Her eyes opened steadilly... listening quietly to all the intelligence of earth as it grew to a whisper inside her ears. The demonic apparitions stood there, gathered around her body in silence. Somehow she understood her role, and abruptly raised herself into a sitting position.
"My lady," the demon in charge of the others bowed in respect, "We have awaited your awakening with great joy."
Her longing eyes were fiery and filled with ripening hate. Her voice was thin and sharp, surprising the Demonic Presence assembled within that place in which she rested, "I am It's bride."
The lowly imps looked from one face to another and then all agreed in a hideous chorus of hissed replies.
"Then it is time for me to be leaving," she took the arm of the head imp and stood. "How long has he been waiting for me?"
"His whole life," the head imp answered, his tusks drenched in hellish slime.
"I shan't keep him waiting any longer," her smile brightened, and they walked off into the dirty air of hell.
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Vergil turned to the small demon that had quickly come into his bed chambers, waiting expectantly.
"She has awoken, my lord," the demon bowed, whisking it's fox-like tail around it's head.
He smiled in delight, for the first time since he had been a child, "Where is she?"
"She is headed to her chambers, to be dressed," the demon answered hastilly, "Is there anything else your lordship would require I tell?"
Vergil dismissed it with a flick of his wrist, and sat down at his large, wooden desk, grinning.
The beginning of the end was nearing.