Disclaimer: I do not own Devil May Cry. It is the possession of Capcom. I also do not own the character Flame. She is the property of Flame O'Riley, Beautiful Fighters inc., and Realms. They should all be thankful we don't own them XD
A/N: Before DMC1, and just after DMC3. Also, if anything hints at yaoi it wasn't meant to. Although I enjoy reading it, writing it is another story .
Storyline: This story is about Vergil after he loses to Mundus. It's set only a few hours after he fell down the big cliff thingy in DMC3, and about half a year before Dante goes to Mallet. Vergil might have finally found love in his cold life, but will he be able to hold onto it? Help it grow? Or will he forget to water it, leave it out in the sun to long, until it's nothing but dust. (although anyone that has played DMC1 knows whats going to happen basically...) And finally, will Vergil come to terms with his feelings (NON-YAOI) for his brother and family? All this and more in Sweet feelings! D
Vergil stood in the Victorian room, trapped inside like a rodent in a cage. Even though he had the entire of Mallet Island to roam, he would rather be inside his room than interact with the lower demons around him. He was furious that he lost the Mundus. And even more furious that he had been toyed with during the battle. Then to add even more insult, Mundus attempted to molest him. Taunting him while he was nearly broken on the floor. Even saying his father gave into him.
"Such a handsome face. You look just like your father. I wonder if you taste like him..." Mundus's words and ears still rang inside his ears painfully. His touches still making his skin crawl, ready to leap off and cleanse in acid.
"That sick bastard. How dare he say such things about my father!" Vergil growled to himself and punched the wall. The water stained wallpaper tore as he broke through to the foundation. It quickly reversed the damage, only making him more frustrated. The only thing that brought him any sort of comfort was his father's old clothes. He dressed in them to show the respect he had for his memory. He stared out the window of the double doors that separated him from the 'animals' that were roaming in the garden. Rain beat down softly on the clear glass, barely making a patter. The rain made the lower glass demon's skin burn, bringing a small grin to his face. He sighed and pressed his cheek against the cold glass. It felt warm against his cold skin. He closed his eyes with another sigh, then opened them a frowned. He caught a glimpse of his reflection again. He pushed himself away from the doors and walked towards the bed.
"What have I become? I'm even worse off than where I started." he said to himself as he turned back to the window. His face was pale like ash, lightened only by the blue tinted lines that ran down his face. Like cracks that were all over the walls of the castle. But his eyes were what angered him the most. They glowed a bright, almost violet color. He used to see part of his soul when he would occasionally look in a mirror. But now all he saw was emptiness. "I may be a full demon now, but at what cost?" he growled quietly to himself. "I'm weaker, I'm trapped, I'm a fool!" he yelled throwing a chair at a large full length mirror next to the door.
"Why do you have me here!? Do you want me to stare at myself all day until I'm nothing but hate? Well too late! There was nothing else before I came here!" he yelled at the ceiling. Not joy, happiness, pleasure, and certainly not love. He never really felt anything. If he did, he began to suppress it. The finally step was when he came here, to the underworld. He pushed his brother away, along with everything else. If Mundus was trying to drive him insane, he was succeeding. He turned into his new demon form, Nelo Angelo, and started throwing around the furniture. He had to break something permanently before he started tearing himself apart.
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"Come on now, don't you wanna let me go?" a female purred softly to the demon general Phantom. All of his eyes watched her as she trailed her fingertips softly against his stone body. The feather like touch made the lava holding him together rush to his head, and other limbs. She batted her eyes softly once or twice, before moving back to his face. "I'm sure there is something I could do to...persuade you to let me go?" a smirk formed across her ruby red lips. She cocked her hip to the side, and placed her hand on it. She slowly let it slide down the slick black leather of her miniskirt, stopping at her thigh.
"Bah! Pathetic woman, do you really think I am stupid enough to fall for your tricks?" Phantom laughed, ignoring the stiffening of his lower appendage. "I've been around long enough, and had enough women to know all your tricks!" he huffed a bit of lava in her face as he laughed more. She grunted softly and turned her head to the side. Her long black hair swayed and stuck to her a face. She was beginning to sweat from the heat of the lava. And nothing else. It was true she was tricking him, because she wouldn't be caught dead underneath him willingly. But she had to act, even if it meant having to touch him again.
"I promise I'm not lying." she whispered softly as she unzipped her worn leather jacket. Beneath it revealed a tight button up crimson shirt. Buttons almost bursting as they barely covered her cleavage. "How about you show me your general form. I promise I'll be good...or naughty. Which ever you like best." she said licking her lips slowly. She despised spiders, and demon spiders even more. At least if he looked a little more human she would be able to keep her act up a little longer.
Phantom chuckled and took a few steps back. The lava started to drain from his body, and his stone casing formed into a much smaller figure. Soon he was in his full human form. Or as human as he could get. He still had those eight lifeless doll eyes that stretched up to his bald head. The only hair on it was a thin red ponytail in the middle, along with two small horns at the front. Two pairs of arms came from his torso, draped in a dark red velvet fabric. His clothes were medieval knight like, with stone like shoulder padding.
"Be a good little girl and go to the bed." he said walking towards her. He grabbed her chin roughly and turned her head to the side. "Take everything but your under garments off on the way." he whispered into her ear. She nodded and started to pull away from his grasp when he licked her cheek. It took all of her willpower to keep from throwing up on the floor. He grinned and chuckled as he let her go.
"Put up a fight too when I get there. Adds more warmth, and I like to play rough." he teased her as she walked to the bed, and he began to remove his clothing.
Her face twitched as she dug into her jacket, pretending to pull it off. When she heard the first piece of clothing hit the floor, she whipped around a pulled out a .45 handgun. She squeezed of the entire clip before picking up her sword that she dropped earlier. The dazed demon general tried to compose himself and attack, but her sword was faster than him. The blade whistled softly as it tore through his flesh, and his left arms fell to the floor. Lava poured from his body and he fall down on one knee.
"I have a much better idea." she forced her words out, anger floating on every letter. "How about..." she sliced off his other arms, having him scream in agony. "You turn back into your spider form..." she sliced off the leg he was kneeling on and made him fall to the floor. "And stick your tail up your ass!" she growled and sliced his head off, sending it flying across the room.
"By the time you regenerate, I'll be long gone." she spit on the melting body and stepped on it on her way out. "If you know what's good for ya, you'll stay in hell." she halfway zipped her jacket back up and left the room. "Let's see who else wants to play." she smirked and holstered her sword at her side.