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New DanteDante stared up at the ceiling of his uncle's office counting the cracks hypnotized by the steady whirring of the fan that spun overhead. His mother had gone out earlier in the day, probably on a job, yelling at him to clean his room and do the dishes or so help him something along those lines, he hadn't really been paying attention.
His uncle was presumably on a job but probably at the diner eating his fill of pizza, beer and sundae's leaving the fourteen year old boy to man the shop but that was nothing new.
The phone ringing caught him off guard causing him to startle and fall back in his chair. He hit his head hard against the wooden planks causing him to mutter obscenities as he stood grabbing the receiver.
"Devil may cry." He answered trying to lower his voice somewhat to make himself sound older.
"Eva." The voice on the other end said. Dante had to admit that he had been hoping the ca
Black as Ebony (orig) ch1 (DMC) PLEASE NOTE THAT WHILE THIS STORY AND IT'S SEQUEL ARE COMPLETE, THIS SERIES IS INCOMPLETE AND IS NO LONGER BEING MADE BECAUSE I AM MAKEING A RE-MAKE OF THIS WHOLE SERIES. THIS ORIGIONAl WAS LEFT UP AS REQUESTED BY SOME OF MY READERS. THERE WILL BE A LINK TO THE FIRST CHAPTER OF THE RE-MAKE IN THE DESCRIPTION BELOW. THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME. -Seif
"Four strawberry sundaes to go please." You smile happily excited to surprise your three favorite half devils.
After paying, you take the cup holder, careful not to drop the ice cream filled cups. You head down the street to Devil's Never Cry. You visit the shop just about every other day. Seeing the boys always cheers you up and brings a smile to your face.
Opening the door with your shoulder, you are greeted with Dante at his desk, feet on said desk. Vergil is at his desk, which was located next to his brothers, by the kitchen door. Vergil is reading a thick book that looked a few hundred years old. Nero, who is also at his desk a
Shizuo X Reader : My Hidden Secret (2)---
"IIIZZZAAAYYYAAA!!!" I shouted tossing the vending machine. The figure turned abruptly causing the hood to slip off it's head. My eyes widened, that wasn't Izaya.
You put the gallon of milk and the box of Pocky on top of the small counter. As the cashier scanned the items you rifled through your jacket pocket until your hand grasped a small wad of bills. You pulled them out and looked through them. Pulling out a ten and handing it to the cashier you sighed. "My job doesn't pay enough," you thought, taking your groceries and change,"Oh well, I'll get through it". You pulled the fluffy hood over your head and skipped out into the rain, stuffing your money in your pocket as you left. You looked around noticing a bent street sign lying on the sidewalk. You smiled to your self. "Shizu-chan is so impulsive," you thought, continuing to skip down the sidewalk,"and he just never stops chasing-" "IIIZZZAAAYYYAAA!!!". Surprised you turned quickly on your heel, causing the
Pasta x Reader: Life in the Slender Mansion (Pt 1)
"Smile, come on," you beckoned the dog to follow you.
He lifted his head up, looked at you, let out a sigh-like growl, and rolled over, his back to you. Smile did like you (usually), but he just didn't feel like getting up.
"Smile! Come on! Get up!" You crouched down and began to shake the dog.
Eventually, he growled once more and sat up.
"Good boy! Now come on, follow me," you scurried over to the stairs, still beckoning. "Come on," you whispered again. He stood up and marched over to you, following you up the stairs. You smiled and ran to your room. Standing in the doorway, you began motioning for him to follow you again, "Come on, come sleep on my bedroom floor," you patted the floor.
He began walking in your direction, but as he got to your room, he kept on walking and turned the corner, creeping straight into Jeff's room and collapsing on the floor, quickly falling asleep.
"Hah, rejected by the dog!" You heard Jeff snicker through the wall, quickly joined by many more snickers fro
ReflectionsVal's pursuit led him to the foul beast's domain. The hollowed-out cavern reeked of blood and rancid meat. The dim light he had seen as he charged through the tunnel after the monster could now be identified: torches. Rows of mysteriously lit torches lined the walls of the huge cave. At its center was a substantially large labyrinth of mirrors.
He spotted the beast entering.
He spun his silver broadsword in his hand and hurried in behind it.
His garb was a simple blue and white crusader's leather with thick armored pads and reinforcing steel studs. Lightweight and flexible, but quite effective defense against blunt blows and – in a pinch – the slashing claws of the unholy spawn of the earth. All monster-hunters wore a similar variety in Val's experience. It would serve him well in these close quarters of the mirrored maze.
Right, left, forward, left, right he turned, always catching a glimpse of the beast's tail as he wove his way through the corridors. Every so often he sp
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