This is the chapter I have been absolutely dying to finish! I like this and I hope you will too. Thnx for sticking around and reading it as long as you have despite its faults and flaws.
"Ow that hurts, damn you!" I groaned, bracing my stomach. The sensation of a good kick was felt beneath my hand, "Vergil, your son is such a brat!" I gazed down at the roundness of my belly poking out from under my cami.
"You keep saying it's a boy. How are you so sure?" He said haggardly. He was kicked back on the couch across from me, one arm pulled over his eyes and the other hung down over the side of the couch. He looked exhausted.
"A woman's intuition. I know what's going on inside my body. Honestly, and any child that acts like this has got to be an arrogant and cocky little boy like his father," I laughed.
Seven months had passed since when I realized Vergil's secret concern for our baby and now at nine months I was due in roughly a week. I hadn't even started to show my pregnancy until five months. I had barely gained a pound no matter how much I had eaten. Once five months had hit though, oh damn, it was like I woken and over night I had gotten a belly. Vergil seemed quite amused by it, too. Secretly I couldn't help but think he liked it. He liked to play with it when we slept. Leave it to him to have some weird prego fetish.
Dante probably got the biggest kick out of it than anyone. I'd visited him often but then stopped for a few weeks. When I did visit though, he really couldn't resist laughing. I couldn't recall a time I wanted to punch him more than then.
"Well lets just hope he doesn't have an appetite like his mother. He'll eat us out of house and home," That same tired and lazy tone. Watching him lay there the way he was really just made me want to lick chocolate off him. At first it surprised me when he started to wear more ... normal clothing. It still caught me off guard sometimes. It was like he was starting to become more human. Change of clothes may not have meant anything but he truly was beginning to change. Slowly,sure, but nevertheless, changing. Even though the feelings and emotions he was uncovering had all started out as negative ones, he was still discovering feeling. To me, even that was enough. The changes were subtle, but it started to make me wonder if he could truly change for the better.
It didn't matter either way. I'd still love him even if he fell completely into darkness. Whoever said love was easy?
"That's just cold," I whined.
"Your mood swings and cravings are hard enough to deal with, but even your powers are out of control. Things spontaneously start on fire, my water bottle sprays all over me, damn earthquakes, you cool the air down to freezing temperatures in your sleep," There was irritation in his words but his aura told me otherwise. He actually found those events funny.
"Anything else you want to complain about?"
"Oh yeah, I almost forgot. You froze my bathwater with me in it. Talk about being frozen in place," He mumbled something about frostbite. Ah, he was sulking again.
"I wonder what he'll look like. Maybe he'll look like you but with my hair and eyes. You know, since dark is dominate,"
"You're dark alright," He mumbled but I ignored it. I knew full well he wasn't referring to my features.
"Or maybe he'll look more like me. I'm dying to know!" I giggled. I was anxious and who could blame me?
"Did you ever consider that he may just look like me?" He sighed.
"It's a possibility but highly unlikely don't you think? Dark is dominate. I have darker eyes and hair. As adorable as it would be if he looked like you, I can't help but think it's a slim chance," I shrugged.
"My mother's hair was darker than my father's and I look like my father," Vergil reasoned.
"I barely remember Sparda's face ... his human one, anyway, and besides your mom was a blond anyway," I heard him chuckle faintly at my words.
"Mother always told us that we might as well have been father's clones,"
"You have Eva's lips," I smiled, "Which I'm very grateful for,"
"I'll bet you are. You don't look like your mother at all. She had orange hair and blue eyes, not to mention she had pale skin. She contrasted you quite a lot, in fact," He looked me over, as though he was putting our images side by side and comparing.
"Her hair wasn't orange, it was red-orange," I corrected. Calling my mother's hair orange made me think of a literal orange, and the color so did not match, "And knowing I look nothing like my mother only leads me to believe that I look like my Father. That's something I don't want to be compared to," I added bitterly.
"I don't think your father could be as attractive. Whether you look like your mom or not, you get your appeal from her," God forbid he say beauty. It really was hard for him to compliment and sound romantic.
"I'll take that as you calling me beautiful," I muttered.
"You should," ... Really?
"That's something I never thought you'd say," My words were near inaudible as I mumbled the.
"What was that?" He shifted his frosty gaze to me dangerously.
"Nothing," I sighed. He "hmm"ed in response.
When I struggled to stand and the sharp pain in my lower back and abdomen froze me in place, it was like he knew instinctively. He teleported instantly to me and lowered me back down on the couch.
"Is it a kick?" He held his hand over my pot belly.
"Ya, I think it-AH!" I flinched when another strong ache shook me and continued. The pain lasted around two minutes before it receded and I was able to relax, but there was still a pressuring feeling in my pelvis. I felt as though I had to pee.
Or...
Wait...
"Vergil, you're going to have to find me fresh clothes, preferably a nightie and underwear,"
"Why?"
"My water just broke," His eyes widened incredulously and I wasn't sure if he was going to be able to move. He looked like he was nailed to the spot, but before I could repeat myself or ask if he was okay, he stood with ease and sauntered to the closet.
While he did that I carefully lifted myself from the dampened couch and managed to waddle to the bathroom. He entered behind me and to my complete surprise, undressed me and redressed me.
"Not going to a hospital really makes me uneasy," I exhaled nervously.
"Would you like to go to a hospital?" He sounded serious, and I'm sure he was.
"No, it's just the pain that is to come that is unsettling,"
"I've seen you beaten with crowbars. You'll manage."
"Was I shoving a crowbar the size of a small human being from my body?" I snapped. Honestly the thought of giving birth was starting to frighten me now that it was happening. To my complete irritation, the door to the room creaked and moaned as it opened ever so slowly to show the silhouette of Arkham standing in the doorway before entering as lithe and cunning as a snake. He truly was a slimy and slithery bastard. If he was coming to tell Vergil he'd located another seal I would probably light his ass on fire with my eyes! I was in labor for fuck's sake!
Vergil turned his attention reluctantly to Arkham and his eyes narrowed with an unmistakeable flash of ice cold, contempt. Whether Arkham was our ally now or not, I already knew Vergil would never trust him, "You better have a good reason for entering unanounced," Vergil said in the tone that I had come to characterize as his irritated tone. It was the kind of voice that sent shivers down your spine but still made you want to listen more. It was intimidating to any normal person but Arkham remained unaffected. It almost baffled me how he was not afraid of Vergil. I was afraid of Vergil, and I was the one who loved him.
"The next seal has been located," The words crawled from his mouth. I hated this man. He gave me goosebumps. In a test of power and fighting abilities I certainly outmatched him, but not knowing what he had planned for us after Vergil achieved his goal made me uneasy. Arkham gave me the impression of a ramora. The fish that fed off the scraps of a shark, not having to do a thing. Or he was some kind of fish that laid at the bottom of the ocean, completely disguised until the select opportunity came along and his true nature would give way and it would be too late for his prey.
I looked at Vergil and he felt my stare. If he went off in search of a seal I would leave right here and now and never look back, no matter how much I loved him. One seal could wait. It wasn't like the whole world was out looking for them. Besides, only a son of Sparda could undo it. Dante could care less anyway unless he could stop Vergil. In addition, Dante didn't have a clue where the seals were.
"The seal can wait. She's in labor," He didn't look at me, but only lifted those silver orbs to sear Arkham with his gaze. It translated to "Get the hell out of here".
"But-"
"As of the moment it is the least of my concerns. I'm sure you can wait while my son is being born," The way he said my son filled me with warmth. He was acknowledging this child as his son and it made me want to throw myself in his arms. When Arkham left the room I realized I was doing just that. My arms had wrapped themselves around his neck. He was half kneeling and I felt his slight apprehension at my touch before relaxing and returning my embrace with his own gentle but firm hold. He buried his face in between my neck and shoulder and I felt him take in my scent. Sometimes it felt like I was holding a child. The innocence of Vergil that had long since dissipated, was something that I longed to see again. The moments that he acted like this almost made me break inside everytime. His most vulnerable moments were the most precious to me, and every time I felt a rush of heat. I didn't know when I would ever get used Vergil himself. I wondered if my flighty and light nerves would ever calm around him. I was always excited to some degree when he was in the room. Whenever I saw him my heart raced and I felt like I could run ten miles easily. It was like an adrenaline rush just being near him.
Though the irony of my feelings and the reality of it all would leave anyone confused, I could only find it amusing. The most dangerous person in the world was also my safe haven. The person I felt most at peace around, whether I was wired or not when around him. He was my sanctuary in a life of turmoil. I only hoped he could be that person for our son. It was a blurred hope that chances were, wouldn't be fulfilled so long as his goal was to open the gate. It was depressing, I was one of those optimistic devils that could only hope and pray against his demonic nature.
Warm. Mother. Warm. Sarla. The stronger words of his mind were shared with me through our closeness. My aura reading was most intune to him. I was so familiar with his that at times I could catch his feelings or thoughts through a matter of a few words. I couldn't read his mind but I could catch the simplest form of his thoughts. Right now, I reminded him of Eva, a person of warmth and the most significant figure in Vergil's life until me. If Vergil had ever loved anyone, it was Eva, his mother. I knew that her death was the cause that had set motion to this domino effect leading up to now. There had always been more darkness in Vergil than Dante, but had Eva lived, I don't think it would have taken root and spread the way it had.
Everything happense for a reason. I had stood by this belief my entire life. As grim and sad as the idea was, if Eva hadn't died, none of this probably would have happened. Dante wouldn't have left to become a devil hunter if he hadn't wanted revenged against demon kind for killing her. Vergil wouldn't have obtained the obsession for the need of power. He wouldn't need to feel responsible for not being strong enough. He wouldn't have faked his death. He wouldn't have left us and I would probably still be with Dante while he watched from the sidelines, unable to have me, and I unable to have him. I wouldn't be pregnant and giving birth to his child, and if I was pregnent it would most likely be Dante's.
And this child wouldn't be this child.
The child now, would be a demon among demons. A halfbreed though he would be, he would dominate demonkind. The union of the Demon King's blood and power, and the Dark Knight's legacy and blood, would give birth to an even more powerful force. A halfbreed who should be weaker and inferior to a pureblood, would be stronger than any of them.
Just like Vergil.
Just like me.
"I love you," I murmured, kissing the top of his snowy head and rubbing my face against his.
He brought his attention to my face and ogled me for the longest moment, gazing directly into my eyes and I couldn't help but peer into his. I could see myself in his eyes and in that reflection I could see him in mine. He then did something I never would have expected. He kissed the top of my forehead, then my nose, then both my eyes, and then held his forehead to mind; our noses touching, before claiming my lips tenderly and sweetly. Lightly.
"When I awaken the tower, I don't want you there. I don't want you in or even near the tower. Take Nero and get away," He said once he released my lips but still held my face lovingly with our foreheads touching again.
"Nero?" I wasn't quite sure what he was saying. Did he mean-
"Our son," He smirked. That half hearted smile almost proved too much to resist, but I managed and didn't dare ruin the intimate moment.
"Nero, huh?" I pursed my lips while thinking about the name, "Out of all the simple or normal names in the world, you like the name, Nero. Does your family have a fascination with the Romans? Dante and Vergil. Dante's Inferno, and written by a Roman. Nero, a powerful emperor of ancient Rome. Sometimes referred to as the anti-christ. That's far fetched if you ask me," I waited.
"Nero was a halfbreed. Not the anti-christ. If anyone remotely deserved that title it would be you. You are the Demon King's child. However I do not believe in the anti-christ. Nero is a suitable name. He was strong. A King of Kings. On top of that he was a halfbreed like this child will be," So he had given thought to this all along. While I had been sitting there these past few months thinking of names, he had too, if not already had it in mind.
"Nero," I breathed. It came out naturally and much to my surprise, it seemed as though it fit. So he had put thought in this. I was amazed.
When the child asked who named him and why that name, I would tell him it was his father. That he was named after a king. I would tell him just what his father had thought when he named him. That he would be a demon of demons. He would be fit to be a king. He would be the supposed inferior one to a pureblood, but whose blood surpassed that of any pureblood. I would tell him his father thought the world of him even before he was born. So much that he named him after an ancient king. A king who shared the title of a halfbreed but of noble demon blood. Nero would be more than a halfbreed. He would be more than a pureblood. He would be more than a king. He would be Nero. He would be the son of Vergil and Sarla. He would be the descendent of the Dark Knight and Demon King. The descendent of the two most powerful demons. He would be Nero. And he would be above all who stood in his way. He was more than this world. More than the Demon World. More than Heaven, and more than Hell.
He was Nero.
He was our son.
He was everything.
Everything a father and mother could want. Not even born, and he was already all of those things. Afterwards and for the rest of his life he would only become even more than all this.