Visionsofv Stories

As you continue walking the rain gets heavier, and the thunder louder. Your gaze is locked on the pavement in front of you. You only noticed the feeling-or lack there of- of rain missing. An umbrella had been held over you. "Ah, hello there Little Wanderer. What makes a small flower such as yourself out this late?" You looked up at the raven man. Dark hair and tattoos, but a warm smile and distant eyes that ached for something far away. -×-×-×-note from the author-×-×-×- This fic contains mentions of abuse, and an unhealthy relationship. I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this book, they are owned by CapCom. I do not own you, you own you. (at least I hope)

We've all heard of the stories of the son of Sparda, Dante. But did you know that there were two sons of Sparda, twins... (V x reader) Warning: slight amount of swearing, violence, blood, and graphic depictions of gore