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Fire and Ice	By : Ginae_Evans Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 6391 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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That evening's chess tournament ended in another draw. Vergil's expression was a combination of disappointment and admiration. "You're only prolonging the inevitable, you realize." He said, sitting back and crossing his arms.
"When I win, I'm going to make you give me a piggy back ride all the way to Devil May Cry, and then you're going to have to clean it. What a lucky guy you are!" You grin impishly.
Vergil arched a brow, "Merely, wishful thinking from a girl with a head full of twittering whimsical nonsense. When I win, I can assure you that my orders will be much more creative."
The bickering had gone on all throughout the match. Each one mocking the other with threats on what would occur when the champion was decided. Surprisingly though, it was rather fun for both parties.
"Hah! Promises, promises," You replied, waving a hand nonchalantly. "Careful, or I just may decide to-"
"Well, isn't this adorable!" A cheery voice greeted.
You tense and glance around sharply. It was Orwyn's voice to be sure but, again, he was nowhere to be seen.
Vergil closed his eyes briefly and shook his head ever so slightly. "Wonderful," He muttered.
"Come now, Spawn of Sparda. Surely this isn't how you treat all your guests, is it? What would your father, or mother, have said? Now, take down the wards so that I may enter."
The blue twin didn't move for a moment, unhappy with the mention of his parents. "Truthfully, Orwryn, Sparda would have just murdered you on sight. And mother, well, she'd lure you in with promises of tea and cakes, before she would also kill you."
You give him a half-hearted smile. "Your mom reminds me of my mom."
Orwryn didn't sound as pleased. "If you don't allow me entry, I cannot help you with your problem."
"Fine." Vergil murmured some strange chanting, then nodded. "It is done."
You glance around, puzzled. It didn't seem that anything had changed, honestly. Though, something must have because Orwryn appeared in the living room directly after Vergil's ok. The little man twirled a curly length of beard around a finger and bowed deeply.
"Get on with it, buffoon," Vergil snapped. "Do what you must and then leave us." His eyes grew cold and he directed a frosty glare at the hyper little being.
You jump slightly, taken aback by his sharp tone and angry expression. You hadn't heard Vergil speak like that since you'd first come to stay with him. He'd been rather waspish with you for the first few days, and you definitely remembered that sub-zero stare of his. Which, come to think of it, was also something that hadn't been directed at you for quite awhile. A part of you marveled at just how much his attitude about you had changed in the few short weeks that you'd been here. It was rather encouraging, really.
He appeared offended, "There is always time for manners and proper etiquette, Vergil. I seem to remember that, that was a lesson you took to heart."
The blue devil refrained from replying, only glowered and crossed his arms once more. Orwryn turned towards you and offered a jolly wink.
"Hello again, Orwryn," You dutifully suplied.
"And hello to you as well, toots! Surprised that you're still in one piece, really. Living with this grouch, that is." He lifted his chin in Vergil's direction and tittered. "Indeed, I am. I say! Perhaps even Young Mawster Sparda is susceptible to a pretty face and shapely calves?" He drawled, chuckling.
In spite of yourself, you grin. "No. It's because I play chess with him and no one else will."
Orwryn goggled at you for a moment, before issuing a soft huff of laughter. "Of course it is."
"Both of you shut-up," Vergil glowered at each of you in turn before turning his full attention to Orwryn. "There is business at hand. Or, did you just drop by to annoy me?"
"Both," He replied, not missing a beat. "Though it isn't really a challenge to irritate you. At all. Never has been. But, I digress yet again. You are correct, actually. There is another reason for my visit."
"... Hn."
"As I was saying," Orwryn continued. "I did a little snooping around since I've last seen you. Which is why you haven't heard from me until now. I managed to find out a thing or two.If you're interested, that is."
Vergil narrowed his eyes, but nodded and waved him on.
"Right then!" He clapped and jumped, clicking his heels together. Then, his unnaturally bright eyes zeroed in on yours.
They reminded you of two shiny quarters, and you shift uncomfortably in your seat. After a moment, you feel that strange nudging begin on the inside of your skull again. "Stop that!" You cry, attempting to push back.
"Cease that at ONCE!" He thundered, pinning you to the chair with his gaze.
A startled shriek is forced from your throat as you feel a huge weight suddenly settle onto your limbs. Unable to lift your arms or legs, you were, quite literally, glued to the spot. Steadily, the gentle prodding became a forceful pushing. You wanted to cringe, but you unable to do even that. Slowly, it began to feel as if your head was trapped in an invisible vice and you utter an agonized cry.
Vergil raised his brows slightly and began to get out of his seat. "You're hurting her. You told her there would be no pain. Enough!"
Orwryn didn't respond or stop, however, and you felt the pressure continue to mount until you thought your head would either burst, or be crushed. Finally, you grit your teeth and shove back with everything that you had. The painful vice-like sensation held for a moment, then, blessedly, began to wane.
Gasping, you slump in the chair and clutch your head, shooting Orwryn an accusatory stare. "That hurt, you little shit. It felt like you were trying to kill me! What the hell is wrong with you?!"
The little man blinked in surprise and then snorted some giggles. "'Little shit', indeed," He murmured. "You are fearless, I'll give you that. Or, perhaps just stupid."
"Eat me," You snap, glaring.
"A tempting offer, but luckily for you, I've already fed this evening."
You had no response to that, and it seemed to satisfy him. Orwryn grinned and conjured up a very tall top hat. This, he tipped towards you, before it vanished again. At your questioning glance, Orwryn tittered. "Manners, you know."
Vergil was staring at you, a slight crease between his brows. Reaching across the table, he cupped your chin in a hand and turned your face towards his. Careful though he was, his fingers sank into your cheeks regardless, giving you a slight fish-face appearance. After turning your head this way and that, carefully examining your features, he gave a satisfied grunt and released you.
Finally, his attention returned to Orwryn, who was watching this display with bright curiosity. Vergil's hand lashed out quite suddenly, and sent the little man sailing across the living room. Outraged, Orwryn leapt to his feet and waved a hand, directing a bright green bolt of energy streaking towards the half-devil. Vergil dodged it, easily enough, and the energy bolt sank into the wall behind him with a vicious sizzling sound.
Vergil paid this no mind, and instead, regarded the being with a bored expression. "That was for lying. Both to me and her. Don't do it again. Especially in my own home."
Dusting his trousers off, Orwryn ran an agitated hand through his beard and made a show of collecting himself before replying. "As you wish it, Spawn of Sparda." Another brief moment, then his jolly expression resurfaced. "Welly-wells! Would the two of you like to know what I've discovered, then?"
"Why else would I tolerate you being in my house?" Vergil asked.
"After all that, you'd better tell me," You grumble, still a tad angry. You begin to testily yank on a lock of your hair.
"First thing's first, dear. Tell me, have you ever wondered why your parents were so adamant about keeping you away from any and all demons? Especially given their profession?"
You shrug with a disinterested expression. "Like I told Vergil, they wanted to keep me protected."
Orwryn twisted a few strands of his beard in between his thumb and forefinger. "A plausible enough assumption, yes. Though, most demon hunters that I've come across made sure to train their offspring as soon as they could hold a weapon. Being able to defend oneself is the utmost in any sort of protection that a parent could offer."
Vergil perked up, eyes now gleaming with sharp interest. "I did find it odd that she was so carefully sheltered from any sort of demonic presence. Well, until now, that is."
Nodding, Orwryn issued a grunt of agreement. "Indeed. Wanna know why? Because, it just so happens that I know."
Both, you and Vergil, nod simultaneously.
"Hee! Wonderful." He sat on the sofa, getting comfortable. "Once upon a time, two human demon hunters dared to venture into the demon world to confront the mighty Mundus. Oh they were so very certain of their abilities. As most humans are." Orwryn began.
Vergil's eyes widened momentarily, but gave no other sign that he was at all affected by that name.
"Who's Mundus?" You ask.
"Actually, 'Who was Mundus?' would be a more accurate query. To answer your question, dear, Mundus was the Dark Emperor. He ruled the demon world for many, many a millennia. Until a certain set of devil-twins did away with him permanently, that is."
You glance over at Vergil, who was examining the fish tank very closely and seemingly not interested at all in the conversation.
"Let us move backwards, a few years anyhow, and return to those two foolish, foolish humans. They fought, they were defeated and they were brought before the emperor himself. My assumption being that Mundus wanted a bit of 'fun' with the two, instead of just killing them outright.
"They begged and pleaded but their cries went unheard. Until the woman, your mother, offered him anything if he would spare both of their lives. This caught Mundus' attention. A deal was struck and your mother was implanted with his seed. A seed that wold not take root until it had a proper vessel. One that was shiny and new."
Vergil glanced at you, expression sharp. Your eyes were wide and unbelieving. "Y-you mean, me?"
Orwryn nodded enthusiastically, "I do! Don't misunderstand, however, you're only the incubator, as I've said before. Mundus' seed has yet to sprout. It must first be awakened. Much like Vergil and Dante's devil halves had to be. Knowing this, or, having some sort of knowledge, your parents thought they could flee and hide you from him when you were born. After Mundus was defeated, you, and your little passenger, were forgotten as the demon realm tried to reorganize itself."
"What are you getting at, Orwryn?" Vergil snapped, now appearing very, very agitated.
"Why, they are looking for a new emperor, of course. And who better to take control than the very essence of their previous ruler? You parents managed to keep you exceptionally well-hidden for quite awhile. But, now, I'm afraid the secret is out and you have been found." Orwryn winked at you. "They're trying to capture you in order to awaken what still lies dormant."
You felt as though you were underwater again. "W-what do I do? I don't want to be a demon."
"Silly girl, you wouldn't be one. If this being is awakened, you'd likely cease to be. Only your body would remain, the perfect shell. The thing inside you will take full control. Unless, of course, you were to prevent it."
You swallow painfully, dry throat issuing an audible click. "I think I'm going to be ill."
Orwryn nodded sympathetically, "I'm certain this is all very overwhelming, and I do apologize for dumping it on you so very suddenly. Still though, I could hardly believe it myself. Therefore I had to see it with my own eyes." He peered at you seriously, "Which is why I delved into your mind so brutally. And, for that, I also apologize."
Vergil stood suddenly, "Is there anything else?"
The little man started, surprised at the blue twin's abrupt movement. "Information wise, no. Though, I'm hardly through with my research."
The blue devil nodded, mouth turned down in an impressive frown. "And this thing will be powerless until awakened?"
Again, Orwryn agreed. "I believe so, yes. Just as long as you prevent her from getting kidnapped by demons and dragged to hell."
You shudder and slump further back into the chair.
"If there is nothing else, then get out of my home at once. You've done quite enough for one evening." You watch, fascinated in spite of yourself, as several opaque, blue swords materialized around Vergil and aimed themselves directly at Orwryn.
The little man appeared vaguely uneasy. "Tut, tut, Spawn of Sparda. I will go. But, I will be back! Oh my, yes! This is the most fascinating thing I've come across in a good many years. Almost as interesting as when a bedraggled whelp of a boy appeared on my doorstep all those years ago. Recall?"
"Shut-up." Vergil's upper lip curled in a slight snarl.
"Really now, Vergil. Is that any way to demonstrate your appreciation? I say, I could have turned you back out into the cold. Yet, I raised you as if you were my own." He turned to you and winked, amusement coloring his features, "You see? This is the thanks I get for my selfless actions." He gestured to the ghostly swords, still hovering menacingly about his head.
In no mood for light-hearted candor, you merely glare at him without answering.
"All right, all right. I can tell when I'm not wanted." He bounced to his feet and straightened his knickers with a wounded air about him. "I'm leaving."
And, he did just that. Vanished, right before your eyes. However, his disembodied voice rang out around the living room. "Keep an eye on this one, Spawn of Sparda. What lies withinwants to be awakened, and will do everything in its power to ensure it." A heavy pause. "Perhaps you'd like to chain her in your room, just to be certain. Heaven knows you wouldn't mind." There was an amused tittering that decreased in volume until it was completely gone.
Vergil relaxed and the spectral swords faded as well. "He's left."
You don't reply, merely rest your forehead on the table.
He observed you for a few moments, head tilted. "I'll have to speak with Dante about this." A pause, "You, ah, present a threat now. We'll have to decide how to proceed."
"What does that mean?" You ask, voice muffled.
Vergil hesitated briefly, "Well, the simplest route would likely be to just do away with you."
Startled, you sit back up and leap to your feet. Backing away, you hold your hands up, "I didn't ask for any of this. Why should I have to pay with my life?"
However, he didn't make any threatening moves towards you. Quite frankly, he seemed rather unhappy about it. "I know that. Which is why I need to speak with Dante first. Besides, I-I..." He trails off and appears to have a quick, inward struggle. Finally, he cleared his throat and regards you seriously. "I'd much prefer not having to kill you."
Blinking, you can only watch him mutely.
After several moments of mutual staring, Vergil quietly says, "Go to bed, girl. You'll likely need all the rest you can get from here on out."
Nodding, you back away warily, not taking your eyes off him. You only relax when you're inside your room with the door locked. After a few moments, you slide down the wall and into a sitting position. Burying your head against your knees, you wrap your arms around your legs and try to refrain from weeping. You were still in the same position when you fell asleep, hours later.
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