#legacydevil

I dunno, he looks way more like you than I do.

“Suit up, kid, we got a place to be.”

That day of the year was always the darkest. Even the skies seemed to mourn the loss of life that happened in that very date, tinted in red from horizon to horizon;

           Somehow even after over 40 years, Dante couldn’t keep           the business as usual demeanor, failling in adding a           comic tone to the forceful invitation, hurling Nero’s coat           in his lap as headed for the door already; Maybe with NERO           there it wouldn’t be as hard --  

lol explains the whole 'fite me later' thing with dante he wanted time to sober up

legacydevil replied to your post “So Urizen ate a fruit made of human blood and I’m suppose to believe...”

the real power vergil sought from the fruit was not being a light weight anymore

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That's why he lost to Dante he was just fucking sloshed

      he  knows  he  should  rest,  just  for  a  second;       just  enough  for  his  hands  to  stop  trembling       and  for  his  body  stop  faltering  at  every  step       but  time  is  a  too  sweet  luxury  they  CAN’T       afford  to  waste  /  not  because  of  him.

                    ❝  we  don’t  have  much  time.  ❞

    Hellion      devastated      PREDESTINED      events     /     butterfly      effect      rippling      surface      ————       he      had      signed      her     death      sentence      prior   ,    all      for     the      sake      of     sanguine      lusting      roots.      The     red-head      had      𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶      to     lose      if      she     failed   ,      might      as     well      go      out     with      a      bang        ❝     C’      Mon   ,     don’t      you      wanna’      hear     about      how      many      people      I     had      drained   ,     ❞       flickering      gaze     sizes      him      up ,    taunting      behind       SARDONIC      grin     her      digits      curling      &      uncurling      /     come      a      little      closer   ,      closer   ,      closer      !!!        ❝      Before      they     bit      the      dust   ,     now      you      just     made      them      die     for      zilch.      All     that      juice      you     spilled   ,      all     those      lives   …      are     another      stain      on     the      pavement      huh   ?      ❞

❛    this ain’t no place for  WEAKLINGS.   so why dontcha` just  BEAT IT  ?    ❜

They’re all burning, every one of them.    Stray  thought  roams,  as  Nero’s  gaze  shifts  to  look  at  the  Devil  Hunter  beside  him.  An  ironic  kind  of  quiet  follows  suit  of  offhand  remark,  seizes  the  air  around  them,  while  sea-shore  blues  watch  for  a  moment  to  gauge  the  tone.   ❝   Ya  know,  if  there’s  anythin’  at  all  rattlin’  around  in  there—  ❞  Sole  finger  lifts  upwards  to  point  vaguely  in  the  other’s  direction,  short-lived  desultory  act  before  his  hand  falls  back  to  his  side,   ❝  I’d  be  impressed.  ❞  

How  long  has  it  been  since  the  incident  in  Fortuna?     Since  he  chased  the  man  in  red  across  the  island.  The  hunt  that  threw  him  past  the  closed  doors  of  The  Order,   unveiled  secrets,  twists  and  turns  that  set  him  to  the  path  he  was  now.   Whatever  came  before  the  shattering  of  stained  glass  and  gunshot,  was  beyond  him.  Dante  hides  his  own  set  of  life  horrors  far  better  than  most,  levity  caught  between  each  breath,  every  other  spoken  utterance  delivered  in  humour.   And  Nero  does  as  he  does,  and  deflects.

❝  But  I’ve  got  some  time  to  kill.  ❞   Lips  curl,  a  show  of  pearly  teeth  in  his  grin;  harboured  taunt  freely  offered.  Double  meaning  written  between  the  lines, as  he  pushes   himself  from  the  wall  he  leant  his  weight  upon.  Rolling  shoulder  as  his  back  straightens,  focus  turning  towards  the  door.  ❝  And  if  you’re  lookin’  to  fill  your  head with  noise,  sure  I  can  get  Morrison  to  cut  ya  10%.  ❞  No  more,  maybe  less.  He’s  got  his  cut,  man’s  got  his  own,  and  Nico—Nico  always  calls  first  dibs  on  the  money  pool.

   >> 🔥 <<   NERO’S INITIAL RESPONSE AND DEDUCTION OF HIMSELF WAS QUITE TRUE.   not many caught him with his guard down  ;  something that only came out in small doses these days.   morose actions and words felt like a life  -  time ago as broken soul dug itself out of a cage and pulled itself to where it is today.  while veiled he knew at least that he was doing better and even if he    HID    how he felt when it was anything negative   --  though thought doesn’t last as a smirk comes to lips,  sharp teeth flashing.    

❝       pretty sure  ANYONE   would be these days,       ❞   he replies,  subtle dig to himself as he scratched at the back of his neck in thought.

IVORY    spun in hand,  smirking as the other hunter seemed content  --  possibly  --  to join him on his little deflection out into the world a bit.  ten percent of   ANYTHING   would do him good right now  ;  large cut or small he was in need of some    FUNDS    to skirt.  to pay some bills of his own at current.