Warning: Definitely M rated and a mention of drugs (never do drugs, they throw you into the realm of deadly pathetic and pathetically dead!)

Love is evil

Con is confidence

Eros is sore

Sin is sincere

From Deep Six (Pale Emperor by MM) – though not sure if I got the correctness right, so corrections are welcome, although I like it like this lol.

And a little bit more…from Cruel World

Epilogue – Over Six Inches Deep

She was running, fast.

Her breaths have grown heavy but held a regular rhythm, heart beating steadily despite her increasing anxiety. The narrow cobbled alleyways all looked the same and she was already losing her sense of direction. The shadows of crooked, twisting trees and odd shaped objects around her were mangled into fantastic forms by the faint cascade of moonlight combined with the artificial light from the sparse street lanterns. They were confusing, shifting as she passed them by, distracting her heightened senses.

Her solid high heels were making too much noise on the stone paved paths, echoing loudly and way too far into the chill of the very late night. No cars would pass through there, no pedestrians that valued their life would venture into this feared, notorious part of the small town at this late hour. It was considered off limits, cursed, and invidiously dangerous as too many unexplained deaths had occurred here once the daylight had been swallowed by the insidious night.

Relentless whizzing and flapping sounds followed her, tracing every step, shadows extending on the walls whenever she quickly glanced back. It was beginning to dawn on her that it was a mistake coming here, alone, into an unknown town full of dark secrets that went bump in the night, relying purely on poor instructions she had received beforehand from Dante. Important mission details to discuss he had said. It couldn't wait. Needed secrecy and high heels. Very high heels. Well, with this many demons in the vicinity, it was no wonder something had to be done, but couldn't he have chosen somewhere outside of the hornet's nest itself, and while casually dressed?

The meeting place was here somewhere but she was now getting horribly lost. It would take one wrong turn and her pursuers could catch her at a dead end. The shadows were following her for some time now and she knew that they were demons, a far more dangerous and unpredictable kind than usual, herding her with unorthodox patience and a devious intent, something she'd never encountered before. Or perhaps – was this the inevitable and scary legacy of her late brother, may he rest in peace?

It would have been wiser to turn back and stand her ground in a more open space or to climb onto the roofs, to gain a better vantage point and an overview of the area. But there seemed to be a considerable number of those things and all around her. Swarming like calculating killer bees, slowly encircling her, taunting with their haunting in the shadows, even as if making her move where they wanted. The most unnerving thing though was that they were not attacking, as if they were waiting, wanting something else than the taste of her human flesh.

Why would have Dante chosen such a place for a meeting if it was infested by demons? More suitable for the devil himself than a human woman, armed or not no doubt mattering to a very little degree. They should have met outside somewhere and not right in the middle of the monster's den itself.

But that goddamn place has to be here somewhere! It should be right here, somewhere really close. Her frustration was close to palpable, causing her to lose focus, to make mistakes. Pulse racing, Rain took a sharp left turn into a very narrow, dark passageway, barely wide enough for two people to squeeze through. There was a light at the end of it. Thinking it might have been the rendezvous point she sped up, hopeful smile spreading across her blood suffused, chill lashed face.

Just a few more steps and…she found herself in a courtyard enclosed on all sides by tall brick buildings. Trapped. With no way out, just as she had feared. One side was illuminated by the mocking moonlight that reflected against a small mirror like surface left there propped up against the wall. That was the light she had seen, it wasn't the meeting place. It was a very, very dead end.

A quick scan of the area confirmed that the only way out was back through that same narrow alleyway, full of writhing shadows and creeping demons. There were some rusty fire escape ladders but they were too high up to reach. Cursing inwardly and resigned, she turned on her heels and made a few quick steps towards the exit. Her sweating hand clasped instinctively around the hilt of her katana, the one she had left, as if to convince herself of her own defence. Her heart was now beating quite loudly. She could feel them everywhere, the air thickening with the tension of an inevitable and possibly quite a short fight.

Her head snapped upwards, senses alerted by a shadowy movement. Several large dark shapes silently crossed the moon streaked by clouds above her, like black voids against the starless sky, mocking her poor choice of making a stand. They started to multiply and circle above her, finally finding their prey cornered well. She watched them pass several times over the buildings and then, in a blink of an eye they dispersed like rats spotting a wild cat lurking in the shadows.

The air stood still. Nothing dared to move, even the shrouds of clouds traversing across the bright moon seemed to have paused as if anticipating something far worse. The wind calmed down, playing dead as if afraid. It suddenly occurred to her that she could no longer see or hear the demons. None of them. Did they just leave? Could they have lost interest? Their determination had been almost palpable before so why would they change their mind all of a sudden? Could something have scared them off?

Rain felt the tension in her veins and a chilling shiver creep up her spine. Her eyes squinted into the dark. It was barely visible but there was a humanoid shape now in the middle of the narrow alley, its blackness standing out quite vividly in the surrounding inkiness of the night. Her body shook involuntarily. She gulped and licked her lips, her hand nervously gliding over the guarding silk of her half-drawn katana. It looked like a solitary demon, one that must have summoned its minion shadows away, most likely as they had achieved what this one aimed for; her ultimate entrapment. And now it was time for the banquet.

Though there was something about the figure in the foreboding alley dripping with darkness, something beautiful and terrifying at the same time, emanating from its mysteriously enigmatic silhouette that silently stood there in the obscuring dimness. It crackled, moving about in swirls like the elegant and deadly tendrils of smoke, enwoven by a breath-taking, resurrecting light, an enormous energy of life, an aura she could see with her bare eyes for its striking intensity. A great power. It wasn't a human, thank god, as humans were more dangerous than monsters.

Her body went rigid, bypassing fear, going for straight out anticipation. Her heart still pounded wildly in her chest, but now sped up to twice the cadence, a small trickle of animal like perspiration rolling down the side of her face and across her chiselled bone. She was ready to engage, no matter how painful or futile it would be.

"Why did you come here, demon? What do you want from me?" Her words came out rough but shakier than she would have liked and she cursed her poor self control as she stood there, in the dead silence of the square courtyard, the pale fire of her hair blowing fiercely about her in the enlivening cold breeze that seemed to blow much stronger now from the place where the figure had anchored.

There was no answer and for a long excruciating moment Rain thought it was not who she wanted it to be, her heart flouncing in her ribcage like an entrapped wild bird. Her thumb instinctively slinked out another inch of steel from her katana that glinted with unusual iridescence in the broken moonlight.

If he never came back, she would forever remain entombed in a time past. Forever waiting for that promised sliver of life, forever remembering what had been, never able to think of what could be. He had left that day in the queen's destroyed castle, like a fearless knight who had charged against the mighty dragon only to be outcast by an ungrateful princess, too proud and stupid to say what she had really felt.

And now, she'd exist, forever stumbling numbly on the edge of time gone by that was not letting go, echoing dully in her head, unwilling to let her live with the guilt, only survive. She had chased him away, her only chance to be dragged out of the deep hole her past had dug out.

The demon stepped forward, letting a small patch of moonlight catch his face.

Rain stayed still in silence, dying on the surface but awakening inside, afraid of any sound, any movement or a breath out of place that would break the seeming spell binding them together at that very moment and make him disappear again.

She released the held breath in her lungs, unable to keep it in any longer, sensing the tension that enveloped him almost instantly. Then the wind blew her hair in her face, obscuring her eyes from him. Afraid that he'd disappear as quickly as he had ghosted in, she reached up to her face fast and moved the wayward strands away.

But he was gone, in the second she had been blinded he had vanished like a fleeting spectre.

Exasperatedly, Rain kept sweeping her hair out of her face that the wind persistently pushed in, desperately glancing around, shivering in the coldest chill that run through her at the thought that she'd never see him again.

"Don't go. I need you." Her whisper was hushed so low that no one could hear it, released almost inaudibly and helplessly into the enswathing darkness, at the deceitful crescent of moon that now shone onto an empty spot of grey, plastered on the woefully dull and dirty paving.

Rain peered voicelessly down at that abandoned, barren space that was now the reflection of her soul.

"I never said what I wanted to say," she proclaimed into the cold breeze, about to believe that it had all been a fabrication of her mind, a mere delusion of a deranged female wishing to turn something that wasn't there into something tangibly obtainable. She readied to leave. Dante still needed to be found, she was already late.

"Say what?"

Rain froze at the voice that resounded through her soul. It was a deep, resonating baritone right behind her. She could have never gotten used to his sneaking around habit, the constant vanishings, but she'd always have a big smile on her lips and a spine-full of pleasant shivers at his unexpected reappearances. Always. His voice excited her soul back to existence.

"I missed you," Rain proclaimed without hesitation, not even bothering to turn, afraid not to let him know that before he was gone again. But he seemed inclined to hanging around a little longer at least, and she felt him so close behind her now that his warm breath brushed the fine hair that at once rose on the back of her neck.

"The nightmares. They came back when I was away." He said with a sultry, unhurried softness that sent unbearable, cruel vibrations through her entire being.

Her teeth sunk into her lower lip absently. Was this his way of saying he missed her as well?

I had a different kind of nightmares, the ones in which you never came back. But she would not voice those feelings, sensing that anything too strong would scare him off. Rain had soon gathered that Vergil had not been privy to any longer-lasting relationship, if anything he had could be called that at all, not even with his brother. She had to go slow, give him space and a choice of free will, no matter how excruciating it would be for her to wait.

She made a noise of some sorts in the back of her throat, sounding like a mumbled 'mmhm', mortified at her ever so eloquent and proper response.

"What…?" Vergil asked from behind her quietly, his lips dipping gently into the soft skin on her shuddering nape, leaving wet trails of kisses from there and across to her shoulder.

"I never meant what I said back in Hell," Rain started, barely able to deal with his skin-shivering touch, not at all knowing how to handle any prospective unison, not to mention with someone like Vergil who was exhibiting behaviours akin to a warrior from a long forgotten era, a more devil than a human who had not exactly lived a life even vaguely resembling a normal one. But then…had she?

"I know. What I am uncertain of is…how to do this."

She felt him place his forehead into her hair from behind as if he couldn't face her. Rain slowly turned, keeping contact all the while, coming to a rest against his face, wanting to say that he was in fact doing more than fine, and so shamelessly turning her on. Completely seduced by a devil, that's what she was.

"You mean…us?" Rain breathed out, so close to his face darkened in the night, deprived of its deific splendour by the moon's refuge behind the intruding clouds.

He said nothing in turn. Instead his hands, encased in brown leather, slowly reached out, going for her wrists. Oddly gentlemanly and dangerous, Rain thought, noticing that he had Yamato secured to his waist by a ribbon like a true samurai, tied by tradition like her family used to be.

"What does the demonic bible say?" She asked, wondering, desperately trying to figure out some way forward. There was no manual to life in human libraries so maybe there were some answers hiding in this demonic book she had heard about from Dante?

He seemed taken aback for a splintered moment but then must have realized that it had been his blabbermouth brother who had told her about that particular hobby of his. Maybe Vergil needed to share a little more from now on so as not to be so surprised next time.

"The book speaks of a custom to seek the next felicitous mate, after killing the present one; somewhere between the first mating has been consummated and before another commences," Vergil…shared.

"Wow. That's so romantic." Rain tensed a little, sensing that he had her conveniently clasped firmly in his Rain-proof, inescapable hold.

"And you share this view?" She asked somewhat uncertainly, just about managing to keep her voice from catching in her throat, vividly feeling his half-demonic fingers starting to trace over the soft skin of her wrists, one particularly longer and sharper nail trailing over the bump of her minutely protruding vein.

"I always thought of it as rather tiring," he said as he shifted his head away from her in a tilt, having a sort of a similar smugness ghost over his resplendent face now that the moonlight touched it again, something that Dante would normally have, only much, much creepier.

"Tiring? How about completely and utterly wrong?" Rain let out a gentle, nervous laugh, thinking whether it was about time to start running as Vergil began to ever so slowly push her backwards, forcing her towards the nearby brick wall with his impossibly tall, imposing, looming body, a half of his face now swathed in shadows thicker than a pitch black tar.

"Wrong…wrong…wrong," Vergil mused as if trying to determine or recall something. "What does it mean wrong? I am unfamiliar with this term." He shook his head as if it hurt at the sound of the word.

"Vergil, please!" Rain pleaded as she trembled in desperation and in escalating want, but in futile vain, as he was on a mission it seemed, the kind that spelled danger because it was deliberate and unavertable, instilling an inescapable tension in her very organs. A sexual tension. When he was going to whack her!

"It's become far clearer to me that searching for another mate every time I find myself at the behest of basic male desires can be very tiresome indeed. Perhaps I need to start guiding myself from now on and forget about the book of demons," he noted cryptically, his blue, arresting gaze skewering her through as her back bumped against the wall.

Rain found herself nodding vehemently. Bad, bad book. She really had enough of it already, its short-lived existence in her life had caused her enough complications and embarrassments, and with Vergil now seemingly coming back to her, no matter how much she had wanted him, it appeared that she'd have plenty of trouble with him alone as it was. Yes, bad, bad Vergil.

"To exemplify my decision, I have concluded that in order to make this formally known, there is something I must do," he informed her, his hold on her adjusting so that she had no chance of an escape.

Rain stilled, her heartbeat exploding into his ribcage as he was pressed against her so close and hard, in a solid, intimately invasive fashion, his steely, muscle-bound leg securing her firmly to the wall.

It seemed that he had made his decision. He was either going to kill her or he was giving them a try. The fact that he had the need to restrain her though made her side with the former. If he needed to tap her a second time to get past this one-night only demon rule, then he had only to ask. As if she'd want to flee when he was going to kiss her! So he was still mulling over that demonic manual of all things inhuman after all?

Either way, his forcefulness left her on edge which was translating into a nervous clenching of her entire body against him.

"Do…what?" Rain deemed it a good self-preservation practice to ask just in case she needed to resort to the dirty and lodge her knee in his loin.

"This…" He leaned in closer, his lips nearly touching hers, his breath capturing the soft exhale that lifted from her mouth on the warmth of her pounding, tension-laced relief. He was going for a kiss! The legendarily solitary, deeply reserved and practically immutable half-demon was going to ask her to be his girlfriend! He was breaking the rules!

But then he hesitated.

It was as if he was afraid of something but could not find a way to reconcile with its meaning. Afraid? Was it the experience of his near death that had him so hesitant? But the fear of dying didn't even compute in his head, the connection to fear there non-existent, Rain concluded pretty well, as her one finger secretly touched to Yamato ever so lightly told her, feeling what he felt. Then, was it a fear of losing her?

Vergil pulled back from her abruptly, a regretful flash of defeat registering in his eyes.

"You still don't trust me," he said with a bare thread of dejection, letting her go, completely. He turned, with a brief scowling glance at the sky that seemed to have darkened even more, the moon's power lost to the churning gloom that swallowed the otherwise deserted dead end of this godforsaken alley.

Setting aside her relief of his decision, Rain could not believe what he had just revealed. So that's what the valorous, undaunted slayer was afraid of, that's what was keeping him away from her; that she didn't trust him? How utterly ridiculous!

"No! I am not letting you walk away this time," Rain called after him assertively, her full chest heaving with a passion of a woman frustrated by a man's prideful stupidity. "I trust you! I always trusted you. The problem is you didn't trust me! You always walk away on your own and leave me wonder in trepidation whether you will return again," Rain paused, her body shaking, seeing as he stopped and turned his silver-threaded head half-way to her, listening over his shoulder. "And I don't trust myself to want to live if you don't! So, if you are giving this a shot, and you'd be a fool not to, then you have to start trusting me and take me along with you even if it is to a likely death!"

The shadows seemed to writhe and shift, dark wings reappearing above them as if sensing the disharmony in the air, drawn to the mangle of emotions that did not yield to the frosty façade of a cold-blooded devil they had scattered from in the first place.

"And what would I do with myself if you did die!?" He turned fully and against the pallor of the moonlight and towards her startled form.

The sudden outburst of emotion that came hurling out of him knocked the air right out of Rain's lungs. She was left stunned for a fleeting while, taking in the exquisite palette of his eyes flashing with anger that battled with fear, both being conquered by unbridled desire.

"Well, then now you know how I feel!" Rain yelled back at him, with all her hurt and personified panic at the prospect that she'd not be able to get through to him, that the dauntless, ruthless knight had finally found a fear he could not freeze with his unfeeling ice. "And doesn't it just suck?" She added, her green eyes flickering furiously, her small fisting hands pushing her nails hard into her palms to direct the sudden pain there.

Vergil's entire silken-smooth face stiffened beyond the stone that he seemed so fond of wearing, jaw shifted awkwardly, as if his feelings were doing their best to run away from him and he was trying very hard to herd them back into their rightful cage. But it was too late.

"It well and truly blows!"

Vergil let out heatedly, looking as though he was close to triggering, all dark and demonic, the deep red in his eyes catching against the white of the moon in startling contrast, like fresh blood against the milk of a virgin skin.

In a flash he was on top of her, his strong, powerful sword-hand hovering an inch away from her throat, lips quivering at breath's width from hers, feeling them tremble in turn.

"So what are you going to do about it?" Rain barely managed to keep herself from dying before falling flat on her face. Vergil, the rigid and gravely imperious oldest son of Sparda, the legendary, impossibly gorgeous dark knight of tales and fables beyond imaginable, in his eccentric, unorthodox way had just admitted that he loved her. And from the look in his eyes, he was going to have his way with her in this dark alley where no humans dared to venture even in the brightness of daylight, scared too much of the evil that prowled here, the same evil that had just fled from her second-time-to-be lover.

"I am going to obliterate absolutely everything that pretends to forget you belong to me."

Then, without further ado, Vergil crushed her against the wall, angled her head to him roughly with a hand clasped onto her neck, pushed his hard, steely thigh between her legs and gave her a taste of his manly lips full on her mouth, and Rain did not even need to pretend to forget what he said in a completely obsessive possessive way.

Instead she gasped, completely swept as if she had stood on a carpet that was suddenly yanked up from under her feet, and she was falling, utterly weightless, feeling nothing but the luscious heaven of his mouth. It felt as though it had been her first time all over again, like he had the power of time reversal, plunging them both into a spiralling sensation of a first lover's kiss.

His pliable, soft but hungry and forceful mouth and tongue played havoc on her tingling nerves, conducting an unspeakable cruelty on her raving senses, forcing her legs to disintegrate under the workings of the devil himself, and Rain wondered for one flashing second that she had thought her brother had been the wonder maker, but she had not seen Lady melt so absolutely and undeniably as she had been doing just now under Vergil.

He detached himself from her slow and haughty-like after a thorough plunder, marauder style, but scented with dark chocolate so delicious and richly thick that Rain became instantly addicted, never wanting to taste anything else but him.

"Next time, wherever I go, you are coming with me," Vergil insisted in a sultrily commanding voice that glided on a hot current of his breath so close to her skin, it lifted up the delicate hair near her ear that glowed healthy pink from his skilful kissing. Or more like total mouth possession.

"Uh-huh," was all that Rain mustered, not even registering that he now proceeded to unashamedly unfasten her corset style, darkly purple-hued top, thus undressing her in front of him yet again, and this time out in the open, not at all perceiving the threatening darkness that crushed the last breaths of the moon like a total eclipse above them. All she could think of at that very moment was that she was coming with him all right, perhaps a little too early if he was going to keep up what he was doing and the way he was doing it.

His deft hand meantime kept on delivering on his exemplification of demon rule-breaking as it slid down her heavily pulsing throat, drowning with meticulous interest in the mountainous region of her heaving breasts which responded heavily and spontaneously, ravenously and addictively, arching into him with their pert hardness spawned from the deep-thrust shivers that raked wildly through her entire body.

He had her fully to his carnal disposal again, the devious devil, totally incapacitated and bending to his will like a spoon at the mercy of his telekinetic power to be shaped to whatever he desired, but she didn't care. She wanted him to feel in control and therefore trusted, and beside that whatever he was doing was inducing pleasure never even imaginable in her mind, even as her head lifted and her eyes looked upon the night's sky, watching as the demons circled again, no longer repulsed by Vergil's immense demonic power that had been flung aside and completely discarded to have his way with his mortal woman.

But Rain could not move even if she wanted to, as Vergil also pinned her crossed wrists with his left hand, pressing them gently but firmly against the cold brick wall above her head, thus giving himself full access to her down below, paying full attention to her soft and silky skin, now with both his mouth and those masterful, half-gauntleted fingers.

Rain found herself moaning and whimpering, free and wild, at a total loss of her senses, flouncing deaf-blind somewhere in the land of whizzing sensations that were bumping into her like wisps of divine beings, pleasuring her every time they passed through her heaven-imprisoned form.

She just about gained enough lucidity from the swirling haze of sensuality he so outrageously imposed on her, opening her eyes when he reached down below, dragging his tantalizing fingers excruciatingly slow over her naked thigh. Rain felt herself heat up like a church candle in the cradle of her thighs, the hot spring growing and spilling out ever so progressively onto the velvety fabric of the sexiest and sultriest underwear she had happened to put on, all compliments of Dante's strict instructions, covered up only by a very short, blue leather skirt that he had just noticed.

"A skirt?" Vergil smirked as he lifted his silver-threaded eyebrow deviously, at the same time lifting the said skirt glidingly with one long, slender finger, with the kind of a dragged, melting tease etched in his movement as well as his voice that would lead to instantly dropped panties.

And in the heat of the moment, in his heat, Rain almost revealed she'd dressed like that for Dante, since he had asked her to look the sexy part for an exclusive patronage nightclub that she was now very late for, not even remembering now why she was meant to go there, but just in time realizing that Dante would be very short lived if she admitted all that.

"Yes, I wear it sometimes. Do you like it?" Rain said instead in a singly exhaled moan of a breath.

"It's blue. I believe I will leave it on," Vergil decided like a whim of the moment thing with a devil's smirk that would send any female's head spinning and watched as Rain's eyes shot instantly wide when he thrust his long and strongly built finger deep inside of her, fast, just as he let her wrists go on the wall, his left hand now dipping low to grab for the hilt of Yamato.

The glimmering sword lifted in between them in a silent, graceful arch, with surgically executed precision, causing neither of them the slightest harm whilst shaving the skin off of a demon that had attempted to attack him diagonally from behind.

The defaced demon screeched horridly on the ground and Vergil flipped Yamato in the air, masterfully changing his grip on the hilt and thrust it deep into the belly of the wildly flapping creature just as he pushed another finger into Rain, causing her to quake all over and sink her teeth into her own arm that she still kept raised up against the wall even without his hold so as not to yelp.

"Can you not see I am far from finished?!" He roared angrily into the brewing dark cloud of flying beasts that were now all around them, shrieking loudly in provoked anger and unleashed blood thirst at the sight of their fallen brother, but all simultaneously jetting off higher to the air at Vergil's spelled out wrathful fury.

"Now, where was I…," Vergil's voice switched instantly back to that of a deep velvet as he sheathed Yamato with a feline grace and returned his attentions fully to Rain.

The sudden thrill of a battle mingling with the heavy scent of rage and desire emanating from the powerful, shatteringly handsome half-devil so strongly, did not want her to be a passenger anymore. Driven to senseless madness and dangerous boldness, she wanted to use her own hands, wanted to see both of his swords of flesh and steel at work in violent unison of lust and blood, and strip him down to bare essentials to make him hers as well, not to just yield herself to him.

"Right here," Rain hissed out through her quivering teeth and the floating haze of blissful intoxication as her hands snaked into the divine thickness of his silver-white hair, hung loose from the quick spurt of a fight. She yanked his face and the hell-and-heaven-born mouth forcefully down into her chest.

Vergil gave an appreciative, growling, guttural grunt, apparently delighted and spurred on by her newly found fervour, and increased the pressure and speed his fingers applied to her deepest core, catching her hardened peaks in his mouth as she bucked in pleasure against him, her sudden spasm flooding his fingers with a hot, passionate stream.

"Dirty girl," Vergil murmured into her sweat slicken, silken breast in a partly amused, partly very aroused smirk that lifted his lips just enough to let his sharp teeth graze her over her hardened nipple in a repeatedly slow drag, and Rain lost any last shards of her already withered self-control completely.

Her hands reached out and with a deliberate, brazen intention unzipped his leathery ribbed vest with a yank, her palms plunging in and onto his ice-carved skin for the kill. She palmed his hard, toned chest that felt taut to a consistency of polished marble, her hands skimming over every vein that was mercilessly pushed out to the surface of his smooth as velvet skin by lean muscles.

She thought she'd die of an overdose of pleasure at the feel of him like this, finally able to some degree take control instead of being kept under his spell like a broken doll or a puppet with only one string. Her hands thrust hard toward his shoulders, pushing his silk-threaded trench and the thick fabric of the black armoured vest over them, revelling in the hard hotness of the inhumanly strong power underneath.

Then a sudden realization occurred to her amidst the reawaken wanton aggression his impossibly pronounced maleness brought from her tingling fingers right to her throbbing, passion deranged mind. She had not yet properly touched him down there, only shyly and fleetingly, not fully and appreciatively like she should, now that he had decided not to kill her and instead break the rules of his demonically dictated engagements. She had that right. And she urgently needed to assess a hard fistful of his most private privates...well, if she was to follow him to hell's end and all.

Like a possessed, completely deprived deviate, crazed by the sultry frenzy of the night, she whipped her hand downward and clasped it firmly against his dauntlessly throbbing, heavily defined, hard as a rock crown jewel through his thin as paper trousers.

To her proud satisfaction and sweet redress, Vergil produced an excruciating, extremely frustrated grunt. He obviously had in mind torturing her a while longer, but Rain had made a kink in his plans. On top of it, the demoniac horde was beginning to pester his volatilely wavering senses again, disturbing the auras of sexual arousal that were lashing at them both in constantly pulsing, gigantic, mountain-eroding waves. It was well time for a level two assault on both fronts, he surmised.

Vergil pulled out of her his hot ambrosia slicked fingers and tore off her fragile, heavily soaked panties in one sweep of his strong, powerful hand. The already half-stripped upper clothes were shaken from his broad shoulders without any further ceremony or fuss, and then in one easy manoeuvre he yanked her up onto his steel-solid arm with her back against the wall, feeling her legs curl as if on natural impulse around his half-bare waist, her booted feet locking by high heels in the delicious dip of his lower back.

Vergil leaned in and plunged a kiss on her hard, Yamato whisking out for a second dance as the pesky demons came to join in the play. He executed them behind his naked back in a lightning fast waltz of glittering steel and disintegrating bone.

When their dying squeals mingled with Rain's increasing moans, the blade folded slowly behind him, unsheathed in his gloved hand in wait, its master's lips all the while never breaking the rapturous effect they had on Rain's mouth.

But Rain was losing her mind. If there was in fact any mind left to lose, as Vergil had this unbearable habit of pleasurable teasing on his unsuspecting prey, indulging in a blissful foreplay before going in for the final kill, but the problem was that it worked. It worked damn too well and Rain was more than ready to disintegrate herself, already having had come once all over his fingers, and now ripening fast to do it again. She really needed that other sword!

Able to wait no longer, she miraculously undid the rather intricate fastening of his custom-made, snakeskin trousers and uninhibitedly pulled him out with a heavy, teasing squeeze. She tensed in that very instant with an involuntary shudder, both at the enormity that filled her hand and the immediacy of his unprecedented reaction.

His mouth detached from hers blindingly fast; pale, beautiful lips twisted in lust and passion-filled fervour as he threw his head back with a wild, animalistic roar. At the same time, the hand that thus far held her slid out from under her, leaving Rain to support herself against the wall, and caught one nearby creature by its narrow, hideously misshapen neck, the other hand ramming hilt first and deep into the solar plexus of another demon just as Vergil relocated his own blood-filled hilt full into Rain.

Rain stayed frozen, only a lonely tear pooling at the corner of her eye and dropping down to her naked collarbone, at the mind-numbing sensation of pleasure and a sense of carnage that she felt at that particular moment.

Crazed like a blood-thirsty demoness, incited by Vergil's brutally lethal and ardent aura, she writhed her shoulders and back against the wall in uncharacteristic immorality as he pounded into her mercilessly whilst smiting a demon after demon with each thrust, his tempo growing harder and faster as the hellish ranks above them began to dwindle heavy and quick.

In complete trust for him to handle sex and battle at the same time, Rain let the ultimate ecstasy take over and lost all human common sense as if on addictive drugs. She flung her head down and clenched her teeth over his wide, muscular shoulder and bit deep to draw his blood with a heady growl.

Beyond aroused was the result, and Vergil retaliated by some twisted form of a sexual battle dance. He scooped her off the wall and whipped her round with one arm holding her bruised and bleeding back, while his armed hand, thus having more of a capacious access to the demonized darkness, incensed to murderous rage by the scent of their blood, started to redefine the meaning of a sanguine tango, if there ever was any such meaning.

They danced along the wall drowning and awhirl, with Vergil holding his unnaturally strong arm around her, with Rain still latched hungrily onto his shoulder, when Vergil whipped her round again and pushed deeply into her, throwing her back against the wall that trembled under the impact, his eyes closing with a shudder of a violent bliss.

Rain couldn't help but release a loud yelp of pain mixing with sheer exhilaration as he had heaved her up against the wall, and to her utter amazement it seemed as if he was holding her up purely by his throbbing maleness that was completely filling her inside when he pushed in so deeply and forcibly, almost skewering her to the wall.

Nothing was going to make him stop, not a pathetic horde of demons or even Hell itself, not until he had his woman fully satisfied, not until he ran her through on his unquenched lust, till she screamed his name into the pitch blackness of the demon infested night. Sensing two more monstrosities coming fast from high above, Vergil pinned himself against her hard and rolled them both out of the way, letting the diving black shadow impale itself on his razor sharp blade.

The sheer momentum of the rapid descent caused the creature to get completely sliced in half, its horrid cry dying out before it left its dissolving maw. Vergil caught the second one by its neck with his left and smashed its head into the wall while smashing himself into her, causing her to scream out. He pulled the headless demon out, the broken bricks cracking and falling to the ground together with the remains of the dead foe's fleshless, skeletal form.

Rain wound her arms across his clenching triceps and pulled him back to her face, hungrily claiming his lips. She was so close to a third release now, the pressure steadily building up inside of her, intensifying with every move and kill he made. She let the tips of her fingers feel the steel-strong muscles on his back, rippling steadily under her trembling hands as he passed Yamato from his right hand to the left behind him, making his back work beautifully beneath her appreciative touch.

Sensing her spasms clamping tightly around him, Vergil started to crash into her more and more and maddeningly fast, his mouth devouring her swollen lips. His right hand slid down to smooth sexily over the divine curve of her bare ass, his thumb torturing her painfully sensitive, erotically aching swell. The demons were retreating again, at least for now, so he sheathed his steel blade with a fluid spin without interrupting his other engagements, the sharp tip slicing the air at hair's width from Rain's shapely, naked thigh.

Now with both hands to give her full attention, the half-devil slid his left over her lower back to push her into him tight and allow him to aim with equal surgical precision as his steel at her most sensitive and destructive of places. The courtyard soon echoed with the loudest of screams and in her cataclysmic ecstasy Rain thought that the demons were shrieking in agony, realizing only once she came hard and again that it had been his name rolling off her wide open lips over and over in the dead of the night.

Vergil might have fulfilled his primary objective but he'd be damned if he stopped now. The half-devil impaled her with his rapid hardness, riding out his own violent need on her exquisite body, relishing for himself her endless, tireless stamina and her indefatigable wetness that was driving him crazy; like a divine flow of a hot and decadent, deliciously melted caramel washing over his lapping, lavishly devouring tongue.

With a feral growl Vergil finally drove out his unstoppable, over six inch deep orgasm, slamming into her so hard before pulling out that debris of peeling red brick came off the wall and started to fall dawn all around them like a shower of dry, red snow in an autumn night. His sweat covered body shook with monstrous, violent quakes, erupting into a mass of blue light that encircled them both as he collapsed his forehead onto her shoulder, his chest spasmic and heaving hard as he breathed his release into her hotly flushed skin.

Rain leaned up against the wall, shaking and ignoring the pain as her hands sank into the ivory mane lavishly splayed out underneath her tremulous lips, now darkened to a deep silver by the sex-induced perspiration that glittered like speckles of cosmic ice in the returning moonlight.

"See? I completely trusted you," Rain disclosed feebly and suddenly after a prolonged respite of a moment, thoroughly devoid of energy and flushed from head to toe. She patted him on his hair and almost laughed as he lifted his head in a haze of cute, groggy stupefaction, looking completely and erotically spent.

"Mm-hmm," was all that came out of him, eliciting a fond smile on Rain's lips, still swollen and glistening and scented with bitter dark chocolate, the remnants of his passionate annihilation.

"Yup, I think that you can come with me, wherever I go." She lowered her lips to plant them on his gorgeous, bedazzled face, just on the corner of his ever so slightly scowling lips.

"I thought that you were supposed to come with me, not the other way around."

He recovered fast, aptly catching her out. He straightened up and lowered her down, catching her again as her legs that slid from his snake-leathered hips touched the ground a little too tremblingly and she nearly hit her head on the wall.

"Oh, there is a difference?" Rain inquired innocently. "Well, as long as you don't take so long to actually come next time." She winked at him and stabilized herself by placing her hand on his bare shoulder, feeling the effect of an electric spark travel into her fingers.

Having eight years to catch up on, she wanted him again by simply touching his skin and it must have registered in her dilating, need filling eyes as Vergil stilled after zipping himself up, with his gaze on her from under the hair fallen into his face, as if contemplating how to respond.

"I do earnestly hope I have not been turning you into a demon or such," he uttered with a lingering uncertainty, gesturing with one finger that she still had a little something on her mouth, like his blood.

"No, only turning me on. Really, seriously on." Rain licked the aforementioned something from her lips, giving him a very seductive, bordering on scary, look.

"I am not my brother," he said hastily, then gave her only a quick peck on her cleaned lips, brushing aside her shivering animalistic desire, no matter how much he wanted to indulge it. But if he did, she might be jumping after him to far worse places than Hell next time, and he could not have that.

"You are already late, we should go," he said as he bent down to pick up his discarded vest and trench coat, to Rain's pouting dismay. Her eyes though suddenly narrowed at the divinity of his bent posterior as she processed what he had said.

"How do you know that I am late? You appeared, out of nowhere. After seven long days!" She protested, incredulously, feeling slightly miffed that he always seemed to know both what she did and didn't, and that he had vanished yet again right out of Hell, then seemingly just popped in to do the dirty.

Vergil raked his beige gloved-hand through his mussed hair, smoothing out of it Rain's ravenous passions.

"The demons," he said after a pause for a thought. "They were following you and I cannot ascertain why. So I followed them in turn…and in another turn, made you late," he said matter-of-factly, raising an eyebrow looking like he didn't understand why she needed to ask, ignoring the being gone for seven days part.

"Oh." Rain looked at him confused and amused at the same time while fastening on her corset, noting with some punishing satisfaction as his seemingly chilled gaze slid subtly downward to her tightening cleavage. "You sure did. But what do you mean you don't know why? Aren't they simply the remnants from the Queen of Hell? She must have sent them before she died or something."

"No. It's not her. These creatures…they are not of Hell."

Rain had started to look for her conquered panties but nearly stumbled on an uneven cobblestone as she placed her heel the wrong way at his strange words, looking back up at him uncertainly over her strapless shoulder.

"Then…where are they from?" She asked hesitantly, the note of renewed unease deepening in her voice, her bright as summer eyes dulling with a tiny shadow of dread at more unwanted complications.

Vergil gave off an inward sigh of irritation at himself, his hand going on an involuntary repeated trip through his hair. He could sense her disappointment and the barely readable tinge of desolation in her at the prospect of everything starting all over again when they had barely made it out from the last ordeal. But there was not a thing he could do proactively and it was driving him into a frozen, raving frenzy. He should have shut the hell up! But then, didn't she need to know? God, how in the hell did one handle a relationship and remained sufficiently sane?

"No matter. I'll kill them all whichever realm they happen to be part of," Vergil grumbled darkly, having to channel all his reserves of apathy into cooling down his blood, into sculpting his face back to the indifferent and unfeeling son of Sparda that he was so used to being, a state of mind that did not cause him any pain.

Rain instantly noticed. He was hiding something from her, she could tell. She still had a lot of work to do, to get the trust going both ways. She could handle whatever came, but only if he was sticking around, both physically and mentally, and for that, she needed to relax a lot more, for him, even with a possible unknown threat knocking around the corner, or from the look on his face he might start killing everything else. This situation needed a distraction.

"Aw, look at what you've done! Keep this up and you will quickly deplete my whole collection." She put on her best feigned hurt smile as she lifted her torn up panties in front of his blank, indifferent face, watching with rejoicing heart as the ice instantly fell off, his facial muscles rearranging from that stony starkness into a devious smirk.

"Rest assured, you will not require them in the foreseeable future," he told her, a flicker of evilness flashing in his arrestingly blue eyes. "Saves me all the terrible inconvenience," he said with the kind of a cockiness that matched up to his frisky little brother. And there she thought he had said he wasn't his brother!

"Aw, so terribly inconvenient. And here I thought that you enjoyed ripping and slicing them," Rain snorted softly and tossed the ruined panties somewhere behind her, to Vergil's apparent amusement as he simply shrugged in reply.

"But just so you know, as much as I enjoy these random meetings, I would very much like if you actually took me out on a date. You know, a proper one, like a normal couple?" She said, reaching out her hand to him.

"A proper date?" He asked as if surprised that it was not what they had been doing thus far, but despite that took her hand, entwining fingers and started to guide her out of the sex and blood scented dead alley.

"You know, like going to a nice restaurant, a cinema, a moonlit stroll in a park or on a private beach…" Rain began to think dreamily, never actually having been on a date, but often catching herself imagining such an activity that she had only heard about, one that promised so much more enjoyment in life.

"I am indignant that I cannot promise either of the above, but if you follow me, I vow never to promise boredom," Vergil cracked a secret smirk.

"Vergil? You do know that by a date, I don't mean going on a deadly mission to fight hordes of demons or to eat blood coated chocolates, or taking a tour of Hell, right?"

"I do, now," he said amusedly, dragging her along in tandem.

They left the narrow dark alley and rounded the corner. Vergil led her confidently across the old cobbled streets and only a few blocks from where she had made her wrong turn they arrived at their destination. It was a small dimly lit building that didn't look like much, tucked away from the main street that was adorned with lights; small, cute, old-fashioned lanterns that were sparser here than anywhere else, giving the place a twisted sense of a romantic quaintness.

A group of tall shrubs on either side obscured the entrance even more and there was no sign of any kind to reveal its identity. No wonder she had missed it, but how the hell did Vergil know where to go? Before stepping forward, Rain quickly glanced back and took in the sight of a large number of shadows silently swarming and circling the moonlit sky above them just before Vergil pulled her in.

The pitiful façade on the outside didn't at all measure to what awaited them on the inside. The small entrance opened up to an impressive, brightly lit space, a massive crystal chandelier dangled suspended above a wide staircase made entirely of smooth, polished marble, leading down to what seemed like an entrance to a very secret, exclusive place.

Still, as Vergil led her down like a proper gentleman would, for some reason Rain was expecting a deadly trap lurking below, not an immaculately dressed bouncer standing like a statue at the darkly reflecting glass door perched at the bottom of the grand stairs.

"May I see your invitation, please, sir," the heavily built man, clad in a perfectly pressed black-tie suit, asked in a polite tone of his deep voice. The guy looked like he could perform a pretty good bouncing even with someone like Vergil.

"Yes," Vergil said unperturbed, lifting out Yamato from the deep folds of his expensive looking coat.

The bouncer nodded without a word and angled his hand in a gesture to allow them in.

"You want to see mine? I think it's equally impressive." Rain turned to the big man that loomed nearly, but not quite, two heads above her height as she got close, trailing behind Vergil.

"That won't be necessary, madam," the bouncer said without sparing her another look, his massive hands now folded in front of him again as he resumed his blank stare somewhere into space.

"Hey!" Rain wanted to show him her sword too, disheartened, but Vergil was already pulling her in through the one-sided mirrored door, and into a dark corridor beyond. The dimmed passageway was illuminated by the shining eyes of demon heads pinned in random, gruesome fashion to the black-wallpapered walls and absently, Rain could see where Dante had taken his cheerful inspiration from for his own lovely abode.

"Wow, he called me madam," Rain mused belatedly, caught off guard, glancing about like she had just left Kansas. What is this place?

"Yes. I should have taken his head off for that." She heard Vergil say in front of her, but only just barely, as her ears were being overpowered by a loud music, getting louder by the second the further they proceeded in.

Soon the only singular thing she could perceive was Vergil's firm, lukewarm hand, as everything else melted away into a blast of bright lights and a chaos of a rhythmic beat so loud she was sure it would strip the paint off anything, including that black wallpaper back in the hall. All that rave mingled with the heavy scents of smoke, drugs and strong alcohol and strong perfumes mixing with the sweat of writhing, snaking bodies that were sliding against each other in some sort of a lustful orgy as far as she could tell.

But instead of being nauseated as Rain quickly expected her to feel, it started to have more of an intoxicating and alluring effect, pulling her in and she knew that she'd become completely lost within, if it wasn't for Vergil fearlessly shouldering through the wild crowd, towing and shielding her behind his uncompromisingly strong and darkly, silently threatening presence.

Even then though, as the crowd got the thickest in the middle of the vast, subterranean hangar-like garage, Vergil had to get behind her, literally dance her out of there before several grabbing hands pulled her away from him and into the heady whirlpool of excited, drugged entities, the reaching and sultry appendages on his own body being fast ignored.

They were both watched all the way, by curiously aroused and visibly high eyes as they pushed their way towards a round glass table finally, on the other side of the condensed dance floor, privately situated in a quiet corner, isolated by a cube of a sound-dampening glass.

"Ah, finally! I was starting to get together a search and rescue party!" Dante greeted them with a wide smile. Lady was sitting next to him, holding a cold, dewy class of beer and they both simultaneously kicked out two sumptuously dark leather chairs in front of them.

"Don't you mean high and delusional party?" Vergil corrected his brother nonchalantly.

Rain sat down quickly because she was not sure if she could still stand, looking around uncertainly. She had not seen any place like this in her life. It seemed like one communal orgy of light, bodies and sounds, and absolutely everyone carried some sorts of weapons here. "Where are we?" She looked at Dante finally, seeing as he had an even bigger grin on his close to split face than before.

"It's a nightclub, babe. Exclusive to the elite of all devil hunters and other interested clientele. It's not so lively like this normally but today's an annual bond-together event," Dante said as if it was a common knowledge.

Well, that would at least explain the grave secrecy of the place, the fact that she couldn't find it, and the strange invitation by possession of a lethal weapon only, but why discuss a mission here of all places? Did it have something to do with the load of brand new demons that blackened the city skyline outside?

"But…then, what is this extremely important mission you wanted to meet up about?" Rain asked.

Dante detached himself from the backrest and leaned forward in implied confidentiality, his expression drawing into a serious radiance that reflected poignantly in his ice blue eyes.

"It's a mission of utmost importance and urgency, babe. Our very lives depend on it," Dante said, mirthless.

Rain only stared, waiting for him to divulge all the details as he leaned even closer.

"A mission to get astronomically drunk and hideously merry, and have some frigging cracking time for a bloody change." Dante sealed it by a slap of his big palm on the table and threw himself back in the chair with a hysteric chuckle.

"What?" Rain wasn't sure if she heard him right, but gained the distinct impression that Dante might have been here getting hideously merry for quite a while already. "But what about those d…"

Her demon worries never completed materialization as Dante filled in for her. "Yeah, what about those drinks, Verge? Would you mind since you're still standing there way too stiff? We need to have a toast and I need another one of these. And an orange juice does not cut it here, precious, so what would you like?" Dante shoved the cocktail menu into Rain's unmoving hands.

Seeing no way out of this one without offending, Rain gave in with a soft sigh, peeking into the menu. Maybe this was for the best after all. Maybe they all needed the rest before the next war would start all out. And then again, maybe the demons were too stupid anyway, gathering on top of a devil hunter convention?

"Blueberry mojito." She clapped the menu closed and passed it to Vergil who took it wordlessly and started to plough his way to the bar.

"Seriously? I haven't seen him this easy-going and compliant in…ever!" Dante turned to Rain after trailing his heavily glinting eyes after Vergil for a while. "Where is my brother? What have you done with him?" He laughed, then bent himself over Rain as if he caught something in the air, clasping a large hand over a pint of beer on his other side of the glass table. "Oh I see! You were late cos you're wearing no panties! No wonder he is so willing," Dante beamed his merriest ever grin.

"Dante!" Rain exclaimed in shock, her hand shooting down subconsciously to try and pull her skirt down as much as she could. And somehow it occurred to her. "Oh, it was you, you set us up. You told Vergil to come here." She punched him in his arm hard enough but it didn't even move him.

"Well, I may have given him an advice or two, and this address," Dante said innocently, scratching on the top of his nose.

"You are such a meddler, Dante," Rain scolded him with a slight head shake and a shyly delivered smile. She could have kissed him sometimes for being so thoughtful but slap him at the same time for all the squalid bluntness.

"But a good one, no?" Dante pursed his manly lips, feigning insecurity and untainted ignorance.

"Yeah, I must admit, Rain, keeping the old demon-dog focused on you made me want to kill him a lot less lately," Lady punched in in between beer sips. "So, you are still planning on sticking around, right?" She added in hope.

"I am. But…I'm never sure about him wanting the same." Rain lowered her eyes as that pesky, creeping red invaded her cheeks. She could never understand how she could behave like an Amazonian she-devil in Vergil's arms but as soon as anyone else mentioned her being with him, she was ready to disintegrate in shame and right there in the unwanted spotlight.

"I think he might. Actually from the way he escorted you here, I'd say that he thinks he's your bodyguard," Lady remarked whilst slurping some of her amber poison to hide her narky smirk, nearly sputtering the beer all over her when a beige-clad hand clanked two blueberry mojitos and Dante's order on the table in front of Lady.

"Who's a bodyguard?" Vergil asked offhandedly, sitting down in the deep brown leather chair between Rain and Lady, and opposite Dante.

"He is not a bodyguard," Rain snapped at Lady, reddening even more but quick to defend Vergil who was still clueless on the subject.

"Well, I don't know. Let's see…failing in social interaction? Great at scowling while standing wherever, looking all blank and dangerous and glaring from a distance," Lady teased shamelessly, almost as if playing a fatal game of whether she'd still live if he'd put two and two together.

"And here is a bodily proof. I'm telling you." Lady raised a raven eyebrow, looking at Rain from above her tipped glass quizzically after glimpsing Vergil. Lady was nearly cracking her ribs on the inside as Vergil actually didn't even seem to be listening, gazing somewhere into to distance with his perfectly chiselled poker face. Despite himself, Dante barely held in a laugh, finding the floor increasingly fascinating so as not to give in to temptation.

Rain though was not amused, ready to strangle Lady, and Dante must have felt it because he suddenly lifted his head and barged in. "Geez, put you two in the same vicinity for more than two seconds," he said part amused, part in a stern reproach, wagging a random finger at Vergil and Lady.

"What did I do?" Vergil asked suddenly, seemingly snapping out of being lost in his brief reverie.

Rain, sensing that Lady was about to laugh out loud this time, did from sheer instinct to protect her man and quickly leaned over, grabbed Vergil by the hand-stitched lapels of his exquisite blue coat and planted her deliciously womanly lips on his stern ones in a fierce, all out kiss.

Lady's already opened mouth dropped closed, slowly, all the mirth at the half-devil's expense draining from her face. Suddenly, she felt really bad, for them both, for taking out her misery and the death of Rain's brother on Vergil, for having no one to rub away her own loneliness on, for the unwanted sensation of jealousy panging in her gut, for only feeling like herself around Dante.

"Look, I'm sorry Ok? I can't say that I don't totally dig you too together, for all our sakes, but have you ever thought of what will happen when…you know…Rain grows old and you…well, don't?" The huntress said with a note of genuine concern voiced in a softer tone, causing the couple to cease their kiss and turn their heads to her.

Something kicked Lady hard, and she snapped her head to Dante. "What?" She hissed at him, like it was no big deal.

There was a short, awkward silence and Rain looked about them all somewhat agitated, then spoke up. "Well, strange you should say that, but I may not actually grow old, or at the most, very, very slowly," Rain said carefully, in a hushed tone, tucking a curled truss of glossy hair behind her ear as she observed their suddenly erased faces.

When they just stared, uncomprehendingly at first, Rain continued, but checked to make sure no one was listening in. "It became evident that ever since I've started to take the demonic healing essence my body stopped aging, a kind of like a strange side effect where the power heals not only any wounds but also all illnesses, diseases, and even regenerates the cells in the body. I have not had a cold or a period in years! So I am ever so apologetic, but you two might be stuck with me for a very long time…and Lady too if she starts using it."

Lady blinked, forgetting to swallow, a small trickle of her drink starting to travel down her chin. Dante downed a whole beer, licking his lips spontaneously as he watched the golden liquid happily disappear in Lady's cleavage. Vergil, on the other hand, was as unreadable as nearly always, but his eyes had narrowed ever so slowly as if in dire deliberation, and Rain could not tell at all whether he was in fact happy about her revelation or annoyed the hell out.

"Jesus Rain. Are you for real? Do you realise what that means?" Lady was the first to blurt out flabbergasted, after finally gulping down her held mouthful. She aptly noted, ashamed, how Rain still offered her the taste of immortality despite Lady's tempestuous, bad temper from the day that they had met.

"Yes, too much," Rain said apprehensively, her hand moving from her hair shakily.

"It means a frigging apocalypse of humanity but most importantly, a permanent supply of never-aging babes," Dante announced happily, his inebriation evident in his slurred voice.

"It means that no one else must know about this," Vergil corrected assertively, his eyes whirling with a solemn promise of violence to anyone who'd disagree, starting with directing his frosty gaze to Lady.

"Hey, don't look at me. You got it. This would cause a wide spread Armageddon and it's completely unsustainable," Lady admitted her agreement, still mulling over if living forever was an attractive prospect even for her, given the hardships in their everyday lives anyway. Didn't do Rain's brother any good, and she scowled at that thought.

Vergil's gaze then travelled to Dante, narrowing hard as if to drag it out of his inebriated younger twin.

"All right! No babes. Got it. Jeez, you take the fun out of everything, Vergil." Dante finally relented with a reluctant grumble, throwing out his hands in defence. "This was supposed to be a fun event, you know? With fun and lots of drinking."

"Yeah, I say let's drink. We drink to Raymond. He saved our backsides and kicked the queen's hideous ass!" Lady proclaimed then tightly clenched her teeth, lifting her beer.

They all lifted their glasses in silence and let them clank together. Rain dipped her lips in stark silence and started to drain her blueberry mojito, watching as Vergil tipped the same drink into his throat, leaving only ice, and all the trimmings, all the while also leaving his deeply intense blue gaze fixated on her.

She knew straight away that he wanted to talk about something, but also did not feel like spoiling their so called date any further. It felt already as though they could never have fun, the two or the four of them, in a place where everyone came to forget their ordeals and loosen their troubled and scarred souls, somehow they would never be able to do that.

As if his eyes were soaking in her thoughts, Vergil suddenly stood up, pushing back his chair with a resounding screech and dropped his spent glass on the table. His gentlemanly gloved hand was extended to her, all old-fashioned style, to her utter surprise asking her for a dance.

Hypnotised by the seizing charisma he was exuding, Rain got up from her chair as if spellbound, her hand sliding into his on its own shaky volition. Vergil whisked her around the table, but briefly turned his head to Dante.

"Fun, Dante, does not hide itself at the bottom of a bottle. You need to stick your head out of it to find it," Vergil said matter-of-factly, glancing at Lady before he took Rain away, both vanishing into the centre of the writhing crowd, being completely swallowed by its living, all-devouring, wildly roiling mass.

"He's talking in riddles again." Dante shrugged, but could not help but turn round, somehow not wanting to miss seeing his dear, older, frosty brother on a stage, actually performing his ballet tricks with his sword sheathed for once, and dirtily. In the young and free days Vergil had used to be quite the unconventional party animal, contrary to otherwise suggesting outward appearances, but to be honest Dante knew that his latest experiences had knocked that out of Vergil. Apparently...Rain knocked it right back in, to some fragile degree.

Lady though, suddenly looked up at Dante, for the first time seeing something that she had been blind to all this time, something to which Vergil, whom she had been so horrible to since day one, had just opened her eyes.

"Dante?" Lady glared at the clueless younger son of Sparda with her sparkling bi-coloured eyes. "Would you like to dance?"

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A/N: Shoot! I wanted to add a totally hot and sexy dance scene with Vergil and Rain but this chapter run away from me and already got too darn long! But did you like it/hate it? Cause I can totally change it! *nail bite*

God, I never listened to Marilyn Manson before but then I came across The Pale Emperor (through the John Wick movie which is totally awesome imo) and wrote this chapter entirely to that album, played over and over. So DMC fitting, and I swear that until now I have never been drugged on music! Also whilst ill, in bed, gah!

This is also kind of a preamble to a potential sequel. Haha. Well only if you are truly interested?

Tora signing out for now. But hope to see you all soon! Thanks for everything to everyone! Thank so much to Mercy, you blew me away! It was a struggle but I will try to continue if I can! Reviews help a lot with the continuing thing!