DISCLAIMER: I am using some ideas from Final Fantasy and characters from Devil May Cry, though I would not count this as a crossover as I am merely using the face, name, and personality of that character. The storyline of the game in which the character(s) came from has nothing to do with how I will use them in this fanfiction. You have been told! I take no credit for the ideas or characters taken from either game!
authors note: pictures on my site (aeonsoul234 . webs . com) for this story have also been updated (trying not to make my character so mary-sueish in looks and personality... -.-" haha I mellowed her looks down)
Prologue
The Al Bhed; a dying clan of elite vampires who, unlike the rest of their kin, fought to defend humanity rather than hunt and slaughter them. They made a special kind of weapon for themselves, being unable use demon weapons. Those weapons were called Machina(mah-key-nuh). Much like demon weapons, they had the ability to amplify, compress, and "resonate" with the soul wavelengths of the user. Bound from being charged by a shot of the wavelength of an Al Bhed Vampire, they could be handled by no one else. The Machina were able to change into two different weapons from analyzing the first wavelength shot into them. These powerful weapons were thought to forever be used for good... That was until the day that the "Sanes" as they were called, lost sight of everything they had fought for... All of the sanity that they'd retained over the years vanished in the blink of an eye and the Machina was no longer used to protect the innocent, but to kill them...
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The laughter rung throughout the empty and distraught church, full of both insanity and pleasure. It came from a woman, a vampire with the trademark tan complexion of the Al Bhed and eyes, once lavender, that glowed blood red. She had been stabbed by her opponent, the katana pierced through her head into the wall behind her, right in the middle of her eyes. The Devil in human form in front of her, who in this case was the lesser of the two evils, had almost accomplished his task of eliminating the Al Bhed race. Now he could detect only one more vampire soul wavelength.
"Looks like I got the last laugh..." She said, continuing to laugh.
"Why's that?" The Devil asked, his grip around the other end of his sword still tight.
"You think you've won; That you've killed us... b-but you're wrong... You'll never kill us... We'll always be here... We were born to keep the human race in check." With that said, she grabbed the arm of the devil that was on his sword. He tried to pull away, but she wouldn't let go. As she stabbed the blade of the sword further into her head, her hands glowed red. An energy flowed into the devil and then the glow in her red eyes faded. She let go of his arm and died smiling. The Devil yanked his arm away and gritted his teeth, clutching his arm in pain as the glow about it faded away, seeming to fade into his skin. He ripped his katana, Yamato, out of the vampire's head violently, completely disfiguring her skull. He walked calmly through double doors, deeper into the church, until he came upon a staircase that led underground to what looked to be a dungeon. Two cells were there; one holding a small boy about the age of twelve with white hair and crystal blue eyes and the other holding a girl. The female was a lot younger than the boy. She was also just about a spitting image of the Al Bhed Vampire the Devil had just killed. The young boy perked his head up as he heard steps coming down. His face lit up when he saw that it was his father, the devil.
"Papa!" He cried, running over to the bars. His father smiled gently at him and touched his face through the bars. The boy backed away from them and his father broke him free of his cell. When he was out, the boy jumped into his father's arms. The young boy looked the same exact way his father did when he was that age.
"Stay here, son. We'll be going home right after this is finished." the devil said. His son nodded to him and stayed in his spot as his father rose and walked over to the other cell. The girl inside sobbed as she cowered away towards the wall, as if she knew what he was going to do. The devil broke the bars of the cell with one slice of his sword and then kicked them down. He walked up to the girl and stood tall before her. She covered her head with her arms and curled up into a little ball on the floor, shaking with fear. A feeling of guilt ran through his heart as their eyes locked for a second. Her eyes... they weren't blood red as all of the others had been. They were a pale lavender and full of innocence. She was too young for the insanity to invade her. Her body wasn't developed enough for it to run its course. He picked the girl up by her throat and slammed her against the wall. She cried louder as his grip tightened around her throat, though he stopped squeezing when he heard something behind him. As the devil looked behind, he saw his own son on his knees, holding his neck as if he were choking.
"Vergil!" He cried to his son.
"P-Papa i-it h-hurts!" Vergil yelled in between gasps for air. The Devil let go of the little girl. Both his son and she coughed and gasped for air. The Devil sighed as he went into deep thought. He turned to the girl again, who was still on the ground. He decided for the sake of his son, he would keep her alive. Maybe with close observation, he could see how the insanity took its course within the vampire and somehow cure it.
"Come, girl... You won't be dying to-" Before the Devil could finish his sentence there was a blinding red glow and the sound of a familiar laugh to both the Devil and the girl. She covered her head once again as the devil screamed in pain. The red glow that had been ejected into his arm from the vampire before spread to all of his body.
"I told you... You can't win!" a voice echoed. And with that, the mighty devil melted into a heap of ash before the eyes of his son...
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Another dungeon. The girl was lying on the floor of it in the darkness. She'd been in there for a week now. After what had happened in the church, the boy who her mother had bound her to with magic had brought her back to a rather large mansion. She felt horrible... Vergil, who was only twelve at the time, had thought that she had killed his father. She tried to tell him it was her mother, but he would believe her. He had almost killed her, enduring the pain it was causing to himself. At the last moment, he felt his life slipping away and spared hers in order to keep himself alive. After an unknown amount of time to the little girl and a long time of consideration of in Vergil's mind, the young Devil decided to let the vampire out...
Chapter One:
A Tale of the Past - Flashbacks
"Vergil... It's hot and I'm hungry!" I said as I stopped walking. At this time, I was still only five, though I'd known Vergil for about six months now. The day that he let me out had been my fifth birthday.
"I know it's hot, we're in a desert, and I just fed you, Sai..." Vergil said. He turned around and walked back up to me. When he was in front of me, he turned around once again and bent down on one knee. I got on top of his back and held on tightly to his neck with my head leaning on the back of his as he held my legs and got up, starting to walk again.
"Not that kinda hungry... I mean real hugry! Like food hungry... We haven't eaten for days..." I said. It was true. At the time, I didn't know, but we'd been wandering around in the deserts of Nevada. We were completely lost.
"Don't worry... Soon we'll reach another town and we'll have plenty to eat." Vergil said.
"Can we get a hotel to sleep in this time? I don't wanna sleep outside again..." I said.
"We can try... I'm not promising you anything though." Vergil said. Even though both of us had hooded cloaks protecting us from the sun, we were both fully affected by his rays. It felt like he was shining more brutally today than the last three days we'd been stuck in the desert for. Vergil's walking had slowed significantly. After a while, his walking completely stopped and collapsed. I rolled off of him, looking up at the sky. The sun hurt my eyes, so I shut them.
"Vergil... Are we gonna die here...?" I asked.
"No, Sai... We're not..." Vergil answered.
"Do you promise?" I asked.
"I promise..." Vergil answered.
Vergil crawled over to me hugged me to him, blocking the sun from hitting me as best as he could. I fell asleep in his arms.
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As Vergil promised, we didn't die, thought it was a close call. Luckily, we had been picked up and brought into what looked like a school. Now, both of us were inside of a room that looked like it went on to the ends of the earth in all directions with a circular platform in the center. On that platform was a large mirror. It's "walls" had clouds on them that moved. I'd been told that this room was called "The Death Room" and that it belonged to someone called Shinigami. I didn't understand who that was until I saw him emerge from the mirror in the center of the room. I was scared of his cloaked figure, even though his mask seemed funny looking to be a skull. I gazed up at him with fear on my face from behind Vergil and gripped tighter to his pant leg.
"Hi hi!" Shinigami said in a rather comical voice. Then he motioned for some people who were behind us to come forward. Two men walked up next to Shinigami. They looked to be about the same age. One of them had silver hair and glasses. He had a more reserved, not to mention more intelligent look, while the other, a man with shoulder length red hair, was more outgoing in a way. Vergil eyed them cautiuously and I remained behind him. I had never really been around people before and was naturally shy as well as frightened.
"It's okay. We're not going to hurt you." the man with the red hair said as he bent down to my height. He reached his hand out to me. I slowly walked up to him and looked at him strangely.
"What are you talking about 'dangerous'? This cute little girl couldn't hurt a-" The man's little speech was interrupted by him screaming "OW!" when I grabbed and bit the hand that had been extended and was waving in front of me. Vergil and I had been seperated when they were treating us in the hospital, so I hadn't been fed in quite a while when it came to blood. Shinigami laughed.
"I knew she was a vampire." he said.
"V-Vampire?!" the man with red hair said in surprise.
"Sai! You can't just go biting people who save us like that!" Vergil said, prying me off of his hand. I let go at once, seeing that this didn't please Vergil too much.
"But I'm hungry, Vergy!" I replied, wiping off some of the blood that had dripped from my lips. Vergil sighed and took my hand. He quickly apologized to the man with the red hair and then looked at Shinigami.
"I'm sorry, but I need to feed Sai before she gets bothersome." he said. Shinigami nodded to him and he walked out of the Death Room, dragging me out of it as well. He led us to a bathroom and locked the door behind him as we entered it. Vergil hugged me as he leaned against the door as slowly slid down to the floor. I went down with him and adjusted myself onto his lap when we were on the floor. Vergil lowered the collar of his shirt on the right side of his neck. He flashed me a smile and rustled my hair with his other hand, meaning that it was okay for me to drink. I returned his smile and sunk my fangs into his neck. Both of us winced a little from the pain we shared.
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We had re-entered the Death Room. It appeared as though Shinigami, the red haired man, who's name I learned was Spirit and the other man with the glasses, Stein, stopped talking abruptly when we did so. I skipped at Vergil's side happily, holding his hand once again. Spirit came up to me and Stein went up to Vergil. I held on tighter to Vergil's hand as I looked up at Spirit. Spirit flashed a smile with me and bent down so he was eye level with me.
"We just have to talk to Vergil for a little bit, Sai-chan. So, you're going to stay here with me and Shinigami-sama while Stein goes with Vergil in the other room, okay?" Spirit said.
"No! I wanna stay wi-" I started.
Vergil interrupted me by calling my name. I abruptly stopped speaking and looked up at him. He smiled at me.
"Just stay here okay? I'll be back soon. Everything's going to be fine. I promise."
"O-Okay..." I said reluctantly. He brought his arm up, handing me off to Spirit. I let go of him and held Spirit's hand as we walked towards the platform where Shinigami was. I watched Vergil and Stein's backs as they walked away and got nervous again. I had never been apart from Vergil up until now. I screamed for him and went to run to him, but Spirit picked me up. I fussed around, trying to escape from him.
"Sai! It's going to be alright!" Vergil called.
I stopped moving around after Vergil called back to me and Spirit put me down. I stood in the same spot and started to cry. I stopped when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked up and saw Shinigami. He held out a Sugar Daddy candy in front of me. I wiped my tears away and shakily took the candy from him, as if he were going to turn and bite my hand off at any second.
"You don't need to be scared of me, little vampire." Shinigami said, giving me two pats on the head. I smiled at him and then sat down, fully occupied with the Sugar Daddy. My fangs got stuck to the caramel candy instead of piercing right through it, which was something that had never happened to me before. Usually I gobbled every candy I ate in a matter of seconds since my fangs easily pierced through them. I had both of my hands on the stick of the Sugar Daddy, trying to tug it off of my fangs.
"I would think that you'd know how to work your way with children, Spirit-kun." Shinigami said as he made a stuffed toy of a lion appear in his hand and handed it to me.
"M-Maka was never really fussy, so I didn't really..." Spirit stopped talking and sighed as he watched me sitting down, sucking on the caramel candy while playing with the stuffed toy. I dropped the toy and screamed, clutching my stomach as I felt an immense amount of pain.
"Oi!(Hey!), what's the matter now?" Spirit asked, bending down to my height with his hands on my shoulders.
"It hurts! You're hurting him!" I yelled before screaming again as I felt as if I were being punched in the stomach.
"I felt as if there souls were linked before... I didn't think that it would be in this way." Shinigami said.
"What are you talking about?!" Spirit asked.
"From the minute they walked in, I could see that the souls of Vergil and Sai had a bond forged by Al Bhed magic. Now I see they have an emphatic connection when it comes to pain... Go stop Stein from interrogating him now, Spirit. We'll have to get info from him some other way."
Spirit nodded to Shinigami and then bolted out of the Death Room. The pain stopped momentarily and Vergil was brought in with Stein and Spirit. I ran up to him, dropping the toy, and hugged him tightly.
"They hurt you!" I said, looking up at Vergil with my arms still around him. He smiled at me, his lip with a little dried up blood on it, and rustled my hair.
"Don't worry about me..." he said.
PRESENT DAY: 11 YEARS LATER
"Don't worry about me." Those words probably came out of Vergil's mouth the most. Ever since I could remember, he was always saying that. What happened after that, you may ask. Well, out of the goodness of Shinigami's heart and since he saw that I wasn't really affected by the "insanity plague" that went around the rest of the Al Bhed, he let me stay in Shibusen. He originally objected to Vergil staying with me since he was a "lowly Devil", but he had to allow him to stay since he was linked to me and more importantly, he was the son of the only Devil who had sided with the humans in all of history; Sparda.
I had always told Vergil that I'd forgotten how we met and everything about my parents, but that was a lie. I remembered all of it, though I never felt a drop of hatred or even anger towards him. At first, he wanted to push me away by locking me up, and even kill me, but he wasn't like that. Vergil was kind, unlike what his cold and nonchalant exterior displayed. I stopped drinking blood from him when I was eight. It was then that I realized that I invaded his privacy and personal thoughts by drinking his blood. Depending on how much I drank, for the first hour at the least, I knew everything that he thought. After that, I lost that "connection" I guess you could call it with him and then I would feel every little emotion that he felt for the next day or so. I couldn't do it anymore. More than anything, he shaped me into the person I am now. He was the one who initially trained me. He was also definitely the one who raised me. I would've been dead a long time ago if it wasn't for him. Other than raising me, he also taught me about my Al Bhed background and actually helped me in finding machina when I decided to search for it. The machina became my initial weapon. I had charged it with my soul energy about four years ago, when I was thirteen. Before that, I was trained with a double bladed katana that was crafted by Vergil himself. It's blades, made of pure diamond, were parallel to eachother on the handle they were on and could never be broken. It had been my weapon since I was nine.
Right now, we were walking around in the streets of Berlin, Germany. About a year ago we'd been given a big book of missions by Shinigami. We were also told not to come back until all of them were completed. It seemed rather pointless to me since the missions we were doing would normally be given to one or two star Meisters and the DWMA in order to collect Afreet souls for their weapons. Machina could never turn into anything more than what they were initially, there was no "Death Scythe form" of a Machina. The only thing I could do to make my Machina more powerful was to defeat another Al Bhed in a "Machina uv Sydlr", a "Match of Machina" in which the Al Bhed would fight in a duel to the death for the other's Machina. This was something created later when the clan spiraled into Insanity.
"Shinigami-sama must really hate us..." I said as I walked a little behind Vergil.
"Everyone hates you..." said the Machina that lay around my waist in the form of a skull belt buckle. Machina are unusual things. Though they're machines that act in the place of demon weapons, who are in fact human, can communicate with their users and have small inklings of personality sometimes due to the wavelength of their user. Because they can only be charged with soul energy once, their users are the only ones who can understand them, and they can only understand what's spoken to them in Al Bhed. Each Machina has a unique "voice", which sounds like a compilation of different choppy computer tones and pitches, white noise, and static, is created the second they're charged.
"Everyone does not hate me!" I yelled back at Ikki, the name I'd given my machina, as I pounded on "him" twice with the side of my fist. Out of the blue, Vergil stopped walking. I continued to yell and pound on Ikki as I walked and bumped into Vergil.
"What's the..." I stopped talking after seeing that Vergil's head was hung. There was a dark vibe coming from him. I looked up at the sky; It had gotten considerably darker since clouds covered the it. That wasn't the only odd thing about it though. The entire sky was the color of blood as well as the lightning that beamed out of it.
"W-What's happening?!" I yelled as it seemed a storm was brewing.
"Can't sense anything... source unknown..." Ikki said. Of course he couldn't sense anything... This kind of vibe wasn't something that something with no emotion could sense since there were no wavelengths with it. As the lightning and thunder raged above, a wild wind picked up, blowing papers and trash that was on the ground everywhere. I clutched my head as I got a flash of what looked like three eyes. It was as if they were staring into my soul. I closed my eyes and crouched down, trying to get the terrifying image to go away. I knew that Vergil got the same flash in his mind since he had activated his soul. I looked at him through the storm that had appeared. Finally, he answered.
"The Demon God... has been awakened..." He said. The storm continued for a couple more minutes and then it was gone as well as the feeling I was having that seemed to be drawing me closer and closer to insanity. Vergil fell forward and I caught him abruptly, slowly kneeling down to the ground and placing him in my lap.
"Are you okay...?" I asked. Vergil had always been one to keep to himself, but I knew that things like this were his weak point. And if it was as he said, the Demon God, he definitely wouldn't stand a chance at keeping his sanity... Though his mind wasn't tainted, it was because of what he was; A Devil. He would be easily commandeered by such a powerful and evil force. He didn't answer. I squeezed his hand tightly and called his name loudly. He shook his head and it seemed that he'd woken up from a trance of some sort. Then he leaned up from my lap and brushed himself off as he got up. He extended his hand to me and I took it.
"Sorry..." He said. I sighed and hugged him tightly.
