A/N: Okay here's a Virgil friendly fic. Let it be known I like Dante's character, it's just this idea popped into my head one night when I was exhausted. I received DMC 3. My friend played the beginning scene and it started to get me thinking of the outfits for this story. If you want to know what I'm taking about outfit wise get DMC 3 and yes ladies Dante isn't wearing a shirt. Here it is. Please don't grill me too bad.

The Blood Red Moon
Chapter 1: Lonely Hearts

A man stood on an outcropping of a crumbling mansion. He didn't know what had drawn him
there to this exact spot but something did. That something he had a feeling would make him
complete somehow. The mansion itself use to belong to a devil before he was killed. They said
that he had been killed by the forces within the stone. Something about the devil being unworthy of the power it held and it destroyed him. The half devil brushed a stray strand of hair out of his ice blue eyes. His silvery white hair was spiked. His blue and black clothes clung tightly to his figure. A red ruby necklace inlaid with gold hung from his neck. As he leaned down a bit to look out over the vast expanse of the ocean the necklace swung back and slammed into his chest over his heart. He held up the necklace and stared at it before dropping it, not wanting to think about his lonesome past. They called him Virgil Sparda a
son of the Dark Knight Sparda. The only thing that kept him linked to his past was the necklace his mother had given him and his annoying brother, Dante.
"Sir," a shadow minion hissed. "We've found the stone."
"Good."
Some part of him told the mind that the stone wasn't the reason he was here. It was a big part but not the entire reason. The stone was said to hold great power once coupled with the sword. They called the stone 'Heart of War' and the sword 'The Blade of Aries'. What stupid names. He thought.
"Sir," the shadow hissed. "Here, sir."
He took the stone from the shadows hand. The stone was a ruby. Inside of it was a live pulsing flame. It was as if the flame was beating in time with someone's heartbeat, and he knew it wasn't his own. Now they only needed the blade to complete the power transfer. (never would it dawn on him that they are called that for a reason which you'll later find out.) The blade was heavily guarded from the reports of his minions that tried to take it previously. There was one constant that puzzled him in the reports. It was a single guard. They said
there were at least five guards but only one fought and won. The fighter always remained cloaked. The face was always shadowed as if hiding some big secret.
"What now sir?" the same shadow asked.
He was getting fairly irritated by this shadow's constant interruption of his thoughts. With a flick of his wrist his kitana was out and slicing the shadow in two. Before the pieces separated he had his kitana back in the sheath without a speck of blood on it.
"I'll get the blade myself," he snapped to his cowering minions.
He stalked into the darkness.

Elsewhere...

In an unnamed building a guy sat with his feet propped up on his desk. His age couldn't be determined by looking at him but to an onlooker up close they would of said he was in his early twenties at least. The tan pants he wore clung to his well muscled figure. His upper body was well trimmed you could tell due to the fact he was shirt-less. His name was Dante Sparda the son of the legendary Devil Knight Sparda. His silvery white hair fell into his ice blue eyes. He
brushed the strands back in annoyance. His fingers brushed a ruby inlaid by silver necklace. It
was a gift from his mother so long ago. He was startled out of his thoughts by the annoying ring of the telephone.
"Hello?"
"Dante Sparda?"
"What do you want?"
"I am in need of your aid..."
Dante sat up strait in his chair listening intently to the guy talk of his dilemma. The more the man talked, the more Dante was interested in taking the case.
"Well?" the man asked.
"Mr. I'll do it."
"No need for formalities. Call me Drake."
"All right Drake, I'm on the case."
Dante hung up the phone. With that a slow smirk spread across his face. Getting up he stretched and went to get ready to leave.

Back with Virgil...

Virgil moved from one shadow to the next with a felines grace. The mansion lay ahead. The Victorian style manor house was bathed in dark shadows even though the silvery moon cast its light upon the place. There was a single light on in the entire place. A woman's figure passed by the light before it went dark. A slow devious smile graced his lips. This might not be a total loss after all. he thought maliciously. Using the cover of shadows he stalked easily into the house. He let his devil senses guide him. The sword emitted a kind of weird aura. When he reached the specific room he found what he was looking for.

This room must of been a library/office. Books lay everywhere and a computer sat on a mahogany desk in the corner also covered by paper work. The sword was in a glass case in the middle of a mahogany table. He strolled over to it and stared for a moment. The feeling of being watched made him look up. A large stone lion lay beside the fireplace. The dying embers glittered dangerously in the beasts marble eyes. Shaking it off he reached for the case. As soon as he touched it the lights flipped on.
"Will you people ever learn?" a angry voice snarled.
He slowly turned to see a cloaked figure and several armed guards with their guns trained on
him. A smirk crossed his features as he shattered the glass and took the sword.
"How dare you!" one guard growled.
Without warning he leapt forward towards the cloaked figure. With one swift hit to the neck the
cloaked figure was down. Scooping the figure up he leapt through an open window. Using his
newest technique Devil Trigger he flew away. The guards fired a few useless rounds in his direction. He winged away. His landing was soft on the balcony of his own mansion. The Devil Trigger washed away. Gently as possible which surprised him, he laid the figure out on his bed. He made swift work of the cloak hiding the figures face. A smirk graced his normally stoic face. It was the woman from the window.
He studied her form with great scrutiny. Her ebony hair spilled in waves over his pillow. She was
about 5 foot 3. For some reason he liked what he saw before him. The girl wore a black tank top and black dress pants. Over the tank top she wore a white button down dress shirt tied at the bottom. The first four buttons were undone. He wanted to know what color her eyes were, but it would have to wait for now.
Shaking his head he turned away from her and stalked away. He set the blade upon the mantle.
Sitting down heavily in a faded black leather chair he poured over the manuscripts on the blade and stone. It mainly spoke of controlling a great power. What is this great power? Maybe the girl will know once she wakes up. Standing up he stretched and headed towards the room next to his own. He had confused himself as to why the girl had to sleep in his bed and not the other one. He decided he'd move her in the morning. A jaw cracking yawn escaped him as he settled in the bed and fell into a light sleep.

Next Morning...

Virgil was awakened by a large stone lion roaring in his face. It kinda looked like the lion in the stone garden outside his room.
"Lion do as I command and pin him down!" he heard a feminine voice command.
The lions claws came crashing down. He rolled off the other side of the bed landing in a crouching pose on the floor. The bed groaned and creek as the lion leapt to the other side to face his foe. It growled dangerously. An idea hit Virgil, he went strait for the girl. He tackled her. They rolled around fighting until Virgil pinned the girl down.
"Call off your beast," he snarled.
She muttered something under her breath and the lion vanished.
"What is your name girl?"
She just lay there glaring daggers at him. "I ask again what is your name?"
(What is your quest? What is your favorite color? I couldn't resist I've seen Monty Python and the Search for the Holy Grail too many times.)

Her eyes were the deepest forest green he had ever seen. They glittered and called to him. Without thought he leaned forward and captured her lips in a chaste kiss. Her eyes fluttered closed. Suddenly a glowing came and distracted him. A sharp pain raced through his lower regions. The girl struggled to get out from underneath him. When Virgil looked up the sword and stone had become one. It hovered a foot away from him in easy reaching distance. She fought still. He grabbed the sword.
"Will you stop that!" he snarled.
She instantly stilled. The look in her eyes was pure hatred. An idea came to mind, and he wanted to test his theory.
"What is your name?" he asked again.
"Ariana Aries," she said as if it was forced from her.
A smirk crossed his features.
"The blade controls you, right?"
"Yes," she growled.
"So you have to do as I say?"
"Yes," she said hatred dripping from the single word.
"What's with the hatred? You don't know me."
"You'll be like the rest of them that have captured me before over the years."
"How many times have you been captured?"
"It would never occur to you that I'm older than I look?"
"How many times?"
"In my life time five men have captured me, you being the fifth."
"What do you mean life time?"
He had heard the cryptic meaning in her voice.
"I'm really old."
"What's the deal with all the references to Aries?"
She rolled her eyes at the idiot that sat on top of her. "What?" he asked.
"At least the others knew what they were dealing with when they captured me."
"I couldn't find anymore information than what I already have."
He couldn't understand his reasoning for explaining himself to this girl. It just happened.
Something about her and the way she spoke unnerved him. Shaking it off he continued
interrogating her.
"Did you try in Greece?" she asked sarcastically.
"What does Greece have to do with this?"
She shook her head. This guy is an idiot. Cute but an idiot. Her eyes widened slightly as she reran the thought in her head. She berated herself for even thinking like that.
"Aries was the Greek God of War."
"So?"
"Aries is my father."
"You're half god?"
"No kidding really?"
"Smart ass."
"Why thank you," she said. "I'm glad someone thinks so."
"Are you always this annoying?"
"Sometimes. Then again sometimes not. It basically depends on the company I keep."
"Are you implying something?"
"I don't know am I?"
His cool was fading fast. Getting up he let her go and stalked away.
Once he was out of the room. Ariana's legs quivered at the sensation that man had invoked in
her body, and it scared her. Not a single one of the other men had been able to do that to her or
anyone else that had made passes at her. She leaned against the bed trying to steady her jellied
knees. What got her the most was he never said his name, and the other men wanted her to know the name of the man that brought her down. Her black feathers fanned out without warning. That made her collapse. This isn't good. she thought darkly. Never in her life had someone invoked the one thing she received from her mother a dark fox demon. That clan in Japan was famous for their dark fur and wings. The feathers' tips were turning blue. Getting her feet under her she stalked towards where the white haired devil had gone.
Virgil smirked as he felt the girl stalk towards where he was. She opened the door with a force
that sent the wood door cracking heavily against the stone walls.
"Easy there girl," he said.
"What is your intent with me?" she snarled.
"I sought power. I never expected it to be you."
"Power comes in many forms."
"That it does."
"May I know the name of my hero?" she asked sarcastically.
"Virgil, Virgil Sparda."
She had a sinking feeling that she wasn't going to get off as easily as she thought here. He didn't seem fazed on the fact that I had black angel wings. she thought.
"Is that suppose to faze me somehow?" she asked her tone wasn't sarcastic but a bit confused as if she had heard that name before but couldn't place it.
"No it shouldn't."
She had a feeling that he was lying or something. Looking up their eyes met but this time there was no angry fire in them only hurt and loneliness. It was the emotion in his eyes that made her want to comfort him. She squashed that thought down quickly. He was the enemy and that's the way it would stay.

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