Hey guys! So, hooray! No one was offended about my last chapter. You can just never tell these days, because, as we all know, sex is DIRTY and WRONG. -ahem- Moving along, still really busy on my end and I SO miss being able to just write all day. Hopefully y'all aren't too angry at me for the lack of updates. The reviews and faves and follows have astounded me. Keep up the good work. I LOVE feedback. Anyhow, here you are, the latest chapter. I did it a bit differently, narrative-wise, and Nevan will make her first appearance as well. Hope ya like it. Enjoy and Blessed Samhain to you all!
Vergil couldn't recall a time where'd he'd been more at war with himself. A lifetime of strict discipline and self-control were completely dashed as soon as that little human wench had laid her lips upon his. Excitement had coursed through him so suddenly that the only thing that had saved her was the fact that he had so carefully guarded his baser urges for all these years. The scent of her arousal and the combined sensations of her soft skin and pleasing sounds had released a powerful need within him.
Enchantress?
Temptress?
Witch?
As he stood on the other side of the door, he felt his devil clawing at him from the inside, seeking to tear its way out and finish what she'd started. If that happened, she'd very likely be injured. Something he was loathed to do. Deep down, much like Dante, Vergil was exceedingly hesitant about harming humans. The devil, however, had no such concerns. It sent Vergil's human side very graphic images of ravaging the girl, tasting her; making her squeal and squirm with pleasure and pain. Claiming her as his own.
His hands tightened into fists as he struggled with himself.
Take her, Vergil.
He shook his head once, sharply, and gritted his teeth. With great effort, he turned away and deliberately walked towards the living area.
She is weak. You are strong. Show her how the weak are meant to serve the strong. Show her, her rightful place. Make her plead and beg for mercy. Taste her worship. You want to just as much as I.
He ignored the insistent, inner voice and proceeded down the hall. Dante, Trish and Lady were still gathered and conversing quietly amongst themselves. Upon entering, each of them immediately quieted and glanced his way. Trish arched a brow and tilted her head thoughtfully. Lady rolled her eyes and appeared disgusted. Dante's face split into a huge grin and he offered Vergil two thumbs up.
The blue twin ignored it all and calmly took his usual seat behind the desk.
"If you hurt her, I'll kill you." Lady suddenly spat.
Vergil arched a brow and issued a slight snort of derision. "Pft. Ridiculous. You can barely kill lesser demons as it is. Do you really suppose you'd fare well in an actual battle against me?"
Lady thumbed the side of her nose before sullenly crossing her arms, "Just the same. It's been awhile since I had a friend who didn't completely annoy me."
"Gee, thanks," Dante and Trish responded simultaneously, their voices dripping with sarcasm.
The odd-eyed human tossed a quick glance their way. "Entirely welcome."
"Stop being simple," Vergil continued. "If I meant to harm her, she'd be hurt good and proper by now."
Dante could no longer contain himself. "Yay, Verge! Finally! Wooooo!" An enthusiastic fist-pump. "Although, it never occurred to me that you'd choose a human female to-"
"Shut-up, Dante." The blue twin massaged his temples and briefly shut his eyes.
The younger brother had no intention of shutting-up. "Hey! Here's an idea. Why don't you eat some marshmallows off of her stomach? You know, as foreplay."
Vergil seemed to suddenly be very intrigued by a demon head that had been displayed on the wall as a trophy, and didn't respond.
"Or," he went on, "you could tie her up and have your way with her. I know how you like to control-"
"Enough, Dante." Vergil slammed a fist down on the desk, making it creak and tremble. Sharp edges glinted in his tone and his eyes suddenly went black and scarlet. Though, that last suggestion did have its appeal, he was nearing the end of his patience. "We've other matters to discuss."
Trish snorted laughter and swept her long hair back over her shoulders. Vergil flicked a sharp glance her way, visibly bristling. "Something funny, remnant?"
The blonde woman smiled easily, used to his snide remarks. "Yes, actually. I find this entire situation amusing. Not to mention futile. Human demon relations never work out favorably."
"What a coincidence, I find your entire existence to be amusing and futile." He responded, glaring.
Stung, Trish seemed to wilt a bit.
"Alright, alright." Dante got to his feet and held up his hands. "Let's all play nice again before someone's feelings get hurt."
A purring laugh sounded from a dark corner of the room. The trio turned their attention to a tall, willowy redhead who'd been quietly listening to the entire discussion.
"Nevan," Dante began, "why aren't you in your Devil Arm form?"
"Forgive me, master," she cooed, "but I just couldn't stay away. You all are conversing about my specialty, after all. Does the elder Master Sparda need some practice before he plays with the little human? For I'd be most happy to oblige him." The attractive demoness glided across the floor and gracefully perched herself on the edge of the desk, next to Vergil.
"That won't be necessary, Nevan." The blue devil replied curtly, turning away slightly.
"Ohhhhh, come now, lover. You're going to have to give in to me sooner or later. They always do. Your father included. Although, it was more his idea than mine-"
"Shut your face, Nevan." Dante snapped.
Pouting, the succubus nodded. "Anything Master desires." She began to get up when a thoughtful expression crossed her face. "Well, what about her, then? Perhaps I could -ahem- prepare her for the coming attractions?" She grinned in Vergil's direction once again. "You know, show her what it's going to be like mating with a demon. Poor dear probably has no idea of what awaits her. I would make it pleasurable for her, promise. It would be a kindness and a mercy, if you think about it. And, I'm not the least bit picky about gender. Right, Mary?"
At this, Nevan tossed Lady a wink and licked her lips. Lady flushed and glanced away.
"No, Nevan." Dante replied, rolling his eyes. "Leave the girl alone. Go bother Agni and Rudra."
A mournful sigh. "Yes, Master." Slowly, Nevan slinked away, tossing several unhappy glances over an elegant, green shoulder.
The red twin shook his head when she'd gone. "That female is insatiable. Goddamn. Anyways! Back to the topic at hand. Verge, did Orwryn give you any idea of when he might return?"
Vergil, ears a bit pink, shook his head. "No. He never does."
Lady heaved a sigh, "So, what do we do 'til then? We can't just sit around and fend off attack after attack while this person, or whatever he is, decides to take his sweet time. It's just not practical."
"Agreed," Trish nodded. "And, if it is indeed a question of dealing with some form of Mundus again, we cannot afford to adopt wait and see attitude."
"Thing is," Dante began, "we just don't know enough about this to do anything right now. And I've been trying for days to get in touch with Byron-"
"Byron?" Trish tilted her head curiously.
"Yeah. Her dad." Dante jerked a thumb towards the hallway. "He's the one we need to talk to, but he's seemed to have just up and vanished. Which brings us back to Orwryn. Unfortunately, that slippery little shit is key here. Unless... Hey bro, is he still wiring money to your account? We might be able to trace where-"
Vergil cleared his throat and appeared faintly uncomfortable, "Ah, no. It's been some time since the last payment. I, ah, haven't wanted to tell her but I believe it's likely that he's dead."
"Ah shit," Dante muttered. "That's fucked, but she deserves to know. You should probably tell her soon. But, meantime, I'll put my feelers out and see if anyone's heard from him lately. Might be that he's just lying low."
"And, it probably isn't the best idea to be consorting with what could be the next Emperor of Hell, Vergil." Trish threw a pointed glance at him. "For all we know, it could be that she needs a demonic beef-injection to wake up whatevers in her. It's not an unheard of tactic, you realize. Ever think of that?"
"That's just cruel, Trish." Dante chuckled. "He finally finds a girlfriend and you tell him he can't fu-"
"Can we please leave that subject be?" Vergil clenched his jaw and studied the surface of the desk, trying to keep his temper in check. However, much to his dismay, Trish's statement rang true. What if she was right? He was being entirely foolish about this whole situation.
"Cruel or not, it's the truth." She sniffed, crossing her legs.
Lady snorted in disgust. "Figures. Just when I finally find a friend who seems normal. Except for the sleeping super-evil inside her, that is." She stared off into the distance, arms still folded across her chest. "Do you know how much normal means to me? This whole thing just sucks."
"I think," Dante started, "that it would probably be in our best interests to adopt a group mentality. At least for the time being."
At this, Vergil jerked his head up and narrowed his eyes at his younger sibling. "Meaning?"
The red twin shrugged somewhat sheepishly, "Meaning, I think you two should move over here temporarily. You live way too far away from the core, Verge."
"Voluntarily so, Dante."
"Well, what if you need backup and we're all too far away to get there in time? At least here-"
"No."
Lady nodded, "It's a good idea, Vergil. There is a huge stockpile of ammo and weapons on hand here. Not to mention the Devil Arms. And we all stop by the shop daily and-"
"No."
Trish perked up, happy to participate, "And there would be three more pairs of eyes to observe. Also, no more babysitting trips to Vergil's house. Thank whomever."
"No." Vergil sighed, realizing he was losing the argument.
"I agree too," A voice purred. Nevan melted from the shadows once again, and issued a heady sigh. "It's been so long since I've seen you for any significant amount of time, Vergil. I've missed you so."
The blue twin fidgeted slightly. "Fine," he replied, after several moments. "But only until this is over. And you'll stay out of my business, Dante. On that, I won't negotiate."
"I can't promise I will. But I can promise that I'll try. Is that good enough?" Dante was elated. Secretly, he missed having his twin nearby. Unpleasant as he was.
Vergil glowered. First at him, then at Nevan. "I guess it'll have to be. And, you will keep your hands off of her. She's-" He tightened his mouth briefly, "She's mine. Got it?"
The four of them, Nevan included, blinked in astonishment.
Finally, Nevan was the first to speak. "A forbidden fruit. Vergil's little human temptation. It will be so hard to resist." Another wistful sigh, "I bet she tastes like vanilla cream. Though I could be wrong. After all, I imagined Mary would taste of berries, when in fact she tasted like fresh grain. Oh, but there I go again, fantasizing about what shan't be ever be mine."
Lady sputtered, while Dante let out a guffaw. Trish seemed curious. "Did something happen between you and Lady, Nevan?"
A sly giggle, "What didn't happen between us?"
"Shut-up, you demonic whore!" Lady bellowed, aiming both her guns directly at Nevan's forehead.
The succubus appeared hurt. "You weren't protesting when I was licking your-"
"Enough of this swill," Vergil hissed, standing. He was sorely displeased with the way things had turned out and he was definitely not looking forward to having to bunk with his piggish twin. Again. "I'll have to prepare for our move, however temporary it may be."
"Of course, bro. You two can share the spare room if ya want." A wink, "Or she can have the room and you take the cot in the office. Or vise-versa. I dunno, but neither of you are getting my bed. Unless, of course, you don't mind sharing her with m-"
A ghostly blue sword suddenly flew at Dante and imbedded itself deep in his chest. As the red brother howled with pain and struggled to pull it out, Vergil made to leave. "The sleeping arrangements will be decided later. For now, I'll have go back to my home and pack. I trust she will be safe enough here with you three?"
Lady nodded and waved him on. As did Trish. Dante merely smiled and rubbed his injured shoulder.
"Good then. I'll be back directly. Keep away from her, Nevan." Vergil strode out the front door and slammed it behind him.
Trish winced slightly. "A bit sensitive, isn't he?"
"He doesn't like being teased. Never has." The red twin replied, shrugging. "I'm just glad he seems to be less focused on power lately. Who'd have thunk all he needed was a girlfriend? I have to admit it was the last thing I would have thought of."
"Mm." Trish nodded.
"I better go see if she's alright," Lady said, heading towards the girl's room. "She's been awful quiet in there."
"Yeah, fill her in on what's going on, too." Dante said, retaking his seat behind the desk and kicking up his booted feet.
"Will do." Lady disappeared down the hall.
Nevan glanced at Dante, expression interested. "Does Master wish me to also help look after the little human?"
"I think it'd probably be in your best interest to keep your distance, Nev. Like he said to. I dunno how jealous my bro can be or anything, but he's awfully possessive about his things. He always has been, ya know."
The demoness appeared rather forlorn before her features took on a decidedly predatory gleam, "You're probably right, Master. Still though, she is quite a morsel. I may not be able to help myself."
Dante shrugged, "You've been warned. Twice. If you disobey and he catches you, I'm pretty sure you'll be sorry."
Nevan put a finger to her cheek and seemed to ponder, "Duly noted, Master. Duly noted."