I don't own DMC, but I sure wish I couldv'e thought it up first. I'd be RICH! GAHAH! Love you!

(P.S - Celestial touch is more kick ass then this. I suggest you read it for a good work out on the imagination, no joke.)

TehOdd1 Xoox

General Point of Viewing:

"So we have to save Angel from the Eastern Queen's private quarters?" Trish asked coolly, snatching up a slice of pizza before Dante.

The said red Sparda nodded, and frowned at the pizza in Trish's hand.

"Yeah. Verge said private quarters to the left, on the farthest side away from the Wall. Verge thinks that Jacinta is gunna want a piece of her too, but if she gets her hands on her, she'll kill her, and Emily thinks that will piss Verge off, so..."

"It's complicated." Trish nodded through a mouthful of food. "But I'm in."

"It's not only complicated." Vergil said quietly, pushing off from the shadows to lean against Dante's desk. "It's delicate. There are going to be countless guards. It really wouldn't surprise me if some of Emily's own spawn are there."

Trish nodded, and swallowed down her pizza, taking care with her next words. "Vergil, why do both Queens of Hell want you so bad? I think we have a fair right to know." she said smoothly.

Vergil did not make a move. His face remained devoid of any and all emotion. He looked like a statue.

"They want me to father their children."

"I know." said Trish, sitting on the other side of Dante's desk. Dante was watching the banter like a tennis match, without so much as a movement- except for the flicking of his eyes.

"But I know the pure bred demons of Hell hate him for having human blood in him. Why would they not condemn you for it like they do him?"

Vergil blinked at the overly observant woman. His hand reached up, and gently touched the tip of her nose.

Dante knew what he was thinking. The resemblance to their mother tripped him out sometimes, and it got hard to please a sexually frustrated Trish when his mother kept staring back at him.

"Because my mother," he breathed, his fingertip tracing the edge of her nose. "Was a human, with abilities. She was... gifted."

"Gifted?" repeated Dante, sitting up slightly. "Waddaya mean, Verge?"

Vergil dropped his hand away from the more than stunned woman, and turned to Dante.

"They only confuse your human heritage with filth. Our mother was not filth, Dante. They tease it, taunt you with it, because it offends you. They hate you for killing so much of their kin."

Dante blinked. "You've never been called a filthy half-breed?" he asked boredly.

Vergil lifted his chin, his eyes flashing. It had been the most emotion he'd shown since Dante left his basement.

"They barely finished the scentence before I ripped their limbs from there joints. Never again, little brother." he nodded knowingly.

Dante smirked. "Heartless bastard." he chuckled.

"But that still doesn't explain anything." Trish said gently, not wanting to make him mad. "How was she gifted?"

"With magic." Vergil replied coolly.

Dante blinked.

"Our mother was a witch?"

Vergil shook his head, pushed off of Dante's desk and started to pace. "She wasn't a witch. Witches gain their magics over the course of their lifetimes. Our mother, Dante, was a rare breed of Wicca."

"She was a Wiccan?"

"No." he said slowly, sighing. He turned around, eyed Trish, then Dante. "Across my research, I found that the type of Wicca our mother was, came from ancient priests, and in later years, priestesses. She was the most natural, and powerful, of her kind in over three thousand years."

"So, what, we have this magic stuff in us too?" Dante asked, swinging down onto all four legs and leaning on his desk.

"Not at all. Wicca doesn't pass from woman to child. It is complicated, and the only true pattern I could find, was true power sprouts in the more capable of siblings, regardless of weather it was son, daughter, grandchild or spouse."

"That's crazy." said Trish, her eyes going wide. "A spouse, as in, wife or husband?"

Vergil nodded. "Quite off topic, but yes. Only one person in a family can ever have the power."

Dante blinked.

"That's why our father fell for her so hard." he mumbled, beginning to pace. "She literally had some kind of power over him."

"So they think that they'll not only get the blood of Sparda, but the chance at some kind of witch thing?"

Vergil inclined his head slightly. "Exactly."

Dante whistled lowly. "Wow. What exactly were you researching, Verge-?"

The door burst open, and Amy came in, running fast and panting hard.

"God, Dante, you gotta help me-!"

"What?" Dante was lucky he was on all fours of the chair, because Amy had jumped so hard into his arms he swung back. "Amy, geeze girl, what's wrong?"

"B-B-Bree!" She sobbed, wrapping her arms around his throat. "I-I- There was a Faust-! A-A-And I was too busy tryin' to kill it with t-this STUPID damning knife-!" something clattered to the floor. Trish picked up the tiny flick blade.

"The guy with that eye gl-glass thingy, he pick-cked her up and gave her to some smokin' hott French guy! He flew away, and he s-s-said it was supposed to be me-!"

"It's okay, Amy." Dante said, lifting her legs across his lap so she was sobbing into his shoulder. "What did he say?"

"S-S-Somthin' about bein' a queen?" she sniffed.

"He took Bree to be his queen?"

"He c-called her Amy. He thought she was me."

Dante looked up to Vergil, who was stoic, but knowing.

"Verge...?"

"The Williams sisters are almost as special as our mother. Their blood is...Intoxicating. They are descendants of a powerful-"

"WHAT ABOUT BREE?" Amy howled, glaring at him. "She's just been taken away by some God damning THING! And you want to get into my family tree? FUCK YOU!"

"Easy, babe, easy." Dante said, pulling her back into his lap. She sobbed and started crying again, and he rubbed her back. "It's okay, kid. I'll get her back."

Vergil's eyelashes lowered. He was tired of waiting - but infuriating Dante was not something he could afford to do. So he quietly seethed in the corner, and folded his arms across his chest.

"This is all so confusing." murmured Trish. "First Angel gets taken, then Bree in Amy's place...Come to think of it...Has anyone seen Alex?" she looked pointedly at Dante, who might've been blushing if he wasn't glaring.

"Nope. She ran off, 'member?"

"The sisters of Ruby." mumbled Vergil, eyeing Amy, who glared her heart out at him. "I thought so."

"What? Verge, man, I don't think we have time for - "

"Trust me, Dante. Once this gets out, you'll have a rather large decision to make." he said quietly. "I've always known, since staying with Angel, but you, who has some kind of emotional tie to the middle child, has to decide."

"Decide what?" growled Dante. "What's wrong with Alex?"

"The sisters of Ruby." Trish said, eyes wide and forgotten pizza slipping from her fingers. "I thought it was myth...?"

"Myths are often exaggerated from the truth." said Vergil, speaking to Trish. "That's why they are myths - they usually do have the element of truth about them, but over time are lost o countless wild imaginations. I don't know how much you truly do know, but judging by the look of horror on your face, you know something of truth."

Trish swallowed, and turned to look at Amy. "The youngest of Ruby."

"Yes." said Vergil, standing beside his mother -look- alike to watch Amy peer at them from behind Dante's arm. "The youngest."

"Can someone please explain to me what the Hell is goin' on?" Dante growled, shielding Amy from their watchful gaze.

"Oh, Dante." Trish breathed, tears fogging her eyes. "Of course you fall for the middle child. I knew there was something so wrong about her."

"What? C'mon Trish, quit playin'." he narrowed his eyes. "This isn't funny."

"No it's not." Trish replied in a whisper, tears pooling in her eyes. "This isn't funny at all."

"We have stumbled across an age old cycle." said Vergil, his eyes never leaving Amy. "The hunt for power, world domination, love, the meaning of life. We have found the three beings in the entire cosmos that have the answers."

"I don't have the answers to anything!" Amy said hotly, pulling Dante's arm from her face to speak. "I can't even tell you what seven times nine is-!"

"Regardless of fundamentals." Vergil said quietly, cutting off the near screaming girl. "You are the youngest of Ruby - you are above mathematics. You understand life in all forms."

"The hell I do!" she growled.

It was quiet from there, with the juke box playing static in the background and the pizza almost withering with the heat of the glare exchanged from Amy to Vergil. A little mouse saw it fit to make a run across the room. Not that anyone cared.

"Verge, man." Dante said lowly, after a while of just playing with the curls in Amy's hair. "Is Alex and Amy in danger?"

Vergil's eyes were shadowed. "You have no idea. The sheer proportion of the events about to occur. This would have our father quaking where he stood. Monumental."

"So what is it?" Amy asked forcefully, narrowing her eyes at Vergil. "What am I, exactly?"

Vergil blinked.

"This may not make sense to the others, Amy." he said smoothly. "But you, who has a higher comprehension of all things in every world, may. Bear with me, whilst I gather my straying thoughts."

Vergil's eyebrows pulled together, ad he fidgeted with the buttons on his coat.

Sure, they should be using this time to save his human, but he knew she was more than capable of handling herself for a time. All he needed to do was get this story out there, into his brother's head and into the youngling's ears. He noticed that Trish was crying without a noise or a movement, letting tears slip down her cheeks.

"Okay." he breathed, nodding slightly.

"In the beginning..."