Blue Eyed Devil
The room was dark and dank. The scent of mold was heavy in the air. His eyes slowly came open as the hiss of something hitting something else. When a light flared he knew it was the striking of a match. Several lanterns burned to life as the creature that was always bathed in shadows returned to continue his torture. It took his striking blue eyes a few moments to adjust to the new but dim light. The creature chuckled in a sickening manner. It reminded Vergil of Jester. This creature was entirely insane and got sick pleasure out of torturing his victims.
"It hurts doesn't it?" the voice hissed in his ear.
He could feel the creature's claws rake down his back. His cold façade was in place as he felt his own blood run down his back. With a calm that was entirely him he stared at the opposite wall to keep his mind focused until he saw an opening to attack, of course within the restriction of the bonds holding him in place. Who would have guessed that the mighty Vergil Sparda would have been captured so easily? He swore he'd never have a weakness but one had found him. When she was around there was this overwhelming urge to protect her and he couldn't explain it in the least. There was something about her that called to him. "It hurts that she was sent to kill you."
Vergil remained quiet. This bug wasn't worth his effort. The half-breed doubted very much that she would have been able to kill him and he didn't mean she was weak. She was very strong but her emotions would have gotten in the way. Some how, he couldn't understand how a creature like her could stand to feel anything in the way of emotions. Vergil fought the urge to wince as the creature dug his claws into his back. Pain wasn't a norm for him but he was strong enough to take it.
"She's such a pretty creature no wonder you were so easily captured."
Vergil rolled his eyes at this stupid creature. Did he actually think that he was so easily manipulated? He wanted to laugh at the thought of that a simple girl could lure him in by her looks and timid personality. Though could he justify why he was here, bound in chains and shirtless? Yamato was a short distance away in his sight. His pale skin had blood tracks all over them. Closing his eyes as the creature behind him began his nail torture all over again, he remembered.