Title: Crimson & Silver

Author: Yoshimara (slavetosuicide)

Rating: M

Pairing(s): DantexVincent

Warning(s): Crossover, AU, slight-OOC, angst, language, lemon, lime, yaoi, violence, gore

Disclaimer: Square Enix owns Final Fantasy VII and its affiliates. Capcom owns Devil May Cry and its affiliates. Yoshimara (slavetosuicide) owns the plot and all OCs (characters, places, etc)

Summary: Two worlds connected. Two men find one another, but know they cannot be together. Is this the work of a scientist gone mad or could it be devil's play?

A/N: This is a gift fic for an R/L friend of mine who has an obsession with both men. This is for her!

~*Prologue*~

Deep within the recesses of ones mind lay all thoughts and dreams of the soul. Be it not in words that it must speak, but mere colors of every shade. All of these hues dance intricately in an ancient choreographic style that has been part of every mind since the beginning of time. And it was these shades of color that birthed a common element in the human psyche: fear.

It is through these fears that people devised tales of blood-sucking creatures and other-worldly beings; claiming they were nothing but mindless drones of evil and their only agenda is to maim pure women and ravage innocent offspring. Oh, how the naive populous was misguided.

These stories had given life to ideas to the scientists of the present, like the concept of light bulbs to repel the demons. If a human dare claim to be what they do not understand, those who hide behind their beakers and test tubes fall upon their prey with sterilized scalpels and hidden intentions. No mortal ever once asked a single question for clarification without the needles and masks that many show contempt towards.

With the amount of sins one has committed, there is no room for explanation and theories; only agony and isolation are the remedies. In one's home of the shadows those whispers of the outside world dragged through the breeze in hissing jeers, reminders of the seclusion one was subjected to. The lies and deceit one must commit for survival is just as strong as the sword of bullet. They fight to be recognized by societies when in truth they are destined to walk in solitude.

But the blood that drips through these fingers coats the soul in a vibrant blanket, giving life to the subconscious colors that reside within. Fear, sorrow, guilt—so many emotions battling for dominance that the sexless purr spoke out of the darkness with an insane blood lust, demanding to be freed from the shackles that tether its existence to the mortal plane. Desiring the anguish one suffers, the dark taste of blood to quench its thirst. Ruin, havoc, mayhem, confusion, mutilation, devastation...

Chaos.

And yet, the creature lays in wait within the metal cage; watching and waiting as the world continues to rotate. With eyes closed to the reality, soreness resulted from needles and countless incisions to repay the wrong doings with suffering and tears no longer existing. Until the time arrives for forgiveness, the darkness has become the home away from home. Gaia, bestow a sign that one may interpret as redemption...

And repair this broken soul.

Vincent Valentine

A/N: So, if you haven't guessed, I'm back with yet another multi-chap! I know the prologue is kinda bleak and morbid, but that's Vincent for ya—especially since he's the one that wrote it. It's kinda like an over-voice thing they do in movies, ya know? Enjoy the rest of the actual story!