A/N: I both love and hate the way I feel after working out… I love that I feel super accomplished and the physical tiredness but after I make dinner it's just so hard to keep things going. I sit down, eat and then I'm like… yeah doing anything but being productive sounds great right about now… so yeah… anyway, I'll get this started. I'm actually really happy that I was able to type my other chapter for the week this morning before work. It makes pushing myself to do this so much better.

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Guest: Hahaha, alright, I can do that, also thank you, I'm glad you like it so much.

Lunch

Amelia wasn't sure that she'd ever been more terrified for a single meal in her entire life. Even when she'd tried out for the choir of the Order she hadn't been this scared… She took a deep breath, pulling her hood up over her head, taking comfort in the shadows it provided. It wasn't much but at least it was something. She looked over to see Vergil doing the same. He picked up Yamato from where it'd been resting off to the side and with a quick flash of light it was gone. It wasn't illegal to carry weapons in Fortuna, far from it but if it wasn't approved by the Order you might run into some problems. The half devil just decided that it was easier to go about being able to openly carry his favored weapon in the right way than get questioned and have to make up more lies. He looked back to Amelia, she was fidgeting nervously with the edges of her sleeves. He touched her arm and she looked up at him, surprised.

"It'll be fine…" he said softly "You have nothing to worry about." he grinned then "Unless you're that ashamed of me." The joke worked as intended and she laughed.

"No, no… Never. I just want this to go well so badly." she said

"Don't worry, it will. Now let's go march through this 'cold' as you call it and have some of this soup. I haven't had clam chowder in ages…" Now that he thought about it… the last time that he had had that was… before his mother was killed… he shook his head, now was not the time to dwell on the past. The chilly air brought him back to his senses and he followed Amelia out the door.

Vergil and Amelia were greeted as soon as they went into the café by a broad man with glasses and a friendly smile. Vergil smiled back cordially, unsure of the man before him just yet. All this time and he still had trouble with strangers… he mused to himself, what would Dante say… He shook the man's hand and greeted him before those thoughts could take a darker turn.

"Peter, and you must be the mystery man!" he said joyously "Come in, come in, you'll let all the heat out! Have a seat, I already told Clark to get some bread and soup going for you two, I do hope you like clam chowder." he said and Vergil suddenly understood why Amelia had been so quiet on the phone, this man's very attitude just gushed warmth and bright greetings, it was hard to get a word in edgewise.

"Yes, very much so." Vergil managed and Amelia just smiled next to him and squeezed his hand lightly.

"So…" he sat down at the table, pouring a couple large mugs of tea and passing them out. "How is it that you came to meet my sister?" he asked, handing over the mug. Vergil took a quick sniff "It's a seasonal cinnamon spice, didn't know if you're a caffeine guy so I went without." he explained quickly. The half devil nodded.

"Well… funny story." he said with a grin, this was something that he and Amelia had already agreed upon "Vergil, by the way." he mentioned, realizing that somewhere in getting swept into the building that he hadn't given his name "I was on my way into town, I had heard tell of your libraries in the past and was thinking about putting in an application to consult on some of the demonic texts that I've heard this city collects when well…" he paused to take a sip of his tea for simply for the drama. Part of him wanted to roll his eyes, out of regular society for a while and he started acting like his brother around everyone… For this though… it may be just what the doctor ordered. "I got clipped by a cyclist."

"It was pretty bad." Amelia cut in "I saw it happen, it was a day off for me and so I just helped patch him up. After that we started talking and then…" Peter smiled then, any tension that had been in his frame melted away

"That… is adorable!" he laughed "And honestly, I don't know why I expected anything different from you Amelia." He looked at his sister "Mom is going to love him, I can tell already, now," he turned back to Vergil "I'm sorry for the seriousness but fair warning, Dad's going to absolutely grill you for answers. I'll give you the basics and relay it ahead of time so… well maybe he'll take it easy. It's just, she's his baby girl, y'know?" Vergil smiled

"I understand."

"Great, oh! And Clark, perfect timing!" Another, younger man came around then with two steaming bowls and Vergil could smell the fresh soup and bread from where he sat and Peter wasn't lying, it smelled delicious… The bowls were placed in front of them and Peter leaned forward

"Now… you said that you were applying to be a consultant on demonic literature?"

A/N: Bum bum bwaaaaaam! Actually that's not a very intense cliff hanger but it was kinda the best place to leave off for now.

Till next time,

-Winged Element