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"Vergil, easy!" I laughed around kisses. He was so aggressive, but I couldn't find any reason for complaint. His hand slid up the back of my white tank. I almost didn't realize when he unclipped my bra, "Hey! Why don't you give me a chance to have fun?" I finally pushed him back and hovered over, peeling the black tee from his chisled body. He steadied me as I straddled him and undid the leather belt that was getting in my way and he repeated the action on me. I really wondered when I would get used to this. No matter how much time passed, he could still make me feel like a nervous teenage virgin who was sensitive to the lightest touch. I had no complaints there either.
"I waited five months. We have to make up for lost time," He pulled me down to smother me with another hot kiss. I felt chills creep down my spine and I shivered. I jumped when I felt where he was heading with his oh-so-magical fingers. I moaned almost loudly and he seemed satisfied, "You'll let the others hear you," He went deeper and I yelped. He always teased me, driving me to the point where I was about to fall over the edge and then stopping before finally giving me what I really wanted. It was almost cruel the way he did it but it left me craving for more and he knew it. He put the sadist in sadistic.
"None of that!" I discarded his pants and finally got what I wanted.
I saw the faintest smile creep over his perfect lips and lost my last shred of self restraint; practically attacking him and claiming those lips for myself before working my way down. Being Vergil, domination was his forte and before I knew it he had flipped me over so fast my head whirled, "Not yet," He whispered roughly right at my ear. My weak spot. I cringed I gasped his name when his mouth went to work on my lower half. Oh man!
You're more fit as the Demon King's child! I wanted to say but that was drowned out by my moans.
...
"Where'd you go today?" He was still breathing heavily. I didn't blame him. I was pretty sure that was the longest and most intense we'd ever been. I was exhausted.
"Dante's. I never thought he'd be good with kids but he proved me wrong. What's with you two? You're the same," I sighed.
"I beg to differ,"
"No, you're quite good,"
He choked back a laugh, "Says the naked woman. I may hold him and feed him, but if you think you're going to get me to change a single diaper then I suggest you think again,"
"And if you think you're going to touch this body again you better think about what will make its owner happy. For example, changing a diaper or two when needed," I retorted.
"You're blackmailing because of dirty diapers?"
"It's all part of parenthood," I stated simply.
"But withholding sex-"
"Is a woman's divine right," It was a simple fact called The power of the pussy. All control was in a woman's hands if this basic law of nature was followed.
He scoffed, "You're definately a devil,"
"Ditto," I mumbled and tried to escape when he wrapped me into his arms, nuzzling his face into my back. What a child.
I loved that childish side, though. I held his arms around me and breathed deeply through my nose his smell, "I love you," It was lighter than a whisper. I didn't expect him to hear it.
"So I've heard," He held me tighter, like a python or boa constricter trying to squeeze its prey-the only way he knew to answer. It was only moments before I was sound asleep in his arms.
When we woke, it wasn't to the sound of the alarm I always set for early morning training. It wasn't to the sound of rain or storms. It wasn't the sound of anything that would have been usual to us. Instead, the sound came from a crib, more precisly, the white haired babe that slept there. The awful, and quickly irritating sound of his cries was what we woke to. Instead of normally clinging me to him like he usually did in the morning, he gladly let me go if it meant silencing the infant. Nero was a fairly quiet baby, but he definately threw his tantrums. A matter of weeks and I already knew. He was my baby.
My son.
My... blood.
"Vergil?" I tested. He moaned in his half slumber, "When I was at Dante's, something... happened," When I looked at him again, his eyes were glaring, wide awake and dangerously fixed on me. I realized what he was thinking and quickly clarified, "Not between Dante and I. I promise. While I was there, the place was attacked. By two demons I suspect. Dante shoved Nero and I out the back where the second demon attacked us while Dante fought inside," Even knowing the truth, his eyes didn't soften. He waited for more, "It was a woman," I paused, "and she claimed herself my sister,"
He sighed, running his hand through his hair, sending the strands backward messily. I loved his hair down because I loved to run my fingers through it, but his habit of running his own hand through and leaving it so disheveled was almost as satisfying. It was one of my favorite habits of his, "And was she?" He asked, sitting himself upright, obviously still on the border of awake and sleep.
"It was hard to dismiss the resemblance. Not to mention her father complex seemed to blind her with jealousy towards me," Realizing that we looked alike also brought to light that I had taken after my father's side. That alone from the fact that I was being hunted was enough to anger and disgust me. Vergil seemed to notice it too.
"What did she want?"
"What do you think?" I said lowly.
Another sigh-deeper this time- came from him, "It would seem she left empty handed,"
"Unfortunately for her, she never got the chance to leave, unless you count this world of course," I smiled. He rolled his eyes.
"So Mundus is getting anxious. Not that I blame him. You're his blood, and your powers make you near invincible. You're probably the one he plans to name his heir. Even though you're a halfbreed or else he's threatened by you," I had never thought of that option. Mainly, it was because I didn't see why the King of Demons would relinquish the title if he was still the strongest, "If you learn to control your powers you could very well stand on his level, and now that Nero was born he sees a possibly even stronger power to come in time. One that might even stand against him. He wants you where he can keep an eye on you, I bet," Leave it to Vergil to have an answer.
"Are you really dead set on unsealing the tower?" For the first time since he'd set out on this quest of his, he showed a face of uncertainty. Even when his heart was conflicted about his feelings toward me after discovering the truth about me, he never let those confusing feelings show on his face or in his actions. Now he simply sat and stared in deep thought at nothing. I could see his strained eyes narrow.
"I don't know now," He finally said, his voice low and miserable.
"Arkham said that you're hesitating. That he thinks he knows where the seal is but you haven't gone to investigate. Can I ask you why?"
"I don't know why. I feel like my timing is all messed up now. I never anticipated becoming a father and..." He cut off, stricken by what he was going to say. He lifted a hand to his head as if to brace himself at the realization of some great phenomenon.
"And what?" I pressed.
His shocked expression didn't fade at first but when it did he quickly composed himself and cleared his throat, "It's nothing," It sounded more like he was trying to convince himself rather than me.
"Is it because of my father?" I tried again.
"I don't know. There's no one reason," He looked at me and realized I was breast feeding, "I really envy the kid," He added.
"You already had your fill," I chided, "He's a growing boy," I saw the arrogant grin that spread over his face and it registered what he was thinking, "I'm not in the mood for your perverted games,"
"You were earlier,"
"That was earlier. This is later," It felt like my boob was going to fall off, "And don't try to change the subject,"
"Well I don't know what kind of answer you're waiting for," Was I sensing a "tude" in there?
"Your answer! I want to know your answer to this!" I exclaimed, the room cooling down in an instant. I held Nero closer to my body when I saw my own breath. Quickly I disbanded the cold.
"My answer is that a lot have things have happened in the past year and now the timing is far from good! What with your training, and your mother dying, and finding out you're the daughter of the very man I plan to kill one day. To add to the that fine list, you got pregnant and gave birth to a child. Now you and that child are being hunted!" His anger was rising.
"Are you saying I'm the one messing up your plans, because I'll tell you right now that a woman can't get pregnant by herself!" I yelled.
"Don't try and put words in my mouth, Sarla," He groaned, "I'm having trouble deciding what is a higher priority. I don't know if I should wait until things are more stable here or hurry and snatch my father's power before someone else does,"
"It's been there for over two thousand years. What makes you think it won't be there today or tomorrow?" I argued. In any normal relationship the answer would have been a given. Stay here and wait if not abandon the objective all together, but of course, our relationship wasn't normal. I was in love with a hopeless, emotionally constipated, selfish, arrogant, horrible man. Made sense. Whenever I had watched movies with my long lost friend Tami, she had always pointed out how I liked the bad guy in all of them. Now I fell for the bad guy in real life.
A cruel man. What was really cruel was that it wasn't usually intentional. He couldn't differentiate right from wrong. Like a child. That was why it was cruel. Children are cruel. I'd known this. They act on their desires, not knowing if it is bad or good. They don't try to be horrible, and they don't try to sweet. There is nothing good or evil about them. Just their naivete and innocence, though Vergil's innocence was a more specialized kind. It only surfaced at certain times.
"And for two thousand years, humans and demons alike have been trying to find and claim it. The tower is the only way to find it. That is something that those who have searched have overlooked. Arkham knew because he is in possession of the book containing my father's spell. The only book. How he came by it, I've no clue. He has studied the black arts for years, even sacrificed half his humanity. What a fool he is. I suspect he wishes to gain some power by helping me or possibly even betray me," I almost felt an urge to laugh at his nonchalance concerning Arkham's intentions; as if Arkham wasn't even a bug on his windshield. I was wary of Arkham enough for the both of us. The man was shady -in more ways than a night club bathroom drug deal- and I didn't trust him in the least. Especially around Nero I didn't trust him. I could feel the resentment he tried to contain at all costs around me when he saw Nero, or even when subject of him was brought up. He despised Nero. More than that, I think he despised what the birth of Nero had changed within Vergil.
"What I'd like to know is what exactly you think obtaining Force Edge is going to accomplish," I paused a moment before adding, "You know, besides getting stronger and holding your father's power and yada yada yada... It just amazes me how selfish you are. To the point of sacrificing this city, the world maybe. If you're trying to be like Sparda, destroying humanity is definately not the first step. That would be the first step in obtaining my father's power." That was no shit.
"I already told you that I'm-"
"Uncertain? Come on. Even if you are, you're Vergil. You've always done what was in your interests and not someone else's and you always will. Isn't that why you made me your personal fuck buddy? This isn't a matter of love where I'm concerned. I've known that all along. You don't love me, you lust for me. Because I have this sculpted ass and amazing tits. I'm your little outlet you use to satisfy your manly desires. Plain and simple. So what is so hard in deciding what you want more when it comes to the tower? The sword, or humanity? Your desires, or the wellbeing of this world? It's an easy decision isn't it? So why are you hesitating?" Another episode of WORD VOMIT was on the air. Naturally I was the main character. It was times like these, when his -unknown to him- naivete really pushed me to the brink of insanity. My moments of exploding and letting whatever little thought in my head escape through my mouth, usually occurred during these times. It was during these fights that I blew my top and said things that I didn't mean, but I knew were true.
He loved me. I knew he did. He didn't. Knowing that he loved me was completely different from knowing he was aware he loved me. I couldn't help thinking that if he knew he loved me, I'd feel more secure. Alas, this argument had nothing to do with love. I knew that. That was just wishful thinking.
"You know that's not true! I can't even begin to tell you how stupid you sound saying that! You're not just a "fuck buddy" -how vulgar- you're more than that, you're-"
"High class ass?" I suggested, pursing my lips, trying to hold my tongue.
"Beautiful, damnit! How could you ever be just a piece of ass when you're so-so-so, gah!" He tore the covers free and stood, throwing on his boxers and then reaching for the jeans I'd stripped him of only hours ago. Blank was my mind until his words registered.
"Beautiful?" I murmured.
He turned then and looked at me with a twisted form of pain and embarressment, "What did you think I thought of you? Really? Your beauty is only a fraction of my attraction to you. You're intelligent and cunning to the point you almost terrify me. You can see through almost everything I do, which also scares me. In a battle of wits you challenge me. Life is never boring with you and I'm never alone. So pray tell me how you came to think that you were only a "fuck buddy"? If that were all I saw you as I would have taken you to bed the day I found you," I never tore my gaze from him and he seemed unwilling, or possibly unable to as well, "You're far more beautiful than anything I could ever imagine in both appearance and your very being,"
"But you don't love me,"
"How the hell am I supposed to know? I've never loved anyone, Sarla. My mother and Dante when I was a child. Even that form of love is such a distant concept to me. You love me, that's wonderful, since you know how to, but I can't even tell mad from sad or happy from tolerant. You love me and I wish you didn't, for your sake at least," His breathing had risen I was beginning to lose my own breath just listening to him.
A knock interrupted us, much to my displeasure. What timing they had. I'd never seen Vergil so riled up, especially over something like the subject of love. He never started those arguments. Alice's voice broke the silence that followed her knock, "Are you two decent?" Amazing how comfortable she had become with us.
"Give us a second," He jumped on the opportunity. Naturally the subject had jostled him in the uncharted waters of his heart and any chance provided for him to escape would be more than welcome. He threw a black, long sleeve tee over his head and cinched his belt, the buckle sticking out. He pushed the sleeves up to his elbows, exposing the pale flesh of his forearms, "Come in," He called.
Alice entered quietly, as if unsure. She immediately met my eyes and we exchanged looks. We might as well have spoken aloud for how well we understood each other in just the faces we made. What was even better yet, was that it all happened right under Vergil's nose.
"What's up, Alice?" Awkward silences were such a nuisence and therefor needed to be broken. I took that upon myself, "Arkham send you?" I'd guessed right I knew. Alice never came to our room unless I asked her to or if Arkham sent her.
She nodded, "He sent me for both of you. I think... you want to know, Sarla," That didn't make me nervous at all. When Alice spoke in such a low, timid voice you had to know something was wrong. Alice was loud. Something was up.
"Can you keep an eye on Nero? I don't like Arkham around him," The kid was quiet and already half asleep again. Nero didn't cry a lot, but when he did it was terrible and ended quickly... so long as you knew what was wrong and fixed it. Like any other child. Alice nodded her reply again. Alice wouldn't hurt Nero. She knew if she did that I would tear her apart; starting with the toes. It didn't hurt that she was practically in love with the kid, which was hard to imagine Alice, a demon, loving anything.
Vergil followed behind me - after insisting that I dress more appropriately - silently. He made no move to continue the conversation from earlier and as we drew up in front of the main library I could feel the irritation within his aura rise. Apparently Arkham wasn't on his list of things to do for the day. Arkham was waiting at the table centering the room. His marred skin and contrasting eyes looked as cold and shady as ever. He wasn't right. His stench was foul. No human would think so, but that was because they couldn't smell his essence like Vergil and I. Because Vergil and I were real halfbreeds, we smelled normal if not sweeter. Our human selves were imbued with demonic properties that just made our essence alluring by nature. Our blood smelled sweet, tasted sweet as a matter of fact. We were better than human. Arkham was twisted. He'd tried to make himself a demon using the dark arts. It wasn't a natural transformation. All the experiments he'd done on himself had left him a low level, incomplete devil.
"You asked for us?" Vergil started first, coming from behind me to walk toward the table.
Arkham nodded, "This concerns Sarla more than yourself but I thought you'd be interested,"
"What is it, Arkham? I'm not very patient this morning," I quipped.
"That woman you encountered the other day at Dante's is indeed your sister. I've looked through the books and located her. Adabella: One of Mundus' seeds and known for her envy. Her form is like that of a cat with horns and a knife ended tail. The weakest of Mundus' ilk not counting you,"
I smiled passively, "How kind,"
"My apologies," He hissed in that drawled out speech of his. I resisted the chills his voice imposed on me.
"Whatever. So she she's my sister. What of it?"
"You said there were two people? A man as well?" Alice asked in Arkham's place. I went to protest at her leaving Nero but she said, "Don't worry, I placed a barrier around him. We'll be alerted to any change," She glanced to Arkham then back to me, obviously catching my reluctance to speak with him.
"I never saw the man, but I heard him. He called me "princess"," I answered.
"Illegitimate, but technically true,"Arkham extended a bony, leather dry finger toward me, "I researched further and found this," He pointed to a page in one of the open books on the table, "Asmodious. The eldest son, and your half brother, known for being incredibally sexual in nature. A lustful demon who indulges in sexual sins. His personal favorite is apparently incest, if you look into the relationship of him and Adabella. They are half-siblings,"
"Just how many offspring are there?" I asked while trying to hold in my gag reflex which was stimulated on hearing of my brother.
"They are born and killed so often by their own father that the number is always changing," Alice stepped in again, a look of disgust folding her pink lips. Clearly even she found such a fact disgusting. Whether it was my incestuous siblings or my murderous father, I didn't know which it was that disgusted me more, let alone Alice.
"I wonder how their family reunions go?" I said my thoughts aloud without meaning to. I was sure they didn't have family reunions, probably family executions instead.
"I'd rather not. Can you enlighten us as to why this information is so important?" Vergil, his lips set firmly in a grim line, asked.
Arkham look up to meet Vergil's eyes from under a hooded gaze. "Last night, Alice was visited by a man in her dreams. He told her to give him "the princess and her bastard","
" Yes, because they are so much better and elite than my son. Referring to my son as "bastard" is starting to weigh heavy on my nerves. Perhaps they should think about themselves and the fact that their father impregnates random woman whether demon or human apparently, and if they don't live up to his standards, kills them." I snarled and felt my fangs peek from hiding and stab my lip, drawing sweet blood to the surface and into my mouth. Lately they had been revealing themselves with less effort as well as my claws.
"Sarla, I saw his face, and he told me his name. As much as you despise the idea of taking after your father, Asmodious does share an undeniable resemblance to you. He wants you. Nero is just the extra bonus he has to retrieve for Mundus. From what I gathered in the dream, he's dead set on you," Alice shivered, grasping her shoulders, "Even I felt fear," She paused, setting herself down and curling in on herself, "And confused,"
"Alice-"
"You have to watch out, Sarla! He's doesn't to just take you to Mundus! He wants your body, Sarla! He wants your soul!" Alice's trembling voice all but cracked with her strangled sobs. If there was ever a moment where I had felt sorry for Alice, looking at how terrified she was now blew it out of the park. She was as fragile as a child and when I turned my head to Vergil, I could see that even he found her pitiful, but the tense lines that strained his brows led me to believe that his worries lied elsewhere.
Before I could ask him what he thought we should do, my heart did a somersault in my chest when the mansion's auras shifted a paralyzing cry from our room.
"NERO!" I screamed, teleporting to the library doors in unison with Vergil, and in the direction of my wailing son.