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27th January 7:01pm

Dante led Vergil to where the portal was opened to fend of any demons that were making their way through. It wasn't in the city, but close enough to Devil May Cry so that when it opened, Dante didn't have to drag an injured Vergil too far.

Apparently the demons weren't aware of who they were up against. Vergil freely sliced through them, being relaxed in the company of his brother. It was like they were in the underworld again. Vergil was just glad he didn't have to sneak off to go on a demon hunt. When he wasn't following Cyra or reading books, Vergil often disappeared to find his own demons to kill. He kept it a secret since he wasn't supposed to be that active, but Cyra once told him as long as he didn't devil trigger, he'd be fine, and there was no reason these lesser demons would warrant his demon form. He did have to up the blood vial dosage to once a day though, worrying Cyra that the treatment was getting weaker.

"Are you even trying?" Vergil asked Dante, aware that he cut down more demons than his brother.

"Thought I'd let you get some extra kills in to stretch before I started counting," Dante said cutting down a group of demons and turning to Vergil.

"I see you've come up with a new excuse since last time," Vergil said turning to impale another demon.

"Guess you're not as rusty as I thought you'd be, brother," Dante said.

"Worried that I can keep up without practicing?" Vergil asked. He dashed through 4 demons in a row, killing them with ease. Luckily there wasn't a problem with the parasite taking over, but he knew he didn't have to exert as much energy on the lesser demons.

"More like I know you're cheating," Dante said relaxing. Vergil often disappeared for days or hours and Dante could smell the demon on him when he came back to the office.

"Don't be a sore loser, Dante," Vergil said smirking.

Dante chuckled, "You can't fool me. You know you're not supposed to be fighting demons on your own."

Vergil clicked his Yamato back into the scabbard, "Should be more concerned for yourself," Vergil said looking at Dante, seeing a demon coming towards him.

Dante aimed his gun behind him and pulled the trigger, disintegrating the creeping demon, "Yeah, well, you're only making it harder on Cyra having to keep up with those blood vials," Dante said.

"I haven't even broken a sweat," Vergil defended.

"We know that," Dante said.

"And I'd rather it stay that way," Vergil said.

Of course they wouldn't want to worry Cyra for nothing, "Let me know if she finds out. Watching you deal with an angry Cyra would be a treat," Dante said.

"Hm, what's that like?" Vergil asked.

"You know I can't spoil the surprise. I'm sure you'll see it eventually with how much time you've been spending with her," Dante said.

"Well, she is my doctor after all," Vergil said.

"Doesn't seem like there's much doctoring going on," Dante said back.

Vergil smirked, wanting to rile Dante up again, "You have a problem with that?"

Dante laughed, "Not going to work this time. I'm just wondering what's taking so long."

"Taking so long to do what?" Vergil asked.

Dante made the final swing to kill the last demon in his vicinity, turning to face Vergil, "To admit you like her!"

"I don't like-" Vergil said reflexively, ready to get defensive, but stopped himself, "I don't know what you're talking about," Vergil corrected. He wasn't sure why he was denying it.

Dante smirked, "Yeahhh, I guess I imagined the stalking, the spending the night with her, and running errands with her," He could have mentioned Vergil's reaction to finding out she was married, but decided to use that as his secret weapon if he had to.

"What part of she's my doctor don't you understand?" Vergil asked sharply, cutting down the final enemy in the current wave. He turned to Dante, "Didn't she hire you as a bodyguard? I now see why because the woman keeps getting into trouble and it'd be inconvenient for me if she died."

"Oh, that's the only reason?" Dante asked. When Vergil didn't respond, Dante smirked, coming up with an idea to make Vergil admit it. He stabbed his sword into the ground and leaned his elbow on the hilt, "So, you wouldn't mind if I asked her out then, right?" He asked.

Vergil threw a summoned sword in Dante's direction, cutting off some strands of hair as it impaled a stray demon behind him, "You're falling behind," He said, pretending to ignore the previous statement.

"Not as much as you will if you keep that up. You know you're not supposed to use any demon abilities," Dante said.

"If you paid attention, I wouldn't have to," Vergil said.

"If you quit changing the subject, I wouldn't have to try so hard to pry an answer out of you," Dante said.

"If you stopped trying to pry, then I wouldn't have to pick up your slack," Vergil said.

"Yeah, well… If you didn't..." Dante trailed off, thinking what to say.

"Behind you," Vergil lazily called out. Dante raised an eyebrow, not sensing anymore demons, and turned to look behind him. Vergil took this opportunity to dash up behind Dante and swing the scabbard of his Yamato to the back of Dante's knees, causing him to fall back onto the ground.

"That was a cheap shot!" Dante groaned on the ground.

Vergil smirked, "You make it too easy sometimes."

Dante sat up, but he didn't make an effort to stand up. The demons have been cleared for the time being so he could just sit and appreciate the calm night with his brother. The city was a bit off in the distance, far enough so that the moon beaming over them was the only source of light. Vergil sat down enjoying the silence for a moment before asking a question that's been lingering in the back of his mind, "Why is it that you've never even mentioned Cyra before?"

Dante mentally cheered at his plan to get his brother to open up was working, "Didn't really see a point to talk about human friends you didn't know," Dante said.

"Fair. It just came as a surprise when I learned how close you two are," Vergil said.

"She told you we're close?" Dante asked.

"Well, she knows everything about me, so it seems you felt comfortable enough around her to be on that subject," Vergil said.

Dante nodded, "Well, then I guess yeah, pretty close."

Vergil furrowed his eyebrows, feeling awkward. He needed to know his brother's real relationship with Cyra if he was going to let himself get further attached to her. He wanted to ask just how close, if they've ever been intimate, but he couldn't just outright ask, "Ever tried to get closer?" He settled on, trying to make it sound as casual as possible.

Dante wasn't expecting the question, but he was relieved that he was the one to bring it up again. If he really was developing feelings for her, he'd probably want to make sure he wasn't stepping on Dante's toes. Although that in of itself was a surprise, considering Vergil wants to challenge him with literally anything else. Though this was about respect between brothers. Dante chuckled, "I'm just going to keep this as simple as possible and say no."

"We have time for the complicated version," Vergil said.

"Just don't think I have it in me," Dante said.

"Got rejected?" Vergil taunted.

"Not quite. You really want to know?" Dante asked.

"Feel free, but spare me the details if you were intimate," Vergil grimaced at the thought.

"Nah, it's not like that," Dante admitted with a chuckle.

"Well?" Vergil urged him to continue.

Dante sighed, "If it were like 10 years ago, I woulda hit on her, hoped to score, and then probably end up breaking her heart. I'm at the age now where I just want to keep the good friends around and make my life feel normal when I can."

Vergil didn't live the life Dante did as a devil hunter who was always working. Vergil lived a completely different life where he was blinded by the pursuit of power and later enslaved for most of his life, yet he understood what Dante meant, "She does have a way of making one feel normal," He muttered, not sure if Dante even heard it. Whatever normal means.

Dante continued, "Uh, not saying you should do the same or anything. Not to brag or anything, but I do happen to have horrible luck with women. If I tried anything, I can guarantee you I would have screwed it up and she would not be in our lives today," Dante added lightly.

Vergil chuckled and lightly nodded, thanking his idiot brother and his bad luck. If the knowledge of Urizen didn't screw anything up, he wasn't sure anything else would. Cyra was probably the most tolerant human he'd ever met. There had to be more to Dante's reason, but he wouldn't question it. Though, it did start to make him wonder. Would keeping her around as an ally like Dante did be the smarter route? After all, that was the original plan; to keep Cyra as his doctor and that was it, but things changed. Curse getting too attached… Curse her outright kindness that drew him to her.

Dante wasn't surprised that Vergil wouldn't say anything in return. He may not directly say he had feelings for Cyra, but Dante figured he was trying to work things out himself anyway. At least Vergil knew that Dante wished him luck, even if he felt a bit conflicted. Dante meant what he said about Cyra just being a much needed normal friend in his life, but he imagined there was at least a possibility of their friendship growing. It didn't matter, he knew Vergil needed her more. Cyra could offer Vergil a lot more than she could offer Dante. At least now he can watch the trainwreck that is watching Vergil hitting on Cyra while she becomes even more of a nervous wreck, which made him start laughing.

"What?" Vergil asked, paranoid about the laughter.

Dante shook his head, still chuckling, "Nothing, just.. Good luck man!"

"Dante…" Vergil began, Dante listening carefully, waiting for him to continue. He looked serious, like he was trying to get his thoughts together. Vergil actually felt brave enough to open himself up to his brother, "She knows what I've done. Her reasoning is that it wasn't me that did it, but it was. That part of me is still there."

"That might be something you have to talk to her about," Dante said awkwardly. He wasn't going to be good with the advice from here on out.

"Well, what about you?" Vergil turned to him, "You said something similar after we cut down the Qliphoth. You think of me as a new person, but I seem to be the only who understands that's not the case."

"I kicked the shit out of your demon side, and your human side overpowered it. Having all these doubts just proves you're more human now than you've been since you were a kid," Dante said.

Vergil shook his head, "That's what she said," Dante snickered at that line, used to hearing it as the punchline to a joke. Vergil glared, "Grow up."

"Sorry, sorry," Dante waved off, "Look, if she said it, then it probably means something. Your brother and a girl you like are giving you the benefit of the doubt. Just accept it," Dante said.

It wasn't something he could just accept. He hoped that Dante would never be in this situation, having to fight an internal battle of understanding your own morality, "I don't deserve that. I don't deserve..." Her, he finished to himself. He didn't say it out loud, but Dante knew what he was going to say.

"Yeah, I don't think you do either," Dante stood up to walk over to Vergil, "But that's something she'll have to decide," He smirked, holding his hand out for Vergil to take. Vergil looked up and chuckled, knocking his hand out of the way, standing up on his own. They both got their weapons readied at a new wave of demons coming toward them.

"Oh, and by the way," Dante added, striking the first demon down, "If you do anything to hurt her, I will kill you."

28th January 7:43am

Cyra's eyes fluttered open slowly, waking up in a sunlit room. She sat up slowly, recognizing it not being her own room, but her old room in Devil May Cry. What are the chances that this was still her room and the last 7 months were a dream? Impossible, she figured out. She vaguely remembered seeing Lady and having Vergil carry her back which made her heart flutter. They were having such a nice day, but Cyra of course had to ruin it. She rubbed her face trying to force herself awake. If only she could lay back and sleep more, but she assumed she already slept too much and was behind. 20 more orders… No, that'd have to wait. Vergil was right. They didn't appreciate her. Cyra knew in the back of her head that she didn't really care if they appreciated her or not - helping them was still important. Either way, Vergil's problem was much more important. Too bad she couldn't even figure out what to do.

Cyra finally managed to get out of bed and drag her feet to exit the room and silent tip toed back downstairs. She pleaded that no one was awake at Devil May Cry. She promised Vergil that she'd tell him about the cathedral after a day, and that expired last night. She already ran out of time and she didn't even get a chance to go to the cathedral the night before. Damn humans for needing sleep. Actually, if she was going to damn anything, it'd be her nightmares for making her hate sleep.

Luckily no one seemed to be around, or she was just that quiet as to escape without noise. Which begged her to wonder where Vergil was, since she was using his bed. She headed for the cathedral. It's now or never, she thought.

28th January 8:22am

The cathedral was supposed to have a demonic energy. Cyra slowly walked towards it, wondering what it felt like. Was it evil? What a dumb question, it had to be. Cyra sat down once again in front of the cathedral, probably for the final time. Her eyes were watering. She had to tell Dante and Vergil about the cathedral and Lady Amelia. This was her last chance to get Lady Amelia to help her on her own. There wasn't much else to do now…

"Lady Amelia…" She started saying out loud to nobody in particular, "If you can hear me, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for abandoning your cause. I thought I was still helping, but I should have talked to you first. Of course you know best," She said her voice starting to waiver, "I'm also sorry I lied. Dante isn't sick. It's another demon… His brother. I'm sure you can understand why I couldn't tell you before. You're going to hate to hear this, but… I think I like him. The idea of letting him down terrifies me more than your disappointment. So i'm desperate. I haven't felt like this since Gabriel... and I want to do everything I can to save him," Cyra finished, letting a few tears stream down her face.

Nothing. Lady Amelia either didn't hear or didn't care. There was nothing left for Cya to do. All that waiting around led to nothing. How was she going to help Vergil now? He was going to die and it would be her fault. Dante would hate her and she'd lose all of her friends she's managed to keep for the last seven months. Those were the thoughts she couldn't help but think. Cyra stood up, thinking it was over.

Just when she was about to walk away, the door to the cathedral started opening, surprising Cyra. Without a second to waste, she walked in, having the door shut behind her. Her heart was beating. Lady Amelia was standing in the middle of the otherwise empty cathedral. The two patients from before have been cleared out and all the beds were in pristine condition. Cyra was suddenly afraid, thinking of the demon energy. What if she made a mistake coming in? Her heart started pounding. Vergil was right, she was going to get herself killed. She should run and get Vergil or Dante to help her. Lady Amelia hated demons down to her very core and having her stare at Cyra was unsettling. What was she going to say now?

"Dear," Her voice was heard.

"Lady Amelia. I'm so sorry, I-" Cyra began.

"I heard you," Lady Amelia cut off, "I surprised it took so long for you to admit the truth."

"You knew?" Cyra asked.

"I had a feeling. You know I don't like liars," Lady Amelia said.

Cyra was admittedly angry at the news. She would have made Cyra sit and wait for days or weeks letting her make a fool of herself, letting Vergil die, but she had to keep her composure, "You're not mad?"

"About the lying or finding out you have feelings for a demon?" Amelia asked.

"Both, I guess," Cyra said.

"Yes and yes," Amelia answered, causing Cyra to look defeated, "Admitting you lied is admirable. Falling for a demon is a different story, but moving on from a past lover takes a lot of strength."

"You really mean that?" Cyra asked.

Amelia smiled, "While you've been waiting outside, I made an antidote. I reverse engineered nidhogg cells," Lady Amelia said walking over to a desk to the side of the cathedral.

Cyra's eyebrows raised, "That's what I tried to do, but nothing was working!"

"You're a brilliant doctor. Give it a few years, you'll get there," Amelia said with a wide smile. She picked up a small tube of transparent off-white liquid and held it out for Cyra to grab.

That was it. The thing that will heal Vergil. It felt wrong. She wanted to be the one to find the cure. The whole plan was to get Lady Amelia to help, but she didn't expect to feel so empty when she finally got it. It felt too easy. Cyra grabbed the tube from her hand and held it in her own palm, studying the liquid, "This is it…?"

Amelia smiled, "Ration that for about 4 injections and the nidhogg cells should die off and leave his body."

Cyra looked at Amelia, "May I ask why the change of heart from when I first came to see you?"

Amelia smiled, "You were right. That devil hunter is a man that helps humans and I respect that. It's a little different now that his brother is in the picture, but if you do have feelings for him, then I would not feel right being responsible for allowing him to die."

"You're okay with helping a demon?" Cyra asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Perhaps I'm mistaken, but didn't you want me to help?" Amelia asked.

"No, I did! I'm grateful. It's just surprising… I know how much you hate them," Cyra said.

"You hate them, too," Amelia said.

Cyra chuckled softly, "Not to be rude, but my hatred for them isn't quite on your level."

Amelia chuckled with her, "Well, it's not a competition. This demon you've fallen for… Does he protect humans, too?"

What a terrible question to ask, Cyra thought, "Well, he protects me, at least…" She said blushing.

Amelia smiled, "Ahhh, I take it this is a new budding romance?"

Cyra blushed and averted eye contact, "Hah, I'll say. Probably just one-sided…"

"Well, you do have an antidote. Now you have the opportunity to find out if it's two-sided," Amelia winked.

Cyra looked at Amelia again. Lady Amelia was smiling, not a single negative vibe from her. Or at least that's what Cyra hoped. This was the woman who took her in when Cyra had nowhere else to go. When Gabriel passed away, Amelia was there to give Cyra a home and a purpose. The possibility of Amelia being a demon felt like a betrayal. She got what she came here for; an antidote. Now she was going to have to explain to Vergil and Dante everything about the cathedral and if Amelia ended up being a demon, then this may be her final moment with her.

Cyra threw her arms around the older woman in a tight embrace. It was meant to be a thank you. Not for the antidote, which was still questionable, but for the hospitality and guidance that she gave Cyra. More importantly, the embrace was also an apology for the trust that Cyra was about to break, "Thank you."

Lady Amelia lightly pat Cyra's back, assuming she was thanking her for the antidote, "You're very welcome, dear."

As Cyra pulled back from the embrace, Amelia's fingers grazed her hand, causing a jolt. Cyra retracted her hand back quickly, startled at the sensation, "Sorry," She muttered needing to compose herself.

"Oops, must be all the static! You alright, dear?" Amelia asked.

It wasn't the shock that she needed to compose herself from. She suddenly felt the intense sadness and dread she felt when Gabriel was killed. It was like she was there almost three years ago, seeing it happen again. Anger threw itself into the mix. Angry at the idea of demons killing him and wanting to kill them all for hurting Gabriel, "Y-Yeah," Cyra said, confused where the feeling came from, "I just thought of Gabriel for some reason."

"Oh, you shouldn't feel guilty about moving on. It's been three years," Lady Amelia tried to encourage her.

Cyra shook her head, "It's not that… I just…." She was at a loss for words. Those feelings… it wasn't a sudden memory of losing Gabriel. This current dread was how she felt in her nightmares. It was too vivid, like she experienced it all over again, "I-I'll be okay."

"You're sure?" Amelia asked, Cyra nodded absentmindedly, "Well, I do believe you have a handsome half demon in need," She winked.

Cyra forced a slight smile, but couldn't stop her blush, "I guess I do," She said and turned to walk out, antidote secure in her fist.

"Will you let me know how it goes?" Amelia asked.

Cyra nodded as she walked back out of the cathedral, still feeling that anger and sadness looming in her heart. Maybe it was guilt. For the first time, she admitted out loud that she may have real feelings for Vergil. She looked down at the tube of liquid. It was suspicious. Between the cathedral having demonic activity and Lady Amelia's sudden willingness to help, something was definitely off. There was no way that this tube of liquid was going to help Vergil. It was going to kill him. She may not have been closer to finding a cure, but she may be closer to figuring out the new mystery of the cathedral. Cyra pressed on to her workstation, ready to dissect what's in the tube.