Devil May Cry: Would you fight for me?

Written By: Lady Lunar Phoenix

Author Notes at the bottom

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Sliding open upon the mere hint of a living presence, the towering doors parted easily despite the ages they had stayed shut. Revealed before him was a large room with pillars impaling the ground along the walls. Thick stone pillars that formed the massive spikes, symbolic of when a cerberus was kept inside. Frozen to the door behind it, the demon was now a Devil Arm and the door was revealed for any who walked inside. Griffon and Shadow took point, moving forward as one while Vergil was left observing the room. The floor was slick with melting chunks of ice and puddles of cold water, the slightest of splashes as Vergil strode along. The chill ignored as it eagerly coated his sandled feet.

"Form follows function... ahh... I see..." Vergil spoke to himself. Reciting the process he used to use this new and unique ability. 'In order to use the World of V, I have to relinquish control to him, to my humanity. Thus when he loses his concentration, he is forced to give up the body and, my mind asserts control thus how my form reverts back...' Yet if his time was stopped at that precise moment, it could very well cause him to be stuck like this.

His mind, in the form V took.

Heated winds from outside was already ghosting along as the cold from cerberus dispersed. Between the stored chill and the damage that lacked the dust of antiquity would imply the damage to be recent. Originally that 'someone' was Dante. "Very well, let's assume that the tower is the original tower. Dante would have traveled through here..."

The library wasn't far off, if the passages and damage were retained from Dantes' own trip he merely had to follow in those foot steps. So Vergil walked. Between the sharp sound of the cane striking the stone floor, Griffon's wingbeats and Shadows' padded paws. It was almost like he wasn't alone even if his familiars were silent and soul less. 'Nine months after our meeting... I thought nothing of it other than another loss. Another proof...'

The doors opened before him spilling out Nelo Angelos variants on the search. Eyeless yet they zeroed in on Vergil easily enough. "Ahh recognize the one who you were made pale imitations of?" Vergil sneered, as Griffon and Shadow took off to answer the threat of the approaching demons.

Perhaps some residual fondness for V existed in the familiars after all. For when V called them out, even soulless and silent as they were, they moved with presence. With Vergil it was slower, Griffon flew straight ahead with Shadow, neither showing any sign of a personality. Or maybe it was because V, himself, had more spirit. Vergils' demonic side was willing to sit and soak in the power and blood. Casted out though he was V took action.

V had motivation.

Though there was a question as to how Nightmare would act under Vergils' control. The familiar was already mindless raw power. Would it matter? Or matter more? The room spread out before him, dark granite colored stone, two staircases embraced the walls and rose up to a single double door that rested above. Angels stood on a pedestal wings open as though ascending towards heaven. While Griffon hacked lightning that seared the air and burned into the Angelos. Shadow was spinning into the chest of another one...

Amid the heat of battle one Angelo emerged who ignored all of the familiars. It was swooping down towards the doors leading out of the room. Straight towards Vergil, who lacked Yamato or any means to deal with it, with a good amount of haste and something clutched... was that something gold in its hands...? 'Dante said he saw something golden...' He had demons to fight and no way to pursue the one escaping, save risking Nightmare... Even as the noise of battle filled the air, a pair of slender hands grabbed his elbow and yanked him near off his feet.

Weak, V was just too weak...

He was pulled out from the doorway, dragged along and fairly stuffed behind the door that he had just walked in through. It scraped against his arm and shoulder as he spun around to see who had accosted him. Yet instead of a demon for him to stab the cane. There was just a red haired slip of a girl in a long white dress gown, her hair rested loose upon her shoulders and a hint of panic resided in her eyes. Nor a hint of demonic or magical power within her, a mere human...

Her fearful gaze was locked on the demons that flew about the room as she peeked out from behind the door. While her hands held tight on his arm. 'Is this mere slip of a girl trying to protect me?' he thought. She had wedged him in between the door leaving him no room to move while she anxiously watched the battle.

It was certainly peculiar an action, and while he couldn't 'see' he focused his inner awareness on the familiars so they could continue fighting. Thus forced into silence instead and let the familiars do their work. 'This girl was not in the tower before, where did she come from?'

Savage satisfaction sparked through Vergil's thoughts as he felt 'his' minions destroying these off model versions Mundus' own. That Griffon and the others were based on Mundus' own demons, remade by Vergil only added to his feelings. They were improved upon, stronger than what Mundus could create. It was foolishness, hubris to make up for the fear that ate when he thought of the demon.

Nero was strong, but he had a family, how would he be able to support them while being hunted? Defeated by his father, Mundus survived, defeated by Dante Mundus boasted that he would survive that too. If Mundus learned of Nero and hunted down Nero the way that he had hunted down Vergil? 'No I can't let it repeat. He's more human than demon, I can't be like father and trust that he'll be fine on his own.'

"We can't let the demons see us, its dangerous," the young girl beside him broke into his thoughts with a sudden comment.

"Brave girl, to worry not only for yourself but for a stranger who doesn't exactly..." he gave a dark chuckle even as he raised his wrist and struck the ground lightly with the end of his cane. A means to draw her attention down to his attire and multitude of tattoos. Indeed she would have fit right at home inside a church of sorts rather than here in the tower. "Appear worthy of protection."

She spoke the modern language, so it wasn't as though she was a part of the towers' original construction or sealing... So again... who was she?

"Sparda taught us that looks don't matter, its the heart that counts," she replied as though reciting scripture. But...

'Father? Wait...' Vergil thought, growing amused at the notion that the girl was from Fortuna. It was the only city that had an active cult to Sparda. The rest of the world... 'Bah what do I know of the 'rest of the world' I have been dead for decades. With no clue what woke me from my state to drag me back.'

"While the false angels were certainly a threat," he began as Shadow speared the last of said false angels to death repeatedly. He walked past her though she had not let go, and was actively pulling on him to bring him back to 'safety'. Vergil managed to pull his arm free enough that she was left holding his wrist. Bringing back to mind the few times he had someone touched him in a non aggressive manner. His mother just took his smaller hand in hers, but 'she'... "They are no more, and these two are mine."

He held out his free right arm and willed Griffon to him, the storm bird glided easily to his side, perching itself on the offered limb. It silently observed the young girl while Shadow rose up from the ground behind Vergil, to do the same before they went back to scan the area. "See, they are only a threat to demons and those that would do me harm." He explained, while V's body reflexively softening his tone. 'This is 'my' body!' he thought in protest at how easily the body adjusted to how V did things.

But it was true, it felt easier to soften his voice to V's cadence around the girl, where as when he spoke to Dante he just spoke. 'Perhaps its for the best that I let the body react naturally. If I am to deal with humans I should allow my 'form' to follow its function...' he decided while the girl in question studied the familiars in no small amount of awe. Though the lighting in the room did dulled the sheen of Griffons' feathers. Between both the predatory sized bird on his arm, and sleek black panther at his hip. He must have been rather imposing in his own way.

They walked further from behind the large doors, Vergil with far more confidence than what the girl used.

"Oh wait, then I must have distracted..." The girl in questions' cheeks turned noticeably pink as she bowed her head. "I'm so sorry, forgive me," she began bowing like some errant maid to a Lord. The image of it amused him even as he shrugged his unburden shoulder.

"You need not apologize, indeed I'm flattered that a demure maiden such as yourself would care for a..." Vergil paused in amusement. "Devil hunter."

"Oh, my name is Kyrie, also my..." She suddenly went silent as she turned to look about the room. "Oh no... I need to get back."

"Get back?" Vergil echoed both confused and amused given she couldn't fight but would want to get back further 'in' the tower.

"My brother and Nero are further up..." She explained and turned her back to the exit and started back up the stairs. She couldn't shake the horrible image of that white haired man trying to kill Nero.

'Nero? He's here?!' Vergil's own thoughts instantly fixated onto the idea that Nero was in the tower. In alarm as he also turned his gaze to the door that rested at the top of the stairs as well. 'Could it be my Nero? Well there's one easy way to find out.' "Well, do you recall how to find the room they were in?"

Kyrie took a step up before she paused and shook her head. "I want to say I do."

Griffon spread his wings without a verbal command as Vergil lowered his arm. "Then allow me to accompany you to your group. Griffon can check through the tower much more quickly than we can search." He offered and upon seeing her conflicted expression he gave a soft smile. "Think of it as gratitude for your courage in trying to protect me. Also... you may call me 'V'..."

Kyrie took strength from the smile, it was like Nero's more gentle smiles, soft and reassuring. 'It would help... Oh Nero please be ok.' "Ah, ok Mr. V... If its not any trouble..."

The strangers' answer was to move towards the door while the bird, Griffon, flew off ahead. "I hope that scary man doesn't hurt Griffon."

"A scary man?" Vergil asked, glancing over before he pushed at V's thick ink soaked black hair. Wishing he could get it to stay out of his face without summoning Nightmare. Perhaps even summoning that familiar would not help.

"I don't know... The first time I ever saw him, he shot our leader in the head. Just dropped down from the ceiling and..." Kyrie shivered at the memory. "Forgive me, he just makes me nervous..." Kyrie explained anxiously as she quickened her pace up the stairs.

"I see, well at the very least I can return you to your friends. Perhaps I can help defuse whatever situation the three of you have found yourselves in as well."

"Oh that would be a great help!" Kyrie replied turning to look down at the ascending man. "Well, I should clarify, the two of them are my brothers sort of. Credo is my brother by birth, Nero was adopted into our family."

Vergil raised a dark eyebrow, feeling a bit confused over such a wordy confession. "Why need a distinction for Nero?" He asked, and watched as her cheeks took on a slightly modest pink.

'Dante mentioned that Nero was in a relationship...' "Ohh, is the distinction because Nero is..."

Kyrie lowered her eyes and though she could feel her cheeks get warm, she sighed. "Our parents adopted him when he was eight years old. As such he's my 'brother' but..." her hands clasped together as she looked down and quiet frustration ghosted over her features. "For some, he's... I'm sorry... I'm holding us up." Whirling about she resumed her pace, maybe even more quickly than before.

But it was an interesting bit of intel for Vergil. 'So this girl is Nero's adoptive sister... but... either they are,' "He who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence." He quoted and could see her head tilt thoughtfully before she looked over her shoulder at him. "If there is something you desire, but do not act to obtain it, it can often times lead to resentment against the world."

Raising his cane he pointed to the doors they were approaching, "if by chance they were on the other side of the door, but you allowed preconceived notions. Or the world at large to tell you to keep the doors shut, you would never reach them. Even if they are not there, you won't know until you try."

Kyries' expression softened at that and she stopped walking until Vergil had joined her side. Then she resumed her trek, though her expression was now more thoughtful. "I... I suppose you're right, but everyone in the city knows us..."

"You know of the Dark Knight Sparda?" Vergil asked patiently enough, his cane striking as a punctuation to his fathers' name.

As expected her expression warmed instantly in a comforted manner, "yes! We're taught to worship him for all that he did for the world."

"Well, he was a Devil, if he merely allowed himself to limit himself to be only a devil the humans would still be enslaved to this day. I will concede that some desires are best left to being mere desires, I have a few myself. But if a desire brings no harm why deny it? Nero is your adoptive brother, you are not strangling the roots of your family tree by being with him." He shrugged as he allowed his voice to drift into silence.

They reached the doors at the top of the staircase and as Vergil pushed it open before passing through it. Leaving Kyrie now willing to walk in his wake, 'I didn't expect such a dangerous looking man to be so poetic or wise...' she mused to herself. 'Then again he hasn't seen Nero, and maybe if he does he'll have the same reaction everyone else has when they see him.'

That... actually hurt. For now Mr. V was ok with the idea of her being with Nero, and such people who respected their feelings were few and far between. What if Mr. V didn't approve when he noticed Nero's hair or strength?

While Kyrie was lost to her own worries, she tried to not keep bringing her gaze down to the black panther traveling ahead of them. Mr. V was clearly formidable in his own right to have such a mystical animal with him. As the beast moved occasionally she could see a set pattern of deep, almost wine red thick swirls glow along its body. Bright enough to be obvious. She wished it could distract her from the horrible image of that man pinning Nero against the wall at gun point.

'Please Savior, protect Nero... I can't lose them both!' She thought, even as fear whispered that she already 'had'. Credo tried to pass off the blood stain, but she wasn't a fool. It was too much blood, the stain on the front of the coat was at his stomach and the back... 'I know that I'm going to lose Credo. Please Savior don't let someone take Nero, too!' she prayed.

'Maybe its my fault... I should have had more faith in Nero than I showed. How could I have allowed myself to believe he would hurt Credo?' The sharp sound of Mr. Vs' cane striking the floor kept pulling her thoughts away forcing her to pay attention to her surroundings. For that she was becoming increasingly grateful. Losing both...

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Griffon may have only been a copy, one lacking a mind of its own, it still shared a link with Vergil. Thus the layout of the tower was something it followed with avian precision. Its multiple eyes studied the demons as it passed, as it sought out any white haired humanoid beings. The demons that defended the tower paid it no mind, leaving it to turn back into dust to slip through doors.

"Kyrie!"

The voice was one that both Vergil and V recognized, younger yes, but it caused Griffon to adjust its flight path. There was two white haired men in the room, the one in the bright red coat was noted and discarded. It was the one wearing a layered coat with a dark blue over a bright red one. Griffon swooped down in front of the person, wings beating the air to keep it stable where it hovered.

"What the fuck...?" Nero aimed Blue Rose at the strange bird before him though the bird didn't do anything. Yet.

It just stared at him, with these freakish set of eyes that left him feeling annoyed, as though he was under observation...

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Hi. So what happened. I went through multiple revisions of this chapter. The opener was fine, it was just the interactions I was fumbling with. Also trying to get the background history/lore of the game came up as a problem. Apparently there's a misunderstanding now that Nero was adopted at birth by Kyrie and Credo's family. Which is false he was adopted later, cuz how else could he grow up to be the way he is if he always had a stable family to support him?

Soo I had to do another serious amount of editing after posting the last time. Mostly because I've been watching the Super Friends Lets plays and got distracted and confused. So I was looking at the wrong 'wrong' when I based the actions in this chapter and that had to be fixed. I guess that just comes with writing fan fiction at 4 am and sleepy huh?