Hello everyone :) I have finally got my Vergil x OC fic up yay! I figured I needed a bit of a break from my other DmC fic which I'm really getting a little tired of so tried my hand at writing Vergil.

Ok, so firstly if he is OOC and you hate this, my bad. I apologize. He is so hard to write I really don't get his character. I really really really don't :(

It starts a few good years after DMC1; after Vergil loses to Dante as Nelo Angelo, he is called back by Mundus who strips him of his soul and mind, and is punished in Hell to be tortured for the rest of eternity. Years later, he is awakened by the scent of... le gasp...his mate! Chapter 1 actually starts off somewhat in the middle of all this. Oh well. There is a non-canon novel of Vergil being 'Gilver' and his face is wrapped up in bandages so this is how I imagined him for this story.

Anyhoo I thought I'd try a different kind of narrative, it starts off first person but I thought I'd jumble a bit of the tense around and go back to third POV. I hope it doesn't confuse anyone.

Disclaimer: Don't own DMC or Vergil, I wish I did though because he is bagfuls of hotness and is so smexy. Mm. Sexy. Yum yum yum. Enjoy! (PS lyrics from Vengeance by Zack Hemsey)

Before I die alone

Let me have vengeance

Before I die alone

Before my time has gone

There's just one thing I have to do

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In my lifetime, I came across two interesting men; twins with hair as white as snow; one dressed in blue, one dressed in red. Their names were Dante and Vergil, and I had the pleasure of meeting the eldest twin, Vergil.

No-one really knew much about him. He seemingly perished a long time ago and was believed to be dead and Dante had spent a lengthy period in grief. How wrong he was, for Vergil had been alive and well, albeit in Hell. Allegedly bound to serve the demon king, Vergil's punishment was to be tortured for eternity – now here is where my knowledge is limited but from my brief, minor interactions with the twin (as he is hardly the conversationalist), I had discovered that Vergil had spent years chained and in shackles, to be burned repeatedly by Hellfire that would come at sporadic periods of time. When his wounds would gradually heal due to Sparda's blood stirring deep within him, he would be burned again, in the same manner in which the titan from Greek mythology who gave fire to humans was then subsequently punished by the Gods to have his liver ripped out only to have it regrown so it could be torn out everyday.

I suppose punishment as such was enough for an ordinary man to lose his mind but Vergil was not ordinary. No, I think that word would be insulting to him. He was an anomalous but respectable fellow; quiet in nature, his expression a blank canvas. When I met him his appearance was very haggard and frightening; he didn't mean to appear to me that way, he just did.

Apparently it went a bit like this...

One dark stormy night when the moon was full and the bitter wind was howling from the north, Vergil came to a Demon of Gluttony, demanding to request his seer service. This was no ordinary Gluttony Demon, no this was some gigantic monster that lurked in a cave surrounded by flesh and bones and books. Apparently whilst the damned creature chewed on brains and drank bile, it studied. It was a scholar. A hermit. And it could see the future, too. I know how wrong that sounds, and the fact that Vergil has 'friends' in such unusual places scares me. But anyway, the Gluttony Demon had little option and little to give in return for Vergil threatened to end his life there and then.

Fearing for his pathetic life, the demon offered his help.

"How did you find me?" asked the Glutton. There he sat on his cavern floor, surrounded by scripts and writings and numerous lit candles. Grease and fat dribbled from his chin, a shining oil stain of colors only visible under the dim light. No-one would have been able to find this glutton except from weary and lost hikers in the mountains who he then feasted and chewed upon.

"Simple." said Vergil, "I followed the unbearable stench of blood and guts."

The demon hissed and screeched at him indifferently.

"I have little time for small talk." came Vergil's curt response. He began pacing the floor of this cave of flesh, his charred coat tails flailing amongst his powerful strides before he finally took a seat opposite the demon, carefully avoiding the decaying skull and ribcage of his previous meal, "...I came across the most peculiar scent. I want to know what it is."

"Scent?"

"Yes."

"And you want to know what it is?"

"Yes. Must I repeat myself."

"...And it's not food?" The glutton suggested.

"Varmint. Do you think of anything else but your next meal? Do you even think it wise to foolishly continue with this disrespect when I can easily end your pitiful life?"

"Alright, alright. But...why are you so curious?"

Vergil remained silent.

With a sigh, the Glutton demon nodded, understanding the half devil's predicament and his demands. "Very well. I shall see into it for you if it is troubling you so much. Just a second."

Vergil waited with remarkable patience whilst he gathered the right herbs and threw them into the pudgy pot of human bones beside him. He peered inquisitively and prodded and poked at the contents with a finger and once he began to make sense of the results, he returned to face Vergil with a crooning purr. "Ah. How interesting."

"What is it?"

"You really want to know?"

"Yes. Tell me."

"Human." The bulbous demon uttered, his jaws flattened broadly with glee.

"It's a human?"

"Yes, but not just any human," Glutton closed his eyes and sniffed the leaves as hard as he could, inhaling raggedly before exhaling loudly. "It's your mate."

For a split second, under those hideous, putrid bandages draped around his head, those two crystal blue eyes blinked widely. "...Mate?"

Glutton nodded.

"Impossible!" Vergil affirmed angrily.

"How is it impossible? I had a mate too. But I ate her, because that's what my species do. I don't think it's the same for you though, so good for you. She'll be around for a long time."

"No." Vergil was quick to quip back as he immediately moved to stand, unsheathed Yamato and with one fluid motion of his wrist, he had pressed the lithe cool blade against the demon's thick, veiny neck, the steel glimmering from the candlelight in the cave. "Now tell me the truth or else."

"It is the truth, Vergil." Glutton asserted, "My nose does not fail me. It's your mate. That's the scent that caught your interest. To you, because you've been held captive in Hell for so long...it has weakened you so you aren't able to detect it...but it's a faint scent, an itch that must be scratched... but you don't know what it is, and you can't see... like the faintest star in the sky. Hoho, but for me..it's like...the full moon in the darkest of all nights. This is natural. It's due to happen one day. It's destiny. Your other half. Your significant other. All demons are destined to have and seek out their potential – "

"No more of this." growled the half-devil; he appeared conflicted, angry and confused. How? How could this be?

"There is no cure, if that's what you're thinking of. Sooner or later, you'll succumb to it. It's nature, working it's course." The demon replied, "All your plans of power, all the scheming and the aspirations, you'll forget it all once you meet her."

Vergil remained cautious yet swathed with fury. The Glutton was certain there were many questions buzzing around in that brilliant ruthless young mind of his, but Vergil, who had appeared to be rather stunned by the demon's revelation, had finally regained control of himself and that wintry coldness of his returned to his eyes in seconds. "I refuse to partake in such foolishness. I have plans and they do not concern this...'mate'." He spat out.

"Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you." Glutton said, only to earn a rough grunt from Vergil. He cleared his throat loudly. "Ahem! Aren't you forgetting something?" And Vergil slowly threw a glance over his shoulder; the demon was grinning hungrily, patting his bulging stomach with his large, pudgy hands. "Where's my payment? I hope you've got a nice human child for me; female, if you have one. They don't fight as much and they're more tender and juicy in the ankles."

One silver eyebrow rose behind the bandaged face. "No. I did not bring you food."

The demon dropped its grin at the thought. No food. A dark thought then crossed the demon's mind. Should he try to eat one of the Sons of Sparda? Yes, yes, he should. Ingesting him would mean getting his powers too. He would have a meal and he would be much, much stronger. Killing two birds with one stone. Chuckling with glee to himself, the demon twiddled his fingers together before attempting a fierce lunge at the man as he stood with his back to him.

However, before Gluttony could even reach him, Vergil sheathed his sword and the twisted grin on the demon's face slowly drooped, sagging sullenly before his head completely lobbed off, having been severed at the neck in seconds. That was not all; the demon's body promptly fell apart, sliced in two. The two halves flopped to the ground, motionless. The head rolled a distance away beside a large pile of human and animal bones. Its fingers were still twitching. Before darkness took over the Glutton could see the cool steel blade of the Yamato glimmering under the candlelight, drenched in blood.

"Hehehe...heh...She's not safe anymore..." The glutton chuckled with its last dying breath, before its large and beady, soulless eyes went glassy and blank.

Vergil spun his blade expertly and the blood slipped off the length and onto the walls of the cave, slathering the walls with a thin strip of blood. Then he left, silently. He trekked down the treacherous slope, unfazed by the icy storm yet still mentally debating the Glutton's words. "Mate." He uttered to himself, before he let out a derisory grunt under his breath. "How ludicrous."

He proceeded to venture forth into the blizzard on his lonesome.

Meanwhile.

A girl looked up from her book to stare outside the window of her room.

She thought she had heard a noise, a faint whisper, a hushed murmur. It had come from outside. She proceeded to sit up in her seat before she wandered over to her door. Opening it, she saw no-one at the door and stepped out, standing in the middle of the empty hallway, a long stretch of corridor, staring at all the closed doors before her. Above, a moth zoomed circles around the dim lightbulb.

"...Hello?" She said, but there was no response.

With an inward shrug, she turned round only to come face to face with a pair of glowing amber eyes.