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It was a peaceful Saturday afternoon – no work, no chores, no tasks. You finally had time to play DMC5 again, or rather, finally had the courage to continue Hell and Hell with Vergil.
You glanced at your phone to check the time, but your wallpaper –Vergil looking directly at you with a... smile? No, it was not a smile, but for you yes, he was smiling. At you. And you couldn't help but smile every time you would look at your phone too. That would probably sum up how smitten you were with the eldest son of Sparda.
And so you played Mission 19, the first round with Dante and his hellish Royal Guard. Trying not to mash the buttons of the controller and instead play like how no-movement-wasted Vergil would be, you poured all your concentration in the game, making you unaware of what was happening behind you.
You only realized it when a katana was pointed at the screen, and you heard a familiar voice say, “What form of power is this?!”
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“Speak, human. How could you possibly conjure a copy of me and my brother in there and make them fight atop the Qliphoth again?”
Vergil was now pointing the Yamato at you, and dropping the controller and losing your third gold orb were the least of your concerns now.
You instinctively raised your hands at the threat, but you couldn’t stop your lips from smiling as you stared at him. His swept-back hair, his three-tailed black coat, his furrowed brows that still looked good on that damn handsome face. The man of your dreams —literally, because you had dreamt of him last night— was standing right in front of you.
You had watched enough Marvel movies and series for your mind to be open about the idea of the multiverse. You enjoyed anime like Gintama and Osomatsu that would break the fourth wall and be meta from time to time. You had long since accepted the fact that life was full of unexplainable wonders. That was why you didn't find this surprising or unbelievable. You even found it lucky that you might have been chosen as the main character of an isekai plot right now.
“Why are you smiling like a fool?” He shifted the Yamato closer to your neck.
You felt the coldness of the blade and the realness of the danger, so you scrambled to explain, “I’m sorry! I’m no threat! I’m your fan! I have no powers! I’m a weak human! You can enslave me if you want— actually I'd be happy to— er, don’t kill me please!”
Somehow, it was an effective plea. He sheathed the Yamato as he must’ve detected no demonic power nor any threat-level strength from you.
He shook his head and muttered, “I have no time for this.” He then gestured to slash open another portal. It was one of your favorite cutscenes in DMC5, that was why you were very familiar with the move.
But both of you were surprised that the space in front of Vergil was not cut. It was a display cabinet that was cut, along with some of your nendoroids. And both of you exclaimed, “No!”
“Why isn’t this working?!” You heard him say that same DMC3 Temen-ni-gru line as you knelt on the floor to gather your nendos.
It took you a few seconds of mourning over your collection before realizing, “Wait, you can’t open a portal?”
He turned to look at you with that I-still-don't-trust-you expression. “Why do you know about my portal? Is this your doing?” He stepped closer and it made you fall onto your butt on the floor, still looking like a petty weakling, which might have been good for your own safety.
“I know a lot about you!” you blurted out in panic, “I’m your fan, like big time.”
This got him curious, and not pointing his sword at you, so you decided to explain. It was as if explaining your identity to your past self when you time-travel, you must give convincing facts to make them trust you.
“You are Vergil, son of the legendary dark knight Sparda and the beautiful human Eva. You have a younger twin brother, Dante, who is a wacky-woohoo-pizzaman that doesn’t want olives on his pizza. I have always been pla-- supporting you two. You, uh, your color is blue while Dante’s is red. Your weapon is the Yamato. You can also summon swords even without moving your hands – actually the most efficient ranged weapon ever!” You had a tendency to get sidetracked sometimes, but this must have helped because...
“They are indeed more efficient than guns,” he said. He seemed to have calmed down as he sheathed the Yamato again. “You said you were my fan?”
You nodded.
“So, I can trust you while I am in this unknown realm?”
You nodded with more enthusiasm.
“Very well.” He offered a hand to help you get up, and you couldn’t hold back a squeal at the chance to hold Vergil’s hand. He found you odd, though, so his face turned a bit doubting again.
“Sorry,” you mumbled, bit your lip and accepted the help. You just tried your best to freeze the moment, or at least remember how his hand felt. That oddly warmer than normal —well he was a half-demon after all— gloved hand.
The way he looked at you, you could almost imagine him saying ‘Such a fool’, but you didn’t mind. Your attention then shifted to the bigger problem at hand. As foolish as you seem to be, you were quick to come up with ideas, and these must have made Vergil trust you a bit more.
“Could you try summoning your doppelganger?” You asked him, polite yet a bit taking-charge-problem-solving-mode.
It didn’t work.
“How about summoned swords?”
Still didn’t work.
You pushed the nearby furniture away from Vergil before saying, “Try your DT or SDT.”
“DT?”
“Ah- Devil Trigger, err, your demonic transformation.”
He grumbled a sound of acknowledgement before moving as if releasing a blast of energy from his chest, but to your dismay both, nothing happened.
Words were not needed when you both turned to face each other, mirroring shock and disbelief.
“This is Dante’s fault!” Vergil growled in exasperation.