A/N: I'm so cold and hungry right now but it'll be best to do this right now instead of waiting until after I eat dinner and lose all motivation… ^^; Anyway I'm gonna knock out this last chapter for the week and then make some delicious food! Salmon! Yeah!

Disclaimer: I feel like I barely own my fingers… they're so cold…

The Interrogation

Vergil paused, he'd thought about this, but in the moment he actually felt a bit nervous… he took a deep breath, covering the pause with a sip of tea, it was really good…

"Well yes, my father was a bit of a… collector of demonic literature, I learned the demonic tongue right alongside my mother's." he laughed, that wasn't a lie, though after their father left, he and Dante had been on their own to continue learning the varying dialects and advancing their reading. Their mother helped where she could but she hadn't learned it until later in life.

"That's interesting, where is he now?"

"He died." Vergil said flatly, cutting off any other questions on the matter with the tone of his voice. Peter looked back to his soup, suddenly quiet.

"I'm sorry…" he said, the air now a bit awkward and Vergil sighed, taking comfort from Amelia's gentle smile beside him.

"It's fine, it was a long time ago, though I do have to say, he instilled in me a deep love of demonic literature, it's so fascinating and so very different from humanity's own." he remembered looking through Theuram's rather impressive collection and enjoying the time that he got to spend just pouring over the books.

"You can say that again, although I do have to say that my own ability with the language is a bit… lacking… I was much more interested in making a good cup of tea when I was younger." Peter said, Amelia grinned

"Well then, good thing you were so darn good at it." Peter smiled back at his sister and then asked Vergil

"So where did you live before this?" the half devil took a few bites of soup before answering.

"A small island in America, it was a pretty boring place but it was nice." he said, settling on the place that he'd stayed with Madeline, it was the place where he probably had the most consistent records if anyone went digging back that far into his past. Though it would be hard for them to get past the past couple years where he technically didn't exist, or if he did he'd been declared dead or likely dead. Living in the demonic realm did that to you…

"America huh? What made you come all the way out here?" Peter asked with a raised brow. Vergil smiled

"I needed a change of pace, some new scenery. There were some bad memories back home that I wanted to leave behind. I heard about this town's worship of Sparda and I had to come see it for myself." Peter paused then and gave the half devil a critical look

"And what do you think of our Savior?" Amelia had to keep herself from giggling, if only her brother knew what he was asking…

"I think that he indeed sacrifice everything he had to keep the demonic world at bay, I agree that he is a Savior, now whether this classifies him as a deity I feel is up for debate but he indeed was one powerful devil."

"So you are well versed in the legend." the brunette sat back, seeming satisfied with that answer. Vergil smiled

"Yes, very much so, I did a lot of reading on him as a child, his rise to power was fascinating to me." Amelia rolled her eyes under the safety of her hood, Vergil had told her some of the stories that his father had told her sitting next to the hearth just as he had heard them as a small child. It was amazing to hear them right from his mouth, some of them in the demonic tongue themselves and it was so strange to think that these stories were coming from the man himself. Peter finally seemed satisfied with the basics of who Vergil was and let things well enough alone, only asking a few more things before moving on to more mundane topics and quizzing Amelia on what she'd been up to lately, other than seeing Vergil.

Lunch passed by quickly after the interrogation was over and soon enough the pair was saying goodbye to Peter and the siblings were trying to plan out when they'd talk to their parents and introduce Vergil to them. The half devil was both nervous and excited to meet the rest of Amelia's family, so much so that he almost wanted to laugh to himself, is this what normal humans felt like? Getting nervous about meeting their girlfriend's parents…? He shook his head and gripped Amelia's hand a bit tighter, enjoying when she squeezed back.

"I hope Peter wasn't too rough on you." she said and he laughed then.

"You've watched me fight devils with my bare hands and you're worried that your brother was too rough on me?" Amelia chuckled a little and nudged his side.

"You know what I mean."

"I do, and no, he wasn't too rough, I was even able to mostly tell the truth." he smiled and then ducked his head as a particularly cold gust of wind nearly tipped his hood off of his head.

"Except you didn't read about Sparda, you asked him yourself." she said with a sly grin, darting off the last fifty or so yards to her house and quickly getting inside. He followed her in the blink of an eye, putting his arms around her after she closed the door. She smiled and spun around and Vergil couldn't help but be amazed with her once more. Her green eyes were so warm and a couple of stray snowflakes caught on her hair, he couldn't help but lean down and kiss her.

A/N: Next chapter's probably gonna be juicy guys!

Till next time,

-Winged Element