The defender, protector, keeper
Chapter 7: Guardian
Feeling her smooth body release from his grip, he returned to world in between worlds. Limbo
Piles of dark debris floated, along the celestial skies of Limbo. Massive craters of cement blocks floating in the air. A fragmented form of paradise in the distance. Vergil fixing his fedora, waiting for the demons to resurface, and so they came. Bursting through the sky's and rummaging through the grounds. Elite Stygians and Bathos demons desperately trying to eliminate Vergil's existence. Dashing from crater to crater heading for Paradise he unleashed Yamato, the bringer of light.
Slashing his way through the the limbs of black demonic scum, black molten blood vanishing in mid air; He reached his destination of an unrecognizable Paradise. Normally his childhood home in limbo would be torn apart impeccably, shiny black rock fixtures breaking through the floors, massive holes corrupting paths and rearranging. But this time it was completely different.
The walls and the atmosphere were of a blue and teal tint, and instead of the dark rock growths, light blue crystal waters poured dripping in most of the cracks of the mansion, flooding the hallways, cold and sparkling. Entering the main entrance a scratch of Harpy laughs echoed through the long hallways.
Vergil leaving his sharp blade to his side, moving incredibly fast for clues and portal gaps he could cross. Unfortunately he couldn't cut his way through like he normally would. This limbo was different, this Limbo dragged him in and warmed his body. He hears children echoing down a long hallway, brushing past with the tail of his coat trailing behind he reaches his old room him and Dante shared. Which was also now shades of blue, the curtains now white and transparent.
A tiny burst of light appeared and morphed into a sphere, a protective cocoon, with a shapely female body dancing in its globe, a witch. Following her demonic scream she pierced at Vergil who had no time for arrogance
"Son of Sparda, you cannot save her"
Hearing this demon speak for the first time quickly took Vergil from his defenses, she unleashed multiple fired swords from her blue globe pointing it towards Vergil. To which he triggered with a devious grin, unleashing his crisp blue light swords pointing it over his head, ready to strike. The witch snickered, black veins covering her forehead
"l'angelo è nostro"
Her black eyes glossy, her neck twitching. Vergil surprised,
"She's ... alive"
"Her body sleeps with us,… il portatore del re inferno"
Her head turning she leaped for the Nephilim only to be slashed down by yamato and the heavenly swords that presented her destiny.
Afterword's the silence cleared the room, he thought back to what the witched screeched in anger:
"The angel is ours, …the bringer of hell kings ...her body sleeps..."
"Impossible" Vergil thought.
" She is gone, she only a memory. An angel would never turn her back to serve hell…"
. He made his way to Sparda's library, it seemed that every time he entered Limbo he gained a sense of comfort in his father library. Remember the warmness of Sparda's aura, the massive books and ancient text waiting to be deciphered. But know the library like everything else was dipped in blue crumbling, crystal waters pouring out side its shelves.
Sparda always left Vergil's little clues when he was young, secret treasures of orbs or other relics for his son to find, to sharpen his skills.
Perfecting his ability to sense ordinary or rare artifacts. It was then that Vergil felt something was left for him again, a gravitational force puling him in. reaching his gloved masculine hands through the bookshelves and feeling the cold sparkling waters drench his coat. Reaching for a purple book, the only book that was in a different shade of the blue atmosphere.
As held the book on his shoulder, a small white hair moved out of place and laid on his smooth forehead. His peach lips in concentration and his icy blue eyes searching through the pages, which mostly empty. He breathed heavy and as he exhaled ,inky words appeared on the brown stained pages
"Beware of the Guardian'
Vergil smirking, "You always had a way with words…dad"
He moved his bloodstained fingers touching the black ink of he page. His face know more serious, jaw more pronounced. New words formed where he smashed the ink blots
" The guardian … the devour of worlds, … the son of Fenrir, her protector, he sleeps…"
Vergil staring at the pages bewildered, his hands stiff the coldness surrounding his heart slightly warming. This sensation he felt before. Dropping the purple book, He wasn't hallucinating. She was there; she was in that ballroom, in his chamber...
"Inconceivable "
The warmness that surrounded Vergil's heart began to burn, with heated anger. He turned to see another Harpy demon appear climbing off the book shelves and opening its wings, laughing.
Standing it began to speak to Vergil teasing him, which was in fact not the wisest of decisions Pointing at him with her claws she spoke:
" You blind creature, if we can't devour her yet, what makes u think you..."
Before the demon was able to finish her sentence Vergil's massive hand held her face crushing it instantly..
Leaning on the bookshelves again, the crystal waters drenching the pages if the open purple book. Inky blots appearing but washing off quickly. Sparda's last message for know.
"Her soul lives within... You my son"
A large ruckus was soon heard there after , sending Vergil dashing back into the main entrance of the mansion. A light hologram of his younger self on the floor with two other figures behind him. Vergil knew it was a hologram of the past...
He approached slowly his blue eyes glassy, for a past memory he didn't want to remember:
He saw his younger self about the same age when Mundus invaded paradise, on the floor tearing, holding another small figure in his hand. The young angel Esme…
Laid on the young boys hands covered in blood, wings torn apart.
Vergil watched as his younger self-held her swollen face and her body close to his small frame. The young boy devastated with tears in his voice. He whispered in her bruised ear.
"Esme…. I lov…."
Looking at the past hologram play before him like a rerun nightmare
"No... I didn't want to remember"
Dropping Yamato on the floor he yelled a demonic roar , his voice echoing, his trigger darkening his eyes, his soft skin dropping color
Backing away from the hologram as it disappeared leaving a puddle of glowing crystal water behind. Swiftly gliding his masculine frame Vergil walked over to the puddle ,looking down to see a reflection. Seeing the ceiling and suddenly a swift figure glide across with white wings
"Mom?"
He followed the trail that led him to the over grown garden. In Limbo all the vegetation was amplified, the tree branches elongated and curled in abnormal tracks, the leaves larger than normal proportion, the vines slowly gracing themselves on his shoes. Approaching the fountain where it all began he heard Eva's voice
"Our sacrifice... know she sleeps… with her protector"
Vergil's gazed into the waters, the light green crystal water beautiful and glistening.
Through his reflection he saw a figure appear next to him, the woman from the ballroom, unlocking her mask. Vergil tensing his eyes glassy and his fist tightening
Un hooking her mask, her curly brown hair undone
"I didn't protect u Esme…, I was suppose to… I wasn't strong enough"
Still looking in the reflection of the fountain, the woman meets his eye. It appeared as if she was right behind him. Her Smokey eyes looking at Vergil with eagerness and familiarity.
"I live here…within you"
"Vergil's pendant glowed, his eyes grew
"U were Ark?..."
" As u grew stronger, as did I…"
He continued to see Esme through the crystal reflection. Then he noticed giant angelic statue of fountain stop pouring water. The eyes of the porcelain figure blinked and looked at Vergil.
The desperation made him turn to face Esme's transparent figure
"You were buried here…?"
Her angelic beauty bright and carefree proceeded to gaze at Vergil and his handsome maturity. The small arms she once knew where now colossal and well defined, his face exotic and well pronounced
"No… my body sleeps here… with my protector"
Vergil proceeded towards her, she placed her hand on his black jacket to stop, curling her fingers on his dark buttons, feeling the warm broadness of his chest. The sensation of touch wasn't apparent, they couldn't feel each other.
Vergil's eyes glowed before her. He forwarded his neck and leveled his lips to hers. Even though he couldn't feel them physically, she still responded opening her lips slightly. His massive dark figure, eager to devour her. He whispered with his eyes still closed
"I should be your protector…"
His expression still gloom, she appeared before him now with worry, her dark Smokey eyes opening
"The guardian is awake, you must go…"
"Esme…"
Soon a loud thunderous roar surfaced from the ground. The fountain rearranging revealing a secret path under. Esme whimpering to Vergil
"U must leave please, please…"
"I should have been your protector"
Suddenly he leaped forward to battle creature, a gigantic wolf crawled onto the surface. Its eyes bloody red ,fur thicker than black, its claws massive with gold.
" The son of Fenrir huh" Vergil smirked, a sly devilish grin quenched his face
" Have you been taking care of my Esme?"
Vergil unleashed Yamato, heading for the beast; the gigantic wolf opened his massive jaws. Deep within its mouth a black abyss. Until a parade of Stygian demons prancing from behind Vergil. Passing him and heading to kill the son of Fenrir, the creature easily devouring the demon scum.
Afterword's the Fenrir offspring growled at Vergil
"Son of Sparda"
The wolf let out a smooth sigh, what was once a hungry stare was now calm, looking down at Vergil, pushing out his furry chest. The regality of this creature impressed Vergil
"…Your protecting her aren't you"
He turned to Esme. The longing in his eyes was more than apparent. Taking Vergil's sword she swiftly pierced his chest, the blow instantly made him gasp
"It's the only way back to your world, you must go…"
A warm tear strolled down her radiant skin
" You must forget, ….I will only be a memory"
The giant wolf bowed Vergil farewell
Vergil holding the yamato as she continued to deepen the blade into his chest, know he could feel her physically body.
Before disappearing and leaving Limbo, Vergil grabbed her waist, burying his head in her stomach his knees on the ground. She began running her soft fingers in his white hair.
With his soft lips, she could feel them lightly press against her belly.
seeing a very grown Vergil, claim her like this...his maturity more than apparent
"Never a memory" he smirked, his voice deep and full of confidence
A drop of blood leaving his curved lips
A few seconds later Vergil was back in the order, in his chamber on the cold cement floor. Covered with debris and branches. Taking off his black cape, his mahogany shirt he headed for his the showers. The cool waters cleansing his defined chest, tracing along his blue pendant. Lowering his head as his white strands of hair covered his face. The steam of the showers clouding the Victorian bathroom. Until Dante ran in frantic and pissed alongside with Kat, Vergil opening the shower doors slightly
" Im so sorry Dante" Kat squealed
"Geez Kat its all over my arm, can't you spray that Squirrel jizz somewhere else"
The rebellious Nephilim vigorously cleaning his hands, Kat gasping seeing Vergil's naked upper body. Her cheeks blood red
"Vergil, oh my g…"
Dante turning around rolling his eyes, sarcastically he remarked
"Great fricken awesome"
Kat running out the bathroom with incredible speed, Dante following pissed that some of the squirrel jizz dried on his shirt.
After words Vergil quickly dressed, preparing to take Dante to the old playground where they grew up.
Ok, so i know, we dont get to see some Dante action in this chapter, but know some puzzle pieces are coming together and we will see our ass kicking brothers in action. Many more secrets, emotions and revelations to come :D stay tuned
ps- Thanks for the previous comments guys, u keep me going XOXO