Devil May Cry (Dante/Vergil)
Title: Things I Cannot Win
Author: Laryna6
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Incest, non-graphic sex at end.
Word count: 296
Prompt: July 3 #10 - Devil May Cry, Dante/Vergil: Beginning of the end - "The winter here's cold, chilled us to the bone. Haven't seen the sun for weeks - too long, too far from home"
“I spend my whole life saving humanity, and they go and fuck themselves.” Dante looked up at the shrouded sky.
Vergil was reminded of the underworld, and felt more at home in this ruined earth than perhaps he ever had. “What happened?”
“Nuclear winter.” It looked like it was going to snow, though it always did. Grimy flakes, not the white as pristine as Vergil’s hair Dante remembered from decades ago. Remembered from a shared childhood, making snow angels. Vergil had put horns on his. “Long story.”
If Dante didn’t want to tell it, Vergil didn’t care. “There’s nothing left for you here.” There had never been anything for either of them. Where they belonged was their father’s home, where Vergil now ruled.
And yet, even among his own kind, he had never felt so alone.
Dante just shrugged. “There are still some survivors. I’ve been helping them out.” Though there were fewer and fewer children, and most of them died of cancer before making it to adulthood. He didn’t want to admit that humanity was dying, not to Vergil. Didn’t want Vergil to have been right.
“Come home, Dante.” With me.
Dante said nothing, looking out on the wasteland with an expression that Vergil knew should never appear on his twin’s face. He cursed humanity for causing his brother such pain. They had never caused them anything but pain. Except for Mother, but she was different.
Finally Dante turned, looking at him with an expression that was much more like his old self. “Tell you what, how about you make it worth my while?”
Dante’s gloved hands rubbed ashes into Vergil’s hair as they writhed on the cold ground, the red and blue of their coats beneath them the only color in this blighted world.
Author: Laryna6
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Incest, non-graphic sex at end.
Word count: 296
Prompt: July 3 #10 - Devil May Cry, Dante/Vergil: Beginning of the end - "The winter here's cold, chilled us to the bone. Haven't seen the sun for weeks - too long, too far from home"
“I spend my whole life saving humanity, and they go and fuck themselves.” Dante looked up at the shrouded sky.
Vergil was reminded of the underworld, and felt more at home in this ruined earth than perhaps he ever had. “What happened?”
“Nuclear winter.” It looked like it was going to snow, though it always did. Grimy flakes, not the white as pristine as Vergil’s hair Dante remembered from decades ago. Remembered from a shared childhood, making snow angels. Vergil had put horns on his. “Long story.”
If Dante didn’t want to tell it, Vergil didn’t care. “There’s nothing left for you here.” There had never been anything for either of them. Where they belonged was their father’s home, where Vergil now ruled.
And yet, even among his own kind, he had never felt so alone.
Dante just shrugged. “There are still some survivors. I’ve been helping them out.” Though there were fewer and fewer children, and most of them died of cancer before making it to adulthood. He didn’t want to admit that humanity was dying, not to Vergil. Didn’t want Vergil to have been right.
“Come home, Dante.” With me.
Dante said nothing, looking out on the wasteland with an expression that Vergil knew should never appear on his twin’s face. He cursed humanity for causing his brother such pain. They had never caused them anything but pain. Except for Mother, but she was different.
Finally Dante turned, looking at him with an expression that was much more like his old self. “Tell you what, how about you make it worth my while?”
Dante’s gloved hands rubbed ashes into Vergil’s hair as they writhed on the cold ground, the red and blue of their coats beneath them the only color in this blighted world.