The death of Joe had caused a massive riot across Ckville.
The people of Ckville were tried of nobles of their city getting away with everything and Joe's death had been the last straw.
The people gathered at the entrance of the noble quarter, screaming, shouting and demanding to be let in. They wanted Lord Kay and his men to be responsible for the death of the young soldier and the other injustices that Lord Kay had committed. Soon the gathering became violent.
The guards' of the noble quarter started to attack the people hoping that it would disperse but that only lead to deaths of more people. And those deaths lead to the people fighting back.
The fighting had been going on for a month now.
The hospitals in Ckville are neutral ground. So many citizens would flock to the hospital for protection from the violence and destruction outside on the streets.
And like previous riots, Saint Mirajane was swamped with many patients with severe injuries and limbs that needed to amputate. Along with families taking shelter, every available nurse was called in to help.
To add to the mayhem Vilho hadn't returned from the capital yet. It was most likely that he was being kept outside the city walls until the riots had clam down. Meaning that Janette was still in charge.
Even with Viji help the patients just kept coming. Nearly all the beds were filled.
Her and Viji managed to get a break during a quiet moment in the riots.
"Vilho must be going crazy outside the walls," Viji said.
"You can say that again," Janette sighed into her cup of tea. "I wish he was here so one of us could sleep," She complained with a yawn.
The two of them were drawn away from their conversation by a loud noise coming from Viji's office. The two women looked into the office to see Viji's husband trying to entertain their hyper-act daughter. Viji sighed at her family.
Janette smiled at the small family before downing the rest of her tea.
"Why don't you spend some time with your family whilst it's quiet," Janette told her.
"Are you sure?" Viji asked.
"Yeah," She answered. "I'll get Debbie to get you if happens. Though you'll probably hear it before someone comes to get you," Janette said.
The month of riots had made Janette forget her worries about Vergil and the marriage as her mind was more focus on her patients.
A few more days pass with an influx of patients that filled the rest of the hospital beds.
Janette and Viji had to work through the nights to make sure that every patient that came in during those few days was taken care off.
When the two doctors were finished it was a quiet period during the riots.
"Janette, go and take a nap," Viji told her.
"What!?" Janette gasped. "I can't do that! We still have to go around and do the rounds," She said.
"You did yourself the another when you gave me some time with my family," Viji told her. "Any way you need it. You hadn't slept much during this riot and you weren't sleeping well before the riot so, you definitely need it," She said walking away to start doing the round herself.
Janette was left standing in the hallway by herself. She sighed then run a hand through her (dirty) hair.
'I guess she right,' She thought as she made her way to her office.
Janette threw herself onto the old couch crammed into the corner of her tiny office. Soon as her head hit the couch's arm she was fast asleep.
A scream pierced through the hospital.
'What's going on?' She question.
The brunette shook her head to get rid of her dizziness. Once it was gone Janette dashed out of her office.
It sounded like the scream came from the entrance hall.
When she got to the large hall she could see the citizens and patients were backing away from a small group of people not far from the front door.
The group consisted of men dressed expensive and refine armour and what looked a uniform underneath. The men were brandishing their weapons. These men were most likely hired by a noble to cause trouble. But to attack hospital!
As Janette weaved through the crowd she spotted a familiar face in the middle of those men.
Anger filled her vein as she pushed her to the front.
"Dante!" Janette yelled. "What the earth are you doing…" She started to yell but faded away when she got a good look at the looked at the man in the middle of the intruder.
He had the same face as Dante along with the same pure hair and steely blue eyes. But this man was completely different from her friend. He was clean-shaven and his hair slick back. The clothing that he was wearing were expensive and superior to anything that the nobles in Ckville would wear.
'An outsider,' She realised. "Who do you think you are!? Walking into a hospital branding your weapons!" She yelled at them as moved closer.
The man surrounding him raised their weapons as she drew closer, protecting the handsome white man in the centre.
The man's steely blue stared right at her, giving her an uncomfortable feeling. A feeling she that she had felt once before in the dark and lonely tunnels of the Cedar Labyrinth, outside the king's office as he told his advisors the fate he had planned for her.
"Janette!" She heard Viji yelled from the crowd behind her.
The doctor turned her head to search for her colleague taking a step back. When she did a hand gripped her upper arm. Janette snapped her head back to see that the white-haired man was gripping her arm.
"Let go of me!" She demanded.
The man didn't let go but pulled her closer to him. His guard removed their weapons to let her closer to him as possible.
Janette tried to get out of his grip but it was too strong.
Janette could only think up of one plan to get herself free. So using her free arm she slapped the man across his face with the back of her hand. The shock allowed her to free her captured arm. Janette made sure to put some distance between her and the men.
"Your Majesty," The guards all gasped.
'Your Majesty…'
Her body froze at those words.
It was him; The man who plans to end her life that she worked so hard for.
The man with the white was Son of Sparda.
The half-demon who wanted to marry her for power.
Vergil.
"Janette!" Viji called to her when she finally got through the crowd.
"I'm sorry Viji," She whispered. "I'll be leaving you in charge of the hospital," She informed the other doctor.
"What!?" Viji exclaimed.
She watched as Janette raised one of her arms. Her fingers were straight with her thumb tucked into her palm. The younger doctor poured her magic into her arm and then into her hand. When there was enough magic gathered she'd fired a shoot at Vergil.
Janette didn't stay to see if the shot hit him as she merged into the crowd of fleeing patients and citizens. She could hear a guard yelling for her capture.
She darted down a hallway to the back the hospital and into the room where they stored the dead bodies, waiting for families to collect them. The room had a small door so the bodies could be discreetly removed, the perfect way for her to escape the hospital.
Once out of the hospital Janette quickly moved into the filthy back-streets of Ckville. Her mind was making a list of things that she needed to do in the next couple of minutes so she could escape the city safety.
'I got to get to the boarding house and get the money,' She thought. 'Then I should leave the city through the sewers, that would be for the best,' She decided.
As she moved fast though the back-streets to the boarding house or she would of if the guards that Vergil had brought with him didn't get in her way.
"Stop right there Lady Rozeningale!" One of them shouted at her.
"Lady," Janette snarled. "I get to be called Lady now that your kind plans to marry and not the bastard of Rose-Griffiths," She snapped at them.
They seemed to be taken back by her comment. They seemed to be uncomfortable about comment maybe because of the content or because she was swearing. Using their discomfort Janette shoot a spell that would only knock out the men. Once the guards were down Janette resume her back to the boarding house.
"And it's Doctor," She corrected the guard.
She entered the boarding house by using the rear entrance. The building was eerily silent. She had never been in the boarding house during a riot.
'Everyone probably sheltering,' She thought as walked through the loud and clutter hallway.
Janette climbed the stairs that lead up to the second floor, where her room was located. She carefully opened the door and looked into the room to see if anyone was in there. No one, the room was just as she left a month ago.
She swiftly opened then closed it behind her. She made her to her bookcase and push it so she could get. To the money, hidden under the floorboard. She threw the box into a bag and grabbed a cloak.
When she turned around her heart nearly stopped.
Vergil was standing in-between her and the door.
'When did he entered!?' Janette's mind screamed.
There was no way he entered from the door, it was old and need a good oiling.
Her eyes moved from stoic face to his leather bond hands. Clucked in his left hand was a sword, the Yamato, a powerful devil arm that the half-demon had inherited from his father. He probably won't use it on her hopefully but it was still frightening to have such a blade nearby.
Janette examined the room behind the king. The door was the obvious way out but there was also a window in the other wall behind him. The window led straight to the streets below. She would need to good distract if she was going to made break for the window.
"Whatever you're thinking I suggest you forget. Just come quietly," He told her. His voice sounded familiar somehow, it was baritone, clam and sent shivers down her spine.
"I'm sorry but you're not mother," She shot back. "And I don't bow anyone, especially the king of Quebel!" She snarled as she shot another spell towards him.
This spell was slightly different than the one she threw at him earlier. It was mixed pure mana canon and her natural fire abilities. She shot towards the door, she aimed it at the wall next to the door. When the spell hit the wall it causing a large amount of smoke as the flame ate away the wall.
'I'm sorry Mrs Hudson,' She apologised to her landlord.
The smoke was thick and black, successfully shielding Janette from Vergil's eyes. Once the smoke had filled the room Janette cast an illusion spell to trick Vergil that she was making a mad dash to the hole she made in the wall. It seemed to work as she sees his shadow move in the direction of the illusion. Then she made her mad dash to the window brushing against the half-demon on the way. Janette crushing through the window onto a stall on the streets below.
The woman let out a groan as she picked herself from the floor. She stumbling to the alleyway near the boarding house.
Janette scrambled to the nearest entrance to the sewer. She closed the sewer entrance behind then dropped down to the darkness under her.
Once she got her bearing and summoned a light source (her trusty old lamp) the brunette started made her way out of Ckville. Her home of fourteen years, the city that gave her a chance to live her life the way she wanted and the place that teach her some much about life.
Janette tried and fail not to cry. She wiped her tears as she left her happy life behind.
The fleeing woman lifted her lamp a bit higher for its light to hit the figure dressed in blue.
A scream was let out by the woman as she got a look of the man that was chasing her. She dropped her lamp as he draws closer to her whilst she moved further away from him.
Vergil stopped once his feet met the still lit lamp. The orange light illuminated his furious face.
'How!?' Janette's mind screamed again. 'How did he know I was down here!?' She shrieked in her mind.
"Enough with this cat and mouse game!" He shouted at her.
The angry filled her veins.
"No!" She screamed back. "I will not allow anyone but myself to control my life!" She added on.
The angry in her veins flowed into her hand. Flames erupted from her hands. Janette threw endlessly steamed of flames at Vergil.
Harsh breaths left Janette's lips at she finished fiery assault on the Dark Slayer. He was nowhere in sight, not even a charted body. Had she destroyed every inch of him?
She stepped closer to the area where she had last sited the Son of Sparda.
"It's time to end this game," Vergil whispered from behind her.
Janette didn't have a moment to move an inch as a sharp pain travelled through her neck. The tiny flame in her lamp disappeared as she faded from the world.
That was the first thing Janette notice when she regained consciousness. The next things she noticed that she laying on her right side which was laying on a very comfortable surface and she a little bit warm. Her green eyes open onto a dark pair of legs. She followed those legs up until she met a handsome face. Green met blue.
At first, she thought it was Dante but then her memories returned from before she lost consciousness.
She bolted up. She could hear her heart in the ears.
They stayed still, staring at each other like predator and prey.
She knew that was in a carriage heading out of Prildo Ira heading towards Quebel.
She didn't know how long they were staring at each other before she lunges towards the carriage door. Her attempted fail as Vergil wrapped his arms around her waist.
"No!" She screamed at him.
Janette struggled against her captor with no success. Her struggle only led to Vergil restraining her efficiently. He had gotten ahold of her wrist across them over her body restricting her movement.
"Let me!" Janette demanded as she tried to wriggle free of Vergil's hold.
She tried to activate her magic but not a single ounce of mana came to her to aid. This lead to more panic in her system. Had they sealed her magic?
The man behind her, stayed quiet as he let the woman in his arms use up all of her energy.
"Let me…," She begged as she felt her hope waining. "Please…," She whispered as tears started to fall from her green eyes.
But nothing left white hair man's lips as the woman in his arms lend forwards, she began to sob.
Janette hated it. She felt like she was a child again powerless and weak, sitting the darkness of Cedar Labyrinth unable to change her own fate herself. And everything she had done since she left that darkness of Cedar Labyrinth. It was all for nothing, all training and leaving to be dragged back to where it started.
She cried herself to sleep in the arms of the man who was taking her away from the life she'd loved.
Vergil waited until he could hear her soft breaths.
He pulled her back to his chest letting of her wrist once she laying on it. He then turned her on his lap so she was on sitting sideward. He rests brunette's head in the nook of her neck and supported her head with his left hand. Vergil reached in dark embroidery coat and pulled handkerchief. He wiped her tear-stained cheeks then wiped her nose. Once done he placed a kiss on her head.
Vergil looked down at Janette's face and the dark bags under her eyes. He noticed them earlier when he had laid her down in carriage but didn't notice how dark they were. She also was stupidly easy to carry so he took a peek under surcoat and tunic, she unhealthy thin, it wasn't too bad that you could see her ribs but it nearly there. Not to mention that she smelt bad.
Vergil sighed.
"It's going to take a lot of work to make you into a queen that history will remember," He mumbled as he placed another kiss on her forehead.