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“All you ever cared for was power… I thought you could change ! But you’re just a fucking monster ! ” Dante shouted and tears were flowing down his face freely.
“You’re wrong !” Vergil exclaimed and he was looking terribly pale despite the blood clinging to his skin. “I have no hand in this!”
“L-Liar…” a weak and hoarse voice choked out and both twins froze. One of the humans was looking at Vergil intently. “You…attacked us. You told the boy, you needed more p-power…”
“What?” Vergil whispered as he watched the human in shock.
Dante’s pain flared again. So he was going to try to deny it until the end ? Despite all the witnesses and Nero’s bleeding form lying on the ground ?
“Go back to Hell where you belong. I...I wish you never came back from that grave…” Dante mumbled hoarsely.
“Dante, please… I…” The blue twin whispered, and there was much pain in his voice.
“Just go. And if I ever see you again… I’ll kill you. There is no place for you here.” Dante spat and these words ... they hurt so much.
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18 Jun 2025
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Vergil is startled by the sudden appearance of a mysterious portal. Driven by curiosity, he feels compelled to investigate it. However, tensions rise when a misunderstanding erupts between Vergil, Dante and Nero, sparking a family conflict that threatens to unravel their fragile bond. Yet not all dangers to the Sparda family originate from Hell — sometimes, the greatest threats emerge from the human world itself.
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18 Jun 2025
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"Just booze." Dante rolled his eyes. "Come on, don’t be a coward. Drink.”
“I don’t drink.”
“Yeah, well, you do now. It'll help loosen you up for the "battle.""
Vergil didn’t move.
“C’mon, just one. Or two. Or five. You afraid or something?” Dante grinned, way too smug.
Vergil sighed—deep and resigned—before sitting down across from Dante and taking the glass. Vergil sniffed the glass like it might attack him. He was suspicious, but the sheer smugness on Dante’s face made him commit to the threat. He drank it in one go, because if he was doing this, he wasn’t going to do it halfway.
His face didn’t change. “...Hn. It burns.”
“That’s the spirit!”
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Anduin looked up and their eyes met. For just a moment, Wrathion could swear he felt his heart stop, could hear Anduin's do the same. He was more beautiful than Wrathion had remembered, and he remembered everything.
A collection of Wranduin moments
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14 Jun 2025