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Bury the Lightning	By : sexdottxt Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 39 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Bury the Lightning
- 1
It was a rare time when Dante and Vergil were forced to cooperate. This one was one of those times. Having fallen prey to Temen-ni-Gru’s sinister traps, they had not only fallen down a pit into some accursed gutter, but they were both without their weapons. A situation neither one was happy about.

Imagine the scenario beforehand to be whatever you like. Maybe Arkham revealed his true colors at the two brothers’ fateful showdown atop the peak before Dante’s blood was awakened, maybe the demons within the deadly tower hungry for Sparda’s lineage for once had the bright idea of cooperation and worked to actively rout the two sons, perhaps they didn’t have those sweet cutscene powers and fought with as much skill as your average Vtuber scrub and were ganked by some losers along the way. The point is, they were alone together in the darkness of the pits.

Vergil looked at Dante. Always the stoic, a cruel smile lined his face seeing him without anything to protect himself. None of the Devil Arms he had collected in fighting the tower’s guardians, not Dante’s two iron ladies Ebony and Ivory, and not even their late father’s ancestral sword Rebellion. Twins, Vergil was only older than Dante by several seconds as their mother conceived, and yet he took so much pride in that, the cold technique of a true warrior and knowledge of the blood that coursed in their veins and all the workings of the devilish court and their realm. And yet, he was not much better. He did not have the Yamato.

But he did have something else. As Dante was down on one knee from the incident and struggling to stand, Vergil held out one hand. A blue Phantom Sword materialized into existence. Looking into his brother’s eyes, it would be his last moments.

Then he flung it forward. This brotherly feud would end at last. And he alone would lay claim to the power of his lineage.

Only for Dante to crouch forward. He didn’t cower, he looked like he was ready for a fight. As soon as the Phantom Sword made impact, it broke apart.

The Royal Guard style. It was one of his father’s most cherished techniques, an art for gentlemen and precision and instead he chose to teach it to someone as rough and rowdy sort like Dante. And worse yet, he used it like a virtuoso. It was such an insult to his pride that Vergil had only with great pains admitted that to himself. He would not say it out loud to Dante.

Vergil flung another Phantom Sword and Dante took the same position, shattering it just like before. Summoning two at once, he flung them both only milliseconds apart. Dante would have to be a master to take them both.

And yet he did. Dante effortlessly broke them both, unharmed. Standing up now, he didn’t look so injured anymore. He was smiling at Vergil with his usual cocky grin.

There was only the slightest of cracks in Vergil’s demeanor. But deep down his cold rage was beginning to overflow. He summoned more Phantom Swords, threw them at Dante faster now, and then he was pelting him with them nonstop. Each time they broke apart, not a drop of Dante’s blood spilled. Baring his teeth, he summoned a sphere of Phantom Swords around Dante, countless of them. His cool facade was gone, baring his teeth, he looked very unhinged, much like a demon himself.

Every single one of them came at Dante at full speed. Vergil's eyes twitched as he saw them all break apart one by one, milliseconds apart. The blue fire was burning inside of him hotter than ever.

When it was all over, Dante just wiped his hands on his shoulders like he was brushing off some dust. Then he looked at Vergil with his arms out, like he was challenging him. In that silence between them, Vergil heard something being said too low for him to hear.

“What?” he snapped.

“Oh just that you’re doing me a favor big bro,” Dante shot back. “I’m feeling better and stronger than ever. You keep giving it to me like this and I’ll be more than happy to give you one hell of a beating,” he said, cracking his fists.

“You’re unarmed Dante.”

“Yeah, yeah, you and me are made of the same stuff so I know I could pop you till my hands are bloody and it still won’t be nearly enough to kill you. But by the time you’re done getting a bare knuckle beatdown from me, you’ll be hurting so bad that you’ll wish you were dead. Dante one, Vergil zero? Nah, right now the scoreboard is Dante has all the wins while Vergil’s getting nothing and always will be getting nothing. Boom!” He fistbumped, flipping off his brother.

“Enough! We’re alone here together and we’re unarmed. There are other fiends here lying in wait.”

“Yeah I know,” said Dante, looking around. “I can see them looking at us with those big wide red eyes of theirs. Not that I blame them when I look this good.” Vergil just sighed and rubbed his brow in irritation. “How’d you want to handle them?”

Vergil was looking around them too into the darkness. Saw their many admirers staring them down. His back was to Dante, there were more important things at stake.

“In a better world you would have realized the depths of our father’s power. You would have been able to draw your own demon swords,” he said, summoning two Phantom Swords by his side.

“Hold on, I can do that too?”

Vergil just chuckled. “A son of Sparda can.” Only slightly turning to regard Dante halfway to regard him with a single eye, his lips curled into a sly grin. “But Dante cannot. Only Vergil can.”

“Whatever man.”

“You can instead act as a meat shield for me. While I take out the trash.”

“Meat shield.” He stepped forward, taking Vergil’s side. “I’ll just take that as the princess’ way of saying she wants me to be her Royal Guard.”

Before he could answer his brother’s quip, the monsters came at them all at once. Vergil summoned his blades and Dante readied his position. The two sons would add a new legend to Sparda’s name.
***
Working together in that fashion, they had both survived the throngs of demons that came after them. Entire hordes out for their blood, all wrecked to ruin. Not a drop of Sparda’s blood spilled. Only the blood of the hordes that had once dared to stand against them, every foe a corpse broken beyond all repair, their blood smeared and stinking on the floor. As it had been so against their father, as it was now.

They continued through Temen-ni-Gru in that way. Vergil going as slow and methodically as he usually did, moving like a killer, while Dante was hopping, alight with energy. Every blow he took, it only made him stronger.

Here they were now in some place like an opera house. A theater meant to entertain the demonic masses and the humans who would curry favor with them. It was silent and abandoned now.

That didn’t matter to Dante. “Woo-hoo-hoo!” he said, going a flip and busting out into a breakdance. “This is fun! Hey, how about we go back to the good old days? You and me, we could make one hell of a team. Get revenge for mom’s death. I know you want that.”

Dante saw a flicker of irritation fly on Vergil’s face, a mere crack in his cool facade, too small for the average person to notice, the only other son of Sparda definitely saw it. But Vergil regained his composure all too fast. His eyes had the glint of steel burning at his brother for daring to suggest such a thing after everything that transpired between them. “What I want is power. And you would only drag me down.”

“Pssh, you couldn’t take me down and if not for me all our friends back there would have chopped you into little bits and pieces. Way I’m protecting you, I’m like your emotional rock keeping you hanging on.”

“Silence Dante." He looked around at the ruins of what had once been a great opera house. "We are not alone. I can sense it.”

Dante sensed it too, a being of great power. “You afraid?” He just laughed and cupped his hands to his mouth. “Hey fuckface! Come on out and say hi!”

A deep feminine laugh answered him. Slow and sensual, an otherworldly echo to it, almost like a ghost. It seemed to be coming from all around them. The two brothers looked all around, as a flock of seemingly limitless bats descended from the rafters, flying all around them.

Then they all gathered in the back of the room. They seemed to be taking on a shape, before they dissolved into a mass of dark shadows. From it emerged a woman with pale blue skin, dark long red hair, and even deeper red eyes the color of blood. Naked with only a blanket of shadows to cover her lower body that did nothing to hide one of her long legs from showing forth, her massive breasts were only covered by her hair. Her beauty would have frozen men dead in their tracks and have them ready to bow before her. If not for the predatory impulse coming from her.

Her dark moans had only gotten louder since she appeared. Looking at them, it was like she was sizing them up. She licked her full lips.

"Hi," she said.

Dante whistled. Nudging Vergil with his elbow he whispered, "You want to flip a coin to decide who gets her first?"

Nevan heard that. “Welcome gentlemen,” she said. “It has been so long since we’ve had visitors.”

“State your purpose and be done with it,” snapped Vergil.

“That how you talk to all the ladies?” said Dante. He boldly stepped forward.

“Two distinguished sons,” she said, walking towards them. Right now, she was looking at Dante. “But I think I like you much better already,” she said, cupping his face.

“I guess that’s to be expected. I just hope you’ll be gentle with me me. I don’t like to admit this but...I’m kinda new to this thing.”

“Oh really?” She pushed him away with one hand, her dainty fingers held out, and walked away from him as if he didn’t matter. Advancing straight towards Vergil she said, “Perhaps this one is of far more interest to me. Yes, perhaps I can have more fun with the man in front of me than the little boy behind me.”

Vergil remembered her. The nun, the woman whose womb was incubating his child, who would grow up to be Nero. He never knew her name and she didn’t matter. And the woman before him mattered far less.

“I have neither the patience nor the inclination for your games. Begone or I will send you back to the abyss from whence you came.”

She gasped, a look of shock and hurt on her face, all of it too exaggerated to be real. Dante slung an arm around her shoulder from behind her. “Guess that just leaves you and me baby girl.”

With an alarming speed, Nevan reached behind, clutching his chin and turned her head to regard him just as fast. She breathed huskily in his face, her breath crackling with electricity. “I’ll have to warn you little boy. I bite.”

Dante didn’t back off one bit. Grabbing her hips and turning her around so she was facing him he said, “Hope you don’t give me a boo-boo.”

Vergil had been watching this scene without saying a word. In the position Nevan was in, he could see her lower back shaping out into the beginning of her rump, the curve of her tush and her asscrack were just barely visible to his eyes before they were covered by the mass of shadowy bats that covered her lower body.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him into a deep kiss. Dante wasn’t put off and reached an arm around her naked waist. Slipping his hand down onto that ass and cupping it, he closed his mouth deeper.

Watching it, Vergil could see what she was doing. Trying to drain his energy, it was not an ordinary kiss. Dante’s lustful moans were mixed in with the sound of strain, like he was struggling against her. And as much as he was giving it back to her, his whole body was shaking up.

Nevan suddenly pushed him back and licked her lips. Dante stumbled back, he almost fell. If it weren’t for all the energy he had built up through his clash with Vergil, he would probably have dropped dead on the spot. Looking at him, Vergil could see there was a faint trail of blood from the corner of his mouth.

“Delicious,” she said, rubbing her fingers on her lips. She sighed longingly and stuck her tongue out, licking her lips. Then she turned back to face Vergil. “There is nothing quite as sweet and rare as finding a virgin. Especially one like that. But sometimes a girl finds herself wanting someone with more experience.”

“Don’t you dare…” he hissed.

Nevan only laughed as she held her arms out to reach him. He was ready to summon a ring of Phantom Swords, but she was too fast for him and then faces close she held him. Vergil could taste the air of electricity in her breath, and then she clamped her mouth on his.

Her tongue slipped into his mouth. Vergil shook up from the start, it was her lightning power coursing through his body. But along with the shockwaves she was driving through his bones came the excitement that she was driving through his tongue all the way down to his throat. Together with the pain, he found himself becoming addicted to her, a hardness forming in his pants.

Just in time, he pushed her back. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand in his leather glove, it made his sword arm jittery. It wouldn’t matter if he had Yamato on hand, he wouldn’t have been able to use it now.

“You’re a much better kisser than he is,” Nevan said, winking at him.

“But he’s a bit of a lightweight isn’t he?” said Dante. Slapping her ass hard, she looked back at him with a sly look on her face. Dante didn’t turn to her, just kept on looking at Vergil.

“He’s more of a prude than I expected,” she said.

“Think he got that post-kiss clarity,” said Dante. “But I don’t got any of that. I’m dumb and horny and aching for more.” He pulled on his crotch, he had a massive lump in his pants. Not turning his head away from Vergil, he flitted his eyes to regard her. “I’m gonna make you forget all about my dad.”

Nevan smiled, subtly baring her teeth at him. She growled at him and he just undid his pants and then getting them down to his ankles, kicked off his shoes and threw his pants aside. Then he took off his red coat too. Dante might have been unarmed, but now he had revealed his greatest weapon.

Totally naked, Dante wasn’t afraid. “Like what you see?”

“Oh yes,” she purred. Brushing her hands on his broad shoulders, she moved them down to his muscular pectorals and down to his chiseled stomach, his abdominals practically bulging out. The way she was touching him, it was like she was admiring a work of art. But that big penis of his standing right up, that hand seemed hesitant to touch it. Like even she didn’t know what to do with it.

“Getting wet just looking at it!” said Dante.

“Oh yes,” she said breathily, not looking away from it. The way she was bending low to observe it, Dante could see her nipples under her hair. She gingerly touched his manhood with her fingers before she looked up at him. “But I hope that you know how to use that thing,” she said as cutely as possible. “It’s been so long since I’ve had a man that I think my hymen might have grown back.”

Dante snickered. “Trust me when I say I don’t fuck like a virgin.”

Nevan just giggled. He grit his teeth when his dick slid inside of her snatch, this mouth was even tighter and more electrifying than her other one. But Dante was resolute and ready to enjoy himself. Slowly, he pulled back and pushed forth inside of her.

Nevan giggled low. She could smell the blood of Sparda as much as any of the other demons here, and even with their human lineage, the devilish essence burned in their veins as hot as his did. Perhaps even hotter than that one’s pure blood in the heat of battle and in the heat of something else too. Dante’s cock inside her, his thickness and his heat, she was craving so much more.

Hooking a leg around his waist she held his shoulders and went on rocking with him. Dante just laughed, a jittery sound as her electric power was wracking him, giving it to her right back. He buried his face inside of her mane of red hair before he looked down at her chest. Licking his lips he took her tits into his mouth.

Vergil stood back watching it. As he had since they had arrived in this chamber, he had no idea what to make of this situation. Her taste was still strong in his mouth, and contrary to his cold demeanor, deep down, he was craving more. Watching Dante go at it with this woman, the way she was holding onto him while he pounded her pussy and sucked on her tits, he was getting harder than ever.

But then Dante flipped him off. He was still sucking her tits and fucking her good holding her close, not even looking sideways at Vergil. It had been enough of a dishonor that he had lost his prized Yamato. Now he was suffering an even greater insult.

Dante was pumping her real hard. Nevan was tight and wet enough to break any mortal man, and even someone as formidable as a son of Sparda was finding himself challenged. For anyone watching them go at it, he was fucking her so fast and hard like he didn’t know what he was doing.

He looked up at her again. Her pale blue cheeks were red and hot from the intensity of their union, and she licked her lips. Just kissing her the first time had been enough to leave an impression. If they locked lips again in their lewd ferocity, who knows what might happen.

Just then she gasped, her red eyes widening. Her whole body shook like she had gotten a taste of her own electric medicine. Looking past her, Dante saw Vergil, smiling at his brother.

He was just as naked as Dante was. His cock was lodged deep inside of Nevan’s asshole, enough to keep her from moving where earlier she had been rocking along with Dante real good. He kept staring Dante as he moved inside of her.

Unlike his brother, he was pumping inside of her very skillfully. Pushing inside of her real fast, only to move back very slowly, and then he would ram her at that same speed faster than wind. Hooking an arm behind her to cradle his head, she looked at him, almost a sweet look in her red eyes.

He wasn’t gonna let Vergil get away with that one. Activating his Devil Trigger, Nevan shrieked feeling Dante’s transformed dick inside of her cunt. She was no stranger to demons and very well acquainted with their father, and yet here was a new one. His dick felt all too new to her as well, pushing her walls to levels she didn’t know possible. And he was using it like crazy, maybe he was a virgin. But this virgin was giving it to her real good.

Vergil felt her pleasure, knew she was liking it more from Dante. Only newly awakened to the rich blood in his veins, Dante was winning this competition. He would teach him the true meaning of power.

Activating his own Devil Trigger, Nevan suddenly gasped. She had just grown used to Dante’s dick hammering her cunt when now she felt that transformed phallus rocking her anus too. And Vergil kept fucking her with that calm yet powerful pace.

Nevan was moving her hips like crazy now. But Dante and Vergil were only looking straight at each other. Twin sons of Sparda that deep down were so very different from each other. As demons, the contrast in their souls was laid bare.

Dante was still fucking her at a breakneck speed. Vergil looked at him coldly and compared to the way Vergil was doing her, his brother did very much look like a virgin. Wild and chaotic.

Dante hissed as he felt her pussy clamp down on him. He couldn’t tell if she had just cum or she was just getting off from being fucked by the both of them at the same time, but it was enough to mess him up. It didn’t just feel good, it felt like he had been punched in the gut. Enough that he had to pull out of her. He was still stumbling back, and suddenly shifted out of his demon form. He almost fell when he came, blowing his load all over the floor.

That left Vergil to have his fun. Still in his transformed state, he reached an arm around her chest, he clamped one of her tits while sneaking a hand down to her clit and took it between his pointed fingers. Moving his head into her mane of hair, he bit into her neck with his demonic teeth hard enough to draw blood while still giving it to her. Fast forward and slow back, and his hands were working every one of her sensitive parts, as he played her clit, the rest of the sharp fingers on that hand were digging deep into her snatch. Soon she was moving and shrieking like never before.

Slamming himself deep inside to the root of her asshole, Vergil let loose, blowing his load deep into her cavity. Nevan’s whole body jerked up, and then she cried a single loud and deep moan as her body was ripped apart by the whole body climax that orgasm her before she finally calmed down, her deep breaths the only sound left. Her whole body was shaking.

The devil Vergil was staring at Dante the whole time. Beholding that fiend, there was something of amusement in it’s eyes at Dante, naked and human. When Vergil shifted back, his cheeks were red, he was breathing roughly, and there was a cruel smile on his face.

Nevan was looking down, her red eyes almost looking lost. Finally she spoke. “Your father was one hell of a man too,” she said in a breathy whisper. She turned to look at Vergil. “But I’ve never felt anything like that.”

She laughed another sensual series of moans before her body was enveloped in an almost blinding white light. When it faded, Vergil was holding a purple electric guitar in his hands. He looked at it, his face was blank. But there was a victorious light in his eyes.

Dante watched him. Naked, Vergil made a single strum and then the darkness crowded around him. Slowly, he walked out of that darkness. A slow haunting melody came from the speakers around them, a menacing violin with the power from the electric guitar. And then he sang deep from his soul.

Immortal temptation
Takes over my mind
Condemned
Falling weak on my knees
Summon the strength
Of Mayhem

The music beat with power, building up to something, louder and louder. He stood watching Dante. And then a female chorus, their voices erotic and jubilant, joined in from the speakers to scream with him.

I am the storm that is approaching
Provoking
Black clouds in isolation
I am reclaimer of my name
Born in flames
I have been blessed
My family crest is a demon of death
Forsakened I am awakened
A phoenix’s ash in dark divine
Descending misery
Destiny chasing time

The voices stopped. The music was dark, synth too twisted to be real. And then he alone sang again.

Inherit the nightmare
Surrounded by fate
Can’t run away
Keep walking the line
Between the light
Led astray
Through vacant halls I won’t surrender
The truth revealed in eyes of ember
We fight through fire and ice forever
Two souls once lost and now they remember

He stopped and the beats were as sinister as ever. The music went into highs and lows, almost a playful beat like the rhythm itself was dancing in tune to it’s dark cadence. And then flames burst behind him just as the female chorus joined in again to scream her sexual lust.

I am the storm that is approaching
Provoking
Black clouds in isolation
I am reclaimer of my name
Born in flames
I have been blessed
My family crest is a demon of death
Forsakened I am awakened
A phoenix’s ash in dark divine
Descending misery
Destiny chasing time
Disappear into the night
Lost shadows left behind
Obsession’s pulling me
Fading I’ve come to take what’s mine

The music quieted down and the flames dimmed down to nothing. Holding himself close, Vergil sang in a low bridge.

Lurking in the shadows under veil of night
Constellations of blood pirouette
Dancing through the graves of those who stand at my feet
Dreams of the black throne I keep on repeat
A derelict of dark summoned from the ashes
The puppet master congregates all the masses
Pulling strings twisting minds as blades hit
You want this power? Then come try and take it

A woman’s voice joined in, high in pitch and then the drums began to blow up as the music steadily increased it’s volume.

Beyond the tree
Fire burns
Secret love
Bloodline yearns
Dark minds embrace
Crimson Joy
Does your dim heart
Heal or Destroy?

The music resumed it’s tempo. Holding the guitar close, Vergil played. By now he was so sweaty that his slicked back hair had fallen to his temples, looking much like the spitting image of his brother. And then with that female chorus again, now screaming like a banshee, he screamed his soul’s triumph.

Bury the light deep within!
Cast aside there’s no coming home!
We’re burning chaos in the wind!
Drifting in the ocean all alone!

The music suddenly went dead silent. In the blink of an eye, he had flash stepped like he had he used Yamato, he was right at Dante. The both of them naked, it was Vergil who held a weapon now, he was ready to swing it like a true rock star. And this electric guitar had a sickle at the end.

He was aiming right at Dante’s manhood. Just in time he assumed the Royal Guard position. But then Vergil stopped short of actually striking him. In those moments, it looked like Dante was cowering.

In a very deep voice he only said, “Impotence, Dante, impotence.”

Then he turned around. Just as naked before, he left the sunken opera house. Slinging the guitar on his back and slicking his hair back to it’s usual state, he had a new weapon. He walked out slow without a care in the world. But not before he held his hand back, flipping him off.

All Dante could say was, “Hey, that one doesn’t count!”
***
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