AN: I do not own any characters from the Devil May Cry series.

Soft. Eila was in a comfortable place, she was growing conscious and she felt like she was on a cloud.

'Was that just another dream?' She didn't open her eyes but she felt she was in a soft, warm bed. She shifted slightly, checking for wounds. 'Huh, must have been…There's no pain.'

The blonde smelled the air, it had an old smell, like a library or an attic. She heard thunder and rain still going on outside. 'I wonder where I am, maybe I just fainted at the cemetery from exhaustion, and someone took me back to their home?' Her thoughts were silenced when she heard a door creak open.

Two sets of footsteps. She made out that someone must have been wearing a coat or some sort of swishy fabric, the noise it made was pleasing.

"When will she wake?" Eila gasped inwardly at the voice. 'It's -Tenor!' She giggled in her head at the ridiculous name she had just given the voice.

He sounded irritated though this time, and that made her uneasy.

"Well she is completely healed, but it seemed she was already exhausted before the incident." The blonde's heart sank, this was proof that she really was attacked and that frightened her. 'Why did they call me the Angel? What the crap is going on?' Eila puffed with irritation and confusion.

"Unacceptable." The tenor was not amused, Eila could tell that he was impatient and something was pressing him for time. 'Well if -Tenor-Grumpy-Pants wants me up, might as well get everything over and done with.'

Eila sat up slowly and opened her eyes, she squinted, fighting to focus.

"Ah, speak of the devil." The sinister voice chimed, accompanied by a glare from -Tenor. "Er…should I say angel?" The darker man smirked at his own joke. Eila's eyes finally focused and before she could say a word, she froze.

-Tenor was gorgeous.

He was tall, maybe 6'5, clad in a blue trench coat with black pants and a midnight blue ribbed vest with what she assumed was a black scarf tucked in around his neck.. He was obviously buff, his skin was extremely light and his facial features were sharp. She noticed his icy blue eyes and spiked white hair, he had a very cold look about him. The blonde could have died right there at the sight of this beautiful man. She eyed him up and down with no shame at all, it was obvious she was doing it, but she needed to drink in the sight of him. He noticed her reaction and gave her a raised eyebrow. Eila froze again.

"Don't worry , he gets that reaction far too often." The sinister one chuckled lightly. "Honestly Vergil, you should be used to it by now." Eila let out a single laugh that sounded like a 'Haw' rather then a legitimate laugh. Vergil looked at her questioningly.

"S…Sorry…" She felt overly embarrassed by her reaction. 'Nice name…haha.' She felt like a bitch for that thought.

"Arkham… Leave us." The white haired man had a very stern look. The bald man, Arkham, followed suit and left the room closing the doors behind him.

Eila looked at her surroundings, the bed she laid in was a dark emerald green with creamy sheets. The furniture followed the color scheme of deep emerald and cherry wood. Everything was antique. The floors were dark gray marble with beautifully detailed Persian rugs. The walls looked to be the same marble. A fireplace was blazing on the back wall, it made the room perfect temperature.

"Ahem." Vergil cleared his throat in annoyance. Eila straightened and blinked at him with doe eyes.

"Are you done studying your surroundings?" He meant it as a rhetorical question but the blonde nodded in answer anyways. He looked at the fireplace, still irritated.

"Your name is Eila correct?"

"Yes, and your name is Vergil…I guess…" Eila stared at him quizzically. He looked as if he almost took offense to her nonchalant speech.

"I saved your life, now I require your assistance as payment." He gritted his teeth, he obviously hated asking for help in any situation, even if he wasn't really asking but rather being more forceful.

"Really? I didn't ask you to save me." Eila pushed her luck with this man, she wanted to see what happened when the world burned.

"You will do this for me. You shall have no choice, you have a debt." Vergil turned and gave her a death glare. "I could just take the life that I had graciously saved." He placed his hand on his sword and gave her a look. Eila sat tight, as still as she could, for fear of moving could mean instant death. "What's the task?" She glared back at the white haired man.

"I require your virginity."

"WHAT?"

Eila jumped out of the bed and ran to the door only to find it was locked. "Open this fucking door right now! I mean it! You crazy bastard! How did you even know I was a virgin?" She stared at him with mixed emotions, mostly fear.

"I already told you, you have no choice in the matter. I require your virginity to gain power that was promised to me and you will not stop me." He approached her steadily, with each step he took she felt like bolting.

"So you saved me to rape me? Really? Fuck you!" She closed the space between them and struck him hard across the face.

Vergil adjusted the hair that fell down in the process of her strike, slicking it back into place. He was slightly shocked that she even struck him let alone that he allowed it to happen at all.

"That was foolish." With no trace of emotions he pushed her up against the doors, and they rattled and creaked in protest.

Eila growled and cursed at him. "Why couldn't you just rape me in the ally and leave me to die?" She venomously spat at him. He didn't falter his grip on her arms, which were on either side of her head. He stood still and looked at her deeply. The blonde calmed herself, she now saw that the time for 'the act' was not now and felt more at ease.

"Are you calm now?" He had that irritated look again. Eila could tell he didn't like the idea of deflowering her either.

"Why me? Is it just because I'm a virgin?" The blonde felt tired, she didn't want to fight this man anymore.

"No, it's because you have angel blood in your veins." He let go of her and she rubbed her arms, she presumed she would have bruises later.

"And I'm supposed to believe that?" She placed her hands on her hips in disbelief. He looked at her and drew his eyebrows together in frustration.

"Your powers haven't awoken, I myself am a devil, do you believe that?" Eila gave him bewildered look, but then came to her senses. She was attacked by creatures that obviously weren't human, and he was able to defeat all of them, and for what it seemed he didn't even break a sweat. She was somewhat convinced that he was what he said, and that she might be an angel.

"Say I believe you, how did you find out that I was an angel if I didn't even know that?"

"I searched your private records, turns out your father was a fallen and your mother had relations with him, when she found out she was pregnant with you she knew she couldn't keep you, so she gave you up for adoption. You were adopted by social worker and her husband, she died after you had just turned two years of age." He was dead on. At least from the adoption point. This shocked Eila to the point of tears, but she fought them.

"Heh, well isn't this sad? The only person that wants me now only wants me for my virginity. Pathetic." The blonde hung her head, her golden bangs falling into her face. Vergil stood silent for a moment, pondering what to say.

"I need your virginity to open a gate to the demon world, it is where I belong and where my promised power is located." He had absolutely no remorse for the situation. Eila found this irritating and downright sad.

"If I give it to you, will you promise me something?" She felt so alone now, like the world was crashing down around her and there was no way out.

"Depends." He turned away from her and started to pace.

"Take me with you…When you open the gate, take me with you." He stopped mid pace and ran his hand through his hair.

"Please, I'll be an obedient companion. I just…well… I wanted to save myself for the right guy and if your it then I want to stick with you." She paused trying to gather her words. "I don't want to be alone in this world anymore…" Her voice cracked slightly, she was fighting hard not to cry and almost failing.

Vergil stood perfectly still and silent for what seemed a lifetime, thinking over the request.

"I can't make any promises, but I will try to grant your request." He sounded stern and cold, but Eila thought this the best response for the time being. She had a little bit of hope now, for a life she had been searching for.

"Can you try to court me too?" The blonde laughed at her own comment and bent to the side to try and see the devil's face.

He had the best poker face in the world, and with that he walked past the angel and unlocked the door and stepped out. 'Ugh, really? It was just a joke!' Eila sighed inwardly and walked back over to the bed and flopped down.

Just then Arkham walked in paging his book.

"Do you need to have sex with me too? Cause I'm sorry but you're not really my type…" Eila laughed again at this, almost in nervousness praying to god that it wasn't the case.

"No, fortunately for you we just need the blood from act, and you can just leave that to one man." Arkham smirked at her. The angel felt her face go pale.

"My…my blood? That's creepy!" She shivered and felt a little sick.

"Yes, you will lose your virginity on the alter and it will collect the blood, which will open the gate to the demon world." He closed his book loudly and Eila jumped. Arkham chuckled at this and approached a dresser in the room. He pulled out a white baby doll nightgown and some towels.

"Are we doing this tonight?" Eila backed up on the bed and looked at Arkham suspiciously.

"No, I thought you would want a bath and a change of clothes since you reek of blood. We healed your wounds but we did not clean you up, you can do that yourself or so I assume." He gave that creepy smirk again. Eila sighed with relief and looked at herself. 'Oh gross, how did I not notice this earlier?' She was covered in crusted blood, and it was starting to itch and peel.

"Well I'm attractive, jeeze…" She said this sarcastically. She walked over and took the items from Arkham, thanking him in the same instance.

"You'll find the bath down the hall and to your right." He waved a hand, showing her out of the room and pointing to the bathroom.

"Thanks…" Eila dragged her feet down the hall, it was burgundy carpet with dark wood walls. "Someone likes jewel tones…"

She turned and opened the door to the bathroom. Thankfully the bathroom was a nice creamy golden color with a brass faucet and a mosaic in-ground tub. It was truly beautiful. The angel stripped down and turned on the water for the bath. She sauntered over to the mirror and stared at herself, checking her body for wounds. As she was told, she had no wounds accounted for. With that settled, she stepped in the bath and sprawled out in the water dunking her head. Her hair untangled itself and flowed freely throughout the water.

She thought of the day's events, and how they might play out. She started to fantasize about Vergil playing up his hidden romantic side and actually courting her, maybe taking her out for a romantic dinner or something. She giggled at this but then pushed the thought away knowing that it would be a million years before that would happen. She decided she wouldn't miss her old life; she refused to. Maybe someday she could come back and visit Jenna, but that was it. She had no desire to see anyone else ever again.

Yes. Her new life would start here.