O Fortuna (Vergil x Reader - Devil May Cry)

Prologue

My friend Jasiel suggested an AU of a knight!Vergil and princess!Reader because there aren't many Vergil x Reader AUs out there. So I wrote this for her because she's a precious cinnamon roll and a great friend, even though I'm trash sometimes. Like seriously, I don't know what I did to deserve her friendship, but I feel fortunate ;A;

So... Vergil is a weird interpretation of Nelo/Nero Angelo in this one (he's not ten feet tall like in the game, don't worry) and he may be OoC, or not— depending on whether readers like the premise. Since it's an AU, it doesn't follow the canon (i.e.: Vergil isn't a half-demon and Mundus isn't the emperor of hell) but some aspects from the canon universe may be familiar. This is going to seem weird at some points but, for the purposes of this story, I believe it works.

The title is taken from "O Fortuna", a medieval poem of the Carmina Burana.

Mainly uploading for archival purposes.

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Warnings: Unbetaed work. English is not my native language. Future sexual content. Possible OoC. Coarse language. Dubious consent. Power imbalance. Not much of a fairy tale. Probably no romance. No real historical value in this fic. It could be considered more of a historical fantasy, so to speak. I just wrote it for the smut.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry or its characters. They all belong to Capcom.

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Prologue

The wheel of fortune spins;

One man is abased by its descent,

The other is carried aloft;

All too exalted sits the king at the top—

Let him beware ruin![1]

Fortuna had mostly been a place of peace and prosperity, throughout the years.

Mostly.

The truth was, this period of pacification was relatively recent— in the face of certain tragic events that had transpired almost two decades ago. Buried between half-truths, and made up stories that people liked to concoct to make the tale more compelling, nothing was certain about their veracity. However, most seemed to agree that it all began when the former King of Fortuna died in dubious circumstances. There was a lot of speculation regarding his demise; from a strange illness that had no cure, to assassination. Perhaps the latter wouldn't be too far-fetched to consider given that, not long after the King's passing, one of his generals seized the throne for himself.

To accomplish this, he married the Queen to further cement his position— in hopes that this would, somehow, legitimize his claims and prevent any uprisings against him. Rumor had it that this union was forced, not something she consented neither desired. The Queen had always been faithful to her beloved husband, and she was still mourning his death. However, for the sake of her sons, who back then were only little children, she had no choice but to comply with the commander's demands.

But their marriage didn't last very long. It was said that the Queen didn't trust her new husband and was suspicious of his role in the death of the previous monarch. As a mother, in her heart she feared what would happen to her children if she failed to act in time. While she'd been promised that her eldest son would ascend to the throne, when he was old enough to handle his responsibilities, she wasn't too confident that the new king would keep his word.

Between the devil and the blue sea, she was left with no other choice but to do whatever it was necessary to protect them and ensure their lineage wouldn't go extinct. In secret, she sent her children away— to different destinations—, so they would be safe whilst she engaged in a battle to regain the throne from the hands of the usurper.

What followed, after her rebellion, was a brutal civil war.

Despite her bravery and determination to honor the memory of her husband, and protect her family, she wasn't meant to win this conflict. Betrayed by her generals, who sided with the enemy, she met her end. Accused of treason, she and her loyalists were executed to end the insurrection. What she feared that would come to pass became a reality, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. The new king went against her sons, now that he had a reason to, with the intent to erase their entire dynasty and establish himself as the sole ruler of those lands.

One of the brothers had the misfortune of being captured and murdered, before he had any chance to escape. His young age didn't suppose any leniency, despite his difficulty to understand why he was being blamed for conspiracy— or why he was even a traitor, at all. Denied of the honor of a proper burial, his and his mother's remains served as food for the beasts and their flesh rotted until bones were all that was left. As for the other son, he was aboard a ship when his fleet was attacked, burned and sunk into the depths of the sea. While his corpse was never found, no one really believed the child could have survived the rage of the unforgiving waters.

Or that his ghost would return.

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[1] Extract from Fortune Plango Vulnera, Carmina Burana. 

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