Final Fantasy Oneshots and Drabbles

*Important Note 2: Electric Boogaloo*

(Hey, so, if you're wondering why there are two DMC oneshots in the FF book, I didn't want to keep them in the Genshin book, so you can ignore them if you want. This is the second one, The Curse of Bitter Revenge and Woe)

"When a sinister person means to be your enemy, they always start by trying to be your friend."

"Yeah, ain't that ironic, huh?"

Griffon cackled, grating the air like nails on a chalkboard. The devilish brid balanced precariously on a hidden branch of the Qlipqoth, and at his laugh, the black haired man sitting next to him closed the book of poetry. He seemed weaker than he was, the pure power emanating from him enough to rot the tree of hell itself. "I suppose time is almost up for us, for our imminent demise at the hands of one so...strong." He said, putting the book down and leaning back with his hands behind his head.

Griffon shook out his feathers. "Come on, V, you know we only need to say that around those morons down there. Hell, they're so damn stupid they wouldn't even hear-" V held up a hand, and the bird stopped speaking. It watched the man pull his book back out and flip to an open page

"The weak in courage is the strong in cunning." He closed his book, envisioning the scene unfolding not so far away, the false demon attacking the so-called "legendary devil hunter" and his useless add-ons. It was taking them down quite easily, at least in the mind's eye. "My time will only come once I hold the Yamato and the Sparda in my posession. Until then, we must keep up our guise. And we must let the boy kill Urizen." I want the Revolution as well, but there's no way HE'D ever let it go. Fine then. He'll die with it in his hands.

The demon was his pawn, just like the rest of the nightmares. V glanced at his nails, faintly stained with the blood of demons, brushing some dust off of them. The nightmares were smart enough to know as much, except for Griffon, who the man found enraging. Urizen was not.

Griffon just fluttered his wings, but before he could respond, he was cut off. "V? Dammit, where did you go?" Someone's voice echoed through the roots of the tree, and V glanced over his branch to see the lesser devil hunter wandering around, fiddling with his metal arm. "Damn." Griffon muttered, hopping up to a higher branch. "How are we going to get rid of him later? Got any bright ideas, kid?"

V thought about it. The hatred he felt for Nero was probably on par with what he felt towards his brot-No, he's not that anymore. Not even close. Either way, he had a way to get rid of them both. And as for Nero...

The man opened his book. "The wanton boy that kills the fly..." A shadow melted off the tattoos on his left, slowly forming itself in a large, monstrous animal. "Shall feel the spider's enmity."

Griffon rolled his eyes. "Oh, goody. It's this asshole again." The Phantom Spider let out a low noise, its legs rattling with the sounds of the battle far beyond. "What ssssssoul do I devour?" It hissed, kneeling down on its front eight legs up to V. The man smiled and pointed downward to Nero, the spider following his gaze.

"Sssssssparda." It hissed. "Indeed. When the time is right, you will feast on one ful of untapped power." He responded, waving a dismissive hand. "Power he'll never get to wield." The spider vanished into a cloud of smoke, and a panther appeared in its stead, sticking its head in V's lap. The Shadow, a creature that could not speak.

It was V's favorite for that exact reason.

He stroked its head, and Griffon whined. "Why can't I kill the stupid brat? Why am I on damn retrieval duty? Stop picking favorites, V! That damn spider tried to eat you!" The panther glanced up and meowed at Griffon, lashing its tail. "I agree. He is annoying." V thought to himself.

"Hush. It's almost time." The man muttered, grabbing the bird's beak before Griffon said something too idiotic. He watched the other man with interest, as he seemed to pick up the noise of the fight, and turn toward it. "Now. And for the love of those above you, keep your mouth shut."

He leapt to the ground silently, Griffon fluttering down beside him, before getting the other man's attention. "Nero." The second devil hunter whipped around and huffed. "Where the hell were you? I thought you were right behind me?"

V lifted up his cane with a sly smile, trying to keep his brimming hatred down for the man in front of him. "It's not like I can move that fast." He replied calmly, before noticing that Nero had his weapons equipped. "You're going to fight Urizen?"

Nero scoffed, and crossed his arms. "Yeah. If Dante couldn't take the demon down, I'll just do it for him. Maybe then he'll finally respect me." He glanced at V again. "You should probably go. That thing would probably have a damn field day ripping you to shreds."

V just shrugged, as Nero turned on his heel. "See you around, V." He pulled his sword out from behind him and shouted, "Sorry Dante but I'm taking this son of a b*tch DOWN!"

The man and his bird watched him go, running headfirst through the crack into the tree's throne room. "Sure hope Urizen's weak enough to die, or we're gonna have a problem, V." Griffon muttered, grabbing V's arm and hauling him back up to his earlier vantage point. "We should've relied on Dante instead,"

"A truth that's told with bad intent beats all the lies you can invent." V responded, scanning his book. "I know Urizen will die to the boy. It's just a matter of waiting until he does."

Almost as if on cue, a screech echoed through the Qlipqoth, causing Griffon to squawk and take off. "What the hell kind of death scream is THAT?" V rolled his eyes, and once again grabbed the bird's beak to shut him up. "The waiting game is over. Let us go." Griffon snarked something muffled, and grabbed V's arm, lowering him to the ground, while the man opened his book once more.

"Active evil is better than passive good." He glanced toward the tree's throne room, noticing Nero covered in the demon's blood. "And thus, so it begins. Shall we, Griffon?" The bird let out a scratchy cackle. "Hell yeah! Let's have some fun!"

V let the bird take off. It was Griffon's job to grab the Yamato and peel the Sparda off of what would hopefully be Dante's corpse, but he knew not to be too hopeful. If the devil hunter wasn't dead, then hopefully the Qlipqoth's craving for a powerful fertilizer would be enough. Either way, he turned on his heel, and walked inside the throne room, mentally preparing what was to come.

"You see that, Dante? I won!" V pulled out his book at Nero's yells of excitement, and began to read. "To see a world in a grain of sand, and a heaven in a wild flower," The other devil hunter turned around, as V held up his cane. "Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, and eternity in an hour."

The spider struck.

Nero let out some sort of shocked yell, as the giant arachnid landed directly on top of him, pinning him down with one leg. "What in the-? Get off of me!" The spider hissed, salivating at the mouth. "Your fear is delicioussssss." V just smirked, and turned away, before Nero yelled again. "V! Get this spider off of me!"

"You have no utter clue, don't you?" V snapped, whipping around, causing Nero to surprisingly shut up. "I am not going to help my enemy survive. You are going to die!" He threw his cane to the Shadow, held up his free hands, and Griffon dropped the Sparda and the Yamato right into them. "I suppose the devil hunter only realized it in the end. I used both of you. Urizen was my toy, and the Qlipqoth my dream."

Nero spat at the man, still trying to remove the spider's cleg from his throat. "What the hell is wrong with you? I thought you were at least somewhat decent!" V just smirked again, and climbed Urizen's-no HIS throne, stabbing the Yamato and the Sparda into the throne. "You're a damn fool then." He retorted, raising a hand. "And now, it's time for the rest of you to fall to the pursuit of power."

V opened his book again. "Every night & every morn, some to misery are born." The ground began to shake, as the rest of the nightmares settled in for the bloodbath. "Every morn and every night,"

Some are born to endless night."