DMC Self-Insert Fic Preview
So, my husband (Bless this man) and I have been doing a text roleplay for a while now, where he plays Dante and I play a self insert character. I've decided I want to try and clean it up a little bit and turn it into a full blown fanfic. I was wondering if someone, anyone, would like to read it and tell me if they would like to see more of it? It will get a M rating later if I continue, but right now it's safe for all ages. Trigger warnings include: Depression, Eating Disorder (Caused by Depression), Unhealthy coping mechanisms, Eventual Smut, Canon typical blood and gore. More warnings will be added as needed/thought of.
Selene sighed as Lady and Trish left for the day. She liked both women well enough, but their bickering and insistence that they owned the place, despite Morrison telling them differently, really got under her skin. But it wasn't like she could say anything to them, they were fighters. Selene was under no illusions, very aware that she was not a warrior in any way shape or form. She sighed heavily again as she began the process of cleaning up the mess Lady and Trish had left behind, empty pizza boxes, paper plates, paper cups and crumpled napkins everywhere. The short woman grumbled under her breath, but despite her grumbling and annoyance, Selene was thankful for the messes left behind. It helped keep her busy and being busy helped keep her mind off missing Dante so much that it felt like a void in her chest that was unable to be filled. Only distraction worked; or sleeping pills that she had been taking far too many of. Morrison, Nero and even Kyrie had voiced their concern for her wellbeing, seeing the dark circles under her eyes, and the fact that she had lost quite a bit of weight from her lack of appetite.
After a while of cleaning up the mess, she turned to the administrative tasks that needed her attention. Paperwork needed filing and bills needed to be paid; though she could do that online since she had insisted that internet be installed in the shop. Once all that was done, she began dusting shelves and the jukebox, neither of which needed the cleaning, but she was desperate to avoid another night of nightmares and restless sleep. It had been a year, Nero, Lady, Trish, Nico and Kyrie all seemed to be worry-free, unconcerned with Dante's well-being. She didn't know if it was confidence in the man, or knowing that Dante was with his twin, fighting together for the first time in who knew how long, but Selene couldn't shake her worry for the half-Devil she had stupidly fallen in love with. She picked up a glass, only to drop it with how badly her hands were shaking, either from lack of sleep or lack of food she wasn't sure, but she was sure that she needed to clean up that glass. She kneeled and began to pick up the shards, not even realizing that tears were streaming down her face, or that she had managed to cut two of her fingers in her daze.
Slowly, without Selene realizing it at first, a drop of her blood fell from her finger and began to fall through the air. But instead of hitting the floor with a little plop, the dropâs decent slowed through the air, which is when she noticed the drop of blood in the first place. She couldnât bring herself to move as her eyes followed the path of her blood, what seemed like an eternity later, the drop hit the floor with what seemed like a deafening crash that broke the blanket of silence on Devil May Cry. The blood drop began to move, making Seleneâs breath catch in her chest as she watched it move along the wooden floor. It took an embarrassingly long moment before she realized that the blood droplet was heading toward the desk. To her complete disbelief it began to climb the desk and kept going until it landed on the line leading to the older rotary phone sitting innocently on the desk. Selene went to take a step forward, only to jump and yelp when the phone rang out through the deafening silence. It was a shock to her, because the phone almost never really worked when people called; on top of the phone no longer ringing after it became known in the bounty hunting society that Dante was no longer in the game. After that one ring, however, nothing else followed. Just the return of the silence that had plagued her for over a year. The blood, however, kept a dull glow, as if energy were trying to fill it. And the energy felt familiar to her, which caused more tears to fall and stain her face.
Selene stared at the drop of blood on the phone line, heart pounding where it had nearly stopped when it rang out. Her golden eyes were wide, almost wild, with surprise and fear. Fear that she was losing her mind. She knew of the things this world was capable of, of magic and demons and devils, but with her lack of sleep and nutrition she wouldn't be surprised if she later found that she was hallucinating. The woman could feel how shaky her legs were, eyes still wide and hands shaking even more than her legs, but she made her way over to the desk and shakily reached out for the phone, her fingers were still bleeding, something she had only been made aware of due to the single drop of blood doing the impossible. After a moment of further hesitation, she picked up the phone and put it to her ear, almost expecting something to crawl out of the receiver and kill her before she could even access her magic. And with the state she was in her barrier would probably fall with a breath anyway, "H-hello?" Her voice was hoarse from the silently flowing tears she had been crying moments before, and from a general lack of use. She barely spoke to Lady or Trish, only marginally spoke more to Nero or Kyrie. Selene had let Dante crawl under her skin and missed him like she was missing some vital organ with him gone for so long.
Static greeted her on the other end, there wasnât a dial-tone; indicating that it was a live line. The noise seemed to grow and recede, almost like waves in the ocean; before she managed to make out what sounded like voices among all the white noise. They were just loud enough to call them voices, but not loud enough to tell what was being said in any way, all the words and voices seemed to blend into a cacophony of tones. But just when she was starting to give up on understanding anything that was being said, she heard a single word that made her blood run cold and her heart leap into her throat. It was a word, a name, she had not heard in over a year which led her to believe that she really was losing her mind in her depression. One word rang through her mind as the blood droplet lost its glow and the phone line went dead. Kitten. Only Dante had ever called her Kitten. The new silence was louder than any of the previous silences had been, ringing in her ears like a siren, echoing in her mind as the thoughts about Dante and what this could possibly mean for her failing mental health bounced around.
She used to question what people meant when they said that silence could be loud, but now she knew. She knew what it was like to walk into the shop, a shop that used to be so loud and alive with the people, the man, that filled it. And now it felt like a grave she was burying herself in. But to hear Kitten of all things out of a phone that barely worked on a good day, despite her best efforts, had her heart pounding in her ears and bile rising in her throat as she choked on a sob and sank to the ground, clutching the phone to her chest as she choked out Dante's name into the silence, her hoarse voice bouncing off the empty walls. She sat there what felt like hours, long enough to lose all feeling in her legs, crying Dante's name into the dead phone before she completely lost her voice, and hope. Clearly, she had finally lost her mind, there was no way that had been real, no way. She was clearly just desperate for any sign, to the point of hallucination. She forced herself to stand up and slam the phone back onto its cradle. Once that was done, she went into the kitchen space, behind the main office type area Dante used to set up in. Selene opened one of the cabinets and grabbed the bottle of sleeping pills she had put in there, popped three into her mouth and dry swallowed them, then made her way upstairs. She had taken to sleeping long hours in the room she used to share with Dante, something that used to be a comfort and now felt even more like a grave. His scent had long faded from the bedding, and there were no other traces of the man she had given her heart to. Selene collapsed onto the bed, curling up under one of Dante's old coats, and closed her eyes. All she could do was let the too-high dose of sleeping pills take over her malnourished body and drag her mind under in a way that she couldn't accomplish normally anymore. The medicine didn't take long to take effect, she passed out with tears escaping her closed eyes and a whisper of Dante's name on her lips.
