Slowly bit by bit he could feel the familiar pulse of his power returning. If this creature had any intelligence then he'd realize that something was shifting in the air. It was becoming stronger each time that Kelsea screamed in pain and her blood became stronger in the air. That made him wonder for a second what was so important about the girl that could make the very air hum with power that wasn't even his.

"She's a strong one I'll give her that much, and yet so easy to control."

"If you could control her then she wouldn't have fallen in love."

"Her falling in love was just for show."

"Are you so sure?"

Vergil allowed a dark smirk to cross his features. "It seemed to me that she was enjoying the things I did to her."

"That's lust…"

Vergil was distracting the moron. He could hear a slight rumbling sound coming form somewhere in the building. There was a low howl coming from somewhere. It was hard to pinpoint its direction considering the vastness of the place they were in. The aura was pulsing softly. It was wrapped around him like a thick comforting blanket. It was urging his wounds to heal themselves. To his not so amazement they were starting to close up. The guy drove the knife right back into his shoulder.

"Did you think that I wouldn't notice the connection that you two have formed whether it be intentional or not?"

Vergil just glared at the man.

"You're messing with something bigger than yourself," the half-devil growled.

He could feel the familiar curling of his stomach. The power was gathering around him and soon he'd be able to Devil Trigger. The heat that always came with the transformation was about ready to force itself outward.

"Such a demanding creature you are Vergil," the man said.

"Tell me your name so I can write it on your grave stone," Vergil growled.

"You actually think you can defeat me?"

Vergil raised an eyebrow wondering how many times this idiot had been hit on the head to actually make him think that he could defeat a half-breed devil. "You've been weakened by you emotions."

"What makes you so sure that I have?"

"You could have defeated me before she came but now you're totally weak now."

Vergil fought the urge to laugh at the man and his stupidity. Then he winced remembering that the knife was still in his back. Then he realized the knife pulsed with power. The warmth that was curling in his stomach was growing cold again.

"Nice try Vergil, but the knife has a spell on it to drain the power of an enemy. Well as I see it the more power that you draw from her the weaker she becomes. Not that it matters to me any because she's outlived her usefulness."

Vergil felt this overwhelming hate wash over him. He had never lost control of his emotions before but now that his energy was being depleted his iron control was breaking. The warmth was coming back and he knew why now. This time he was going to let it go and fight. When he felt the power grow to the point of break he unleashed his true devil form. His wings flexed outward causing the dagger to embed itself in the wall behind him. Vergil stood up and wrenched his hands from the chains. The slight wounds closed up immediately. There was a sadistic smirk on his face but before he could move forward to attack he realized that his enemy was laughing. Laughing like a man that had no sanity left in his mind. His eyes were wild.

"It looks like you don't have a heart after all," the man laughed even more.

Moving forward he slammed the man against the wall. Vergil growled at the man demanding answers in the devil tongue. Getting a grip he switched to a tongue the man would understand.

"Tell me what you know," Vergil snarled making sure to bare his fangs until he realized that was something that she did.

"You just used what little power she had to completely transform. I'll be surprised if she's still alive."

"I don't have time for this."

With a quick slice of his claws the man throat was laid open. Blood gushed from the room. The man gasped for breath as his blood left his body. He let the man drop from his grasp. He'd think about this unusual blood lust later. Picking up the dagger he crushed it in his grasp so that it wouldn't be used against him again. Dropping the shards on the ground he slammed his shoulder against the door. The door splintered under his onslaught. He felt Yamato pulse close by. Deciding the sword was first he moved towards where the aura was. Once he reached the door he tested it to see if it was unlocked. It was. He opened it. The scent of blood and death hit his senses four fold. The half-breed fought the urge to gag. The walls were splattered with a lot of blood. A heap was lying against the farthest wall. It was still breathing. Moving forward he reached for it. Whoever it was whimpered and curled away from him. He jerked back knowing that whimper anywhere.

"Kelsea?"

"Get out of here Vergil," she sighed softly.

Something yellow caught his attention. A familiar yellow ribbon was wrapped around her wrist. Looking around he was trying to find Yamato. It was in the room. He moved forward and scooped her up despite her protests. The katana was clutched protectively against her chest. Her eyes were screwed shut. Her dried blood stained the yellow ribbon brown. For some reason his devil side was reacting violently to the sight of her like this.

"Kelsea stay awake."

"Too late," she breathed softly.

"Too late for what?"

"Can't save…"

Her breaths were coming quick and hard as if she was having trouble breathing.

"Did they break your ribs?" he asked hurriedly as he moved down the hall.

She just nodded against his chest. Her breathing was coming in labored pants. Her grip on Yamato didn't waver.

"Leave me," she rasped out. "There is more than one of them. Three bosses"

"I'm not leaving you here."

"I'm dead weight."

She gasped out in pain as he made a sudden turn. Vergil cursed as he made his way up a bunch of flight of stairs hoping to find an open area so he could fly back to DMC. When he saw light he was relieved that he was standing upon a rampart of a ruined castle. Spreading his wings he leapt from them and winged back towards the city.

"Don't die, demon," he growled softly against her ear.

Her breaths were still labored as she leaned against him fully.