Vergil's OneShots (DMC Fanfiction)

At The Strike Of Midnight

A/N: Cinderella much?

[At The Strike Of Midnight]

"Guess who's back?" The playful voice that came as the door opened –without the prior customary knock –made Lea Olympus sigh with amusement. It was a strange expression, but Lea had come to understand and be familiar to this expression much more often ever since the new policy introduced by the government half a year ago.

Demon hunters of the City of Luzbel had always been precious resources –mainly because demons would easily have terrorized and taken over the city if not for them –and the popularity of this job had declined quickly over time as younger generations increasingly became less and less inclined to put their own lives at risk to face down against demons. In addition to new policies put in place by the government to advertise the benefits of being a demon hunter to the society, a new-found appreciation for the currently surviving demon hunters had found them getting mandatory health check-ups after every mission to make sure that they were all pink in health. The government was taking no chances with the low number of demon hunters left, and regardless of how much the people of the profession themselves complained about the uselessness of such additional administration, the policy had still been passed.

And thus came Lea's role as a doctor. In her younger years studying the fine art of medicine, she had once done volunteer service in a neighboring country during a period of a demonic crisis. There, Lea had learnt extensively on-site about how to deal with demon-caused injuries and other diseases. When she returned, she had returned to her studies to be a typical doctor, and the volunteer experience had been relegated in the back seat, until the new policy. With a very small fraction of practicing doctors who actually knew what to look out when it came to giving demon hunters a medical check-up, Lea's resume was quickly picked up on, and she was quickly made the specialist for demon hunters in her hospital.

Of course, she didn't really have much to complain about. Because of her efficiency in the health checks –mainly because she was one of the rare few doctors who actually knew what to check for –Lea had been getting a steady stream of customers. They soon became regular customers –particularly those who took their demon hunting very seriously –and Lea saw some of them as often as thrice per week. Through casual conversation with her patients, she slowly began to understand a little more about the demon hunting industry that had always avoided her.

She learnt –by pure chance –that one of her regular customer, was the second leading industry expert. His twin brother was the first; thus, basically the two of them of the same family and generation dominated the top spots for the demon hunting industry.

Lea had never seen the man's brother before, but the man himself... he was a unique personality that she appreciated in her hum-drum life. It also had something to do with the fact that he was also a terribly shameless flirt and even though she knew that he never really meant any of the moves he put on her, she always felt a little bit more sexy and beautiful every time he did. This feeling was made even more obvious due to the fact that now that she was becoming a specialist for demon hunters, she saw less and less female patients and was always surrounded by male testosterone from the predominantly male industry of demon hunters. Consequently, because she faced more males than females in her daily routine nowadays, Lea had seen less and less need to dress up every day and now appeared at work with whatever she found in her cupboard, not even bothering if they didn't match sometimes.

"Welcome back." Lea answered her regular customer with a smile on her face that was half professional, half genuine. While she didn't exactly have romantic feelings for the man, she always enjoyed it whenever he came around because he always had a crazy story or two to tell her while he did the check-up. Even among the stories that she had heard from casual conversation with all her patients, she would admit that Dante Sparda had the weirdest and craziest ones –mainly because he was a magnet for trouble.