He knew that with a single act, Vergil had just broken his world. A world held together with duct tape and spite, but his world, nonetheless; the scaffold he'd hung his life upon.

This demon knows nothing of our past, or how I live and die from moment to moment by the way it arranges its face. But it likes my brother's name. (Vergil/Dante, Nelo Angelo, set during DMC 1)

Nero makes Dante an offer he can't accept.

Predictably, Dante can't leave it alone. Set one year prior to DMC 3. VergilxDante, First person Dante POV

Blane returns to the one he always chose. Steff/Blane

A triptych of two men, and two centuries.

Sometimes I think we are like Wrath, o my Brother; stubbornly holding on to a heavy and precarious hatred that will ultimately destroy us both. First Person Vergil POV. Slash.

There came a moment, once you had walked the sands for days uncounted, treacherous dunes giving way beneath your boots, when the endless loop was broken. The interminable pattern would shift, and the earth ceased to slide away from you. WolfwoodxVash

WolfwoodxMidvalley. It ain't sex, it's goodbye.