With a hooded cloak wrapped around him, Vergil walked through the streets of Fortuna, currently void of any residents, which was something he liked. He grunted, easily noticing the swarm of insects crawling onto a sign but paid them no heed yet. He stopped, his eyes falling onto the statue of his father that was almost finished.

"The Order of the Sword, huh? They worship a demon as a god?" he mused almost in amusement.

As he said this, numerous Scarecrows burst out of nowhere, barring him from going forward. Vergil regarded them with a blank look, merely readying the Yamato by flicking her handle, slightly unsheathing her. A Scarecrow popped up from behind, attempting a sneak attack.

Vergil was much faster, leaving behind his cloak and dashed through the blockade of demons, already in the process of sheathing his katana. They spun around, shocked that their compatriot had been easily killed. They turned back to face the half-devil, who merely held a blank look.

The Blue Demon grunted as he dashed towards three separate demons, only needing one strike to cut them down. Then, he threw Yamato's scabbard at another, which pierced through and struck two more. With inhuman speed, he dealt with them in instant. Stopping for a moment, he threw Yamato around like Round Trip, destroying the Scarecrows that surrounded him. Catching her with one hand, he slammed her back into her sheath, bringing up the katana as the demons exploded.

He sighed, bringing up a hand through his hair. He grunted and took a few steps, just for another swarm of Scarecrows to drop down. Vergil jumped up into the air and drew Yamato, rotating himself as his blade sliced through them all with a war cry. Kicking down the last one, he descended and sliced through it, landing in a kneeling pose as he rose up and slowly placed Yamato back into her scabbard with his eyes closed.

With no more pests to deal with, he continued walking as the rest of the Scarecrows dropped dead. "Just what are your true intentions?" he wondered. Raising his hand, he grabbed his falling cloak and put it back on in one swift motion. As it so happened, some of Fortuna's citizens had started using the path he had come from.

He kept on walking, very glad that the people paid him no mind…except for the woman in red. Turning back, she looked at Vergil with a curious stare. As he disappeared, she smiled and just kept on walking.

Over the past few days, Vergil has combed through the entirety of Fortuna, researching not only them, but for some of his father's exploits as well. He desired power. Not to rule over those who were weak, but to never feel helpless or alone ever again. As luck would have it, a young woman, almost the same age as him, offered him a place to stay entirely for free.

He sensed that she had some sort of ulterior motive, but who was he to decline what she offered. Currently, Vergil was without his coat, skimming through some of the books he had acquired from the library, deep into his research.

Meanwhile, his gracious host was in the kitchen, currently cooking supper. It was the woman in red, her hood pulled down to reveal her luscious gold locks and a pair of gray-silver eyes. She hummed a peppy tune as she stirred the stew. Vergil was a bit annoyed by the noise and looked up from his books.

"Must you hum that awful tune? It's quite the distraction."

The woman said nothing and merely offered him a smile, going back to cooking. Luckily, she did stop, much to the white-haired cambion's relief. However, to his surprise, a knife came sailing towards him. Quickly reacting, Vergil materialized a Summoned Sword and brought it down. Sensing that things weren't done, he jumped back, avoiding being impaled by someone else's Summoned Swords, colored a golden white.

"I have done my best to be a good host to you, Son of Sparda. But, I do not take kindly to any sort of insults that pertain to my mother!"

Dashing forward, the mysterious woman summoned out a gold and white o-katana, moving to attack him. Vergil called Yamato to his side and deflected the strike. Twirling around his still sheathed weapon, he jabbed his host's gut, pushing her back. She grabbed onto the scabbard, pulling it then threw it back at Vergil, who was moved a bit as it slammed right back onto Yamato.

"Stop this foolishness, woman. You do not want to test your might against me. I'll even apologize, if it will stop you."

The woman chuckled, not in the mood to back down. "I've been waiting for this for a long time, Son of Sparda. I need to measure how strong I am, and you're the perfect opponent for that!"

Grabbing him by his ascot, she transported the both of them into a floating arena of sorts. It was a mere, simple platform, and the surroundings seemed to be nothing but grassy, green hills. Vergil looked up, seeing his host levitating. He grunted and ran a hand through his hair.

"I see… You're not exactly human as well."

"Heh. One could say we're the same, you and I." With the snap of finger, her entire outfit was replaced by an almost all black outfit - a pair of black trousers, a black shirt, and surprisingly, black heels. The only thing that wasn't black was her fastened, crimson red coat, which reminded him of his younger twin, and her golden locket.

The woman floated down. She wanted a fight, but she wanted it to be fair. Letting out a deep breath, the two readied themselves and slipped into a comfortable stance. Both looked at one another with an impassive gaze, not letting anything give them away.

Without warning, the two charged and drew out their respective katanas. With a loud cry, they clashed blades, exchanged strikes and swiped at each other. Both fighters seemed to be on the even playing field, and despite wearing heels, the woman had no problem with her movement. As they locked blades, sparks flying as they ground against each other, Vergil lightly smirked.

"This may be fun." he commented.

Pulling back, he swiftly slammed back Yamato into her scabbard and smacked her twice with it before quickly drawing her out and unleashing an upward strike. Luckily, she managed to stand her ground and moved to retaliate. The blonde moved like lightning, striking at Vergil with a flurry of slashes, expertly tossing her sword back and forth in quick succession.

Using his Dark Slayer techniques, Vergil danced through her attack, though he couldn't help but be impressed at her skill. Tricking up, he slammed down Yamato for a devastating overhead strike. His host managed to parry the attack, leaving the half-devil open for an attack. Much to his astonishment, she threw her blade down to her heels...and used them to grip and swung it around ferociously, cutting him up.

Vergil grunted, jumping back and sheathed Yamato as his wounds closed up. Slipping into an Iaido stance, he drew out his blade and called upon numerous Summoned Swords, blistering them at his opponent. She batted them aside with her own scabbard, but some managed to nick her, which was enough to make her hiss and distract her.

Dashing forward, he drew out Yamato and performed a relentless slash then followed it up with a spiral cut, lifting the two of them into the air. With one swing, he dealt out multiple sword strikes that crashed her back down to the ground. Once again, Vergil tried a Helm Breaker. He was successful, giving her a large gash on the chest.

To his correct suspicion, the wound immediately closed up as he sheathed back Yamato. He Tricked back, letting the woman recover.

"A dark-forged blade, I see... It beats light, but can also be beaten by such." she commented. She stood up, grinning at him. "Show me more of your motivation... Show me your POWER!"

The Son of Sparda raised his hand, blocking the bright glow that began to emanate from his once gracious host. He put it down, and least to say, was very surprised. Her skin grew chrome-white, she lost her pupils, with lines running down her eyes, and she had gained white, feathery wings. Seeing them, Vergil could only make one assumption.

"An angel... No. A nephilim." An excited smirk crossed his lips, tightly clenching his fist. "I was right. This is getting fun!"

With that declaration, a burst of dark blue lightning crashed down onto the cambion, transforming him into his Devil Trigger, Yamato's scabbard being grafted into his skin. They grinned at each other, and clashed once more with blinding speed. They were nothing but streaks of white and blue, emitting sparks of light and darkness every time they crashed.

The two skid to a stop on opposite ends, moving to sheath their respective swords. When they did so, numerous cuts appeared on their bodies, making them drop their respective forms. Vergil winced as the holy light burnt his skin, his healing factor getting to work. Looking back, he saw that the woman was in the same page, albeit more injured. Pushing himself up, the Blue Demon grunted and approached her with no malicious intent.

The blonde was prepared for a surprise attack, but was shocked that she was just being offered a hand up instead. She smirked and accepted, pulling herself up with Vergil's help. The Son of Sparda offered her the smallest of smiles, complimenting her ability.

"You're better than I expected. Had we continued, one of us would have been dead."

A light blush appeared on her face as she took him back to her home. Just in time, the stew she had been cooking earlier was just about done. She rushed back to the kitchen, leaving Vergil to dust himself off as he patiently waited for supper.

The woman came back, carrying two bowls filled with delicious stew. She placed down Vergil's share before sitting down. Immediately, he grabbed his spoon and dug in, unminding of the heat. He was a bit ashamed. He had been under this woman's roof for days, yet he never bothered to learn of her name nor thank her for any of the meals she had cooked.

They ate in complete silence, only the sounds of their spoons and chewing being heard in the room. Usually, Vergil liked the noiselessness because it allowed him to think out loud. But this time, it made things a tad awkward. Hesitantly, he decided to start up a conversation.

"You told me that your reason for fighting me was to measure yourself. Why?"

She placed down her spoon, looking quite sullen. "I need to see how much more power I need before I can finally look for my little sister. My parents were torn from us by a group of fallen angels, and she and I were separated. That day, I vowed to get stronger, no matter the means, so that I may never lose anyone ever again."

Vergil chuckled internally. She was right - he and her were one and the same, in some ways. The rest of the supper went along quietly, until they finished. The woman in red grabbed both empty bowls to clean them up. But, before she could leave, Vergil stopped her in her tracks to ask a question.

"What is your name?"

"Hmm? Are you interested in me, Vergil?" she asked with a coy smile.

"Perhaps." he replied offhandedly.

The woman blushed, but nonetheless, she answered. "Jeanne."

Days after, Vergil finished his research, having already gotten what he came for. He decided to head back to the mainland while it was night. He was, however, slightly disappointed that Jeanne had disappeared off to who knows where, but he didn't let this affect him that much.

For a moment, he stopped to look back at the numerous people robed in the Order's uniforms, patrolling the streets of Fortuna.

"Well, I can't exactly call them misguided." he supposed. Vergil continued walking as he kept on with his monologue. "But soon they shall know this devil's power. A power greater than they have ever imagined. A power of a Son of Sparda." Smirking, he trailed his fingers on the handkerchief he had picked up. "And as for you, Jeanne. Some day, you and I will meet once again. And it will be a day that I look forward to."

Years Later - After Dante had beaten Mundus

Vergil stumbled through the halls of the underworld prison he was transported to after his defeat at the hands of his twin, Dante. After years of torture and humiliation, he was finally free from Mundus's torment. However, he was severely weakened, causing him to fall down.

Being separated from Yamato, endlessly tortured and his fights with Dante had left a toll on his body. It was a wonder he was still alive. But, he was lucky. He didn't understand why Mundus ignored it, but he thanked whatever higher being was there that he did. He unfurled Jeanne's napkin, revealing a shard of the shattered Yamato. Small as it was, it was enough to get him out of this place.

Clenching the shard tightly, Vergil willed open a portal large enough for him to fit through. Picking himself up, he staggered into it and hoped that he would be transported somewhere safe. However, he lost his footing and tripped down, his strength starting to dwindle. He struggled to stand up, starting to feel his skin flake off. That's when he heard a familiar voice call out to him.

"Vergil!?"

He couldn't keep it up anymore and promptly fell unconscious

….

When he woke up, he didn't ever expect to see a normal ceiling instead of the grotesque ones that he had seen over and over back in the underworld. Groaning, he sat up and cradled his head. He blinked, noticing that he was no longer in his armor as Nelo Angelo and was now just in a simple, black tank top and a pair of pants.

"You're finally awake." softly said a familiar voice.

Vergil slowly turned his head and his eyes widened in surprise. "Jeanne?" he asked in uncertainty.

The blonde smiled and walked into the room. The years had definitely been kind to her. She's most definitely a woman now. The nephilim sat on the chair besides the bed, looking at Vergil with worry.

"While I'm glad that you remember me, what happened to you, Vergil? I never pegged you as the armor-type."

The Son of Sparda flinched, memories of being forced into the accused suit rising up, along with the pain that it had wrought. Jeanne noticed his discomfort and asked what was wrong. The half-devil looked down, his eyes having long lost its light and life.

"I was an idiot who foolishly attempted to challenge the Prince of Darkness, and was forced to don that accursed armor after my defeat. He did it…all the while his corruption spread through me, eating at my mind. I..."

Vergil began to visibly shake as he became extremely pale. The painful memories of Mundus's torture resurfaced all in perfect clarity, accompanied by his mocking laugh. Jeanne was quick to act. She wrapped her arms around him and emanated a warm light that covered him. It felt soothing. And soon, Vergil calmed down. A serene expression was now on his face, prompting Jeanne to let go.

The Son of Sparda looked at the nephilim with a thankful gaze and said two words he never thought he'd say.

"Thank you."

Jeanne smiled. "Don't mention it. Now, lie down and get some rest. You've only been asleep for two weeks."

At that, Vergil looked at her in absolute shock. He had been knocked out for two weeks?! Had he really been weakened that much. Sighing, he decided to do as she suggested and lay back down… Even the feeling of a comfortable bed seemed so foreign to him. How long as it last been since he slept in one? This soft feeling… It felt nice, drawing him back to the realm of slumber.

"Rest up, Vergil. We'll talk proper once you're all healed up." he heard Jeanne say before he drifted off.

"Unhand me this instance!"

"No. And that's final. You're living under my home, so you also live under my rules. And you are in desperate need of sunshine!"

Jeanne was dragging Vergil to the park, the latter looking very uncomfortable. It's been about two months since the half-devil had been freed from Mundus's control and had recovered at a decent pace. Just like back in Fortuna, Jeanne played as the gracious host to the Son of Sparda, letting him stay at her house for as long as he'd like. Vergil had nowhere else to go, of course, so he stayed.

Unfortunately, he began to act like a shut in, refusing to go outside, preferring to remain indoors, even if he was bored. So, the nephilim took matters into her own hands and forced him to go outside with her. Of course, this was met with obvious resistance, but Jeanne had managed to drag him out.

"Let go of my hand."

"Not even if you say please."

Vergil sighed in surrender, letting the blonde do as she pleased. Soon enough, they arrived at Freedom Park, filled with lively people, just enjoying the day away. The Son of Sparda grimaced at the amount of human and Faunus, absolutely disliking the thought of being with a large crowd. Luckily for him, Jeanne had led him to somewhere a bit secluded and wasn't at all filled to the brim with people but still had a great view of the scenery.

Looking up a tree, he could see a nest of birds singing happily. A group of butterfly fluttering about. The children were playing, clearly having fun with their game. Vergil sighed. Years of isolating himself, not bothering to mingle with the common people, the things before him seemed so foreign...

The half-devil blinked, a blue ice pop being held in front of him. He looked up and saw that a child was offering it to him. She was holding two ice pops, offering her uneaten one to him.

"Here you go, mister! You look sad. Mommy tells me that whenever someone sad, you should give them something to cheer them up!"

Bewildered, he wordlessly accepted the offered icy treat. However, before he could say anything, the child skipped her merrily way. Jeanne chuckled at Vergil's reaction, who was still trying to process what just happened.

"I haven't had an ice pop in years. Not since I was a child..." he muttered to himself.

He popped it into his mouth, savoring the icy and sweet taste that invaded his taste buds. The memories of happier times came flooding in. A time...when he was different from who he is now. Looking to his right, Jeanne was staring at him with a smirk.

"So? Are you enjoying the great outdoors yet?"

He didn't dignify her with a response and just kept on licking his ice pop. The nephilim couldn't help but giggle at the sight of Vergil looking childish, furiously licking at the cold treat. In a fast pace, there was nothing left but the Popsicle stick. Without even looking, he flicked it at the nearest trash can.

"Why exactly did you bring me here? What was the purpose?"

Jeanne crossed her arms. The cheer that was on her face got replaced with a look of seriousness. "I think it's time that you embrace your humanity." Before Vergil could retort, she cut him off. "Face it, Vergil. Your lust for power - what has it brought you, what has it led you to? Nothing but pain. I remember, you told me that you wanted power so you'd never be alone, so you'd be loved…and yet you kept on trying to murder your own brother, acting cold and indifferent, closing yourself off from other. That doesn't get you those, you know."

"My humanity is nothing but a weakness! It-"

"Yet your father fought for them, and the Faunus. He was the Legendary Dark Knight. One of the most powerful demon lords, and yet he settled down with a human."

"My own mother abandoned me! She favored Dante, and left me to fend for myself!"

"Is that really what you think? Or is that just an assumption that you've molded as a fact? Did you not stop to think that if demons were after you, then the same could've been said for your mother and Dante? Or were you just to wrapped up in your own selfishness to even think about them?!"

Vergil remained silent, processing what Jeanne had told him. The half-demon looked down, realizing that there were some truths in what she said. His own pride and ego, has it been blinding him to the point he was acting nothing more but a petulant child who didn't get what he had wanted for his birthday?

"Perhaps you're right…" he softly admitted. "Perhaps I have been a fool. A fool that is in need of help."

Jeanne placed her hand over his, giving him a comforting smile. "And I'll do my best to help you, anyway I can. I'm here for you, Vergil. You should know that."

The Son of Sparda remained silent for quite a while, trying to think of what to say. Instead, he settled for a ghost of a smile and a nod.

Groaning softly, Vergil rose up from the bed, cradling his head. As he massaged his temples, he took notice the fact of two things - he had nothing on, apart from the bed sheet covering his privates, and he wasn't alone. Trailing his eyes to the left, he saw an equally as naked Jeanne, sleeping peacefully.

He didn't know what possessed him, but he just thought it right when his arm lifted itself up to gently caress the nephilim's golden locks, pushing them out of her face to get a better view of its beauty. As much as he wanted to deny it, he could not. A part of him was simply in love with Jeanne. It doesn't help that - she helped pick him up at his lowest, is the only woman that he truly interacted with, and that whenever a man talks to her, he gets the sudden urge to castrate them and tell them to bugger off.

But for some reason, he couldn't muster the courage to confess. Which now brings up his next question - what happened and how did the two of them end up in the same bed naked? A thought crossed his mind, but he immediately dismissed it.

He'd get his answers soon as Jeanne sat up, rubbing her eyes awake. She stretched out her arms, giving Vergil a great view of her her bountiful breasts. Turning his head around, he cleared his throat, making Jeanne aware that she wasn't alone. But, instead of screaming at him to get out, she wrapped her arms around his chest, pulling him as she sultrily whispered into his ear.

"Mmmm. Morning, babe. Had fun last night? Or do we need a repeat performance?"

Vergil gulped, not knowing how to react. They had sex last night?! But then, how did he not remember?! Much to both his relief and disappointment, Jeanne started laughing. With a snap of her fingers, the illusion dropped and revealed that they were, in fact, clothed. Although she did laugh, Jeanne looked at Vergil with an apologetic smile.

"Sorry for the prank, V. Couldn't resist getting in a good chuckle."

Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair. "I suppose it's fine…" trailed off Vergil, a glint in his eyes appearing. "As long as I can get retribution!"

Jeanne squeaked as Vergil pounced her and started furiously stroking her sides. The blonde squirmed, letting out a large laugh as Vergil continued to tickle her. She tried to stop him, but couldn't with how hard she was laughing.

"P-please, hahahhaha, stop! HAHAHAHAHA!"

"You wanted a chuckle, didn't you? Am I not providing enough?!"

This went on for a few more minutes until Vergil finally relented, letting Jeanne take a breather. The two of them stayed like that , merely reveling in the moment. Vergil grunted, his revenge still not done.

"By the way, I still haven't forgiven you."

"What will it take to earn your forgiveness, then?"

The Blue Demon grunted, shrugging as he offhandedly gave his response. "A kiss would be nice."

He blinked, recognizing the absurdity in his joke of a demand. Before he could take it back, the blonde took him by surprise and clasped his cheeks, planting her lips on his. Vergil's eyes widened in shock as the sweet taste of Jeanne lips invaded him. A second later, she pulled away and winked at him.

"Was that satisfactory?"

She wasn't able to react as Vergil pinned her down once again, having transformed into his Devil Trigger. He growled right in her face, letting instinct drive him.

"Damn you, woman. Do you know what you do to me?"

Turning into her Angel form, Jeanne smirked and gave him a challenging look.

"I don't know. Why don't you show me, Son of Sparda?"

That day, the two of them had the face the numerous complaints of their neighbors about proper soundproofing.

Title's a work in progress, sorry about that, but here it is. Most of the reviews have spoken and I've made the side story. Is it up to standard? And no, this won't be the last we'll see of VerJeanne...that sounds like virgin and I should slap myself for writing that, I'm sorry.

Next chapter will feature Kyrie and Pyrrha. As always, read and review.