Indie blog for the Devil Arm Gilgamesh of DMC 4.
Tracking tag - Pugnis.
M!Anon - Not accepting.
Blog may be triggering or NSFW at times, but nothing of sexual content.
Mun is of age, but this is a preference.
“We can’t lose her.“ She whispered through gritted teeth, eyes cast down on the table between the two Devil Arms. Fingers nervously fiddled in her lap as she remained cautious at mind at the mention of breaking. To get stronger was a noble and foolish aspiration, but one not very hard to become under physical aspect. It was mental and emotional strength that required excellent training. And they were to all be one another’s coaches. ”We can’t lose any of us. If one of us falls, it will be a blow to all of us. To lose.. isn’t part of the plan. We’ve lost more than we can all imagine, as it is.”
A fighting spirit. A screaming soul. Isn’t that what they all were? They were less than tools, and more than people. “You made it. And we’ll make it through again. All of us. We’ll follow Dante and each other to Hell and back if that’s what it takes, right? Separate we came, united we fall. We’re never going to have to be alone again.. Even if there’s only two standing in the end, that’s better than one. I just—.. I just don’t want to think of a world without all of you. Without him.”
██⊰⚔⊱██ Strong souls, warriors, screaming hearts, they were each of those things and more. A family, a family of those who were apart only to find comfort and happiness together again. Strength in numbers, help in the form of those who held them dear, and even to see them alive was another part of it he enjoyed. The greaves wish was something he promised himself, a goal that may be unobtainable for him and yet he desired to obtain his strength the right way for each of them; his own way to repay the family his own heart was humbled by and wished to be around. This is his home, where his heart shall forever belong, with them and only them out of all he knew.
Isn’t that with their master would be proud of, them being human like they never were in previous times? Hopefully, that’s what he wished for, to see him proud too as much as he liked the others to be proud of him. “Yeah… we’re all family, we push each other to keep going, to not give up even if it’s painful as hell sometimes to push through it; we have to try our best anyways to keep up, we go down then we’ll get back up as hard as it is.”
Delicious. The scent of copper and salt caught her nose, triggering predatory instincts that automatically drew her toward the what would be prey, until mercury orbs settled upon bloodied visage. Unsettled by the sight did she wander forward, hunger dissipating at the unknown injury, almost immediately replaced by concern. Porcelain extremities reached, gently tugging upon his sleeve trying to gain his attention, supple tiers moving with no sound parting, without her notepad and quill she couldn’t properly communicate.
❝May I help you?❞
██⊰⚔⊱██ His rustic hues were locked upon this strange, red dripping silently and without really a sign of stopping for the time being; she was concerned, eh? She reminded him a little of Ivory on terms of that, he didn’t seem to know what exactly she could do and yet he could tell she didn’t want to hurt him or so assumed thus far. “I’m alright, just… need to wait for my head to heal,” Which won’t be very surprising if it kicked in soon, he wasn’t normal or anywhere near human, “um… sorry if you were worried about someone as weird as I am.” Even without a vital star, he would be fine enough with a somewhat… slow recovery.
██⊰⚔⊱██ “…” Looked like the greaves had made his way back, this time sporting another wound. Red trailing down from his cranium and out the corner of his lips, whatever he did had to be a more… dangerous sort of experience. What happened? He won’t talk about it easily which made this a game of persistence if one wished to learn the answer.
Mugging? Mugging. Mugging was…Someone stealing something from another? Erm. Golden crown cants at the personified greaves, a stray strand falling over such a frail shoulder, ❝ N-No, I think Master would be proud of what you did! ❞ Reassurance flows steady like exhaled smoke from roseate lips, a small smile given as well. ❝ I just wished you were not harmed. ❞ Sleek digits rummage through the drawers before she finds the fragile star and offers it to him.
❝ Perhaps i-it is best to be m-more careful, yes? ❞
██⊰⚔⊱██ “Promise ya this then, Iv, I’ll be careful next time.” At least he did something their master would be glad for, one less group trying to rob the place or whatever it is that they have in mind for the shop. He figured if it meant that he would be proud, then he would be happy about it anyways which is the added plus. Pale digits taking the fragile star before crushing it, bruised cheek healed and better thankfully after that. “Thank you also!”
{ ♛ } —- Ah she had found him, finally! A child no longer missing, how nice. A smile on her lips as she placed hands on her hips and shifted her weight to look at the man.
❝You look as if you saw a ghost..❞
Echidna had missed you come to mommy.
██⊰⚔⊱██ Ghost? That wasn’t the half of it, he only saw the one person he held no desire to stand before him. A child in her eyes which he was not amongst her natural born, no, he isn’t Cerberus of whom was born of Echidna’s flesh. Gilgamesh felt as if it was all going to come crashing down all over again. “… what do you want?” The way he said that did nothing to hide his nervousness or the bite behind his tone either.
He’s not her boy, he never was apart of their family, as much as she claimed him the minute he was caught in her little trap.
he wished to utter but his manners is what restrains him. Weariness filled the cambion before his gaze fell upon the unknown being. A wintry azure gaze comfortably suited his stoic expression before an inquiry fell from his sallow lips.
“Are you lost, or merely wandering foolishly?”
██⊰⚔⊱██ He hadn’t been lost, wandering foolishly though? Last he checked, he hadn’t done anything involving the foolish part of his usual behavior; so it was more the greaves wandering about to keep himself from being a little too antsy. He didn’t feel like destroying his room again and being lectured over it, perhaps even causing an accident with his usual habits. “Not lost, um… don’t think I was going around foolishly.”
Not that he isn’t a fool, he could be a large one.
