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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      Other
  Fandom:
      Devil_May_Cry, DmC:_Devil_May_Cry
  Relationship:
      Dante/Vergil_(Devil_May_Cry), Dante_(DmC)/Vergil_(Devil_May_Cry), Vergil/
      Mundus_(Devil_May_Cry)
  Character:
      Vergil_(Devil_May_Cry), Vergil_(DmC), Dante_(Devil_May_Cry), Dante_(DmC),
      Mundus_(Devil_May_Cry), Mundus_(DmC), Trish_(Devil_May_Cry)
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Angels_&_Demons, Siblings, Demons, sword_play,
      Warrior_-_Freeform, Pride, Anger, Love/Hate, Torture, Psychological
      Torture, Mind_Control, Slavery, Master/Servant, Murder, Child_Death,
      multiple_child_deaths
  Series:
      Part 4 of Open_Special_Requests, Part 3 of Tales_of_Devil_May_Cry
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-03-27 Updated: 2018-03-31 Chapters: 4/? Words: 5977
****** Pride of The Fallen ******
by 6_Binx_6
Summary
     Laughter bubbled up from Mundus's throat, menacing and demonic as his
     eyes glowed faintly red. Vergil gripped the hilt of Yamato a little
     tighter and narrowed his eyes.
     “Such a good boy. So patient. So skilled. I can tell Sparda taught
     you well. I'll reward you...for now.”
     Vergil didn't have time to react as the dark energy snapped out
     suddenly and hit him square in the chest. He couldn't fight it
     physically, but he felt his mind scream from the assault. He tried to
     get up from the floor as he had fallen backwards, but he wasn't able
     to move. It was as if his body wasn't his own and he struggled in
     vain as Mundus's soft heeled steps approached.
     Mundus looked down at Vergil and grinned a wickedly evil smile at
     him.
     “Welcome home, Vergil.”
Notes
     Requested by Limboolian:
     helooooo there:D i guess it is time for make a request:D
     soo if it is possible, can you please write a story about how Vergil
     has been captured and the torture he has endured ^^
     This is a very special request to me as I just finished with Part 2
     of the Tales of Devil May Cry, Mirror of Malice. I had to really dig
     deep on this one, re-read the first Part, Angles May Fall and remind
     myself how Devil May Cry 3 ended. I hope I did this justice for you
     Limboolian!
     Side Note: This is going to be multiple chapters, but will be a
     shorter fic.
***** The Fall *****
===============================================================================
Vergil watched as Dante's image disappeared as he fell. For some reason, the
look on Dante's face was a mix of sadness and regret. It was too late to have
such fateful sentiments towards one another. He was going to gain their
father's power and he would defeat Mundus. Or he would die trying.
However as he fell, Dante's face still seemed burned in the back of his mind.
Even as he fell into the darkness of Hell that awaited him. It wouldn't be the
last time he saw his younger brother, but he knew when they did meet again, it
would probably be one of their deaths.
So be it.
Someone had to claim their father's power. If not him, then who?
Vergil drifted for what felt like an eternity. The Fall was a long one, the
wind whipping by his ears loudly until the harsh sting of Brimstone assaulted
his nose and he saw the first whisper of light.
When he was a boy, he would often try to speak to his father about his birth
place—Hell. It was nearly impossible to gain any information about it—what it
looked like, what it smelled like, etc. On the rare occasion though, he could
be guided into speaking about it.
“The Fall. It's a reminder to us all, that we have fallen from 'grace'. Every
time we enter a Hell Gate, we encounter the Fall. It's terrifying, thrilling
and...ominous. The first light you see when you fall is not of the sun, for
there is no such thing there. But the fires in the Burned Lands where fire
demons gather. Their light is the only one you'll ever see there. Everything
else is cast in darkness.”
Vergil watched through slitted eyes as he found the source of the light in the
Burned Lands. With the fire rose large billows of smoke and ash that filtered
down from the sky below. The bright yellows and reds scorched the sky in a
brilliant orange that was almost sickly with the smoke.
“The next and possibly the last thing you see is thecastle. Mundus's castle—the
only structure builtin Hell. It looms over the surroundinglands like a watchful
eye on thedemonsit rules. There is no safe place to hide from it gaze. If Lord
Mundus calls, you must obey and come to the castle. Sometimes it's for errands,
and other times...it's for entertainment.”
Looking off to the other side, the castle was easy to spot. It's large, black
body faintly flickered with torch light as it stood high on a hill. It over
looked the entire area and Vergil knew without a doubt that by its massive size
alone, it could take decades to make his way through it to find Mundus.
But it didn't matter, he had time now. All the time in the world...
Time didn't exist in Hell. Or perhaps it was more appropriate to say that it
didn't work the same way in Hell that it did in he human world. His father had
hinted in their few talks about how Time had its own rules in Hell. What felt
like a thousand years could only be a second in the human world and vise-versa.
No one seemed to know why it worked like that, but his father had said that it
was on purpose when Hell was first created in order to gain the upper hand in
the first Angelic War.
Vergil continued his decent with no care where he might end up. It didn't
matter anyway. He was going to have to fight his way to the heart of the
castle, regardless if he landed in the nearby forest or at its front gate.
Something...dark...slipped around him. A presence. He couldn't see it, but he
felt it feel him, this dark energy. At first he thought nothing of it, but a
moment later it gripped his body so tight that every muscle contracted and the
wind was forced out of his lungs.
Vergil tried to fight it, tried to breathe, but it was no use. Whatever it was
sank its talons into him from the inside and yanked him towards the castle.
Unable to scream through the pain like he wanted, he felt his blood boil with
the need for oxygen. His vision narrowed, darkness closing in with the wind
whistling past his ears.
Between one heart beat and the next, Vergil slammed through the first stone
wall. His back took the brunt of it, but it didn't stop there. He tumbled as he
rolled onto the ground, stone and marble bits of dust covered his blue coat as
he was yanked yet again. This time he was pulled up through the floor above.
One...
Two...
Three floors...
And it didn't stop there. It seemed like forever until finally, his body
bloody, broken and dirty stopped moving. The dark energy released him and he
collapsed, coughing and gagging for much needed air. His desperate breathing
was interrupted by a chuckle of harsh laughter.
“Well, this is a surprise. I was wondering how long it would take one of
Sparda's bastard children to visit their father's homeland.”
Vergil manged, just barely, to hold back a horrible bloodied cough as he looked
up. Eyes slowly focusing on the man before him. Mundus sat on a large throne
made of stone, metal and bone... Both human and demon alike. Their jaw bones
twisted in agony, hollowed eyes staring back at Vergil as if they were judging
him.
It was a nice trick. But it was going to take more than  grand gestures and
horrific sights to rattle him. Nightmares didn't come easily to him anymore. He
often thought they never had.
Vergil forced himself to stand, ignoring the pain that raked his body and made
his head feel dizzy. He may have been half demon, but after Dante had cut his
abdomen with their father's sword...he was feeling worse than he had in a long
time. A moment later, Vergil stood straight with his shoulders square and
Yamato in his clenched hand.
The room was empty, not a demon in sight, only Mundus. His shoulder length dark
hair framed his masculine face as he smirked.
“I see you've brought what belongs to me.” Mundus motioned to the sword in his
hand and Vergil kept his face icy.
“This sword is mine.”
“I think not, Son of Sparda.” Something flashed in Mundus's eyes as he leaned
forward, one elbow still resting on the arm of his throne while the other arm
was slight pushing him towards Vergil.
Vergil didn't say anything and the two merely stared at each other. The tension
in the room was high, the silence weighted. One of them was going to strike
first and Vergil knew without a doubt that Mundus would make the first move.
But he just sat there.
Watching.
Waiting.
Laughter bubbled up from Mundus's throat, menacing and demonic as his eyes
glowed faintly red. Vergil gripped the hilt of Yamato a little tighter and
narrowed his eyes.
“Such a good boy. So patient. So skilled. I can tell Sparda taught you well.
I'll reward you...for now.”
Vergil didn't have time to react as the dark energy snapped out suddenly and
hit him square in the chest. He couldn't fight it physically, but he felt his
mind scream from the assault. He tried to get up from the floor as he had
fallen backwards, but he wasn't able to move. It was as if his body wasn't his
own and he struggled in vain as Mundus's soft heeled steps approached.
Mundus looked down at Vergil and grinned a wickedly evil smile at him.
“Welcome home, Vergil.”
 
***** Doe Eyed Girl *****
Chapter Notes
     This chapter got a lot darker than I meant it to. I had a really bad
     day and it came out in my writing. Fair warning - this chapter is
     about killing small children. >_< It's not exactly graphic per-se,
     but after re-reading it a few times... Let's just say that it would
     be exactly like Mundus (in my brain anyway) to break Vergil using
     something that he didn't even know he cared about.
     Also, Trish makes an appearance in this as she was well under
     Mundus's control during this time frame.
Vergil knew pain.
He knew all its variations and depths; its harsh reality and its emotional as
well as physical impact. But this...this wasn't pain.
It was torture.
“Again.” Mundus said once more, his voice bored as Trish – a demon who looked
strikingly like his mother – ran her slender fingers through her Master's hair.
Her full lips glistened as she smiled softly at Vergil. Her long blonde hair
cascaded down her slender shoulders and ended at her large chest. Both her and
Mundus laid in the large bed, naked and barely covered in a sheet.
He knew it wasn't his mother, he knew. But having been forced to watch Mundus
make love to her repeatedly had forever etched the image in his mind. He..did
love his mother. She was dead and gone now, but this demon...
Vergil growled lowly as his body shook from the dark energy forcing him to
stand once more and begin walking towards the large double doors of the
bedroom. He wasn't in control of his body anymore, but his mind was free to
scream and thrash – and it did. He thought at first watching Mundus have sex
with a demon who looked like his mother was just to make him disgusted.
Which was true...but it wasn't all of it. It was only the warm up.
What came next was...worse.
Vergil tried is best to ignore the bodies he passed as he made his way to the
doors. Blood coated the marble floor in a sticky bright red mess of horror that
made bile rise up in his mouth. Yet his horror did not show on his face. With
his body not in his control it was easy to let his body do the motions. However
painful it might have been.
Reaching the door, Vergil ignored the playful giggle Trish let out. His bloody
hand clasped the handle and pulled it open easily. The next sacrifice was
already waiting.
How long will this go on?  He wondered as the small human child with soft brown
hair and large doe eyes stared at him. She looked meek, her tears staining her
small cheeks. It was clear she had no idea how she came to be in this place or
what was going to happen to her. However, that moment was fleeting as her gaze
shifted passed Vergil and to the floor behind him. Her lip quivered and new
tears fell, her eyes growing pleading as she looked at his silent, stoic face.
Please...don't look at me like that. Vergil's mind cursed. He'd never been one
to really see children for what they were before. After all it had been a long
time since he had been one himself. But as he looked at this small little girl
before him, something in his chest tightened painfully. She
looked...innocent...
“P-please...” She barely whispered.
Vergil felt something bubble out of his mouth, but it wasn't anything coherent.
It was a deep low growl and the girl tensed.
“I said, 'again'.” Mundus's voice harsh as a rush of dark energy lashed out at
Vergil and the girl. Both of them visibly tensed and the girl's body shook as
she was forced to take a step into the room.
“Oh my Lord, she is so pretty.” Trish said softly, almost motherly as she
played with Mundus's hair.
Vergil shut the door and turned to follow the girl passed the other small
bodies of children that laid dead. He thought that he would grow numb to
slaughtering them as time went on, but he was wrong. It only got worse with
every single one.  Mundus would make them enter and then would release his hold
on them, forcing Vergil to catch them and kill them as they screamed and
struggled. The dark energy forcing him to get more violent each time.
The girl walked until she stood in the only clean spot on the floor directly in
front of the bed,  leaving a trail of bloody little foot prints behind.  Her
legs were shaking and her arms were wrapped around herself. Vergil tried to
steel himself to what he was about to do, trying desperately for the millionth
time to fight against the energy pushing at him.
It was no use.
Vergil stopped directly before the girl and drew Yamato, bringing it down to
his side. The sword's hilt was warm, almost hot, as if the slaughter of so many
innocent human children was igniting something inside it. He could almost feel
its own metallic energy humming as he brought the sword up.
The girl looked at him with her wide doe eyes, her bottom lip trembling as she
stared at him. Vergil felt himself pause as he looked at her. It was clear she
was able to move on her own accord now, her body tense but not the same as it
had been.
Why isn't she running?
The others had run. They had run, screamed, thrown things, cried, begged... But
not this girl. She just looked at him, no words spoken from her soft lips.
Mundus laughed loudly as the girl stood there, unmoving.
“Well, seems we have a spirited one here! Trish.” He motioned for Trish to get
off the bed and she obeyed, not caring that her body was fully naked as she
left the sheets of the bed. She sauntered over to Vergil, kissing his clenched
jaw line.
“My Lord, she seems so sweet. Might we keep her?” Trish asked seductively as
she walked around Vergil, trailing her hands over his back and around to his
front. His blue coat was a mess and would never be the same. Trish's hands
became bloodied as she let her finger tips trail over his lapels and under the
inside of his coat. If Vergil was able to move, he would have cut her head off.
As it was Yamato was shaking with the effort to do his will.
“No. Humans have no use but for entertainment. Vergil...” Mundus's words were
bitter cold and Vergil found himself staring at Trish's face. For one brief
moment, painful sorrow creased her features. As if his response hurt her
physically. She locked gazes with him and her eyes weren't the seductress he'd
seen. This was an entirely different person. One trapped by her position and
unable to stop the horrors she had to take part in.
Just like that it was over and Trish moved to his side, out of reach of Yamato.
She kneeled down to the trembling girl and caressed her face with her bloodied
hands. The girl sobbed softly, trying to turn her head away from her hands, but
still didn't run. With that, Trish moved completely out of the way and as soon
as she was clear of the girl Vergil felt the push of dark energy force his
hands and arms to move.
He cut down the small girl as tears streaked through the fresh blood on her
face. Vergil promised himself, deep inside to his core...
He would never, ever forget this girl...
He would avenge her...
The girl with the doe colored eyes...
 
***** Failure of a Half-Breed *****
Chapter Notes
     This chapter is a little shorter, sorry about that. The next one
     should be longer though.
Vergil was a bleeding lump of barely breathing flesh on the floor. The fight
with Dante at Fortuna Castle had been reminiscent and also...a failure. It had
been a long time since he had such a moment of clarity that he was able to
think clear thoughts. Mundus had taken his time breaking him – body and soul.
What little part of himself that wasn't broken, hidden away like a precious
gem, seem to wake up with the physical pain of approaching death.
I wish he would have killed me before I was pulled back...
The thought was a small one, a yearning for the pain and misery to end. If he
was to die, he would have preferred his brother be the one to cut him down. He
had grown into a strong warrior, even if Vergil still felt that his use of guns
was pathetic. It briefly occurred to him that he missed his brother. Just the
sound of his sarcastic, playful voice was enough to send his heart aching for
home.
Home...
Even now that he lay there dying, he wasn't sure he fully remembered what the
Human world was like. It was bright from what he could recall, and the outside
air didn't reek of brimstone and death. It was like a dream, lucid and unable
to fully control any aspect of it. It looked almost like heaven...if there was
such a place.
Vergil let his mind wander aimlessly as he spluttered blood from his mouth.
Mundus had pulled him back using a piece of something called the Divine metal
he'd laced around his mother's amulet. For some reason Mundus wasn't able to
remove it from his neck or Yamato from his hand. Even forcing Vergil to give it
to him had caused Mundus damage. A few times ending in flames and a small
explosion. It seemed that Vergil had to give it willingly, which he would never
do.
Where is my sword?  He briefly wondered. It wasn't in his hand as far as he
could tell. Maybe it had been left behind in the Human world? He was pretty
sure the sword had broken with Dante's last strike. If that was the case, there
was no way it would open up the Hell Gates now.
The thought of Mundus no longer having access to the sword made a harsh chuckle
escape him. He must have been delirious because the sudden amusement came from
nowhere. He'd been laying here a long time, pulled from The Fall and again
through the walls of the castle to lay where anyone could kill him.
And they would kill him. If not Mundus for failing in his mission, then
certainly another demon bent on proving himself. Despite his constant inner
battle to control his body and mind again, Vergil had somehow managed to move
up into a high ranking position. His skills were no match for his opponents. If
you could call slaughtering whoever Mundus tossed in front of his blade an
opponent.
A few more long moments and Vergil felt his body wake from passing out. He
didn't know how long he'd been out, but he knew it must have been a while. The
quick steps of someone coming closer made him fully alert, however he knew
better than to try and take a look at who was coming. He already knew anyway...
The dark energy lashed out viciously, causing Vergil to scream in agony as it
drove through his body like a spike.
“You pathetic, useless half-breed! You've cost me almost everything!”
Mundus's rage lashed out again and again, Vergil's body contorting and shaking
from the pain. His screams filled the large hall as Mundus circled him, energy
ripping his insides.
“I have no use for a weakling! Your brother is who should have come for his
father's power! Not you!”
Vergil screamed again as Mundus kicked his middle hard with a demon clawed
foot. He wasn't able to see clearly, but it was  obvious  Mundus was close to
loosing his control on his  facade. Regardless of the pain, Vergil felt himself
laugh as he coughed up more blood on the already blood covered floor.
“I think...you might...be right...” He said breathlessly. He sneered up at
Mundus's inhuman face as he growled lowly.
“I will get what I want. One way or another. Luckily for you..” Mundus grinned
evilly as he kneeled down to grab Vergil by his throat, making him gag.
“I have another plan for you now, my little half-breed...”
 
***** Glimpse of the Future *****
Chapter Notes
     Alrighty, for those about to read this chapter there are parts of
     this that refer back to Angles May Fall. So if you haven't read it
     yet and are a little lost towards the end, please check out the first
     part of Tales of Devil May Cry.
     I wrote this chapter because the fans of that fic truly loved it. I
     hope you enjoy Limboolian, as this idea was inspired by you.
Sounds of screaming startled Vergil awake. The room was completely black with
no light to aid his eyes in search of the screaming he'd heard. He was covered
in sweat, his white hair hung in his eyes to tickle his lashes relentlessly. It
took him a moment to discover his wrists were tied above his head and he was
swinging dangerously back and forth, unable to touch the ground. He was also
fully naked...a disturbing thought in the darkness.
The sounds of screaming continued on as he tried to move his exhausted limbs,
but it was no use. Either he was too physically weak, or he'd been hanging in
this position for a long time. Either way, he wasn't strong enough to grab hold
of the chain binding his wrists to attempt an escape. But really, he was in
Hell...where could he have gone? Without his sword he'd be unable to pass
through one of the Hell Gates to the Human world.
The screaming became manic and fever pitched, the sound echoing off the walls
in a cascade of horror that grated on his ears. He couldn't tell which
direction it was coming from, but he suspected that it was near by. Perhaps
below him...? It was hard to distinguish if the screams were female or male, as
it was clear whoever was making the noise had lost all sense of self.
Regardless of Vergil attempting to be calm, he found his heart beat increase
and a stir of panic set in. Emotions were definitely the enemy in this place.
The sudden knowledge that he physically felt the panic made him pause. He must
have been out of his mind for it took him far too long to realize he had
complete control over his body and mind. The knowledge slowly crept in and
suddenly the drive to get free became doubled. He wanted out. He still wanted
his father's power, but he'd severe underestimated Mundus and his reign in
Hell.
The screaming cut off, the silence deafening for a few moments before it was
followed by a wet gurgle. Whoever had been screaming had just met their end.
Vergil listened intently, trying to calm his anxiety that was creeping out of
nowhere. He heard nothing though and several long, dark minutes passed before
he focused his attention back on the chain holding him. It was obvious that it
would have to be bolted to something, but he wasn't sure how far down the drop
was. It could simply be an illusion to make him panic, but the more he thought
about it, the more he felt that if he did manage to drop it would most likely
be his end.
Vergil braced himself and worked his hands around so he could at last grip the
chain. He grunted with effort as he tried to get his over stretched, exhausted
arms to pull his weight. Muscles screamed in agony and he tried kicking his
feet to help with the pulling up motion. All he ended up doing though was swing
back and forth, twisting around a few times as the chain squeaked with the
strain. He tried again, pushing the feeling of impending doom down as far as it
could go until he managed to get both hands on the chain. It was a victory,
albeit a small one.
“S-s-somone...is-s-s...s-s-swinging...” Said a high pitched voice from behind
him. It raised the hairs on the back of his neck and startled him into almost
letting go of all the progress he had made. Gritting his teeth with the strain
on his hands, Vergil quickly looked around in the darkness. Its not like he
would see who was behind him anyway, but sometimes one had to look regardless
of sight.
The voice spoke no more as Vergil focused on his task at hand. He couldn't stop
the feeling that he was bait on a string, waiting for the end to come for him.
If he sat and did nothing, he'd be giving up. It'd be a cold day in Hell before
that happened. Vergil let out another pain filled groan as he slowly started
inching his hands up the chain. It was unnerving in this much darkness. His
slow progress had him believing that whoever had spoken to him was still
watching. Quite possibly amused at his pitiful attempt at freedom.
“S-s-son of S-s-sparda...” The voice spoke again, taking a deep breath and
letting out a pleasured sigh. Vergil felt his skin prickle as the air shifted,
something large moving around him. He said nothing, there wasn't really a point
to speaking. It was clear that whatever it was knew exactly where he was and
could kill him at anytime. Keeping his hands moving something lashed out and
struck him hard in the chest, causing him to lose his grip and fall, only to be
yanked to a stop by the chain. He let out a yell of pain as the chain bruised
and dug into his wrists with unforgiving force.
“Tch...tch...tch...” The voice clicked its tongue and Vergil winced when a
scaly, sharp tentacle caressed his bare chest and neck.
“You may not leave this-s-s place... But if you wis-s-sh, I'll s-s-show you
your...future...” It chuckled softly in his ear, shifting his hair as it did.
Vergil tried to pull away, but it was no use. The tentacle tightened around his
neck making him choke for a few panicked moments until it finally let go.
“I have no interest in your games. If you're going to kill me, do it now.”
Vergil spat the moment he was able to gain his voice back. The shifting
darkness paused and he felt it loom closer to him, sniffing the air around him
like a dog.
“Games-s-s...No...games-s-s. And no death... Lord Mundus-s-s...has-s-
s commanded me to drain you of your Will.” The high pitch of its voice grew
softer as if in contemplation and silence stretched out. Vergil knew better
than to think the thing was gone, but he couldn't stay hanging like this for
much longer. He needed to move and escape, or at least try.
“Then get to it.” Vergil sneered, egging on the creature a hairs breath away
from his face. It chuckled softly and Vergil felt another tentacle wrap around
his legs. Their touch felt light acid and Vergil started to trash as more of
them wrapped around his body until he could barely breath through their coils.
“Firs-s-st a tes-s-st... Your future...decides-s-s your fate...”
With teeth clenched, Vergil held back the string of curses he wanted to scream,
but only barely. Bright yellow eyes like candle light appeared in the darkness
and came steadily closer, to stop just before him. He tried to control his
panicked breathing, but after being under Mundus's control for so long it was
as if his body couldn't contain its once icy control on itself.
The eyes danced back and forth, moving back and then coming forward once more.
Vergil tried not to focus on them, but with the darkness it was impossible to
look anywhere else. Before long, Vergil felt his body grow limp. His desperate
fight to keep his wits about him left and he fell into a steady gaze at the
yellow eyes.
“S-s-sleep...” The voice whispered.
===============================================================================
Dante gritted his teeth slightly as they made their way up the stairs and down
the hall to the girls room, 613.
Nero was trying to keep the look on his face blank, but it was obvious from the
stench that someone or something had vomited in the hallway. Upon reaching the
door, Vergil stood silent as Dante reach over to turn the bloodied knob with
his gloved hand. The demonic energy was dissipating, and he had no idea what
they were going to be facing on the other side of the door.
Vergil blinked in rapid motions as the vision of his brother and a younger man
named Nero flashed before his eyes. It was as if he was watching a movie
version of himself move about and interact with people, places and things he
had no memory of. His field of vision shifted once more to a young woman,
covered in blood and her angelic wings limp at her sides...
===============================================================================
Vergil felt himself move without really focusing on the why of it. Taking off
his long blue coat with silver stitching, he reached out to the girl. His hard
hands tucked the cloth around her bloody naked form and the next moment he
lifted her up into his arms. Her large blue eyes stared at Nero's surprised
face and Dante's shocked one.
"Bro...?" Dante said curiously as Nero blinked, clearly unsure what to say
since he'd made such an unusual show of compassion. From the corner of his eye
he could see the girls' confused expression as he shifted his arms slightly, in
order to allow for her wings to settle more comfortably. It seemed to comfort
her and her eyes half closed with exhausting.
"I'm not cleaning up that mess." He said in a clipped tone as he made his way
past Nero and Dante. He opened the door smoothly with one of his hands,
pressing the girl harder against him for a moment before walking her into his
room and shutting the door with a solid click.
===============================================================================
The scene shifted again and Vergil felt a wave of nausea as the next images
began to fill his field of vision.
Vergil stumbled backwards taken by surprise as his face was met with soft,
warm, sugary pancakes. The girl had used such force that the plate broke
instantly, leaving sharp pieces of plate littering the floor and causing the
plate in his hand to meet the same fate.
He was going to kill her.
He didn't care if they had agreed to look after her and keep her safe.
Vergil felt pieces of pancake slip off his face and land in a soft plop on the
floor of his room. Warm butter and sticky syrup covered his face and dripped
down his chin and onto his shirt. Opening his eyes, he glared at the mute.
Sudden bright, happy laughter that was loud and full bodied met his ears. She
was half doubled over and laughing at him. Her eyes squeezed shut as she
laughed, a piece of silver white hair that had fallen out of her braid hanging
down to frame her sharp features. Her cheeks were a soft pink and if he wasn't
so pissed off, he'd have thought it was beautiful...
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Vergil felt his heart give a painful thud as the next images came.
The air shifted slightly, it was an old building and there was probably a draft
somewhere. Vergil kept his eyes closed, trying to savor the cool, shift of air
on his sweaty skin and the calm he had finally found.
Vergil snapped his eyes open as the feel of soft, warm feminine hands trailed
down his shoulders, his back and finally down his sides. It took him a moment
to keep his face blank, recognizing the smell of her shampoo instantly. Slowly,
he turned his head to look over his shoulder as the girl looked up at him with
damp hair and bright blue eyes.
"I'm sorry." Her voice was soft and held a sweetness that he had unfortunately
come to...
"I didn't mean to startle you." She continued, interrupting his thoughts.
Vergil gripped the handle of Yamato a little harder as he stepped away from her
silently. The calm he'd worked for was suddenly shattered by a wash of emotion
and mixed thoughts.
For instance...
He wanted her to touch him more...
Yet, he wanted to touch her...
And at the same time, he wanted her to get the hell away from him.
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Vergil screamed as his chest tightened again, it felt like he was dying. The
high pitched voice giggled softly, never letting the images stop...
"You two are fucking unbelievable..." Cursed Lady as she openly glared at
Vergil and Nero. Both looking bruised, bloody and worse for wear than after a
normal battle. After 61—Mercy, did whatever it was she did, Nero and her fell
to the ground. It didn't take long for Vergil to attack Nero as he stood
clutching his head. The fight lasted a lot longer than anyone thought it would.
Both half demons almost equally matched in fighting skill...much to Dante's
verbal amusement.
"Yeah," said Dante as he flipped the page on his Silver & Lead weekly gun
magazine. He paid no attention as a Lady shot him a wicked look before turning
back to Vergil and Nero, who were at present sitting on opposite ends of the
couch. Lady and Kyrie had taken Mercy up stairs to Vergil's room, since he
insisted; while a Lady choose to get the facts and add in an ass chewing for
good measure.
"You two selfish assholes need to get a grip and start talking. I got the gist
of it while you two were screaming at each other. By the way, I hope you are
happy about her bleeding the whole damn time with that sword stuck in her rib
cage." Lady said sarcastically as she crossed her arms.
Vergil sneered as Nero refused to look at anyone and gave his own version of
non-caring.
"Yeah," Dante said again as he flipped another page on his magazine. All three
looked at him with varying degrees of annoyance. Dante grinned as he noticed
them looking at him and tossed his magazine down on the desk before standing.
"Aw come on Lady, they were just working out their father/son issues in the
only way we know how." He said as Nero clicked his tongue, a mirror image of
Vergil's behavior.
"And you," Lady said as she turned to face Dante full on, "Why the hell were
you laughing?"
Dante gave her a flabbergasted look, "Whaaat? I wasn't laughing... I had
something in my throat."
Vergil snorted as Nero rolled his eyes, both of them still silent and content
to let Lady yell at Dante.
"You. Were. Laughing."
Dante put his hands up surrender and smiled, "It's not my fault when you think
about it. I mean Nero couldn't stop Vergil from punching him in the face with
his own fist. I mean really? Who does that? And besides," he grinned as he
walked over and plopped down between Vergil and Nero, "We finally got the
answer to why Nero could wield Yamato. And why Mr. Freeze was acting like a
bigger ass than normal to our sweet new live-in."
Both Nero and Vergil growled as Dante threw his arms around the two and pulled
them into a hug, with him sandwiched between, "Father and son reunited! And
I've got a sister in law that can kick demon ass better than her man!"
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“Stop! STOP!” Vergil yelled, his mind unable to process on the information as
he struggled against the constrictions on his body and mind he was just
starting to feel. With every passing moment of scenes he could feel himself
loosing the battle to stay whole. The high pitched voice laughed for a moment
and then cut off. The yellow eyes filled his vision again and he felt his chest
rise and fall rapidly, feeling like he wasn't getting enough air.
“Ohhh...this-s-s is-s-s good...The Trophy...The Warrior...Mmmm.” The creature
hummed thoughtfully to itself, paying no attention to Vergil or his trials.
“You...Vergil... S-s-son of S-s-sparda... You will s-s-set in motion... our s-
s-salvation... For now, your Will must be hidden...but s-s-soon... S-s-soon you
will be... whole...”
Vergil screamed in agony as pain shot through his body and seemed to bleed his
organs. His body shook as his voice reached the same agonizing fever pitch he'd
first awoken too. He had no room to ponder the creatures words. He didn't know
when he stopped screaming, or even if he did. But it wasn't long before he
stood before Mundus again.
“My Lord.” He said, voice void of any and all emotion. Mundus ran his eyes over
his naked body before looking at his dull, lifeless eyes. A smirk played on his
lips and Vergil felt nothing as Mundus rose from his throne of bones and metal.
“Come.”
 
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