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Silver Rose [Vergil/Reader] {Devil May Cry} Bury the Light

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Around 30 Years Ago

One night, around thirty years ago, a large red roofed manor located at the outskirts of Red Grave City was attacked by a horde of demons and set ablaze. That night, two children ran as fast as their legs could carry them, a backdrop of red lighting the sky behind. When they stopped, out of breath and exhausted, the two sought shelter and huddled together for warmth and comfort.

You remember huddling close to Vergil, wrapping your arms around his trembling shoulders, stifling your sobs as tears trailed down both your faces. His clothes were shredded and dried blood caked into his hair… There’s so much blood.

“Vergil?” You whimpered, holding on to him just as tight as he held on to you. “What do we do now?”

When the older boy turned to look at you, and you were sure that his normally bright blue eyes seemed dead. Let’s both be strong. I’ll stay by your side, so we’re both not alone. You thought, straining your ears to hear what your friend would say.

“We survive.”

15th June 09:51am

- Nero & V’s POV-

Just as V parted ways from Nero, the two men paused when a ringing explosion echoed throughout the open area. Confused, the two descendants of Sparda watched with narrowed eyes as rubble and debris rained down from the sky.

“What the hell?” Nero muttered in question when he heard the distinct sound of something… someone… yelling.

Green and blue eyes darted up just as a hole was punctured in the ceiling and two figures fell down and into the open air. Even from afar, Nero and V could make out the form of a Proto Angelo being assaulted by a humanoid demon with white wings. Now that the ceiling wasn’t muffling the figure’s voice, Nero and V stared in astonishment when they heard Y/N’s voice cheer. “You wanted an air battle? I’ll give you a fucking air battle!” The two men watched as you used the Proto Angelo as a springboard, propelling yourself into the air before spreading your white leathery wings and dive bombing into the demon knight like a missile, sending it flying into part of the pit below with a crash.

“…I didn’t realize your mother had access to such abilities.” V commented, unable to tear his gaze away from the scene as you flew after the Proto Angelo promising what sounded like a beatdown from the obscenities left in your wake.

“Neither did I…” the quarter demon hybrid remarked, his voice trailing off in both awe and horror, “…you know, when I first met Mom, she was nervous and fidgety. She barely spoke more than she needed to and swore probably once in a blue moon. Whatever she went through affected her for years. I know she’s still insecure about our relationship, but damn it, I’m just really proud that my mom’s a badass.”

V didn’t think Nero knew that the boy tended to grin ecstatically when he spoke of Y/N, so he kept silent, his gaze staring into the ruins below to watch as Y/N launched the Proto Angelo into the air with a swipe of her tail.

“I think she’s proud to be your mother, as well.” V whispered, parting from Nero with a wave.

15th June 10:30am

“Why won’t any of you answer my fucking questions, huh?!” You snarled, holding up the battered form of the Proto Angelo. “First Umbral Angelo, the big guy you killed upstairs? And now, you won’t tell me where I can find that exhibitionist!” When the Proto Angelo went limp and started to disintegrate, your lips flattened in displeasure. “Shit, I went overboard.”

Dropping the demon, you took the time to observe your surrounds and the ruins of buildings nearby. “Well, shit. I didn’t even realize we were in my old neighborhood.” You cursed, taking flight as you searched for a better vantage point. Even among the ruins of a once beautiful city, flying graced you with the feeling of absolute freedom, and you didn’t bother stopping the girlish giggle as you spun and flipped in the sky. It had been over thirty years since you’d last been to this part of Red Grave. From the highest point in the sky, you could see the playground that you and the Sparda twins played at… and off in the distance was the Sparda residence. Touching down at the playground, in your mortal form once more, you took a seat upon one of the forward facing green horses, adult legs resting on either side of the small structure and rested your arms upon the head. Eyes gazing out in the distance, you hummed and thought back to what you learned about V since your night of passion together.

Vergil escaped Mundus’ control when Dante defeated Nelo Angelo.

After everything that had happened, Vergil was dying and still too prideful to come home.

He still thought that his humanity made him weak, and returned to Red Grave to cleave his soul into two… so that he could finally beat Dante.

What resulted was V, the human half, and Urizen, the demon half.

Shadow, Griffon, and Nightmare are parts of Vergil’s memories and trauma that haunted him and made him weak.

V and Urizen both, while being parts of Vergil… do not have all of Vergil’s memories.

V couldn’t tell me why Vergil cheated… only that Vergil’s love for me is one of his most prominent memories.

V, as he is, is dying quickly.

V’s goal is to merge with Urizen so that he doesn’t cease to exist.

Although V wants some way to right Vergil’s wrongs… he doesn’t think that Vergil will share his sentiment when he returns… and even with all he’s confessed to, V’s still holding some stuff back.

All around you was silence, the wind blowing at the top of the cliff you sat. Nobody was there to listen, but you spoke anyways. “I should probably go find V. He’s not completely you, Vergil, but… even with his regrets and shortcomings… he showed me how it felt to be loved completely… instead of being an afterthought on the road to power… but that’s not being fair.” You shook your head and rose from your seat on the playground horse. “There was a time where you stopped at nothing to ensure my happiness. V asked me a few nights ago if I could ever forgive you… for sleeping with another woman… for abandoning me and hurting me… Before I can even begin to forgive you, I need you to answer me this…”

What changed?

27th December 02:47am - 22 Years Prior

He couldn’t stop the nightmares no matter how hard he tried. There are some people who never get to escape their demons, forever pulled back into the darkest pits within themselves. No matter how much the light beside him calmed him, reassured him, brought hope to him, the light could never follow him into the darkness. If the light tried to follow after him, he would always be helpless to stop the shadows from smothering that which was precious to him.

Tonight, you followed him into the darkness of his dreams, and like all the nights you followed, Vergil could only watch as familiar, giant, terror-inducing sheers appears from the shadows beside you to cleave you in two. Like all nights, you called to him, voice weak as the blood gurgled from your lips. The elder son of Sparda opens his lips to scream your name, to reach out his hands to grasp your own… but no words leave his trembling lips even as he’s thrown to the floor, pinned down by demons on all sides. A manor engulfed in flames appears before him as he screams in silent horror and despair. Vergil begs them to leave you be, but his voice is still gone. The horde of demons drag you towards the flaming house, where a figure dressed in red with long blonde hair receives you. Even when the figure is aflame, Vergil can recognize his mother.

In his nightmares, Vergil screams his throat raw as he begs for you both not to leave him. He screams until the flames completely consume you, until the horror of watching your skin melt from the heat forces him awake… and even awake, his screams are silent… his body is still… there is no sweat clinging to his skin, just a bone-chilling cold that fills him with fear and dread.

Although fast asleep, you can sense his distress, and Vergil is reminded that you’re alive when you turn around and ensnare him into a comforting hug. Eventually, his racing heart calms along with his breathing, and his arms circle yours to pull your body closer to his. Vergil’s eyes close as he buries his tear stained face into the crook of your neck. You tighten your hold on him, but you still don’t wake.

Y/N… You are the only one I have left. The older we become, the stronger our demonic power becomes. One day, they will come to find me… and if they find me, they’ll find you. I couldn’t protect you all those years ago…

Vergil’s body trembles as the image of you cleaved in half appears in his mind.

I couldn’t do anything to save my mother…

His grip tightens just a little from remembering his mother’s screams.

Even now, I don’t think I’m strong enough to keep you safe if Mundus comes for me… I couldn’t bear it if I lost you to Mundus and his army.

But how can I get stronger?

The darkness creeps at the back of his mind.

My father was the strongest demon in existence. Surely, some of his power must have been passed to me.

He presses a trail of kisses upon your shoulder before settling in for sleep once more.

Yes, this could work. I will travel to learn more about my father and his power. If I am away long enough, the demons won’t find Y/N. And with Sparda’s power, I can protect anyone.

15th June 11:40am - Present Day

“We are… falling… the light is calling… tears inside me… calm me down…” You sang as you strolled through the wrecked passageways and overgrown vegetation. “Midnight… calling… mist of resolving… crown, me… with the… pure green leaf…” Something within you demanded that you make your way towards the old Sparda residence, but you didn’t feel like expending all your energy flying there. “Bless me… with the… leaf off of the tree… on it… I see… a freedom reign…” It was a homecoming of sorts for you as well as Dante, so it didn’t hurt to just walk the distance. Although those demonic abominations with the too many hands and masks had creeped you out when you cleared your path through. You shivered at how unnatural and unsettling their motions were. “Praise to my father… blessed by the water… black night… dark sky… the devil’s cry….”

You finished singing the song just as you climbed the last slope towards the house, “Ah fuck.” You bent over, clearly out of breath from singing and climbing at the same time. “Urgh… bad idea.” You groaned, lungs and core burning as you gave yourself a moment to breathe before straightening up and entering the home… with a huge fucking hole in the front of it. “Pretty sure that that wasn’t done by a fire.” On guard, you sauntered into the house, taking care to keep your footsteps light as you entered where the sitting room was. Overlooking the entire room was a burnt picture of the Sparda family. Your childhood memories of this place were fond… of your first meeting with the twins… and of the day where everything fell apart… watching as Vergil sat reading his new book… and as Dante pestered his older brother to play fight with him… of giggling when Vergil lost his temper and started arguing with Dante…

Your parents were never home to look after you, always sending you over to the Sparda residence so that Lady Eva could watch over you. There were times where you were bitter at the lack of connection to your own family… how your father always seemed to disappear for days on end… how your mother attended tea parties with the other suburban mothers, gossiping and social climbing. They loved you in their own way… now, that you were a mother to Nero, you were sure of this. Still… you could only ever mourn your family home as that of a second home. Your first home would always be the one you stood in now.

“I’m home.” You whispered into the damaged empty house. Reaching under the collar of your shirt, you pulled out a red jeweled amulet surrounded by gold, letting it hang in plain sight as you took a seat on the old sofa, a plume of dust rising from the old furniture as you sat down in the same spot when you’d first met the Sparda twins.

“Mrs. Eva… I came back.” Your voice grew hoarse as you pulled your knees to your chest, boots resting on the ruined soba fabric as you bit your bottom lip. “I went to see mom and dad at our house before here… our house didn’t survive the fire, I only found a new house where it stood… so I guess this place is all that’s left.” You sniffled and rubbed at your eyes, “I’m sorry, Mrs. Eva. I wanted to come back here with Vergil and Dante… but I couldn’t protect them.”

Promise me, Y/N. If anything should happen, that you, Vergil, and Dante look after each other.

You laughed bitterly as you scrubbed your face of the tears. “V told me that Vergil got here first… cleaved his soul right into two with the Yamato just so he could beat Dante in a fight. I don’t know what to do with them, Mrs. Eva. They’re so stubborn!” You sighed and slumped into the chair, drying your eyes. “Can’t believe I married one of them.”

“Yeah, I can’t really believe you married one of us, too.”

…

You knew that snarky voice anywhere. “Dante!” You cheered, head whipping to the right just as Dante stumbled into the house with… the Sparda and…. “Griffon? Why aren’t you with V?”

“I’m trying to get this numbskull to slow down, is what!” Griffon screeched, throwing what seemed to be a dirty glare at Dante. “I swear, what da hell is wrong with you, Dante!?”

Craning your neck, you peered over Dante’s shoulder, expecting to see V come stumbling up the slope any minute, “Is V behind you?”

“V’s watching over Trish right now. And Nero’s gone ahead to face Urizen.” The way that Dante stated this so nonchalantly gave you pause before you bolted out of the chair, “WHAT! THEN WHAT ARE WE DOING HERE?!”

Griffon squawked in alarm at how enraged you sounded, “Oh, shit.”

“Relax, Y/N. I just wanted to try something first.” Dante raised his hands to calm you down from your seething mother hen mode, holding out the remains of the Rebellion in his hands. “First though, how did you get here so fast?”

Raising a finger to your lips in a shush motion, you winked, “I think Vergil once told you about our secret path.”

At this, Dante seemed mildly annoyed, “Yeah, that you both kept from me. And how the hell is it still around anyways?!”

“Beats me.” You shrug before pointing at the broken Rebellion. “So, what’re you going to do with that?”

“The demonic power was activated in me once, when Vergil lovingly jammed this through my chest.” Your brother-in-law paused to raise the Rebellion up, observing it with great scrutiny. “I always wondered… why did my father give me the Rebellion?”

“Okay, what are you muttering?” Griffon demanded, gliding over to rest on your outstretched arm. You glance at one another and shrug, unsure as to what Dante was getting at.

“Over the years, I’ve been stabbed and jabbed by a number of things. But who would’ve ever guessed…”

When Dante trailed off at the end of that sentence, the bulb in your head clicked on, but you were too late to stop him from stabbing himself. At the squelch of broken blade meeting flesh, you winced and recoiled as Griffon yelled in outrage.

“Have you lost your mind!? There’s a demon to destroy! Kill yourself later! I’ll help!” Griffon turned to look at you, “C’mon, Lady Sparda, help me stop him!”

“If the Yamato can separate man from devil… then what of the Rebellion?” Dante grunted as the wound glowed red, spreading to engulf even the Sparda on his back.

“Wow… you are… absorbing the Sparda.” Griffon seemed equally as shocked as you were when Dante’s body quickly absorbed both Rebellion and Sparda, glowing a red light so bright, that you wondered if this was how it felt to be on the receiving end of a Devil Trigger transformation.

Once the light show faded away, you pouted at how cool Dante looked with his numerous wings. “And of course you’d have a better transformation.” You received no answer from Dante as he shot up into the sky and flew away, presumably to where Nero and Urizen were. “Rude.”

“Hey, Lady Sparda!” Griffon called to you, “You gonna come too?”

You paused and thought about it for a moment before smiling and shaking your head. “I trust you and Dante to keep Nero safe. There’s… a few things I need to finish up here before I can move on.”

“Alright! See you topside!” Griffon bid you farewell before flapping its wings and soaring after Dante.

When both Griffon and Dante were out of sight, you sighed and settled back down on the couch. “Dante gave me Vergil’s half of the Perfect Amulet after he sent Mundus back to Hell. But before that day, the last I’d seen of your gift to Vergil was around his neck… at the top of Temen Ni Gru.”

30th August 10:34pm - 20 Years Prior

Vergil had done as he’d promised himself over a year ago. He’d left to search for more information about his father’s power, hopping from one location to the next and only going home when he needed to. For the first few weeks, Vergil convinced himself that the gnawing loneliness he felt while away from his wife was necessary in order to further his goals and to protect her. He quickly learned that demons were slowly starting to learn about his wife, and suddenly simply distancing himself wasn’t enough to protect Y/N. And one night, while he was in Fortuna seeking information, he found himself in the bed of another woman. Though the guilt settled within his gut, he stubbornly waved it away.

What was one night with a stranger?

The demons are constantly watching me.

If I can convince them that Y/N means nothing to me… they will leave her be.

One night became several, and before Vergil knew it, he’d begun an affair. This woman… he could barely remember her name now… had been a brief relief among the nightmare that was leaving your side… And yet, this was probably the ultimate betrayal.

My work is done here. If I never return. If I never tell Y/N… then maybe I can save her heart as well.

Months later, Vergil came across Arkham, who whispered sweet demonic secrets into his ear.

Distance yourself from your family, Vergil. You will be doing yourself and your loved ones a favor. You will spare them the pain of separation. You will be protecting them.

He knew that he was a fool for listening, but for him to gain Sparda’s power, Vergil needed to awaken his father’s blade. With the blade and Sparda’s power, Vergil would then enter Hell to avenge his family.

It’s for the best.

If I stay, I’ll remain content… complacent.

Complacency leads to death.

It is my demonic blood which makes me strong. I’ve no use for humanity.

Colder still he became to you while he obsessed with gaining power.

And then, he encountered his younger brother… his mother’s favorite…

They fought, like they did always did… like they did on the day his mother died.

Vergil won… but it wasn’t enough. He had to prove that he was better than Dante while they were on equal footing…

He didn’t tell you that Dante was alive.

Before he knew it, Vergil had spoken the words to sever your ties to him…

Before he knew it, he was face to face with you atop Temen Ni Gru…

You, who were only quarter demon.

You, who only ever fought when you had to… who possessed such a gentle, loving heart.

You, who embodied all the good Vergil ever had in his entire life.

To see you make it to the top of Temen Ni Gru without much help from Dante, Vergil found himself questioning if it was his humanity that was weak.

She climbed this hell-trap of a tower to bring me home… she’s standing there, crying… begging me to come home… she went through hell for me… because she loves me… my light.

She could have stayed safe and away. Her humanity brought her here. Y/N let herself be put into such a difficult position because of her humanity…

Foolishness.

If her light is her humanity… and my light is her love… then to bury my light… my humanity… I must bury her, too.

Vergil found himself attacking you just as he allowed his lips to spew vile, venomous words. Nothing could have stopped his assault upon you in that moment because all you were in that moment was an obstacle to be rid of.

He left you to bleed out on the top of Temen Ni Gru and didn’t reflect on his actions until much later, when he had no choice but to.

15th June 12:00pm - Present Day

You are startled out of your thoughts when the earth shakes violently all around you. Peering out of the crack in the ceiling, you notice that the Qliphoth Tree has reached full bloom, now shedding away its old roots to reveal the mature tree beneath. “Oh, shit. This isn’t good.” You curse, turning to watch as the ceiling collapsed even more because of the seismic activity caused by the demon tree. Looking back at the charred family painting hanging above the fireplace, you grit your teeth and force yourself to leave the house. “Mrs. Eva, I’m going to go beat some sense into my husband! And when this is all over, I’ll drag them back here, okay!”

Silence and collapsing rubble are the only things that answer you in the violently shaking world. With a huff, you shift into your demon form and take to the skies, dodging falling root debris as you maneuver your way out of the covered underground pit. As exhilarating as it was to perform complex aerial maneuvers to evade the falling debris, you took care to keep your eyes peeled for your friends.

You sour for around five minutes in the open sky before your keen devil eyes focus on two figures on a crumbling cliff. “Trish and…V!” You’re diving down when you realize that Trish was trying to keep V from falling off the cliff. Although diving might not have been the wisest thing to do, as the shockwave of air from your arrival catches both V and Trish off guard, the latter accidentally letting go of V’s arm in shock. Luckily, you’d stopped yourself just under V, catching the thin man with ease and cradling him close as you rise to land on sturdier ground.

“W-who?!” Trish wonders, out of breath from the shock you just gave her, eyes narrowed as she pulls herself away from the cliff edge to look at you.

When you transform back into your human form, you grin at the demon cheekily, still cradling V to your body despite your height difference. “Heya, Trish, V. Sorry for being late.”

“You sure took your time.” The demoness quirked a brow when you didn’t set V down, casually holding him like a bride as you started to walk away with no problem, “You going to carry him all day? You realize who he is, right?”

Pausing, you turned to quirk a brow at her, tightening your hold on V when he struggles to stand. “Is there anything wrong with carrying my husband?”

You feel more than hear V’s heavy sigh, surrendering to being carried bridal style as you continued forwards in search of Dante and the others. “Fine… but only until we’re near the others.”

Now that you had him in your arms, you noticed that his skin was beginning to crack and flake. “V… you’re.”

“I don’t have much more time, Y/N.” The dying man confessed, resting his head against your shoulder, left hand rising to play with Vergil’s golden half of the Perfect Amulet. “I must get to Urizen quickly.”

Nodding, you close your eyes and press a kiss to the man’s temple, whispering an “Okay. I love you.” Before turning to Trish, “I’m going to start a brisk walk and gradually speed up. You okay with that?”

The demoness grins and tilts her head to the side, “Who do you think you’re talking to.”

Without another word, you take off down the road, Trish close behind.

15th June 12:36pm

With how the Qliphoth Tree was structured, it was fairly easy to spot Nico’s van. Setting V down before entering the room, you cheerfully greeted Lady and Dante before latching onto his left arm in a vice grip, letting V make his way to a small ledge to rest on. “Dante~ my darling brother in law~” you sang, “Where’s my son?” Sure enough, you couldn’t spot Nero.

“Sis! Good to see you!” Dante grinned sheepishly, looking nervous by your overly sweet words, “I-ugh… he’s in the van?”

“Dante~~~”

“He’s not hurt! I swear!”

Although displeased by his answer, you trusted that Nero would be able to take care of himself, pulling away with mocking pat on Dante’s head before settling on the spot next to V, leaning on his shoulder lightly, eyes trained on Dante and Trish when they approached.

“Hey, where did that garbage god go? What’s Urizen after?” Dante demanded, earning a displeased glare from you. He pokes your nose in reply to the glare, “Down, girl.”

Eye twitching, you snap and try to bite his finger. “Then be nice.”

Regardless of Dante’s tone, V answers, sounding beyond tired, “He’s at the top of the Qliphoth.”

It is at this point, that you cease paying attention, retreating into your thoughts for a moment to think about what you were going to do from here on out.

Well, it’s a guaranteed thing that I’ll be following wherever V goes. He’s running so low on energy that I’m scared he’s not going to make it to Urizen in time. Even the shoulder upon which you rested your head could barely withstand the pressure, the cracks having already grown more prominent. Griffon told me that V had been so weak after finding Nightmare, that his limbs shattered like fragile porcelain…

You were so distracted, that you missed Dante’s performance… or most of it. Catching the last half of his dance, you quirk a brow at your brother in law… “Um… eight out of ten, please dance again?”

“Dante!” Standing alert, you grin and wave at Nero when he walks around the van, confronting Dante. “I’m gonna go, too.”

“Now why did I know he was going to say that…” you trailed off, tapping a finger on your lips as you smirked.

“Why don’t you sit this one out?”

Deadpanning, you cross your arms and thin your lips, unimpressed. While I do get where Dante’s coming from… there’s no way the three of us are going to just sit down twiddling our thumbs waiting.

Nero seemed to be of the same mind, though he could certainly hold a grudge against his uncle. “Oh, and let you call me dead weight, again? Yeah, no thanks.” Your son lifts his right arm, mechanical limb waving in demonstration. “I got all the power I need. Right here.”

“You don’t understand.” Dante retorted, impatient as well as tired with dealing with the entire situation. “That’s not what I mean.” Well, of course not. We both mentioned to Nero that my husband is his father, but we never did explicitly state that Vergil was Dante’s brother… and Nero only knows that we’re up against Urizen… not the demonic half of his father… but, that truth involves so many people… would it be my place to tell Nero? Or is that V and Dante’s job?

You sense V rise from his seat behind you, struggling forward on his two feet, only stopping when you stood by him to act as support. “Let him go, Dante. Time is a luxury we can no longer afford.” Even standing left the weakened man out of breath, further worrying you. “We must chase after him, post-haste.”

“Why? Does this mean you’re going, too?” Dante scoffed, watching as all of you approached him.

“You know that there’s no way I’m hanging back, Dante.” You crossed your arms and lifted your chin, challenging.

“I have a duty to see this through.” V insisted, looking much paler now that he’s hunched over and struggling to walk.

Both men took notice at how serious V was, and Dante gave in, “Well, that’s all you have to say, Mr. Poetry.” You watched as your brother-in-law backed up to head his own way, a disapproving frown on your face and a twitch to your eye. “I’m gonna go my way, you guys can go yours. Let’s just say that’s best for the cause.”

Dante… I get it. You think that everything that happened to your family was your fault. But you need to stop thinking that it’s only on your shoulders. You watched as the three men separated to jump down, clicking your tongue in annoyance as you followed after V and Griffon. The men in my life are so frustrating!

20 Years Ago - Hell

Singular in his ambitions, the eldest son of Sparda fought his way into the deepest depths of Hell. The lesser demons were no match for the demon hybrid, falling to the Yamato in countless numbers. Vergil didn’t think of anything but revenge. It was Mundus who had set upon hordes and hordes of demons to their childhood home. It was by Mundus’ orders that they lost everything. He was a son of Sparda… if his father was able to beat Mundus all those years ago, then he could do it too.

So then… why was it… that he could feel nothing but pain now?

He blinked his eyes to clear the blood in his vision. He’s been strung up and impaled… but why?

A voice, booming, demonic, spoke down to him. Demeaning… Oh… yes… Mundus.

In the deepest pits of Hell, Vergil clashed with the Demon King… and lost.

Mundus kept speaking, but Vergil couldn’t hear him. The Yamato, broken, slipped from his grasp, and as the blade impaled the ground below, Vergil suddenly heard a voice.

“Vergil… sometimes, I’m scared by you.”

Vergil blinks tired and weary blue eyes until his focus is clear enough. The front door of the house closes softly as he shrugs and kneels down to take his boots off, placing them on the shoe rack before setting the Yamato down on the weapons rack in the hallway closet, shedding his winter coat as well. The elder son of Sparda could hear the crackling of wood in the living room fireplace, providing extra warmth for the house even if you had the heating on.

Outside, a snowstorm rages, covering the streets of Red Grave City in silent white. It’s late, there are no cars in the streets. Everyone in the city is home with their loved ones… and now he’s home with you.

When Vergil ventures further into the house, rounding a corner to see into the kitchen, he sighs contently, glad to be home after a few weeks away from you. He can see you, stirring a pot of soup on the stovetop. It was quite cold outside… and you must have wanted to make something to warm him up…

He closes the distance between your bodies to embrace you from behind, pressing his lips to your crown as he savors your presence. “Why do you say such a thing, my darling wife? Have I done something wrong? Something to scare you?”

You melt in his arms, slumping into his embrace but still paying attention to the soup, not wanted the vegetables to overcook in the pot. He feels you shaking your head, one hand coming up to rest on his, which had been placed upon your hip. “No, my love. You haven’t done anything to hurt me.” If you lied, Vergil was unable to tell, purring in contentment as your traced circles upon the back of his cold hand. “…and I know that you’d never do anything to purposefully hurt me, either… I just…”

You finish stirring the soup and set the wooden spoon down upon the counter, shutting off the stove gas in order to turn around and throw a sheepish smile at him before drawing him into a tender kiss. And as your lips locked, Vergil found himself thinking that he loves your smile. If one day, your smile is taken from you… I would stop at nothing to bring it back… and to hunt down the one who took it away in the first place.

When you pull away, Vergil can’t stop the rare tender smile he gives you, the edges of his lips tugging upwards as his blue eyes stare down lovingly at you. Your next words throw the smile right off his face, however. “You’re so focused on becoming more powerful… you’re always going off on your own nowadays… I’m scared that… one day… this won’t be enough for you.”

Your normally bright eyes are now sorrowful, and Vergil scrambles desperately to convince you of the opposite. “You know that I would never abandon you, right?” Vergil pulls you into his arms as he curses his lead tongue for such a weak argument. Let me pour my heart out to her. Let me lay myself bare and tell her that the only future I have is with her. That the sun ceases to exist when she’s not smiling at me. That if I could guarantee her safety for the rest of our lives, I would abandon my ambitions for her. Yet, even as Vergil thinks these things, his tongue doesn’t move. Refuses to lie more.

Your smile drops just the slightest, and you return your attention back to the soup, turning away from him to start the stove again. Vergil wonders if you could read his mind… if you know that even he doesn’t truly believe the words coming out of his mouth despite what his heart tells him. He can’t help but notice that you dodge his question… as if unsure. “I would follow wherever you go, Vergil. But one day, I’m scared that you’ll run to a place that I can’t follow…”

He flinches when the memory overlays with another… and he’s staring down at your impaled body, smile gone to be replaced with inconsolable tears… and to his horror, it is his hand that holds the sword.

Vergil returns from his memories when Mundus lifts his limp body up.

“The heart is a tumor of weakness. So let me rid you of it”

Struggle as he might, Vergil is unable to escape the tendrils of darkness.

“You need neither ego, nor memories.”

Before his mind and body are taken away, the defeated son of Sparda has only one thought.

Y/N. Forgive me.

Your voice answers him in the dark.

“And when that day comes, we’ll both be alone.”

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AN: Another long chapter. This time being a dive into Vergil’s motivations and actions. Next chapter is still untitled, though I probably won’t post it until next week.

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