"While the Lilly white, shall in Love delight
Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright."

-The Lilly, William Blake

"Well, this is boring."

Elena Adesso stared at the barely crowded street as she sat on the cobble stone pathway that had multiple stores open with greetings to customers while people slowly talked with one another. Her cloud gray eyes wandered around the scenery while a sketch book was hidden beneath her black cloak as she waited to see something that would peak her interest into sketching. She scoffed as more simple people passed by and she brushed back small strands of her onyx black hair, scowling at the small strands that were getting in their way.

Then she closed her eyes, letting her ability, which was to see anything in the present time, take over her sight and she was seeing different parts of the island, still nothing catching her interest.

Until the sight of a Demon caught her attention and she stared at it in confusion as it made no attempt to attack anyone or move. It was simply sitting down on the street, like herself, with its head down towards the ground. It was blue colored, unlike any blue she had seen before in her life, and horns curved back from its head. Its skin slightly glowed and at its neck was membrane that curved inwards and the spine merged with two dark-colored bones. A sword was held in its grasp, a katana to be more exact, as its handle had a gold wrapping with some black ornaments and the guard was an octagonal while the sheath of colored a vibrant dark blue.

It was odd but also entrancing.

She quickly observed its surroundings, noticing the small parlor and bookstore across the street, so she could find out where it was resting. Her eyes shot open and she looked to her right, knowing if she went down that way and turned down another corner, she would reach where the Demon was laying. She stood up and looked around quickly to see if anything has changed since she went to look. She pulled her hood up to cover her features better as she paced towards the direction were she had saw the Demon.

It was like one she had never seen before.

Some people grunted in annoyance as she slipped past them but she returned a glare to them. She then took the next turn and looked at the street, scanning around her to see if the Demon she had saw was still here.

She blinked as she stared at the Demon still at the spot, making no move at all, and its eyes were closed like it was perhaps sleeping.

Since when did Demons sleep in the middle of streets?

She clutched her sketchbook in her hand before stuffing it in her bag and made the decision to go investigate it more.

Vergil had landed on the island about a few hours ago and it was not as impressive as he had hoped to find. He knew that it was infamous for its religious worship of his father, the Legendary Dark Knight, Sparda, but otherwise it was stuck in what seemed to be like the 1800s. His searching for the infamous library or Archive landed him nowhere and no one on the island talked with him since he was a stranger and he did give off a certain aura.

He had closed his eyes for a few minutes to rest and the Yamato was gripped tight in his hands, not daring to leave it from his grasp. He wore a robe to cover himself from any suspicion and he knew no one would dare bother him since he was a stranger.

But fate had something else in its mind that day.

His stomach growled and he scowled at this, trying to ignore the slow gnawing desire of food. He would get something once he could get some money to buy something simple enough.

"Hey, are you hungry?"

He decided to ignore the female voice, thinking that they were talking someone else, and remained silent, breathing deeply as the scent of paint entered his nose, which was strange since he was not near and sort of studio or supply store.

"Is it asleep?"

The same voice greeted his ears again and he remained still, wanting just the sound of people walking by to be the only thing he could hear but it seemed like luck was not on his side. His eyebrows twitched at the voice for a mere second before footsteps moved closer to himself, walking around him as if someone was observing him. At the thought of being watched, he opened one eye up and happened to look at the figure whom he assumed was talking.

A woman who looked captivating.

He wiped his mind of that thought as a woman, most likely around his age stared down at him with cloudy gray eyes, full of intrigue. A cloak also drew around her and hung over her face but onyx black hair was shown from the sides of it which reached past the bottom of her chin, while her lips were parted open as if she were ready to say something else.

"So, you are awake." She spoke out loud and he scoffed at this, having been awakened by a woman who wanted to talk with him, "I heard your stomach growl. Are you hungry?"

He simply stared at the woman in utter irritation and she narrowed her eyes at this, clearly she was hoping for some other reaction that that.

"Your stomach was growling earlier. Clearly you want food but do not have any way of it getting it." She spoke up in regards to his stomach and he continued to glare at her before she sighed at this, looking away from a second, "You're clearly a foreigner and I shouldn't be talking with you but you are far to intriguing to deny myself the opportunity to talk with such an unusual figure. Plus, I would hate to inform the guards of a foreigner acting strange."

He narrowed his eyes at the threat and she raised an eyebrow at this, awaiting his response to her action.

Why was she so intrigued by him? No one on the wretched island had dared to be near him or looked into him.

She was different from the others.

He gripped his blade tight in his hands as he stood up and she blinked at his overpowering stature compared to her own. For a second, she looked like she might regret her words but then a second later she was offering him a soft smile.

"Wonderful." She said simply and he gazed over her yet again, noting her attire was darker than the other local citizens which was slightly strange considering it was so normalized there, "There's a small cafe not to far from here where we can get some food."

She started walking in the direction of the cafe while he followed closely behind her, observing her from a distance. She paced herself in a mild manor, while she tried to look back and see if he was still following her.

The Demon was actually acting close enough to a human but it still had its moments from just her small interactions where it was more Demonic than human.

Perhaps it was something else?

She admittedly regretted it as he stared down at her, eyes boring into her with some emotion that she could recognize. Maybe it was interest or annoyance or something else completely different? She turned her attention back forward as she weaved through some people talking aside and she could see the cafe nearby. She grew relieved at the sight as she walked over to it and opened the door, staring at him for him to enter first yet he made no move to do so. He simply stared at her in distaste and she narrowed her eyes at this, glaring at him annoyance she continued to hold the door open and waited for him.

"Well, are you going in?" She snarked at him and he too narrowed his eyes in annoyance at her tone before stepping in and released a breathe at his personality. She followed behind him, noticing the height difference between them.

He was even taller than her brother who was one of the tallest men on the island.

"Good afternoon! Is it just yourself today, sir?" The host asked, not even bothering to care about what Vergil had looked like, Elena pushed her way forward and gave an innocent smile to the host.

"Good evening. It's actually two, please." She said in her most polite voice she could offer and the host blinked at her talking before looking to him to confirm that she was with him. He sighed and nodded that she was indeed with him before the host led them to a table, near the back but plenty of people were nearby to make escape troubling. Elena flashed the host a smile and utter a small thanks as she sat down, sitting across from him, as he too took a seat. She observed him with narrowed eyes and he let Yamato lean against the wall but close enough for him to grab if he needed to.

"Order whatever you want. My treat." She said as she picked up the menu and he continued to look at her with uncertainty behind her reasoning. Her eyes glazed over the menu but still watched him, making sure he didn't plan on running away. He scowled as he looked down on the menu, noting that some the food did seem acceptable to eat.

"So, you got a name mysterious stranger?" She asked as she flipped another page of the menu and he remained quiet, not wanting to give away anything about himself. She tapped the table with her fingernail as she just stared at him, waiting for an answer but he said nothing.

"Good afternoon, folks. My name is Alfred and I will be server today. Now, what would you like to drink or perhaps you like to know the specials?" A server had appeared before she could get an answer from him and she looked up to the sever, who had a smile on his face and formal outfit that a traditional man from Fortuna wore, but with small changes that accommodated his work like a name tag and dark gray colors of the cafe.

"I would like an unsweetened ice tea please." She spoke and then locked eyes with him, knowing he would have to answer for himself or she would say something for him. He sighed at this and looked at her with annoyed expression but the smile on her lips, in the form of amusement, caused his annoyance to fadein some way.

"I would like chamomile tea." He spoke and her eyes grew wide at hearing his voice, expecting something else besides its raspy tone. The waiter nodded before going off to place their orders and she couldn't help but stare at him even more, expecting the echoing tone of a Demon to come out of his mouth.

"If you continue to stare, I will leave." He said to her and she blinked before shaking her head.

"No, I'll stop." She told him and she hardly believed it as she then leaned closer to him, eyes narrowed and a slightly clouded look seemed in them, "How old are you, by the way?"

He remained stoic at her question before she crossed her arms over her chest, glancing away and brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear. She bit her lip as she was unsure if she should say something before closing her eyes for a second, looking around to see if he was anywhere nearby or anyone he knew was close.

He had no clue where she was at the moment.

She released a breath that she held in and opened her eyes back up, noting that the Demon stared at her. An innocent smile appeared on her face as she leaned forward again and rested her arms on the table.

"Perhaps I should have introduced myself first before I start questioning you." She said and it seemed to help ease thoughts against her, "I am Elena Adesso, the Lady of the Adesso household. I am eighteen years old and an artist. It's nice to meet you."

He stared at her briefly as he tried to understand why her last name seemed familiar but ignored it for the moment as she did inform him a little bit about herself. Surprisingly, she was also his age but looked younger due to the way she carried herself.

"Why did you bother me?" He questioned her and she blinked at this before she glanced away, knowing that telling the truth and saying that she knew he was a Demon would be the wrong move.

"You interested me." She answered, which was true and he blinked at this, confusion wracking his thoughts as to why she would think so.

Perhaps because he was a foreigner or his hair would be an oblivious answer but he doubted it was that reasoning.

He was positive she had another reason for her talking to him.

"So, will you at least me tell me your name?" She said and interrupted his thoughts, making him look back at her before sighing. He crossed his arms over his chest and he made a quick sweep of the room around him, making sure there were Demons that would catch on.

"My name is Vergil." He told her and she practically glowed at learning his name, "We are the same age."

At the mention of his age, she narrowed eyes as she seemed to be struggling with understanding that she was the same age as him. She scratched her nose a little at this before glancing out of the window for a second and turned back to him.

"Here are your drinks, sir and ma'am."

At the voice of the waiter, the two turned to him as he placed their drinks down and she replaced her stern expression to a soft one.

"Thank you very much, sir. We'll be a few more minutes until we know what we want." She said and the waiter blinked at this before nodding in agreement, walking away from the two and left them alone again. She grabbed her drink, which was in a glass cup and a draw placed in it, and she twirled the straw around, thinking of her next question.

"What is your reasoning for being here?" She decided to ask and his eyes narrowed at this while she innocently took a sip of her ice tea.

"I am searching for something." He responded and she removed the straw from her lips, placing the drink back down on the table.

"Is it something specific?" She questioned and he then scowled at this, knowing that she wanted to know more, "I'm guessing it has to be related to Sparda."

From the way she talked about the legendary Savior to the island, she gave no regard towards him in the same limelight as the other citizens.

She clearly did view his father like everyone else.

"…You are correct." He answered and she nodded at this, a slight smile gracing her lips at her being correct.

"Fortuna does contain Archives that other cities do not have, especially regarding Sparda." She spoke and he felt a small sense of relief wash over him that the island was not a waste of time. She attempted to draw him in with her mention of Sparda and the Archives and he glanced down at his drink.

"I am in luck then." He stated and she chuckled at this, a smile perking at the corner of her mouth.

"Indeed, but how to do you plan on going in since you aren't a citizen?" She said and crossed her legs underneath her dress. He stared up at her in anger since he was not informed of these details, thus getting in an easy way was eliminated, and he scowled at the newfound knowledge.

"And I have one final question for you," She said and broke him out of his thoughts, "How does a Demon like yourself even manage to slip past everyone without any of them looking back twice?"