The bride was taken to Vergil's bed chamber, as it was nearing nightfall, and was left before his door.
She felt nervous, cold, impatient... ready. Her hand moved along the grooves in the wood of his door, chanting a spell to keep fortune away. Quietly, she raised her fist and tapped gently, breathing shallowly... What would he look like, even?
Vergil answered the door, smiling, "My lady," he began, but she held up her hand to quiet him.
Slowly, she now moved her hand across his face as they stood in silent admiration of each other.
"You're very beautiful," she said to him, but did not smile.
"Is that all you care about?" Vergil asked, curious about why she had spoken this.
She looked into his eyes, and Vergil suddenly went cold... his eyes saw in hers the most evil and destructive power in the universe... and he suddenly wanted it for himself.
"What else matters?" She questioned, gently smoothing his hair back, "Except for beauty, power, and wealth?"
Vergil grinned, "We are meant for each other..."
She nodded, stepping closer to him, "My Father will be very pleased."
Vergil knew, of course, that her father was satan, and that her mother had been the world's evils.
Their lips met, but Vergil thought only of her destruction, and his rise to power.
"Husband," she said, "Your thoughts are elsewhere."
"I know not of what you speak," Vergil responded, "How could my thoughts be elsewhere on this night, our wedding night?"
She stepped back, obviously upset, "Do not lie, for you are not worthy of such a delightful sin. This is my father, the Prince of Lies and of Darkness! How could you not fathom I understand all sin?"
Vergil realized she could sense danger for herself, and blocked away all thoughts of her death, for the time being, "I'm sorry, love, forgive me."
She smiled, for the first time since meeting him, and ran to his arms.
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