A/N: After over two weeks, I have returned with an update. As per usual, my procrastination habits kicked me for a while, but then I started watching something called Devil May Cry: The Stupid Files. If you haven't watched this, you have not lived. It will make you laugh, trust me. I've also watched a bunch of DMC3 scenes like a nerd to get my muse back, and it has returned! -throws confetti-

Warning: BATEN KAITOS AND BATEN KAITOS ORIGINS SPOILERS!, mentions of blood.

Note: This chapter explains the demonic power, who Marno is, and has some cheesy moments featuring the two pairings featured here.

Pairings: Vergil/Sagi, Dante/Kalas. Dante and Kalas' relationship from this point on is a major factor, so it is no longer a minor pairing.

FYI, the cake is a lie. The crack continues now!


Demonic Humanity
Chapter VI: My one and only


"You'll always be the one who is the most important to me. You stole my heart when you demanded to know who I was at swordpoint."


Kalas could sense that Marno was a powerful individual, and he was the one who Vergil and Arkham desired, not the innocent fifteen year old whose life was now vanquished with a single stab wound to a fatal organ. The mysterious man who wore a cloth over his mouth and nose emitted a powerful demonic power that the swordsman was vaguely familiar with. It reminded him of the power Malpercio had, but it was impossible for the strange man to be Malpercio. The evil god was the picture of everything people were against. It had been a massive demon that made the blunet appear to be an ant, with its body that had been incomplete for the longest time. Eventually, when Melodia fused together with the demon, it was then that it had become a full being.

Sapphire irises blinked in confusion when a demon exploded in front of him, or it appeared to explode. A huff of annoyance came to the left of him, and Kalas looked over, staring straight into the amused eyes of Marno. His body froze as the mysterious man stared him down before sheathing his katana on his hip with a roll of his eyes. "You should pay more attention."

"I was thinking." Kalas muttered defensively, his eyes narrowing when Marno laughed. "What are you laughing at?"

"Humans are amusing," was the man's response as he continued jumping from gear to gear.

Kalas felt an ice cold chill pass through his veins at Marno's words. He said it as if he was not human, but it didn't make sense that he wasn't human. Sure, he had a demonic power pulsing from him in waves, but humans had demonic power implanted in them as well, in the form of the maldeiter experiments, or so Sagi told—Kalas' eyes widened as realization dawned on him. "You're the demonic power that Sagi was implanted with, aren't you?"

Marno was silent for several minutes as his wings exploded with a blast of white feathers from behind his back. They were pure white angel wings, and the man flapped them lazily before he turned his head to face the swordsman. "Yes. When I said that we were going to find the bastard who killed my host, I wasn't kidding. I am a piece of Malpercio, Ar to be exact."

The sapphire eyed swordsman did a double take before setting a venomous glare on the person before him who he knew now was nothing short of part of an evil god. "I get it. You want your host back so that you can try to destroy the world again." Kalas took his sword out of its magnus and pointed it at Marno. "You won't use him for your sick plans, you son of a bitch."

The demon raised his hands as he pulled the cloth away from his face. The swordsman narrowed his eyes when he noticed that there was a large tattoo on his cheek which was glowing an angry purple hue. "Listen to me, for I'm not going to repeat myself. We, being Malpercio, were normal human beings, just as Sagi was. There was an evil asshole," Marno snarled angrily when he hissed the word "asshole", causing Kalas to back away from him a bit. "who wanted to turn every single person in the world into magnus. It was possible, once upon a time, to put a persons heart into a magnus, and he was destroying villages, families, lives, because of his fucked up way of how we should live. My brothers, my sister and I wanted to destroy him, once and for all, so that the world could be saved.

"We couldn't do it on our own. We needed help. Seph, my oldest brother, called upon the power of the Dark Brethren so we could have the power to destroy Wiseman. However, they had a price. Once we were able to defeat him, our souls belonged to them. We agreed, because we wanted to save the world, even at the cost of our own souls. Atria, the battlefield where it ended... Wiseman had turned the people of Cujam into his servants. We had no choice. We slayed them. I remember Pieda and Ven crying out, "How could we do this?", Seph was torn, and Thoran looked as if he was about to cry as well.

"Then... those fucking Children of the Earth appeared." Marno's tone had become one of anger and pain, but Kalas could do nothing except stare at him like a deer trapped in headlights. "They said that for the sake of the world, we had to die. They killed Seph first. The last thing he whispered was "Quis", the name of the love of his life who was killed by Wiseman. Thoran was next, followed by Ven, and then my sister. All I could do was watch as they used some machine called a "godslayer" to murder my family, and I could do nothing. I was the last one to die. They stabbed me through the heart with the godslayer, and the last thing I remember is crying out my family's name as the world faded to darkness."

Kalas was frozen in place. What Marno, a piece of an evil god, said to him was entirely different from the legends. It sounded like what Malpercio did, they did for the sake of the world. His mind backtracked to all of the stories that he had heard while on the journey with Xelha and the others. Malpercio had swallowed the ocean, defeated all of the other gods, and tried to take power for himself, but the Children of the Earth had stopped him before he destroyed the world. However, if what Marno told him was true, all of those stories were nothing but lies, yet... "Why was when we fought Malpercio, it was a demon?"

"Were you listening?" Marno huffed out in annoyance as he pointed to the glowing mark on his face. "Once we were defeated, the Dark Brethren took our souls as they said they would. They turned us all into demons to do their bidding, and combined us together to form Malpercio. We still had a will of our own, so we fought back as much as we could. The demon the Dark Brethren created was powerful enough to defeat your merry band easily, but because of us, its full power was never unleashed. Now do you understand?"

Guilt washed over the swordsman in waves. Malpercio had been nothing but innocent people who wanted to save the world they lived in, but in the end, the Dark Brethren twisted them to the point they were nothing but monsters. Kalas reached out and set a hand on Marno's shoulder, giving it a sympathetic squeeze. "I'm sorry for what I said to you."

Marno flashed him a grin before placing the cloth back over his mouth and nose. "I wanted to set things straight with you, kid. Perhaps when you return to our world, you can set the legends straight."

My world? I've been living with Dante in this world for so long that the thought of returning never crossed my mind. If the chance to return to my world arose, I should take it, but... Kalas bit the inside of his cheek as he closed his eyes. Home is where the heart is, as the cheesy saying goes, and that stupid devil hunter has my heart in the palm of his hand.

"Don't worry, kid. I know that you won't return to our world, because it's obvious you're in love with whoever Dante is." Marno laughed whenever the swordsman sent him a look of confusion, and pointed to a necklace that Kalas wore. "It has his name inscribed on it, so I assume he means a lot to you."

Kalas gripped onto the necklace, as he almost forgot that it was there. Dante had given it to him on their one month anniversary, and he had told the swordsman that no matter what, his heart belonged to him, so the necklace was a way to show that. It was a simple red tinted gold chain with a heart at the bottom, and the devil hunter's name was inscribed in the middle of it. It was a cheesy thing, and both of them knew that, but it was Dante's way of showing he cared. He hunted demons well before the whole Vergil fiasco happened, so the necklace was a way to remind Kalas that no matter what, he would always come back.

The swordsman jumped when he felt a hand rustle through his sapphire locks, and he narrowed his eyes when he realized it was Marno doing the rustling. "I'm not a little kid, ya know."

"I know." Marno murmured in response as the pair continued to walk to their destination, the entrance to the demon world. "I'll get him back," Kalas heard the man whisper as his fist clenched, "no matter what it takes."


Demon after demon were in Vergil's path, but he slaughtered them as if they were nothing. His anger at failing to protect the youth drove his resolve further to kill the devil human who killed the teenager to get the power he held for himself. The older twin knew that once he had desired that power to help him achieve the ultimate power he craved, but his resolve to obtain the power Sagi hid within him had begun to vanish, bit by bit, whenever the azure haired boy would give him a smile that reminded him of his departed mother. Vergil assumed that it was because of that smile he started to grow fond for the boy, eventually developing feelings that were beyond his control. A fierce desire to shield Sagi from the harsh reality the real world was had taken over him to the point he refused to let the teen see his violent nature, his true nature, his demonic nature. The anger took over as the memory of the azure haired boy's mind being poisoned by Arkham when he had stabbed the devil human, and the look on Sagi's face as the man finished spewing out his lies. "Although at one point, they weren't lies—but that doesn't matter now."

Miraculously, the feather that Vergil picked up from Sagi's wings managed to stay with him, despite what happened. The older son of Sparda examined the white feather that appeared to be glowing before tying it to his coat. He knew that it was stupid of him, but it felt as if something was missing out of his heart. The feather filled that spot which was empty, yet Vergil rolled his eyes at the cheesiness his mind was spewing. "It must have been from that fall. Hn."

Abyss demons materialized in front of the blue twin, and he unsheathed Yamato with a flick of his wrist. He could use the demons as a form of anger release until he was able to find the azure haired youth. Until then, he would never rest until he was able to set things right with Sagi. The cheesiness of what his mind was still spewing caused the older twin to snort at himself before teleporting towards the Abysses. My stupid brother is influencing me...


"Oh c'mon, can't these guys be a little original?" Dante huffed out as the demons exploded in a burst of sand. The younger son of Sparda sheathed Rebellion on his back as he stepped into a room that he hadn't entered before. There was blood on the walls that looked as if it was painted there, while there were chains caked in dried blood hanging from the ceiling. His sharp eyesight detected a body hanging off the chains, and for a minute, panic and dread filled the devil hunter's chest when he thought it was his lover. However, when he moved closer, he noticed that the body was more or less a mummy, so it was impossible to be his beloved. A relieved sigh passed through his lips, but Dante stopped dead in his tracks when the smell of blood invaded his nose. His eyes looked around the room which he realized was a torture chamber, and frost irises set themselves on a spot on the wall which was covered in fresh blood. The devil hunter walked towards it and set a hand on the bloodstain, and pain shot through his body. The red twin doubled over and clutched his shoulders before straightening up again, and he realized that this was the spot where his beloved swordsman was impaled to the wall. Two swords were thrown a few feet away, and Dante, suddenly filled with rage, shifted to his demon form and destroyed the swords with a yell of anger.

There was another spot of fresh blood, but this one was a few feet away. Dante's eyes looked at it, and he assumed that this was where Sagi's life was tragically cut short. Although he knew the kid as some kind of enemy, it still tore at him that a young teenager was killed because of his family's issues. I can sense that he had saved Kalas from being impaled to the wall, and for that, I thank you, kid. The half devil shifted back to his regular form, and he clutched onto a necklace that was similar to the one he had given to the one who he treasured more than his own life. The one difference was that the chain was tinted sapphire blue instead of red, and the heart had Kalas' name inscribed in the middle instead of his own. The same day that the devil hunter had given the love of his life the necklace, the swordsman had surprised him by giving him the same kind of necklace.

"I'll save you!" Dante screamed at the walls as he punched next to the bloodstain, causing a dent to form there. "I'll do whatever it takes!"


Gah, keeping Vergie-pants in character is becoming quite the challenge, but I'm still doing my best to make sure that he's not horribly OOC. Commentary and constructive criticism is welcomed and encouraged!