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Title: The Tides Turn
Type: Drabble
Fandom: Devil May Cry
Subject: Nero, Kyrie and myself
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Final nightmare of the three, this one was of Possessed!Nero. :> Chopped up and sloppy, old style is go, fffffffff.
I remember opening my eyes, and blinking a few times before realizing where I stood. I was in Fortuna, the architecture still gorgeous as ever, the sky being a mixture of pastel pinks and yellows. The breeze was blowing. The fountain had been fixed, the headquarters completely restored, and all the ruins and remains cleaned up. Yet something still felt out of place.
Up on the steps of the headquarters, I saw Kyrie, looking worriedly at something far behind me. I turned, not seeing anything at first. But I heard it- the clashing of metal, the resonating screech of dying scarecrows, and sound of a revving Red Queen, all in the distance. After staring for a few minutes, I saw him, dancing in between the scarecrows like toys, playing with them. Each one fell right after the other. The Red Queen moved as if it were alive, feeling and dancing to an unheard beat. One by one, gone, until they were all finished, and he finally stopped moving. That was when I noticed that his jacket was gone. He only had his vest, trousers, boots, and pants, and surprisingly, it looked like he didn't care.
Slowly he turned, and my eyes wandered to his Devil Bringer. The light blue glow faded after his elbow, but his entire right arm was decoratively colored in a deep blue and red. The colors swirled all over his arm, as if they were fleeting wisps of cigarette smoke. I saw his revealed shoulder, and realized that the demonic arm actually continued into his body, like a parasite- a gorgeous yet tragic combination of hate and sorrow.
I finally looked at his face, and I swallowed hard. There was no cute, soft, innocent look, nor was there any look of remorse. Just a cold stare. His eyes were dark, I couldn't see anything in them, and the right half of his face was patterned with the demonic colors found in his right arm. Then I noticed the demonic glow surrounding him. It was like a small aura, collapsing and rebuilding, as if it were spirit fire.
"Kyrie..." I asked, slowly walking to Kyrie on the steps, "Is... he all right? When did he get those markings?" She shook her head, somewhat vigorously.
"I don’t know. They just... started appearing one day."
I watched him put the Red Queen back onto his back and walk forward towards us. His mouth opened to a small sneer, and he kept moving. I looked at him, unsure of what to do, and then I noticed his eyes change. They turned red. As he got past the fountain, I saw him hold out the Devil Bringer. Something began materializing, and I already knew what it was.
"Kyrie!!" I shouted. "Go!! Get out of here!! He’s got Yamato!!" The girl looked confused, staring between Nero, who was closing in on us, and me. She had the look on her face as if she was wondering what she should do. At this point, I heard a small chuckle escape from his lips. Chills went down my spine. Something was wrong. "Are you stupid?! He’s going to kill you!! Go!!" I screamed at Kyrie again. I looked into her face, and I stopped yelling. In her eyes I saw a sorrow and a determination that I cannot describe, and I will probably never feel. Slowly, she walked down the steps, towards Nero. I screamed at her, telling her to run. She didn’t listen.
"Nero..." She said softly to him, a few feet away. He halted at the bottom of the steps, Yamato fully materialized in his right hand now. He stopped, as if he was unsure of whether to keep moving or not. "Nero... it's me, Kyrie." She walked toward him, her hands close to her chest. He sneered, and recoiled as she went to touch his face. "Nero... it’s all right. I’m here. I’m safe. You can stop now." He was silent, his red eyes following her as she advanced closer. She reached him, finally. I held my breath. She placed her hands on his face, and I swore I heard him grunt a single response to her touch.
"Don't."
She smiled, her eyes trying to reassure this demon that she was here for him. He closed his eyes, letting out a sigh. Kyrie walked in closer, trying to hold and comfort him. I breathed out, relieved. I closed my eyes. The breeze blew by, and on it, I heard something. A voice, shouting my name. Someone screaming for me to run.
I opened my eyes, and saw Nero open his. A quick smirk formed on his face, and my heart stopped beating. I heard the sound of metal whirl through the air. The next thing I knew, Kyrie was behind Nero, still in her same spot, but she was clutching her necklace, holding it close to her heart. Nero had Yamato at his side, in its sheath, and it was almost closed. Kyrie turned to face him. "Nero... I…" The hilt clicked, and Kyrie fell over. I screamed bloody murder and fell on my rear, too shocked to move away or run. I knew she was dead. I knew he had killed her. The pool of blood now forming below her body only confirmed this.
Nero’s head whirled to see me now, after I had screamed. He stared at me, his red eyes locking onto mine, and I felt my heart freeze over in terror. My brain seemed to be frozen, but my body reacted without it anyways. I scrambled backwards like a crab until I hit a column, and I paused to look at what was coming at me. Nero was walking forward, Yamato in hand, red eyes on me, and a sick, sadistic smile plastered on his face. He was enjoying terrorizing me.
I got up onto my feet and ran to the door of the headquarters. Nero followed, slowly closing in on me. I banged on the front doors, screaming. The door refused to open, and no one responded. Nero kept coming. I ran to one side of the building, hoping to find an open window or something I could smash through to get to safety. But the walls were high, and so were the windows. I couldn't reach them if I tried. I ran back, dodging past columns and blocks.
I almost reached the other side, when I felt something grab me from behind. I cursed at myself for being careless, and then began screaming. I felt myself being hurled back towards him, and I tried swinging at him. No use. I saw his face sneer at me, then smile wickedly. I felt myself be shoved against the headquarters door, the Devil Bringer tightening around my throat. It became harder to breathe, my windpipe being closed by the strong arm that held me. Not thinking, I suddenly spat at him, hitting him square in the face. I glared and gasped out a few words, taunting.
"Fucking... Emo... Prettyboy."
He stared at me, wiping off the spit on his face, and then smiled. A sadistic smile. His red eyes danced. I saw him lift Yamato up to my throat, the cold metal pressing against my larynx. Things began growing dark. He sneered, and then he chuckled, leaning in towards me, speaking in a somewhat hushed tone. I heard his voice... but it was combined with another voice. One that was cold, harsh, unforgiving. I knew who it was. His voice on its own spread chills over my weakening body. I knew it was over now. The Dark Slayer had returned.
"Your prettyboy's sleeping. Time for you to die."
Type: Drabble
Fandom: Devil May Cry
Subject: Nero, Kyrie and myself
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Final nightmare of the three, this one was of Possessed!Nero. :> Chopped up and sloppy, old style is go, fffffffff.
I remember opening my eyes, and blinking a few times before realizing where I stood. I was in Fortuna, the architecture still gorgeous as ever, the sky being a mixture of pastel pinks and yellows. The breeze was blowing. The fountain had been fixed, the headquarters completely restored, and all the ruins and remains cleaned up. Yet something still felt out of place.
Up on the steps of the headquarters, I saw Kyrie, looking worriedly at something far behind me. I turned, not seeing anything at first. But I heard it- the clashing of metal, the resonating screech of dying scarecrows, and sound of a revving Red Queen, all in the distance. After staring for a few minutes, I saw him, dancing in between the scarecrows like toys, playing with them. Each one fell right after the other. The Red Queen moved as if it were alive, feeling and dancing to an unheard beat. One by one, gone, until they were all finished, and he finally stopped moving. That was when I noticed that his jacket was gone. He only had his vest, trousers, boots, and pants, and surprisingly, it looked like he didn't care.
Slowly he turned, and my eyes wandered to his Devil Bringer. The light blue glow faded after his elbow, but his entire right arm was decoratively colored in a deep blue and red. The colors swirled all over his arm, as if they were fleeting wisps of cigarette smoke. I saw his revealed shoulder, and realized that the demonic arm actually continued into his body, like a parasite- a gorgeous yet tragic combination of hate and sorrow.
I finally looked at his face, and I swallowed hard. There was no cute, soft, innocent look, nor was there any look of remorse. Just a cold stare. His eyes were dark, I couldn't see anything in them, and the right half of his face was patterned with the demonic colors found in his right arm. Then I noticed the demonic glow surrounding him. It was like a small aura, collapsing and rebuilding, as if it were spirit fire.
"Kyrie..." I asked, slowly walking to Kyrie on the steps, "Is... he all right? When did he get those markings?" She shook her head, somewhat vigorously.
"I don’t know. They just... started appearing one day."
I watched him put the Red Queen back onto his back and walk forward towards us. His mouth opened to a small sneer, and he kept moving. I looked at him, unsure of what to do, and then I noticed his eyes change. They turned red. As he got past the fountain, I saw him hold out the Devil Bringer. Something began materializing, and I already knew what it was.
"Kyrie!!" I shouted. "Go!! Get out of here!! He’s got Yamato!!" The girl looked confused, staring between Nero, who was closing in on us, and me. She had the look on her face as if she was wondering what she should do. At this point, I heard a small chuckle escape from his lips. Chills went down my spine. Something was wrong. "Are you stupid?! He’s going to kill you!! Go!!" I screamed at Kyrie again. I looked into her face, and I stopped yelling. In her eyes I saw a sorrow and a determination that I cannot describe, and I will probably never feel. Slowly, she walked down the steps, towards Nero. I screamed at her, telling her to run. She didn’t listen.
"Nero..." She said softly to him, a few feet away. He halted at the bottom of the steps, Yamato fully materialized in his right hand now. He stopped, as if he was unsure of whether to keep moving or not. "Nero... it's me, Kyrie." She walked toward him, her hands close to her chest. He sneered, and recoiled as she went to touch his face. "Nero... it’s all right. I’m here. I’m safe. You can stop now." He was silent, his red eyes following her as she advanced closer. She reached him, finally. I held my breath. She placed her hands on his face, and I swore I heard him grunt a single response to her touch.
"Don't."
She smiled, her eyes trying to reassure this demon that she was here for him. He closed his eyes, letting out a sigh. Kyrie walked in closer, trying to hold and comfort him. I breathed out, relieved. I closed my eyes. The breeze blew by, and on it, I heard something. A voice, shouting my name. Someone screaming for me to run.
I opened my eyes, and saw Nero open his. A quick smirk formed on his face, and my heart stopped beating. I heard the sound of metal whirl through the air. The next thing I knew, Kyrie was behind Nero, still in her same spot, but she was clutching her necklace, holding it close to her heart. Nero had Yamato at his side, in its sheath, and it was almost closed. Kyrie turned to face him. "Nero... I…" The hilt clicked, and Kyrie fell over. I screamed bloody murder and fell on my rear, too shocked to move away or run. I knew she was dead. I knew he had killed her. The pool of blood now forming below her body only confirmed this.
Nero’s head whirled to see me now, after I had screamed. He stared at me, his red eyes locking onto mine, and I felt my heart freeze over in terror. My brain seemed to be frozen, but my body reacted without it anyways. I scrambled backwards like a crab until I hit a column, and I paused to look at what was coming at me. Nero was walking forward, Yamato in hand, red eyes on me, and a sick, sadistic smile plastered on his face. He was enjoying terrorizing me.
I got up onto my feet and ran to the door of the headquarters. Nero followed, slowly closing in on me. I banged on the front doors, screaming. The door refused to open, and no one responded. Nero kept coming. I ran to one side of the building, hoping to find an open window or something I could smash through to get to safety. But the walls were high, and so were the windows. I couldn't reach them if I tried. I ran back, dodging past columns and blocks.
I almost reached the other side, when I felt something grab me from behind. I cursed at myself for being careless, and then began screaming. I felt myself being hurled back towards him, and I tried swinging at him. No use. I saw his face sneer at me, then smile wickedly. I felt myself be shoved against the headquarters door, the Devil Bringer tightening around my throat. It became harder to breathe, my windpipe being closed by the strong arm that held me. Not thinking, I suddenly spat at him, hitting him square in the face. I glared and gasped out a few words, taunting.
"Fucking... Emo... Prettyboy."
He stared at me, wiping off the spit on his face, and then smiled. A sadistic smile. His red eyes danced. I saw him lift Yamato up to my throat, the cold metal pressing against my larynx. Things began growing dark. He sneered, and then he chuckled, leaning in towards me, speaking in a somewhat hushed tone. I heard his voice... but it was combined with another voice. One that was cold, harsh, unforgiving. I knew who it was. His voice on its own spread chills over my weakening body. I knew it was over now. The Dark Slayer had returned.
"Your prettyboy's sleeping. Time for you to die."