Title: Sins: Leading By Example
Rating: T
Pairing: Vergil x Lady
Disclaimer: Devil May Cry is the property of Capcom
Summary: They say the best way to teach someone is by leading by example
Status: Complete
A/N: OK, these are the last drabble sets for sure! I had to drag a few of them out from the dark recesses of my mind. Vergil said he'd appreciate it if I stopped doing that. :P The Virtues set is coming when I finish them.

Lust

Vergil stared at her.

"What?" she asked distractedly as she looked at the infested castle they had to clear.

"Do you know you look absolutely delicious in your outfit?" he suddenly inquired.

It was her turn to stare at him.

"Concentrate on the mission!" Lady exclaimed though a blush graced her face at his compliment.

"As you say," he nodded seriously as he moved to enter the building.

She yelped when he squeezed her ass as he passed by.

Gluttony

Lady stared at the empty chocolate box in abject horror. He knew this was her favourite brand, and had been saving them for later. How he could eat the entire package in one sitting didn't matter.

Vergil was dead. He just didn't know it yet.

Avarice

Being a son of Sparda already gave him so much power. They hadn't encountered a demon yet who could defeat him (Dante aside, of course). Why he felt he needed to gain more devil powers was beyond her.

Lady could only watch in tired resignation as he greedily took the life force of the devil guardian he'd just beaten.

Sloth

Lady had woken up with the sun, but a quick glance at the clock confirmed that it was late morning already.

She huffed in annoyance. She'd already tried to rise for the day, but Vergil refused to let her go from his warm embrace. When she tried to reason with him, he'd only feign sleep and hold her closer.

"Don't blame me if we don't have anything to eat later on," she growled at him.

He only grunted in response and kept her trapped on the bed. They stayed that way well into the afternoon.

Wrath

She couldn't help but wince as Vergil landed a particularly savage blow to the ursine looking demon. It had mocked Vergil's half-devil, half-human blood, and now it was paying the price for its loose tongue.

Vergil looked absolutely livid.

She didn't think there'd be enough of the thing to fit into a matchbox when Vergil was done.

Envy

Legendary Dark Knight Sparda.

The title brought out conflicting emotions in him. One part was proud to be the son of such a powerful and illustrious figure. The other part craved to match, no, to surpass the reputation Sparda had left behind.

Vergil scowled. He vowed that one day he'd be just like Father.

Lady hit him in the back of his head and told him to stop pouting.

Pride

Lady watched as the streetlight made his blue scales glow softly. Even the sharp talons of his clawed feet and hands seemed to have a black luster to them.

But the crowning glories of Vergil's devil form were his horns and wings. The former looked like finely polished silver while the latter was as dark as the night they stood in.

The humans that had seen the Hellish fight could only gape at him in awe … and horror. But still he stood unabashedly amongst the frightened onlookers in his entire demonic splendor.