Dmcoc Stories

My daily nest of my original oc that is in every fandom: M'lady/Lord Vanessa! Yes, Commissions are still open. Yes, you can ship your oc with mine, I do not mind at all, (gonna put my discord name here in case anyone wishes to be friends and share art of our oc's together, it makes me happy. Discord: the_caged.bird Still the same pfp btw ^^) Yes I'll be your friend/oomf/moots, but be respectful.

This one will be discontinued only because I've gone back and made some changes. As well as added to it. So I will be making a second post of this story.

"At the end of the block was a familiar building, the red neon sign flickering in the distance. 'Devil May Cry' is an iconic name at this point. No matter how many times Candi came to this dingy hole, a small smile would always creep up her face. There were good memories made in this place, as much as she disliked the rundown building. But the smile quickly fell, and her dark eyes narrowed. The lights in the windows were off. Whether the shop was open or not, Dante would always leave a light on when he knew she was coming over. And there was no way Dante would forget about his pizza delivery."

The mark burns. The demons whisper. And he calls her "baby" like it won't kill them both. The mark wasn't supposed to mean anything. But it burns. And when it burns, she dreams - in code, in blood, in voices that have no mouths. Indra Malhora, alias NULL404, is a vessel born from an unholy alliance between human and devil-kind. A hacker. A hunter. A glitch in the prophecy. She's spent her life breaking demonic encryption, dodging cultists in priest's robes, and pretending her visions aren't tearing her apart from the inside out. But when a corrupted relic unleashes something unspeakable into the human world - and the Enochian Order starts bleeding through the cracks - Indra is forced to team up with the last person she wants to want: Dante. Half-devil. All trouble. He's cocky, chaotic, infuriatingly attractive - and every time he looks at her, she forgets the mission long enough to remember she's still got a pulse. Together, they'll chase hell across neon-drenched cities and ruined sanctuaries, decrypt forbidden scripture, trade bullets and banter, and maybe - just maybe - save the world from collapsing into flame. But prophecy has a way of biting back. And the mark on her neck? It's not done with her yet. Blood will code. Love will glitch. And heaven help whoever tries to stand between her and the truth. ꒰ა˚⊹₊꒷꒦* . ˚ ⨯ ⊹˚‧꒰ 🍕 ꒱‧˚⊹ ⨯ ˚ . *꒦꒷₊⊹˚໒꒱ ╰╮l﹒tw. blasphemy, gore, blood, violence, explicit themes and language.