of the Night King.” “Yes?” “Same blood runs

The visual that started the nightmares and slowly, she finds herself a year away from Cassandra’s fate. What about the God she prays to? He can help her, surely he can, he is God. God, if I did commit a sin and you are making me, can you please forgive me? God please, I beg of you. Laurel closes her eyes, letting the tears roll down the side of her eyes, down towards her ears. She ponders into the darkness with a heavy heart, wagering her options over and over again till she is back at the beginning and then again.

Armory and drug-related information all related to Braden and Atlas. Atlas was a little believable, because he’d shown a glimpse of that side of him, but Braden… I wanted to remain in denial so bad. But this…this file was solid proof that I never knew who I married and fell in love with, and right now, I didn’t even know who I was fucking, that well either. I was falling a fool three solid times. From what I’d just seen in this video, both brothers were dark entities wrapped in beautiful bodies and handsome, deceiving faces. Atlas a devil, Braden a demon.

Lucien slowly raised his cane. Pointing… Not at Daniel. Not at Elena. Not at Noah. Not at Grace. Not at Lily. He pointed directly at Damien. The world stopped. “No…” Damien said quietly. Lucien smiled. “Oh yes.” “You were never just the Devil…” “You were Sophia’s greatest secret.”

The drive back is silent. I stare out the window. Try not to cry. What was I thinking? That sleeping with him would change something? That he'd suddenly see me differently? He's Lennon Cross. He's probably slept with hundreds of women. I'm just another one. Just another mistake he's pretending didn't happen. We get back to the hotel. He parks. "I'll see you at sound check tomorrow," he says without looking at me. "Yeah. See you." I get out of the car. Walk into the hotel lobby.

After I shouted to choose Matteo, my mother, Sofia, looked down at me in shock. "Lia, what are you talking about?! You just told me yesterday that Vincenzo treats you the best. Why are you choosing Matteo now?" Matteo had a terrible reputation among the Families. Everyone said he was bloodthirsty and ruthless, with enough blood on his hands to stain the entire river red. I used to hide whenever I saw him, crying and begging my mother to hold me. But they would never know that in my last life, the terrifying Diavolo Sanguinario was the only one who avenged my mother and me.

' Elian cried out, voice cracking as he twisted toward the sound, arms outstretched into the mist. But the pull reversed, yanking him backward with brutal force. A grip clamped around his throat—iron fingers digging in, crushing his windpipe. Air fled his lungs in a choked gasp. He spun, vision blurring, to face his tormentor. The wolf was gone, dissolved into swirling shadows that reformed into the devil's leering form. Towering and grotesque, with curling horns and leathery wings half-unfurled, the fiend's crimson eyes gleamed with sadistic delight. An evil grin split its fanged maw, revealing rows of needle-sharp teeth. 'Did you think it would be so easy, little bride?' the devil hissed,

Chapter 3: Devil Raimere Celeste’s POV “Ugh…” “Cough…cough...” How did it come to this? How did I land in the hands of this devil? “You look so weak and flimsy, but you managed to worm your way to be my bride. I don’t know if I can call you scheming or just plain stupid?” A smirk full of derision did nothing to abate the murderous glint on those terrifying beastly red pupils.