[THREAD - OPEN] It's the Blut Royale
Who: Vergil caeruleum_devil, Dante sangre_devil
Where: Dante/Tony's shop
When: driven by this and after this
Summary: Quicksilver Madness fueled fight between two rival half-devil twins? God save us all.
Rating: R for language
Other: Haha, please break it up before they kill each other. No, seriously. They're going to kill each other.
It had been far from an idle threat. For a man working on the thinnest threads of conscience already, this was just a push over the edge. It was rage and violence, supremacy and power. Whatever he wanted was his to take and why shouldn't it be? He DESERVED it. He was the most capable, most powerful creature in this godforsaken city. That final wall of reservation, of caution had been completely demolished and it felt good.
His hasty descent into Terra is evident. He didn't bother to change, still in a crisp dress shirt and pants, not even wearing a full suit or his usual jacket. There had been no time to mess with extra layers, not when such an insulting challenge had been made. He was going to answer it by breaking Dante's face against the wall. He had fought him recently, he knew what to expect. He had the advantage. He was going to slaughter that vulgar, smart-mouthed, sex-driven pervert of a brother. Twins? They were NOTHING alike.
He stops outside Dante shop, clenching a hand into a fist. The smirk spreads across his lips as the eagerness sets in, his entire being nearly trembling in the excitement and energy. Oh, this was going to be a bloody massacre. One of them was going to die, and it wasn't going to be Vergil. He raises a hand to knock on the shop door. Hopefully no one else would be in beside his sibling because his fist draws back to deck whoever opens the door.
Why start later what you could finish now?
Where: Dante/Tony's shop
When: driven by this and after this
Summary: Quicksilver Madness fueled fight between two rival half-devil twins? God save us all.
Rating: R for language
Other: Haha, please break it up before they kill each other. No, seriously. They're going to kill each other.
It had been far from an idle threat. For a man working on the thinnest threads of conscience already, this was just a push over the edge. It was rage and violence, supremacy and power. Whatever he wanted was his to take and why shouldn't it be? He DESERVED it. He was the most capable, most powerful creature in this godforsaken city. That final wall of reservation, of caution had been completely demolished and it felt good.
His hasty descent into Terra is evident. He didn't bother to change, still in a crisp dress shirt and pants, not even wearing a full suit or his usual jacket. There had been no time to mess with extra layers, not when such an insulting challenge had been made. He was going to answer it by breaking Dante's face against the wall. He had fought him recently, he knew what to expect. He had the advantage. He was going to slaughter that vulgar, smart-mouthed, sex-driven pervert of a brother. Twins? They were NOTHING alike.
He stops outside Dante shop, clenching a hand into a fist. The smirk spreads across his lips as the eagerness sets in, his entire being nearly trembling in the excitement and energy. Oh, this was going to be a bloody massacre. One of them was going to die, and it wasn't going to be Vergil. He raises a hand to knock on the shop door. Hopefully no one else would be in beside his sibling because his fist draws back to deck whoever opens the door.
Why start later what you could finish now?