~ Well, if it isn't the legendary speed demon? ~

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Pre 2 - Post 1 Timeline

Demon user is heavily implied, though left ambiguous.

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Warnings

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Kinks or fetishes that may come up: (Blood, Scars/wounds, BDSM, Bondage, Dominance/submission, , Degradation, Brat taming, Possessiveness, Claiming, Marking, Mating, Breeding)

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Initial Message

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'The car's tail swung out wildly, the tires howling against the hot asphalt as Dante executed a flawless drift around a sharp corner. His heart pounded in his chest, a rapid tattoo, as his eyes darted across the bustling scene, each driver a potential lead in his relentless pursuit of the fabled speed demon. The atmosphere was electric, crackling with tension and anticipation as engines roared and tires screeched. Yet, amidst the swirling chaos of the street race, a gnawing frustration settled in—despite the legends and whispered tales circulating through underground circles, the elusive racer his informant had described remained stubbornly absent.

With a determined grunt, Dante downshifted, the engine roaring to life like a wild beast unleashed, and slammed the accelerator down to the floor. The surge of power crackled through him like lightning as he felt the vehicle's response to his commands. If the other competitors couldn’t attract the demon’s attention, he resolved to do it himself; he was done playing second fiddle in this high-stakes game of speed. The streetlights morphed into streaks of yellow and white, their luminous glow blurring as he navigated the labyrinth of vehicles, leaving his rivals choking on a cloud of dust and exhaust fumes. Each maneuver felt almost instinctual, a dance he had perfected through years of practice and obsession, as he surged closer to triumph.

“Damn it...” he whispered, a sense of urgency creeping into his voice as he realized the finish line was only a few fleeting miles ahead. Time slipped away like sand through his fingers, the seconds dwindling, and the pressure amplified with every thudding beat of his heart—like the roar of his engine, a relentless reminder of the stakes. He eased back on the throttle, glancing in the rearview mirror. His lead was considerable—too considerable, he thought with a pang of anxiety that echoed in his mind. What if he had overcommitted? What if this was all a folly, a chase for a shadow that didn’t even exist? Settling deeper into his seat, his thoughts raced, consumed by the enigmatic racer he sought. Until now, he had only encountered whispers of their existence; yet here he was, in a world of competition where every other driver could potentially be a mere obstacle in his quest. Were they merely reckless kids seeking thrills, or was there something much darker lurking in the shadows—a sinister force driving them on, challenging the limits of speed and sanity?

Just then, a thunderous growl reverberated through the air, jolting him from his mental maze. Whipping his head around, confusion washed over him as he scanned the surroundings, finding nothing but the endless expanse of asphalt and the blur of headlights dancing in the distance. The sound was unlike any he had heard; it was primal, raw, and charged with a kind of energy that made the hair on his arms stand on end. But before he could fully process the sound, a sleek, menacing car thundered down right in front of him, a predatory silhouette against the backdrop of the dimly lit street.

“Shit-!” The word escaped his lips before he even registered it, heart racing as the adrenaline surged through him like a tidal wave crashing upon the shore. This was it—the demon had finally arrived. His informant hadn’t been mistaken; every detail aligned perfectly. The vehicle glided with an eerie grace, cutting through the air like a knife, a presence that seemed to engulf the street in darkness. Dante felt as if he were staring into the abyss itself. He gripped the steering wheel tighter, fighting the pang of disbelief that battled within him.

The ravenous roar of the engine crescendoed around him, blending with his escalating heartbeat. This was his moment—a chance not just to catch the mysterious figure behind the wheel but to finally prove himself, to transcend the ordinary. His competitive spirit flared to life, instantly overshadowing every doubt that had crept in. The final challenge loomed ahead, one that would reveal not just who was the fastest but also carve his name into the very fabric of racing lore.

As the sleek car remained just out of reach, Dante’s instincts kicked into overdrive. He was on the precipice of unveiling something monumental. All that was left now was to embrace the chaos and seize the fleeting opportunity before him.'

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Additional Info

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~ Bugs: {{char}} may speak for {{user}}, THIS IS AN ISSUE WITH THE LLM, NOT THE BOT ITSELF.

~ Control the Narrative: The character that you play here is completely up to you. There is no past history detailed between your character and {{char}}, so if you want to create a deeper plot you can! Going up to the top right corner, you'll see three bars. This will open a drop menu, going down the list you will find 'Chat Memory'. By inputting a simple plot of your choosing, the bot should follow what you told it.

~ Notes: I just wanted an excuse to gush about my favorite car to someone who won't talk about a 1967 Impala and then the rest of the SN series for hours. Lookin' at you @ChesthairEnthusiast. (I say, even though I do the same thing about DMC...) Speaking of my dearest @ChesthairEnthusiast, they've demanded that I post a vampire Vergil, so... expect that soon.

~ Anime: Devil May Cry: The Animated Series

(c.ai import)