Disclaimer: Nope. I don't own Devil May Cry. I do, however, own all rights to Heather, Michael, Aeva, and Loren.
Summary: A former apprentice of Dante's and ex-lover of Vergil, Loren, comes back from a decade-long gig in Europe to find that her man has wed another women. Consumed with jealousy and twisted love for him, she vows to kill Heather and her kids, and take back that which is hers. Meanwhile, Heather is with child once more, and both Dante and Vergil are nervous about the identity of the father. Which is it this time? The elder twin or the younger?
Queen's Quornor: I am a very bad Queen. I know I promised I'd update this quickly, much as I have with my other DMC fics, but I kept getting sidetracked. Other fics, work, classes... Plus, I wasn't entirely sure where I wanted this fic to go. But I think I've gotten it straightened out now. So the Queen has returned! BTW, where have all the usual DMC authors gone, anyway? x punk.rawker x, Vir M, Laryna6, Bustahead, Nowshin, Chrome... Where the hell have you gone, you and all the others? We must get back to our beloved twins, and resume our abandoned fics!
Memories Recalled
Loren relaxed into the seat and looked out the window, listening to Motely Crue as she watched the Atlantic Ocean pass beneath the plane. She had left London behind, and was on her way to the States, with relatively little luggage to accompany her. Most of her things had been shipped already, and were awaiting her at the nearest post office, excluding her cherished blade-chain. That had been smuggled onto the plane via a pass waved in front of the nice officer's face, naming her as military personnel. It was only partially-untrue; Scotland Yard had created it for her so she could travel about the UK without trouble as she hunted down demons and criminals affiliated with them. But they had accepted it at face value, and so she had it coiled in a bag resting on her lap, the same bag from which her headphones currently protruded.
Tapping her fingers in time with the music, the woman turned her head to look at the small boy seated beside her. He hadn't stopped staring at her since his mother had buckled him in before take-off; his steady blue gaze was starting to get on her nerves.
"What are you looking at?" she snapped.
He didn't answer. Loren shook her hair back out of her face, sneaking a peek at his mother across the aisle. The middle-aged woman was preoccupied with a baby, the boy's younger sibling. Perfect opportunity.
She returned her attention to the staring boy, and quickly accessed her powers; for a moment, her demonic visage was fully apparent to the child, complete with glowing eyes and bisected tongue, which she flicked out from between snake-like fangs.
It worked; the boy screamed and tore out of his seat to tackle his mother, clinging tightly and gibbering to her about "the monster-lady." The harried woman looked sharply at Loren, but she had already resumed her human appearance and returned her attention to the waves below. Trying to keep the baby calm, she cuffed her son and told him to sit back down and forget about his stupid nightmares. Monsters didn't exist.
If only you knew, lady, Loren thought. If you only you knew, you would be cowering in fear at this very moment, knowing that there was a half-demon not ten feet away from you.
Loren knew there were such things as monsters, as demons. She hunted and killed them for a living, had heard them scream in pain as she ripped through them and tore them apart. She knew what they were capable of, and what it took to banish them back to the hellish realms from whence they came. Because of people like her, people like the woman across the aisle could live in ignorance, unaware of the dangers that stalked the night, the nameless horrors that slunk through the shadows whenever they weren't looking and stole their lives whenever they could seize the chance.
Or, in some cases, leave them with something they never wanted in the first place.
Loren was such a case, or rather the result of one. Her mother had been a human woman from Los Angelos, an Irish immigrant just working to support two hungry children who had taken a shortcut down the wrong alley one dark, moonless night. An incubus masquerading as a human had ambushed her, and raped her; his attentions had nearly killed her, but she had survived the ordeal and dragged herself back to her small apartment.
Loren had been born nine months later.
Her mother, a devout Catholic, had been beside herself when she realized what exactly had raped her; when her daughter had been born, she had done everything in her power to cleanse the 'unclean devil-spawn' she had carried and delivered. For as long as she could remember, Loren had been dragged to exorcisms and Mass and all other varieties of secret Catholic rituals, all with the aim of driving the demonic side of her heritage out of her. Her own half-brothers had been forced to stay away from her by their mother, who feared that her mere touch would be enough to corrupt them. Hidden away from the rest of the world, Loren had constantly been made to feel unwelcome in her own home.
At eleven years old, Loren had had enough. She had run away from home, and hitched a ride to Las Vegas. Making a living in Sin City was not easy, but she had done it without selling herself; she had become a showgirl as soon as she turned thirteen. Due to the demonic blood she carried, she had grown and developed a lot faster than most humans. Incubi, like succubi, were sex-demons; that meant that beauty was their prime weapon and defense against the rest of the Underworld. Their nestlings tended to grow up at twice the rate of most demons, and that trait had been proven to carry over to any half-breeds a succubus or incubus was responsible for. Loren had quickly become one of the most famous dancers in Vegas, despite being five years below the legal age. Her employers had never known; she had lied on the application sheet, and gotten away with it for four years.
It was in this less-than-savory occupation that she had met her first fellow half-demon; Urial had come to Vegas to relax after hunting down a demon-summoner, and had sensed her blood when he came to see the show. After her performance, he had come back to her dressing room and flat-out asked her what the hell she was doing here when she had other talents that could be put to good use. When she had asked him what he meant, he had told her about devil-hunting, and explained to her that he could smell the demonic blood in her veins. That was his particular specialty as a hunter; his father had been some kind of canine demon, and Urial had inherited his nose.
When he had asked if she wanted to leave the life of a showgirl behind to pursue the life of a devil hunter, Loren had thrown her sequined bra across the room and told him she was ready and willing.
Urial had not accepted the unintentional offer, but he had put her in contact with Dante, calling on a few favors the stubborn hunter owed him to make him train Loren to track and kill demons. Two years straight, she had lived at Devil May Cry, following him on hunts and learning everything she could. During the third year, Vergil had come back to the States from a sojourn in Romania and moved back into the shop with his younger twin. Loren had long since reached physical maturity by then, and immediately taken an interest in the solitary older brother. Dante had never reacted to her sexually - he always brushed her off with the curt reply of "You're too young to even be thinking about that!" - but Vergil had responded with gusto.
She was not his first, but he was hers. Furthermore, according to him, she was the first he had actually cared about. A relationship based on mutual attraction and lust had grown between them rather quickly, and Loren eventually came to realize that he loved her.
And that had scared her. She was only twenty at that point; she didn't want a mate yet! And as far as she could tell, Vergil had been working up to asking her if she would be his mate. So, she had flown the coop, leaving a letter of explanation on Dante's desk and using her savings to hop a flight to England.
In the year following her flight, Loren had struggled with her own feelings for Vergil, and after much soul-searching understood that she loved him too. But it was too late to go back. She knew his temper all-too-well, and decided to merely enjoy herself in Europe for a few months before returning to America and asking for his forgiveness, with the aim of resuming their relationship and eventually mating herself to him.
But she had lost track of time. Months had turned into years, and before she realized what had happened, Loren had spent a decade overseas, apart from the man she loved. She was one of the most reknowned hunters on the continent, but she had no way of knowing if tales of her exploits had reached Dante and Vergil; there was no international meeting-place for hunters. Any information was received only if it was asked for and the third party knew the hunter in question.
The best way to see if they still cared about her was to go and visit them herself. With luck, the flames were still as hot in Vergil as they were in her, and they could pick up right where they left off.
The first issue would be finding them. If something had happened to Devil May Cry in her absence, it was highly unlikely that the twins would have stayed in the same city. Unlikely, but not impossible. Dante was cocky enough to stay in the same city, if not the same block, silently daring the demons to come try their luck again.
Loren relaxed back into the seat once more, turning up the volume on her MP3 player and smiling as pleasant thoughts of the reunion to come filled her mind.
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Queen: Just to clarify, Loren left Devil May Cry four years before Heather met the twins; the second DMC was destroyed by demons shortly after she struck up a friendship with Dante, and both he and Vergil rented out rooms in Heather's house while shopping around for a new building. They stayed there even after opening this third Devil May Cry, and so the events of "My Angel" began. It's been only three weeks since "Happy Anniversary" ended. Does that help put things in perspective?
Dante: I think you only managed to confuse 'em that much more.
Vergil: Shut up, brother. It makes a lot more sense if you actually read what is being said here.
Sephiroth: Don't those two ever shut up?
Queen: I've gotten used to it. By the way, what the hell are you doing here? I thought you were out back sparring with Zack.
Sephiroth: I won. I needed a shower. I took a shower. Then I came in here. Further clarification is not needed.
Dante: Yeah, right. You just want to steal her away from us again tonight so you can screw her brains out again.
Seph: Who said anything about romance or sex? But now that you mention it, would you like to go out to dinner tonight, Queen?
Vergil (rolling eyes): So predictable. I swear, compared to you, people must think we're small fry.
Queen: That's never mattered to me, Vergil, and you know it.
Dante: Hey, weren't you going to explain what the hell an 'alu-fiend' is this time around?
Queen (pecking Dante's cheek): Thanks for reminding me. Anyway, an alu-fiend is another demonic creature from Dungeons and Dragons, specifically from the Forgotten Realms. They are the children of succubi and evil mages, children born from ritual couplings with the ultimate purpose of gaining power. I have invented a breed of similar half-breeds that are sired by incubi, but alus are only ever female. There is no such thing as a male alu-fiend. There is a distinct difference between my night-flyers and alu-fiends, but I decided to make Loren an alu, despite the lack of a succubus mother.
Dante: Fudging the rules again, Queen?
Queen: It is called fiction for a reason, Dante.
Vergil: It's also called fantasy for a similar reason.
Seph: I'm not even getting into this argument. You're on your own, Queen.
Queen: Thanks a lot, Seph. Anyway, sorry I haven't updated in so long, and please leave me a review! I'll update when I find the time between classes.
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