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As The Trumpets Sound	By : Laryna6 Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 4314 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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�It�s finally been nine months?� was her question when he
told her he would have the children be born soon.

He shook his head. �It has been almost a year. I judged it
best to wait for the solar eclipse, and to give them more time to grow.�

�You mean that I�ve been suffering this for three extra
months?�

�Two,� he assured her, holding up a hand to forestall her
wrath.

The poison blood in her made her whole body ache, on top of
what he assured her were normal pains of pregnancy. She�d been feeling� even
less rational than she otherwise would be, apparently. This new evidence made
her consider maybe her decision to� not totally hate him was part of that
irrationality. But, �It�s really best for the children?�

He nodded seriously.

�Why eclipses?�

�The superstitious. There is fear
in the air, fear of the darkness. It is a source of power.�

�Oh.� She touched her belly. The clothes still fit, and she
wondered if they were made by magic. She didn�t ask.

�It will have to hurt,� he warned her.

�Childbirth always does.� At least there wouldn�t be the
shame of liking it. �They�ve been wanting out.�

He started to say something and, probably wisely, bit it
back.

�When?� she asked.

�Tomorrow.�

�That soon?�

He nodded again.

It hurt. Far more than the night that had begun this. She
saw the black sun overhead, finally, as he held her hand, told her to count her
breaths, and she cursed him with language she had almost never used before.

When it was over she lay back, exhausted, then she felt a
second wind. Had he given her it? The pain ended, she knew he could heal, and
she felt so grateful.

Even more so when he handed her one of the
children. �This is Vergil, he was born first. Rather insistent about it,�
he informed her with a weary smile.

She held out her arms and inspected him. Moon-pale.
White hair, white skin (she�d seen a new baby once, and they weren�t this
pretty), he already had teeth and fingernails. He scratched her, pawing at her
in his enthusiasm, and bit one of her fingers when she petted him. She was
momentarily daunted, but it was all kindly meant, like a dog mouthing someone.
He was beautiful and he was hers, she�d
suffered for him, not just his.

�Why is he named Vergil?� He�d named them without consulting
her?

�I thought of the names a long time ago�Vergil and Dante.�
He was rocking the other baby, who was trying to climb on him with too-short
limbs. �You can choose their middle names,� he offered tentatively.

�Christian names.� She nodded. �Michael,� she said to the
one in her arms. �Let me see the other one.�

He put Dante down on her and was about to pick up Vergil
when she knocked his hand away. �Mine.�

�But��

�Mine. You can� do things with them later.� Never, if she had her way.

Dante and Vergil were rubbing noses, petting each other
after their brief separation, and she could sense a whisper of communication
between them, after that very rough experience. Making sure the other was all
right.

How sweet of them. Her heart melted even more. They weren�t
evil. Not when they were so kind, and innocent. She kissed Dante, then Vergil
in the head, rubbing them. She glanced at him to see if he was jealous but he
was just smiling beatifically down at them all.

He really did� love them?

He did.

Strange that she finally believed it now, after an
experience like that.

The children were a little afraid, nosing at her for
reassurance. The world was big and they were in it. They were going to have a
tough time whatever was true. She wanted, suddenly, to put them back where they
were safe (only as safe as she was) and would stay innocent instead of dying or
becoming evil. But she�d save them, right? She wouldn�t fail them like she�d
failed herself.

�Shh, shh babies. Mommy�s here,
it�ll all be okay.� She rocked them. He put a hand on their heads and they made
happy chirps, glad to be with Mommy and Daddy. Beloved by both, they accepted
the apology for the pain so easily.

Love conquered all? Did love really make up for� She didn�t
want to think of that now. �George,� she whispered to Dante. George had killed
the dragon. �We�re baptizing them.�

�As you wish.�

He wasn�t going to fight her over it? �In the church I� used
to go to. No one�s going to believe I ran away.� She�d been such a good girl,
once.

�You�ll be surprised what people will believe. They will be
glad to see you safe.�

�I�� She realized she didn�t want to see them again. What if
they could see her shame somehow? They would be angry she�d gone without a
word, if she told them what he had done they would hate him, call the cops but
he could kill the cops, and it would all spiral out of
control when she was hanging on by her fingernails. �Let�s�
not.�

�You don�t want to see them?� He looked surprised.

�You have enemies. They might take my family hostage. It�s
better if they don�t know.� She often wished she didn�t know. If she knew
anything� the children nosed at her again, hungry for her distress, and she let
them take it as Sparda pet them, scratching gently with his nails.

Were they purring? Quietly, if so.
�As you wish,� he told her, somehow sadly.

�They look human,� she said, for something to say.

�I used a spell to fix them in that form, so it would be
easier on you.�

�Thanks.� She didn�t want to see their true forms. She
didn�t want her children to remind her of their father any more than they
already did. She could see them as the children of the kind man who caressed
them, held her. She couldn�t see them as the devil�s children, and for that she
was very grateful, because if she did she would be as divided as she was over
him. Not quite. These two had never done anything to hurt her. She didn�t want
to not love them. She squeezed them tight, which they seemed to like.

He was still smiling. Well, he�d gotten what he wanted,
hadn�t he? Heirs, to save or damn the world. She was
even going to stay with him willingly. But she would let him have her again
over her dead body.

Would she� if it was a choice between him� doing that and
leaving, would she choose to stay with the children?

She was terribly afraid she would.

Whore, devil�s whore.

He wouldn�t ask it of her. Right?

They were� little miracles, and now the pain was over and
fading in her memory (she wanted to forget, and was more successful at forgetting
this than that), it almost all seemed
worth it.

Was this a trick, a spell? She had to� have faith. Love was
love, right? Love conquered all, they said. She�

She would not love him. She would never love him. She had
sworn it to herself, and she would keep that promise no matter what he did, so
that if it was all a lie she would not be utterly fooled, even if she was.

�Should I take you back?� he asked.

�No.� She shook her head. �I want to see the sky a little
longer.� But she didn�t look at the sky she�d missed so much, she looked at
them. Would she� would she never leave those rooms again? After
they were baptized. He�d said they would be. �We�re still going to
baptize them.� We? �

�Yes.�

She rocked them, and they were as active in her arms as in
her tummy, changing their minds a lot. Sometimes they poked their heads up to
look at the big world, the rest of the time they buried them under her breasts.
They made little soft sounds, not crying. Little chirps,
happy and confused. Happy. She wished she could
be so purely happy. She was happy for them.

He was looking at her face now instead of the twins. Hungry?

There was water on her face.

She was crying. She sniffed and tried to stop the tears, but
they still came.

She didn�t fight, though maybe she should have, when he
tugged her up, into his arms, and rocked her, the babies pressed between their
bodies. �I�m sorry,� he whispered. �I�m sorry.�

�Don�t say it, you�re not, you got what you wanted.�

�But I didn�t. I ensured that I would never get what I
want.� He sighed. �I� I suppose, if you had been weak enough to be controlled
by my spells, if you loved me, I would not respect you enough to fall in love.
I would have sent you back to your family even if you wanted to stay. You�
should go. It is selfish of me to let you stay.�

�You�re going to die. The children,� she started.

�Yes, the children. Everything for that
hope. They� I have doomed them. I have doomed you and what you love. I�
It is a good thing you do not love me. You will not mourn when I die.�

�How soon?� she asked.

�I do not know. It depends on how much the seal is
overtaxed. When Mundus wakes they will start to test it� they should not
realize that doing so harms me, but if they even suspect� Mundus might simply
keep ordering them to try it even if it seems it does no good. He is rather
pigheaded.� He laughed.

She should really push him away. Keep that distance between them.
He didn�t have the right to hold her when she cried (she didn�t know why she
was crying, even) when before he had made her need to cry and denied her that
right.

She hated him, she� she wouldn�t even think that. But� she
was afraid she was falling in love with the lie. There, she had admitted it to
herself.

She� wanted the children to only know the lie. She didn�t
want them to know they were children of rape. She wanted them to stay happy,
and innocent, and safe. And if that meant lying, humans lied.

His arms were warm and strong, and she wished this was real.
She wished this kind, warm, wonderful man wasn�t a
rapist. But actions spoke louder than words, and no matter how she tried she
couldn�t, wouldn�t forgive him.

�I said before, you can hurt me,� he offered, guessing her
thoughts. �You deserve to.�

�You like being hurt. It�s not a fair trade.�

�No.� He sighed. �I wish there was a fair trade. But it
would not be rape, if it were you. The only way you can wound me as I deserve
is by the way you are.�

�I know.� And she closed her eyes and wished she didn�t
derive a vicious satisfaction from his longing.

Wished she didn�t long back.

Could she cry now because his spells were broken and the
children were out of her?

He nuzzled her face, and it felt too intimate, too right,
but it gave her the strength to push him away. Vergil ended up on his lap, and
they both comforted the children who were suddenly without each other and a
parent, notlooking at each other.

There was nothing to say that hadn�t been said. They both
knew.

But he was hurting and suddenly she couldn�t stand that. �Sparda.�

Sudden, terrible hope that made her want
to justify it. �Eva?� he replied, hesitant, knowing it was too good to be true.

�You can call me that.� A tiny gift, but one she could give.

�Eva?�

�Yes.�

�Eva.� And he smiled.

�Let�s go home, Sparda. It�s your fault I�m exhausted, so
you can carry me. Give me Vergil.� And she didn�t flinch, not even inwardly, to
be held helplessly in his arms.
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