A Demon's Angel

OK so I have a plot, a cute pairing that's undoubtedly NOT original, a laptop, and 2 chapter posts in one day. I feel… Proud. Although it's not my first time. For any of those.

Mind you, it's a feeble excuse for a chapter.

Chapter 5 - Vergil, Lady, and a whole lot of $*% .

Vergil's fist came down on Dante's table with enough force to break it, at least.
"Geez man! Calm down." Dante said, standing and daring to pat his brother's shoulder.
"I need your help." Vergil whispered. That's a contrast.

Dante kicked up his feet on what was left of the table and chuckled.
"Feeling lonely? You know I could hel-"
"Somebody stole Yamato." Vergil announced, cool and calm. Somehow. Dante leapt up, shoving Vergil away from him.

"Well why the hell'd you let someone do that?!" He asked, raising his voice and getting an angry stare from the waitress at the counter. He returned it with a wink and grabbed his brother's elbow, dragging him out of the door. Vergil dusted his jacket off once outside.

"Who was it? Or what, either works." Dante sighed. He didn't like being around his brother when he was in this state. Especially when he'd just been thinking about how to murder him.
"Actually, I believe you're very much familiar with her." Vergil smirked, drawing a greyscale picture of Lady out of his pocket. Sure enough, Yamato was tied around her waist, secured by the yellow ribbon that Vergil never found a use for. Dante paled. He was getting the blame for this.

"Find her, kill her, and get me that sword brother. Or else." Vergil snapped, losing him relaxed demeanor for a few seconds. Did he just say…?
"You know I can't do that. The killing part, anyway. The others, I can try. I may stand a better chance with your underrated expertise and mighty superiority. Brother."

Vergil froze. He looked like he'd been caught in headlights.
"Fine." He concluded. "I'll just kill her myself." Dante watched his brother as he walked away into a nearby alleyway. One sharp turn and he was gone.

"Missin' you already, 'Gilver'." Dante muttered, laughing a little to himself before walking back to shop. Why pay? He only ate the biggest pizza they offered, smashed the table, and flirted openly with the waitress. Only. But where did he get that picture? It looked like a certain church that Dante could only just recall through fuzzy memory and fuzzy feathers. Feathers.

It just had to be that church.