Meeting Dante's Devil Side
Warnings: Suggestive Monster Fucking 😉
The fight had been brutal, it had to have been for Dante to end up like this. Nero hadn’t said much about it though, too busy focused on dragging an unconscious Dante up the stairs of Devil May Cry and to his bedroom. Nero said to just let him rest, to let his magic healing do all the work.
You had decided to wait in the room and watch him, make sure that he was ok. You sat on the heavy chair opposite the bed, reading your book, waiting.
You lost track of time, and lost track of watching Dante until a strange voice pulled you from the pages.
“Our pretty human,” said a voice that sounded like Dante’s, but was just slightly wrong. The sounds were elongated, hissed and rough.
You looked over in alarm to see Dante sitting up on the bed, bare chested with the sheets pooling around his waist. He seems healed but his eyes are glowing red in the dim light of the room. He’s breathing heavily, like he’s run a marathon, but not quite, it’s shallow, he’s breathing more like he doesn’t quite understand how his lungs work.
“Dante?” You call out to him cautiously, a little bit of concern in your voice.
“Dante is sleeping,” he replies, hissed and nonchalantly and, well that’s a bit weird. Before you can react to that though he’s moved, almost too quick for your eyes to follow. Dante flings himself out from under the covers. He sits above them, sort of, he’s sat down but also sort of squatting on his haunches like an animal.
He looks feral, his facial expression not quite right. Red eyes peeking out from behind long hair falling in his face. His eyes are glowing in the dim light of the room.
He speaks again, low and rough, “hello human. Our pretty human.”
“Dante?” You ask again, your voice cracks. You’re a little bit worried now, a little bit scared. You try to back away from the creature in front of you, but you get stuck, unable to move the heavy chair.
The creature wearing Dante’s skin breathes out heavily and hisses again, “we are Dante. Dante is us. We have always been Dante. Dante has always been us. We are Dante’s other. Do not be afraid. Soft human.”
You don’t move, frantically looking around the room trying to find something to use as a weapon.
It speaks again and your eyes snap back to it. Even though you can tell now that it’s not Dante, it’s still his face, and it’s pulling an expression on his face that looks surprisingly hurt at your alarm. “We are there. Always. Behind his eyes. See everything. See chocolate ice cream on the beach. See pizza in bed for breakfast. Many memories. We are friend. Are lover to human. Dante likes you, pretty human. We like you. When Dante thinks about you it makes us warm here,” it gestures to its chest over its heart, “feels fuzzy. Also makes us warm here,” it gestures between its legs and then reaches and palms at its crotch, “this one feels good.”
You’re taken back by what it’s said, by the nice words and the dirty ones; you can’t help the blush that’s formed on your cheeks. You feel yourself becoming less scared of the creature. It seems ridiculous to your conscious mind but to your subconscious one, it’s acting just like Dante without the farce of his humour; lost and scared and unsure. It’s trying to appeal to you, to remind you of memories that it obviously has of the two of you.
You’re still scared but there’s something drawing you to the strange creature that looks like your lover. You stand up, walk towards it. You don’t think it’s going to hurt you.
It lifts it head up to meet your eyes when you stand beside it. It very slowly raises a clawed hand that it then presses gently against your cheek. The touch is warm, soft and familiar, a gesture that Dante does to you often to help you relax, to help you feel safe.
You reach out to this strange beast and brush the hair back from its face, responding to its touch with something that you often do to Dante. You watch as its eyes narrow to glowing pinpricks at your motion as the corners of its eyes crinkle up in a smile, lips twisting into a wild grin as you cup its own cheek.
You watch the creature for a while, not moving. It seems calm and relaxed, rubbing its face against your palm.
Eventually, it breaks the silence.
“Dante will not let us touch fragile human,” it begins to speak in its distorted, hissed voice, “will not let you meet us. Worried we will hurt human.” It takes your hand from its face and holds it in its claws. “But we not hurt soft human. We like human. Want human to have beating heart. Want to give human beating hearts of other devils for gift. Human gives us head scratches and warm holes for our cock. We like soft human. Want to give human only nice things, nice feelings. Make human scream name. Dante says no. But Dante not here. Sleeping. Pretty human here. We here. Want to play with soft human. Human want to play with us?”
The creature is smirking by the time it finishes speaking, the expression so fucking Dante that you’re not sure how to react. It’s obviously aware of what it’s saying, is it trying to seduce you? You don’t want it to be working, but aside from the strange voice and the glowing eyes, it’s still your lover sitting in front of you and dirty talking to you. It’s working.
The creature grins, stretching its lips almost unnaturally. ‘We smell you,” it takes in a deep breath through its nose, “delicious. Good human. Body wants to play even though mind not sure.”
It lifts up off the bed until it’s towering over you almost at Dante’s full height, its clawed hands pressing on your shoulders. “We want to eat soft human. Not bad eat. Good eat. Eat until pretty human scream for us and cover our tongue with cream. Pretty human will like. We have nice tongue. Human say yes.”
You watch as right in front of your face Dante opens his mouth and an impossibly long tongue rolls out of his mouth, it’s dark brown and covered in ridges and bumps. The creature cocks its head and watches you expectantly, sniffing at the air.
You take in a deep breath, terrified but now also aroused. You watch as its eyes glint in the dim light, watch as your lover’s skin starts to darken as glowing veins begin to rise against his skin. Your skin begins to prickle, hair standing on end as the room is suddenly overcome with a surge of energy.
You watch the creature wearing your lover’s skin and smile at it. What’s the worst that could happen? You think as you open your mouth to utter a single word.
“Yes.”
