Chapter 1: Curiosity Kissed the Devil
"Well, I can't exactly call them misguided but soon they shall know this devil's power, a power greater than they ever imagined, the power of a Son of Sparda." The words were lost on a sleeping City as Vergil strolled through the moonlit streets of Fortuna, head bowed beneath his shawl and reflecting on his experience amongst the Demon Worshiping people. His time here had been oddly entertaining, having had no idea how seriously the people of Fortuna took their questionable choice of religion, that said, he had certainly gained something of value from the adventure but did expect to find far more detailed information on his Father and the Force Edge considering the theory that Sparda was essentially ruled this City. It had been a disappointing realisation that he had come to yet another dead end in his pursuit of power and the realisation that he had failed once more to find any information of use was beyond frustrating to him, yet he knew he must push on regardless if he was to ever succeed.
The half-demon had unknowingly slowed to a halt, losing himself in a tense train of thought until a strange array of sounds coming from the distance caused him to look up, he listened for a second debating whether or not to investigate the sound but ultimately his curiosity got the better of him and he found himself following the noises down an alley until he reached an endless looking street lined with white, ornate buildings. Stopping just as he stepped onto the cobblestones, he listened for a moment, again wondering if he should bother with the matter before sighing and making his way down closer to where the noise grew louder. Just as he turned a bend in the street, he was forced to make a quick sidestep to avoid being smacked by a trash can that came flying towards his head, crashing into the building behind him.
Vergil raised an eyebrow and glanced around the bend, observing a group of six or seven of the odd scarecrow demons he had encountered throughout City leaping and shambling around what appeared to be a woman. Not interested in getting involved, he kept himself hidden to the shadows, only moving closer until he could see the woman more clearly and observe the violent dance unfolding before him. She was clearly an experienced hunter; fast, agile and clearly in control of the situation, easily evading the creatures' attacks and toying with them as they surrounded her as if it was some sort of childish game, it was almost impressive for a human. Vergil was still, oddly fascinated with her graceful movements as the young woman gracefully dodged each of the demons' lunging attacks and, knocking the low-level creatures flying in all directions with a few well-placed kicks. It didn't take much longer before she was clearly starting to get bored, jumping back away from the now sluggishly moving rags to reach behind her back and pull a large black handgun free of her waistband, raising the weapon to effortlessly finish off the demons one by one with impressively precise shots until only two remained.
If someone were to ask why he did what he did next, Vergil couldn't them give an answer because the truth was, he didn't really know himself. The girl clearly had the whole thing in hand but that didn't stop him from pulling Yamato free of its sheath and unleashing a few deliberate slashes that tore through the air and splitting the remaining demons in two, surprisingly the woman didn't even flinch when the demons exploded into dust before her. Vergil tilted his head curiously at her still composure as he sheathed his katana, cautiously keeping his hand on the hilt when the sound of his sword silently clicking into place echoed through the air. After another moment of tense silence, Vergil watch the woman slowly spin around to finally face him. He couldn't see much of her expression from the shadows but did catch the way her head tilted at him curiously and the silhouette of her arm raising to train her gun in his direction. Interested at what action the woman would take he stepped out of the shadows, staring down at the girl and almost daring her to make a move but she didn't do anything, just continued to stare him down in the darkness.
After letting a short time pass, boredom had begun to creep in and dim his curiosity, it was clear she wasn't going to do anything interesting, so he ignored her and turned back to continue his journey out of the City. He was halfway back into the alley that had lead him to the girl when he a rattling sound from above stopped him in his tracks and something dropped down in front of him from a balcony, instinctively his hand reached for Yamato but let go when he recognised the woman now pressing her gun against his forehead beneath the cloth of his hood.
"My, aren't you a quick little thing." He drawled, eyes scanning up and down the young woman he had been studying from afar not mere moments ago, finally able to see her clearly. She was an odd looking creature in comparison to what he had experienced with the City's other residents, the other women he had witnessed around Fortuna thus far all seemed to wear the same type of bland, practical dresses and white hoods to hide their faces and he had just assumed that the City was bound to more traditional conventions. The woman currently smirking is his face on the other hand completely shattered that assumption by wearing tight, dark blue jeans, black leather boots and a blood red halter top. Staring at her bare midriff, Vergil found himself pushing down an odd urge to reach out and test the smooth looking skin was cold and forced his eyes back up to her face. Her hair was loose, reaching all the way down her back, long and wild with gentle curls and waves dancing around each other untamed and even though it was dark, Vergil could still make out the golden shine reflecting off her dark blonde hair in the moonlight, a striking contrast to her dark brown eyes and pale skin.
"My, aren't we the modest hero, disappearing into the night, demonic sword by his side. Who are you?" The mocking tone and feeling of her gun pressing harder into his skin, irritated Vergil as did the smug expression on her face, clearly, she had an attitude problem as well.
"Who I am is of no concern to the likes of you, girl." He almost snarled when she merely laughed at undertone of menace in his voice but instead reached up to grab the barrel of the black metal digging into his skill and pull it free. The girl petulantly resisted at first with a surprising amount of strength but relented with a snort when he put more force into his grip, quickly pulling the weapon away from him and tucking it back into the waistband of her pants.
"A wise choice." The girl just smirked at him and crossed her arms bellow her chest, intentionally, as far as he was concerned, pushing her breasts up. Vergil scoffed at the lame attempt of distraction and brushed his way past her to continue his journey, he managed about a step or two before he felt something grab the back of his shawl and an unexpected level of strength tugged the brown fabric from his body, annoyingly ruffling his hair in the process. Taking a moment to stop and run a hand through his silver locks and not quite believing what had just occurred, he glanced over over his shoulder at the girl who was now standing, grinning at him arrogantly with one hand on her hip and the other holding her prize.
"What? You had it coming! Being all rude lurking in the shadows, killing MY demons and not answering my questions. Sorry pretty boy but I don't like not getting my way so until you answer me, you're not going anywhere~" Her tone had changed from mocking to annoyingly sing song by the end of her little speech, practically inviting him to use Yamato to cut her to ribbons.
"Oh? And what makes you think that a pathetic, weak human like you can stop me from leaving?" Vergil smoothly turned back towards the woman when she started to chuckle darkly and barely registered the mischievous glint in her eye before he had to swiftly move out the path of a bullet following closely behind the shawl she tossed at his face. Knocking the fabric away with a snarl, Vergil drew Yamato and raised it to attack, but she was gone. Narrowed blue eyes scanned across the alley in front of him carefully, paying close attention to the shadows and listening for any hint of movement only to be once again taken off guard when an amused whisper of 'What are you looking for?' Came from behind. Vergil whirled around, narrowly avoiding a kick flying at his head and caught the woman's leg mid-air with his free arm, using her own momentum to toss her against a wall.
He took great satisfaction in the dull thud of her body hitting the brick wall and the metallic clatter of her gun landing on the ground and, not wanting to take any chances with the surprisingly capable human, Vergil quickly capitalised on her momentary disorientation by pinning her against the wall with Yamato pressed against her throat. He half expected her to kick out at him or struggle against the blade of the katana but in a completely baffling move the girl just grinned at him, slowly sliding her arms up the wall behind her in surrender.
"What are you smiling at? Do you have any idea who you are dealing with, I am Vergil, Son of Sparda and I will not stand for such insolence from the likes of you." Vergil accompanied his growl with a slight press of his blade against her neck but almost jumped in surprise when his captive suddenly burst out laughing in his face. Frustration welled inside him and he added more pressure to his sword until a thin red line started to appear on her skin, killing her laughter with a wince.
"Sorry, I can't help it, I just get all giddy when I win." Vergil blinked at her in confusion.
"Are you serious? You're pinned to a wall, unarmed and with my sword against your throat. The only thing you have won, is death." Her smile changed from smug to amused as she dropped a warm hand to curl around the wrist of the hand holding his Katana.
"Well I did tell you that you weren't leaving this alley until I got my answer, didn't I? You answered my question, ergo, I win. Good thing too as I would never have guessed you were a child of Sparda, but I suppose given your devilish good looks and weapon choice… it should have been obvious." The casual tone grated on his nerves as did her presumptuous arrogance.
"And what would you know of Sparda?" She had the nerve to smirk in the face of his anger, as if he was no threat to her, as if he was just a simple amusement which only severed to piss him off further.
"Enough." Vergil snarled and adjusted his grip on his weapon, making his intentions clear.
"If you didn't talk now then you'll never talk again." He watched her eyes flick between the blade in his hand and his ice blue eyes briefly in what he assumed was an attempt to gauge the validity of the threat. Obviously seeing something resembling honesty in his eyes she decided to bite back another smart-ass remark in favour of real answer.
"Well… I know the sword at my throat more than confirms your claim that you are a Son of Sparda. After all, the Legendary Dark Knight wouldn't entrust the Yamato, a key between the human and demon worlds, with just anyone, would he?" Vergil fought to keep his surprised concealed, throughout his travels he had found no reference by word or writing to his sword or what it was made for and in his lifetime he hadn't known of any human bar his mother to have such knowledge either so the fact that this girl could not only name the blade but knew of its purpose, startled him more than he liked to admit.
"How do you know all this?" Vergil leaned in close until their noses almost touched, blue eyes narrowed threateningly at nonplussed brown ones. Not feeling the slight bit intimidated the woman copied his action and leant forward into him closing the gap further and willingly pressing her own neck harder into Yamato until a thin trail of blood welled up on the blades edge. Taking aback by the action Vergil almost pulled the sword away for fear of ending her life before he had an answer, but he was in no way backing down until he got what wanted so instead narrowed his eyes in warning until she pulled back.
"I'm… familiar with the Order of the Sword's commander, the Order have much more thorough information on their great and powerful Saviour than any other living soul and would you believe the commander has a terrible habit of leaving such important documents lying around his locked and guarded private office." Vergil smirked at her clear implication and realising she could prove useful to his needs, removed the blade from her throat, taking a slight pleasure in the way she hissed in pain as the blade left her skin followed by a thin trail of blood.
"How careless of him. I imagine you must spend quite a bit of time borrowing his reading material." Vergil leaned in close as he sheathed Yamato, pressing her firmly against the wall with his body so she couldn't escape and instantly regretted the action when the woman leaned up into him in response until their noses practically touched with a mischievous smile.
"Well it would be a waste of my talents not to." She was so close to him now that her lips brushed his with every word and Vergil had to fight the feeling of a foreign shiver travelling up his spine at the sensation. Unnerved by the tight feeling forming in his lower belly, Vergil pushed himself away and turning his back to the knowing smirk on the woman's face, instead focusing on the newfound knowledge that this Order of The Sword could prove to be of use after all. Having regained his composure, Vergil threw a glance over his shoulder at the girl who was running a finger across thin cut on her neck with a plan forming in his mind.
"Can you and your talents retrieve these documents discretely and bring them to me?" Vergil asked and her movements stilled as she looked upon him with a curious expression.
"Why, of course I can... but why would you be needing such documentation? If you truly are the Son of Sparda then you should already know the contents." Vergil turned back towards the woman with a threating hand on Yamato, his patience with the situation starting to grow thinner and thinner by the second.
"That is none of your concern. Can you retrieve the documents or not?" Not impressed with his display, the smug look she seemed to favour slowly overtook her curious expression and replied with a nod.
"If you can meet my price, I'll get you what you want."
"Name it." Money was of no consequence to him, the potential this information had was invaluable to him and he would do whatever it took to gain it.
"Very well. Let's see, what do I want… Ah! I got it! How about you kiss me?" Vergil felt the air around him grow heavy and shook his head, not quite believing he had heard her correctly.
"You can't be serious." It wasn't a question, it was a fact as far as he was concerned, she and her highly amused grin were simply mocking him again.
"Deadly serious. No kiss, no classified documents." Vergil felt his stomach drop at her words.
"You could ask anything of me, why this?" She shrugged at him, sauntering forward until they were a foot apart.
"Because it made you squirm that you wanted to mere moments ago." Vergil, insulted at the accusation, narrowed his eyes and took the final step forward into her personal space, tilting his head down towards her slightly.
"Your delusional. No. I will pay you $1000, that's my only offer." The girl scoffed in the face of his counteroffer and took him off guard by pressing her body up against his, raising herself up to his height to whisper against his lips.
"I don't want your money, that's too easy. I want you to work for it and show me just how badly you want that information." Vergil swallowed, that same hot feeling as before settling in his stomach at the blonde's proximity but still wasn't backing down.
"No." Despite the thick feeling developing in his throat at the feeling of her lips a breath away from him, Vergil still somehow manged to keep voice steady. The woman sighed against his lips in disappointment, drawing back from him completely turning to leave.
"Shame. Have a nice night." A moment of panic came over him as he watched her strut away and unconsciously his hand reached out to grab her arm, pulling her back towards him.
"Fine. You have a deal." She didn't seem surprised at his gritted-out agreement, but she was annoyingly smug. Removing his grip on her arm, Vergil stepped back with a deep breath and resigned himself to his fate. All things considered, it was a rather low cost for what he could potentially get in return, after all, it was only a kiss and he'd had far more intimate acts with a woman before so surely, he could handle a mere locking of lips for a few moments.
"Well… I am impressed, Vergil. Very well, I get my kiss right here and now, and I'll go and pilfer those documents for you tonight." Despite his internal pep talk and adamant revulsion to the situation, Vergil still felt his stomach tighten in an odd way at the way she said his name but nodded in agreement nonetheless, trying not to bristle and pull away when she stepped back up to slide her hands up his chest and around his neck. He felt her fingers tangle in his hair at the base of his skull and let himself relax slightly at the feeling of her gently stroking and petting the white strands as she rose up on her toes to meet him.
Not wanting to be the first one to initiate anything, Vergil let her be the first one to brush her lips against his and tried to ignore the pleasant shock that ran through his body at the felling. He let her repeat the motion another two times and then mirrored the movement himself, closing his eyes and pressing his lips against hers in a tentative kiss. Her lips were soft and pliant beneath his own and not altogether unpleasant, so he deepened the kiss a touch which she seemed to approve of kissing him back just as deeply and drawing a reluctant grown from his lips. The longer they kissed, the deeper and more passionate it became, and Vergil hated to admit to himself that he found himself enjoying the feeling of her lips moving against his.
It had been some time he'd last spent some time in the company of a woman but truth be told had never experienced a kiss quite like this before and he couldn't quite stop himself from groaning happily and grabbing her hips to pull her flush against him when he felt her tongue dart across his lower lip. Vergil parted his lips on the next pass of her tongue, sliding his own out to meet hers and the second he tasted her, it was like a switch flipped his head and all of a sudden the two of them were completely lost in the other, battling each other for dominance over the heated kiss.
No longer thinking clearly and using the grip he had on her hips, Vergil backed her up against the alley wall again, barely letting up from the impassioned kiss and instead introducing some bites and nips into the equation, this time it was her that groaned and the pleasure he felt at the sound was maddening. Vergil was completely lost in the taste and feeling of her mouth beneath his own to the point he failed to care at the way her hands started to slide down from his neck, to his chest and heading for his pants his pants, he was too focused on the movement of his own hands sliding along the surprisingly warm, soft skin of her waist. It wasn't until her wandering hand made a grab for the bulge forming in his pants that he snapped back to reality and pulled himself away from her. The girl beneath him let out a little whimper in disappointment that almost had him leaning back in, but he fought the urge, putting some distance between them and shamefully fighting for his composure.
"You've had your payment, now hold up your end of the bargain." He refused to acknowledge the breathless, husky tone in his voice as he spoke and forced his eyes to look away from the way she was looking at him, licking her lips with an enticing, sexy smirk.
"As you wish." She nodded and pushed herself from the wall, slinking towards Vergil until she was almost flush against him again before crouching down to pick up the gun he had knocked from her grasp during the early stages of their encounter. Looking down at her blonde head, Vergil couldn't quite fight the way his eyes twitched when she paused at his crotch, looking up at him with lust darkened eyes and another lick of her lips. Half-demon he may be, but he was still a man and had the same desires most men had at his age, so he gave himself a small pass for his reaction to such a sight.
"How long will it take? I don't want to stand here all night; I have better things to do." He once more pulled his mind back to the task at hand, gritting his teeth from how close she stood when she straightened back up on her feet. The girl laughed softly and reached into her front pocket, pulling out a card and handing it to him, it was a business card advertising a demon hunting services on one side and her name and address printed on the other, it wasn't until he saw the intricate lettering on the card that he realised he hadn't known her name until now.
"Senna…Hn. Strange name." He huffed sarcastically.
"Look who's talking, Vergil." When he shot a glare in her direction, Senna just shrugged at him with an amused huff.
"What? It's true."
"What am I to do with this?" Vergil ignore her childish response and instead, raised the card in his hand to eye level.
"That's my address, Dumbass. You can head to my apartment and wait there for now, there's a key on the ledge above the door. I should only be an hour or so, depending on the security around headquarters." Vergil nodded and turned away from her to retrieve the shawl that had been carelessly tossed on the ground.
"Don't touch my fridge, lift the toilet seat before use and stay out my bedroom, other than that do as you please." Once his shawl was in place, the half-demon turned to respond to the childish comment, but Senna was already gone, he glanced around and above at the balconies but couldn't see her. She was very stealthy, that instilled a bit of confidence in him that she may truly be able to help him get him what he wanted.
"Hn. Pity she's human." Vergil mused, wrapping his shawl back around his person and making his way in the direction of her apartment to wait for her to return with the information he needed.
