Vergil's OneShots (DMC Fanfiction)

Angel's Jealousy

A/N: Officially an unemployed member of my society, but if writing could be my employment, that would so nice.

Angel's Jealousy

Personality: Post-DMC4/Pre-DMC 5 Vergil

"Thanks, Elyon! You are the best angel out there!" Mora grinned at the angel who stood in the position of something like a brother. Blood ties were not a clear thing amongst her species, but if she had to give a human-term for the relationship between her and Elyon, that it would be a brother-sister one.

"Don't lose your soul." He bade as she waved, hand clutching her card that held the newest task.

"You too." Mora answered, and Elyon disappeared with a short puff of mist. Now that her companion was gone, Mora took a look back at her card more carefully now. It was the newest task; the newest soul to guide to the Afterlife.

Angels did not need to know directions to human destinations, because she focused on the words written on her card –knowing that it was a name of a certain place, certain street, certain city, certain country –and teleported. Her powers did not fail her, and she appeared on the walkway of a semi-busy street, a small crowd gathering diagonally in front of her. Her attention was not on the crowd, but on the one very confused and very ignored individual standing at the edge of the crowd.

"Hello, Tristan Morellis." Mora said in her friendly tone. Humans had many stories and images about Death, and it had at one point been an inconvenient obstacle in her job scope until she found out the best way to deal with newly-dead souls. "Will you come with me?"

"You can see me?" Tristan's reply was full of surprise, and even Mora had to admit that it was quite a waste to see such resplendent features sent away from this world. Still, the Master had a plan for everyone, and Mora was just a small cog in this clock. She had to turn to make things work, and she didn't want to question things more than necessary.

"I am the only one who can see you." Mora confirmed what the poor soul must have been flustering about. "I think you are smart enough to understand what has happened, right?"

"B-B-But it was all so sudden!" Tristan turned back to the crowd in horror. Humans were funny like that. Young or old; all of them always complained that their time was too short, that the death had come too sudden, without warning, had no mental preparation... All of such words had been repeated many times for Mora, but Elyon had explained to her that time was a concept that only humans understood, so it was hard for angels like them to interpret what was 'long' and 'short' in terms of time.

"I'm sorry that you died, Tristan." Mora said, something she had learnt to say after witnessing many souls freaking out and refusing to cooperate with her. "But you have to move on. I'm here to help you take the next step, to give you the courage to walk onwards."

"I don't want to! I want to go back!" Because souls didn't have a physical flesh body, they could not actually shed water. But Mora was sure that if Tristan had a physical body now, he would be leaking from the eyes –and possibly the nose.

"I'm sorry, but I won't be nice and try to coax you. We have to go, because angels are busy collecting souls, and I don't want to be accused of slacking on my job." Mora said, closing her hand firmly over Tristan's wrist and pulling with the strength of an angel.

Because neither of them possessed a true physical body, they found it absolutely easy to walk through the many obstacles in their path as Mora dragged the both of them in a beeline towards the nearest portal to the Haven, where his identity would be confirmed, and Mora would get another job done. Tristan himself was putting up some resistance, but after going through many many souls, Mora –and many other angels –had learnt that not every soul could be persuaded by words to walk through the portal by themselves. Force was sometimes needed, because human souls had emotions that made them drag their heels.