Chapter 1: V and the Order
He sat in the dim light of the hidden corridor , deep within the chambers of the order contemplating. The grandiose size of the room unable to contain his thoughts.
The echos of his every sigh or moan as he cracked his neck repeadly. Another day in the order busting down top famed politicians and over sassy demonic celebrities. His chamber however was hidden way deep within the confines of the order. His office laid out with cathedral like ceilings and gothic fixtures of gargoels and angels decorating the top corners. Further down were massive amounts of book cases and a smaller room containing more books of precious & original copies of occultism as well as history of demonic and angelic wars.
One of his favorite yet captivating characters he stumbled upon from time to time were the continous stories and mentions of Ark Angel Gabriel . Specifically he didn't take light onto these stories . Late at night fellow workers of the order would see Vergil prancing amoung the upper floors of the secret base, book in hand and eyes obsessively lost in the pages. The stories of Gabriel intrigued Vergil through the untimeltness of Gabriel's demise , his power hungry antics and his demeaning and provocative innocent gestures. Vergil pitied the creature being half angel himself, and saw him more as a ruthless creature who's source of pleasure came only from his own needs.
However the only and yet favorable aspect Vergil found profound was Gabriel influence over others . It was said that in order to gain his most important needs he would give off an innocent angelic gesture. His facial expressions sincere and innocent. However because he was an Angel the human race deemed him already trust worthy. Not too mention his ranking status of "Ark" defined by his god like power. Vergil intrigued by this rank read into the stages of Angel maturity , learning furthermore that "Ark's" were supposedly the 2nd highest rank of physical and magical ability. Also the rank of which an Angel would have to reproduce with another "Angel". He chuckled at the remembrance of the forbidden love of Eva and Sparda.
Ark's were said to be attracted to red and blue naturally and physically bear 6 wings in battle and two wings socially. He sipped more red wine from his delicate glass cup. Even though his massive and strong grip was clearly defined, Vergil was able to delicately care even the most weaker of things.
This sense of perfect control , Sparda noticed from Vergil at a very young age, deciding that the Yamato would be the perfect weapon of protection for him and unlucky foes who crossed his son's path. Like Yamato Vergil had two sides to his personality , a fun lovely and charismatic quality and a stern controlled obsessiveness to perfect. Sparda admired Vergil's knowledge and willingness to learn more and would often be at his father's foot reading with him deep within the libraries at Paradise, there home. Rubbing his small pale elbows against the thick and luxurious carpets Sparda placed in his library. As for Dante he would be plucking apples with his mother Eva in the garden often breaking of branches with a wooden stick screaming frantically as if they were enemies. Eva looking lovingly with her blood red hair bathed in sunlight. The tips of her smooth silky white dress covered in tears as Dante wept onto them after being pricked by a thorn bush, only to heal seconds after.
Heading back to his corridor after observing the fellow freedom fighters and there accomplished missions of network hacking, he retired back his chamber. His arm chair decorated with porcelain angel wings and goddess like creatures looking down upon him
"Kat should be back relatively soon.."
Crossing his arms and pressing his lips with his thumb.
Kat was given the task along with several other freedom fighters to spread artistic awareness through the untagged streets and pathways of Limbo city. being that Mundus would of course demolish any printed advertisement the order had place. For now the relevance of public graffiti and network hacking would do. Little did Vergil know since Kat was a medium, she was even able to bear visions in her dreams, and because she was around Vergil often her dreams would evolve fantasy like depictions of the Sparda legacy. In her persistent dreams she would be floating over the luscious green grass pastures and planes only to find young Vergil and Dante play fighting and leaping from trees. Impressive sometimes how both young Dante and Vergil passionately held there swords in the small palms.
" They must want to be like Sparda..." Kat thought as she hovered around in her dreams floating and feeling light as a feather. She promised herself however she wouldn't tell Vergil of these graffiti works until they were done, wanting to release her frustrations onto the golden decaying walls of limbo city.
"Shit!, it almost 8o clck , I gotta get back to Vergil!" Kat frantically gathering all of her Graffiti cans , the rest of the workers smiling and chuckling at her.
" Alright kat , we'll see u back at headquarters, u already gave us the layouts of the last piece, but what should the colors be for ... The dark knight imprisoned..."
The coworker lowered his voice at the mention of Sparda, feeling a slight chill and debree brush his cheek. Kat lowering her head, dreading the thought of putting that depiction for public eyes..
"Would Vergil be upset, is this public message a good idea? , in this playground where my mentor grew up?.."
Her mentor, she thought, a weight of guilt hovered over her chest flowing down her arms, uneasiness
She looked down at her hands and the remembrance of Vergil lifting her up back in prison Hell fire months ago. His hand completely covering hers..
"Black and white,..." She said in a very low tone, looking up at her fellow freedom fighter and smiling slightly, revealing her green catlike eyes.
"Vergil would want his story to be told, if it meant bringing awareness"
Meanwhile back at the order one of the freedom fighters were able to hack into the main website of Lilith's night club,The kiss. Accessing private pictures of all the top famed celebrities and upperclassmen engaging in degrade full and demonic activity. Vergil being called to the upper floors to investigate this matter, instead of simply sending it to his server. Vergil insisted on bolting upstairs, and being Nephilim brought him incredible speed and agility to effortlessly startle his freedom fighters as he appeared before them shoulder to shoulder in seconds with a gust of wind to follow there after.
"Hmm, nothing out of the ordinary from these scans " he pondered looking at the huge screen
"Sir, it appears as if there are angelic figures attending these clubs as well.."
Vergil turning to the freedom fighter looking puzzled his defined jaw arched and lips opening slightly.
"Where do see them?." turning his head towards his ally arching his brow
"Right there sir on the polls dancing"
Vergil crossing his arms and zooming into the bleach blonde stripper with Angel wings rubbing her pelvic area to entertain an elite stagin, a demon only visible to his nephilim eyes. A top politician in the eyes of human friend. In a calm and collective tone vergil turned his head to the freedom fighter and back Onto the screen
"Have u ever heard the art of humiliation?,enemies use this to draw a reaction from there foes, in order to lure them out, or course"
The freedom fighter gazed onto the screen trying to decipher Vergil words as his boss towered over starring the ridiculous sight. Cracking his neck slightly
"Lilith clearly is antagonizing the angel race by strapping costume wings to whores"
, the freedom fighter gasped and gripped the keyboard to his desktop embarrassed
"By using humans of a lesser intelligence, dressing there immature bodies with fake wings, Lilith is trying to provoke the angel race, belittling them.." Vergil turned away and faced the long stretch of workers and screens before him tilting his Head down and looking slightly back at the embarrassed freedom fighter,
"An angel would never come out in the open, and if so u wouldn't see them, but they will see you..."
Vergil continued fourth passing the other workers nodding at there eagerness for a hard days work. Once back in his chamber he decided to head to the back to his office to collect his thoughts.
Walking lightly to the book shelves located behind his desk he reached out his broad arm to the upper shelves where a purple dusty book was cornered. Gripping the spine of the book with his thumb and index finger activating the switch to the secret door the bookshelves disguised. Into the next room was a smaller room with a with a plain marble coffin. Titling his head he effortlessly slid the cover with his muscle bound arms only to unlock the final door, the main server room.
The Catherall like room was almost the size of a concert hall, decorated with gold lineing patterns on the floor of ancient angelic/demonic societies. Servers and computers blinking away on the outskirts of the gigantic room. Marble statues of erotic like women plastered to the walls. Although once Vergil had located this room before establishing the order he couldn't help but gaze up as the statues covered the four walls,
"Why remove the masterpieces of erotic creatures" he thought to himself
A larger paradigm bridge hovered over the center servers. Placing his gloved fingers over the large screens and heaviness sinked his broad chest inwards looking down his blue pendant sparked..
Kat appeared graciously from behind hands clamped behind her back looking worried as if she knew Vergil was deep in thought. It wasn't hard to figure that Vergil would retreat to this room if not in his main Victorian and gothic atmosphere of his office.
" They once called her that vileness because she loved a species other than her own"
Standing from behind kat saw as vergil lowered his head in slight dismay only to be shot back up, the simple gesture motioned the well defined muscles of his back and broad shoulders that at times Kat found her self gazing upon and wondering the warmth they would bring her to be cradled within them.
"Eva..." She uttered almost silently lowering her gaze knowing Vergil would turn around so there eyes could meet
Taking a deep breath Vergil spoke
" But it is clear who the real filthy vessels are, dancers of the night."
He gazed down at kat who skin was now bathed in the gold afterglow of the walls.
A slight smirk appeared across his face
" Should we target the nightclub as well, I wonder?.."
Kat looked up quickly remembering her previous conversations with Vergil about this subject
" Vergil I think it be a waste if time as u said before, Mundus could care less about his demonic concubine"
Crossing his arms, and in an almost cheerful tone,
" Yes it most certainly would, but nevertheless entertaining to watch"
Giving kat a slight smirk , she began to feel a rush of blood fill her cheeks, it was difficult at times for kat to conceal her attractiveness to her mentor. His massive proportions to her fragile figure , he's defined jaw line and muscles topped off with his piercing blue gaze reminded her of a panther waiting in the bushes, only difference would be his oceanic eyes stared right back through her. She was unsure if he felt a slight pleasure from gazing at her as well. But it was hard to tell. Vergil was like a rock at times and the most emotion she's ever seen out of him was during battle when he would be chopping of the ligaments of his unworthy foes.
She leaned further in to Vergil's gaze
"The mission was a success, the main streets , tunnels and bridges are painted" her voice obedient and forward.
Vergil looked down at her with his eyelids lowered slightly, swiftly he gently cupped the soft outline of Kats cheek maneuvering his thumb to wipe away the black ink off her moist skin.
The action happened all to quickly for kat to register but she looked down immediately knowing that he could read any emotion she couldn't control.
"Black?" he muttered , his brow arched his check bones well defined and prominent
"Should I be prepared to see goth portraiture"
Kat looked up immediately
" no! Not at all quite the opposite!, I do believe in color u know"
He hummed in amusement over Kat's energetic behavior.
She cocked her hip to the side,
"Any leads on Dante?.."
" not quite, we do know he is in limbo city , question remains where would a man at his age and figure, be...I wonder"
Hearing her mentor with confusion in his voice kat repositioned her tube of scrolls, smiling at Vergil intently
"Vergil,... maybe hes enjoying the night life I suppose, these demonic clubs do attract even the unlikeliest of people"
" that's what I'm afraid of, never the less before u retire for the night send a message to our one of our hackers , the post for Jens coffee hut should be ready by now"
" ...you uncovered there secret ingredient ?..." Kat looked towards Vergil nervously
"Demon blood"
Kat looking away in disgust
Vergil looking down at her, his tone a bit higher
"You should retire know, you will need your rest, we have much opportunity for what lies ahead"
Leaving the cathedral like room kat clenched her sweater , touching her cheek were Vergil touched her. Familiar the gesture seemed and exciting
Vergil returning back to his thoughts and screens. No rest tonight
Thinking back on the blonde Angel wannabe strippers he thought:
"Humph , they'll never have her fire"