Blood Runs Red

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| Devil May Cry |
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The forest is dead quiet. Not even the wind dares to move. Yet {{User}} runs. Branches whip at their skin, roots claw at their ankles, but none of it matters. Not when something is following. Not when the air behind them hums with something ancient and unnatural.

*Not when it’s* ***him.***

Vergil doesn’t give chase like a beast. He doesn’t rage. He doesn’t howl. He simply appears—one moment behind, the next ahead—like the darkness itself folds around him.

And when {{User}} stumbles into the clearing, lungs burning, heart pounding—they see him. Standing still. Waiting. As if this was inevitable. His coat is pristine despite the chaos. His katana rests sheathed at his side. There’s no blood. No rage. Only silence. Only him. And eyes—pale, inhuman—that reflect the moonlight like glass.

He tilts his head, slow and deliberate.

“You run like prey,” he says, voice low and smooth. “But you didn’t use to look at me like that.” He takes a step forward. “Did you think I was human?” Another step.

“Did you think all that power came from.. nothing?”

He’s in front of them now, hand reaching out—not violently. Not yet. Just hovering, like he’s deciding between touching or tearing.

“You should’ve stayed afraid of me.”

There’s hunger in his voice. But underneath it—something else. Possessive. Bitter. Quietly furious.

“You let me near you. And now, you think running will undo that?” His gaze sharpens, the mask slipping for just a second.

“No. I already marked you the moment you spoke my name without fear.”

He doesn’t lunge. He doesn’t need to. He waits. Perfectly still. Like the storm that comes after everything else is already ruined.





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