Chapter two

The mansion was awfully quiet when Vergil entered, but than again, it was always quiet whenever he came in a place or room. He walked up the elegant stairs that led him into his room, he twisted the doorknob and entered his bedroom. A young blond girl was standing near the window, observing it with wonder.

"Alice, why are you in my room?!" he growled. Alice jumped, obviously startled by Vergil's coming. She looked down, not even daring to look up at his face.

"A-Arkham s-said to meet him in the b-basement when you came." she stuttered quietly. With that, she shyly walked past him. He stopped her, "You didn't answer my question, girl."

She finally looked up at him in awe, but immediately looked down. "I-I thought I s-should wait for you--"

"In my room?" he rudely interrupted her.

"S-sorry..." when he dismissed her, she almost ran out of his room.

"What do you want, old man?" he demanded. Arkham merely smiled, "Ah, I have some good news for you..." Vergil copied him and smiled too. "Is it about the last seal? Did you figure it out?"

Arkham nodded, "Yes, yes I have," he cleared his throat, "Unfortunately, there are some complications..." Vergil rolled his eyes. "Tell me." he ordered. The old man didn't hesitate, "In order for you to open the last seal, you'll need to feed it Sparda's blood, and of course, give it it's name."

That wasn't that much of a problem, so, why did Arkham say it was complicated? "Why? If I give the demon his name, than he wouldn't need more. My father casted the seals, made the rules, why would this demon require Sparda's blood that flows through my veins?" he questioned. Arkham shifted uncomfortably, making sure that Vergil wouldn't notice. "He's stubborn, he won't name himself,"

The oldest son of Sparda rolled his ice, cold, blue eyes again...he really doesn't enjoy shedding his blood to open a spell, but if he must he will. "Okay, than I'll give that stubborn fool some of my blood," he began to walk away. "Wait!" Arkham called. "It won't..." how would he put this? The man sighed, "It won't accept your blood, it knows that you will name it. So, in return you won't shed blood. Besides, he'll need a lot of it."

Vergil growled in frustration, "Why not?! I'll make him."

"You can't he knows what you want--"

"I don't care..." he paused a idea came to him. Dante. He'll use Dante's blood, and if he's lucky, the youngest sone of Sparda willd die. "Dante," he said, "I'll use Dante...he's in here in this town already," the room went quiet as Arkham thought about it. "How long will it take? I mean, since you do want this to happen as quickly as possible, right?" Arkham asked. "Look, why don't you..." his voice trailed off. Now, how would he put this? "Dante isn't the only one who could fulfill the job."

Vergil eyed him suspiciously, "I'm listening,"

"Maybe, a child...a son..."

Vergil's blue eyes widen in astonishment. Have a child with a human? If he was a mortal, than maybe he would have blacked out for two seconds or five. Doesn't Arkham know how much he despises them? The way they trash their bodies with such a wasteful drink or the way they take life for granted so easily, oh, how ignorant they all are. Most of them deserve to die. He couldn't deny that plan though, it could be easy and fast. But, the big question is: Who will the woman be? He wouldn't dare lay his hands on the body of a filthly prostitute or woman he barely knows. "You're a good looking man," Vergil shot him a confusing glare when he said that, "You can easily woo a human woman, can't you?"

The blue eyed half-demon scowled, dismissing all of his thoughts and cleaned out his expressions, making them unreadable, "Of course I can, they are so easily distracted by looks and charm." but could he really?

"Wait," called out Vergil, "It'll take nine months for a human baby to be born, doesn't it?"

Arkham thought for a while, "For a human, yes, but demons mature quickly, they age quickly."

"How long will it take?" Vergil demanded.

"Oh, about three months estimated...is that okay?" Arkham asked. "No," muttered Vergil, "I could capture Dante faster than that." That wasn't true and Vergil knew it, capturing Dante would be a piece of pie, but it will take some planning. He has to give his younger brother some credit though, he's a pretty good warrior. When Arkham exited the room, Vergil sat down on one of the black chairs and thought about the woman. He wasn't sure if he wanted to this. The only good thing that will come out of this was loving a human woman like his father did. Well, 'love' wouldn't be the word that he would use. Just like his father did. He'll do this, it won't be a problem, if his father did it, than he can too. The only problem is: Who will it be?

Ooooh, so whi WILL it be? Ha, nevermind it's kinda obvious. So, like it? Hate it? Please review.