a/n: Apologises! I never uploaded chapter 6 for you all! Well, here's two chapters in one day for you.

Vergil was dreaming or it was a nightmare not of his own. It was peculiar but made sense. It was almost as if he were seeing a memory as a third party, rather than seeing it from his own point of view. It was surreal. Was he recalling a forgotten memory? Since his human and demonic parts had become once again, his recollection was fragmented at best, like he struggled to confirm they were his own memories, or V's.

There was a shrouded figure, he couldn't identify who the individual was, though the voice was familiar. It was only when he took his gaze away from the individual that he realised where he was, in Mundus' realm in the Underworld. The heat from this realm made Vergil uncomfortable, a reminder of his past yet, this was not something he could recall. The figure was crouched, hiding in the darkness, it was only when he looked past the person that he realised it was him, shackled in chains. He felt numb, cold to the core regardless of the heat that he was currently feeling. His nightmares had been banished by Dante, he had fought them, destroyed them even – they no longer existed and yet here he was, reliving that nightmare from another angle.

"You need to break free, hoath."

That word. The way it was pronounced and that voice. It barely took him a second for Vergil to recognise that it was Sera. Sera had come and saved him before? However, before he even got a chance to see what happened next, he woke with a silent gasp.

The book fell with a thud to the ground, alerting him to the fact he had fallen asleep for the first time in a while. Vergil's icy eyes snapped to Sera who was also looking directly at him, her face evident of surprise, as if she weren't aware herself, that their dreams would be connected. Suddenly, he had so many questions and not enough answers. Nothing made sense when he was in her presence.

"You saw it too?" Her voice was gentle and barely audible to his ears. What did that mean? If Sara saw it too, their dreams and subconsciousness were now intertwined? Was this the bond she spoke of when she helped them escape the underworld? Or was this something else entirely? The mere thought was confusing for him but there was one thing that Vergil was sure of, they were connected in more ways than she admitted.

"That was no dream, it was a recollection."

The words left his mouth before he had a chance to really consider what he was thinking. He turned to face the window, noting it was no longer dark outside, but dawn had long past, before glancing back at her again. This time he noticed her small nod, which didn't help solve the predicament before them. Vergil remained stoic as he felt the shudder roll down his spine, since his rebirth his memories had become hazy as best. Even his time before his separation, memories of his childhood were fractured, like pieces of a puzzle.

"Hoath. You called me that? Why?" Confusion laced his words, it was a difficult task trying to understand why this woman had called him that, did they have a different relationship than he first believed? Was that why he had become somewhat infatuated with her. It all clicked at once, he had cared for her once before, that's why she knew his name when they were in the Underworld. His eyebrows furrowed as he leaned forward rather quickly, making Sera flinch as he grasped her chin to look directly in her eyes.

"Seraphina." Her full name left his lips, words that he didn't realise he knew until that very moment. Tears welled in her green eyes, threatening to spill over. "Yes. I owe you an explanation, Vergil." She pulled herself back, his grip on her chin loosened as she leant against the wall where the bed was pushed up against. "We met before, except you were under the control of Mundus." Their meeting hadn't been a pleasant introduction to say the least. He had tried to kill her. "It was in the Underworld, I didn't know the reason why you were there, trapped but your soul called out to me. Mundus controlled you, created you into that…. Thing. I saw your resistance, I saw an opportunity to break you free once and for all and I took it, even if it caused me to become weak. Mundus was busy trying to lure Dante down here with Trish, that's how I met her, though she was more a bitch then compared to now." She snickered though it sounded forced from Vergil's perspective. He observed her, watching as her eyes closed as she became absorbed in the memory. It was barely seconds later when they reopened, "Please continue." His voice was calm and low, as if he was trying to ease the worry she was feeling.

"I was able to get to you when Dante had weakened you for the third time. You were brought back to Hell and that's where I found you. I knew even then that you were slowly breaking away from Mundus' control, Dante had helped with that. I asked you to trust me and…. And you were so angry. Telling me that you didn't need anyone and all you needed was more power."

That was no surprise to Vergil. His obsession with power, his desire to become just like his father had corrupted him. He was naïve, thinking he could defeat the Prince of Darkness but instead had become a puppet for him. Even now, Vergil recalled the cold energy that he could feel under the armour, how vague his thoughts were due to the fog that filled his mind. There were moments, where his demon fought harder than Vergil did, allowing him small periods of lucidity where he obsessed over memories of his past life before losing them again. It would be a face, a voice, a distant recollection of an item that would trigger him to push through Mundus' control. Even now, the tormenting memories still brought him pain.

By now, he had realised that the redheaded woman was shedding tears as she continued the story of their meeting, "We fought, you were strong even in your weakened state. Hell wasn't, and isn't still, a place for Angels. It was slowly killing me down there, but I fought to free you. Just as you were able to finish me off, I bound myself to you. Our souls were bound together as one. It allowed you to fight, it gave you that strength you needed, a purpose – and it freed you from Mundus' mind control and it was only then I saw the guilt in your eyes. You were grateful, even if you didn't want to say it. I knew. As Dante fought against Mundus, you were able to escape through the Hell Gate of Mallet Island, except I didn't follow, and I lost you."

As she spoke through her version, his memories were returning – albeit not clearly, but segments here and there were flooding back. Even now, years after this event happened, Vergil felt nothing but remorse as he recalled the event.

She was gasping, gasping for breath and he held her against the same chains that had rubbed his human flesh raw. She was panicking, he could see it in her eyes as she struggled against him, but Vergil was not done. He was furious, angry for being subdued and not being stronger to protect himself from Mundus. "Vergil, please." His name from her lips sounded heavenly, even if she struggled to get the words out though it was enough for him to loosen his grip ever so slightly, enough that she reached for his hand as she was able to whisper the words: "Ne allar congamphlgh."

He snapped out as soon as he realised, the same words she had spoken just a few days before. The very words that bonded them together. A holy bond. Which meant, their relationship was far more than he originally thought, they were soul mates.