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~Rizua's POV~

We stood there for at least ten minutes after I had spoken before I got a reply.

"That's Vergil..." Dante had a lack of strength behind his words, as if he were saying them to empty air. All of a sudden it felt like he wasn't there... mentally. I didn't like it. I ran to him and pulled his face towards me, but he looked right through me with those blue eyes.

"Earth to Dante, earth to daddy Dante." My words hit the mark and he looked at me, actually looked at me once more. His face was soft as he pulled from my embrace.

"Well you cause a bit of a mess Yvette, summoning my brother and all." He glanced at Yvette then. "Well, it looks like he's a wreck, help me out." He said before walking over to his unconscious brother.

When he pulled his brother's body up, he rid the half demon's body of the long coat and rediculously long sword in his grasp.

I couldn't really tell what he was wearing, but it looked like leather. The top might have been blue at some point, but it almost looked purple from the blood. It had been there long enough to soak in, so how long he had been injured I had no clue. I picked up the coat, which was about as heavy as Dante's old jacket before it was modified for me.

In my state that jacket was the only thing I could fit into out of my old outfit. It was a little depressing. I took the jacket and went into the back room with the bathroom and a newly added laundry room.

~Yvette's POV~

Dante carried him upstairs and into the bathroom connecting to my room. I had to help Dante remove his long brown boots, which clung to him unbearably. He was completely soaked, but not all of it was blood. He smelled like a river, a really muddy river. Dante slid off the black vest top and I sweat dropped.

He was wet and his body was in pristine condition. His shoulders weren't as broad as Dante's, but his muscles seemed longer almost. Also, he was at least an inch taller than Dante with his boots on.

Dante left his pants on as he turned on the shower and lifted him up from behind with his arms between Vergil's arms.

"Sit up in the bathtub." He motioned toward the shower. I raised an eyebrow and backed up.

"Whoa what?" I asked.

"I need him propped up to get him clean, you summoned him here so unless you want to do the washing, and I'm sure you don't want to be on top when his pants come off."

I whined, but got into the shower anyways. Might as well get it over with. Dante laid Vergil's back against my knees, which were propped up. Just as Dante threatened, I felt the jolt as he peeled Vergil's pants off.

Alright so I'm basically holding a naked half demon, nothing wrong with it, that's just how I roll. I just propped my back as far away as I could and stared at Vergil's hair. Dante was quick to get all the dirt and blood off of him, and slowly his hair turned from a murky red to snow white.

When Vergil was clean Dante got a towel and dried him off the best he could with my help while keeping his brother as covered as possible. Now clean, Vergil looked pale compared to Dante's tanned complexion. Their face looked the same, but that's where the similarities ended.

Rizua brought some underwear and black sweats that trailed the floor on Vergil and took the clothes, probably to clean them. Whatever, Vergil was dressed, so hell if I cared. Half dressed, but covered up. Dante took him into the room that also attached to the same bathroom, I had been in here before, and it was a beautiful guest room. The walls were a dark wood with blue stripe wallpaper in between, and the floor had almost black carpet. The bed was king sized with black and white sheets. There was a dark wood, medium size dresser opposite the bed with white candles. On the side of the room opposite the door there was an empty desk and chair with matching wood. Near me was a couple of empty bookshelves.

The room had originally been for this chick named Lady. Rizua mentioned that Lady never even bothered to look at the room. It was beautiful, this Lady person was missing out.

Speaking of Lady I head heard a bit about her, but I've yet to see the chick. She's a human that kills devils, and is damn good apparently, from how Rizua describes a battle or two. Come to think of it, the past week I had learned an awful lot. When I wasn't cleaning I was listening to Rizua and Patty talk.

The impossible battles they had gone through made me admire Dante a bit, he didn't seem like the perverted and rude guy that they both had portrayed. He was a little crazy sure, and he had some of the lamest comebacks in existence. He wasn't at all serious about most things, and fighting demons seemed to be a joke to him, but besides that he was a cool guy.

Dante laid Vergil on the bed and backed up to me near the door. "Alright well, Morrison is downstairs, keep an eye on your new pet thing. If he tries to kill you just mention that you know me, or scream, either one works." Just as he said this I heard Morrison call Dante's name from downstairs. Ok, creepy hearing powers noted.

Wait

"He is gonna try and kill me?" I waved my arms frantically. I knew I shouldn't have summoned anything else, now I let loose a homocidal Dante look-a-like. 'When I find Jester...'

Dante left the room, closing the door behind him, closing me in with this guy. Alright so jerkish, Dante is.

I glanced over to the bed where Vergil lay, he hadn't moved a muscle. I was soaked from holding his huge ass up, so I decided changing really quick wouldn't hurt. I went to my room and changed into some fresh clothes. It was getting late so I switched to purple pajama pants and a pale yellow tank top. I turned back toward the bathroom, using that as my entry to where Vergil lay.

A very stable figure of a pale haired male blocked my path at my bathroom doorway, however.

"Holy shi-" My words were cut off when Vergil was suddenly next to me, a single hand around my throat. His features were completely different somehow now. His calm face was contemplative, dangerous. His hair was back out of his face, and rested spiked up behind him. His whole stance freaked me out. I had never met a killer, but I had a name and face to put next to the definition.

My throat hurt, but I could still breathe well enough, although it sounded like a rasp. My hands came up to grip his wrists, as if that would stop him from tightening it anymore. 'Ok, if I'm about to die, can I get a cheeseburger for the ride? Maybe a few hundred, I want to die fat and happy please.' I blinked, unable to really scream or call out for Dante. Talk about being screwed, and not the good kind.

"Shut up human, your thoughts annoy me. Don't scream, don't mention you know Dante, and I swear if I have to hear you thinking about what that damned child Patty has to say about Dante one more time your head will not remain attached to your body much longer."

'Oh kibbles, you too? Your were awake?' My eyes widened at his words, he could do that thing Jester could do.

I noticed his voice was more soft spoken than Dante's, smoother. It was the kind of voice that didn't change volumes no matter what mood you were in. That had to scare me a little more than the meaning of his words.

"You've got guts summoning me to the human world." He said, letting my aching neck go.

"You were bleeding though, so I don't think I did a bad thing." I pouted, rubbing the area where he had held hardest.

"Foolish human, do you see any injury on my person? Your lack of observation skills could be a fatal habit." Alright so he had me there, I didn't see any wounds when I was... oh geez he knew about that too!

"So... why did you have blood all over you, and why were you out cold when you came through the portal thing?" That part made no sense.

"Before I was sucked into that horrid portal I was in the process of dispatching a few demons. When the portal appeared my attention was diverted long enough for those lowly demons to hit me, dazed is all I was." He regarded me closely, still not a foot away. I blinked as he spoke again. "A human that associates with a half demon, you must not value your life very much." raised an eyebrow and backed up as he walked closer to me.

My back hit the wall, trapped again not that he couldn't catch me if I ran anyway. Vergil leaned in, and actually laid his head next to mine. It took me a moment to realize he was smelling me. I raised my hands to push him away, but gasped when he grabbed them and held them against the wall at my sides, making no sound as he did so.

"Your dying." He stated, his voice as though he were telling me what the weather was like, rude.

"Well, I know I smell kinda dead, but you did kind of scare thirty years out of me." I pulled a face.

"Hn." He said backing away from me. He was out the door and down the stairs before I could turn my head.

I felt goosebumps crawl all over my skin. I looked down to my bare feet and saw a pale toe peak out against my dark skin. Downstairs I could hear talking, although I couldn't hear what was being said it didn't sound pleasant. The necklace at my neck glowed dimly, as if mocking me of my mistakes. I looked over to a simple cross on my night stand, almost hidden under a book. It didn't really mean anything to me, the symbol. It was kind of stupid how people wear an object shaped like what people used to fear death by many years ago.

I never believed in God before six years ago, but demons existed didn't they?