A Heir To Hell

Two, small female hands hesitated over a large wine red gem. The hands were pale as their owner, a slim, sleek girl. She was a thief. An escapee. An outcast.

This gem was her prize.

For the last ten years she had been locked up in hell. She hadn't done anything much, just challenge Lucifer himself for the throne to hell. She wasn't just a demon you see. She was a fallen angel.

She was also Lucifer's half sister. Her name, ironically, was Luciana. Her mother thought it funny, she guessed, to keep the 'Luci" theme going. Luciana was just glad that she had no other siblings.

Some respected her for this; others rather beat her into a pulp. Her elder brother rather see her rot then ever help her. He locked her up here to try and keep her from causing trouble. It didn't really work now did it? She had broken out. It took ten years but to her that was a blink of an eye. Now she was here to steal Lucifer's prize.

HellGate Ruby.

Well it was a prize because it cured any type of poison and eliminated it completely from food or drink. It cured any illness and paled when danger approached. Wasn't that convenient for her? It'd keep her healthy and safe all at once.

Still, she didn't have it in her passion yet. That's when she heard grunting.

Crap she thought, sniffing the air lightly. Her father's Shapeshifter blood came in handy sometimes. Her senses were far more advanced than any normal demon. She should have smelt the guards before she heard them but instead the snuck up on her. She knew they might wait for her to turn before attacking or they could just attack. She just hoped that if she was caught, her brother would have mercy on her once again.

She grabbed the gem, stuffing it in the small bag handing from her shoulder, and turned. Two demons stood there. The one, had a sort of bluish tint to his skin and he was tall, very tall, towering around eight feet in height, but his muscles proportioned it out, easily. The second one could have been mistaken for a giant beetle. His head had pincher like horns on it and his skin was a glossy brown.

"What do you know, its Luciana..." said the first.

"How do you do?" She stood straight and tall, while looking at them. Despite her fragile looking body she could rip them apart in a second. Shapeshifters were notoriously strong. It's because they took so many forms.

Of course, Luciana could only take female forms because she was only a half blood. This though, this was her true form. The truest form she actually had.

"First you torment your brother, ruin your cozy little jail cell, then you run away, and now you're trying to take his little ruby." Said the second, he shakes his head. "Little Luciana, you know your big bro gave us these awful orders to destroy you?"

"Okay" started Luciana her body, completely relaxed. She was careful not to look threatening. "Now, I don't know what your definition of comfy is but it must be twisted. My cell was not comfy. There were rats and spiders, my bed was a sack on the floor, occasionally I got visits from idiots like you who tried to beat me into submission." She stopped, putting her hands on her hips.

The first demon growled and changed his stance. "We don't want to kill you"

"Of course you don't"

"Might as well just kill her. Shes getting on my nerves."

"Bring it on" replied Luciana.

"Bitch" growled the second and then he changed her. She grabbed his arm and twisted. No matter how he struggled he couldn't stop her from snapping his arm followed by finishing him off by slitting his throat. The other demon's eyes bulged and she ran forward.

"Quick!" he started to shout, his voice bellowing over the jail "We need more-" his voice was cut off by Luciana ripping off his head. She dropped it as she walked, calmly away. She smiled and then licked the blood off her lips.

Vergil leaned against the wall, panting. He glanced down at his bleeding wrists. How long had he been here? He couldn't remember anymore. But that cursed Lucifer refused to let him go.

Vergil's chains were some of the heaviest in this prison, where ever it was in hell. He had a demon regular come to 'check' on him, often leaving him with more gashes. He was weak, he was tired, and he wanted the hell out! He raged against his chains once again, shouting profanities at no one in particular.

He gave up a few minutes later, hearing someone else shout. He couldn't really make out the words, they were way to far away. He was about to return to his struggle when he heard a scream, the kind you hear when a demon got ripped apart.

Vergil always compared it to sharp nails on glass.

He lean up, against the chains that bound his wrists and rose to his knees, trying to see what was going on. He couldn't of course. But just then something jumped into his cell, without opening it. How he didn't know.

He quickly leaned back, ignoring the person in the shadows of his cell. He pretended to be in a pain induced sleep. He leaned limply against the wall. The guards ran past and as soon as they had he focused his blue-eyed gaze on the girl in the shadows. She was covered in blood and she looked tired. He couldn't see the color of her hair, it was hidden under a black hood.

She in fact was dressed mostly in black, but he could see her golden eyes. He could barely see her figure as shrouded in darkness as she was. He glanced back towards the front of his jail, no guards. Not even any shouting. They must have thought she escaped.

He turned his head to look at her again; she was also looking at him.

"Such a shame" he heard her say. Her voice was musical, as if she was about to sing. "The son of the great demon Sparda...locked away...Such a shame"

"What business is of yours?" He snarled, but she had a point. It was shameful that he was here, chained, beaten, it was very shameful.

Luciana almost laughed when he snapped back her. She knew, just by looking at him, who he was. She had met Sparda once. He had been such a handsome devil, but those looks of his had been wasted on that human woman.

Oh but his son! Oh he was even better than Sparda! She tilted her head, just slightly, letting a look of amusement wash over her features.

"Maybe" she started, pacing closer to the man, knowing he was bound too tight to lash out at her, "Maybe I should let you out? What do you think about that?" She leaned down, placing her hands on her knees as she came within inches of his face, so she could look directly into his eyes.

"Maybe you're just one psychotic-"

"Good, it's settled." She said, cutting him off. She glanced around, looking for something to sever his chains with. Her eyes caught a sword in the corner, along with a long blue coat. She moved quickly over to both of them. She touched the fabric of the coat, it was beautiful. She wondered if this belonged to the man and then decided it had to. She picked up the coat and threw it over her shoulder and then the katana-like devil arm. It vibrated in her hand, disliking that she was about wield it.

She drew the sword and looked at it. It vibrated again and Luciana curved it back. "Hold still" she warned "I don't want to chop one of your pretty little fingers off"

They way he looked at her when she said that sent shivers down her spine. Oh hell, he was weak, but the way he glared at her made her think about exactly how weak he was again.

She lifted the sword back and then brought it down. The chains snapped and he stood, pulling the shackles off his wrists.