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Chapter 9: Caged


Can you feel me coming
Open the door it's only me
I have that desperate feeling
In trouble is where I'm going to be

If there's a kingdom beyond it all
Is there a God who loves us all
Do we believe in love at all
I'm still pretending, I'm not a fool

(Dave Gahan - Kingdom)


„And that's it for today, lads."

I sighed deeply. The first week of our freshman year just went down without any complications. It was early evening now and the bar-hopping would start later on, something I had been looking forward to since the beginning. I wasn't much of an alcoholic, but a few beers with friends never hurt nobody. And I was eager to make new connections, since I spent almost my whole life locked away. Besides, these were normal people, nothing too out of the ordinary or... supernatural. Well.

Mr. Gwon collected the sketches my class had just finished, from the drawing boards. At first I was surprised and kind of overwhelmed, that we got to sketch and draw already in our first week. But these were just warm-up impressions.

I wanna see, what your strengths and weaknesses are and I wanna know more about my disciples."

My teacher had winked then. With his right eye. There were no other options, then just to wink with this eye. Simply because... he wore an eye-patch. Yeah. The story behind it was even freakier. Mr. Gwon was quite the nerd. Which not only made him the most qualified professor in game design, but also a freetime-cosplayer. And no, he wasn't cosplaying during our lecture sessions, although I low-key expected him to completely kill it on any festive occasions like Halloween. Anyway. He really had lost sight in his left eye, when he forgot to take one of his contact lenses out after a convention. It was a bitter, but true story. I really felt sorry for him. He loved his hobby and got hurt in the process. Still, I wasn't quite sure, if he was in fact happy about it. His obsession with especially one-eyed game characters was shown in many situations. And I knew this guy just for a week now.

I was literally startled by the craziness, that this oh so noble art academy had revealed and I was more than relieved by that fact. The thought to be an outsider, because you're the only lunatic in a place full of stuffy and serious people, had nearly repelled me from actually attending this university. But thank goodness, this was not the case.

„Make sure to be at the lecture hall at nine!" Our class representative, a tall and lean guy with long brown dreads, exclaimed, as we rose from our seats.

„Yes, sir." Brooklyn, who had sat beside me shouldered her leather bag and nudged my arm playfully.

I smiled up at her and stuffed my pencil case into my own bag.

„Oh and one more thing. I wanna see some studies for our beginning rate. But please pick a part of the human body, which you're not comfortable drawing." Mr. Gwon looked through the ranks with a proving gaze.

Some groans echoed through the room, some sighed, the rest were just silent or already discussing the bar hop later.

„See y'all at monday. Don't drink and drive!" Yet another wink. And with that, our teacher swished out of the room, leaving a nearly full class behind. It would take time for me to get used to Mr. Gwon and his antics, but he seemed like a nice fellow. Probably many students wished for such a funny and laid-back professor, still this was all new to me.

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„I hate ears."

„What?"

„I said, I hate ears." Brooklyn pouted next to me. She had pushed out her lower lip while her black bangs shadowed her eyes.

„Oh I get it. Yeah, ears are evil." My slow brain caught, what she was referring to. Drawing ears was probably Brooks greatest weakness. But it seemed so unnecessary, since she was good at everything else. Her skills were truly amazing and all I could do sometimes, was watch and learn from her.

I smirked at her and she stuck her tongue out lightly. If we weren't in a university, she would've probably given me the finger.

„What about you?"

„Well, I have many things that need improvement, but... I guess. Hands."

„Agreed, they are pretty evil, too."

We laughed together as we left the class room.

I still admired the academy's campus. We actually had a rather large pond with an adjacent forest and something like a park, where most students just tended to doze off during breaks. It was so beautiful and motivated me somehow to further wake up early in the morning and tiredly scuffle my way up here. I've never been a morning person.

„You wanna come over and we get ready together later?" Brooks asked me, as we were parting ways.

„Sure, I'll get something to eat for us." I smiled back at her.

„Good girl." She patted my head and I shook it off playfully.

She then hugged me tightly and left for her bus, that just had arrived.

I kicked the front door shut as I balanced the grocery bag in one hand and held my door keys in the other.

Wiggling through the small hallway, I nearly tripped but caught myself and the bag in the last second.

„Stupid cartons." I hissed as I shoved the empty moving box aside, that had pushed itself into my way so blatantly. I made a note to myself, that I had to discard them later.

As I placed the bag on my kitchen counter, I shuffled over to the radio.

„Good food needs some good music." I mumbled to myself.

„I've never known a girl like you before,
Now just like in a song from days of yore,
Here you come a-knock knocking on my door,
Well I've never met a girl like you before.
You give me just a taste so I want more,
Now my hands are bleeding and my knees are raw,
'Cause now you got me crawling, crawling, on the floor.
And I've never known a girl like you before."

(Edwyn Collins – A Girl Like You)

...

„Never, never..." I sang along with the melody loudly as I kicked off my boots and hung my jacket and bag up the coathook.

If I was to survive the evening of snacks and chips, then I could cook properly now. So I sorted out the groceries and put up my cutting board for the vegetables.

„Ratatouille...?" I muttered to myself questioningly. Checking the bag for egg plants and zucchini, I decided to go with the plan and pulled out my kitchen knife.

I wasn't very skillful, when it came to cooking, but I was passionate. I loved it. Especially with some suiting music. I sliced the vegetables easily, without cutting any fingers off. Eyeing my process proudly, I heated up the oil in the pan, added the sliced pieces and contemplated, what was coming next.

„Ah. Tomatoes..." I snapped my fingers and grabbed the knife again. Looking through the peel and stems, that covered the kitchen work-space, I turned around.

They're still in the grocery bag, silly.

„You made me acknowledge the devil in me
I hope to God I'm talking metaphorically,
Hope that I'm talking alegorically..."

...

„Wahh-... Oh my god!" I yelled out. Shocked and incredibly horrified at the same time.

Without any further thinking my hand drove forward and the silver kitchen knife met raw flesh for the first time this evening.

I didn't know, what was happening, the sudden scare pulled my instincts out from their dark cave and made me just … do it. I still had my reflexes set on self-defense.

I stared at the coated figure standing right in front of me now. My legs stumbled backwards, suddenly weak. Automatically my hand slipped from the knife, leaving it stuck in place. I caught my trembling body on the kitchen counter behind me as I just gawked with wide eyes.

...

I couldn't believe it. I just stabbed a man. Oh wait. Scratch that. A demon.

„Dullard."

My eyes followed up the body to the source of the familiar deep, cold voice to his face.

He looked down at me, his tall figure undaunted. I flinched, when his hand suddenly shot up, but relaxed a tiny bit, as I saw, what he had aimed for.

His long fingers enclosed the hilt of the knife and pulled it out with no further regard, letting the metal hit the kitchen floor. It was the only sound, that echoed through the room, besides the radio, that was still roaring with some old-school rock music.

I swallowed hard at the lump, that had built up in my throat. I've reckoned with any intruder, but not this one. Vergil.

To my own surprise, there was no blood dripping from the wound, that seemed to be deep. The only indication of the gravity of the injury was the red liquid, that covered the discarded knife on the floor. It was completely drenched, up to the hilt. I knew from the experiments, which I happened to observe back at HEXAGON, that demons had incredibly fast regeneration, but normally would go down from a deep flesh wound, remaining unconscious until the body had repaired itself. Vergil however, did not even seem to twitch a single muscle in that moment.

As my fear slowly settled, my stubborn self returned.

„What are you doing here? Ever heard of knocking?"

„Would you have let me in, if I did so?"

I had not expected a counterquestion. Smart ass. I blinked a few times before mumbling creakily:

„Probably not... you scared me." I tried so hard not to pout, but failed. What was he expecting anyway? Just because he saved me once... okay. Twice! Didn't mean, that I would let him be my guest. Especially because he invited himself in so audaciously.

He remained silent and eyed me with creased eyebrows.

„What do you want?" I sighed in a defeated manner. „Money? Not smart to steal from a student, if you ask me. There's not much ... or is it food? Well, I just...oh crap!"

I hastily turned around to grab the pan, that was burning my neatly cut vegetables now.

„None of that." Was the simple, now distant answer. It came from the living room.

„Crap...!" I cursed as I unavailingly tried to save some of the zucchini pieces. Well, there went my food.

I grunted and cleared the stove from any charcoal, that was once a healthy vegetable slice. Dumping the ruined food, I rubbed my temples. I so hoped, that I could've lasted longer than a week in my safety bubble without any incidents. Oh well...

I mustered my mental and physical strength and prepared for the worst as I walked over into the living room.

„Could you turn this racket down? I can't hear my own thoughts." Vergil demanded in an incredibly lazy and irritated manner.

He laid, stretched out on my couch, his ankles crossed over the armrest. It looked funny at first, because his tall figure was obviously way too long for the supposed three seater. His attitude didn't make it funny, though. His coat had been placed over my armchair and his right hand held a book. The light was too dimmed for me to see, what the title said, but I was pretty sure, it was Egar Allan Poe. So he did come back for it...

I couldn't believe this man...

Making my way over to the radio, I started to form a sentence, which contained of any possible curse word, that I knew.

I'm not doing this for you. Bastard. I switched off the radio and was hit by ice cold silence. Time for me to talk...

I ventured to the living room again. I wanted to face him, whilst talking. If he was to pull any further stunts on me, I would see, what was coming for me.

As I opened my mouth to break out with the most horrible build of curses and insults, I was cut off, before I could even start.

Vergil briefly looked up from the page and gave me a small, but cocky smile.

„Thank you."

I literally felt the veins pumping against my temples in anger.

His now again cold and reserved demeanor fueled my rage even more.

„Stop ignoring me!" I spoke through clenched teeth. And nearly gave myself a facepalm, after realising, how pathetic and child-like this came out. I just hoped, that he wouldn't keep on at it.

He pierced my eyes with his icy ones, a sudden drift of pure fury mingling with his stony mask. His gaze could've sliced me into pieces. Incredibly deadly and cold. It caught me off guard and stunned me for a second.

He has some serious mood swings. I thought to myself.

„... noisy woman." He scoffed and turned his attention back to the book, leaving me hanging.

Well, at least I wasn't only a „human" anymore. I somewhat upgraded to „woman" now.

„Pesky demon." I crossed my arms in front of my chest and huffed.

This earned me an irritated glance and a raised eyebrow.

As I came to terms with myself, that this bickering wouldn't help me to get any answers, I began to relax a bit against the door frame.

„I believe you didn't come here to just read me a good-night story, huh?" I pointed at the book, that he held in his hand. „So...?"

He snorted shortly, but was seemingly annoyed, that he had to deal with me. He really reluctantly averted his gaze from the book and looked up at me, scrutinizing my whole appearance before speaking.

„Indeed, I did not." He paused, as he sat up and closed the book with a clap. „I came here to look after you." I straightened up. I finally got his attention.

„Thank you, but no thank you. I don't need to be pampered and especially not by you."

„I'm afraid so."

„And how is that? You can't tell me what to do!"

He remained dead silent.

„You don't intend to make me your prisoner, do you?" I laughed nervously.

„..." He clenched his jaw briefly.

„I've had enough of this..." I stormed off to my front door with a hasty mind. Turning the door knob in my hands, I hissed. Darn, where were my keys? I had the uncontrollable habit of locking my door and leaving the keys hanging in the lock, even if I was inside and home.

I stomped back into the living room.

„Are you looking for this?" He was completely devoted to the book again, only his hand stuck out, with my keys dangling from his index finger.

„Damn you..."

A sudden idea made its way to my brain. „What if I just jump then?"

I sprinted to the huge rounded living room window and opened the handles with a shriek.

Before I could even make another move, I found myself hanging in mid air, my arm, that was just a moment ago opening the window, now stretched above me. Vergil gripped me tightly, but he wasn't hurting me.

„Don't be stupid." He spoke in an earnest tone, which sent shivers down my spine. It came from right above my left ear. I could feel his breath tingling me. „Keep quiet now or I'll chain you up, human."

Human... and I thought, we made some progress.

I grunted frustratingly and frowned. When he realised, I wasn't going to try anything else, he let me go and strode over to the sofa again, settling himself with crossed ankles.

„Be grateful, that I allow you to decide." He rumbled as he opened the book again.

I exhaled through clenched teeth. This guy was not going to ruin the most important evening of the whole week for me. It was more than unfair to step into my life without warning and messing with it. Again. He seemed to push around and manipulate just as he pleased to. And eventhough he had written 'danger' all over him, the only thing that I could feel was anger and defiance. I was in this situation again, where I had to decide, whether I involve innocent and loved ones into my chaotic escapades, which I wasn't so involuntarily pushed in. I needed to contact Brooklyn or else she would show up in front of my flat and try to drag me out. Probably thinking I took a nap and overslept, which was most the case, when I was being late. And I could not imagine, what that demon would do to her,

Yeah, I still wasn't comfortable to call him by his given name. It seemed so strange...

I gulped as I made my decision. No, nobody, who didn't want to, had to know about the existence of the pure evil, thus demons. And I sure as hell wouldn't be the one to bring such misery over Brooks.

...

I needed to call her, before...

...

I sighed as I dragged my feet over to my comfortable armchair. Vergil didn't even look up as I walked past him. His complete being seemed to be focused on the written syllables on the pages.

I flopped down into the chair and exhaled audibly again. I observed his facial expressions and was greeted with a cold mask. The only thing, that twitched shortly, was the muscle in his jaw, inclining annoyance.

He was just as happy as me to be here, obviously.

Sitting there in complete silence, I found myself staring at Vergil. I so hoped for any reactions or even a slight indication of a conversation, but nothing.

He seemed so unworldly in that moment. His pale skin shimmered in the dimmed light, it looked somewhat like marble and I wondered, if it was as hard as it appeared under touch. The cheekbones stood high and cast a stark shadow. His now unclenched jaw was sharp and I traced the line to his lips, which he slightly pursed while reading. His keen nose looked so aristocratic and it gave off a hint of grand intelligence. My eyes travelled up to the bridge and to his slightly furrowed eyebrows. They were actually silver, but that didn't make them unvisible. Although the rest of him seemed rather lifeless, his eyes sparked with many things, I couldn't comprehend. It looked like a swirl of emotions and thoughts, but neatly hidden under his bland face. A few strands of likewise silvery hair stood out from his back-swept hairdo.

His whole being, coated in the dark clothing he was currently wearing, just seemed incredibly out of time. He looked like a man of great nobility, but also quite scary to be honest. I wondered, what had driven him to be like this... and furthermore, I wondered how old he actually was. Demons were supposed to live for millennia, if not for eternity...

I gasped in surprise as blue eyes shot up to meet mine, captivating them.

„Let's make a deal." He stated nonchalantly.

My heart started to beat faster all of a sudden. Damn it, calm down.

„You continue living your life, silently. And stop pestering me." He deadpanned me now. „And I restrain myself from oh-so-gladly tying you to that chair and gagging you." He pointed to my armchair I was now half sunken into.

Oh, well. I didn't expect it to be so easy.

I was starting to get nervous, as I looked up to the clock, which read 8:05 PM now. I was supposed to be on a bus ride to Brook's place now. I needed some unwatched time to make sure, she didn't jump to conclusions and pay me a visit.

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„Alright."

He turned his gaze to the book again. „Good."

We both knew, that I wasn't able to do anything about it anyway. He had my keys and moreover was fast as hell and could stop my pathetic trials in escape before I could even form a plan.

And that was it. I was more or less alone in my flat now. Just a silent ghost, who happened to read my books, accompanied me.

I stood up and went for my university bag, which I had left near my front door on the coathook. I paced through my small hallway and hugged myself. It felt strange. I knew, who he was and what he had done in the past. I repeated it in my head over and over again, to be on-guard. Still, he intrigued me.

I fished my cell phone out of the bag and stuffed it into my back pocket of my jeans. Fortunately I was wearing a long shirt, so the phone wasn't too obviously pushing its hard edges against the fabric.

Trying my best to just innocently walk past him, I couldn't help but notice something.

„How did you get in anyway?"

A scrutinizing glance. „The window was open."

I turned around, to look at the high window and shook my head. Despite my failure of escaping through it, I couldn't remember having it opened until now. I always checked every window in my apartment, before I left off for university or other business. It had been closed since morning.

Facing him again, I instantly opened my mouth to declare my observation, but he interrupted me.

„Didn't we just make a deal? Or should I remind you of the conditions again?" His voice was merely a threatening growl.

„Okay, one last question."

He raised a lazy eyebrow at me. I wasn't sure, if it was another threat or a sign for me to start asking.

So I just asked.

„What are you protecting me from? Is it the same scum we encountered back in Downtown?"

He immediately caught, what I was referring to.

...

„Pick one."

„What?"

„You asked me two questions. I granted you one."

I could feel my left eye twitch in uncontrollable spasms.

Suddenly Vergil smiled at me. A mischievous, sly and sarcastic smile. He was obviously amused now.

You like to play games, huh? I thought grimly. I wanted to slap that smirk right out of his face.

„I give up." Turning around and scuffling in direction to my bedroom, I waved his antics away with my right hand. There was no use in taking it further. It would probably only be a question of time, until he would stick to his original plan of tying me to the chair. And I didn't need that.

I guessed, that I already knew the answer. There were probably more demons out there, that were after me. But I lived a rather carefree life until now. In fact, that demon Vergil had killed in the small alley, before we were dragged into Limbo, was the first since I left HEXAGON. Aiden had possibly played a big part in keeping any demon away from us, so I just didn't notice. I shrugged and postponed my pondering for later.

Entering the room, I immediately closed the door behind me. Checking, that I was indeed alone, I pulled out the cell phone and hastily messaged Brooklyn. Calling her was in fact a bad idea after all. Vergil would notice in an instant and probably suspect, that I was calling for help like every other normal girl would do in this situation.

Yeah, normal. My ass. I guessed this kind of life just didn't suit me.

Brooks, sorry but I have to crash the evening. Not feeling too well. Maybe I make it later. xx"

You kidding, right? Damn, Joe. We need to fetch this later. Sleep it off xx"

„And now you make me lie to my best friend. Thanks. Moron." I mumbled and hit „send".

I bit my lip in regret and resentment. This wasn't going, how I all planned it. Although I was glad, that Brooklyn didn't consider any bold moves on me.

Exhaling from the relief, I sank onto the edge of my bed.

Suddenly the door handle was pushed down and the door slightly opened. I braced myself for anything, that would come for me.

But retreating footsteps were all I could hear. The door remained open with a slit.

I rose up, wondering what was going on.

„What was that for?" I asked into the gloomy living room.

„I need to hear you." His deep voice stated casually.

„I'm not going to do anything stupid, don't worry." I scoffed.

„Good for you."

I snorted at that. Since the door was still mostly closed, I didn't make a fuzz about it. If he needed to eavesdrop on me, then let him.

Pulling out some comfortable leggings and a cardigan, I made sure to stand behind the door while removing my clothes. This was going to be a long evening.

Deciding, that there was not much to do with my unwanted bodyguard, I pulled out my drawing pencils and some paper and slumped onto my bed again.

Might as well get some work done...

It was past midnight when I rubbed my knuckles. The graphite of the pencils had rubbed onto my left hand and covered in a shimmery silver.

Obvious leftie problem.

I was startled by a mild squeak, that came from my door. It was being opened.

Observing the door with wide eyes, I gulped and froze.

Vergil slid past the door, looking highly concentrated with his ever so creased eyebrows.

„Good evening." I greeted the intruder, slightly amused by his shifting in the door frame.

He seemed to ignore me as he began to pace through the room with his arms crossed behind the back. I couldn't help but notice, the ripped cloth if his button-down shirt, where I accidently stabbed him before. The hint of flesh underneath was a pale, but smooth tone, no injuries inclined.

„Can I help you with something?" I asked sardonically. More than surprised of his sudden appearance.

„What are you doing?" He asked without any emotions. I doubted, that he was really interested in it.

„Oh, I'm finishing some artworks for university class."

„I can see that." Then why did you ask?

He seemed unsettled and I couldn't read him.

„Do you mind, if I take a look?" He pointed at the various sketches, that were spread across my bed.

„Uh, sure. Go ahead." Now I was the one to crease my eyebrows. There was probably a hitch somewhere.

He picked up some of the drawings I did of human concepts, my study of bird wings and tails and a nude life drawing of a student, which were held once in a week at the academy. I considered to do this myself once. I could've needed the decent money, but too much body-shaming was crashing the possibility.

Vergil scrutinized everything without flinching one bit. I found myself staring again. I somewhat wanted to hear his opinion, but wasn't disappointed, when he silently skimmed through my work.

When my eyes landed on his fingers, that so swiftly turned the sheets, I slapped my hand against my head in realisation.

The one study I still had to make. Hands. And I can only do this with a proper model to guide me.

I would've used Brooklyn, but since I was already drawing and Vergil was here...

„Can I use you?" I blurted out.

Irritated eyes shot up to meet mine.

„Pardon?"

„Uh-mh. I- I mean y-your hands, can I use them?-..." I stammered nervously whie scratching the back of my head, my skin probably changing a few shades into red. I shook my head briefly. Good job, Joelle.

„I mean, I need to draw a study of your hand. Just. Would you sit please?" I smiled nervously. This was going in the wrong direction. As he didn't make any indication of declining, I cleared the space on my bed next to me. Vergil strode over and sat, the additional weight pushing the mattress down.

He seemed quite cooperative all of a sudden. Or maybe he just got bored and needed some occupation. I didn't oppose however.

„What should I do?" He asked with a serious tone.

„Lift up your hands, so I can see them." I reached out to grab his right hand, which was hovering in front of him, and adjusted it right before me. „There."

Sensing, that Vergil stiffened up a bit from the sudden touch, I let his hand go again.

I didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable, because I really needed to get this study done. And he had pretty nice hands to be honest.

„Indeed fascinating. To think, that fingers only consist of tendons with no muscles..." His deep voice rumbled next to me. Where did this just come from?

I simply nodded in approval, too busy getting all my supporting lines and basic structure of the study going. We fell into a rather relaxed silence, only the scratching of my pencil over the paper was heard.

As I got into more detail with his knuckle, I noticed something.

„You're shaking. No need to be nervous." I slightly giggled and when I looked up to him, he shot me an ice cold glare, silencing my laughter. Without any further commentary, I placed his hand onto my knee unconsciously. Too caught up in the process of my work...

Vergil froze next to me, but didn't indicate to pull away.

„Is this your prior hand? I mean, you are righthanded, aren't you?"

„I am, yes."

...

So this is his fighting hand... I wonder, how many lives must've been eradicated by it...

I smiled grimly and nodded in acknowledgement.

„So, your brother must be left-handed then."

Curious eyes mixed with surprise and scepticism pierced me. „You know my brother?"

It sounded more like a statement, than a question.

„Where I come from, I was taught the Legend of Sparda on a daily basis." I rolled my eyes sarcastically. Expecting a more sympathetic reaction, I smiled a crooked smile at him. I was answered with a rather scrutinizing glare.

„Is that so..." Vergil made a brief pause. „And no, he is not."

„That's strange." I smiled to myself, glad that he ineed replied to my question.

„Care to define?" He asked, seemingly annoyed, that I was answering so shortly.

„Well, I heard that, when you got breast-fed as a baby, you tend to become either lef- or right-handed, depending on the side you fed off."

Vergil gazed at me utterly confused and slightly amused by my sudden statement. Exactly what I wanted to see. I could play games, too! Well, maybe just humble ones, but still...

„I apologize for destroying your delusional moment, but have you ever considered, that my brother and I couldn't have been hungry at the same time?"

„Oh." I hastily looked down onto my piece of sketched paper. It was true, I haven't thought that far. It had just been a thought, that passed through my mind really. I blamed it on the late night.

„Nonetheless, it is nonsense."

„You can't prove it, can you?"

He eyed me in an odd way, but remained silent.

I noticed now, that his hand still rested on my knee and it was getting hotter there by the second. It almost felt like his touch was burning through the dark fabric of my trousers. I quickly pulled his hand upwards and brought it closer to my face, pretending to just study his fingers more intensely.

„Did you know, although you are twins, your finger prints are completely individual?" Vergil tilted his head slightly to the side, as I spoke. He probably was uncomfortable, that I suddenly had the upper hand in the conversation, knowing a few facts about his background. „Humans are fascinating."

...

As realisation struck me, I slowly looked up to him through shadowed eyes. He raised a silver eyebrow at me and I could've sworn, I saw a slight smile for a second.

„I mean, uh. Human bodies and maybe half-demons, too." This was going to be just the greatest conversation of awkwardness ever. For me, there actually existed no such thing as a half breeds. Demons were evil, whether they were wrapped in a human shell like a bad birthday present or not. Still a normal demon didn't look that human like Vergil obviously did.

There was the silence again for a few moments.

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„You must be pretty similar to each other, considering, that you're twins 'n' all."

„I have to disappoint you there. We are not, gladly." The dark undertone made me slightly shiver.

„Oh, so he's the complete opposite?" I blabbered on, semi-focused on my drawing while talking.

„One can say so." A grim smile played around his mouth.

„Hah! So he's small, hideous and weak, but funny and lovable?" It should've been a joke.

I bit my lip in regret. Why did I just say that?!

The heat crept up to my cheeks and I hastily looked away again. My own game shouldn't be turned against me!

„No, we look quite alike." I glanced up to meet his expressionless mask. Vergil stared at me without flinching a tiny bit. He most likely had reached the point, where he already thought rather lowly of me. This outburst of dumbness must've been no surprise to him.

„...and you are correct. Dante- he had always dealt with human matters in a more … socially accepted way, than I have." I was striking a chord right there.

Was this cocky guy just admitting defeat to me in answering my obviously stupid and unnecessary question? Or maybe, he was just playing with me again... anyway, his serious and more lively tone in his deep voice was unexpected, but not unwelcome...

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Thank you for reading this rather long chapter! I'll be writing on the next one right away, hope to get it done next week. ;)
See ya!

Lisa x