13/07/15. Err...hello my readers, I'm terribly sorry for not updating for like...half a year. I'm so sorry. I just had this massive writer's block and I still have it, but this is what I managed to write so far so decided to upload. It's kinda filler-ish. Enjoy?


MADAME LILITH

"Hm...Mallet Island, properties to let..."

Trixie was on Vergil's tablet computer when the door opened; she glanced up and away from the screen to see Dante dragging in a familiar woman through the doorway and she gasped – it was none other than Madame Lilith. Immediately, Vergil stood up from his seat on the couch, having been waiting anxiously for Dante's return.

"You little rat bastard!" Lilith was screaming as he slammed the door shut behind them, "You won't get away with this! When he finds out, he'll crush you like a bug!"

"Shut up." Dante snapped; he forced her to kneel before them.

"This is no way to treat a woman – "

"As if you qualify." came Dante's dry response, which elicited a hiss from Lilith; turning to the two in the room, he glanced from his twin to the stunned Trixie. "I got her. What now?"

Vergil was the first to speak: "Are you hurt?"

"Nope." Dante replied; leaving Lilith on the floor, he crossed his arms and smirked as Trixie went over to him. "Hey."

"Dante." She greeted him with an embrace in which he responded by wrapping his arms around her securely. He kissed her lightly on the side of her cheek as Vergil began to circle Lilith; the demoness appeared stunned by his presence.

"...Twins." She murmured in disbelief, "Sparda had twins with the whore?!"

"Be quiet." Vergil said; as usual, his tone was very calm and composed. "If you don't want us to harm your child, you will cooperate with us."

Embittered by the situation, Lilith said nothing but cradle a hand over her stomach. "I want my hair." She uttered, and Vergil and Dante shot glances at one another.

"Why is she bald?" Trixie whispered, and Dante shrugged.

The demoness was bald before them, after all. She was still dressed in that revealing pink dress and her gloves and heels, yet it did nothing but to heighten her sagging, discolored skin. Trixie almost pitied the woman as Dante kept her close to him with his arm wrapped around her waist.

"No; you are in no position to make demands." Vergil stated, with a firm shake of his head. Glancing at Dante, he said, "Get the camera. We're doing this now."

...

That night, Trixie lay wide awake in bed.

The ransom video had been taped and sent; Mundus would see it soon and then Kat would return to them, hopefully safe and unharmed... She tossed and turned to the other side and curled underneath the blanket, troubled. This was really it. There was no turning back; Mundus' demons were relentlessly looking for them. They were hiding in a warehouse...they were holding Mundus' mistress captive...holding his spawn for ransom...

She immediately sat up when she heard the door open and Dante shuffled into the room, shrugging his jacket off and leaving himself clad in his vest and pants. "Hey." He said, when he noticed that she was still awake.

"Hey." She replied.

Dante sidled to her with his hands in his pockets and climbed onto the bed aloofly, making her inch closer to the edge even though there was clearly no space for two. "You okay?"

"I can't sleep."

He grinned and stretched over the bed, grabbing her pillow and fluffing it behind his head. "C'mere." He said, holding his arms out for her, and Trixie lowered herself to lie beside him whilst he took the covers and pulled the blanket over them both. Draping an arm around her waist, he settled her to lie over him where she gingerly placed her head over his chest. "Comfy?"

"Yeah." She murmured. They drifted into a brief silence until she looked up at him, "Dante?"

He had his eyes closed. "...What?"

"Can I show you something? I was looking at some property today, and I saw this nice house out in Mallet Island."

"Mallet Island, huh? Ain't that a bit far from Limbo City?"

"Yeah... but...I think it's nice." She said as she grabbed Vergil's tablet computer off the table and switched it on. She found the page she had been looking at previously and showed it to him – the house that she had been looking at during his mission at the Devil's Dalliance. "Don't you think so too?"

He promptly sat up in bed with her propped up in his lap; rubbing at his chin, he squinted his eyes at the screen and then shrugged casually, "Looks alright."

"The rent's not too bad. It's affordable - the same as the trailer. It's only one bedroom though."

"That's good enough for me." He replied, with his arms snaked around her waist, he tightened his hold on her and held her close to him, kissing her neck.

"What about Vergil?"

He pulled away. "What about Vergil?" And when she bit down on her lip, he chuckled. "Trix, Verge doesn't have to live with us."

"But I thought you'd want him to – "

"Nah, I know we're brothers but...he can't really."

"Why not?"

"Well...y'know, cos I got you." He murmured, rubbing the back of his head, "Three's a crowd, Trix. You don't have to worry about us. I got this." He added, before he took her hand and ran his fingertip along her ring. "You want one?"

"Want what?"

He shrugged. "Y'know...a ceremony or some shit like that. I mean, I...didn't think of anything else."

She laughed in response, shaking her head, "No...that's okay. I'm happy with this."

"Alrighty then, but don't say I didn't ask ya."

"It's fine, Dante. I know you don't like stuff like that." She replied. Besides, she didn't have any family to invite.

They settled into another silence with him pondering her words. Before he knew it, he gave her a tighter squeeze and murmured, "Stay with me, Trix. Always."

She smiled, nodded, and then shifted in his hold so she was now facing him; draping her arms around his neck, she leaned forwards and he did the same, their lips meeting. When they pulled away, she stroked the side of his face, running her finger over the scar on his brow and muttered, "I will. I love you."

He smirked, lowering himself back over the mattress with her lying underneath him. "I know."

"I think you're supposed to say 'I love you too'."

"Nah, that's too corny; Trix, I've always been more of the physical type, you should know that by now." He murmured against her lips, kissing her briefly again.

She sighed lightly. "I know that all too well." And his hands proceeded to delve under her top, pushing it up over her stomach; next, he began to fumble with his pants, pulling on the zipper, and she said, "What are you doing?"

"What does it look like?"

"You want to – now? Here?"

He began removing his vest, throwing it over his shoulders and leaving himself with only his red pendant around his neck. He cracked his neck, tilting his head left and right before flexing his muscles. "I need you."

"Vergil's in the next room."

"So?"

"We shouldn't be doing this; he could hear us."

He repeated, "So?"

She sighed again. "Well...we need to be quiet. Vergil likes the quiet, Dante." She replied, before she began to remove her own garments. Once they were unclothed, he pinned her wrists to the sides of her head, trapping her.

"Quiet? You gotta be shittin' me." He said with a chuckle, and she smacked him playfully on the arm. As he guided himself into her entrance, he penetrated her with one slick thrust and a satisfied sigh escaped from both their lips. Their eyes met and she lifted her legs instinctively, hooking them around his waist so he could adjust himself better. Grinning, he added, "This is why Vergil can't live with us." Then he started thrusting.

...

Vergil opened the door to Dante and Beatrice's room to see Dante sitting at the edge of his bed with her in his lap, straddling him; Dante's pants were halfway down his legs whilst she appeared to be missing her skirt. Both were wrapped up tightly in each other's embrace, moaning intensely, and his eyes widened slightly and then he turned away, clearing his throat.

However, to his surprise, not only did they stop but –

"Want to join us?"

Vergil woke up with a start.

Glancing around the dark room, he frowned, his eyebrows knitting intensely. Throwing the covers off himself, he stood up and left the room silently. Once he arrived at the door to Dante and Beatrice's room, he opened it slightly to see them huddled on the bed, a pile of their clothes littered on the floor. It wasn't too hard to guess that it did happen albeit they were both probably asleep. Dante was holding her possessively with his arm tight around her.

Frowning, he closed the door and then rounded to the back of the shack and opened the last door.

There was Lilith seated at the corner, bound behind the seals he had put up, preventing her escape or any means to contact Mundus. Once he arrived, she gazed at him from head to toe and her thick, putrid lips curled into a sneer. "Oh my, what time do you call this?"

"Lilith, I know it was you." He said sternly.

"Me? Oh, right. I get what you're talking about. Did you enjoy it?" She said with a snicker. Glancing at her gloved fingers, she said with a sigh, "...Did you join in? No? That's too bad...you could've had a good time...You could've used that to unwind. You're far uptight than Dante; I can tell straight away... Bottling up all those emotions behind that icy mask of yours is unhealthy. You should be more like your brother."

Being compared to Dante irritated him to a certain extent. "What did you do?"

She sighed lightly, her thick lips widening wickedly. "...Nephilim, I am the owner of the most popular nightclub in Limbo City...a lot happens in there. Surely you must realize precisely what I specialize in."

"I know." He said, "I know exactly what you are capable of."

Lilith crooned, "Then you should enjoy it whilst it lasts, Nephilim."

...