Vergil's OneShots (DMC Fanfiction)

A Whole New (Demonic) World (Part Two)

A/N: A little bit late, but more Vergil in this part.

[A Whole New (Demonic)World (Part Two)]

Felice wasn't sure why something like this was happening, but the selection process –which was supposed to be normal with princesses vying for the attention of a mysterious prince who had yet to show his face to anyone –was all going straight down to hell. Firstly it had been the rat incident, and now things had gotten much more serious.

"Princess Felice Wittengein, you are hereby ordered by the authority of King Sparda to remain in your room until an official is sent to question you with regards to the poisonings. You may receive audience only from your kingdom's representative. If you attempt to leave the room, you will be deemed the culprit and put through trial. Do you acknowledge your orders, Princess Felice Wittengein?" The King's adviser, a tall handsome-looking middle-aged man who had also been at the interview round the day before, announced while reading the paper he had brought into the room with him. It most likely bore the King's orders, and Felice didn't want to try challenging the order given to her so directly.

"I understand." Felice barely remembered to bow politely as the man left the room once his announcement was done, leaving her alone in the guest room assigned to her. She had no doubt that outside the door now would be guards stationed outside, waiting to catch her if she ever tried escaping. She wasn't sure if anyone would be keeping an eye on her window, but she wasn't going to tempt luck. While she had a very bad feeling twisting in her gut that had begun ever since she was informed about everything that was going on, Felice was not guilty enough to try escaping.

She could only pray that the Sparda Throne was kind to facts and was not looking for a scapegoat to blame for the whole terrible situation. The situation itself was hard to explain.

It seemed as if overnight a large majority of the princesses who had reported to Limbo for the running to be the next Queen had been badly poisoned. Only a small handful of princesses –Felice included –had been unaffected and it was understandable that she, along with the others, were placed under suspicion immediately for trying to sabotage their competitors. Felice knew that she hadn't done anything of the sort and that her conscience was clear as glass, but somehow could not shake the bad feeling in her guts that something would happen to her regardless.

She wasn't sure how long she spent pacing around her room, fretting about things she could not help with, until the doors opened. Worry was so heavy within her that she managed to forget everything that had happened just the day before when Vezir walked in and made sure that the door behind him was locked carefully.

"Vezir, how is the current situation?" She asked desperately, running up to the man.

"For god's sake, you are pretending to be a princess. Put some makeup on that bruise on your face, and don't you dare let anyone see that ugly face of yours with that thing there." The man's disgusted reply came as he pushed her aside roughly to take a seat in the couch in the middle of her large guest room that was meant to receive visitors.

"I am not allowed to go out of the room. I cannot meet anyone except you and whoever who will come to interrogate me about the incident." Felice rushed to take the seat opposite Vezir. "How is the situation? How are the other princesses?"

"They will survive." The man answered roughly. "I want to make you the next Queen of Limbo, not start a war with the other kingdoms by killing their princesses."

"Thank goodness they will-" Felice began, then processed the words in her head. "Wait, do you mean that you were the one who poisoned the others?"

"Of course." Vezir rolled his eyes as if he expected any 4 year old to come up with the same answer. "I told you that I was going to take things in my own hands. I made sure that there were some other princesses who escaped the poisoning so that the whole thing won't look too suspicious on you. It was hard to find other candidates who were doing worse than you, but you better thank your lucky stars that I found some. One of them has a secret lover, another was already married once and the third has the ugliest face I have ever seen. I thought you were the ugliest, but she won the prize. You better thank your father when you go back for giving you some genes at least to avoid looking like that."