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May 25 2017

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Pride & Prejudice

May 24 2017

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This damn thread!


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random pics

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I raised you. I loved you. I’ve given you weapons, taught you techniques, endowed you with knowledge. There is nothing more for me to give you. All that’s left for you to take is my life… by your own hand.


if anyone draws me anything ever

  • im going to stare at it
  • im going to grin like an idiot
  • i dont care if you think its bad or not
  • i love it
  • i love you
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Kid? Well… If that’s how you see me I think you’ll blush a pretty pink when I kick your ass.

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One must die and one must live. No victory, no defeat. The survivor will carry on the fight. It is our destiny…

May 17 2017

There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down…and bleed.
Ernest Hemingway
(via wordsnquotes)
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gif meme | @fabulousfrodobaggins asked: darcy and elizabeth + looking down

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But you never knew which.

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when the fandom characterises your fave character badly and accepts it as canon

May 11 2017

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“You’d be a little conspicuous just walking the streets.”

When you have twenty different fics open on your computer



When you’re a writer with twenty different fics open on your computer.


May 09 2017

Vergil x F!Reader - Devil May Cry Part 3

Wow, it has been a while hasn’t it? D: time flies by but I’m back with a continuation of the fic, at long last. You surely have realized that it takes me time to post stuff, but the good thing is that my chapters aren’t short, so make yourself comfortable and be prepared for a lengthy read. I’m still trying to finish a lot of projects I have pending but… eh, gotta admit video games have been distracting me. Also, life gets in the way orz.

I want to take a moment to thank the readers for keeping me motivated to write mor! Your support means a lot to me. A special mention to my dear baes Lucia and Lala and thanks for reading my drafts, drawing art, and overall putting up with my inner fangirl ;u; love ya~. And to angeljasiel, too, who has been waiting for a continuation of this fic. I so hope I won’t disappoint you orz

Warnings: Unbetaed work. Slow burn. OCs. English is not my first language.

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Part III: Unexpected Meeting

It was difficult to tell for how long you slept the restless slumber of those who wander between worlds. You weren’t certain of what had happened, either, though your mind vaguely recalled the coldness of blue waters and the shadow of fear that had gripped and almost crushed your soul. The memories were blurry, as though a veil had been draped over your eyes, and you could barely make sense of the strange images that lingered.

Amid those recollections was that of a faceless being, whose identity kept eluding you despite how much you strained to see. You simply could not, as the light that enveloped them was too incandescent and it always forced you to close your eyes tight. Perhaps people you weren’t meant to see the gentle face of the Savior. Maybe it was too sacred for a mere mortal such as yourself to behold, but you were content to be cradled in his arms like a small child so you didn’t protest or resist.

Though part of you argued that this vision you’d conjured to allay your fears was too good to be true, another just wished to believe it was all real. A strange sense of peace had touched your soul, and you allowed it to envelop you in its gentle wings, as you felt your body drift to a place far away— carried by the waves of time and space.

As your surroundings morphed into a familiar setting, all of sudden a memory resurfaced and came back to life right before your own eyes. You found yourself inside a picture of the past, somehow; a little girl again, wearing colorful frilly dresses and ringlets with ribbons on your hair. But it wasn’t the happiness of childhood that you were reliving with innocent zeal— days of reverie amid dolls, tea parties, and fairy tales. Instead you were standing by the door of your father’s chambers, gazing upon his emaciated pale face as he lay immobile in bed. His grey eyes had rolled to the back of his skull, and his features drew a hideous grimace of fear that the rosy foam coming out of his mouth couldn’t conceal. He had suffered before his death, and no one had been present to help him or even accompany him in his journey to the other side.

The baron had been ill for a long time, and nothing the doctor of your family did appeared to improve his unyielding condition. You were too young to understand, back then, that he was living on borrowed time. His last days, he was confined to bed and you kept him company during the afternoons after you were done with the lessons of your tutors.

He was an affectionate man, and you’d been happy by his side. Your father had been the one to encourage your imagination and allowed you to be just a child— allowed you to be yourself above all things. He used to tell you stories before going to bed, and he always was patient with your endless questions on even the silliest topics you could think about. Your curiosity, he once said, was something that one day would get you in trouble but he still humored you the way any loving father would.

Sooner rather than later, however, his health deteriorated despite your best expectations. He tried to hide his ailment from you, of course, but you sensed his suffering and noticed the changes in him. No longer the same man with a long life ahead of him, his complexion had become ash-colored— almost nearing a faint shade of blue— and his skin was most of the time covered in a layer of sweat. He was less alert to the world around him, as though he had little interest in it, and he stopped telling you stories when his shortness of breath became too much to bear. Then came the terrible coughing fits and the horror in his gaze when he saw the white handkerchief in his hand was stained with blood. After that disturbing event, you weren’t allowed to visit his chambers anymore. Those were Agnese’s orders, supposedly for the reason that he needed his rest to get better. When you grew up, you chose to believe that maybe she wanted to spare you from the sight of him in such a miserable state.

Being kept in the dark about this matter scared you, even more so when Agnese didn’t even attempt to approach and give you reassurance. You thought that maybe she needed space to deal with the situation on her own but, still, a word of comfort would have sufficed. Nanna tried to keep you content saying father would get well; however, she had only fed you false hopes that in the end withered your confident optimism, and you came to the harrowing realization that life was not a fairy tale where people got to live happily ever after. You’d always thought that such a thing was possible, but it was only mere wishful thinking on your part.

That afternoon, you heard the commotion the maid had stirred when you were making your way to visit him— a crown of white and pink carnations in your hands. So innocent was the mind of your old self, who actually believed she could cheer up an afflicted soul with such trivial gifts. Yet, despite this gullible mindset, you knew he would have smiled at you and, maybe, you regretted not having seen that for a last time. Perhaps, deep down, you were only seeking reassurance in the face of the inevitable and, in your attempts to comfort him, it was you the one who wanted to be consoled.

You weren’t supposed to visit him in his condition but you really wanted to see your father, and if you pretended to nap then Nanna would leave you be for a while. Then you could take this opportunity to sneak out of your bedroom, unnoticed. If only you had known what would be waiting for you at the end of this seemingly adventurous trip.

The you from many years ago didn’t have the same fears or concerns so, in a manner of speaking, you were oblivious to this foreseen conclusion. Or maybe you knew it all along and, instead, preferred lying to yourself for the simple reason you couldn’t accept that your time with him was being stolen. But that day the blindfold on your eyes fell and you were forced to face the truth you had dreaded for so long.

Without a second to spare the woman had taken off running past you, screaming and wailing as she made haste down the corridor. Overwhelmed by an ever growing hysteria, she barely noticed your presence and you felt a chill on your skin at the deafening silence that lingered afterwards. You only heard the quiet shuffle of your footsteps and the sound of your breath as you approached your destination, uncertainty and fear clouding your mind. And yet it was all clear to you when the sight that would haunt you many nights after that day left you paralyzed. Your emotions were muddled and you couldn’t bring yourself to look away from him, in spite of your desperate wish to do so.

You could have stood there until the end of time, for all you knew, but at some point a hand gently squeezed your shoulder and someone called your name. Startled at the intrusion, you turned to the source of the voice and then you were gazing into Nanna’s grieved face.

“Come with me, (Y/N),” she said, above a whisper, and your heart ached when her eyes betrayed the promises she had made.

You flinched and gulped the lump in your throat. It didn’t matter what you said. Nothing could change the truth or what you felt, yet your mind kept denying it— refusing to accept the fact that your father was gone, and you would never see him again.

“He is not breathing.” The words left your lips in a hurtful reproach, and Nanna shook her head when you attempted to look at his lifeless body again. Holding your cheek, she forced you to divert your gaze away from such a wretched sight, but it was already burned into your memory despite her futile attempts to make you unsee or forget. Did she not understand this?

“No, don’t,” she pleaded, taking you in her arms and pressing your face against the crook of her neck. “For the love of the Savior, someone cover the baron’s face!”

“With all due respect, Ms. Bellini, you should take her away. The knight captain and I need to handle this matter with utmost care in the face of this unfortunate event. The demise of a parent is not something that a child should witness, either way.”

“You don’t have to remind me of that, Dr. Leoni, but I do hope that you would at least have the sensitivity to speak about it in front of her.”

“You’re not protecting her by hiding the truth.”

“And I presume you have quite a lot of expertise in that area, right?” Nanna’s voice was dripping with derision, though you couldn’t understand the reason of her animosity— not yet, at least.

“What are you trying to say? I’m warning you, Ms. Bellini, I will not tolerate this offense on my personal and professional integrity!”

“Please, ma'am, doctor, this is not the time or the place to argue,” said the knight captain in an effort to stop the altercation between Nanna and the doctor. “Let us not forget that, right now, we have a situation at hand that demands our immediate attention. Ma'am, I suggest that you take your leave with the young miss and refrain from interfering in our work, otherwise I shall have the knights remove you from this room. Believe me, it is not my wish to go to those lengths but I will have no other choice if you prove to be difficult.”

Nanna’s shoulders tensed and, for a long time, you wondered if her silence had meant to convey secrets that she didn’t dare speak. The answer to this question eluded you, and you never considered to pursue it any further as you grew up in the fake contentment that sheltered you from this reminiscence. Even if you had asked her about it, Nanna would have probably told you that the past should remain where it belonged— that one shouldn’t try to understand it but to accept it happened and couldn’t be changed.

If only it were that easy to leave it behind, then you wouldn’t be prisoners of the past. Humans wouldn’t be enslaved to their memories, in a desperate attempt to find meaning to their existence however small or ephemeral it was.

As Nanna carried you in her sturdy arms, she walked away without another word. At that moment, you crumbled under the weight of this overpowering turmoil that gripped viciously at your heart. It was a pain that made you sick in the soul, and the aftermath of this misfortune brought naught but sleepless nights and nightmares when you were forced into a state of slumber— trapped in a world of horrors with no way to escape.

“Where is the baroness?” Nanna asked, doing very little to conceal her frustration at that point.

“She is reunited with her guests at the moment, and I’m afraid she won’t be available for some time,” came the squeaky voice of one of the maids that had tagged along. You could tell the young woman was distressed by the whole situation, as she struggled to keep an even tone in her voice. “We have already informed her of this… incident and she ordered we handle it with discretion.”

Did she not care, at all? Her husband had just set fort on his journey to the afterlife and Agnese didn’t seem to be concerned about it. Was she not even the slightest affected at these news? But you didn’t dwell on those thoughts, however, being too distraught by your own suffering and loss. Maybe you’d been selfish and self-centered, believing your misfortunes were the most tragic mankind had ever seen.

The closest experience you had with death until then had been when your grandfather passed away. Therefore, mortality wasn’t a concept strange to you and you possessed a basic understanding of this ultimate fate. While you didn’t actively seek to delve deeper into such topics, you had observed this undeniable truth in the smallest things of nature, even before you could reach a definitive conclusion. Humans weren’t meant to last, and it proved to be the greatest irony of life that left you baffled— being born just to perish.

Your father had once explained that this existence was temporary, a flame that eventually faded, and you were only were birds of passage in this world. There couldn’t be death without having lived, and all that mattered was how people used the time that was given to them— how much they loved, and the decisions they made regarding how they chose to live. This was what Sparda taught humans, and so long as you were at peace with yourself there was nothing to fear nor regret in the end.

Grandfather fell asleep one night and never woke up. You were told that the Savior had called upon him, to the Fields of the Blessed— a place where there was no suffering, illness or death. Seeing him with such a serene expression on his face, as he lay in his coffin during his funeral, made you believe that he was in a better place and it helped you accept his parting.

However, you weren’t so quick to find consolation when it was your father’s turn to breathe his last.

Burying your tear-stained face on Nanna’s shoulder, you asked her why did she lie to you if she knew that this would happen. Her silence spoke louder than words could ever have, as she carried you to the bedroom, and you cried that you hated her. Your words were cruel, and you were certain that even after many years they still affected her— something you regretted— but you were unable to stop them.

The flower crown slipped from your hands and lay discarded on the floor, much like your hopes. In your ignorance and unwillingness to see reason, you’d blamed others and opted to enclose yourself inside a shell of resentment and self-pity. Your heart had burned with anger at Sparda’s inability to save someone you loved, not realizing that it wasn’t his doing that you suffered neither was he to blame for the grievances that afflicted you.

He had already played his part in mankind’s salvation, bearing the heavy burden of a calamity its Great Sin had caused several millennia ago. When the kings of old and the greatest worshipers of evil, blinded by their mindless ambitions of power and a desire to live among their gods, sought to merge the human and demon realms, they released forces they weren’t prepared to face. They brought destruction and darkness to the world, new home to their demonic rulers, and humans cried tears of blood.

Sparda could have left them all to die for their faults; after all, the wrath that poured from the heavens was of their own making. Anyone could have said that it was only fair their destiny should be to disappear, be erased from the memory of time, but he thought none of that. Even when he was a demon himself, a being humans should all fear and hate, his ability to feel compassion and love for someone else was unique and unprecedented in his kind. His love and justice revealed the path to redemption in a long perilous journey, and they praised their father that came to their aid when they needed it the most.

The Savior had done too much for his children, surrendered his home and made himself a traitor among his brethren— lived a life of endless battles to ensure humans thrived in a new era and that the terrible events of the past never transpired again. In his absence, they had to learn to bear the burden of their own struggles as they patiently waited for his return.

It was during a spring afternoon that your father passed away. When the seeds that had been lying dormant beneath the earth sprouted after the freezing winter, the flowers bloomed and life flourished again, you had to bury him.

This wasn’t something you wished to see. Why would your mind evoke reminiscences like these ? Instead of being trapped in these memories, you wanted to go back to that place of happiness that was your retreat as a child— a world of vivid colors and streams that glittered under a blue sky. Your playground in dreams, you called it once, where you could be at peace.

However, it wasn’t long before a drastic disruption of your serene and comforting musings sent you into a state of alienation, as you attuned your mind to the voices of a world that seemed to be foreign— not part of you, and neither you a part of it. An angry voice clamored, then, and your heart clenched at the panic that began to overwhelm you.

“How could you let this happen, Giovanna? I trusted you would take care of my daughter, that you would be with her at all times, and she nearly dies! Why did you take her to that fair? Why weren’t you keeping an eye on her?”

“Forgive me, my lady. I looked away for a second and, when I called for her, (Y/N) had vanished without a trace! I couldn’t find her anywhere, despite my best efforts.”

“Your failure is inexcusable, and you know it. If it was not for the fact that you looked after me when I was a child, I would have you kicked out of this house immediately!”

It was Agnese’s voice, without a shadow of a doubt, and you could practically see her fume with rage as she berated Nanna. You realized that it was your fault she was on the receiving end of Agnese’s wrath though, for some reason, you still couldn’t recall the events that had transpired and this only served to confuse you even more. The idea that you had almost died terrified you to the core of your soul, but you wondered if this wasn’t merely an illusion meant to deceive you— another nightmare that tormented you without end.

The knight captain spoke.

“A young man happened to pass by and saved miss (Y/N) from drowning just in time, before we had to lament severe consequences. Would you not agree he deserves some kind of compensation, my lady? After all, he came to the rescue of your only child.”

“Who is this youth you speak about? Send for him at once. I would like to meet him personally. Let no one say that the baroness is not generous with those who gain her favor.”


Yes, you remembered the blue waters and the light of the sun above as you were dragged deeper and deeper into the darkness. Flashes of that desperate moment resurfaced, and you could even recall the horror of long cold limbs around your body. You still heard the screeches and growls of a terrible monster that had lured you into its trap, with the sweetest voice you had ever heard in your life.

That morning you had lost your way home, and your wandering steps had taken you to the quay.

The images that played after what you considered would be your demise were still blurry, darkened, preventing you from seeing what had really happened. There was another monster, that much you could tell, but no trace of your supposed savior. They said he was a only young man, not the Lord as you’d expected— wishful thinking on your part, you realized. Yet again, part of you feared that the insanity had returned and you were witnessing your mind falling to pieces. Still, you knew better than to trust these visions, as they weren’t always a reliable reflection of the truth but, then again, what did they exactly mirror?

Thankfully, the voices faded and you were alone in your own little world. Beautiful flowers of a kind you’d never seen before surrounded you, their fragrance fresh and enticing— even more so than the most expensive perfumes ladies used to wear during gatherings. Tall trees with warm-colored leaves provided shade, and a soft breeze played with your hair as you chased after butterflies that led the way. You followed the stream, listening to the songs of birds and the gentle gurgle of waters, until you reached a cascade.

But then your world of happiness turned dark and bleak before your eyes as the ground trembled under your feet. The trees died, the flowers withered and the waters were tinted in red, leaving only a wasteland where frozen winds blew. Their coldness hurt you, bit at your skin, and though you wrapped your arms around your body to retain some warmth, it did little to give you relief. You heard the skies roar and growl, then saw that their once vibrant blue had become a sickly shade of gray as a vortex of black corruption spiraled without end— tainting with its miasmatic essence what had once been a place of innocence and bliss.

Still, you continued your journey, roaming a barren terrain of forgotten ruins without any destination or knowledge of where you were going. The words which could best describe this visage were, probably, valley of death. Yet it wasn’t a typical picture where bones and skulls abounded, or serpents scurried away in search of prey. It was worse than that, in fact. Even in the most extreme deserts of the world some kind of life, however sparse it was, could thrive and be sustained. However, there was nothing here. Only endless desolation and the desperate howl of the winds.

Nothing could ever hope to survive in this place but, then again, none of this could be real.

It seemed that you’d been roaming aimlessly for ages, without any rest, until a weak light shone in the distance. Without a second thought, you approached— already affected by the despondency and loneliness that permeated this vision. When you were close to a group of ruins, you distinguished what seemed to be a woman and her presence unsettled you as much as it surprised you. At a first glance, she appeared to be wearing black robes but on a closer inspection you noticed she was also covered in some kind of black butterflies— or moths, you weren’t sure. They flew around her, and you kept your distance as you debated whether you should talk to her or leave.

The torches that surrounded her were inverted and didn’t offer any warmth, as you’d hoped. The woman was sitting all by herself, mourning her pain as she rocked an empty crib covered in dead flowers. Her sobs didn’t stop even as you neared and, though you should have feared her, deep inside you only felt pity.

“Why do you weep, my lady?” you asked before you could ponder your actions any further, but something inside you wished to ease her pain. “What have they have done to you to cause so much grief?”

Her laments ceased and the woman finally took notice of your presence, though she didn’t turn around. An unsettling silence followed and you began to doubt your choices, but then she replied with what appeared to be many voices all merged into a single one.

“Everything that I once loved was taken away from me. Now there is nothing left…”

“Who did this to you?” At your question, the woman— or illusion— hesitated for a moment.

“It was me.” Her reply confused you. How could that be? “It is because of my sins that I suffer in this place. I did something unforgivable and, now, salvation is beyond my reach.”

She faced you then, and you flinched at the darkness that was concealed beneath the black hood of her robes. There was an abyss of emptiness and sorrows, and her features were nonexistent.

“Begone, little one. There is no place for you here…”

When you opened your eyes, you had hoped to return to what you called— for a lack of a more appropriate term— the ‘real’ world. However, something was wrong. It took you a few seconds to get your bearings but, when you did, the first thing you noticed was that your bedroom looked very strange. Everything had been turned upside down and you could barely begin to comprehend what was going on when you saw poor Nanna sitting near your canopy bed, wiping her tears with a handkerchief. You tried to call for her but she wouldn’t listen and your situation started to make sense when you were confronted with the reason why she was so distraught.

Watching your body slumber didn’t make for an appealing visage. You looked as though you were on your deathbed and, for a moment, you feared that you were actually passing away. If that were to happen, then you’d be trapped here in the other world with no way to return. With this concern in mind, you willed yourself to descend until your feet touched the ground and tried to get back into your body but it remained unresponsive.

Another memory resurfaced, and you knew you’d been in similar circumstances in the past. For this reason, you didn’t want to stay here for longer than was necessary but, no matter how hard you tried, you were unable to regain control of your corporeal frame. You wished you could wake up and tell Nanna that you were alright, if only to ease her suffering. After all, you were the one to blame for what had happened. If only you’d done as you were told, then none of this would have happened in the first place. Many of your mistakes could have been prevented had you listened to your elders, but they said experience was and would always be the best teacher in life. Learn something with pain and shame, and it was almost guaranteed that you would never forget it.

Approaching Nanna, you wrapped your arms around her and whispered in her ear that she had nothing to worry about— that you would soon get well and she would have the opportunity to nag you again for your imprudence. You said that you were sorry for making her cry and that you loved her. Soon enough she was fast asleep in the armchair, and you kissed her goodnight before curling in bed next to your body.

Perhaps you should have gone to visit Agnese that night, but you had no wish to see her. If she was still furious at what had transpired, then it was better to wait for her anger to subside. To be honest, maybe you feared to find whether she truly cared about you other than being an extension of herself, so you remained confined in your bedroom. At least, you felt safer in there.

You didn’t sleep and neither did you have the need to do it. Watching the moon in the sky until the sun rose wasn’t as tedious or grueling as you imagined, but it was alright. Your existence wasn’t very exciting, to begin with, but you couldn’t say you minded that much.

Time went by and you settled in a rather dull routine of watching yourself sleep, odd as that sounded. On occasions, you saw the doctor check on your constitution and heard him comment on your progress. The worst had passed, apparently, and you should regain consciousness very soon. However, very soon, in your state, felt like an eternity and sometimes you were worried that you’d never open your eyes— just like your grandfather.

The next day, you heard Agnese had visit and she seemed to be quite pleased with her guests. You had little idea of who they were, and neither could you be bothered to go downstairs. Surely, they were the same old gentry that came to see her often and bathed her in flattery to be in her good graces— nothing of particular interest to you, at least. Either way, you didn’t feel like leaving your room in this condition. Instead, you found entertainment in lounging in the settee by the window as you listened to the gossip of two unsuspecting maids. They were cleaning your bedroom while Nanna was away at the chapel, no doubt praying for your quick recovery. At first, you hadn’t paid any attention to them but their constant chattering eventually piqued your interest, since you had nothing better to do.

“I can’t believe it. Oh, he’s such a handsome young man! Wait, that’s not the appropriate word to describe him because he’s not conventionally attractive, is he? When you look at him it’s like… gazing upon a fine artwork. Beautiful and divine,” the youngest one, an attractive brunette girl whom you recognized as Ofelia, said with a dreamy sigh.

“Indeed.” Though not as enthusiastic as her friend, you could still hear some eagerness in the woman’s voice but then she frowned. “Too bad he doesn’t seem to be very friendly and lacks the manners of a well-bred man. Did you see the way he glared at me when I served him coffee? I thought he was going to put me six feet under! That’s not someone I’d like to be friends with.”

Ofelia snorted and gave her a look of mockery. “That’s only because you got too close to him. Do you even have any sense of personal space, Leila?”

“Well, I don’t think that’s a valid reason to look at me as if I had insulted his mother!” Leila complained, and Ofelia just shrugged her shoulders.

“Well, at least he’s a sight for sore eyes. Can’t begin to tell you how much I’m looking forward to see more of him. My days should be more interesting now that he’s here…”

The smile on her face was hard to miss and you arched an eyebrow at it. Just who were they talking about?

“I can agree on that but don’t even think about flirting with him. He doesn’t look like the type of man to be swayed by a mere flash of breasts or legs… unlike those knights you’re used to allure into your bedroom.”

You blushed at those words, then shook your head and tried to ignore what they had said. Despite what you’d been taught to think about 'women of loose morals’, it was none of your business what this girl did or stopped doing in her spare time.

“Aw, you’re no fun. I was hoping to get a little smile from him, at least.”

“I’m only trying to warn you, before you make a fool of yourself. Getting your hopes high won’t do any good. Men like him are creatures only meant to be admired from a safe distance. Beneath a pretty face, there usually lies something ugly and I have the feeling he can be very cruel when he wants to be.”

“But he came to the rescue of miss (Y/N)!”

So this was about him…

“True that, but I’d still tread carefully with him if I were you. Though I really doubt he’d be interested in a simple maid. I’m starting to wonder if he would even be interested in anyone, at all.”

“Oh, thanks for ruining my joy,” Ofelia said, rolling her eyes, and put on a pensive facade. “Now that you mention it, I wonder if he… you know, has particular interests and preferences.”

The suggestion in her tone was curious, and you admitted it was quite amusing to see them so engrossed in their conversation concerning your savior— whose identity was still a mystery to you, though you weren’t exactly in a hurry to meet him. After all, it was quite embarrassing being reminded of your mistakes, and how stupid you’d been to wander away, when you’d been told to be a good girl and obey. All that you knew about him was that he was supposed to be attractive— though you believed beauty was in the eyes of the beholder—, and that he seemed to be surly in the company of others.

“And you want to know because…?”

“Well, he’s not very warm with women and looks a bit out of his element around them… even withdrawn. Now why would that be?” You wouldn’t presume to be an expert in such matters, but you didn’t think her reasoning was following any logic. Maybe you completely missed the point. It didn’t matter anymore. “Or perhaps beneath that serious facade there’s actually a closet pervert. You know what they say about the quiet ones. Wouldn’t that be funny?”

Did she have to say that?

“You’re overthinking this. I don’t really care.”

“Maybe you don’t, but I do. Also I’ve noticed the lady seems to enjoy his company, despite his dour attitude.” If it was true he wasn’t very gifted in the ways of charm, then it was a wonder to you that Agnese could enjoy being in his company when she always craved honeyed words and deference from others. “Have you seen the look in her eyes? Do you think that she has taken—?”

Shh, keep your mouth shut!” Leila urged with a fierce whisper, a look of dread crossing her features all of a sudden. “Are you daft?”

“What? It’s not like I’m speaking lies. We know well the business she likes to do—!”

“We don’t speak about that! The lady’s business is her own and you should know better than to bring it up. If she hears you bad-mouthing like that, you’ll be selling backside in the streets faster than you can say 'ah’.”

What exactly were they arguing about? You surmised that they might have been referring to the independent spirit of a businesswoman that Agnese possessed. After all, as she owned a good portion of banking stocks and was proprietor of several important investments. Saying that Ofelia would have to resort to that kind of work had to be an exaggeration, but you knew that Agnese wasn’t known for her kindness and compassion among her servants so they were terrified of their mistress.

“That’s a little harsh, don’t you think? Besides, who could possibly hear us?”

“What if the young miss does?” Leila looked at your direction— or the direction your body was, anyways. You snorted a little, trying to muffle your laughter whilst the woman eyed you with unease. What a surprise would it be if you told her that you listened to every word they had said. Probably not a good idea, however, lest you wanted people to spread rumors. Having them talk about the crazy daughter of the baroness wasn’t something that would please Agnese, for sure. You didn’t want a repetition of past nightmares, either, and you knew you wouldn’t be treated kindly.

The two women argued some more and then left. Nanna appeared a while later and stayed in your room, reading an epic to Sparda and his glorious feats. Another of his most popular depictions showed him as a dark knight wearing a horned helmet, mounted on his white horse as he fought against a huge dragon-like beast. It was one of your favorite tales, when he saved a young maidens that was offered as sacrifice to appease the old god.

As you waited for her to turn a page, you peeked over her shoulder and soon realized that she’d fallen asleep again. With not much left to do, you returned to the settee and gazed at the stars of the night sky. When you were a child, you always tried to count them one by one but it was an impossible task that left you upset in the end— much to the amusement of your father.

There were occasions you missed those days when that was your greatest concern.

By the time the sun rose, you started feeling rather drowsy as your thoughts scattered and your vision faded. It seemed as if the world around you had vanished, and you were falling into the endless void.

When you woke up again, you were staring at the translucent white curtains of your bed. As the fog in your mind began to clear, and you came to realize that your stay in the other world had come to an end, a sudden pain afflicted your body when you tried to move. The room was still dark during the break of dawn, and it would have been silent had it not been for Nanna’s constant snoring. At least she was still by your side, so you couldn’t complain about that.

“Nanna?” you groaned with a breathy whisper, hoping to get her attention. Another snore was your only response and, though you wished you could have spoken louder, your throat was parched and sore. Your next course of action was to crawl just a little and extend your hand towards her, until your fingers grazed her thigh and feebly tugged at her dress.

That worked, for sure. She jumped from her seat and squealed, sending the book on her lap to the floor. At first she didn’t understand what was happening but, as soon as her eyes landed on you, Nanna breathed your name and practically threw her arms around your shoulders, kissing your forehead and cheeks.

“Oh, praised be merciful Sparda. He has heard my pleas!”

You’d been unconscious for a few days after your near drowning experience. The doctor came to do some examinations on you, first thing in the morning, and he administered antibiotics along with painkillers for the headache. Your prospect of recovery was, apparently, favorable given that you hadn’t spent much time underwater. There would be a little discomfort the first days but that was to be expected, and the fuzziness should eventually go away, or so he assured.

Despite your protests and embarrassment, Nanna insisted on feeding you. Of course you were perfectly capable of doing it yourself but, even after all these years, she still had a hard time accepting that you were no longer her little girl. You had to admit that, in many ways, you were still a silly child who thought herself to be smart and there was nothing more dangerous than a fool oblivious to their own ignorance.

“What… happened?” You weren’t sure if you could trust your own senses anymore, so you wanted a reliable account from someone else.

“Do you not remember?” she asked with concern.

“A little…” You assured with a nod, trying not to panic her. “But it’s all a blur.”

“We visited the church to attend the morning mass, and then you asked me if we could have a look around the fair. On our way, we met Mrs. Pace by chance and congratulated her on the birth of her granddaughter. After that, I lost sight of you for a moment and you disappeared. I was hoping you could explain to me what happened, (Y/N). You had me so worried I thought I would go insane.”

Again, you remembered this had been all your fault and looked down, unable to hold her gaze because you were too ashamed. “I’m really sorry for what I did, Nanna. It wasn’t your intention to cause so much trouble to everyone. I just got distracted with a wedding parade and, when I was about to return, a sudden crowd gathered around me and I couldn’t find you. Then I was dragged away. In the confusion I got scared and didn’t know what to do.”

“The knights searched for you high and low. How is it that you ended up at the quay?”

“I’m not sure. I guess I got lost trying to find the way back on my own. I know I should have asked for directions, but I didn’t feel confident enough to do so.”

“Do you remember what happened after that? How did you fall into the sea?”

You had no plausible explanation for this. What were you supposed to say? That you had hallucinated voices and followed them? Perhaps it would have been easier to tell her that a demon had attacked you, but what if that wasn’t the way things had transpired? Should you not be on the brink of death, then? How could anyone survive such an encounter? You were certain it would be the end of your existence, yet… it felt like it had been just a bad dream.

“I… I can’t recall very well,” you mumbled timidly, hoping Nanna wouldn’t see through your lie and how uncomfortable you felt.

“Were you alone?”

“Yes, I was.” At the awkward silence that followed, you couldn’t help but ask, rather hesitant, “was mother… too harsh on you?”

“Agnese was only worried about you. What matters now is that you are safe and will recover soon.” She sighed and gave you a tired smile, petting your hair. Despite your concerns, her words put you at ease. “I know it was the hand of the Savior that young Aeneas happened to be nearby—”

“Aeneas?” You didn’t know anyone who went by that name so, naturally, you were curious as to whom she was talking about. “Is he—?”

“The one who helped you, indeed.”

“And what did he say?”

“He said that you seemed to have felt unwell all of a sudden because you fainted and fell into the water. Apparently, the handrail was rusty and in a bad shape so it gave under your weight when you leaned against it. Is that what happened, (Y/N)?”

There was no demon attack, then. It had been a figment of your imagination. No matter how real it felt, it was nothing more than an illusion of your mind. Were you even awake or was this just another dream? The idea terrified you.


Seeing no other escape, you nodded. “Yes. It all came to me now. I was not feeling very well.”

She didn’t look very convinced but the questioning stopped— for a while, at least. No doubt you’d have to give the knight captain an account of the events, so he could make a report on it for the record. Then everyone would move on and forget about this, for which you were grateful. To be honest, you couldn’t wait for that to happen. After the embarrassment of the party, you were sure people believed you to be the girl who cried wolf.

But you could never imagine the wolf was closer than you thought.

You knew Nanna was worried about you, and she felt guilty for having let you out of her sight. Agnese had been furious at first— a reaction that was expected from her— but, somehow, her wrath had subsided and, though you couldn’t understand why, you were glad that she was in a better mood.

One afternoon, when Dr. Leoni came to see how you were faring in your convalescence, you told Nanna that you wanted to go to the gardens. She didn’t take long to try and make you desist.

“Are you sure you’re feeling well to do that? You should rest some more.”

“I am not dying,” you replied with annoyance, before giving her an apologetic look. The day was warmer than you would have liked, and the heat was bothering you despite the ceiling fan spinning above. “Sorry. I would like to breathe some fresh air, that is all.”

What you meant was that you wanted to get out of that room.

“Alright, but it depends on what the doctor recommends.” Her words were curt as she spoke. For reasons unknown, you always felt tension between Nanna and Leoni whenever they were in the same room— something that made you anxious. You asked Nanna about it on another opportunity but she told you that you were reading too much into it, and there was absolutely nothing wrong.

“You may go, yes, but don’t be long. Otherwise, we’re going to have a problem, young lady.” The smile he gave you was a little unnerving, but you agreed to do as he said.

However, you needed a shower before anything. Your first apparition couldn’t be in this impresentable state and, when you were done, Nanna made sure that you looked your best. Thankfully you were spared the torture of corsets and, instead, were allowed to wear a simple chiffon dress.

“Oh, by the way, here’s the hairpin you bought the other day. Would you like to wear it?” Nanna asked, once she had styled your hair.

You looked at the colorful butterfly in her hand and forced yourself to smile. “Yes, please.”

“There…” She fastened the pin on your tresses and placed her hands on your shoulders, gazing at your reflection in the mirror. “All done, little sparrow. Now let us go outside.”

“Hopefully mother won’t mind that I want to take a little stroll.”

“I don’t think she will.” There was some uncertainty and awkwardness in her voice but she quickly composed herself. “Don’t worry. If Agnese is not pleased, we’ll tell her that the doctor gave you permission.”

You headed downstairs and, by the time you were midway, Nanna began to wish your bedroom wasn’t at the top floor. She still had some pain in her joints and bones, so you had to make a few stops for her to rest. It made you feel guilty for having put her in so much distress during the past days, and you decided she would retire to her bedroom earlier that night. The idea of Nanna exerting herself wasn’t something you liked, so you would just sit in the gardens and have some refreshments. You had a mighty craving for something sweet.

As you reached the bottom of the stairs, the sound of Agnese’s laughter caught your attention and you were drawn to it— curious as to what was the cause of such manifest glee. But before you could take another step, Nanna held your arm and stopped you.

“What’s wrong?” you asked her, confused, but she only gave you a worried look and shook her head.

“We should probably be on our way and not bother your mother. She’s busy at the moment with a guest.”

You considered her advice, but this was Agnese who you were talking about. “Would it not be better to let her know I am not in bed? I don’t think mother will appreciate being ignored. Besides, I haven’t been the most obedient child as of late, and it would be best to make amends after what happened.”

Despite her protests, you approached the sitting room from where Agnese’s voice came. The door was ajar, and you took this chance to catch a glimpse inside. Agnese was sitting in a sofa with the biggest smile on her face, something that was unexpected. You also noticed she was in the company of a man, but you couldn’t see him very clearly from where you stood as he was facing away. However, you could distinguish that he was of old age due to his white hair. Though you had little idea of who he could be, it didn’t escape your attention how pleased Agnese appeared to be.

Whilst you tried to decide what to do, your presence hadn’t gone unnoticed.

“(Y/N)?” called Agnese, startling you. Given the confounded expression she wore, she wasn’t expecting to see you but you couldn’t detect any signs of upset coming from her. Throwing a glance at Nanna, in an attempt to call for her aid, she nodded and encouraged you to go forth.

“I’ll be waiting for you, little potato.”

You snorted under your breath, trying to muffle your laughter, but pretended to be irked and glared at Nanna for calling you that. This, of course, made Agnese arch an inquisitive eyebrow at the scene and you cleared your throat with awkwardness before stepping inside.

“Good afternoon, mother.” It was embarrassing enough to be caught eavesdropping— even though you didn’t hear much of their conversation. Running away would make you look even worse.

“What a pleasant surprise!” As she fiddled with the fan in her hands, you couldn’t help but take in the slight flush on her cheeks. Looking back, perhaps you were the only person who believed it might have been the heat of summer affecting her. “Should you not be in bed, my dear?”

“I wanted… to go outside and the doctor gave me permission.”

“Oh, is that so? Well, it doesn’t matter either way. Come here, my child.” She extended her hand in your direction and beckoned you to draw near. “Since you’re here, I would like you to meet a very special guest.”

You did as you were told and approached Agnese with uncertainty, your gaze drifting to said visitor in the room. When you entered his line of vision, the man turned his head slightly to observe you from his seat and then you stopped dead in your tracks— breath catching in your throat when you had the chance to behold his countenance for the first time. Your initial assumptions had been wrong all along, for he wasn’t an elder as you’d thought. On the contrary, he couldn’t be a day over twenty despite the unusual color of his hair.

No doubt he was the young man Ofelia and Leila were talking about. For a moment you were taken aback, due to your unexpected findings, but you composed yourself— though uneasiness still churned in your stomach.

Once you stood by her side, you were able to have a better look at his features. They were sharp but not harsh to the eye, sporting high cheekbones with a strong jaw. His hair was styled in a slicked back fashion, giving him a more mature air as it accentuated his serious expression. It probably made him look older than he was.

“This my beloved daughter, (Y/N),” Agnese spoke, holding your hand in hers whilst petting your hair— to your utter confusion. This wasn’t her usual behavior, but you wouldn’t question her actions or contradict her. In truth, it made you happy that she cared and in return you offered a tiny smile, knowing that she wasn’t mad at you despite your error in judgment. “This is Aeneas, my dear; the man who had the kindness to see to your safe return. I know you’ve already met, in rather dire circumstances… unfortunately. However, I thank the Savior that he was there to deliver you from certain death.”

Your gaze met his, as Agnese went on her speech. It appeared as if neither of you were paying attention to what she was saying, but it was most likely you whose mind was wandering away into those blue eyes that scrutinized you with unknown intent.

You knew it was rude to stare at other people, but it was difficult to look away from him. Of course, he was extremely attractive— to deny it would have been a lie— but something in the back of your mind had begun to bother you at that moment. There was this certain familiarity about him that perplexed you, though you had no idea why could that be. Maybe you were just confused after all these strange events…

The bags under his eyes spoke of sleepless nights. For all his beauty, his gaze told you that on the inside he was wearied and there was an aura of danger and gloom surrounding him. He definitely wasn’t the type of person you imagined would rush to the rescue of someone in need, but you didn’t dare make any more assumptions on a complete stranger. From the way he regarded you, however, you had a strange inkling that this man held some sort of grudge against you. It was impossible to explain why you felt that way, for you’d never seen him in your entire life, but you perceived hidden hostility coming from him in the way his chiseled aquiline nose scrunched ever so slightly and his lips thinned at the sight of you.

“For a mother, her children are her most precious treasure and I am forever indebted to you for what you’ve done.” Turning to you, Agnese gave you an expectant look and her words startled you into embarrassment. “(Y/N), why are you standing there like a scared hare? Be a good girl and thank him properly.”

You wished Nanna was there you wouldn’t feel lost. Unsure of how to proceed, you took some hesitant steps towards Aeneas until you were at a close but safe distance from him. To be honest, you were wary of this man and remembered what the maids had said about him not being very warm with others. Most certainly he wasn’t one to be keen on pleasantries, and you wondered why Agnese was so zealous in the first place.

Doing as she commanded, you curtsied rather rigidly in an effort not to appear uncouth while avoiding to look at him. “You have my sincerest gratitude, sir. I will never forget what you did for me.”

Well, that didn’t sound very sincere for sure.

Aeneas reciprocated with the enthusiasm of a rock, though you weren’t much jolly to begin with. A curt nod with a grunt was all he offered, and you made no further attempts to speak as you glanced at Agnese— uncertain what to make of him. It was a little difficult to decide whether Aeneas was by any chance socially awkward, or rudeness was an elemental part of his character. Either way, Agnese was charmed and she barely paid any attention to his lack of etiquette or she didn’t care.

Despite everything, you understood she was smitten by his fair looks but something about Aeneas made you uneasy and you sensed ill-intent coming from him. You tried not to judge him all too soon, however. Perhaps he was shy and unsure of how to act around strangers, much like you were.

“I do not think I can ever repay such handsome generosity on your part but, if you will allow me, I shall make sure that your deeds won’t go without compensation.” Opening her fan, she waved it about while giving him a strange smile. “Please, stay in our home for as long as you wish. You’re my guest of honor, and it would be a pleasure to be in your company.”

Your eyes widened to the size of saucers at her words. You couldn’t believe what you had just heard. Was she serious about asking this man to stay?! Agnese had been so concerned about the security of the estate not long ago, yet all of a sudden she intended to house a complete stranger? You didn’t understand what had driven her to make that decision. Without a doubt she was grateful that he saved her only daughter, but this seemed to be a little too much. What could she possibly know about this Aeneas man? Who knew what intentions did he have or what kind of person he was.

There was definitively something strange about him; you felt it in your gut, but you couldn’t come up with a reasonable explanation for that. His presence unsettled you and, though you wanted to believe that it was only your mind playing tricks on you again, you were not so sure. For some motive you were unaware of, he didn’t like you but you didn’t trust him in return.

Your father used to say that life was a box full of surprises, and it was at that very moment that you realized you’d inadvertently opened it.

A/N: This was a really long chapter! I seem to go overboard with details and stuff orz.

As you already know, I chose the name Aeneas (pronounced iˈniːəs) as an alias for Vergil. I don’t believe he would reveal his true name to people he doesn’t really know, nor it is necessary. Why Aeneas? It’s the name of the protagonist of the Aeneid, written by the poet Virgil, so I thought it would be fitting. Also, I love the name. I believe it means “praiseworthy” but I’ve also read another of its meanings is “terrible grief”.

Also, yes, the briefly-mentioned tale of Sparda and the maiden was taken from the legend of Saint George and the dragon.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter and feedback is appreciated. See ya next time! ♥ feedback is appreciated always! Like, reblog, or ask if you have any doubts!



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