A Demon's Angel
Sorry for my amazingly slow updates. Enjoy bros.
And I know that Lady and Trish met already in the anime, but oh well.
Chapter 8 - Wherever
The clearing was quiet. Tranquil. A small, babbling stream ran past by a few metres. Birds sounded occasional songs from the forest nearby. Calm and hidden. Perfect. Vergil threw the weakened woman to the floor and dusted himself off while walking to the stream. He needed a drink. The sheer smell of her blood was making him dizzy. After a few handfuls of the clear blue water, Vergil sat back on the bank and looked up through the foliage. The sky was mostly blue, but grey clouds loomed threateningly into view. Rain was on its way. Vergil took another gulp from the stream and stood up again, looking towards the grassy green clearing. The girl was gone.
Vergil sighed and walked back towards where he'd laid her down. He could clearly smell where she'd gone. He followed her scent to the right of where they'd arrived, crossing the stream again further down and weaving through the thin trees trying to keep up. It wasn't long before he was close enough to taste her blood in the air. A heavy shudder racked its way through Vergil's spine, causing the Demon to keel over and land on his knees in the fallen leaves and winter's debris. He coughed slightly and shook his head, trying to refocus, and got back to his feet. Definitely not human. Who did Dante think he was kidding?
He walked slowly and cautiously closer to the smell of her blood, noticing how hard it was becoming to breathe, and stopped staring at the light in front of him. There the forest stopped, abruptly joining a wide rocky plateau that ended just as suddenly as it had begun about 12 feet away. And a bit further down, the woman was also emerging from the treeline, her eyes set on the cliffs in front of her. Vergil suddenly panicked, he clenched his fists and ran towards her, tackling her frail body to the limestone before she could walk any further. Her head hit the ground with a sickening crack and the woman was once again unconscious. Vergil let out a frustrated sigh and stood up, dusting himself off and slinging the woman over his shoulder.
This was all Dante's fault.
Lady had been stood outside Devil May Cry for almost an hour before Dante decided to open the door. They'd been having conversations through the door, but neither had thought to open it before the sound of a motorbike began to resonate from outside. Dante brought Lady inside before she could meet his other motor biking easily-aggravated lady friend. What a time to call round Trish. What a time… The blonde walked casually up to the office doors and tapped lightly, entering without invitation and receiving a confused, disgusted look from Lady.
Dante looked up from his snooker game and smiled at Trish, then potted a yellow.
"Jackpot." He grinned. Lady nudged him and growled in his ear, "She's a Demon, idiot.". Dante batted her away before going to talk to Trish again. He'd hardly got a single word out before his brother burst through the door again.
"Dante!" He yelled, extremely out of character and to the entire room's surprise. He didn't say anything else until he'd slammed Skylar's brittle body down on the snooker table, but after that he turned around and continued calmly.
"Explain." He demanded. Trish left the room, pinching her nose and hanging her head. Dante seemed to be slightly on edge too. Vergil felt his hands twitch and clenched his fists, prepared for a long witty story from his brother that didn't really answer his question and was simply devised to make him angry. That's all he ever answered him with. But now, for the first time in history, Dante gave a straight, simple answer to his elder sibling.
"She's an Angel." He choked, clearly affected by the blood. Lady seemed to catch the uncomfort between them despite not understanding what Vergil said. His voice was too hoarse for her to catch a word.
"What's up with you guys? You all look like you're about to throw up your livers." She joked. Dante went to speak and coughed instead, his stomach lurching and making his back arch. Lady stepped away and looked at Vergil, currently shuddering where he stood. Dante looked over to Skylar and cleared his throat. Why was her blood suddenly so disgusting?t had smelt so deliciously inviting before…
"I think we need to patch her up." He announced. Vergil gave his brother the same unwilling look as before. Dante straightened himself out and headed to the door.
"I'll check on Trish." He declared, briskly walking out and leaving Vergil to tolerate the sickly sweet smell.
Lady was clearly confused. Not only was everyone suddenly acting like they were dehydrated and intoxicated at the same time, but there was no apparent cause other than the person she'd ran through with Yamato. Her shirt was disgustingly bloody. Vergil hadn't looked at the woman since he laid her down. Instead, he was looking at Lady.
"Are you just gonna stand there? Get me a first aid kit!" She shouted, getting the half-blood's attention and making use of his current calm mood. Once he returned with the items she needed, Lady sterilised and bandaged the woman's wounds, including the obvious crack in her skull and the scratches on her knees and elbows from where she'd stumbled through the forest. Once the cuts were covered, the woman's presence was more tolerable, but Dante and Trish didn't come back in for a while. Trish being a fully-fledged Demon, she seemed more affected by the stench of her obvious purity.
Too bad.