In the forest at dusk, a lone man sits by a makeshift campfire, gazing at the brilliant embers in a trance-like state: he wore an abyssal-black coat made from fine cloth, with a pure white ascot and dark-blue shirt hidden underneath. He ponders on what to do next, and how much he'll continue to obtain until he's satisfied.
"You've grown restless, Vergil" a feminine voice spoke, snapping the man out of his thoughts. His eyes looked around the pitch-black forest c before finally ending up on the new sword he had obtained: its scabbard was rather bizarre, as it seems to be made by hard demonic scales, and the open slits that add to its design glowed a violet color.
Unsheathing the sword, its design was the exact opposite. While the design of the scabbard gave the image of an aggressive and domineering warrior, the sword itself was like that of a calm and steadfast noble: an elegantly shaped, single-edged, violet blade, and in its handguard, a mitsudomoe radiating a strange energy.
Said energy began to pour out of the mystical sword's blade, forming into a pair of arms that embraced him from behind. Soon, the wandering swordsman felt a weight against his backand, if he really wasn't hallucinating, he could feel a warm breath gently caressing his neck.
He took a sidelong glance to see a violet-haired woman, a look of content plastered in her face as her head rested on his shoulder. When he had first picked up the mysterious blade, he wasn't well aware that a spirit currently resided in the sword. Sure, she was helpful when it came, and fortunately wasn't all that annoying... aside for the two or three times she tried to do something explicit to him.
"I'll be leaving immediately after this" he replied bluntly, "there are so many out there still, so many that I need to obtain."
He then felt her arms separating from his chest, hearing an audible "hmph!" As the spirit crossed them. "I see that my strength doesn't satisfy you" she pouted, "if you keep going with that mindset, how long will it be until you are fully content? Will you just keep mindlessly wandering and searching?"
If he didn't know any better, Vergil would've found this scenario amusing, given she was acting like a wife berating her husband for overworking himself. In response to her rebuke, he gave a disgruntled sigh as he returned to the fire. Seeing that her words did not reach him, she replicated his sigh as she turned away, pressing her back against his own.
The two sat in the forest in silence, the only source of light they had was from the campfire. Suddenly, Vergil felt her body trembling slightly, which was soon followed by half-supressed giggling.
"What's so funny?" The swordsman asked, confused.
"I apologize, but... do you remember how we first met?" The spirit asked, only for Vergil to sigh as he looked back to the comeback. "I remembered how desperate you looked when you needed my power to destroy the guardian"
To her surprise, Vergil grunted. "I seem to recall you complaining every time your blade failed to cut through its hide" he snapped back.
"Maybe so, but perhaps if I could remember my true name, then the outcome would've been different" she proposed, "but I suppose 'Eiko' will be a suitable stand-in for now"
The swordsman then got up from his spot, picking up the sword as he put out the campfire. Just as he was about to head off in a direction, he was stopped by something holding him back.
"What are you doing, woman?" He asked, not bothering to even look behind him.
"Why don't we just stay for the night and continue our journey tomorrow?" Eiko suggested, "I believe we can do other things for the time being..."
"That is just a waste of energy" he replied, but it seems the sword spirit wasn't having it.
"Hmmm... I seem to recall you saying something before..." she put a hand on her chin as she feigned forgetfulness. "What was it again? Ah, right!"
He could feel her hot breath tickling the back of his ear as she leaned closer. And with a voice calmer than a still ocean, she said:
"This barely even counts as a warm up"
AN: honestly, the idea of Vergil with the rizz of Sparda creating a harem of weapons is a funny idea for a crackfic. But that should be in the better hands of a different writer.
There wasn't really of a reason for making this fic, I'm just celebrating the fact that I got in to beta test dmc:poc and for those confused about Vergil's attire here, I borrowed from the dmc mobile game.