Phew, thanks for your patience with an update! Took longer than I expected. I had it finished for a few days, but I wasn't entirely happy with it, so I kept tweaking a few things/words here, then I became too busy this weekend to upload it, but here we are! I'll make it up and post the next one like tomorrow.
I know what you're all waiting for you perverts (jk) that I love so much ;P (i can't heart emote!)

Ladylaicii: That's a whole lotta smiling and I LOVE it! What a compliment :D

AkiariV: I knoowww I've grown attached to Cyra, but i'm like grrr i wanna be you! I wanna just kill that damn thing and make them live happily ever after but I love my drama and suspense too much!

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Alright everyone, put on your serious faces!

30 January 8:13am

Vergil opened his eyes slowly, the fresh sunlight shining in his face. This came as a surprise considering his room at Devil May Cry never gave him this problem. It took him a moment to remember just where he was. Turning his head to avoid the sunlight, his attention fell on the mass of dark hair next to him. Waking up and having her be the first thing he saw was something he could get used to. Her back was facing him, guessing Cyra must have moved in her sleep, but being such a light sleeper, he was surprised he didn't notice. His eyes fell to inspect her sleeping form. She was still in her bra, the blanket lowering overnight as it was slightly resting over her hip now. Her skin was rather pale, much like his was, though it wasn't surprising considering her profession and introversion. Eyes scanned lower down her back, noticing a scar spanning over her waist, ending somewhere on her stomach that he couldn't see. It was white, signaling that it's old, but it was the width of a pencil, meaning that the actual wound must have been a lot bigger when it was fresh. He scowled, wanting to know who would dare hurt his woman.

Cyra shifted a bit in her sleep, knocking Vergil out of his own thoughts. When he was sure she wasn't awake, he outstretched his hand to lightly trace his fingers over that scar on her waist, feeling the slightly raised tissue.

Cyra shifted again, "Mmmm morning," She muttered, but then it dawned on her that she wasn't alone. She screamed and jumped up in her bed, sitting up, pulling the blanket to cover her chest. Once she realized it was Vergil next to her, she calmed down, remembering the events of last night, "Ohmygod," She said in one breath, "I'm sorry… I'm not used to waking up with anyone," She blushed.

Vergil never thought about it. After all, her past is none of his business, but that statement was oddly relieving to him. He wanted to be the only one she would wake up next to, "Well, don't I feel privileged."

Cyra laughed, "Are you making fun of me?"

"Not at all," Vergil answered honestly, but with a smirk to keep her on edge.

"You are making fun of me!" Cyra said.

"Are you calling me a liar?" Vergil asked, amused at the situation.

Cyra narrowed her eyes at him, "Hmm… alright, fine. But give me a break! You get used to things after three years."

"You haven't been with anyone since?" Vergil asked.

Cyra blushed feeling awkward, "N-No… Is that weird?"

Another adjective to describe Cyra was loyal, at least. Maybe. Vergil let out a chuckle, "I'd answer, but you may just think I'm lying," He grinned.

Cyra sighed in response and slouched back into the bed slightly. Knowing he'd hate it if she apologized, she had to just own up to it, "I won't think you're lying…"

Vergil sat up enough so he could reach to pull her face towards his for a light kiss, "It's not strange. In fact, I like it," He admitted. Cyra smiled and before she knew it, he got up out of the bed, to grab his clothes to put back on. Cyra was a bit let down that he was already getting ready to leave, but she couldn't stop herself from watching his movements. Since it was daylight, she could finally see every one of his muscles at work as he put his clothes on. His healing factor must have finally taken care of his recent injuries as not even a scar was gracing the skin on his back. How lucky. The way his shoulder blades moved as he put his vest on was mesmerizing. Once again, she was able to see just how lean he was under his clothes. She felt oddly privileged to know this about him, like it was some secret he only let her know. Though she could say that about the rest of him, too. All Cyra had was Gabriel, but just how many other women had the opportunity to view Vergil this way?

"You're staring again," Vergil said not even looking at her as he put on his coat.

Cyra lifted the blanket to cover half her face, embarrassed that she got caught, "J-just noticed your wounds have healed."

Vergil walked to the end of the room, where his shoes were thrown about, "Stare as much as you'd like," He said slyly as he put his shoes on, "But I must be on my way to deal with a meddling brother."

Cyra laughed, feeling awkward at the thought. Oh god, what was Dante going to think or say? Why did it matter, anyway? "Better you than me. Good luck," She smiled watching him walk away, heading downstairs. Once again, she felt a slight disappointment that he didn't kiss her again as a goodbye. It was silly of her to think, she realized. They weren't in a relationship. Their affection towards each other was new, and she couldn't let herself get clingy. It made her second guess her own affection. What if she was getting too attached and all he wanted was sex? No, of course not! Vergil wouldn't have taken me out and said all those nice things if he didn't at least kind of like me.

Cyra turned her head back to the spot next to her, where he slept. It was something she could get used to. Cyra didn't know when they ended up falling asleep, but she felt like she got more sleep than usual. It was a peaceful sleep, for once not bogged down with any nightmares. Her recurring nightmare of Gabriel's death would hopefully be in the past. Cyra shifted to lay her head in Vergil's spot on the pillow, smelling his scent, making her smile. Learning that demons have a stronger sense of smell felt awkward at first, but she hoped that he got a similar feeling around her scent. All she wanted to do in that moment was cure him and see where their life would take them, completely forgetting that his stay may be temporary.

Cyra could lay in her bed all day, but she had a very important job to do. She sat up, throwing the blanket off of her and head down to her workstation.

30 January 8:45am

Vergil was incredibly relieved when he came home that morning. The last thing he wanted was have Dante interrogate him. Having spent the night in her bed, Cyra's scent was all over Vergil, incriminating him. He just needed 10 seconds to walk from the front door of Devil May Cry to the bathroom to shower and wash away the evidence. It would seem luck was on his side, because Dante was nowhere to be found.

Vergil found himself lost in thought in the shower, which he didn't like to do. Letting his mind wander usually meant it going into darker places than he cared to deal with. However, that day was different. He wasn't relying on the white noise of the shower to keep his mind calm. He wouldn't need it as long as he had a certain brunette to distract him. This time, his mind was focused on her. The way she made him feel like nothing was wrong was foreign to him. There were so many things wrong. The Nidhogg parasite, that sorceress, the demon portal that was still open, the anxiety of knowing Nero could show up any minute and being forced to interact with him, and not to mention having to tell Cyra about him. It all went full circle as he found his mind wandering on her once again.

He closed his eyes, and leaned forward against the shower wall, exhaling as he felt the water hit the back of his head, pushing his hair forward over his eyes. He was in a trance, focusing on the lingering feeling of Cyra's hands on his skin. They were soft, he remembered, as they sensually grazed his body, almost lovingly. The last thing he'd do is rush her to find a cure for him, but moments like last night was when he felt most impatient.

Having to fight with Dante was another reminder. Not being at full strength frustrated him more than he thought it would. It was one thing to be weaker than normal, but the parasite made him feel like anytime he left the office, he had a countdown over his head, ready to go off.

30 January 10:04am

The syringe that Cyra loaded up with holy water was sitting on her desk, as if taunting her. Holy water… It's become so weak over the years, it may as well not exist, but injecting it directly into a demon's bloodstream will make sure they stay dead - or at least make them weak enough to kill them with easier means. A demon attacked with Holy Water is weak enough for almost any human to kill it. Amelia's little deceptive trick to killing Vergil would be her own downfall. Cyra frowned, becoming angry again.

It was betrayal. Cyra trusted Amelia and saw her as a mother figure, in a way. Knowing that she would so easily turn Cyra into a pawn to assist her quest to kill demons angered her. There had to be more to the story. If it truly was revenge for an entire species, then it must have been one complicated story. Cyra emptied the syringe of holy water. The way Amelia made it was that it was a delayed response. If Cyra wanted to go kill Amelia with it, she'd have to strip it so it would be an immediate effect. Dante was right, it was too dangerous and Amelia would just try to attack her. Though if her actual energy is as weak as Dante said, a combination of Holy Water and that little gun in Cyra's desk drawer would surely be enough to take her out.

Cyra started the long process of stripping Holy Water from the mixed vial. For a second, she didn't know why she started it. She knew she'd never hear the end of it if she went to attack Amelia. Maybe she would just go innocently and attempt to talk to her again. Amelia may have betrayed her, but Cyra felt she at least deserved to know why. She knew there was more to the story. Maybe there was a proper way to convince Amelia to help her. She knew it was wishful thinking. There was no help to be had from Amelia.

And yet….

30 January 2:02pm

Another portal opened. It wasn't the one Dante opened when he dragged Vergil back to the human realm. It wasn't a large portal. It was more like a seam where demons could only find it if they were looking for it. Or if something was drawing them in. It wasn't very difficult for Dante and Vergil to figure out who was responsible for it: Amelia.

Either way, it was no matter for the devil hunters. While Trish and Lady handled a long distance job that Morrison found for them, Dante put it on himself to patrol and make sure the demons steer clear of the city. The portal he opened was his responsibility, and Vergil only felt that Amelia's portal was his.

Dante and Vergil just hoped that no more demons would be aware of it's opening. No matter, Vergil thought as sliced through lesser demons with ease. He was sure that he and Dante was sending out the message very clearly that the human realm was not to be touched.

"Never thought I'd say this, but I can't wait to fight you again," Dante said.

"Getting bored, are you?" Vergil asked.

"No offense to these demons, but they're not putting up much of a fight," Dante said.

"I've never agreed with you more," Vergil said.

Dante shot the last one down, "I mean, look at this! A couple attacks and they die," Dante complained. He glanced over at Vergil to see his posture slightly hunched, staring back into the city. Dante was concerned and threw his sword over his shoulder, "Maybe they didn't put up much of a fight because they were focused on you," He taunted, hiding his concern. He didn't think Vergil was using up that much energy.

"I'm fine," Vergil growled, hating being viewed as weak by his little brother.

"I know, I know," Dante said defensively.

Vergil closed his eyes and tried to inhale, taking a deep breath like Cyra has instructed him before to calm down. It didn't seem to help. Perhaps because the woman wasn't actually the one to guide him. He found her voice and physical contact more calming than the actual breathing method. Even the thought of her seemed to help at the moment. Vergil turned back to Dante, smirking, "Well if demons don't want to show themselves, then you and I will have to do something to pass the time."

"Someone seems to be in a good mood," Dante said.

"I'd never pass on a fight with you, little brother," Vergil said deviously.

Dante narrowed his eyes, grinning, "I know what you're doing. You're keeping up the act of tough guy by saying you want to fight, fully knowing I'll say no," Dante said.

Vergil chuckled to himself, "Make no mistake, Dante. I'll still fight you in my condition."

"Even if you know you'll lose?" Dante asked with a wide grin.

"Care to find out?" Vergil smirked, preparing his Yamato.

Dante smirked back, and took a step back to ready his own sword, "Alright, but I won't be the one that will have explain this to your girlfriend."

Vergil flinched and frowned, dashing at Dante so quickly that it looked like he teleported, hitting him in the stomach with the hilt, knocking him back. Dante slid back, but braced himself. He just laughed, "Looks like a struck a nerve!"

Vergil unsheathed his Yamato and pointed the blade at Dante, "Quit mocking me and fight!"

Dante straighten his body, "Guess you won't take no for ans-" Dante's senses stopped him. Something was going off in the distance. He narrowed his eyes back at the city, trying to find the source of what he was feeling, "You don't think..." Dante muttered. Speak of the devil.

Vergil was already turned in the direction of what Dante was sensing, "Stupid woman…" Vergil growled.

10 minutes earlier….

Cyra looked up ahead at the Cathedral for what would hopefully be the final time. The only way to get in is with kindness. She couldn't waltz right up there and start angrily banging on the door. A holy water filled syringe was hidden in her sleeve as well as a gun on her back, placed securely in the waistband of her pants. Cyra raised her hand that was free from the syringe and pulled on the drawstring to ring the bell, being let in almost instantly.

Amelia was kneeling in front of the altar at the end of the cathedral, back turned. Cyra carefully made her way up, readjusting her sleeve to make sure the syringe was ready to use. Amelia turned her head just enough so Cyra could see she was smiling, "Come sit," She said with a sweet voice, turning back to focus on the altar.

Cyra continued to walk her way closer to Amelia, but instead of sitting next to Amelia, she sat in the single pew available, since the rest of the cathedral was littered with hospital beds. Cyra's eyes never left Amelia's figure. Once she was seated, however, she glanced up to the altar: a statue of what looked to be an angel, surrounded in candles.

Angels and gods, how ridiculous, Cyra thought, aware of her hypocrisy. Her eyes glanced back to Amelia.

"What do I owe the pleasure?" Amelia asked.

"I just came to talk," Cyra answered honestly.

"Talk about what, dear?" Amelia asked.

"I just want to know why," Cyra said, voice calm, hiding her sadness.

Amelia didn't answer at first. She put her forehead to her hands momentarily, sending a silent prayer to what she was worshipping, "I should have known you would figure it all out."

"I couldn't really believe it at first," Cyra replied.

Amelia smiled though Cyra could not see, "I'm honored at your faith in me."

"Hard to mistrust a woman who claims to want to save humans as much as you did," Cyra said.

"Humans are far too pure of a species… They truly want to believe in good, no matter what. Prisons to house criminals hoping to reform them... That's unheard of where I come from," Amelia explained. Amelia's words hit Cyra with a force. She finally admitted to being a demon. Once Amelia said it in her own words, Cyra was able to finally, truly believe it.

"Tell me. What do you believe in, Cyra?" Amelia asked, Cyra didn't respond and Amelia continued, "In this realm, I mean."

"Family," Cyra answered.

"Strange answer considering you don't have any," Amelia answered. Cyra knew Amelia just wanted to get under her skin, so she stayed silent. Amelia extinguished a flame on the candle in front of her, "and that you abandon the family you did have."

"Are you talking about Gabriel's family? Because I sure as hell didn't have a family here," Cyra said.

"Did my guidance mean nothing to you?" Amelia asked.

"It meant everything to me until I found out it was a lie," Cyra said.

"Don't mistake the situation, dear. The only liar here is you," Amelia said.

"You almost made me to kill him," Cyra said, unable to hide the anger in her voice.

"And you almost made me cure a demon. Our goal was to kill demons and keep humans safe. What ever happened to that?" Amelia asked.

"He's different!" Cyra said.

"Why, because you have feelings for him? Disgraceful," Amelia said.

Cyra was shaking she was so angry, "You said I was brave for moving on."

"Bravery is often mistaken for stupidity," Amelia said.

"So what do you call revenge?" Cyra asked, glaring.

Amelia chuckled, "You're in no position to start judging me."

"It was just a question," Cyra said.

"What you call revenge, I call justice. Happy with my answer?" Amelia said.

She wasn't. This wasn't justice, "You're weak," Cyra said through clenched teeth, "You can't do anything on your own so you used me to do your dirty work."

Amelia smirked though Cyra could not see it, "I tried, Cyra… I tried to make you see for yourself, the true horrors of that demon you choose to share your heart with."

"How?" Cyra spat.

"The memory," Amelia clarified, "Although, if it did not convince you, then I'm curious on what you actually saw."

"You didn't see it?" Cyra asked.

"No, I know enough of what he's capable of," Amelia said.

"You thought that memory would make me want to kill him?" Cyra asked.

"I believed in you… I wanted you to get a glimpse into his miserably, dark past to make the decision on your own. I gave you the means to kill him so he cannot harm you or any other human ever again," She explained, "And yet you turn your back on humankind because of love. I should have known you would mistakenly turn trauma into compassion. It's why I believed you'd be such a good asset to me, but turns out it became your weakness."

That memory was meant to make Cyra fear Vergil and be on Amelia's side... It almost worked. For a moment, she had to convince herself that Urizen was who she saw, not Vergil… But she was able to get past it. Amelia's manipulation failed, "So you know him?" Cyra asked.

"I've met that filthy half demon many, many years ago-" Amelia paused, "When he resurrected Temen-ni-gru. I heard of his enslavement to Mundus and it was music to my ears. You can imagine my shock when I learned he came back to summon the Qliphoth, and then even more so when I learned you were associated with him, let alone have feelings for him."

"So this is really all about him..." Cyra realized.

"He just doesn't know when to stay dead… But I'll make sure of it," Amelia said grimly.

Cyra's chest tightened at the thought, "Why him?"

"Cyra, if you met the demon that killed Gabriel, wouldn't you want to kill him?" Amelia asked.

"What?" Cyra was in utter bewilderment.

"Answer the question honestly," Amelia said.

"Revenge isn't-"

"Answer it!" Amelia shouted, causing Cyra to jump.

Cyra knew she was expected to say yes. But would she? If she had the chance to run into the demon who stabbed through Gabriel's chest with its claws, would she want to kill it? Her manipulation was proving how desperate she was. Because the answer is, of course Cyra would want to kill it, but by saying that, she'd be admitting to wanting to kill Vergil - which is absolutely not what she wanted. While Amelia saw the world in black and white; human and demon; good and evil; Cyra lived in the gray area. She had to play it smart, "I would."

Amelia finally stood up and turned around to look at Cyra, "Kill the demon who stole my Gabriel away from me, then let me help you find that demon that killed yours," Amelia held out her hand.

Cyra stared up at Amelia from her seated position on the pew. Amelia was standing there with a genuine look in her eyes; no attempt to lie to Cyra any longer. She truly believed that Vergil was evil enough to need to die? What it more than just a grudge? Cyra didn't understand the full story behind Amelia's loss, but the old woman was desperate to make the connection to sympathize with Cyra. Gabriel… her entire life… her partner for 16 years of her life, married for 10… Gone because of a demon. Revenge could be sweet. Cyra stood up, maintaining eye contact.

Lady Amelia… No, Cyra would not become like her. She would not become lost in the empty void that is revenge. Cyra let the syringe from her sleeve drop in her hand and she gripped it hard into her hands. With a quick strike, she threw herself at Amelia and stabbed her in the neck with the syringe, her thumb slamming down on the plunger to empty the contents into Amelia's bloodstream. The older woman shrieked, and grabbed Cyra's hand, sending a familiar jolt shoot through her veins.

Cyra froze and her eyes went wide. Destruction and rubble surrounded her. There was a male body at her feet, dead; bloodied and ripped apart. Who knows how recognizable he was. There was a woman with long black hair weeping next to the dead body. For a moment, all Cyra could do was stare at the depressing sight in front of her. As if a spotlight was widening it's cone of light, more and more bodies started to appear in front of Cyra. Bloodied corpses littered around in piles, alone, with no one to weep for them.

Anger. All she felt was anger.

The weeping woman looked up at the tower that seemingly came out of the ground. Her face was covered by her hair, but Cyra followed her gaze to the top of the tower. There was a man standing, watching over the destruction, not even looking at the weeping woman. It was clear she wasn't his concern. More anger… How dare this man not look at us!? How dare he treat us as if we were insignificant? Did these corpses mean nothing to him!?

That man... Cyra didn't know how she could recognize him from so far down the tower, but his long blue coat and his slicked back white hair was unmistakable. He looked much younger, but it was definitely him - Vergil!

Cyra knocked out of the trance and found herself back in the presence of Amelia, the syringe hitting the ground. Cyra's legs felt weak but she wobbled backwards as Amelia was shrieking. The holy water was in her body, ready to evaporate her blood until she was going to fall over. The gun! Cyra yelled at herself. She had to shoot her, but she was so immobilized by fear and anger from the memory.

Amelia threw off her veil, showing long white hair flowing underneath it, "Do you see now!?" She shrieked, hugging her body tight, trembling from the pain. Purple energy started to become visible to Cyra's eyes, narrowing and shrinking around Amelia's body, enveloping her until it fit like armor. Her white hair was becoming black. Her older, pale, skin turning taut and full of color. Even her small stature grew taller, "I tried to protect you.. But…!" She was growling inhumanely.

Cyra's hands started moving as if they were independent from her brain. She didn't go all the way to the cathedral to not kill Amelia. Cyra's hands snaked behind her, finding the gun placed in her waistband. She had to try. With a quick pull, she aimed her gun and pulled the trigger. It would have perfectly hit Amelia in the face had it not been for the wall of magic Amelia seemingly put up. Cyra couldn't even see it until the bullet hit the wall, just the ripples from the impact. Frowning, Cyra kept pulling the trigger until the gun clicked, signaling the clip was empty. That magic wall would not let up and not a single bullet went through.

Cyra took a few steps back until her legs gave out and she was forced to watch from the ground. Amelia's body started to straighten, no longer hunched over from pain. Fear was set onto Cyra's face wondering just how the hell the holy water wasn't hurting her? The stored energy in the barrier appeared to be healing her! The woman who once looked like a sweet young grandmother now looked to be a woman in the prime of her life. Her long black hair hung down her face as if it were straw; her pale blue eyes held intense rage, now completely directed at Cyra.

"Did you finally see what your precious demon has done!?" Amelia shouted angrily. Amelia held out her arms, manifesting a hoard of demons holding scythes in front of her - more Hell Prides. The adrenaline kicked in upon seeing them.

Cyra stood up, tripping over herself as she ran to the cathedral exit, only to find that the door would not budge. She slammed her fist on the door, screaming for someone to help her.

"Thousands! Thousands dead because of him! Simply because he wanted to!" Amelia was shouting, "I didn't want it to be this way, Cyra! I tried to make you see on your own! I thought you of all people would understand the pain of losing a loved one to a demon!" Amelia shouted and her demonic manifestations charged at Cyra. Cyra slid down the door and fell on her knees, holding her head, thinking of far too many regrets, but was happy that at least she tried.

Only she never did get attacked.

The roof of the cathedral crumbled due to a great force from above striking through it, taking out all the manifestations with the rubble. The ground quaked at the impact, revealing both Dante and Vergil in their Sin Devil Trigger forms. They used the forms to quickly fly to Cyra's aid, Vergil of which he quickly got out of to maintain his demon energy. Dante lunged forward to attack Amelia, but she held out her hands once more, summoning a small wall of demon energy to shield her from the attacks. Dante's power was much too powerful, as the shield instantly shattered, leaving Amelia no choice but to teleport out of the way. Dante faded back to his human form to conserve his energy. The brothers separated their positions to attack her from two sides, crossing their sword slashes, only for Amelia to teleport once again.

Amelia summoned another hoard to manifest over Cyra's body. Dante pulled out his guns to shoot all the manifestations, giving Vergil the perfect opportunity to stab right through Amelia's distracted form. She dramatically screamed but it soon turned into a laugh. She expelled the rest of her demon energy that was surrounding her to push the half devils away, closer to Cyra. That barrier of absorbed demon energy was much more powerful than they thought. Still laughing, Amelia summoned a ring of purple fire around her, the flames raising until she was completely engulfed in it. Vergil would not let her escape. He lunged once more, dashing through the flames, but once he went through it, the flames dispersed and nothing was left. No energy or Amelia.

"Damn it," Dante muttered, unable to sense her presence, "She's gone."

Vergil would deal with that later. He immediately started walking to Cyra, who was staring ahead. She was shaking. Vergil was too, out of anger. Anger and relief that she was all right. Before he could reach her, the adrenaline that kept the parasite from hurting him seemingly wore off, causing him to fall down to his knee, catching his breath. He spent so much energy, but he wouldn't let the damn parasite be the reason Cyra gets hurt. The pain was coming fast. The countdown long started.

Cyra saw this opportunity to escape. She stood up shaking. Dante was closer and took a step over to Cyra, "Are you okay?" He asked, holding out a hand to keep her up.

Cyra didn't look at him as she turned to press her back against the wall, "Don't touch me, I'm tethered!" She shouted, eyes staring at the closed door, averting her eyes away from Dante and especially Vergil. She couldn't look at him. That memory… Amelia's memory… Was it real? Without another word from either of them, she was finally able to pull the door open and run off.

"The hell?" Dante asked.

Considering she was tethered, Vergil guessed she must have seen a memory that affected her. If it was Amelia's doing, there was no doubt it was something bad to manipulate Cyra. The only question is what could she have possibly seen?

30 January 2:14pm

Cyra ran to her bookstore, stumbling inside it. The door closed behind her, but it didn't feel like it was enough. Danger could just walk in any second. Cyra grabbed a tall book off a shelf to fit inside the door handles, using it as a bar to keep the door closed. It still wasn't enough. It may keep a human away, but she was still in danger of anything else. She grabbed the chair, the chair that Vergil hated, and pushed it to the door, using it as a secondary blockade, even if she knew it was useless as the doors opened the other way. It was just a desperate act to put anything she could between herself and the outside. Finally feeling the adrenaline starting to fade, she fell back on the floor, landing on her bottom. Her breathing was heavy and ragged. She felt sick.

She saw it. She heard the stories of Temen-ni-gru from Dante, but she just finally saw it. Vergil summoned the tower that Sparda sealed two thousand years ago, with the hopes of achieving ultimate power. For some reason, it never occurred to her the consequences of that tower. Not only was that city destroyed, but demons killed it's civilians. An entire city worth of… she trailed off at her own thought, feeling her heart beating in her throat.

That anger. Anger towards Vergil. Those weren't her feelings, she had to convince herself. They were Amelia's. Resurrecting that tower also brought demons with it to kill everyone in the city, Amelia's lover being one of the casualties. It finally made sense to Cyra. Why she wanted revenge, why she gravitated towards Cyra, why she hated Vergil especially.

He killed an entire city of people…

It was 25 years ago! That was the Vergil Dante had to fight. That was the Vergil that would soon fall to be enslaved to Mundus. That wasn't my Vergil.

But Urizen was only 8 months ago... What's stopping him from doing it again?

NO!

Cyra pushed herself up, grabbing Gabriel's framed photo off of her desk, accidentally dropping it in the process, cracking the glass. She picked it back up and stumbled up the steps to her bathroom, locking the door behind her. This was as safe as she could be. Behind two doors and an entire floor. Cyra finally looked down at the framed photo in her hands. The glass cracked over Gabriel's face, making him just as distinguishable as the corpse she saw in Amelia's memory. Cyra hugged the photo to her chest and curled up next to her bathtub, finally letting the tears fall from her eyes, "I'm so sorry, Gabriel…"

The guilt she thought she was relieved of didn't manage to stay away for long...