Fortunate | A Dmc5 Reader Insert [On Hold]

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Events - Dmc5

Point of view - (Y/N)

The sky was blue and bright as you sat down. Your father sighed, looking down at his sword that was planted firmly in the ground.

You recognized that sword anywhere.

Yamato. That's what your sword was based off of you suppose. "Yamato.." You spoke, gaining your fathers attention. Your vision was still cloudy and you were frustrated by it.

The frustration must of been evident on your face because your father softly chuckled. "You look frustrated, is it your eye?" He questioned, humming as he received a nod from you.

"Of course." He muttered, laying a hand on your shoulder. A deep cut resided in your eye, and it wouldn't be healed by natural means.

As you sat there, you realized Vergil's voice sounded familiar to the man that trained you when you were little. You couldn't see the man, but you could hear his voice. Perhaps he wasn't there at all...

You felt like the odd one out, now noticing that your father, brother and uncle all have white hair. And you were stuck with (h/c).

Though now that you were thinking about it, you suppose the things that you got from your father was parts of his personality.

You hummed, remembering when Nero would try and get you to do something with him. You blatantly refused that day, only because you were too engrossed in the book you were reading.

For some odd reason you hated the idea of using guns. Of course, your brother laughed at the idea of not using guns and you mentally cringed.

Your substitute is currently unknown, for you barely had a thought to use whatever it was.

With a hum you nudged Vergil, causing him to grunt - but you got his attention either way. "You use guns?" You questioned, watching as he chuckled softly.

"No. I feel as if they aren't true weapons for a warrior."

Your (e/c) shined with happiness just as your hands turned into fists. "Yeah! Yeah!" You chirped, nodding your head in agreement.

Vergil let out a laugh, ruffling your hair. "You are definitely my child." He spoke, a smile painting his lips.

It was very rare to see Vergil smile. His expression was always stoic and calm, yet also serious. Quite different from your uncle, who was just the opposite.

Maybe you were the only one to break the ice?

The smile on Vergil's lips faded, being replaced with a frown as a thoughtful look spread across his face. "Do you have a devil trigger, child?"

Now it was your turn to frown. You really didn't know, but by the end of this journey, you were confident you would find out.