Oneshots

[The crazy demon]

So i made a thread where people can post their "oneshot" works.

Please do it on the following manner .

To avoid certain moment please specify if you want concrit or no.

Author:
Tittle:
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If you have have a picture about it please don`t be shy and post it.

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Author: The Crazy Demon
Tittle: A Moment of Peace.
Famdom: DMC 3

Dante had his legs located on his desk as naturally it was for him, comtemplating the box of pizza laying in front of him, right there on his table, his tounge began salivating when he saw the cheese covering the perfectly toasted pizza, his heart beating quicker when he saw the pepperoni covering said cheese.

"I dont care about Lady and my tab, today i am going to Heaven". He though as he took one slice of pizza and walked towards his freezer, before opening the door he eated the slice of pizza, in two bites the pizza had suffered a quick end.

He prepared for the big moment, pressing his fingers againt his hands.

He layed his hand on the door, and opened it.

And there it was.

The perfect Strawberry Sundae, covered by one strawberry right on the top, washed by a tasty cream that Dante always loved, he tooked it with both of his hands, carefully holding it, worring about the perfection of the sundae, he walked slowly towards his table, he placed his Holy Grial on it, and tooked the spoon that he had washed and wiped several times just for this moment.

He sitted and comtemplated the icecream, the perfection that has caused much pain, on his tounge, feelings and most important......his wallet.

He tooked a part of the sundae with his spoon, it was one thing that he liked that his father had left, made on the XV century and used by the previus Lord Of Fortuna, not a detail that anyone would like to hear.

The beat of his heart raced, he started sweating, he moved the spoon to his libs and opened his mouth, he placed the sppon on his tounge and swallowed.

He could die in peace finally.

He repeated the process and right when he was going to take another piece of the Holy cream, a shot was heared.

Piercing right though the cope of cream and slowing the bullet, making it hit Dante chess and fall to his lap, he taked it to examinated it.


He just by looking at it he knew the model, amount of gun powder, shooter, and weapom, he was already well know in this bullets.

They have been on his chess, legs, teeth and face.

Dante removed the bullet of his gaze, and felt something cold fall on his lap this time.

His heart sank as a rock when he saw what it was, the perfection the only gift god had given to him the sundae.

He looked at the woman now in front of him a smile on her face, he knew by she came here.

Yet Dante came to just one resolution.

"Hey i was just getting to the best part". He said angry.

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And there it ends my first DMC history

I would like concrit if possible.

 

[Dante's Stalker]

XDDDDDD
Poor Dante! Hehehehe, this was a good one, TCD ^_^

Here's one of mine:

Author: Clairavance
Title: A Sweet Revenge
Fandom: The Forbidden Game
Picture:

Spoiler

That's me having the happies in the background, btw.
Notes: I'd like some constructive crit on this. My English vocab has failed me today and I don't know if I used the right words in certain cases.
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The shift from Jenny's stubborn refusal to yield to the shadows, to finally internally admitting defeat to him, happened at the same time he had a change of heart. It was amusing that the group of battered teenagers hadn't the intelligence to reflect on what had just happened. Jenny, at least, he would have expected to recognize the dire situation she was now in.

But like her friends, she was riding the blissful train of ignorance. Walking down the street, bathed in the tainted hues of sunrise, Jenny still had the grace and beauty he'd longed to capture. He was tired of playing games with her. He'd made it quite clear in the lighthouse. No tricks, no games, no fun. He knew Jenny crossed the line the moment she released her grandfather's soul, and those of the thugs. They were his rewards, just as they were trophies for every other shadow being in his realm. They all had a rightful claim over Jenny and her friends. A life for a life; an eye for an eye.

Timeless laws wouldn't change just because Jenny was Jenny.

He had to herd together his elders the moment the souls were freed, to bargain. Not for Jenny's life, or for the safety of her friends – but for more time. He wanted to savour their terror just a little longer, drink in Jenny's fiery determination one last time.

Of course, he didn't put up a fight when his elders followed him to the lighthouse to claim their prize. He knew better than that. What made him furious was the indignity of having them attempt to take Jenny right in front of him. His pride is what pushed him to act. There was nothing more to it. He gave Jenny and her friends a head-start in a new game with his elders. They wouldn't know until they were tucked in their beds that night, when the shadows would come out to play. But his elders understood his deed. A small token in return for not disgracing his pride. Shadow men loved to chase, it was part of the thrill of the game.

He reflected on his small victory as he watched the teenagers huddle together. They were no longer pawns to play with; they were simply prey yet to be claimed. When that became his reality, his perception on Jenny changed. His 'feelings' toward her altered. For her one trivial victory throughout the games, he wanted compensation for his gamesmanship. He had a reputation to uphold. Jenny tricked him by lowering to his level of play, by deceiving him with an oath that was meant to be irrevocable. Today he rose to her level and tricked her in return, by pretending to die so that she may live. Good versus evil.

The fact that Jenny had put the ring on delighted him. He would be her every thought. She would mourn him. She would blame herself. She would take the guilt of his sacrifice as her burden. She would hurt as badly as he had when she tricked him. A sweet revenge.

It was clear they all bought into it. "Do you ever wonder, you know... what if?" Michael asked.

The rest of the question was unspoken, and the glowering looks the others sent the rumpled boy was answer enough. What if... his name was carved back into the rune stave?

It was a joke to Julian. The question and the boy; a great big joke. The thought that it wasn't real never crossed their minds. Jenny tried to convince him that good eventually triumphed over evil. By the end of the week, Julian's elders would have shown her how dead wrong she was.

Perfectly sculpted pale lips curled into a sensuous smile, and the young man disappeared into the shadows. Humans were vain. Even Jenny with her heart of gold. She wasn't the only one Julian had stalked for years, and she certainly wouldn't be the last he would play for to win.

Another day, another game... another prize.