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DmC- Fate's Hand Ch.4
This Limbo world of floating islands and enormous floating film strips was not as complex as other Limbo worlds, but it wasn’t any less dangerous. One false move and it would be an endless fall into nothingness, swallowing you up whole. Who knows if there was even a bottom in this empty void that Elemiah and Vergil ventured through?
“So, have any idea where to go? Or am I just pretending to lead the way?”
“No, you’re fine. I was initially going in that direction. There are quite a few more projectors than I originally had guessed; twenty to be precise.”
Stopping in her tracks, Elemiah spun around in shock, “Twenty?! Are you serious?”
“Are you really surprised? You saw the size of the theater. It’s the third largest in the world. It’s only natural it would have that many separate screening areas, however the amount of projectors it seems are different in Limbo. In the Human realm
DmC- Fate's Hand Ch.3
The Show Must Go On
“Just to give you a heads up I’m going to set off a fire alarm.”
“There’s no need for that. You can’t save all the Human lives in the building.”
“I agree. I can’t save all of them, but I’ll do what I can to get the vast majority out. Besides, that’s not the only purpose behind the alarm.”
There was silence between the two before the masked man intuitively jumped, “You’re going to create panic.”
“Yes. Naturally most of everyone will leave the building, putting the guards in a shamble. They’ll have so much on their hands they won’t know what to do with it, giving us an even bigger ease to finish our quest.”
“Heh, very good. In that case, by all means…proceed. I won’t be able to meet up with you for a while so stay on your toes.”
Hanging up their phones, the two infiltrators continued their journeys to take down
DmC- Fate's Hand Ch.2
Pawns and Bishops
By the time Elemiah had finally made it to 5th and Main in her car, an hour had already passed by. Just as Verum stated, there was a blue mailbox on the corner of the street where everyone could place their mail or packages inside to be shipped out to their destinations. Upon parking nearby and getting out onto the street to approach the mailbox, Elemiah looked around as traffic sped by and humans walked about the intersection.
Nothing out of the ordinary.
It was almost disappointing. Although she was instructed to neither come a second sooner nor later, she was hoping that she would at least get one glimpse of whoever placed the package under the mailbox. The natural curiosity dug at her like her desire to be set free. Nonetheless, the moment was almost exhilarating. After spending years in solitude, studying angelic chants and whatever else she could get her hands on, having a moment of actual excitement was almost foreign to her. She had forgotten wha
DmC- Fate's Hand Ch.1
Welcome to my DmC Fanfiction Series As a warning to readers, unless you have played the games, this will be a spoiler in many ways.
This story takes place before the events of "The Chronicles of Vergil"
The Problem with Most Fanfictions Involving OC's
---I am told by many readers that they often find fanfictions with OC's to be dull and or that the OC completely overshadows the existing characters let alone having the existing original characters completely out of character. This can be very frustrating for readers to the point where they lose faith in stories with OCs and just outright boycott them. I on the other hand completely understand that and also agree that, even though it is fan-fiction, that doesn't mean the original characters should be taken out of character. It should be read like a true fan-fiction and not just some made up fantasy that isn't very well developed or carefully thought out.
So what I basically do is take my OCs and carefully weave them
Red Letter Day - Prologue
So here I am, writing.
I’m writing, I’m writing – just as you told me to.
I’m writing, I’m writing, I’m writing.
Have you ever noticed that when the sun goes down, this flat changes? It does. The walls are white during the day and lingering brown at night. During the day, I’m with you and the light from outside paints the walls that heavenly color. But when that sun goes down, the demons wake and I’m alone again, even though you’re just a room away.
Somehow it seems less threatening tonight, and I think it’s because you’ve given me an assignment to try and fight off the darkness. You gave me a stack of papers and a pen and told me to write everything that comes to mind.
It’s a strange feeling to have complete freedom. These empty pages are mine to do whatever I please – I could even wipe my ass with them – but they’re also terribly intimidating. The blank page has always been a nemesis of man. It&
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