First things first:
This is not a lovey-dovey romance between Vergil and an OC. The stoic ice prince and romance just don't go together.
Of course, Nero's mother will play a role (especially in this chapter), and my plan is to integrate her into the cast as seamlessly as possible with my limited skills, but the boys are still the main attraction.
Chapter 2: Thrilling Voltage
After each job, Dante despised the suffocating silence in the Devil May Cry office. A strange feeling of emptiness surrounded him once the hustle and bustle of the mission was over. Even turning up the volume of his music until the ground vibrated couldn't completely fill the void. He longed to hear the sound of gunshots, the clash of swords, and the roar of demon screams. These sounds were familiar and invigorating. They gave him a sense of purpose and sent his adrenaline rushing. He felt useful, knowing that people relied on him to protect them from the threats of the underworld. Those sounds had become a part of the Devil Hunter's identity.
But in the silence of the office, that identity seemed distant. During missions, Dante could direct all his energy and anger toward the demons he fought, which distracted him from his personal issues. Without external chaos and danger, he was left alone with his own thoughts and inner demons. During these moments, the weight of his past left him restless.
However, this time was different. The stuffy office felt alive, brimming with a palpable energy of relief and weariness. The walls no longer seemed to close in on Dante but held the echoes of the battle they had just fought. The air was heavy with the scent of blood, sweat, and lingering traces of sulfur, a tangible reminder of the many foes they had slain.
Taking his usual place at his sturdy mahogany desk, Dante sat back in his chair and cast a sweeping gaze around the room. A satisfied smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he observed his comrades, their faces etched with exhaustion and subtle hints of relief.
Trish, her face still pale, sought refuge and the comfort of the old sofa. The mission had pushed her powers to their limits, and her fatigue was evident. Closing her eyes, she allowed the weariness to wash over her, finding solace in the quiet moment amidst the chaos. Despite the tiredness etched on her features, a sense of poise and elegance radiated from her. Her impeccable appearance remained intact, save for the dirt that clung to her heels.
As Dante's gaze shifted to Trish, worry knitting his brows, she sensed his concern and opened one eye to meet his. With a reassuring smile, she silently conveyed her resilience before settling into the sofa's cushions.
On the desk, Nero sat perched with the phone in his lap and the receiver tucked between his ear and shoulder. His duffel jacket was discarded, revealing the grime and dried blood that clung to his neck and parts of his arms. Despite his exhaustion, a faint smile played on his lips as he engaged in a quiet conversation on the phone with his girlfriend. Nero's weariness couldn't mask the flicker of joy that emanated from him. His voice, though tired, carried a lightness and warmth as he spoke to his loved one. The conversation lifted his spirits, offering a brief respite from the challenges they had all faced.
Nico, Nero's dark-haired partner, noticed his distracted state and couldn't resist the opportunity to mess with him. With mischievous intent, she crept over and tried to snatch the phone out of his hand, her eyes sparkling with amusement. Eager to talk to Kyrie herself, she tugged at his arm, trying to divert his attention. But Nero, knowing his partner inside out, swiftly shoved her aside with an eye roll, extending his middle finger in a mock gesture.
Nico's annoyance was evident, but she couldn't help but find his teasing amusing. The quarrels between them were a constant presence, proof of their sibling-like bond and camaraderie. With a playful grin, she leaned closer to Nero, ready to join in on the conversation in her own unique way, so she just yelled a greeting into the phone, causing Nero to flinch and push her away again.
With a gloating laugh, she walked away, returning to exploring every nook and cranny in the office, her sharp eyes taking in every detail. As she moved about, a trail of cigarette ash followed her, evidence of her constant need for a nicotine fix.
Looming behind Dante, Vergil leaned against the wall, occupying the spot where the Sparda sword once hung. His arms crossed in front of his chest, a stance that suited his guarded nature. Dante couldn't help but notice the weariness beneath his brother's stoic mask, evident in the slight droop of his shoulders, the loose grip on the Yamato, and the diminished intensity of his scowl. Vergil's eyes were fixed on the open door beside the couch, lost in thought.
Curiosity piqued, Dante followed Vergil's gaze to the cluttered bedroom he had given his older brother. The hunter had never used the room himself, preferring the couch upstairs. Leaning back, Dante's chair tipped slightly, granting him a view of Lady tending to the unconscious woman, gently cleaning her face of blood and dirt before tucking her into the blanket.
When Lady finished her task and left the room, closing the bedroom door behind her, Vergil averted his eyes and looked down at the ground. The sight of his twin among them still felt unfamiliar to Dante. Despite their journey together and the progress made, a lingering unease remained. Vergil had spent most of his life detached from the human world and its inhabitants. Since childhood, Vergil had always been the solitary one, consumed by books and later by his ambitions and desire for power. The years of his relentless pursuit of strength and dominance had left him alienated and hardened.
But change was in the air. Vergil had willingly returned, driven by his own motivations, to fight alongside his brother and rid Mallet Island of the invading forces. Though possibly driven by ulterior motives, the decision brought a smile to Dante's face, which was met with a scowl and an annoyed eye roll from his brother.
Lady opened the fridge, took out a few bottles of beer, and handed one to Trish before looking at Vergil. The tension between the two was present as ever; their interactions were always tinged with hostility. Vergil glanced at the offered bottle as if it contained something utterly disgusting. With a shrug, Lady passed the bottle to Dante instead, moving on to distribute drinks to the others.
Returning to the desk, Lady's dissatisfaction was evident in her gaze. "It's time for some explanations," she demanded, shooting Vergil a glare. Unresolved questions and underlying tensions hung in the air, demanding answers.
Nero, who had finished his conversation, put the phone away and slid down from the table, looking at his father over his shoulder. Their interactions had been limited since Vergil appeared on the battlefield, and they still had unresolved issues. But now was not the time, especially with others around.
With a sigh, Vergil reluctantly stepped closer, sweeping his gaze across the room and the curious and skeptical looks of those within before finally settling on his brother's face.
"Come on, spit it out, Verge," Dante urged, taking a sip from his bottle, his casualness belied by the seriousness of the situation.
Vergil hesitated for a moment, his usually composed demeanor wavering slightly. "The barrier is weak," he finally spoke, his voice carrying weight. "The presence of the Yamato is no longer enough to sustain it. Hell requires a new king." His eyes briefly glanced down to the ancient katana at his side. "Naturally, many demons thirst for the throne. Vermins, all of them," he sneered, disdain evident for the demons craving his power.
"But?" Nero interjected, aware there had to be a catch for them to have this conversation. Vergil glanced briefly at him before continuing.
"But there is one demon who has successfully stood in my way. He calls himself Seere; he is a liar and manipulator. This cursed demon instigated the rage within the monsters, leading them to attack this world." Vergil's voice carried frustration, his eyes narrowing with anger. The intensity of his gaze and tightening grip on the Yamato spoke volumes about his resentment toward that demon. "He knew it would force me to find a way back," Vergil continued, his gaze drifting back to Nero; he had long since reluctantly accepted that this boy played a significant role in his reason for returning.
"So, this mysterious demon is the new king?" Dante guessed, trying to grasp the situation. But his brother shook his head. "Certainly not. His power is not yet sufficient. But time is running out."
The hunter nonchalantly propped his legs on the table and crossed his arms behind his head. "Okay then. That means we find the demon and kill it before it gets stronger, got it," he said, his casual demeanor contrasting with the weight of the task ahead.
Trish had risen from her seat and approached the table. "I don't think it's that simple, Dante," she smirked, knowing their missions were rarely straightforward. But he waved her off dismissively, his confidence unshaken.
Then she changed the topic. "And what does the woman have to do with all of this? She's definitely not human, that much I can tell," Trish hinted, her keen sense for demonic energy still reliable despite her exhaustion.
Vergil visibly stiffened at this question. But he quickly regained his composure, deliberately avoiding looking at the blonde demoness. She wasn't the only one seeking an answer; the others looked at him expectantly as well. Taking a deep breath, Vergil responded, his voice laden with abhorrence, "She is one of his henchmen. He sent her out to kill me, obviously without success."
"What a pity," Lady grumbled: "Maybe I'll lend her a hand next time."
Nero instantly stepped forward to distract the older man, who glared at Lady, clearly provoked. "So, she's a demon?" the younger hunter inquired hastily, seeking clarification.
But this question angered the man on the other side of the desk even more. Vergil's grip on the Yamato tightened further, the knuckles turning white. "Barely," he spat out, his tone icy and brimming with anger. "That wench is an imposter. A liability."
Dante watched closely, observing the rising tide of anger within his brother, ready to intervene if necessary.
Lady's skepticism was palpable as she questioned Vergil further, her voice laced with distrust. "And you still brought her here?"
Vergil's jaw clenched, his anger seeping through his tightly gritted teeth. The surge of his demonic energy thickened the air, indicating his growing agitation. He spoke with controlled intensity, each word emphasized with restrained fury. "I had no choice."
Lady crossed her arms in front of her chest, her skepticism evident in her expression. "Somehow, I don't believe you."
"Don't act like your opinion matters ... human," he growled, taking a step forward as he noticed her hand inching toward the gun on her hip.
Sensing the escalating tension and the imminent clash between Vergil and Lady, Dante shot up from his seat. Determined to diffuse the situation before it spiraled out of control. His voice cut through the room, commanding attention. "Enough."
The atmosphere crackled with tension, both Vergil and Lady glaring at each other, their anger barely restrained. Dante's presence served as a buffer; the weight of his authority momentarily kept the volatile situation in check. "Let's cut the interrogating before someone loses an eye," he said with a firm gesture towards the door, making it clear that he expected everyone to leave.
"What the fuck?" Nero's frustration was evident as he exclaimed. He couldn't believe his uncle's decision. "Really!?"
Dante met Nero's gaze with a knowing grin, assuring him, "Yes, really. You especially. So get out and get some shut-eye in the RV before you get all cranky."
The young hunter shot a meaningful glance at his father, his eyes silently conveying his desire to have a private conversation with Vergil. There were unresolved issues between them, and Dante knew that Nero yearned for a moment of connection and understanding. But Dante had to remain relentless in his decision that everyone should leave.
Lady and Trish, albeit reluctantly, accepted Dante's command and began to make their way out of the office. Dante gave them a nod of approval, appreciating their understanding. As they exited, Lady approached Nico, seeking a ride to her nearby apartment, offering the group a place to crash if needed.
Only Nero lingered in the doorway, hesitant yet determined. He glanced back at Vergil, his voice filled with awkwardness. "Good that you're not dead, I guess," he mumbled, acknowledging his relief. He finally left and closed the heavy door behind him.
Vergil released a heavy breath, his shoulders relaxing as silence washed over him. The burdensome presence of others had been lifted, allowing him a moment of respite from their questions and scrutiny. He took a moment to collect himself, appreciating the solitude that now enveloped him.
Dante walked past him, took a big gulp from his beer, and opened the door to the bedroom. The room was dimly lit, with stacks of old, discolored cardboard boxes piled up in one corner. Dante couldn't remember what was inside them anymore. Besides the boxes, there was little else in the room except for an empty closet and a bed currently occupied by the woman Vergil had brought with him. Thick curtains were drawn, but a small bedside lamp cast a soft glow in the room. Curiously, Dante leaned against the doorframe, his eyes fixed on the sleeping woman.
"So... this is the babe that's got your all head spinning?" Dante remarked, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he took another sip from his beer. He couldn't help but tease his older brother, knowing that this was the easiest way to get a reaction from him. Despite the tension in the room, Dante's lightheartedness was a deliberate attempt to ease the heaviness in the air.
Vergil stood beside him, leaning against the doorframe, his gaze fixed on the slumbering woman. A flicker of emotion flashed in his eyes—a blend of anger and regret—before vanishing behind his usual stoic facade. He took a moment to collect his thoughts before responding. "Hardly," he curtly replied, bitterness tainting his voice.
"Well, she looks hot," Dante's grin widened. He reached out and extended his beer bottle to Vergil, a small gesture of camaraderie between them. The elder brother hesitated momentarily, his gaze briefly flickering towards the bottle before accepting it. "Looks can be deceiving," he responded, taking a hearty gulp before returning the bottle.
The hunter observed his brother intently, his playful banter fading from his expression, replaced by a more serious and empathetic look. "This is his mother, right?" he asked softly, his voice laced with understanding and compassion.
Vergil nodded silently, his gaze still fixed on the woman in the room. The weight of their complicated history and the circumstances surrounding her presence hung in the air between them.
"If she is not human nor demon, what is she then?" Dante pressed, his voice tinged with curiosity. He had a hunch but wanted to hear it from Vergil himself.
Vergil's frustration was evident as he clicked his tongue, annoyance crossing his face. The momentary vulnerability was quickly being replaced by his usual guarded demeanor. "One of the Order's experiments," he muttered, his voice laced with caution and resentment. His eyes darkened as he cast a distrustful glance toward the woman. "She is unstable and dangerous."
Dante took another sip of his beer. He feared it would be something like this.
"And what's her name?" he asked.
"Kali," his brother hissed, his voice dripping with resentment and bitterness. The mere mention of her name sealed off any further discussion. Abruptly, Vergil pushed himself off the doorframe, causing Dante to step back. With a firm grip on the door, Vergil slammed it shut, effectively shutting out the room and the woman. The coldness returned to his demeanor, his walls firmly in place.
He swiftly snatched the beer from his brother's hand, his grip resolute. Without glancing backward, he turned on his heel and headed towards the bathroom, casually shrugging off his soiled coat and tucking it under his arm.
Dante stood there for a moment, his hand still outstretched, his brows furrowing in surprise. The abruptness of Vergil's action caught him off guard. "Verge!" Dante called out, his voice a mixture of concern and unwavering determination. He couldn't let the conversation end without addressing the lingering question. "When will you tell Nero?"
Vergil came to a sudden halt; his broad back turned to Dante. It seemed that he would dismiss the question, but then he slowly pivoted to face his brother. His voice, stripped of warmth and attachment, sliced through the silence. "I don't care about that. It's of no concern to me." The words were sharp, his tone final. It clearly indicated that he had sealed off that part of his past, deliberately distancing himself from the potential complications that lay ahead.
But Dante, being his twin, knew better.
"You may say you don't care, but I know that's not true," Dante whispered to himself, a blend of frustration and understanding coloring his voice. "Dumbass."
With a nonchalant shrug and a resigned smile, Dante muttered under his breath, "Stubborn as always." He turned and ascended the stairs, his steps laden with exhaustion. Collapsing onto the sofa, he sank into the cushions, burying his face in them, and decided not to bother undressing. The building was once again enveloped in silence. However, the knowledge that his brother was present, even in their current state of distance, provided a sense of comfort. It was enough for him to surrender to sleep immediately, knowing that he was not alone in his office.
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Jolted awake from a nightmarish dream, Kali's body was drenched in cold sweat. Gasping for breath, she sat up abruptly, her heart pounding in her chest. As she tried to adjust her eyes to the sudden brightness, she shielded them from the blinding light that flooded the room.
The images from her dream lingered, haunting her mind. It was always the same dream, an unrelenting cycle of reliving the moment of her betrayal. The face she had once trusted twisted with malice and deceit as they pushed her into the void, letting the darkness consume her, swallowing her whole.
Disoriented and plagued by a growing headache, Kali took a moment to realize that she was in an unfamiliar place. A sense of unease washed over her as she sat up, her heart still pounding. She surveyed her surroundings, realizing she was in an actual room, illuminated by the light streaming in through a window.
Her nightmare quickly faded from her thoughts as she untangled her legs from the blankets and stumbled toward the window. Pressing her hands against the cool glass, she peered outside. The sight that greeted her took her breath away.
Before her, a bustling main street came to life. People moved with purpose, cars honked their horns, and the vibrant energy of human existence filled the air. It was a scene of ordinary life, something she hadn't experienced in what felt like an eternity.
"Humans," she whispered in disbelief, her voice husky with wonder. The sight before her was a stark reminder of the world she had been isolated from for so long. Trapped in the depths of hell, she had almost forgotten what the human world looked like.
Fear gnawed at her, questioning whether this was another cruel trap laid by the demons, an illusion to deceive her once again. But as she continued to look out the window, the bustling streets and the genuine interactions of the people began to chip away at her doubt. The vividness of the scene, the emotions it stirred within her, felt too real to be a mere illusion. A glimmer of hope flickered in her weary heart, daring to believe that she had escaped hell's clutches.
Voices shattered the air, jolting Kali out of her reverie.
"Agni, we must keep a watchful eye. Our master's orders are clear," said one distorted, metallic voice, slightly muffled.
Her instincts kicked in, and she whirled around immediately, her hand reaching for her hip, where her saber usually rested. But there was nothing. Confused, she patted her hips, searching for the weapon that had been her constant companion in hell. "Shit!" she cursed under her breath and started looking around. On the ground lay some of her clothes, the old cape, and the pitiful remains of her uniform jacket neatly folded, her boots standing right beside the stack. But no sword.
"Indeed, Rudra. We cannot afford any more setbacks," responded another voice, tinged with urgency.
Confusion and panic surged through her as she scanned her surroundings, desperately searching for a weapon. The only thing within reach was a table lamp. Her heart pounding in her chest, Kali ripped the cord out of the wall, holding the lamp firmly in her hand. She crept closer to the spot where the voices originated, her mind racing with questions and growing unease.
"But how should we keep watch when we are in here, brother?"
The distorted voices seemed to be coming from the closet. Bracing herself, Kali slowly approached, gripping the lamp tightly. With a surge of adrenaline, she yanked the door open, raising the lamp over her head. But her arm froze mid-air as her eyes fell upon a pair of talking swords.
"What the fuck?" she mumbled, her confusion evident. She stared at the swords, her grip on the lamp loosening.
"Oh, good day. Are you a guest?" asked one sword, its voice emanating from the red orb on its hilt. "Would you like some refreshments?"
"What are refreshments?" inquired the other sword, its talking orb a dark blue.
Kali's mind swirled with disbelief as she stared at the talking swords. It was unlike anything she had encountered in her time in hell. Her disbelief quickly turned to a mix of curiosity and suspicion.
"Who... or what are you?" Kali asked, her voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through her veins.
"We are Agni and Rudra, the Twin Blades of Fire and Wind," the red sword introduced itself, its orb glowing with an inner fire. "And we are the guardians of this dwelling."
Kali raised an eyebrow, glancing around the room once more. "Hm, so this is all real?" she mumbled more to herself before she slammed the closet doors shut. "Thanks, boys." She couldn't afford to be distracted by talking weapons when there were more pressing matters at hand.
Quickly retrieving her belongings, she got dressed in her familiar worn-out attire. As she secured her cloak around her shoulders, she couldn't help but miss the comforting weight of her sword, which was now missing. It was an unsettling feeling to be without her trusted weapon, but she pushed the thought aside. She knew she couldn't dwell on it. Everything felt unfamiliar, and her memory of how she had ended up here was hazy at best. However, one thing remained clear in her mind—the intense battle against the demons that ensued after Vergil had opened a portal. And the face of the young warrior. Nero. Kali couldn't help but take a deep breath, her heart skipping a beat as she vividly remembered his face. But there were still too many unanswered questions, and first of all, she needed to find out where she was.
Carefully and still weak on her legs, she turned the knob and pushed the door open, half expecting a trap.
As she stood in the doorway, she looked around suspiciously. The vast room she found herself in was a dumpster cluttered with trash and empty bottles. It reeked of stale beer and old wood. But after being surrounded by the stench of sulfur and blood for ages, this was a welcome change.
However, her nose wrinkled as she caught a whiff of electricity in the air. It emanated from a woman sitting at a large desk. With her pale skin and long blonde hair, she appeared human at first glance. But the unmistakable demonic aura that surrounded her was impossible to ignore.
"Good morning, sunshine," the woman greeted, her voice friendly with a tinge of arrogance, not bothering to look up from her magazine.
"Who are you?" Kali demanded, her voice firm as she slowly stepped further into the room, scanning her surroundings. The office was a chaotic mess, with stacks of papers and files scattered across the desk and floor. The walls were adorned with posters, some torn and faded, depicting various demon-slaying weapons and powerful creatures. Dust covered the surfaces, giving the room an air of neglect. "And where the fuck am I?"
"Your babysitter, but you can call me Trish. And this is Dante's office," the blonde woman licked her finger and turned a page of her magazine.
Dante? She hazily remembered that Vergil mentioned someone with that name.
Kali's eyes widened as she spotted the shining blade of her saber on the desk, a stark contrast to the room's disarray. She took a step closer, her hand reaching out, but before she could grasp it, Trish swiftly threw her long legs onto the desk, trapping the saber under her heels.
Growling in frustration, Kali extended her arm, her eyes fixed on her weapon, her trusty Calliope, "Give me that. It's mine."
Trish remained unfazed, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Sorry, sweetie, but I've been instructed to look after the shop and keep an eye on you," she remarked casually, not intending to relinquish the sword.
Gritting her teeth, Kali clenched her fists. "Give me my sword, or I will take it, understood?"
Raising her eyebrows, Trish finally looked up from her magazine. A smile filled with anticipation spread across her lips. "Oh, really?" She rose up from her seat, her hands crackling with electricity as she let the sparks dance around her slender fingers. "That could be fun."
With a determined yell and ignoring the protests of her still-weakened muscles, Kali dashed forward, her fist raised for a swift punch.
Her fist shot forward, propelled by determination and the remnants of her waning strength. However, Trish proved swift and agile, easily evading the attack with a sidestep. As Kali stumbled past her, Trish seized the opportunity, delivering a powerful kick to her side. The impact sent Kali crashing into a nearby stack of boxes, the cardboard crumbling beneath her.
Groaning in pain, Kali quickly pushed herself up, ignoring the throbbing ache in her ribs. She could feel the electricity in the air, a tingling sensation warning of Trish's imminent strike. She sprang forward with a burst of adrenaline, attempting to land rapid punches on her opponent. But Trish effortlessly dodged and weaved, her movements fluid and precise.
Frustration gnawed at Kali as blow after blow missed its mark. Trish's unmatched agility and mastery of electricity gave her an additional advantage. Swiftly, Trish redirected her electrified palm toward Kali, sending a surge of lightning coursing through the air. Kali dodged, narrowly avoiding the searing pain that would have accompanied the attack.
Their battle raged on, the room filled with grunts and the crackling of electricity. Kali fought with all her might, each strike fueled by her determination to reclaim her sword. But every time she got close, Trish expertly utilized her lightning powers to keep her at bay.
Eventually, Trish's lightning-imbued strike found its mark, surging through Kali's body. A jolt of pain coursed through her, causing her muscles to convulse involuntarily. Her body shook under the force of the electric shock, momentarily incapacitating her.
Gritting her teeth, Kali fought to regain control over her trembling limbs. The electric current had further weakened her, but she refused to let it break her spirit. With a surge of willpower, she pushed through the pain and staggered to her feet, tasting blood.
Trish watched with a smug grin, reveling in the temporary advantage she had gained. Tauntingly, she crackled her fingers together, generating sparks of electricity that danced across her hands.
Weakened and with muscles twitching, barely obeying her commands, Kali struggled to remain on her feet. Her sneer at the blonde woman morphed into a growl, a sound that resonated more like a demon than a human.
The front door burst open at that moment, and the twins' voices filled the room.
"You know what I missed in hell? Stabbing you," growled Vergil, his tone dripping with irritation.
"Awww, so you did miss me," joked Dante, who entered the room after his sibling, carefully balancing a stack of pizza boxes on his palm.
Their heated argument ended abruptly as they witnessed the intense battlefield before them. Vergil rubbed his temples in annoyance, trying to comprehend the chaos unfolding before him. Dante's eyes widened with excitement, his grin growing wider with each passing second.
Dante's face lit up with delight as he took in the scene, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Good to see you ladies are having fun!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with amusement. But then his eye fell on the chaos that was his office: "Maybe a bit too much, though."
"What is going on?" Vergil demanded. He shot a disapproving stare at Kali, expecting an explanation. However, the woman seemed oblivious to his presence, her attention still fixated on the blonde she-devil.
Her slightly bent posture, ready to pounce at any moment, and the malevolent glint in her eyes were all telltale signs that Kali was still caught in the frenzy of battle. Vergil's expression hardened. He knew he needed to intervene to bring her back to her senses. With a determined stride, he stormed over to Kali, his footsteps echoing through the room. He firmly grasped the hood of her cloak and yanked her back, attempting to physically restrain her.
"Calm down, woman," he growled, his grip tight and commanding. But Kali's instinctual reaction took over. In a swift motion, she swiped at him, her hand transforming into a demonic claw for a brief second. The air crackled with energy as her attack narrowly missed Vergil's face, leaving a faint trace of a claw mark on the wall behind him.
Dante let out a low whistle, his eyebrows raising in appreciation. "Not bad. But please, don't wreck my store," he remarked, his voice tinged with a mix of amusement and concern. He then turned his attention to Trish, a questioning look on his face. "Trish? What did you do? I told you to watch over her, not antagonize."
Trish nonchalantly shrugged her shoulders, her lips curving into a sly smile. She pointed towards the saber, still lying on the desk. "She wanted her weapon back," she replied, her tone filled with playful mischief.
Vergil protested, "No!" but it was too late. Trish had already grabbed the saber and tossed it to Kali.
The engine roared to life when her hand closed around the hilt. Hot white flames shot out of the exhaust pipes, and she tore herself free from Vergil's grip, screaming as she charged toward the demoness.
But the blonde, tall woman just smiled and blew Kali a kiss.
As her sword was about to slice into her opponent, a giant blade suddenly materialized out of thin air, accompanied by a whirlwind and a flash of a red coat. The enormous weapon effortlessly blocked Kali's blow, leaving her puzzled as she stared at the man who had intervened.
"Hey, what about we all calm down for a sec?" the man joked, holding the massive broadsword with ease in one hand while the other was impressively balancing a stack of flat white cartons. He threw her a charming grin.
But her confusion quickly gave way to a surge of battle-ready instincts. Her body tingled with the urge to fight, her muscles tensing, and her sword instinctively raised. However, before she could act on her impulses, a voice she knew all too well and a firm grip on her sword arm stopped her.
"Stop," Vergil ordered, his voice firm and unyielding.
Kali turned her head sharply, her eyes blazing with defiance as an angry growl escaped her throat. But he met her glare with his cold stare, not even slightly intimidated by her. "Hand over your weapon, woman."
"You want my sword?" she finally growled, stepping closer, her voice dripping with venom: "Then let me ram it right into your face," she hissed at him.
The two of them glared at each other angrily, neither willing to back down.
Dante whistled in impressed amusement at the thick tension between Kali and Vergil. Grinning, he rubbed his stubbled chin: "Interesting. What do you think?". He glanced over to Trish, who stepped at his side and leaned casually onto his shoulder. "Oh, I like her." with a smile, she flicked some strands of hair from her eyes. "And I think that we should better end this drama, or this office will soon face a bloodbath." With these words, she snatched one of Dante's Pizza boxes from the stack and strolled towards the scene, adding a touch of nonchalance. "Hey there, gorgeous. How about we both get out of here?"
Kali's eyes shifted briefly to Trish, caught off guard by the woman's approach amidst the hostility. But she quickly refocused on Vergil, unwilling to let her guard down.
"If you want to see the boy, you should stop acting like a wild animal," he remarked contemptuously, arrogantly looking down at her.
This remark hit Kali like a physical blow. Slowly and reluctant, she relaxed. Sensing the change in her demeanor, he loosened his grip carefully, ready to defend himself should she change her mind.
"Fuck you.", she grumbled and yanked her arm back. She pushed her saber back through the loop on her belt. She then turned her attention to Trish. "What do you want?"?"
Trish smiled and casually pushed the pizza into Vergil's hands, shoving him a step away. "Oh, I want a lot, darling. But right now, I want to kidnap you and get you some new clothes."
She gestured with her slender fingers toward Kali's tattered and blood-stained attire, which gave off a rather unpleasant odor.
"Besides, you've been cooped up in this stuffy office for far too long. Come with me, and I'll show you the city."
Kali's eyes widened at Trish's proposition, a mix of surprise and intrigue washing over her. The idea of exploring the human world again filled her with excitement and longing. It had been so long since she had experienced the bustling streets, the vibrant energy, and the feeling of freedom that the human world offered.
"You're serious?" Kali asked, her voice tinged with a hint of hopefulness.
Trish grinned mischievously, "As serious as a heart attack, darling. So what do you say? Ready for an adventure?"
Kali finally nodded, following Trish, who was already on her way to the entrance. But before joining the blonde, she glanced back, meeting Vergil's cold eyes - and flipped him off.
A surprised chuckle escaped Dante's lips. "Now I know where Nero got his attitude from," he remarked, thoroughly amused by the bold gesture.
The moment the door closed behind the woman, Vergil took a breath and put a hand to his eyes, muttering, "This woman will be the death of me."
His brother kept on grinning.
This chapter gave me a fucking aneurysm. I just couldn't get the fight right, I dunno why. But it made me furious.
It was such a cool setting and had so much potential. A demon who controls electricity and a crazy woman fighting in a confined space? Like a fucking cage fight! SO cool, so much potential! Maybe I'll come back to this chapter and do it justice. But right now I's so done with it.
But I like Dante in this chapter. Well, you have to be happy with something, right? :/
Sorry for swearing.
Cheers,
-J.
