Authors note: So this came to me in a dream, I was playing Devil may cry 3 (special edition.) and well I went to sleep and had a dream that Vergil met a woman who was exactly like him and well I thought I might as well try and make a story out of it. Hope you guys enjoy!
Searing pain rippled up Vergil's side making him groan a little in pain. He pressed his hand to the wound in a bid to stop it from hurting, he felt his fingers grow wet with blood; but it still did not stop the wound from stinging, burning and causing him great discomfort. He opened his eyes to see he was no longer outside in the barren wastelands of hell; but instead was in a warm room resting in a rather large four poster bed. He sat up slowly and felt more pain spread through out his left side, the sheets moved and ruffled a little as he moved spooling to one side. He scanned his surroundings and was confused at how he had managed to get here. The room was made of grey stone and on the walls hung shields and art, the four poster beds curtains were a dark blue and the sheets black and silk like in texture. He raised an eyebrow before staring at the roaring fire that was to his right, Yamato was in a chair next to the bed as was his shirt coat and boots. He looked down to his wound to see it had been bandaged; but it was still stained crimson and seeping. The sound of the heavy wooden door made him look up."I see your awake Vergil Son of Sparda." A voice echoed around the near empty room, Vergil reached for Yamato before groaning again in pain as his wound stretched. His eyes not leaving the door, as he groaned a figure hurried in through the door and he raised an eyebrow. A female a little younger than him was stood in the entrance to the door, her long purple hair hung down her front at her left and stopped half way down her breast. Wearing a black corset and black jodhpurs with matching knee high boots, she looked like she had been out hunting. Her most striking features were her eyes, they were a darker shade of Vergil's but contained a similar piercing stare.
"Who are you, Why am I here and how do you know me? Answer quick girl." Vergil snarled. He watched as she rolled her eyes and strode further into the room. "I, Am Izora Nightshade problem? You are in my house as I brought you here to save your sorry arse from dying. I know you because you are in many books." She almost snarled, Vergil narrowed his eyes a little not knowing why she had brought him here and not trusting her in the slightest."Why did you bring me here girl?" He snarled, hostility in his tone. He watched as she rolled her eyes a little before sighing and pinching the bridge of her nose."Because you was injured, beginning to regret helping you and I have a name, please refer me by it and not just girl." She snapped back, In no means was she going to let him get away with how ungrateful he was acting. Vergil's chest heaved slightly, he was not in the mood for games and this woman was not making it easier. "I shall refer to you in the manner I see fit." He barked, He watched as she smirked slightly and raised an eyebrow.
"Fine, If you want to play it that way. I shall leave you Sir. Squeaky voice." She giggled slightly before turning and walking towards the exit.
Vergil felt anger swell up inside of him, how dare this mere female mock him on something as petty as his voice. "How dare you! Apologise at once Girl or I will make you!" He warned bunching his fists, She turned and laughed loudly as if mocking his threats."With that wound? HAH good luck. Mundus went easy on you by the way. Look I wanted to help you, I felt sorry for you he beat you up badly so I took you in and cleaned you up; But if this is how your going to repay me then I should chuck you out and leave you for easy pickings." She muttered not happy in the slightest at how rude he was acting. Vergil bit his lip and eased his fists, Mundus could have killed him but spared him and she took pity on him."Thank you." Vergil said through gritted teeth, the words like poison on his tongue. Izora looked up and smiled before walking back into the room."Hey, that's more like it. Look I don't want to hurt or harm you, I want to help you. Purely because I was like you a few years back." Izora slowly said pausing and shaking her head, it was as if the thought and words were a sour memory that she would prefer to forget. Vergil raised an eyebrow wondering and wanting to ask more; but he decided to leave it since pressing the matter when tension was so high wasn't a good idea. "I think I should change your bandages, wait here and I'll be right back. Hah Wait here that's a good one Izora." She cackled slightly before striding out of the room and slamming the door shut. Vergil's eye twitched slightly, this Izora seemed strong for a woman and seemed to rival him in ferocity and stubbornness. She was weird but had helped him, he had to be grateful for that.
The pain seared through his side once more and he winced. He didn't want to admit it but he hoped she got back soon, as weird as she was she seemed to be caring and she did do a sort of good job of bandaging his wound. Mundus had left him for dead sparing him and she had risked her life to get him back here. This woman was somewhat intriguing, something he didn't find often in a person let alone a woman. He looked up when the door creaked back open and in stepped Izora carrying bandages, a bowl of warm water and some washcloths. "You ready?" She asked him smiling a little, Vergil just nodded and laid back awaiting his makeshift demon nurse to come help him. How he hated the smug look she had plastered on her face, knowing how vulnerable and needy he was. He was going to hate every minute of this knowing she was enjoying seeing him in this state.