Most of him felt cold.
But as Vergil awoke for the second time in the cave he noticed that some of him felt warmer than the rest.
After opening his eyes, which blinked a few times because of the sun which was starting to filter into the cave, he saw why.
The girl, Diva, was lying against him.
A happy sleeping expression was on her face as she breathed softly against his chest.
Apparently he'd moved from sitting up against the wall to lying down while asleep.
Her face lay on his chest while the rest of her was curled up next to him trying to use the heat that was coming off him to keep her warm.
Diva's right hand lay on his chest as well and for a moment he felt strange, but then the "chevalier" thing kicked in and it no longer bothered him.
Though being affected by something he didn't want to was irritating, at least he didn't feel strange about the contact anymore.
After a few more moments of waiting Vergil realized he had just tried to make a bad situation positive; a human trait.
"Regardless of my response, I lose. Either I feel strange, her being close like this. Or I have something influencing my thoughts without my permission." He thought to himself while waiting for the sun's rays to shine into the cave more.
As it was now he couldn't reach the softer portions of the wall which looked much more like ice than the walls in the shadows did.
Her hand tightened and she leaned into him more; making his mind describe her as something he'd never thoguht of before.
Humans called it "cute" but he'd be damned if he used one of their words.
So he spent the next few minutes coming up with his own word before Diva's eyes slowly slid open to look up at him.
However, instead of her moving off him as he'd half-expected half-wanted her to, she hugged him tightly.
When Diva noticed he wasn't responding as much as she'd wanted him to she frowned.
"What're you thinking about?" She asked, mildly upset.
Vergil had been in such deep and continuous thought as to how he would find a new word it was almost as if he had asked himself the question.
So when he responded "I'm trying to think of another word other than cute." Vergil instantly became anxious at the realization he'd answered out loud.
The girl smiled again.
"Who are you calling cute?" She asked, teasing.
"N- no one!" He yelled, on the defensive.
The girl got off him and giggled, making him even more anxious.
"Stop giggling! Stop it this instant!"
His last sentence just made her laugh harder, making Vergil feel just that much stupider.
"Damn human emotions. Absolutely no help at all." He said angrily inside his head.
After that he pushed himself up to his feet and walked over to Yamato and its sheathe; picking them both up.
The girl stopped laughing and looked at him with interest.
Vergil looked up at the light on the walls which was gradually filling up the small room more and more.
But they'd been down here long enough and this was getting… boring was the only word he could think of.
"Time to go." He said out loud, knowing that despite his preferences it was to prepare Diva.
She brushed the snow off her dress and walked up next to him.
Then the two used their unique way of moving quickly; Vergil air-tricking while Diva after-imaged, to get up to where the sun was already on the walls, and Vergil thrust Yamato into the softer wall.
As expected, it gave little resistance and soon Vergil was standing on Yamato.
Diva was absent he noticed and for a moment he felt amused, thinking he would hear her land on the ground below any second now.
But when the only sound he heard was a voice calling down "Hey! What's taking so long?" to him from above Vergil felt himself going insane.
"Lost to a little girl." He mumbled to himself before air-tricking up and pulling Yamato out of the wall at the same time, landing with a flip on the ground above.
Diva was already looking at the gate, which had fortunately not been covered by a landslide as the rest of the area had.
Most of the clearing, including the "archway" they'd come through was covered in piles of ice and snow that had fallen while the Wolare was thrashing on the ground.
Speaking of that thing, it was definitely dead now; the huge creature lying in a heap exactly where it had fallen down before.
Either it had died from the wound Vergil gave it or the wound had made its body unable to contend with the cold conditions of the area.
Regardless, the demon was no longer a threat; how it had died was unimportant.
He walked towards the gate, casually slashing the doors in half with Yamato as he did so.
Then when he reached the gate Vergil kicked the space where the doors met and the various pieces of it flew outward; flying into a perfectly white sky.
Vergil had to look away and bring up his arms to protect his eyes from the unnatural brightness of what was obviously Mundus' inhabitance.
After a few seconds he was able to look out at the location, despite him still having to squint his eyes for a minute.
The sky, as he'd already observed, was pure and shining white.
The sphere up in the sky, which could have been either a moon or a sun, was black. Though everything was still somehow illuminated.
A massively wide and tall tower jutted up into the sky, seeming to go through the strangely dark grey clouds and connect the ground with whatever that black sphere was.
The tower, he noticed, was the polar opposite of Temen-ni-gru.
It had no broken portions and was perfectly cut into four clean sides.
Every hundred feet or so there were decorations such as gargoyles and other elaborate spikes coming off of the tower's corners.
Though the top of the tower couldn't be seen since it rose above the clouds the tower seemed to become smaller and more pointed near the top.
The whole thing was made of what resembled black obsidian, while the endless stretch of marble tiles that filled the rest of the acres of this area was white.
"Like an angelic tower from oblivion or a demonic tower from bliss." Vergil thought, mentally commenting on just how glorified Mundus' idea of an area was.
"A demon that believes themself a god would have taste for this kind of scenery." Vergil thought out loud, mentally smirking at just how pathetic Mundus was, despite his status as the king of this world.
"Too bad he doesn't have diplomatic immunity." He thought in an arrogant manner similar to Dante.
After all, he owed it to his brother to include him in this even if he couldn't be here.
Vergil just knew Dante would have loved to fight with the prince of darkness.
"But I don't require his, or anyone else's help." Vergil once again thought out loud, though he hadn't noticed.
"If my father did it, I should be able to do it too."
Sorry for the shortness of the chapter. I'm not completely sure what I want to do next, but I figured I might as well give you all what I had now. Thanks for the reviews(four in one day! I'm psyched!) I want to make the next chapter really good since it'll be the twenty-second one and I have a kind of affinity for numbers that reflect themselves.(11, 22, 33, etc.) That being said, it may take longer to update than usual. It all depends on how motivated I am.
By the way H-bomber, I can't really think of an answer to your question other than to reply with "Behold the power of Sparda!" Ridiculous impersonations aside I suppose the reason I'm able to do so is because I don't worry about the quality of my chapters(though I still put a lot of work and thought into it I just don't stress over them). But my biggest reason is because I have the reviews, favorites and alerts everyone's given me to inspire me to do more. I'd probably still be on chapter 10 or whatever if I hadn't ever gotten any sign that people liked this story. You are all the vital stars to the life bar that is my inspiration... I'm going to leave now before I get any lamer.