Summary for this Chapter: Vergil gets laid a lot, makes a stupid mistake, and finally gets back to her twin (not that she missed him at all, of course not).

Warnings for this chapter: Vaguedepictions of rough sex, allusions to DT!Sex in passing, and lots of weird demon posturing. You know, the usual. Also, lots of mushy sibling feels at the end (finally!).

Here's the other half of what was originally chapter three, and we finally get to Dante! Bye, Marco!

Chapter four: It's the Stars that set you Free

The first time they fuck, Vergil can't move out of bed the next day. Honestly, she's a little surprised they even got to a bed in the first place. Her body was a battle field of bruises and leftover scars that were still healing over, and she felt as if she'd been hit by a truck. Literally.

She turned over, blanketed by clean, soft sheets she was sure weren't there before, something he'd possibly left after escaping the room in the aftermath. Because there really was no other word for it; Vergil remembered quite a bit of blood, a lot of biting from both parties, and quite a lot of claws gouging deep marks into flesh.

"Totally worth it." She murmured, triumphant as her fingers trailed over a large set of bruises from where he'd gripped her hips with bone crushing strength that would have straight up broken the pelvis on a normal human. There was no sweet pillow talk to be had there; she wasn't looking for a mate to get claimed by, and thankfully, neither was he searching for one to claim.

There had been a moment, however, when his body covered hers, dwarfing her form, where he'd been nipping soft bites up her spine, each getting progressively more and more harsh before turning into bites that were drawing blood. By the time he'd reached her neck, she'd spun around in his grasp and had her hand on the most intimate part of him, fangs out and hissing like a cat.

"No claiming, or I rip it off."

In his right mind, he didn't want a life mate, but in the lust addled lizard brain, there was no telling what he was thinking, so she'd figured a warning was necessary with some added force for emphasis. While he was larger and perhaps physically stronger, there were definitely ways Vergil could have made it very unenjoyable if things took a wrong turn for her.

Truly rough sex (or rather, basically all sex that demons engaged in), she'd realized, was a luxury that really couldn't be had with humans, their bodies simply too fragile to handle it and any other form of rough housing, as she'd found very quickly in her early life. Dante had definitely had some close calls that she'd chastised him for, not out of any real sympathy for humans but more for his own mental state of being.

Sure, she stabbed him twice on top of that tower and possibly afforded him all sorts of life lasting trauma, but he was still her little brother and she had to look after him somehow.

Hair that she'd let grow fell into her face, just brushing the tips of her shoulders now, and she swept her bangs aside idly; she was too lazy to slick them back and without a proper haircut it would just look silly. She figured she could afford some relaxation time into these final months, her demon quelled for the time being but still lurking at the corners of her mind.

After all, she thought while stretching her aching body, might as well enjoy it while she was here.

The fifth month and the first half of the sixth are spent in a near drunk haze of demonic energy and enough fucking that would sate even Dante for a while. Vergil hadn't triggered in months, and even with the sex burning up most of the pent up energy, her devil brain was still shrieking at her every so often and beckoning her to trigger and screw the nearest warm body into oblivion. Even near inebriated on devil power, she was still holding on to what little control she had.

"Never happy, are you?" She thought, counting down the days to her release. There had been some thought to where she would go and what she would afterwards, and, to be honest, jumping straight back into the hostile hell world while still hopped up on hormones didn't seem like the smartest plan she'd had. It seemed like it would take years for her body to fully sort itself out, a revelation she was not entirely pleased with.

No, running around in a forest while pumping out "come fuck me" pheromones was definitely not the answer here.

But still... going back to the human world, to... could she really avoid him if she went back? Their paths always seemed to cross no matter how many times they'd separated, she mulled, the memory of him reaching for her over the waterfall coming back to her mind. She'd fought so hard to come to the demonic realm (and look at how well that turned out) and now part of her wanted to go back to the world she'd shunned?

"Is there a way back to the human world that wouldn't alert every demon in the vicinity?" She'd finally asked one day, with two weeks and three days to go until the end of her incarceration. Marco turned to her, brows quirked with a smile playing on his lips.

"Ah, eager to return to your nestmate already?" He teased, and she flushed, only slightly.

"That is definitely not it." But he continued, ignoring her denial.

"We always want to return to our families, you know. There's no shame in that." He paused and looked past her, considering something, "Though, that might be the best plan for you. As my devil arm," and she bristled at this, being considered anyones was still something she'd rather avoid, "You've been allotted my protection, but once I set you free, that protection will no longer apply."

I don't need anyone protecting me, she growled internally, but said nothing of the sort, replying with something else.

"Well, is there a way back or not?"

Another toothy grin met her.

"Of course there is. How else do you think I acquired my impressive collection of fine reading?" Fine reading her ass, harlequin novels didn't count as anything tasteful or worth owning.

Still, even with things having gone so well up to a point, they were bound to fuck up with her right at the middle of it.

He'd shown Vergil the gate that would take her back to the human world, on the final day; a small shrine with intricate runes carved into the stone, not far from his home. She figured that he'd either built the gate near his home or his home around it instead, if he really had been so fond of visiting humanity.

"It requires red orbs to activate, and once I free you you'll have access to the impressive amount you had when I found you. You have to have a clear destination in mind when you use it, else it might get... confused." It seemed simple enough, though the way he spoke of it made it seem as if it were sentient. Then again, it wouldn't surprise her in the great scheme of things, she mused as they made their way back to his home.

Her first mistake was deciding to engage in one final bout of "stress relief", some warped thank you, within what had to be the final hours of her imprisonment. At the time, it seemed like any other demonic power fueled session of sex; it had felt good, and honestly, that's all that had mattered.

However, no matter how mature Vergil acted, no matter how much blood she'd spilled, she was still technically a partially human teenager. And teenagers were stupid.

So when she was riding out the final moments of ecstasy, clamped around his demonic form so tight he might break in half were he human, she wasn't exactly in full control of her facilities. The final hour she'd counted to ticked away, gone, and still panting, still intertwined, she met his gaze, ice blue meeting ruby red, and inclined her head slightly.

They never kiss. It's an intimate motion that humans do, and something demons have no use for. It's something she's thankful for, not wanting to delve into that particular can of worms. His hands still upon her hips, seeming almost loathed to let go, but he understood.

A deal was a deal.

"So I suppose this is goodbye." Without letting go of the grasp on her hip, his other clawed hand gripped the back of her skull, almost sensually, and brought her head forward so that he could whisper the freeing words into her ear.

"Libera te ex infernis."

The sudden rush of power was thoroughly unexpected, and her vision exploded in a brilliant blue light.

Devil May Cry, Dante decided, was a fucking awesome name for a shop as he thought about the bright neon sign he hoped to implement (that maybe hearkened just a tad little too much to Love Planet...). Not that he was ever to admit that to Lady, who'd initially given him the idea. He sat at his desk, taking a moment to peer around his, for the time being, fairly clean if somewhat sparse living space. He didn't have much stuff left over after the fiasco from several months ago, most of it destroyed in the first fight that had taken place in his office.

The wreckage left behind by the raising and subsequent fall of Temen-ni-gru was still in the process of being cleaned up by the city; a slow but steady stream of able bodied workers were making their way out from ground zero to the rest of Capulet City, taking in the worst of the damage and attempting to make something positive out of it.

It was slow work, but it was getting done, and honestly, that's what mattered at this point.

Dante had spent weeks clearing up the facade of his shop, kicking large hunks of rock from the roof before calling in some carpenters who'd owed him a favor from a while back to fix the rest for cheap. Doing it himself was out of the question when he'd realized he knew next to nothing about plumbing and, well, basically everything else that had gone into a building.

For now, everything was okay. Everything... seemed okay. He'd woken up early to try and get some more work done, but as it was, he found himself too caught up in past thoughts to get anything finished.

His gaze fell to where the slashed glove lay on his desk, dried blood from months ago still marring its tattered fabric, before falling to his own hand, an invisible white line crossing his palm like a desperate lifeline.

The rejection stung, even now as he clenched his first, and the part of him that didn't want to pummel Vergil in his stupid regal face missed him with a fierceness that rivaled even the darkest parts of his soul.

He wondered, vaguely, leaning back lazily in his much abused desk chair, where his twin was now. The connection they'd once shared was blocked off, a coldness in the back of his mind that he'd since grown used to, though not for lack of trying. It had started when Vergil had gone down this dark path, blocking himself off from his twin for, what, to not tip Dante off to his plans to raise a stupid phallic tower in the middle of the city? That had been over a year before the events at the tower had even taken place, and now, even further from that original cut off, the hollow feeling still ate at him.

Too caught up in his musings, he didn't notice until the normally gelid and silent connection suddenly flared up like an inferno and knocked him on his ass, right out of his goddamn chair. Papers flew in a stream around him, knocked off the desk as he scrambled to upright himself, too surprised by the slew of emotions and gibberish words flying through his head.

Nestmate? Nestmate?was about all he could pick up coherently, the rest just mumbled words that seemed to be calling him, the link pulled now taught between him and where Vergil had to be. It was like a compass pointing north, and he instantly knew just where and how far it was.

If this was a trap... He didn't even finish that thought as he sprung to his feet, grabbing Rebellion from it's temporary stand and Ebony and Ivory from where they'd be lying on his desk. He didn't even have to time to think of how stupid this was, rushing forward without any planning. The voice over the link called to him again, distressed, and it only made him move faster.

If this was a trap, he thought viciously while peeling out from the office so fast he broke too many traffic laws to count on his bike, it was fucking working,

Vergil woke up with a somewhat clear mind, an aching body, and no clothes.

So, not that different from how she'd been waking from the past two months.

What was different was the feeling of grass between her fingers when she flexed them, the scent of the morning dew as she drew in a deep breath that seemed free from the oppressive air in the underworld. She opened her eyes, peering up at a calm, if slightly overcast, blue sky. Was she... back?

That the sky wasn't a deep, blood red was a pretty big tip off. She could hear birds chirping in the distance, and wherever she was, it was a misty morning, away from a city and all the industrial sounds that accompanied it. It seemed almost idyllic, nothing overly hostile or trying to maim her in sight.

How... annoying.

She took in another breath, her body shaking, though from what she didn't quite know yet. She felt exhausted, trying to push herself up from where she'd been laying splayed in the grass but was finding it to be a much harder endeavor than originally thought. Had she been steam rolled? She hadn't felt this sore since the first time they'd fucked, and what they'd been doing before was not enough to bring on this level of hurt. She could feel the cold chain of her mother's amulet hanging heavily from her neck, far heavier than it had ever felt before, a weight that was almost pulling her back down to the cold earth.

What had happened? The last thing she remembered were Marco's word, and then a bright flash of... blue... light... The realization hit her like a brick wall.

The same light that normally preceded a devil trigger explosion.

Shit.

"Oh god..." Had she really... Her hand dove to the back of her neck, where a claimant mark would normally be. When her fingers found nothing aside from the overall full body ache she was experiencing, her relief was nearly palpable. Okay, at least she'd managed to refrain from that. She was in no mood to take a life mate, if not now then never, and a romance novel obsessed demon was definitely not what she would have chosen. Triggering while still... intimate was a huge mistake, she groaned to herself.

The bone deep exhaustion was a similar feeling to having depleted the large reserve of devil power she'd been holding onto, and after having been in that odd haze for nearly a month and a half, felt something akin to a hellish hangover bleed over her. Her demon side, oddly enough, was quiet, almost nonexistent, as if slumbering.

Later, Vergil would berate herself for panicking too much and not paying enough attention to her surroundings, ignoring the painful tug of a connection she'd smothered for almost a year and a half. Too caught up in her daze, she didn't hear the sound of gun cocking against the back of her head until a familiar voice snarled, harsh and angry, nothing like the smarmy, playful idiot she remembered.

"Who the fuck are you?"

Fucking Dante.

After hopping off his bike and throwing himself through a wooded area at the outskirts of Capulet City at breakneck speed, Dante found himself deep within a lush forest that he would have never guessed lay by the big city. If he'd cared to think more on it, he'd realize it was some sort of national park, but as it was, none of those things mattered in the slightest to him.

What mattered was where the link was pulling him to, and, as he slowed down after tumbling through misty woods, found himself near it's epicenter. He came to a halt, footsteps silent as he avoided snapping twigs in the underbrush so as to not alert whatever it was he being led to. Coming upon a small, fog smattered clearing, the naked woman (demoness?) sitting at its center was not quite what he expected.

She smelled heavily of sex and blood, something Dante was far too familiar with and could smell even from the small distance away from her, and while there was an overwhelming familiarity to both her underlying natural scent and the silver tresses that fell just past her shoulders, the scent of an elder demon, fiery brimstone and charcoal, still permeated around her, making him far more wary.

He wasn't too far from her, but he pulled out Ebony as he made his way closer to her. She hadn't seemed to notice him, far too caught up in something else to even turn around.

A quiet "Oh god" left her lips, and for a moment he thought he'd been found out, but instead saw one of her hands dart up to the back of her neck, grasping at something invisible, before a relieved sigh left her, seeming to deflate the tenseless apparent in her.

As he got closer, he could hear her labored breathing, and noticed the full body shiver that seemed to consume her, either from the cold or something else. As far as women went, her body was spot on for what he found attractive, but he ignored that. He couldn't let the fact the link was tugging him towards her go, and he wondered, serious for a moment, just who she was and why the link he'd had with Vergil was drawing him towards her. He'd never heard of a transfer of a sibling bond before; Vergil was an ass, but he was still Dante's older brother, and if this woman had done anything to jeopardize that fragile bond...

Holding up Ebony, he held it in line with the back of her, before biting out words to give himself away. He could see the glint of a gold chain around her neck, and it gave him pause before he spoke.

"Who the fuck are you?"

She froze, before slowly turning her body to meet his gaze. His rage gave way to confusion, when ice blue met familiar ice blue, an aristocratic brow quirked in a way that reminded Dante far too much of a childhood spent eternally fighting with his twin. The chain had an amulet he would recognize in an instant attached to it, nestled between her (admittedly very nice) breasts, identical to the one hanging around his own neck. The same face, only more feminine, softer; more features from Eva than Sparda, wrought with confusion. If he hadn't known better, he would have assumed this was a third unknown sibling, a sister, hidden away from both him and Vergil.

Vergil...

"...Dante?" There was her voice again, somewhat incredulous. Fuck, she even sounded like mom. Not in the way her voice sounded, really, but more the way she spoke, putting the same emphasis on his name the same way Eva would when she'd admonish him. The same way Vergil would when he'd done something phenomenally stupid.

No demon pretending to be... whoever the fuck this was would know that. Suddenly, the overwhelming familiarity of the scent around her came back to him, the fact that this thing had the other half of his mothers amulet, the fucking twin link, the way she goddamned looked, and suddenly he just knew-

"...Vergil?"

Oh, good, he'd figured it out. Now if only he'd get Ebony out of her face and pointed away from her.

"Yes, Dante?" Trying to appear nonchalant while naked in front of one's twin brother was a more taxing experience than Vergil would have thought, especially since they weren't even the same gender anymore and the last time Dante had seen her, she hadn't been sporting a pair of grapefruits attached to her chest.

His eyes darted from her face to her chest to the rest of her body, utterly baffled by what he was seeing. She tried to raise a hand to push Ebony away from her face, but he jerked back and held it up again. Oh for god's sake.

"How the hell do I know you're actually Vergil?" She stared him, flatly, before rolling her eyes.

"You're an idiot." Dante made a face that looked as though he tasted something unpleasant, and if Vergil had possessed the energy, had half the mind to make him eat dirt like she'd done when they were five-

Ah.

"When we were five, I convinced you that mud was chocolate and got you to eat three mouthfuls of it before you realized I was being facetious." He made another face, as if trying to remember the awful, if not hilarious, memory.

She continued, trying to remember every embarrassing, useless bit of info she had on him.

"When we were nine, father gave us an edited", very heavily edited, she thought viciously, "version of 'the talk', and you believed that you could grow a sibling in the yard and tried to grow one with a potato plant. You called him Randall and didn't speak to mother for weeks when she accidentally used him to make mashed potatoes." She ignored Dante's startled cry of "Hey! Randall was cool!". Moron.

"When we were fourteen, you asked Sandra Matthews to Homecoming, and when she said no and laughed at you, you spent the next three days sleeping in a tree in the yard, refusing to come down with only 'Randall the 8th, esquire', to keep you company-" Oh, that had been quite the fiasco in their life, she thought back humorously. It had eventually taken Vergil straight up cutting the branch Dante was sleeping on to get him to come down. Though it had led to Dante eventually giving up on his 'Randall' potato plant family; more's the pity, they were rather delicious.

"OKAY, okay! I get it, you are Vergil... somehow..." He cut her off, waving Ebony emphatically in the air, finally away from her face, his own face flushed red with embarrassment. So easily predictable, she smirked.

"There actually is a rather in-depth explanation I don't wish to bore you with, mostly as I'm still lacking clothing..." That seemed to kick Dante's ass into gear, his brain now having moved her from the 'hot naked chick' category to 'this is my brother/sister and that's weird' section. He all but ripped off his coat, kneeling down and throwing it around her, fastening it tight. Thankfully, he seemed to have gotten over his shirtless phase and was wearing a simple black shirt underneath it.

His hands came to rest on her shoulders, so much smaller now than his broad frame, and his earlier embarrassment was momentarily forgotten as she felt his firm grip, flinching slightly when he held on too tight.

"You're not going to shoot me? After all I did?" She wondered aloud, seeing him wince back slightly. It would be the least she deserved, raising the tower in the middle of the city; she didn't know the actual casualty count, but it had to be a significant number. Her personal kill count in her quest had been much smaller than most would have guessed, though she didn't know if was out respect for her late mother or something else. Only if they obstructed her path, was the general rule, and for the most part, being faced with Yamato's blade had caused nearly all of them to stand down.

Dante had always been the more morally sound of them, she supposed, in human terms. Oh, he was still cocky, an ass, and couldn't give two shits about any property damage, but there some sort of fondness in him regarding humanity. Neither of them fit in very well at all, but he'd always had more patience (compare her very little to his slightly more than a little) for them than she had.

"Sorry..." he murmured, "I just... I never thought I'd see you again."

Oh. This wasn't the same immature brat she'd left behind, not entirely. It had only been six months, but he seemed to have aged so much in that short time, the look in his eyes almost haunted by her appearance. The once fragile bond between was like a steel chain, tethering them together, and for a moment, she couldn't remember why she'd clamped down so hard from her side to suffocate it. Longing, comfort, reassurance that she was really here and this was really Vergil came bleeding through, and for a moment, she paused.

Love. The thing Eva had believed so faithfully in, loving them as if they weren't demonic hellspawn sent to torment her and test her god-given patience as a mother. But she'd persevered, and, through sheer determination, made them into somewhat presentable beings. Well, Vergil had come out presentable. Dante was still a mangy slob. Mostly.

A mother's love, she thought, was fascinating.

Suddenly, Dante pulled her close, embracing her with his no longer identical body that she'd once been so familiar with. She could feel him inhaling the scent of her, burying his face into her hair; she knew what this was, a nestmate trying to familiarize himself with a sibling thought lost, and she couldn't even begrudge him for it. A soft sigh escaped her, and perhaps it was out of character to let him hold her so close, but in their youth they'd spend whatever time not fighting piled upon one another, always touching and leading each other by their hands, laughing.

They'd always fight, as was the way demon siblings simply were, but there would always be this as well.

She'd been incredibly stupid, she thought dully. But it felt nice to be held, a welcome home tittering between them. She burrowed further into his hold, trying to leech as much warmth as she could from him, before murmuring an almost inaudible whisper into his chest.

"I missed you too, Dante."

End Chapter Four

end notes: "Libera te ex infernis." essentially translates to "Free yourself from Hell" (if you were speaking to one person). And no, I didn't grab it specifically from Event Horizon, though a slightly different version of this phrase is said in that movie :)

I'm playing off a twin sibling bond between demons as being super intense, bordering on near telepathy if not empathy.

Next chapter will probably take a while (Lame, now that I've finally gotten to the real meat of the story), but I hope you guys have enjoyed it so far!