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 will not get jumped.” She sounded so sure of herself as she said so. “I can find things to throw at them if we do. I am.. Not afraid of hurting a mortal.” It was the killing she couldn’t do. She could push somebody to the very brink of death, but she could never murder them. It was her sense that too many people died because of her already. It had been a close call today with him playing hero, and honestly, she was more grateful for it than he probably thought.
”Alright. When we get home.. Well, when I get you home, you rest, take a bath, whatever it is you need. You can even have some of my drinks if you want.” She couldn’t even remember when she had done this much in one night. Hell, she couldn’t remember ever doing this. She considered it a repayment, for he had been looking out for her at this time. So, what was wrong with a little bit of opposite day for a few days?
She could fight. She had amazing precision, particularly with knives. While she preferred to fight only out of self defense means, if she had to do it for something else, she would. She was not scared for her life, but for so for his and his safety. She would make sure he returned home, even if she didn’t.
“Do not worry too much about me, please.” She would up telling him as they headed down the back streets. Thank god it wasn’t crowded at night, for it would’ve been stares for miles if this had happened during the daytime. She knew how curiosity worked, and they were bound to get questions if they went out like this during the daytime.
█⊰⚔⊱██ “Didn’t mean just people…” He was referring to anything wanting a quick meal ticket for one thing, hopefully it would go on without a hitch. He needed to rest after that and it might be a bad idea for him to keep pushing himself with the risks that were before them; he’s not in the best of shape to swap forms if it came down to it or rather stay in it for too long knowing his current state. Regardless, he needed to keep on his toes for a good reason.
It won’t take too long to reach back home, it’s night time and there isn’t much going on thankfully. If this were broad daylight there would be questions, too many of them over what happened and why he’s the only hurt and that included hospitals being brought into the picture with the cops. That wouldn’t help, his master wouldn’t be happy either if he were to show up like this all on TV if the news got wind of it too. Not what he wanted to deal with, not now or ever with what it could bring as is.
So he limped, followed even if his body was hating him for going against the wishes and desires it held for rest at this point. He needed to go, so why would he just sit there? He couldn’t, even if things were getting blurry again. Shit, come on, he’s not that far from home at this point since the street looked familiar enough. He can’t pass out with a concussion whether he’s a pair of greaves or not. Keep awake, keep awake, that’s all he needed to do before he fell off into dreamland against his own wishes.
Almost home free, if he can hold out for a little longer and get his mind to hold together long enough. He didn’t need somebody there worrying to… er… worrying a shit ton about him if he did go lights out. “Got my reasons to, shit, you had to be forced to watch that…” Why wouldn’t he worry? She had a front row seat and he sure as hell would bet that there was a chance she would’ve gone off on them if he really was going to get himself killed.
— “… I was going to tell you once I figured out how. I never expected it to come out like this.” She was being extremely careful with her choice of words, and even more careful upon wrapping her arm around his shoulders, going to let him lean his weight onto her. She was rather thin, but she was strong enough.
Sighing softly, she had gone silent for a few moments. It wasn’t what he had just told her, no, it was just a habit she had made out of spending long hours processing things. “… That’s alright.” When she finally spoke, her voice had gone almost from calm to near perfect soft. Hell, it even sounded motherly.
She didn’t give two shits if he was a weapon or not. He was alive, and that was all she really had to be grateful for. Of course, she’d probably smack him once he was fully healed, but she never dared once think about thoughts along the lines of what they had just done to him. A smack and a little bit of annoyed yelling would do. She didn’t want too much violence, after all, and he was alive. He was with her, breathing, living, even though he was bloodied and battered.
“… Would it be easier for you if I carried you, instead?” She asked him, actually sounding concerned. It would be safe to assume they’d gotten to his legs, though she didn’t want his pride to get hurt too much. Some men did tend to get their egos shattered once a girl was required to help them.
█⊰⚔⊱██ “Guessin’ you’re not too shocked, huh? I’m not gonna be wreckin’ shit like this though, if we get jumped, I’ll need to swap.” By anything not human, if it meant that she didn’t have to just kill and leave him off to himself. It’s for back up of course, something that might be unsurprising. He might come out hurting more from it, but, it’s his choice upon leaning carefully into her for the time being. The greaves will be fine, he just needed the chance to recover off this, before he winded up getting a little too much in trouble with his luck.
Huh? Her tone was the confusing part of it, she was treating him like that he guessed? It worked, not that he can complain while going over in mind what to do for the consequences of his actions. Probably going to have to do a lot to get Dante to not wring his neck, shit, he had to pick better times to do this in the first place. Truth be told though? He half expected her to just want to wring his neck also, which she can do and more being death yeah, but he’s not exactly caring much.
So he’ll avoid bringing it up at this point for her also, best not to go on about it after one life or death situation. He’ll ask whenever they were in the clear, rather not press too deep knowing she might not like that or for him to go on about it. All because he wasn’t wanting to go that far, Rebby would kill him as is for ruining a chance at getting to know someone more in the first place. Well, or at the very least get her number out of curiosity to what he may have missed out on. Wait, why is he thinking of that now? He really shouldn’t be upon hearing her question.
He’s not stupid or stubborn enough to try going around like this, but he might be okay just going like this for now. “I got hit on one leg at least, if it keeps bein’ a problem, then go ahead an’ carry me. I’ll try a bit to see if it’s hurt too much for me to put weight on it like this.” He isn’t exactly the type with an ego or pride much, that might be why he was agreeing to it if his leg slowed them down too much. It’s simply him wanting to see if it’s hurt too badly for him to go on.
— It was clear to tell that she was irritated, though it wasn’t at him. In fact, he had been the only person keeping her from massacring everybody that was in the premises. It was more so the man who called them monsters. Being called a monster was an insult, but knowing it was true only caused even more pain. Though she had never killed more than demons, it hurt to be called the thing she strove to stay away from becoming.
“… Thanks.” She said quietly, bowing her head. “… You didn’t have to do that, you know.” She didn’t deserve it, in her opinion. He had been beaten, shattered, and bloodied just to save her life, yet, in her eyes, her life was only a small set of mere circumstances. His life was more valuable, for he could die at any given time and she’d once again be left alone, being forced to live on with memories to daunt and tease her in the dead of the night.
“Let me… Help you,” she murmured quietly as she felt herself become loose in her bonds, enough for her to slip through. “I’m not exactly an expert, in fact, this is part of the way of the exact opposite of my job, but.. I should be able to make you last with what I have until we get home. Don’t try to argue with me, either, because it’s not going to work.” Hell, she’d pick him if she needed to.
Oh, she’d see to it he got better. Even if that meant she wasn’t allowed to let him out of her sights or earshot. He had wanted to look after her, and, rather ironically, this event had turned the other way around, and for sure as hell, she wasn’t going to let anybody hurt him until he was fully healed. She didn’t care who the hell it was, she’d put up a nasty fight before letting anybody harm him further. He couldn’t afford it, anyways, considering the beating he just took.
█⊰⚔⊱██ “… when were y'gonna tell me?” The whole being the Death thing that is, given he hadn’t expected to discover that was being kept from him. Well, he did assume she was human so it’s not like he can blame her since he kept his own secret from her. He’s not human either, quite the opposite given he can recover from this easily with a few days of rest. Maybe a bit later, but that would be a wait and see sort of thing as much as he would need to give a full explanation on why he came in this banged up. Hopefully without dealing with two angry claymores, a crying gun, and an irritated master from this. Well, him and probably someone else yet he just shrugged that one off for now. He’ll find out later he guessed.
Then came the fact he owed her something too, she’d need to know he isn’t human either, wouldn’t she? Yeah, she’d need to know that he isn’t a human being, a normal one at least considering his true state is anything but that. “I’m actually a pair of friggin’ greaves, suppose t'be used in close combat, only got so hurt ‘cuz I didn’t want 'em to get that far ahead.” His thick skin can’t help him all the time, although he wouldn’t be surprised if they had aching body parts come wake up time.
For whatever reason she had to hide it, he won’t bring it up, she has reasons so why should he? He thought that it was for the best to go with it, as much as he wanted to argue and say he can walk himself. He can’t really, he’s hurt far too badly and the chances of him keeping up were slim without help. The tables had turned on him indeed, he was suppose to be keeping her company not getting himself killed so easily.
It’s not like he can disagree, she’ll get her chance to kill him later if that’s what she wants to do as payback for his choice of heroics. How stupid that was for him to go so far as to be like one. The greaves were going to be fortunate if he didn’t get mauled by his loved ones or worse knowing he’s pushed it this time; especially if his master were to be angry. “Alright, alright… not gonna argue.”
— Seeing him being beaten, kicked, and punched to death wasn’t the problem. It was the problem of her losing him, of her not going to be able to tell him. She wouldn’t see him again after he died. She wished she wasn’t immortal, that she was being beaten up right besides him. Then, they’d both be able to die together.
Eventually, she would break. She would burst into tears, the mental mauling she was giving herself too little of a method to hold herself back from doing so anymore.
She only continued to watch, knowing their patience was beginning to wear thin. Never once did she stop struggling to break free of the bonds that held her in place. She kicked, yelled in Celtic, and even called one of them an insult in the same language. It wasn’t like they could understand her, so it was fair game.
Yet, as they hit him with a wood plank, something inside of her snapped in half. If she didn’t shout, or do something to divert away attention from him, he was going to die. She wasn’t going to let him. A pain in her chest hit her, and she yelled the first thing that came onto her mind.
“Just fucking stop already! I am Death!”
█⊰⚔⊱██ Seemed that caused a pause in their little attempt on the greaves, the greaves of course didn’t bother to take that the wrong way. She’s… Death? He didn’t expect that of her and honestly he felt like he’s going to be suffering through another concussion by his current situation. Too many blows to his poor skull, vision blurred, and he’s not quite getting on his feet as easily as he would have liked. Shit, this hurt… he felt like he’s going to need a bathtub full of ice or a few drinks knowing his luck. Nice as it would be to take a vital star, they aren’t exactly a miracle solution when the damage is this bad. If he survived this, his family is going to skin him alive for going as far as to put himself this much at risk. For someone that’s Death of all things, him being the one to come out of this hurt when his pain filled breathes became a little noticeable.
She probably would kill him too, he went so far only to wind up getting himself killed almost. Fuck, he really needed to start picking his battles better than just sitting around and doing whatever sort of reckless thought came to mind. This is going to give people a heart attack if they found out he got himself this beaten down over a girl.
Shit, now would be a good time to stop them, even as he noticed one was starting to make their way towards her. Okay, now she came clean, he had to also with a flash of red hitting where he was knelt down at. Someone went flying with a scream, the guy with the plank this time hitting the floor before he hit his partner hard enough to knock the wind out of him. Two down, one to go he guessed.
The last one standing, seemed to have picked then to wise up and run, calling them monsters and it only served to make him frown. It’s stupid, they weren’t monsters for being what they are in his mind, they were just different. If anything these guys were the monsters, the way they treated them and everything is enough to make him sick to his stomach before he limped toward her.
His ass kicking can wait until he recovered or so he thought of it, she’d get her chance with the rest of his family whenever they damn well wish it after he recovered. That’s all that he can truthfully go with knowing they would be worried sick too.
She watched him getting tortured, kicking, yelling in some ancient language, which sounded like Celtic. No matter what she did, she couldn't break free. She supposed she could if she allowed herself to lose /completely/ control, but that would result in a massacre. She wouldn't cry, though. She wouldn't show them she would. The torturers even debated about putting a needle into her to calm her down.
█⊰⚔⊱██ No matter what happened, he stayed quiet, every hit only made him not do much of anything as that copper tinge of blood hit the air. He’s not even moving to do a thing, or at first he didn’t upon deciding on one thing to do. Held down, the greaves was just certain he could always try one method upon feeling a knee to his jaw. Yes, this is hurting like hell and yes he half expected they were going to go as far as they could to attempt extinguishing his life. It did nothing, no, not as he was down and beginning to rise again. They weren’t happy to see him getting up, to watch as he moved with only the oddest of smiles appearing across his tiers. Another hit, wood against the back of his head when he fell forward, down again and kneeling before them.
The greaves still wouldn’t keep down, as hard as it was to get back up and this time he won’t stop for her sake. They’d do the same to her, torture her after he was done and leave them both for dead. Yet, he didn’t feel like it was all bad, getting himself killed defending someone until his steel heart began to ache. It hurt, because there’s so much he’s going to leave behind if he kept just letting them beat him into a bloody pulp.
All of this for a girl, a girl he felt deserved more than just what hell she was given and needed to keep going on with or without him.
Pity, he’s going to die trying to play a hero when he found himself another time, hitting the blood soaked pavement and at this point he knew that they had to be growing tired of his resistance. His resistance to just giving up, continuously trying further and further to stand up no matter how many times they kicked him, punched, broke things on him, went as far as to do more than that even, he won’t stop.
All from being a hero, nobody said that heroes didn’t have tragic endings regardless of their wishes and desires.
█⊰⚔⊱██ Leave? Hell no, he isn’t about to leave whenever he was going to keep his word and stick around. Not while she’s like this, the greaves isn’t stupid as he may seem occasionally upon only bringing himself to wander closer. Unnaturally serious this time, the scent of demon blood is one thing and the human is another which only served to make him sick to his stomach that the damn thing found it necessary to go as far as to use bait. Oh no, this isn’t going to fly by his standards to leave her.
If anything this is only going to make him stay there against her wishes, so he may as well make himself useful in some form.
For a brief moment he left, only to come back carrying in hand a couple of trash bags to his displeasure. He would’ve called the family of the dead one, but that wouldn’t go as far as to do anything given the blame would fall on them as a whole for being all too late. The most they can do is give one a burial and destroy the carcass of the other before the stench attracted more for feeding time.
How unusual that he’s doing this for someone he met only recently, but it is his desire to go as far as to do whatever necessary to lend a hand. He’s killed before, all of them have and he hardly seemed surprised to find out a demon had hand in it as is. “Clean up.” Is all he would say, kneeling down next to the fresh human kill to put the body in first.
— “I usually order Chinese or sushi. It’s fast, easy, and cheap. It’s also not that much of a trip.” Though she did order pizza too, but most of the things that had lined her refrigerator were either alcoholic or sweet to the taste. She had a certain fondness of sweets, particularly foods that tasted like red velvet. She also had a thing for Mississippi Blood Cake, which was red velvet cake covered in white frosting and covered in either cherry sauce, or some other red topping to resemble blood. “I am a heavy drinker, too.” She said. She was particularly fond of vodka and wine, with wine being the winner of the two. She loved to drink, and even if had no effects on her to make her happy, she still did it. She loved the taste, especially that of cherry wine or cherry vodka. She could settle for just about anything alcoholic, but by god, she wouldn’t smoke for her life. She didn’t know what it was, she just did not care for smoking or smokers in general. Maybe it was because most of them acted creepy. She didn’t know.
█⊰⚔⊱██ “Master usually orders pizza when needed, otherwise, he drinks whiskey or whatever he feels like.” At least he won’t lie about this, but there is a few issues that came of raiding the fridge when he has craving for alcohol. “Uh… don’t touch his alcohol.” Good thing he made mention to that, letting her get thrown out over that mistake might not help too much with the whole… keeping an eye on her part. Letting her out alone with her being a magnet would cause problems and it’s something he would lend a hand with, simple as that. That and they aren’t quite smokers either, not unless when his sister was being fired counted which he doubted is the same. It’s nice enough to not need to be around those bar settings when they can just relax there, save for when dates came up for the others or something else did which he’s also comfortable with. He just figured it to be normal for it, much as he isn’t the type to really have a date much less anything going on for him besides training. It’s all fine by him; sure it might be a good thing he’s make a friend, but he isn’t too sure about her just yet. “That aside, you’ll be alright here.”
— “In this case, I thank you. My name is Lilith.” She seemed to have gotten a bit more comfortable, or, at least, comfortable enough for her to speak as though as if she were in her own home. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Gil.” She had a nickname of her own, Lili, though she rarely gave anybody the permission to use it. “I am sorry for any trouble this may cause you.” Which included her tendency to attract unwanted demons. Shojo were a case of ghosts, and they were rare in themselves, but demons, like the one she burned to death with her house, were attracted to her because of what she smelled like to them. They seemed to know her scent better than most, as it would appear, and the next thing to rival them would be angels, which usually went about their business as long as she was not doing wrong to humans. However, while her mind was on that, she also probably should warn him she was prone to accidents in the kitchen. “One thing, however- I can not cook.” It was actually common sense not to trust her with a microwave, because she always forgot to not put metal in it.
█⊰⚔⊱██ “Nah, don’t worry about causin’ trouble for us, Lil.” He’ll take it down with his bare fists as always just as he would if this was work, it’s what he’s expected to do as a weapon in any case. His master didn’t just have him and his friends/family members there for fun after all. He’s here to fight, to keep humanity going for longer no matter how hard it may same to fight for them. They needed to fight, nobody else would do it and they each had their reasons for pushing onward; he was the only one doing so to get stronger though. The greaves wished to, all because he held no wish to not have another of them break; even if the cost may be him as the one who unfortunately does if he keeps going about it so recklessly. As for kitchen accidents, he didn’t quite seem to mind that much. Yeah, he’s alright with it given it wasn’t exactly touched typically save for when their master needed alcohol, that and he’s prone to making food runs when he can afford it in his own case. “I think it’s a good thing we usually just get what we can for food then.” This place would have burned to the ground otherwise if some of them got in there.
— “.. You’re going to.. do that?” Her tone changed from the rather dull, stoic one to one that sounded surprised, and she looked to him for a minute. She considered it kindness, or pity. Maybe it was both. She didn’t know, for humans were very confusing in terms of feelings and expressing their strong emotions. He was the first person, in a really long while, to actually tell her that he was going to stay by her for a while. Sure, she was a stranger, but she didn’t mean any harm unless provoked, and she had a high tolerance for irritations and little annoyances. It was very unlikely they were going to have major problems with her, though she could not guarantee a argument- free stay, but she hoped to never bring a fight into it. “… I am perfectly fine with sharing a bed with you.” She didn’t want him to be uncomfortable, either. While she hadn’t done much, she had slept in the same bed with a man before, for an entire year. She was used to it, to say the least, and she wouldn’t mind. It was his room, after all, and partially his house. “As long as you are alright with sharing a bed with me.”
█⊰⚔⊱██ “Yeah, of course.” He would, human nature or not, he really was confusing to people with how he would behave at times. She’s already going to be staying there unless his master says otherwise, so that’s all fine by him. He’ll keep her company, besides, his best friend would be proud of him as is for going as far as to keep her safe out here with the risks that she made mention to. Wait, he would owe him the details later too even. That of course would wait until later knowing for now that isn’t his focus, he’s more focused on figuring out more about this girl. “I’m fine with it then, but, um… what’s your name anyways?” He’d need to give his name too, he realized as much considering it’s only courteous to do so. “Oh! Um, mine is Gilgamesh also, call me Gil if you want.” He would have added Gilly, but that is reserved for one person anyways out of his family. The other thing being, he would need to keep in mind to mention this to his master later without bringing up the topless part. Oh no, he’d rather him not think he tried pulling some sort of wild tale or started have weird dreams lately.
— ”I am afraid I can not say the same for myself.” For she had never exactly had a family. To those who knew the smell of death and decay well enough to distinguish it from the cover up scent she used of french vanilla, she was shunned. To those she yearned to get attached to, she never could, as she had found out long before she had come into this boy’s house. She had always been alone in the end. Yet, she wasn’t as hateful of humans as the other Death entities. She pitied them, something which she hated herself for. She didn’t like retaining the humane feelings of love, pity, and sorrow not one bit. “No, you take the bed. I am fine. I can sleep anywhere, as long as it’s not bare, hardwood or tiled floor.” Bare floor hurt, after all, but if there were blankets and pillows, she’d be fine. If anything, she could make a makeshift bed out of those, if she was given the time and enough blankets and pillows to do so.
█⊰⚔⊱██ “Then I’ll keep y'company!” How foolish, then again he won’t exactly age as humans do considering his own inhumanity. He’s fine with going as far to keep someone company, Death or not, plus it was something he felt would be needed. She’s lonely enough, so he’ll go as far as to say he’s going to stick around her so that she isn’t. Besides, it couldn’t hurt too much hopefully; the others had their own stuff to do so he’s doing what he thought best for someone in need. He didn’t pity humans in his own case, he thought they were about like demons on terms of there being good ones and bad ones. It’s more that he considers them as being odd as much as he’s getting use to being in human flesh of sorts. Oh well, he’ll think more on that later anyways. “No, really, it’s fine by me. I thought you might want it to yourself is what I offered for, at least since you might be uncomfortable otherwise about sharing a bed with me.”
