Welcome to my first ever Devil May Cry fanfic!
Okay...Chapter One is extremely short. But I'm sure you can deal with that. :P I just needed a smooth start to the actual story, and things will obviously branch out from here in the next few chapters...however, I can't guarantee a happy ending or anything of the sort. Despite the romance, I'm keeping this at a very dark theme of fanfiction, so expect many angsty scenes to come up, specifically about character pasts. And I might throw in some Dante too. : Enjoy...and THANK YOU FOR READING (and reviewing...please!)
A playful smirk cascaded down his lips like glittering frost.
"You're sure of this, woman?"
Cerulean orbs met the glazed irises of the girl, whose lip trembled in cruel betrayal to her effort at appearing brave. For a moment, her fingers instinctively curled about the ebony cannon at her side, yet they became limp and cold as she willed herself to be valiant-to be anything but Mary, her flaws almost penetrated by his glittering gaze.
"Yes," Lady tasted the word with a bitter reluctance; a premonition to the iron flavor of the blood that could be shed if she were not careful.
Normally, the girl would never strike up favors with a demon (she was a demon hunter after all), yet now there were different things at stake; things she couldn't easily let go of. She felt like a wounded fly, caught helplessly within the sticky bonds of a hungry spider-and no matter how fearlessly she struggled to fly away with her torn wings, she was only delaying being consumed entirely.
This particular spider, however, had cold orbs carved from glass, reflecting a vicious, blood-thirsty malice in every flicker of his face while listening to her plea. He seemed bemused at her response, at the look of desperation on her innocent face. Vergil took a slow, lingering step towards Lady's still figure, a brush of cool air emitting from his confident frame that caused her to shudder.
"Of course, it isn't all the time a human is asking for mercy from a demon. And in any case…"
His gaze swept from the room they were occupying to linger upon her face. Lady felt her cheeks grow hot; the intimidating half-demon had seemed to be neglecting any sort of eye contact earlier, yet now…it was as if she were a weapon he were appraising with his cool, frigid eyes. Vergil cocked his head as casually as if he were discussing the weather, yet his words bit her resolve like an asp's venomous bite,
"…Why does it matter to me if you want Arkham finished off for yourself? Or even if you thought you were doing some foolish, just act by keeping me from finishing him…why does it matter so much?"
As the silvery-haired demon spoke, a smirk slipped upon his lips like fluid toxic. Lady found herself clenching her fists, eyes narrowing as the blood rushed to her head. She had not expected it would be easy, had she? She knew the bastard devil would have to be persuaded; after all, he didn't understand a concept such as family…
But even now…he had been willing to listen, hadn't he? That had been a huge blow to her originally low expectations of him. Maybe she could be honest with him…after all, half-demon or not, this man did appear more civilized than Dante…even if he was more intimidating as well. Lady found herself struggling to imagine what would happen if Vergil wasn't willing to listen; what would she do, then? To see her fa-…Arkham's bloodied corpse, his bones crushed beneath the demon's foot…never able to see the look of terror in his eyes at the sight of her above him, her Kalina Anne impaling his flesh, her smile of satisfaction as she knew her mother was avenged…
Willing her lips to move, she replied in barely a whisper.
"He's my father. I know that might mean nothing to you, but I have to be the one that kills him, no one else! I know a demon like you would never promise such a thing, but I…I…"
She pursed her lips, her heart trembling, fit to nearly burst from its seams and destroy her carefully collected composure in rivers of emotion.
Steady yourself, Mary. You can do this.
"…I don't care! I'll keep you from killing him if I have to…Dante, too!"
Lady found herself stamping her foot into the ground, gritting her teeth as the words poured unabashedly from her lips. Surely he would understand how urgent her need was; but if not, she no longer cared. She would hunt them all down if she had to; as long as she killed Arkham…
Vergil's bemused expression only seemed to deepen, as the creases of his lips spread and his hands went to his sides. For once, he actually seemed anything but stern; yet his gaze still glittered with malice like sparking daggers as he spoke,
"You actually thing you can kill me, woman? Perhaps I would take your threats seriously if you gave me a reason to take you seriously! I planned to kill your father when I found him, and I would have destroyed the useless bastard if you hadn't interfered! I doubt there is anything at all you could offer me that could…"
"Me."
He grew silent. His eyes widened, the blue of his irises a sky of bewildered confusion; it seemed as if the color (if there was any color left within the immaculate white of his skin) had slithered away from his face, leaving nothing but a stunned statue of the formerly amused demon. Lady felt herself begin to tremble. Was she that desperate to ensure her fa-Arkham's blood would be spilled on her hands…hers and hers alone?
She could see the question mirrored on Vergil's quiet face.
After a moment he brought his lips to life, opening and shutting them slowly, as if testing his ability to still form coherent sentences. Lady's hand stroked the side of her Kalina Ann as she watched him; a way to ease her mind from the numbed shock of her own words, escaping so wickedly from her lips.
"You?" Vergil finally managed to reply, his gaze unwavering and suddenly very curious, "What does a human think she can…"
"Whatever you want," She said quickly, cutting him off as she clenched her fist until her nails bit skin.
"Even if…I wanted to use you for my pleasure? Or…to hurt you?" Vergil inquired smoothly, his voice a velvety purr, as if his penetrating eyes had encompassed her worst fears and were coolly voicing them. He appeared as if he couldn't begin to understand why she was doing such a thing in the first place; and secretly, she was beginning to mirror his thoughts.
For some reason, Lady found herself doubting Vergil would do such things to her-demon or not. As cold and cruel as he was, she doubted he would take such sick pleasures…
Yet it was a risk that came as catches to an otherwise flawless deal.
Or was it?
"You have to promise me," She hissed fiercely between her teeth, her voice tinted with desperation, "Promise that you will let me kill Arkham. And then you can have me…in whatever way you want."
She wasn't sure her f-…that man would return soon; he had, after all, escaped, as soon as Vergil had stabbed him. She had arrived just in time; screaming in terror, the shock causing Vergil to stop suddenly, to pull the blade from his gouged skin with a growl and a flourish of his usually calm blue eyes, reddening slits at being interrupted. Of course, he was enraged to the point of blind anger; she had been no fool to fight him, then. Yet as soon as he raised the blade towards her, his eyes filled with wrath…she had sank to her knees, thinking quickly, knowing she needed to do something to assure he wouldn't kill her and Arkham afterwards.
Her eyes hardened as adrenaline burst within her veins at the thoughts coalescing in her mind. She willed herself not to look at Vergil with contempt; she could no longer afford it, not if her plan were to go into motion. Already Lady could see the gears shifting in Vergil's mind as he pondered her words…already she knew her fate rested on the words that would flow from his lips like poisoned silk.
It had seemed an eternity before Vergil turned to face her. His eyes were probing her face, scanning her-for any sign of fear, perhaps. Slowly his lips pursed together and he spoke, his stare never wavering-
"You will resume Arkham's work in aiding me in opening the Demon World. It may be tiring work for a woman, but…considering your bargain of the deal, who would argue?"
A grin played upon his lips as he spoke, and for a moment Lady could only watch as he withdrew the winking blade of his Yamato and brought it to his wrist. His skin was immaculately white, as smooth as alabaster-she could only gasp as the delicate flesh was broken beneath the pressure of the sword, droplets of ruby blood trickling in rivulets down his skin.
He approached her quickly, the blood-stained blade bared as if he were going to attack her-yet before Lady could retaliate out of instinct, he gripped her arm firmly with his hand, seizing her. Lady couldn't help but admire how warm and smooth his fingertips were, even as he gazed down upon her with such impatience.
A shocked cry flew from her lips as pain bloomed along her own wrist; the cold, thick liquid that was her own blood pooled along her slender arm, until Vergil brought his wounded wrist towards her own and whispered soft words like secrets beneath his breath. A burning sensation, and her blood seemed to bubble, mingling with his own before slipping from their skin in a scarlet teardrop, to be devoured by Arkham's own neglected pool of blood.
"A pact," Vergil murmured softly, his voice a quiet hiss in Lady's ear,
"Your life…in exchange for ending Arkham's."
How bitterly ironic.
