Chapter 12. Reeeeeallllly interesting. I've gotten really far in such a short amount of time. I wonder how long it'll take me to finish this story? Because you know, I'd hate to just keep going on and on…like most people do, not trying to put them down or anything. It just seems like they don't know how to end a story properly, know what I mean? Going on 32 chapters and junk…that's just unnecessary, especially because most of the time…the story is steered away from what it was originally about in the first place…yikes… . Okay, okay, don't hate me! But, it was just something that I was thinking about, and I just don't want anyone out there thinking that I wrote the freakin' book on writing. I'm still learning too, but I've been told by many that I have the talent, so I must know a lil' something—right? Well, anyway, lemme stop talking and write…I know how I can get. I can type FOREVER practically, so yeah…gomen! Gomen nasai! .


Disclaimer: Since I was so focused on typing up a really good chapter...I'll just type up a funny disclaimer next chapter. I don't own Devil May Cry 3. Remember that...always...


Obsidia ended up at the park. She held onto a bench for support and she grimaced at the pain that she felt in her face.

'Damn it.' She thought, 'My plan fell apart…and I should kill that bitch for ruining my face.'

She touched her face. The blood was mostly dried, but there was still blood around her nose, where most of the bleeding had came from anyway. She had some cuts and abrasions that caused her discomfort as well…but maybe she had thought that her injuries were worse than they actually were at the time…when Lady was beating the shit out of her…

Her thoughts instantly turned to that of Vergil, and she felt a cold chill run through her veins. She didn't do what she was supposed to have done…her plan had fallen apart…how would he react?

The wind blew…and dark clouds seemed to appear overhead…

She suddenly felt an evil presence standing not even a few feet behind her. She slowly turned around.

"L-lord Vergil…" she said with a weak smile, wincing from the large cut on her lip.

He glared, but smiled nonetheless and shook his head. "You failed." He said.

She fell to her knees. "Please…give me another chance, and I promise you will have Dante. There were just…too many distractions and interferences." She pleaded.

Vergil walked over to her and smacked her with the back of his hand. She fell to the ground, holding her face, and fighting back tears. He rolled his eyes and grabbed her by the hair. He was rewarded with her yelp of pain.

"I don't care for your excuses." He said, "And I don't like to hear whining."

He pulled on her hair harder and she cried out.

"Bring Dante to me, because if you don't…you will suffer severely, and that…is a promise." Vergil said smoothly, yet darkly, "Do I make myself clear?"

"Y-yes my Lord." Obsidia said; her face twisted with pain.

Vergil smiled. "Good." He brought his face close to hers and sniffed her dried blood.

"You know…" he said, "Pain is something very interesting. It enables us to know that we exist, yet we hate to feel too much…or any of it at all."

He traced one of her cuts gently…and then slowly tortured it by running his fingernail over the exposed flesh beneath the upper epidermis.

She bit her lip to keep from crying out. His eyes gleamed at her pain. If only he had some tools of affliction…then he could have some real fun…but, the Yamato was out of the question. He didn't want to kill her…he just wanted to make her suffer a bit for his own personal pleasures.

And then…Obsidia looked on with horror, at his eyes. The icy blue that reflected his maliciousness…suddenly had blue flames in them. Not the kind that were very loving either…

"No…" he said softly as his mind spurred on another heartless plan for her unfortunate self, "I suddenly see that I have to make sure that I make myself clear to you…"

"W-what?" she asked, worried and fearful at the extent of her master's ruthlessness.

"You heard me." He said with a slight chuckle.

He snapped his fingers, and demons appeared. He let her go and they grabbed Obsidia and took her to Vergil's home in hell.

They threw her into a dark room. Vergil appeared out of the darkness, startling her. She backed into a corner. Vergil smiled evilly, and snapped his fingers again. The room was lit up instantly with the dim light of candles. All throughout the room there were tables of odd looking…equipment.

She slowly got up from the corner and slid against the wall. Chains fell at her arms and shackles found their way around her wrists, locking her in place. They pulled her upward, so that her feet were not allowed to touch the ground. Her eyes widened with fear.

Vergil was busy looking at a table…trying to decide which tool he wanted…

"Lord Vergil, can you please tell me…what is going on?" Obsidia asked.

"Silence." He said, "I'm thinking."

Obsidia obeyed and bit her lip.

He picked up a golden claw that could slip onto his own finger. He picked up another…and another until all five of his fingers had claws on them. He slowly sauntered over to Obsidia. Then he ripped open her shirt so that her chest and stomach were exposed. She breathed heavily, her heart racing with anxiety, and her mind racing with terror.

Vergil took a forefinger and traced her pale stomach. He pressed the tip of the claw slowly into her stomach and smiled. Then he made a line, where blood was drawn. Obsidia held her breath, but little gasps of pain still escaped her. Vergil knelt and licked her blood, relishing in her pain.

"L-lord Vergil." Obsidia whimpered.

Vergil glared and swiped her across the stomach, causing her to cry out.

"Shut up. This is not a time for you to talk." He said.

"W-why are you doing this?" she asked.

"Does it matter? You're my property now, I can do whatever I please." He said, licking the fresh blood off of each claw on his fingertip.

Obsidia struggled against her bonds. Vergil walked over to an oven in the corner of the room. He picked up a rod that had been inside the flaming furnace. He examined the red hot glow on the tip of the black rod and walked back over to Obsidia.

"Keep in mind that I won't ruin your beautiful face." Vergil said with an evil smile, "Besides, you're a devil, you'll heal after you receive all of the injuries that I am about to inflict upon you. Now be a good girl and hold still."

"No!" Obsidia cried, "Please don't do this! Please…" She broke into tears. She struggled some more again her bonds.

"It'll only hurt for a little while." Vergil said with a laugh.

Obsidia squeezed her eyes shut as Vergil brought the hot piece of metal to her stomach and watched how the heat sizzled and seared at her skin. She screamed in pain.

"Please, I beg you! No more!" She cried.

"I'm not done. Now shut up!" he snapped.

He ran the hot metal over her side and she screamed until he took it away, unhurriedly at that. Sweat began to run down her face, washing away the rest of the blood that her tears hadn't. She moaned. Vergil touched the burns that he had made, causing her to recoil. He walked back over to the table of torturous items.

He picked up two contraptions that looked like spiders. He knelt before Obsidia and put the items on each of her legs. Then he clicked a hook in place and the legs of the spiders stabbed Obsidia and held themselves in place. She screamed at the top of her lungs. She felt blood begin to trickle down her legs.

He laughed. He took a finger and wiped the blood that ran down her leg…and inserted it into his mouth. He examined the taste.

"You're not scared enough yet." He said, "I'm just going to have to walk back over to the table..."

"NO!" she begged, "Please! I'm afraid, more terrified than I've been in all of my life! Oh Lord Vergil…I beg you…have mercy!"

The metal spiders squeezed her legs harder, penetrating muscle. She screamed so loud it rang ear-piercingly throughout the room.

He knelt down and took another sample of her blood. He tasted it and sighed. He closed his eyes, reveling in the ecstasy that it gave him. He snapped his fingers and the shackles released her, making her fall to the ground. She tried to take the contraptions off, but was exhausted with the pain that they were causing her. Vergil knelt down and took them off. He put them back on the table, as well as the claws. Then he left.

Obsidia sobbed. She looked at the eight holes in her calves. She glared as she studied her burns. She was angry that Vergil could be so cruel, but what did she expect? He was evil…there was no other way for him to be…

'If I am to serve Vergil…I have to learn how to like pain…or I can try to get the hell of here.' She thought.

She felt sleepy. She had no strength…so she would just have to go to sleep.

She curled up on the cold stone floor and felt her eyes grow heavy. Then she slipped into the arms of sleep.

When Obsidia awakened, she was lying in a bed. Soft and black satin sheets enveloped her, while chains held her wrists and ankles to the bed posts. She was entirely naked, but all her wounds were healed.

Large ebony doors opened, and Vergil walked into the room wearing a dark green robe.

"You slept for a long time…" he said. He walked over to her and examined her body. "Your wounds are healed as well…"

Obsidia felt her heart racing again…why was Vergil looking at her so…lustfully?

Demons closed the large ebony doors as Vergil untied his robe and let it fall to the floor.

Obsidia closed her eyes, and she felt his warm skin over hers. He kissed her neck, and then bit her.

"Ow!" she said. A slap across the cheek. She bit her lip to keep from crying out anymore. Suddenly she felt a sharp pain explode from her lower abdomen and vagina. Tears automatically streamed out of her eyes, and she held them shut. Each thrust caused the pain to re-intensify. She sobbed. Vergil covered her mouth. "Hurts doesn't it?" He said with winded gasps.

Just when she thought she couldn't take the pain any longer…she let her body go limp. She let her mind drift…what was the use in focusing on how much it hurt? Moments later pleasure sparked just as fast as her pain had, and she gasped. She found herself moaning Vergil's name over and over again. When she came, she felt his seed spill inside of her and he fell on top of her, fatigued. He lay on top of her for a few minutes and then got up, putting on his robe, and leaving the room.

Obsidia was confused. She felt broken and worthless. But why?

'It's not as though I love him…but I do feel…violated…' she thought, 'I don't deserve this type of treatment!'

She felt anger burn through her. 'I know I've done bad things…so what can I do? Is this my punishment? Well if that is the case…it's time to get my revenge.' She thought. She smiled evilly and laughed. She got dressed and left her chambers. She walked up to two large mahogany doors, similar to the ones of her room. Two guards stood outside of the doors.

"You can't go inside." The guards said in unison.

"And why not?" Obsidia questioned.

"Lord Vergil wishes to be alone right now." The guards said, "You cannot go past this point."

"Move out of my way! I need to see Lord Vergil!" Obsidia said angrily.

"What is your name?" the guards asked.

"Obsidia. And it's about to be 'queen bitch' if you don't step aside." She said.

The guards looked at each other and moved aside. They bowed. "You may enter."

"Hmph. That's what I thought." She said, rolling her eyes. She pulled the heavy doors open and walked inside.

Vergil was in his usual attire of dark green and black, staring out of a large window.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Lord Vergil…" she said, ice filling her veins all over again at the mere sound of his voice, "I just wanted to let you know that I'm leaving…you know, to go and retrieve Dante for you."

He didn't even stir. "Come here." He said after a long period of silence.

She bit her lip and obeyed. He grabbed her and pulled her close to him. He kissed her passionately. She kissed back.

"If you bring Dante to me…I'll reward you." He said, eyes glowing like blue embers.

Obsidia smiled and nodded. "What will I get?" she asked eagerly.

"It'll be a surprise. The faster you complete your task, the sooner you will find out." He said with a smile.

Obsidia smiled happily. Vergil let go of her and she disappeared in black flames.

Vergil rolled his eyes. 'She's so naïve.' He thought, 'But if pretending to actually like her will make her accomplish her tasks, then so be it. And if my theory fails because she fails…I'll just have to eliminate her…'

He smiled to himself. Either way…he'd still win.