Don't own Dante or Vergil. Own Accalia and anything to deal with her.
A figure stood staring out the highest window in the tower. He had a faint smile on his lips, watching Dante bolt towards the tower. "My little solider. Are you here to be a hero or a martyr?" He chuckled softly.
A minion staggered up behind him. "Master, the girl is here."
"Hmmm..." The idea of human flesh excited him. "Bring her in." The minion disappeared out of the chamber room for a second and returned with the weasel animal following him. Accalia's limp body was still tightly wrapped in his tail. The figure turned around. "Let her go! And get the hell out of here." The weasel quickly dropped the girl, and both creatures scrambled out of the room, closing the door behind them in a hurry. The figure stood in front of her, arms cross against his chest. He watched as she slowly started to breathe again, the blood pouring back into her veins. She soon sat up, rubbing her head.
"Oh, where the hell am I?" She cried, looking around at the spare dark bedroom. Her eyes focused on the bed in the corner for a second and her face drained of blood. The figure above her laughed, and before she could turn around to look at him, he was on his knees and hand up to her throat. She slowly moved her head around to look at him in the eyes. "What do you want?" She whispered hoarsely.
"Oh, now, don't get too upset. We have so much to talk about."
"I have done nothing to you."
"Is it amazing that it always seems the sins of the father are brought upon the children?" Accalia couldn't see his face; the hood he was wearing was cloaking his view. But Accalia could feel his anger, hatred, just sweating out him. His eyes pierced her, even thought she couldn't see them.
"My father has not sinned towards you either. He was probably dead long before you came along." The figure chucked, and gently reached down for Accalia's thigh. She pulled away from him, but didn't get far, since he still had a tight grip on her neck.
"It's not your father who has sinned, it was Dante's. You are just the bait." He quickly grabbed her calf and yanked her closer to him. She was still only wearing Dante's tee shirt, and with the pull it was hiked up to her waist. She scrambled to hide herself, but the figure swatted away her hands before she could do anything. He moaned softly, looking her over. "Yes, you and I are going to have a long talk before Dante gets here."