A/N: Hey guys, here's the weekly update for you. –sighs contentedly- I'm so glad to be able to sleep in tomorrow. But anyways, a dank underground cavern's such an unromantic place for a ..uh…kiss, don't you think? Um, can someone tell Verge and Lady they need to wind up a little before they end up killing each other…or in each other's arms? –wicked grin- Vergil's flashback in this chap was inspired by the cutscene after the twins kill the giant knob Arkham, by the way.

Veronica: Thanks to you m'dear –grins-

Chaos Sparda: Sexual tension's good in healthy doses –whatever that means- Thanks for reviewing as always. Haven't read the Dark Tower, heard about it a little though. I'm currently writing the last two chapters of a Brother's Promise, and as you know, Immortal legacy will be reposted under a different title with Vergil as its main character. I'd like to focus on one thing at a time you see, I'm not a multi tasker. Anyways, hope to hear from you again soon.

Travithian Axile Thank you! Yes, Dante's about to –literally- gatecrash and ruin the whole party soon. –grins-

Peter the Muggle Thank you very much so! It's sometimes hard to keep them in character, but even though I'm trying my best here –wipes sweat- if you see any oocness or anything just shout! Ta!

Goddess –grins- Yeah well, you know how it is, bit of sexual tension on the side is a good thing huh? I never know when these two are fighting or flirting! –grins- tough couple, life's not a crazy party for Lady and Vergil is it…Hehe, I'm glad you like this, here's some more, enjoy!

Loho Who did indeed? Vergil's an all evil badass twin but he does have his er…tender moments, I guess –grins- thanks for the review and keep reading!

bhr33 –nods- That he is. Vergil loves the attention though so he doesn't mind the fangirls, I don't think –grins-

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As soon as Lady stepped into the dark tunnel, she knew something was wrong; not that things could get any worse at this stage she thought gloomily. Vergil also stopped in his tracks a few paces ahead, glancing back.

They could now hear a loud rushing sound, and suddenly a crack opened in the rock, water starting to hiss forcibly through the widening crack. Lady anxiously stepped back towards Vergil, and then the duo began to run for their lives as the rock gave way and the water tumbled through the rock, rushing after them.

Lady dashed after Vergil, trying to catch up with the fast paced half-devil, panic urging her to run faster when she felt the water lapping at her feet.

They finally came to a dead end, the tunnel opening to a deep, foggy dark chasm that descended endlessly below.

"GODDAMIT!" Lady shouted her frustration mixed with rising terror as she peered over the edge.

"It's too far to jump across to the other side." Vergil observed grimly.

"Shit! Are you kidding! We'd have to fly to get across!"

"And that's exactly what I'm planning to do." He said quite casually.

"Are you mad or something!" Lady glanced anxiously backward at the water cascading down the tunnel towards them.

"It appears that way." Vergil said dryly and propelled himself up in the air, his human body morphing into a majestic, blue winged devil in mid-air.

"WAIT!" Lady shouted with an edge of desperation, barely hearing her own voice over the din of the rushing water.

The blue devil dived down quickly and scooped her up into his arms. Lady clung to the devil, a little dazed, glancing down at the void and squeezing her eyes shut.

Demons and heights…A bad mix enough to make her puke.

Sometimes Lady wished she'd never open her mouth…

He's no Sir Galahad, but he damn well acts the part sometimes…Lady mused, staring at the half-devil's profile as candlelight flickered over him and caused shadows to dance about his tall frame caressingly.

Caressingly…

Her face set in a deep scowl as she realized her thoughts were once again straying to what happened –or what might have happened- only moments ago in that dank cavern. She focused all her will to ignore the memory of his awful closeness, the roman sculpted lips hovering just inches over hers…And to her total mortification, the memory of how her whole body reacted to it…

She must have been delirious or something, Lady concluded. But a secret, more sentimental part of her remained adamantly unconvinced…She knew she could have stopped him whenever she wanted. The problem was, she hadn't. Lady shuddered, trying hard not to think what could have happened…

Stop thinking about that bloody demon and focus on your priorities. Nothing happened, and nothing will ever happen along those lines in the future, you were just tired, and he probably already forgot about it, he doesn't even care, so what's the big deal?

The fact that she was trying to come up with all sorts of excuses didn't comfort her in the least.

There, he was invading her mind again…

I've got to get away from him…Out of sight, out of mind…

Lady forced the disturbing thoughts to the back of her mind for the moment and went back to exploring the vast expanse of the temple-like room which Vergil identified as a less used section of the sunken opera house.

Lady glanced around, examining the graceful architecture of the room, chiselled out of smooth rock and ivory and black marble. It was a sculptural marvel turned infernal shrine of some sorts. Hundreds of crimson candles burned in alcoves and upon carved pedestals, providing a warm and not too bright light, evoking a subtle sensual ambience that was just about the last thing Lady needed at a time like this.

There was a beautiful throne hewn out of rock, draped with a gold trimmed blood red throw of soft satin. Next to it were all kinds of exotic fruit that glistened on silver trays and a crystal decanter full of wine, which stood temptingly to one side along with a goblet. Lady wrinkled her nose, she'd sooner drink poison than consume anything in this tower, and judging from the liquor's unusual purplish shade, it probably was poison anyway.

Vergil, on the other hand, was on one knee, sifting through the pile of dust in the centre of the room that once served as Nevan's private quarters. Dante couldn't have been much further by the looks of it… His fingers touched several empty pistol cartridges, and he picked one up, holding it up to the light to examine it with a thoughtful look gracing his cold face. He could picture his younger twin blasting the lesser demons with Ebony and Ivory…

Memories summoned a faint smile to his lips, which somewhat warmed the icily stern lines, as Vergil remembered when Dante had come home one day, years ago, with those personally and expertly modified identical pistols. Vergil, despite his strict code against the use of firearms had been grudgingly and secretly intrigued by Dante's broad knowledge of guns, and he had found the black pistol which Dante called Ebony particularly interesting…though not in a million years he'd admit that to his brother, his nemesis... Against his will, his mind conjured images of a time that seemed centuries ago now…Carefree, happier times…

"Got a surprise for you, Verge!" Dante declared in his usual jovial, excited grin, barging into the garage where his older twin had been working out vigorously for the past hour.

"I'm thrilled, Dante." Vergil said in a flat, satirical tone, teeth bared, his arm and chest muscles flexing spasmodically as he lifted the heavy barbells.

"So you should be!" The younger twin grinned, removing his worn crimson trench and flinging it at Vergil.

The young man grumbled and slowly lowered the weights and wiped his sweat covered face with a nearby towel.

"Unless it is of utmost urgency, I suggest you remove yourself this instant, Dante." Vergil said without humour, he had to get ready for his martial arts training.

"Aw, come on man, just take a look at these babies, Vergil!" Dante said enthusiastically, producing a set of twin pistols; one gleaming with an ebony lustre, and the other a faint silvery ivory in colour.

"I'm not much of a gunslinger myself, if you hadn't noticed." Vergil said dryly. "A true warrior would not disgrace himself with use of firearms, Dante."

"But a smart warrior would." Dante smirked and continued. "This ebony baby here for example, is a highly lethal anti armour, is capable of continuous three round bursts at a time, and the trigger design is specifically modified for left hand shooters." Dante wiggled his eyebrows at his older twin.

"Well, I might have a use for it after all." Vergil began to grin slowly and wickedly.

Vergil snatched Ebony with admirable speed and skill, which prompted Dante to grab the ivory pistol simultaneously, the barrels pointed at one another's forehead.

"Jackpot!" The twins smirked…

Is this what they call" away with the pixies"…? Lady mused, with hands on her hips, staring grimly at the half-devil lost in a reverie.

A sudden chill entered the room, sweeping over Lady's skin and causing her to rub her arms absently. She couldn't hear the hushed trickle of water or the roaring sound of the waterfalls from the subterranean gardens anymore.

She promptly laid her hands on her SMG and desert eagle, glancing toward the exit. A low staircase led to the carved oak door on which a nude nymph was depicted to explicit detail. Lady wrinkled her nose at the nude relief, mumbling something about twisted works of art.

"I see your artistic sensibilities have been offended." Vergil said, hearing her remark and rising to his feet.

Lady turned to the half-devil, about to come up with a smartass reply, but the words never made past her lips as she saw a roiling mass of shadows creeping up silently from behind him.

"WATCH OUT!" She yelled in warning and drew her guns. But before she could open fire, a blast of sand from the core of the shadow threw her across the room into the hard wall. Lady collapsed, biting her lip not to cry out in pain as she heard her bones snapping. Next thing she saw was a black robed, abnormally tall and elongated Reaper-like monster looming over the half-devil.

"Vergil…" The Reaper-demon hissed, his cold, putrid breath licking over Vergil's face.

The sound of the katana sliding out of its scabbard followed a second later. Vergil whirled round and swung Yamato in a brutal downward slash.

The Hell Vanguard gave a shrill, discordant laughter and warped away to a safer position, twirling the giant scythe in great sweeping arcs that would have shred the half-devil into bloody ribbons if he hadn't ducked low and rolled out of the way in time.

The Vanguard's precise, powerful attacks were daunting to Vergil; usually these monsters followed a predictable fighting pattern which made them a fairly easy target, but this particular demon was easily evading the deadly katana, and there was almost a chaotic, unusual method to his attacks.

A frustrated growl tore from the half-devil's throat as the Yamato continued to strike empty air, and he prepared to dodge the scythe looming overhead once more.

Lady limped towards the sub machine gun, picking it up quickly, she began to fire. The bullets tore through the demonic hide, but did not stop the diabolical creature, who decidedly ignored her like one ignores a pesky fly on a wall.

To make things even more complicated, Vergil was lacking in focus, and could not find enough spiritual energy to devil trigger. He brought his body down low, then jumped backward, evading the sweeping scythe swiftly, bringing the Yamato down in a smooth, diagonal pattern. The samurai blade cleaved through flesh and bone, emitting a shrill howl from the Reaper. This only served to enrage the monster, however, and instead of warping to a defensive stance, it lunged at Vergil with a murderous intent flashing in the red hollow of its eyes, skeletal hands raising the scythe-blade high.

Vergil instantly extended his arms and brought Yamato upwards to parry. Sparks flew as the hellish scythe collided with the ancient katana. The Vanguard heaved all its fiendish strength to the blade in order to break the half-devil's block with a fanatical persistence.

Sweat dripped down Vergil's stern face as he continued to hold the Yamato above him, his steel solid muscles straining to their limit as he held the overwhelming monster back.

One slip meant a gruesome death…Vergil felt his limbs begin to go weak under the strain…

Then, out of nowhere he glimpsed a giant arachnid scuttling its way down the wall, its fanged mouth open wide as it spewed forth a sticky mass of web towards the half demon. Lady turned her gun toward the arachnes, and the oversized infernal spiders split in two under the relentless hail of bullets, erupting into dust.

Vergil was instantly glued to the spot however, struggling against the gooey mass he was encased in.

Despair was a bitter thing indeed…Vergil remembered fighting against a similar Vanguard with his brother and mother two years ago. Despite their best efforts, the monster had killed Eva and managed to elude the brothers' vengeance. It hadn't been a gentle end for his mother, Vergil recalled darkly. To hell with those laudanum induced poets beautifying death and the fancy, mythical personifications of twisted and hopelessly romantic, therefore idiotic human minds…

To Vergil, Death was ugly, unjust, final, an obliteration of light, of good in men, ravaging even the most sublime beauty and bringing even the proudest nations and warriors to their feet in agony.

Suddenly, the Vanguard froze, growling in furious pain as Lady's shurikens pierced the tough demon hide, jagged sharp edges embedding in its back, temporarily disorienting the demon.

Vergil's icy lapis eyes glinted and took on a reddish tint as memories once again flooded back. Wave after wave of devil rage lashed at Vergil's soul with a dark tide, and with a roar, he tore free of the arachne's web. Vergil shot forward like a bolt of lightning and thrust the katana right into the distracted monster's gut, impaling the Vanguard on his blade.

"There…will be others, half breed…" The monster choked on blood and bile.

Vergil jerked his katana free with disgust, and with a swift manoeuvre, cleaved cleanly through the cowled, ghoulish head.

The decapitated demon exploded into thousand dust particles as Vergil sheathed the Yamato. A green orb of condensed healing energy hovered above the dust just after, and Vergil extended his open palm to capture the precious demonic essence, watching swirling luminous orb morph into a small, egg shaped stone of jade green.

Vergil went over to Lady, who was now also suffering from a shattered kneecap, bending over to inspect her bloody thigh. Her ashen face was drained, her lips trembling despite her best efforts. The bandage she had clumsily applied would not stop the infection, and did not seem to contain the bleeding anymore either.

Vergil examined the wound without a word, the deep gash had flared up again as he had suspected. The blue half devil reached out a hand slowly as though he was about to smooth back the sweat-dampened, ruffled raven hair from her pale face, but instead his hand travelled to hers, prying her clenched fingers loose and placing the green stone in her palm. Lady glanced at him, then looked at the cold, smooth stone suspiciously.

"I don't want you limping all the way and hindering me in the process." Vergil justified his action smoothly, and pressed the orb into her palm.

The orb melted rapidly, a cool, soothing sensation filling her as her skin absorbed the magic, her wounds healing closed and her initial apprehension turned into unconcealed amazement.

But he was uncomfortably close again, his knee was brushing her thigh and his arresting gaze was fixed on her face. Then he tore his lingering eyes from her graceful figure and straightened, cursing himself inwardly for playing the protector…A role he'd never been good at…

Lady was grateful, but the half devil didn't need to know that...Don't let your guard down, not again…

She stood with a feline grace and retrieved her guns, re holstering them, casting a sideways glance to Vergil. A quick smile graced her lips.

"How an asshole like you could be such a gentleman sometimes, I'll never understand." She mumbled.

"Although we have exhausted the subject, I'd like to point out that your lack of manners is becoming a great nuisance."

"You are unbelievable. Well, forgive me sir, if I'm not a paragon of social graces." Lady's blue and brown eyes sparkled with challenge again as she headed for the door alongside Vergil.

"One can only speculate about the codes of etiquette a woman such as yourself would choose to adhere to." Vergil derided.

"This is ridiculous…" Lady rolled her eyes.

"Need I remind you that it is you behaving in a ridiculous fashion?"

As soon as Vergil opened the door, several hell prides and enigmas turned to the duo.

"We've got company." Lady glared past the demons, her face flushing with sudden anger.

"It does not require an exceptional intellect to perceive that." Vergil said mirthlessly.

Then the explosion knocked them back, and as debris and dust came cascading down, Vergil saw the familiar figure in crimson leather emerging from the smoke, holding Kalina Ann over his shoulder, and realized that Lady was referring to Dante, and that the real party , as his twin would put it, was about to begin…

Oh no, the shit hath hitteth the fan! What's going to happen next? Read and find out, but remember guys, patience is a virtue... -smiles and pokes- Please review k? Ta.