Life of Vengeance
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
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2,278
Reviews:
20
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0
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Seven Years Later
Author’s notes: Yay! Four people were kind enough to review on adultfanfiction dot net, and I’m in one c2 and on 3 alert lists on fanfiction dot net. People are actually noticing this. Though shame on the 129 people who looked at this and didn’t review on fanfiction dot net. Reviews tell me what I’m doing right, as well as what I’m doing wrong. Pairings still most likely to be Dante/Trish, Vergil/Lady, and I guess I have to add Nero and Julia to the mix…
Kalliope the Mewthree: Authoress-Mama doesn’t own Harry Potter or Devil May Cry, they belong to J.K. Rowling and Capcom respectively. Authoress-Mama is in no way, shape or form making money from this, so don’t sue her, please.
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Life of Venegance
By BlackLadyCharon
Chapter Two: Seven Years Later
Morning stole into the window, lighting the room that seven years ago had been a simple spare room. It danced over the collection of knives, a short sword, and two Smith and Wesson Hushpuppy sniper’s guns before going onto other things. It lightly touched the PS2 and Gamecube, dithered over a pile of clothing in a corner, then struck ten, almost eleven, year old Rion Sparda full in the face. Rion’s eyes opened slowly, and he fumbled around on his table for his glasses. His Uncle Vergil had bemoaned that such a talented fighter needed glasses to tell what was two inches farther then his nose, but the things were well made. Large lenses offered Rion an excellent field of vision, the odd shaping of them helping to shield his eyes from dust, poisons, and demon blood, and no matter how he twisted, turned, or got held upside down and shaken, they didn’t come off unless Rion himself took them off. Better than most store glasses, and custom made too.
“Rion! That lazy butt of yours up yet? We gotta go shopping for your school shit today, Runt!” Rion scrunched his nose up at the ‘Runt’ his Uncle Dante had just yelled up the stairs. He was only ten, yet his small, lithe frame promised he’d undoubtedly grow just as tall as his three over bearing, over protective, half demon Uncles. There was no need to call him ‘Runt’, Dante did it just to annoy him.
“Yeah, yeah, Uncle ‘Te, I’m up and moving. Shut your big fat mouth!” Laugher rolled back up the stairs as Rion grabbed a shirt and jeans, hopping into them and grabbing his combat boots. He gave his usual, futile attempt at flattening his chaos cursed black hair, before giving up and allowing it to go in whatever direction it pleased. It did so anyway, there was no point in trying to stop it. It was simply another way of standing out amongst three white haired males.
“Nero! Watch out! That’s the…” Wham, Crash, Whump, THUD!!! “Gods damned mother fucking sonvabitching….” “…Stairs…” Rion twitched his lips in amusement. Uncle Nero had been a surprise find, much like himself. Uncle Dante’d gone off to beat the shit out of a bunch of Sparda worshipers with corrupt priests for a week or two, and shown up with Nero and his girlfriend, soon wife Julia. Rion had adapted to three Uncles just fine, he was happy to have family who cared for him. Not like the Aunt and Uncle he could barely remember. There’d been no caring in that house, not a bit. Rion grabbed his doorknob, then swayed against his door as his head spun and the lightening bolt scar on his forehead burned like silver fire.
Something will happen on my eleventh birthday. Something will change my life, and bring the name I hide to the fore. Rion Sparda must give way partly to that other name, the one I can’t quite recall… Rion shook his head to clear it. Wonderful, one of his freaking visions. None of his three uncles could teach him how to control them; they lacked the techniques since they didn’t have such skills themselves. Phantom magical blades they could teach him, a trick to slow down time temporarily, fireballs, that they could teach him and did with cheerful regularity. How to stop his head from splitting and suddenly knowing things he didn’t want to know they couldn’t. He sighed, opening his door and making his way downstairs, sidestepping the still cursing Nero. Nero hadn’t had coffee yet, Nero was ALWAYS grumpy before his coffee.
“Trouble tomorrow, vision said so. Something important that has to happen on my birthday.” Rion announced to the kitchen as he came in, reaching into the playpen to grab his baby niece Anna. Vergil and Lady still boggled that they’d managed to tolerate each other long enough to have sex and get married, much less produce a child. Yet the relationship had formed, stuck, and produced yet another white haired part demon to drive the full demons nuts and kill them when she was old enough. Anna wiggled, chewing on her teething ring happily as Rion carried her towards her high chair. No one ever tried to take the teething ring, Anna could be quite adamant about it, and trying to keep a partly triggered baby Sparda from chewing one’s leg off required a lot of effort.
“Oh, Rion, does it have to be on your birthday? It’ll ruin it for you, you know it will.” Trish was the one cooking breakfast, so she was the one who responded to this fact. Rion had been a shock for her, coming home to find Dante and Vergil had adopted a child. Yet when she’d heard their story, and seen Rion, she’d loved him like the son she couldn’t have. Rion didn’t seem distressed about what was going to happen, so she let it slide. That was all that she could do, as she put breakfast on the table for the lot of them and sat down to eat herself.
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“This is such a waste of time, Minerva. How can we even guarantee that the spell will take us to Potter?” Severus Snape grumbled as they set about working on the spells that hopefully would find the Boy Who Lived. The child had been missing for seven years, most likely dead in Severus’s opinion. A good thing too, the world didn’t need another Potter running around in it.
“The spell will work, Severus. It has been linked both to Harry’s name and that other name, the one Albus uncovered. It will take us straight to him, and it’s best done at the instant he’d turn eleven, as you well know.” Minerva McGonagall was nervous too. If this worked, they’d finally find Harry Potter, and learn what had happened to the missing Boy Who Lived. That would settle her heart a great deal. As the great clock chimed twelve, she cast the spell, feeling herself and Severus whirl away to confront whatever they would find.
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Rion studied his school stuff, making notes of any last minute stuff he’d have to get. The clock had chimed the witching hour a while ago, so he was now officially eleven. His stomach grumbled in protest about then, reminding him that it had been several hours since dinner, so maybe he should fill it again. Rion went downstairs, jumping the last four out of habit, through the office, and into the kitchen. Hmm, leftover roast beef, score! That was always edible cold, or if Julia cooked it, only edible cold. Rion was happily munching on it in the office on his return route to his room when it happened. A loud, booming crack, a flash of light, two startled yells, and two complete strangers landed on top of Rion. Panic flashed through him, and the one closest to him got a steel toed combat boot to the groin, causing him to shriek and double over. By now, everyone else was awake and had managed to get downstairs, varying guns and sharp pointed objects aimed at the pile. Rion counted Yamato, the Sparda, Nero’s gun, Ebony and Ivory, the Bazooka, and Julia’s short sword. Interesting, everyone was here.
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“Get. Off. Of. Rion. Now.” Minerva watched the one who’d growled this, who was doing his best to keep his right arm out of sight while pointing a gun at her and Severus. She warily looked at the rest, noting that she and Severus were outnumbered, and probably wouldn’t have time to cast enough spells to disable all of them before they got killed for it. She slowly held her hands up, moving off of Severus so that he could do the same thing. The boy they’d landed on sat up with a gasp, raking his hands through his ebony hair. Minerva looked at him, wondering if this Rion was a kid Harry knew, until he turned his face to the light and she saw the lightening bolt scar. She felt Severus tense as well.
Rion in not the name of Harry’s abductor. Rion is the name Harry has chosen to use!
“Enough, Uncle Nero. They didn’t hurt me, and I’ve had worse when you, Uncle Vergil and Uncle Dante tag team to beat the shit out of me. Besides, I told you something like this would happen. Do I ever get listened too? Nooo, of course not.” Harry stood up, brushing himself off. Minerva couldn’t think of him as Rion, the name Harry was too engraved upon her psyche to change easily. “Shit, my snack’s ruined, now I’m annoyed.” Harry looked over at them, raising an eyebrow. “Well, you gonna tell me what you’re here about? I doubt it’s to request that we hunt down something for you.” Minerva frowned at this strange statement, but decided to state her cause plainly.
“Forgive us for so rudely trespassing, but we have been looking for your… Rion for the past seven years now.” She addressed this to the one who seemed to be in charge, the one with the black and white guns. He nodded slowly, indicating she should continue. “We were keeping watch on him, as he has great magical gifts. A prophecy dictates that he will be the one to save us from a great evil, the boy you call Rion who we know as Harry Potter…” This was interrupted by Harry in a loud and unpredicted manner.
“Harry!!! My name’s Harry!!! What was my mother THINKING?!?!?”
“Calm down, Potter, there’s no need to have hysterics.” Severus tried to add his two cents in and gain control of the situation. Harry, meanwhile, looked at him in vast annoyance.
“… I hate you already, grease face.” This brought a sharp bark of laughter from the two gun wielders, and a smile from the single gun wielder. The other male, and Minerva was beginning to realize from the height, hair color, and eye color that the three were brothers, stepped forward, looking at Harry.
“I brought you home, Rion, and told you to hide your true name. If they are correct, and you are this child they seek, they must provide you with training somehow. Training we can not give you. Tell me, my nephew, Rion Sparda, are they correct?” Harry paused, clearly thinking.
Nephew? So THAT’S how Albus’s spell kept working! Family we didn’t know he had took him in!!!
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Rion frowned, searching the corners of his mind and self for the answer. At last slowly, reluctantly, the answer came. The name he’d hidden, the truth he’d protected behind the name Rion. His true name.
“They are… Correct, Uncle Vergil. Therefore, I must yield the name I love for the truth.” Vergil silenced him with a shake of his head.
“Here you are always, and will always, be Rion Sparda. You are family, you earned that long ago, and none can take that from you.” The strange woman smiled, seeming pleased that Ri… no Harry, he was Harry now, had a family that cared for him. Well, that was one good thing, though Harry still hated the arrogant, greasy haired and faced man who seemed to think he was so superior.
“Very well, I’ll assume I need different school stuff then what I’ve got.” The woman nodded.
“We can take you to get it next wee, if you like.” Harry nodded.
“Looks like this is gonna be one hell of a school year.”
-Chap Two End-
-Chapter Three: School Shopping! Preview-
“Are you one of those inbred idiots who thinks bloodlines matter?”
“Are you implying I’m stupid?”
“No, I’m flat out saying it to your face, blondie.”
-End Preview-
Well, here’s chapter two, hopefully more reviews will come soon! Also, tell me who you think Harry should be paired with. Not Hermione, since she and Ron shall be an item, and no guys. Til Next Time!
Kalliope the Mewthree: Authoress-Mama doesn’t own Harry Potter or Devil May Cry, they belong to J.K. Rowling and Capcom respectively. Authoress-Mama is in no way, shape or form making money from this, so don’t sue her, please.
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Life of Venegance
By BlackLadyCharon
Chapter Two: Seven Years Later
Morning stole into the window, lighting the room that seven years ago had been a simple spare room. It danced over the collection of knives, a short sword, and two Smith and Wesson Hushpuppy sniper’s guns before going onto other things. It lightly touched the PS2 and Gamecube, dithered over a pile of clothing in a corner, then struck ten, almost eleven, year old Rion Sparda full in the face. Rion’s eyes opened slowly, and he fumbled around on his table for his glasses. His Uncle Vergil had bemoaned that such a talented fighter needed glasses to tell what was two inches farther then his nose, but the things were well made. Large lenses offered Rion an excellent field of vision, the odd shaping of them helping to shield his eyes from dust, poisons, and demon blood, and no matter how he twisted, turned, or got held upside down and shaken, they didn’t come off unless Rion himself took them off. Better than most store glasses, and custom made too.
“Rion! That lazy butt of yours up yet? We gotta go shopping for your school shit today, Runt!” Rion scrunched his nose up at the ‘Runt’ his Uncle Dante had just yelled up the stairs. He was only ten, yet his small, lithe frame promised he’d undoubtedly grow just as tall as his three over bearing, over protective, half demon Uncles. There was no need to call him ‘Runt’, Dante did it just to annoy him.
“Yeah, yeah, Uncle ‘Te, I’m up and moving. Shut your big fat mouth!” Laugher rolled back up the stairs as Rion grabbed a shirt and jeans, hopping into them and grabbing his combat boots. He gave his usual, futile attempt at flattening his chaos cursed black hair, before giving up and allowing it to go in whatever direction it pleased. It did so anyway, there was no point in trying to stop it. It was simply another way of standing out amongst three white haired males.
“Nero! Watch out! That’s the…” Wham, Crash, Whump, THUD!!! “Gods damned mother fucking sonvabitching….” “…Stairs…” Rion twitched his lips in amusement. Uncle Nero had been a surprise find, much like himself. Uncle Dante’d gone off to beat the shit out of a bunch of Sparda worshipers with corrupt priests for a week or two, and shown up with Nero and his girlfriend, soon wife Julia. Rion had adapted to three Uncles just fine, he was happy to have family who cared for him. Not like the Aunt and Uncle he could barely remember. There’d been no caring in that house, not a bit. Rion grabbed his doorknob, then swayed against his door as his head spun and the lightening bolt scar on his forehead burned like silver fire.
Something will happen on my eleventh birthday. Something will change my life, and bring the name I hide to the fore. Rion Sparda must give way partly to that other name, the one I can’t quite recall… Rion shook his head to clear it. Wonderful, one of his freaking visions. None of his three uncles could teach him how to control them; they lacked the techniques since they didn’t have such skills themselves. Phantom magical blades they could teach him, a trick to slow down time temporarily, fireballs, that they could teach him and did with cheerful regularity. How to stop his head from splitting and suddenly knowing things he didn’t want to know they couldn’t. He sighed, opening his door and making his way downstairs, sidestepping the still cursing Nero. Nero hadn’t had coffee yet, Nero was ALWAYS grumpy before his coffee.
“Trouble tomorrow, vision said so. Something important that has to happen on my birthday.” Rion announced to the kitchen as he came in, reaching into the playpen to grab his baby niece Anna. Vergil and Lady still boggled that they’d managed to tolerate each other long enough to have sex and get married, much less produce a child. Yet the relationship had formed, stuck, and produced yet another white haired part demon to drive the full demons nuts and kill them when she was old enough. Anna wiggled, chewing on her teething ring happily as Rion carried her towards her high chair. No one ever tried to take the teething ring, Anna could be quite adamant about it, and trying to keep a partly triggered baby Sparda from chewing one’s leg off required a lot of effort.
“Oh, Rion, does it have to be on your birthday? It’ll ruin it for you, you know it will.” Trish was the one cooking breakfast, so she was the one who responded to this fact. Rion had been a shock for her, coming home to find Dante and Vergil had adopted a child. Yet when she’d heard their story, and seen Rion, she’d loved him like the son she couldn’t have. Rion didn’t seem distressed about what was going to happen, so she let it slide. That was all that she could do, as she put breakfast on the table for the lot of them and sat down to eat herself.
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“This is such a waste of time, Minerva. How can we even guarantee that the spell will take us to Potter?” Severus Snape grumbled as they set about working on the spells that hopefully would find the Boy Who Lived. The child had been missing for seven years, most likely dead in Severus’s opinion. A good thing too, the world didn’t need another Potter running around in it.
“The spell will work, Severus. It has been linked both to Harry’s name and that other name, the one Albus uncovered. It will take us straight to him, and it’s best done at the instant he’d turn eleven, as you well know.” Minerva McGonagall was nervous too. If this worked, they’d finally find Harry Potter, and learn what had happened to the missing Boy Who Lived. That would settle her heart a great deal. As the great clock chimed twelve, she cast the spell, feeling herself and Severus whirl away to confront whatever they would find.
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Rion studied his school stuff, making notes of any last minute stuff he’d have to get. The clock had chimed the witching hour a while ago, so he was now officially eleven. His stomach grumbled in protest about then, reminding him that it had been several hours since dinner, so maybe he should fill it again. Rion went downstairs, jumping the last four out of habit, through the office, and into the kitchen. Hmm, leftover roast beef, score! That was always edible cold, or if Julia cooked it, only edible cold. Rion was happily munching on it in the office on his return route to his room when it happened. A loud, booming crack, a flash of light, two startled yells, and two complete strangers landed on top of Rion. Panic flashed through him, and the one closest to him got a steel toed combat boot to the groin, causing him to shriek and double over. By now, everyone else was awake and had managed to get downstairs, varying guns and sharp pointed objects aimed at the pile. Rion counted Yamato, the Sparda, Nero’s gun, Ebony and Ivory, the Bazooka, and Julia’s short sword. Interesting, everyone was here.
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“Get. Off. Of. Rion. Now.” Minerva watched the one who’d growled this, who was doing his best to keep his right arm out of sight while pointing a gun at her and Severus. She warily looked at the rest, noting that she and Severus were outnumbered, and probably wouldn’t have time to cast enough spells to disable all of them before they got killed for it. She slowly held her hands up, moving off of Severus so that he could do the same thing. The boy they’d landed on sat up with a gasp, raking his hands through his ebony hair. Minerva looked at him, wondering if this Rion was a kid Harry knew, until he turned his face to the light and she saw the lightening bolt scar. She felt Severus tense as well.
Rion in not the name of Harry’s abductor. Rion is the name Harry has chosen to use!
“Enough, Uncle Nero. They didn’t hurt me, and I’ve had worse when you, Uncle Vergil and Uncle Dante tag team to beat the shit out of me. Besides, I told you something like this would happen. Do I ever get listened too? Nooo, of course not.” Harry stood up, brushing himself off. Minerva couldn’t think of him as Rion, the name Harry was too engraved upon her psyche to change easily. “Shit, my snack’s ruined, now I’m annoyed.” Harry looked over at them, raising an eyebrow. “Well, you gonna tell me what you’re here about? I doubt it’s to request that we hunt down something for you.” Minerva frowned at this strange statement, but decided to state her cause plainly.
“Forgive us for so rudely trespassing, but we have been looking for your… Rion for the past seven years now.” She addressed this to the one who seemed to be in charge, the one with the black and white guns. He nodded slowly, indicating she should continue. “We were keeping watch on him, as he has great magical gifts. A prophecy dictates that he will be the one to save us from a great evil, the boy you call Rion who we know as Harry Potter…” This was interrupted by Harry in a loud and unpredicted manner.
“Harry!!! My name’s Harry!!! What was my mother THINKING?!?!?”
“Calm down, Potter, there’s no need to have hysterics.” Severus tried to add his two cents in and gain control of the situation. Harry, meanwhile, looked at him in vast annoyance.
“… I hate you already, grease face.” This brought a sharp bark of laughter from the two gun wielders, and a smile from the single gun wielder. The other male, and Minerva was beginning to realize from the height, hair color, and eye color that the three were brothers, stepped forward, looking at Harry.
“I brought you home, Rion, and told you to hide your true name. If they are correct, and you are this child they seek, they must provide you with training somehow. Training we can not give you. Tell me, my nephew, Rion Sparda, are they correct?” Harry paused, clearly thinking.
Nephew? So THAT’S how Albus’s spell kept working! Family we didn’t know he had took him in!!!
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Rion frowned, searching the corners of his mind and self for the answer. At last slowly, reluctantly, the answer came. The name he’d hidden, the truth he’d protected behind the name Rion. His true name.
“They are… Correct, Uncle Vergil. Therefore, I must yield the name I love for the truth.” Vergil silenced him with a shake of his head.
“Here you are always, and will always, be Rion Sparda. You are family, you earned that long ago, and none can take that from you.” The strange woman smiled, seeming pleased that Ri… no Harry, he was Harry now, had a family that cared for him. Well, that was one good thing, though Harry still hated the arrogant, greasy haired and faced man who seemed to think he was so superior.
“Very well, I’ll assume I need different school stuff then what I’ve got.” The woman nodded.
“We can take you to get it next wee, if you like.” Harry nodded.
“Looks like this is gonna be one hell of a school year.”
-Chap Two End-
-Chapter Three: School Shopping! Preview-
“Are you one of those inbred idiots who thinks bloodlines matter?”
“Are you implying I’m stupid?”
“No, I’m flat out saying it to your face, blondie.”
-End Preview-
Well, here’s chapter two, hopefully more reviews will come soon! Also, tell me who you think Harry should be paired with. Not Hermione, since she and Ron shall be an item, and no guys. Til Next Time!