#devil trigger dante

Dante, from his room: I'm coming outside...Don't freak out.

R/n: Dude, I've known you for how long? Nothing about you is going to surprisssss....

[R/n's voice died down when she saw Dante step out of his room a in a form that was both alien but at the same time it felt strangely familiar... Dante watched her carefully with ember like eyes half expecting her freak out and run the second she saw him; instead he was thrown off when she got closer to him for a better look.]

R/n: Whoa....Cool, You kind of remind me of a Kamen Rider.

Dante, flustered: I-i do? which one?

R/n, thinks as she looks him up and down: Hm, Kiva... But with a little bit of Wizard mixed in.

I dunno about Devil Triggers, but she definitely pulled something

This is called: me embracing the fact that I realized I really don’t like doing full color.

My OC Nora from my Demonic Anatomy series on Ao3 (link below) working on a new discovery with Dante, who is approximately three feet taller than her in trigger. She is standing on a step-stool. She is currently pinpointing the unique heart valves that are only active in trigger related to his wings.

(post-Eventide/DMC4, preDMC5)

It all happened so fast.

In one moment, the Fury was impaled on Astra, it’s wicked claw inches from her face. The next, it was kicked away from her, decaying rapidly into dust. The third, a very angry devil had her hoisted in the air by the front of her clothes, eyes ablaze with anger. She clung onto his scaled arm, flailing from being lifted so suddenly from the ground.

“Hey! Let go of me!” Cassandra yelped before being pinned to the brick wall. She hissed from the impact. 

“Don’t you dare do that again.” The devil growled. 

“So I should let Dante get skewered by demons?” She huffed. “Sounds like a terri-” The devil leaned close, a breath away from her, and her words were taken right out of her mouth. 

“Don’t. do it. again.” He growled. “If you die, you will have broken Dante’s heart again. Do I make myself clear?” She nodded. He leaned down, grazing his sharpened fangs against the spot where her neck and collarbone. She felt a hard nip and winced at the sharp pain of broken skin. The devil suddenly dropped her, making her land gracelessly on the ground.

“Oof!” She grunted. Glancing up, she watched as scales returned to flesh. Dante stumbled back with a groan.

“Fucking...” He looked up, at the ripped shrug, the blood trickling down from her neck, and he froze. “Cass? Did...oh my god I’m so sorry-”

“Say that to your demon.” Cassandra grumbled, slowly getting up. “He got pissy at me for stealing your kill-” Dante suddenly hugged her tightly, she could feel him shaking against her-

Oh shit he was crying. Fuck fuck fuck fuck what was she supposed to do.

“Dante? Dante, it’s ok. I promise.” She murmured, wrapping her arms around him. “I’m not that hurt. Just a little bite, nothing some wipes and a band-aid can’t fix. Let’s go get paid and we’ll have pizza and crappy rom-coms that you love so much. Dante, please don’t cry...”

“H-He hurt you-”

“Shhh...it’s ok. It’s ok.” She soothed. “It’s just a bite, nothing so serious-”

“He could’ve killed you though!” He sobbed. Cassandra nuzzled him.

“I know. I know. I’m ok. It’s ok Dante.” She murmured. “Come on, let’s get our money. There’s a big ole pizza waiting for you when we get back to the shop.” He sniffled and nodded.

[Feat. My OC: Cailen Paladino who will appear in an upcoming fic.]  

Cailen was hopeful when she heard Dante and Vergil had returned from hell, she rushed over to Devil mat cry to greet them only to be greeted by a blast of hot air and an immense demonic aura that brought her to her knees, while trying to figure out just what the hell was happening?

Cailen was suddenly picked up like a toddler! she resisted the urge to squeak feeling her legs dangle in air, as her laurel eyes met Dante's burning orange demonic eyes shone warmly at her shock expression there was an odd crackling wood noise that rumbled from his throat, 

A chuckle? the petite brunette thought before feeling Dante's hold suddenly shifted on her uh-oh... "Hold up, hold up now...eek!" Cailen could only wince as she was engulfed in a smoldering bearhug by the happy Devil hunter his wings; that she had just noticed, were almost fluttering before setting her down on her feet.

"Missed you..." Dante hissed as Cailen craned her neck up to look at him she had heard from her son [Cailen is Nero's mother.] about Dante's new form he wasn't joking when he said he was big, then again everyone was big to Cailen; what with her a stunning woman of 5' nothing! often found her self the butt of Dante's teasing even when they were younger!

Cailen was brought out of her thoughts by Dante poking her stomach particularly where she been impaled by a Fury that was aiming for V, he probably wanted to see the damage... She lifted her shirt up a bit to show off a gnarly scar, Dante's eye dimmed a bit. "Nice eh? can't be drinking as much as I used too, they had to take out a kidney." the triggered hunter's wings and shoulders slumped he loved their bar nights together as Cailen pulled her shirt down.

"So are you done showing off, Because It's kind of hurting my neck talking to you like this." Dante shook his head "Not showing off, stuck." Cailen cock an inquisitive brow. "What do you mean stuck? "Dante explained He and Vergil did some non-stop fighting during their way back and due to being trapped in a demonic hellscape of a power house almost a year has caused their trigger control to become a little.... unbalanced, and until their bodies can regulate the extra demonic power and get used to being in the human world's atmosphere again their pretty much under house arrest.

"Speaking of which where is Vergil, is he here?"

"No...not here, he's hiding..."

"Hiding...why would he be hiding?"

"He retained some of V's memories including a certain traumatic one..."

Cailen blinked processing this, Vergil remembered her and V... the fury attacking her losing control of himself and ultimately leaving her defenseless for Nico to pick up, he probably thought she had died given how much blood she lost... "Do you know where he's hiding?" she asked concerned as she watched Dante settle down and watch the new tv Nero had giving him to watch while stuck at home. "Probably in the last place you'd look." he hissed finding a channel playing Godzilla: King of Monsters which caught his interest immediately. *the last place I'd look...* her laurel green eyes widened thanked Dante giving him a kiss on the mandible while he purred picked up a bag of popcorn started making it pop in his hands by focusing his aura.

-At your house-

The last place Cailen would look for Vergil is her house! V had stayed there locking himself in her study reading her books and research papers, until it was time to leave for Redgrave, The first thing Cailen had noticed when she discharged from the hospital was the the last book V read had a bookmark in it, you wouldn't save a page unless you were planning to come back and read it...

Sure enough when Cailen got home she was met by a blast of freezing air and a demonic aura that matched Dante's in power, the brunette shuddered feeling her arms covered in goosebumps the windows were frosted over the conjurer noted making a flower along the cold glass as she went deeper into her darken house, she tried a switch a few times but, the electricity seemed to be out.

Vergil's energy must've overloaded the fuse box... when she got to her study's door could see her breath and feel a sense of longing for the man hiding on the other side of the door and hesitantly went to to knock only for the door to suddenly opened and a beat Cailen was yank inside and held against a hard chest the room was dark save for the low blue glow of Vergil's eyes and markings.

Cailen was surprise to to find how warm in temperature Vergil's body was in comparison to the frigid energy emanating from him, he had his wings closed around them, his body was tense and his eye were glued on her tiny form, blocking what little light was leaking into the room, her hand curiously traced the blue V on his chest causing a an odd purring noise coming from the demon, but Vergil had to make sure of something "is your body alright?" he hissed not bothering to hide the worry in his voice.

"It's healing." Cailen assured him Vergil's only response was wary hum before cautiously tugging at her shirt, the brunette pulled it up to let him see the scar on her hip, Vergil's eyes had darkened dangerously as he took in the discolored flesh his thumb gently tracing over the mark as if Cailen was made of glass, only to stop his ministrations when he heard her take a sharp breath. "Did that hurt?" he asked watching her reaction carefully seeing the tips of her ears were pink, Cailen shook her head. "No the scar- I -I'm very sensitive there *ahem*" Vergil's tail twitched curiously, he'll definitely remember that...

Vergil was brought out his thoughts by Cailen wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him into a hug this seem to put him at ease his arms found their way around her waist, Vergil buried his face into crook of her neck. "I missed you." the brunette murmured the devil rumble softly in response, it's been along time since he felt someone hug him like this...

 in fact it's been a long time since he's had anyone shown him physical affection. Vergil never realized how how much he missed her and how touch starved he truly was, until he started getting vague flashes of her and his human half together...

Summary: R/n the love of Dante's life is dead... killed saving a kid from getting hit by a truck by taking the hit instead, what a shitty thing to come home to...Right? So, how the hell is his dead girlfriend sitting in a diner booth across from him, talking to a old man, a hippie, and a mail woman? and how come no one else can recognize her?

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a few minutes later...

R/n was woken up by Nate with a pair pliers digging into her head as two Gravelings [ the gremlin demons] held her down, she felt him trying to pry something out of her skull, she hissed in pain as Nate smirked finally grabbed and pulled whatever was stuck in her head free. "Ah-ha! Got'cha ya wee little bastard!" He cheered victoriously showing her it was bullet.

R/n stared at it dazed and confused where’d that came from? then she remember Dante... That jackass! Who fuck shoots someone without asking 'what the hell is gong on?' first?! The y/ht reaper groaned feeling the hole in her head closing and healing at rapid pace; that always feels weird... but then her logical side caught up to her.

How did...How did Dante recognize her? The others explained that the living shouldn't be able to recognize her at all because she like every Grim had like some reaper glamour curse or whatever it was changed her appearance?... 

"What happen, did you see how your last appointment died?" Nate asked snapping her out f her thoughts as he examined the bullet assuming she was a witness to a murder. "No.." R/n sighed and went to say a demon hunter shot her, but was cut off by said hunter who had been watching them from the roof jumped down.

He scared the hell out of Nate who subconsciously put himself between R/n and Dante, who looks ready kill them until the elder reaper spoke up. "Hey listen pal, I don't know what your beef is, but you better back off now!" instead Dante grabbed him by the neck and pulled him up to his face while keeping Ebony pointed at R/n mumbled "Not again..." and waited for the shot to go off as a tense silence filled the air. 

"I’m going give you a chance..."

The demon hunter hissed as his aura fluctuated he was so pissed and about to trigger..."What are you demons planning? Why does that thing look like R/n?" he growled as Nate eyes widened stunned. "You...you know who she? But that's not possible unless.." Dante lips curled into snarl as a red hot flash filled the alley and his SDT form was suddenly standing before them as he pulled Nate closer to his face. 

"Tick-tock little man..." 

Dante growled as Nate tried not to sputter incoherently before finally blurting out. "We're not demons! We're Grim Reapers!?" He choked the half-devil eyes widened and he looked at he man, he seemed to be telling the truth the scent coming of them was of Grave soil and dead lilies the sort of thing death was associated with...

Dante's mind processed this if they really were Reapers then that meant they were once human...and if that was the case then; His ember like eyes looked at R/n's lookalike who was know being held up by sword point, she nodded vigorously a Nate’s revelation. without a word Dante dropped Nate who landed on the ground with a yelp and made his sword disappear the y/hc reaper sighed relieved that she wasn’t gonna be missing her head anytime soon...

But that relief was short lived as R/n felt her feet leave the ground before she or Nate could protest Dante took off with her in his arms! He was nothing more than a speck in the sky as the senior reaper managed to pull himself of the ground watching on with a panicked expression "Oh Ballcock! Glenn is gonna strangle me!" he yelled running a hand through his hair...

Meanwhile..

"DANTE, STOP!"

"__"

"Don't fucking ignore me, put me down!!"

"...No"

The devil hunter hissed as R/n struggled in his hold making Dante tighten his grip on her as he flew to god knows where! as R/n frowned at him honestly she couldn't blame him at the moment, She's been dead what, 3 months now? and he's just found out she's been walking around enjoying what un-life had offer and never once bothered to seek him out!...

But then again, It wasn't her fault! Nate told R/n that Dante wouldn't recognize her because of some glamour spell all reaper gain moments after their "birth" R/n never even bothered to ask if this spell even worked on demons or half-demons; She just took Nate's word for it, after all she was the Reapling and the hippie was her grave-parent!

R/n's stomach churned as she tried not to think about how her body would heal itself from a fall at this height and speed! "Dante, I'm serious if you don't land us right now, I will barf on you!" She snapped feeling bile rise up from her throat, the half demon let out a rumble before landing them in a forested area where he knew they wouldn't be disturbed.

R/n true to her word bolted for a bush the second Dante put her down and threw up only there was only was something off about it at least from Dante's perspective instead of bile this odd shimmering gold vapor fell out of R/n's throat every time she heaved and floated away. "Urg, that's what I get for skipping breakfast..." the y/ht woman groaned before noticing Dante gawking a her legs she looked saw they've gone spectral.

"Don't freak it happens I just need to eat." she said pulling a small pack of cookies from her hoodie pocket and started munch as Dante's ember like eyes examined her from head to toe, he still hadn't De-Triggered, not that R/n blamed him he was probably expecting her skin to tear open and a demon to jump out at him and wasn't taking any chances.

"How did you end like this?" The reaper cocked a brow at metallic tang Dante's voice had to it, and resisted the urge to smile she missed hearing his trigger voice she always found it sexy... but that's obviously the last thing on the half-demon's mind. "I don't know how to answer that." a low growl escaped from Dante pretty telling her that she had better find a way, causing R/n's temper to flare up. 

"What do you want me to say Dante?! Sorry, I died?!

"No! I just want to know why you never came home."

"Because the dead can't interact with their former lives..." Her next words cut through Dante's heart like a dagger as this gray mist suddenly moved in behind her.

 "It's not my home anymore, So do us both a favor and forget me move on." she kissed his cheek before walking into some mist that disappeared as quickly as it appeared. leaving Dante alone again, suddenly the was a loud explosion as Dante released a huge burst of energy that knock of trees and left a large crater where he was standing. As if he’d let something like death keep him from his girl! he roared before flying back to his shop to figure out a plan.

Meanwhile 

(post DMC4, Eventide AU)

Dante’s inner devil still...did not like Cassandra. Not for the heartbreak, not for the hurt she caused. 

But what was once rage and hatred was fading fast since her return into Dante’s life. It was obvious she was regretful of her actions, her fears, and it was slowly wheedling away at his hurt. 

He realized he was going soft on her one fateful job, fighting against an escaped Behemoth. Cassandra had tried, and failed, to stop it, which was why he was here slicing into it’s skin. The Behemoth roared out and charged away from him-

Right to the recovering Cassandra.

No! He couldn’t let that happen! He swooped forward, grabbing her and pulling her up above the demon. Cassandra shrieked in surprise, clinging onto him as he soared to the roof of a smaller building. Setting her on the roof, he stared at her.