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28th January 1:53pm
Vergil stumbled into Devil May Cry. He didn't think he'd make it upstairs into his bedroom, so he went to the bathroom instead, just wanting to be in a room closed off from everyone else. Being under control of that goddamn parasite was bad enough, having that demonic energy inside him just added to the insult. Vergil leaned over the sink, shaking, feeling the adrenaline fade and the pain in his shoulder being more apparent. He took his coat off to see the wound was still bleeding. He realized his energy must have been so drained that his healing factor wasn't working. Blood was trickling down his back, reminding him that Dante sliced him during the attack. Vergil turned so he could see the large gash across his back. Vergil winced, hoping that his healing factor would kick in already to heal it. Blood loss had never been a problem, so it was making him feel even weaker. How do humans deal with this? He wondered.
Vergil's weakness was causing his hand to shake as he was unzipping his vest, pushing it off of his bloodied shoulder. He winced, feeling the fabric scratching against his wounds. The vest fell to the floor, not caring that it was dirtying up Dante's bathroom floor. The towels were already stained with blood, what did the floor matter? Unable to keep up his strength up any longer, he sat down on the edge of the bathtub, towel pressed against his shoulder trying to put pressure to make it stop bleeding.
There was a knock on the door. Vergil didn't say anything, but the door opened, anyway. Dante came in, Cyra standing sheepishly behind him, "Oh good, you're still alive," Dante said. Vergil was just staring at the two that walked in, looking both annoyed and exhausted. Dante glanced back over at Cyra and moved over so she had room to come in. She gripped the straps of her backpack as she walked closer, glancing to Dante as he walked out, shutting the bathroom door behind him.
Cyra turned her attention back to Vergil, "You're still bleeding…?" She muttered. Vergil removed the towel from the bullet hole long enough to show her that the answer was yes. Vergil eyed her as she sat down close to him and took off her backpack to rummage for things. He never recalled asking for help, but knew that wasn't going to stop her from helping, "Let me," She said softly, touching his hand that was keeping the towel up on his shoulder.
Cyra lightly traced the area around the wound with her fingers. Vergil's body was facing forward, but his head was completely facing away from her, not saying anything. The silence was uncomfortable, but she could get her work done. She cleaned his wound first, just glad that the bullet didn't get stuck, which was no surprise considering the strength of Dante's guns.
Cyra eyed what she could of Vergil's face. She wanted to say something, if only just to make him say something back. Cyra used butterfly strips to close the bullet wound on both sides of his shoulder and then placed gauze over it. There would be no need for stitches considering his healing factor should kick back in once his demon energy started regenerating.
His back, however, was a bigger problem, "Um… I need you to turn," She said awkwardly. Vergil said nothing in response, but he turned so he was straddling the edge of the bathtub, back facing her. If the gash wasn't so devastating, she'd be eyeing and swooning over the muscles in his back. At least she still had an excuse to touch him, even if it was for a different reason. The wound wouldn't clean itself, she reasoned as she used cotton balls to wipe the blood off from his skin. This would absolutely be a cause for stitches normally, even a possible skin graft, but she had to remember she didn't have to think like a typical doctor when dealing with him. It was hard to break the habit.
"This might hurt…" Cyra still found herself saying. She pulled out more butterfly stitches, pushing his skin together to place the adhesive strip over it. She could feel his body wince from his tender skin being touched, "Sorry," she muttered but kept going. Once she was done, she wrapped an entire roll of gauze around his waist, to cover the wound, her fingers lightly grazing over his skin and muscles. He still wasn't saying anything, but he enjoyed the sensation just as much as she did.
Cyra was done with the roll of gauze and taped it at the end to secure it. She let her fingers still rest on his back. Was he ignoring her again? He couldn't actually be mad, could he? "You know, you're breaking your promise by not talking to me."
"You didn't stay back," He said in response.
"Dante was there! And I helped," Cyra protested.
Vergil knew that wasn't the problem. She did stay back, he reasoned. It was only when Dante came around that she decided to help, which he supposed it was fair, "I don't like having you see me so weak," Vergil finally admitted.
Cyra's heart twisted a bit at his words, "Well, I don't like seeing it either…. but I like when I can take care of you. You protect me so well, it feels good when I can repay the favor..." She said, blushing. She felt odd admitting it to him, but she was just happy they were talking.
"You think I protect you well?" Vergil asked in a hushed tone. He turned his body back so that he was facing forward again, but his head was turned to look at her, eyebrows lowered, "I almost attacked you again."
"But you didn't!" Cyra said to reassure him, then got nervous, "And I'm s-still alive, so I'd say you're pretty good at it…" She blushed. Vergil thought it was charming how even after their previous encounter, she was still blushing around him. Which just angered him remembering how it got cut short. Cyra noticed his face get tense, feeling responsible, "Are you mad because I didn't stay back?" She asked.
"What makes you think I'm mad?" Vergil asked.
"You weren't saying anything, so I took a guess," Cyra admitted.
Vergil smirked, "I'm mad at that sorceress for interrupting us."
Cyra's eyes shot up to his, face blushing, having to suppress the urge to tilt her head down and look away, but she managed to maintain eye contact. Especially when he leaned in toward her face, she knew there was no way she'd look away. He stopped his advanced due to the pain in his shoulder forcing him to wince. Cyra reflexively brought up her hand to touch his arm, but he recovered quickly, "We'll call it a rain check," She said timidly.
Vergil hummed in response, agreeing with her. Cyra gently grabbed his hand as to not hurt him and rest it in her lap while she caressed his skin. Gloves were still on his hand, drenched in blood, but she didn't care. Who knew how many opportunities she'd have to be as close to him. His skin was rough, not surprising her, but she liked how it contrasted her own soft skin, "I don't suppose you want to, but I'll be there if you need to talk about the memory I saw."
Vergil was eyeing her face while she was looking down at their hands. It's true that he didn't feel the need to discuss the memory, as he already came to terms with it and moved on, but he let a small smile grace his face at her concern. Vergil didn't have time to respond before Dante opened the door, checking in, "Hey, Trish needs to talk to you."
Cyra threw Vergil's hand back to him and quickly stood up, "Okay!" she said quietly with a blushed face, and marched out of the bathroom, averting eye contact with Dante.
Dante watched her march out and chuckle, looking back at Vergil, "Did I interrupt something?" He mocked.
Vergil slowly stood up, picking up his clothes on the way up, "You wouldn't be the first one today," He said, and slowly put his clothes back on, trying not to let his face show his pain
Dante was actually surprised and chuckled before he got serious, "You okay, though?"
Vergil waited to finish putting his coat on before speaking again, not wanting the pain to reflect in his voice either, "Well, I've been through worse," He said trying to sound casual.
Dante nodded in confirmation, figuring that Vergil wouldn't say much else. Dante walked back out in the main room, Vergil following behind him, just for him to sit down on the couch and rest more.
"Can it wait? I have something to check," Cyra was telling Trish. Lady was standing behind her.
Dante walked around to sit in his own seat, listening to their conversation. Trish piped up first, "This is more important right now. We need to be on the same page."
Cyra was looking down and sighed, "Fine," She said and walked over to Dante's desk to lean against.
"From the beginning," Trish said crossing her arms, "What's the cathedral?"
Cyra focused her attention to the floor, "That cathedral… It was my home for two years. Lady Amelia took me in and became my mentor, I guess. But I left and moved in with Dante. Demons were coming after me because of the unholy waters and I didn't want to lead them to her. Then, after being gone for so long, I came to her for help with Vergil's parasite, but I couldn't say it was Vergil. I had to pretend it was Dante and she wanted to meet him before she decided to help, which I said no to. So that's why I had to keep you guys away from her," She stopped, worried she was rambling, "Anyway, I went to her today and she finally agreed to help me when I admitted that it was Vergil who needed the help," Cyra made sure to leave out any other incriminating details about her feelings, "And she gave me a vial of liquid saying it's the antidote for him, but... " Cyra shook her head, "As much as I want to believe her, I don't think it'll help him. She hates demons..."
"How crushed would you be if you found out she was a demon?" Dante asked.
Cyra shook her head, "She just… can't be…"
"Sorceress, to be exact," Trish said, "She created that barrier using demon energy that she's absorbed."
"Sorceress…" Cyra repeated.
"Her own energy is really weak, that's why she needs a barrier. It's like a cocoon. If we can take that down, we can get to her without-" Trish was saying, but Dante held up a hand to make her stop talking. Cyra was staring at the floor, hands gripping Dante's desk, seemingly not taking the news well.
"Well, hey, maybe she gave you a real antidote!" Lady said, trying to say something positive.
"Cyra," Trish grabbed her attention, "I know you don't want to hear this, but it's important we're all on the same page," She was trying to be sympathetic, "What else happened in there?"
Cyra thought about it, "Nothing, really."
Trish narrowed her eyes, "Are you sure?"
Cyra threw a look back at her, "W-Why?"
"I can sense Vergil's energy on you," Trish said.
"What!?" Cyra blushed, getting the wrong idea. How did they know!?
"I think Amelia used you as a tether to absorb Vergil's energy," Trish corrected.
"Oh…" Cyra sighed in relief.
Dante smirked, "What'd you think she meant?"
Cyra glared at Dante, "What do you mean tether?" She asked Trish. She felt the same jolt of static electricity when she touched both Amelia then later Vergil. Was that the tether connecting? What were the memories for?
"With her power level, she can't leave the barrier without dying, so she tethered you to absorb Vergil's," Trish said.
"I need to try something…" Cyra muttered and turned around on the desk to Dante, "Hold out your hand."
Dante glanced at Trish a moment, but humored Cyra and held out his hand, "Okay?"
Cyra felt nervous at the prospect of feeling another spout of intense emotions. It was bad enough she had to relive Gabriel's death, but she also had to experience one of Vergil's most intense moments. Gabriel's was one thing, but she managed to grieve and come to terms with it. Vergil's trauma absolutely blind-sighted her. Dante always had a casual vibe to him, but she couldn't help but think his sense of humor was a way to cope with his own inner demons, in a manner of speaking. Dante of course went through his own trauma of losing his mother, and having to kill his brother twice. Cyra wasn't ready to experience another nightmare, but she had to try. Like a bandaid… She thought as she shut her eyes tight and put her hand on Dante's.
Moments later went by, and nothing. No static shock, no trauma. Cyra sighed in relief and removed her hand off of Dante's. The room was silent, "Well, I don't think I'm tethered anymore."
"What makes you think that?" Dante asked retracting his hand back.
"Something else did happen. When I spoke to Amelia today, she touched my hand and literally shocked me. I experienced the same shock when I touched Vergil shortly after..." Cyra explained, being vague and leaving out the memories, "So I guess that's how she connects the tether."
Trish brought up a hand to her chin, thinking, "Learning you're associated with two sons of Sparda probably made you a valuable tether. After you absorbed Vergil's energy, he would be weak enough for her demons to kill him and take the energy from you."
Feeling used was an understatement. She really did feel like a useless fool, "She didn't want to kill me?" Cyra asked.
"It seems Vergil is a priority, but she could be killing two birds with one stone," Trish said.
"So why hasn't she used me as a tether before?" Cyra asked.
"Maybe she has and you didn't notice," Lady shrugged.
Cyra was stumped; she was right. She didn't know what to believe anymore. Dante shifted in his seat, "Vergil being infected probably makes his stolen energy more noticeable. The barrier definitely absorbed some of mine when I got near it, but it was like pocket change."
Vergil hasn't said anything the whole time. Dante and Trish weren't affected by the barrier in the same way he was. It didn't just drain his energy, it zapped it before he even knew what was happening. That must have been why after Cyra touched him, he felt his energy drain close to zero. The parasite had to do something to do with it. Dante did mention it stealing his energy, but he was able to escape before it was too late. Cyra turned to glance to see him sitting on the couch, listening. He held a poker face. She wondered what he was thinking about, but felt a little nervous when he made eye contact with her. She turned back to Trish.
"Is there anything I can do?" Cyra asked.
"Yeah, stay out of trouble. You're a big target now," Dante answered instead.
"I've always been a target, I…" Cyra paused, realizing something. Dante and Trish looked at each other, "Dante… The reason I wanted to hire you as a bodyguard is because demons were targeting me. That was only after I disappeared from the cathedral and started making unholy waters, which Lady Amelia didn't approve of…" It all came crashing down on her, "Lady Amelia sent the demons after me…" Cyra exhaled a long breath of air.
"She seemed to stop soon after you moved in, though," Dante said, "She knows she's weak and that Trish, Lady, and I could have taken out any demon she could muster. It'll probably be the same thing, right?"
"One could only hope," Trish said.
She was back to feeling useless. Cyra nodded "Yeah… It's all the same," She said. She was back at square one, and she didn't even have another lead to focus on.
"Cyra, we know you're upset, but don't irrationally go out just to get yourself killed. We know you go out and do things alone, but we can't take the risk now," Dante asked.
Cyra nodded again, feeling annoyed at being treated like she was a fragile child. Only she was fragile. She was a human meddling in demon territory, as Vergil once put it, "Yeah, I got it."
Dante pursed his lips, knowing the words weren't getting through to her. Cyra pushed herself off of Dante's desk, "Can I go now? I want to inspect that vial she gave me."
"I'll walk with you," Lady said with a slight smile. Lady could handle herself around demons, but being a fellow human, she understood how sometimes things were out of her skill level. For Cyra, unfortunately, it meant most things were.
Cyra glanced at Vergil, "Sorry I tethered you…" She muttered and walked out, Lady following her.
The door closed leaving Dante, Trish, and Vergil in a momentary silence. Vergil understood why Cyra didn't want to bring up seeing his memory. It wasn't really her's to share and she didn't want to cross boundaries, "A detail was left out about the tether," He began, "When she absorbed my energy, she dug into a memory."
"Which one?" Dante asked, curious of which of the horrors she had to see.
"Does it matter? It wasn't very pleasant for her," Vergil answered, "And I don't believe piling on all this extra stress on her is useful."
"I'm aware, and I was holding back," Trish said.
"That was you holding back?" Vergil instigated.
Dante had to suppress his smile at his brother caring so much for Cyra's feelings, "Come on, guys, she's tougher than you think," He said fondly.
"Don't be mistaken, Dante. The more distracted she is, the less time she spends on a cure," Vergil explained.
"If you don't want her to be distracted, then why do you two reek of each other?" Trish asked coyly.
"I don't recall asking for your input," Vergil said back to her.
Trish smirked, "No need to get defensive about it."
"Well, that just means Verge can keep an eye on her since she doesn't like staying put," Dante piped in, referring to how often he follows her, "Right?"
Lady walked back in after taking Cyra back to her bookstore, Vergil hoping it'd be the end of his interrogation. All eyes were on her, "Uhhh, did I miss something?"
"Cyra okay?" Dante asked.
Lady rolled her eyes, "She's fine. You guys treat her like she's made of paper. Humans can handle shit, too, you know."
Dante smiled towards Vergil, "See?"
Vergil glared and tore his eyes away, signaling he no longer wanted part in that conversation. It didn't matter if Cyra could handle herself or not. What mattered was that Vergil would make sure it never gets to the point where her resilience needs to be tested. Though it started as a mild affection for the woman, the stakes getting higher only made Vergil that much more protective. That sorceress in the cathedral seemingly wanted to make things personal, for reasons Vergil had yet to fully understand, but if it meant a lot to Cyra, then it was just as important to him.
The wound on his back started to itch, feeling the fibers of his muscles fuse back together to heal. At least his healing factor was regenerating, he thought.
28th January 3:39pm
Cyra was staring at the new liquid Lady Amelia gave her. This situation was in over her head. Tethers, barriers, sorcerers… Thinking of Lady Amelia, she felt like a completely different person. Cyra sat in her chair, hugging her knees, staring at the vial of liquid. She was less excited knowing that there was no way it'd be anything other than death for Vergil. It was almost not even worth inspecting, but she couldn't help but feed her curiosity.
When she finally decided to inspect the new liquid, her first thought was to mix it with pure demon blood. She placed a drop of each into a petri dish, waiting for any sort of adverse effect. When nothing happened, she thought to have another variant with one of Vergil's old blood vials, using the new mystery liquid as the constant.
Before she could combine then, the old petri dish with the pure demon blood started to evaporate. Cyra's eyes widened… The new liquid was burning the demon blood. Real Holy Water did that. It was real Holy Water, but it was mixed with something. That extra something was to delay the effect as to not seem suspicious. Perhaps it was diluted with saline, but that didn't matter. She rushed to mix the Holy Water with Vergil's older blood sample and sat and stared intently, waiting for a response. A long 35 minutes later, the blood started to evaporate. It was slow. It would have been painful if it went into Vergil. She remembered Lady Amelia's instructions:
"Ration that for about 4 injections and the nidhogg cells should die off and leave his body."
Well, she didn't exactly lie. It would've killed the nidhogg, but Vergil with it. Cyra clenched her fist. However, Lady Amelia did lie. She led Cyra to believe that she was on her side, that she supported her growing affection of the half demon. She would have let Cyra put this in Vergil's bloodstream just to watch him die a slow, agonizing death, and there wouldn't be anything she could do to fix it. Lady Amelia….
"That bitch!" Cyra slammed her desk and stood up from her seat. She backed away slightly from her desk, glaring daggers at the new vial. It was like the sound of glass shattering was resonating around her. Amelia never cared. Cyra was just being used as a pawn for her revenge against demons. The embarrassment of learning she was manipulated was nothing in comparison to her anger she felt for the betrayal. Amelia was her mentor, her family, but it turned out be all a lie.
Cyra reached for her phone and aggressively dialed Dante's number, "Devil May C-"
"Dante!" Cyra interrupted, "Get everyone over here now," She said angrily and hung up. Not knowing what else to take her anger on, she grabbed her chair and tried to throw it across the room. It being too heavy, she only managed to tip it over and slide it into a bookshelf, causing books to fall out. Oh, how she wanted to just knock over the shelf just to create a domino effect.
Dante, Vergil, Trish, and Lady walked in, attention all on Crya's frantic behavior. She was pacing, fists clenched, "It's Holy Water!" she threw her hands up before anyone even said anything, "She gave me Holy Water!"
"That's what the antidote is?" Dante asked.
"That demon bitch tried to make me kill him!" Cyra said pointing to Vergil who was furthest back, leaning against the bookshelf on a wall.
"Can you please stop pacing, it's making me nervous," Lady asked, already uncomfortable at the lack of space available. Cyra threw a glare at Lady, but stopped pacing. She crossed her arms.
"So you've finally come to terms with her being a demon," Dante said.
"I can't believe I was so blind. Why the hell else would she help me? She manipulated me because I told her I…" Cyra trailed off, stopping herself from saying she liked Vergil, "It doesn't matter. I was the one who was worried that I was betraying her! I was the one who still believed in her, but she would have had no problem betraying me! All for her stupid fucking hatred towards demons!" She started pacing again and pointed at Dante, "You know, I told her that you actually helped humans. You think that'd mean something, but she doesn't care! She'd rather blindly hate demons!"
"Cyra! Pacing!" Lady snapped.
"I don't care!" Cyra interrupted, but stopped her pacing again. She let out a long exhale, trying to calm herself.
"Sorry, Cyra, but it's good you're in this place," Dante said, "We can all focus on taking that demon bitch now!"
"All we have to do is take down the barrier," Trish said.
"Would killing Amelia take it down?" Cyra asked.
"In theory, but she may have other allies that are supporting the tethered energy," Trish explained, "Although she seemed to be the only demon in there."
All while Trish was speaking, Cyra marched to her workstation, grabbing a syringe. She plunged it into the vial of pure Holy Water until the syringe was full. She placed the vial back down on the desk and gripped the syringe so that the needle was facing away from her body, like a dagger, "Then I'll give her a taste of her own medicine," With heavy steps, she made her way to the front door.
"Where are you going?" Dante tried, but Cyra walked past him. Trish stepped in front of the door with her arms crossed, stopping Cyra's advance.
"Out of my way," She said.
Dante pulled Cyra's arm to face him, "You don't plan on-" Dante started, but Cyra pulled her arm and held up the Holy Water filled syringe up, "Whoa, whoa, whoa! What are you doing!?" He eased her.
"I'm going to kill her!" Cyra said angrily.
"You really still insist on doing things alone?" Trish asked, walking around.
"I can get through the barrier, right? And I have the means to kill her," Cyra said, holding up the syringe, "What's the problem?"
"Okay, but she's still a demon," Dante tried to reason, "You miss with that at all, and you're dead."
Cyra didn't think that far ahead, something she seemed to be doing a lot lately, "Okay and if I don't miss and kill her, you guys come in and finish her off!"
"The barrier isn't like a water balloon!" Dante said incredulously, "If you kill her, some of the energy will still be there, and she'll use that to kill you."
If Cyra gripped the syringe any tighter, she'd break it. She let out a frustrated growl and held the syringe out for someone, anyone, to grab.
Lady was the one to volunteer as she peered over Dante's shoulder and delicately grabbed it, "I'll take that."
Cyra turned and kicked her door open, "Let me know when someone has a better idea," She said walking out. Trish rolled her eyes and left to go follow Cyra, mostly as a much needed bodyguard.
Vergil and Lady were leaning against a bookshelf next to each other, Vergil quietly observing as he hasn't said a single word that whole exchange, mostly due to how entertaining it was, "Hmm, you were right. Angry Cyra is a treat," Vergil said with a smirk.
Lady eyed Vergil curiously. She noticed his smirk and grimaced, "Eww, you get turned on by that?" Vergil chuckled and pushed himself off of the bookshelf, heading for the exit.
"Somehow I'm not surprised you're into crazy women," Dante said. He turned back to Lady who was waving around the syringe filled with Holy Water to scare him. Dante backed up into the door to leave, leaving Lady to chuckle.
28th January 6:50pm
Vergil only caught a glimpse of an angry Cyra, but he was curious to see more. He figured she has calmed down a bit, but judging from how hard she was hitting the punching bag, there was still a bit of rage in her, causing Vergil to smirk, "Hit it any harder and you'll take the ceiling down with it."
Cyra's attention shot to Vergil. She let out a heavy exhale and smiled at him, "Hey, how are you feeling?" Cyra asked sweetly..
"Wounds are closed, finally," Vergil answered, already missing the rage, but he felt warm at her apparent concern for his well-being.
"Oh, good," Cyra said with a warm smile until it dropped into a serious face, "Fight me."
Vergil's face was surprised at her sudden change in demeanor, but he went serious at the matter at hand, "You know what happened last time."
"Okay, I won't try to punch you this time. Hit me instead," She said.
"Are you out of your mind?" Vergil asked.
Cyra crossed her arms, "Look it's bad enough that I'm useless against Amelia and her stupid fake demons, the least I can do is defend myself from humans!"
Vergil wouldn't fall for the sympathy trap, "Nice try. I know you're just looking for a stress relief," Although he could think of another way to do that. Damn that sorceress for interrupting...
"Come on! You kind of owe me at least a fight!" Cyra argued.
"How do I owe you?" Vergil asked.
"Remember when you had to win last time for me to tell you my secrets? Well, you guessed them all so you didn't reeeally earn them," Cyra said.
"That logic makes no sense," Vergil argued.
"UGH!" Cyra groaned, "Just hit me!"
"No," Vergil said.
"Please hit me?" Cyra asked.
"You've lost it," Vergil said, trying to hide his amusement.
"Then just hold out your arm," Cyra said.
Vergil rolled his eyes and lazily raised an arm, "What is this go-"
Cyra cut him off by grabbing his arm and forcing her back into Vergil's chest, using that momentum to flip his body over her's, slamming his back straight into the mat with a thud. Cyra crouched down next to his head and smiled with a wide grin, "How's that?"
Vergil winced at the impact. He peaked his eye open to look at a much-too-proud-of-herself Cyra grinning down at him, "Your form is terrible," He said through a groan. He stood up.
Cyra jumped up, "Well then hit me so I can get better momentum!"
"If you can't do it without momentum, you can't do it at all," Vergil said.
"Is that something you learned in Yamato school?" Cyra mocked.
Vergil couldn't help but chuckle, "Perhaps you'd be a better fighter if you focused more on training and less on trash talk."
"Just hit me!" Cyra said.
"Three chances," Vergil said
Cyra sighed, "You and your… Fiiiiiine. Hit me!"
Vergil was careful not to hit her enough to hurt her, but he would humor her. He did a right jab, which Cyra gripped and did the same technique, throwing him over her body, slamming his back into the mat, "Better with momentum?" She asked eagerly.
"No," Vergil said standing back up, "Two more attempts."
Cyra furrowed her brows, "Not at all?" She asked.
"You're going to end up hurting yourself more than the attacker with your form," Vergil said.
"How do I fix it?" Cyra asked.
"It's supposed to be one smooth motion. You're splitting it up into three separate motions by hitting me with your back," Vergil said.
Cyra squinted her eyes, "Okay… Hit me,"
Vergil obliged, Cyra using the momentum to roll him off her back, rather then try to throw him. He landed once again with a thud, groaning at the impact, "Better," He breathed, slightly winded as he was standing up, "Once more."
Cyra bit her lip, liking how breathy his voice sounded. Perhaps she'd throw him for a surprise attack. Vergil threw a punch, but this time she moved forward, using his knee as a step to jump up and wrap her other leg over his shoulder, using her own momentum to swing him around and knock him onto his back, her knee still over his shoulder as she had him pinned. Cyra pulled her leg back, straddling his chest at first, but moving down so she was sitting on his stomach, "How's that for momentum?" She asked.
Vergil winced as he was splayed out on the mat, getting tired of being slammed into a mat, "Cheater," He said opening his eyes to see Cyra sitting on him, a sight he rather enjoyed.
Cyra enjoyed it just as much. The idea of being able to overpower this big bad demon excited her, even if he was just sparring with her. She enjoyed the way his furrowed eyes made his face look that much more intense, "What do you think of that one?" She asked in a low voice, her hands casually resting on his chest.
"I think I like it better than the first one," Vergil said.
Cyra leaned her face down towards his, "And my form?" She asked.
"No complaints," Vergil said. Cyra went to his lips, brushing them with her own in a light kiss. Vergil's hands moved to rest along the side of her thighs as he responded to her kiss. She only intended for it to be a light, teasing kiss, but she found herself unable to stop. She felt his hands move up her thighs, gripping them.
Cyra began to feel nervous at the prospect of what could happen if they continued. Hitting on people was much easier when she was distraught over some involuntarily barrage of emotions, she learned. She innocently broke the kiss, and bit her bottom lip, "See? Nothing bad happened," She said softly.
"Hm," Vergil hummed with a placid smile.
Cyra stood up to get off of him, Vergil soon following behind, "Thanks for sparring. It actually helped calm me down," She said, although not angry anymore, she was now nervous. She felt comfortable with him, but at the same time, she was still unsure what their relationship was. Sure, she liked him, she admitted that, but she didn't know how he felt. He could have just been extra nice to her because she was giving him physical attention. It was just a kiss, well two now, she thought, then remembered the rain check to finish what was interrupted. A blush came up at the thought of it. She didn't want to end up feeling used, but being so close to him, almost made her not care. She wanted him. It's been so long since she was intimate with someone, her brain must have just been clouded with desire, she reasoned.
Cyra was packing up her backpack that was resting on the table. Vergil thought she was a little too proud of herself for that bait and switch. He smirked, coming up with an idea. He walked up behind her and rest a hand on her hip as he leaned forward to speak in her ear, "Next time you sit on me, I do hope it's under different circumstances," He said letting his hand linger on her hip a moment longer before he walked away.
Cyra's heart raced. She was too afraid to turn around thinking that if she looked at him, she would absolutely jump on him and wouldn't let any parasite or demon interrupt them, nerves be damned.