Best of both worlds, (fem Vergil x male Nephalem reader)

....Clash In Red and Blue

A/n: yeah it's a carry on title. Anyway if you want any devil arms say what kind of weapon and the abilities so then i can start cooking up ideas.

"Well, this is my kind of rain. No wonder the sky looks so funny today." Dante said holding the woman from before. Y/n quickly looked away as her skirt fell.

"Let me go!" She yells struggling against his grip.

"I'm going to go on ahead," Y/n quickly walked away not wanting to linger around the scantly clad Lady, 'I mean seriously who dresses like that to go fight demons' he thought as he scratched the back of his calf with his open toed shoes as he puts a hand in his tan cargo shorts. (A/n: I don't care what anyone else says Cargo shorts are awesome) He uses the other to adjust Renegade on the back of his sleeveless hoodie.

"Let you go? But it would be a waste if you ended up as just a pretty stain." Y/n heard Dante retort to the brunette soon followed by a gunshot."What the hell was that for? Here I am trying to help you and you show your thanks by shooting me?" Another shot range out, "Whatever, do as you please."

It almost sounded like she said something but with all the rain and it being a low mumble Y/n couldn't make it out soon hearing Dante continue. "I'm beginning to think I've got rotten luck with women."

"Trust me you do, especially if you drop them off a huge tower,"

"Oh she's fine,"

"Ehhe?" Y/n responded giving Dante a questionable look while raising an eyebrow.

"Oh shut up and come on we're almost to the top let's not waste time." Dante said picking up the pace.

"Whatever you say." responds Y/n as they walk through doors at the end of the hall.

-scene shift brought to you by Dante trying to flirt with a random woman only to get a drink dumped on him-

"The woman was taken care of she shouldn't be a bother" reports Arkham

"Good"

"Are you sure you don't want me to take care of that disgraceful Nephalem-"

"No!" Vermila blurted out. Arkham was taken back by this sudden outburst. Vermila quickly recomposed herself, "I'll take care of him myself when he arrives same as Dante."

"Are you sure that is what you wish? Because a weakling such as that would be no problem for-" he was cut off again this time by Yamato being held to his throat. "I see as you wish" he walks away leaving Vermila alone with her thoughts once more. These thoughts soon drifted back towards where they were before as she pulled out a locket. It wasn't anything special simple silver casing barley bigger than a inch in length and width. As she opened it she saw two pictures one in each side.

The picture in the left side was of her, Dante, and Y/n it was taken years ago on Dante's and her 10th birthday. That day 8 years ago marked the two year anniversary of their mother's death and their father's disappearance. Vermila and Dante got into a huge fight, it was bad enough that if Y/n didn't walk into the room from the kitchen holding a cake and a tub of ice cream they would have drawn swords. Vermila gave a light chuckle at the memories thinking of a young Y/n in an apron covered in flour and frosting. The picture itself was Dante and Vermila turned away from each other growling at the other with Y/n, still in the apron that said kiss the cook slinging an arm around both their shoulders pulling them in for the photo. The other picture was one more recently taken, it contained a picture of Vermila holding something swaddled in a dark blue blanket. Said something could be seen with a tuff of wild white hair and the same shining blue eyes as Vermila, it was a baby the only trait the small one didn't get from his mother was his slightly tan skin. Vermila looked at these images with fondness the little one fuelling her motivation for power, her reasoning was so nothing could hurt her little hellion.