DmC Illia's Chronicles

Mission 16: Decisions

Smut warning.

A few days later...

It had been almost a week since the collapse of Limbo into reality, and the world seemed to be settling slowly. Many of the demons that serviced under Mundus began to spread out since the fall of their ruler. Illia wiped down the bar as she watched the news about past events.

Heine was on the other side of the room sweeping the floors; while using a place at Rodin's, they didn't mind doing a favor to repay him for his kindness, like working double time, since they were his only two employees that had been gone for some time.

"Heine do you mind keeping an eye on the home front?" she asked as she placed her apron on the hook behind her,

"Sure..." he said, resuming his sweeping.

Illia made her way to the back, where the stairs that lead up to the guests' rooms were located: taking them up to where Vergil had been resting all week. His body had fully repaired itself of the hole in his chest, and although the physical damage was gone, he still lay asleep, which caused Illia's concern. She lightly knocked on the door, just in case, he had awakened. "Vergil?" she called out to only be resounded with silence; quietly, she opened the door, finding Vergil leaning against the window, staring out of it.

"Vergil!" she said with excitement as she rushed over to him; he turned to her, slowly looking at her with cold eyes that seemed for a moment to glow a demonic red.

"Vergil?" she stopped herself from embracing him as she gave him a questioning look.

"Where are we?" he requested, looking her right in the eyes,

"We're at Rodin's bar..." she trailed off, looking away from his intense, intimidating gaze. He turned away from her, glancing out of the window. It was quiet between them for a moment as Illia sat on the bed; Vergil still stared out the window, with her looking up at him.

"What happened to you, Vergil?" she asked. He looked up from the ground, turning to meet her gaze,

"Dante betrayed me..." his tone was cold, she gasped, looking at Vergil with wide eyes,

"Why would he do something like that?" she inquired as Vergil pressed himself away from her to lean back against the window,

"Because he was weak and chose humanity over his chance at power." keeping his back to her. She looked down towards the floor,

"I'm sorry." Her manner was soft, keeping her gaze low. Vergil looked to Illia's reflection in the glass of the window; her depressed disposition made his brow sink into a frown,

"Now, I know what I must do..." he paused, looking to see her position had not changed.

"I want... No, I need more power." he turned to her, picking her head up to look her in her eyes, she gazed into his sky-blue eyes, which seemed a lot gentler than they did a moment ago.

"I can't linger here any longer, the power I seek doesn't dwell here..." he hesitated, Illia turned away from him as she crossed her arms, and smacking her lips in the process

"So you're leaving?" she bit her bottom lip fighting the feeling as though she might begin to shed tears. Vergil walked closer to her, wrapping his arms around her waist, bringing his mouth to her ear,

"Will you still join me?" she turned around to look at him,

"What?" she said in disbelief, as he took her back into his arms.

"Come with me; you're the only one that I can trust now," pushing her up against the wall, holding her head up,

"I- I don't know, what about Heine?" it came out as a stutter as she glanced around the room franticly, as though she was looking for a way out