Vergil's OneShots (DMC Fanfiction)

The New Devil

A/N: This story was written in very close resemblance to Lucifer, the TV Series. I do not own any characters from that franchise; I just wanted to try having the DMC characters interact with the idea of Lucifer as the Devil. I am not particularly satisfied with how this turned out, and thus will upload 2 chapters this week to make up for this lacklustre one. Still, I hope to receive comments whether you liked, or not liked this short story.

[The New Devil]

Personality: Post-DMC4SE/Pre-DMC5 Vergil

A well-dressed man in a crisp suit and sensible dress shoes stepped from the subway, tugging his suit lightly to straighten the creases. He had taken it off during the short quickie session on the train, but in the process of taking it off it must have gotten some unfortunate folds. Still, his appearance was to his satisfaction as he looked around him with the novelty of a tourist. It made sense; this was his first time around here and he was curious about how his new home was going to be like.

"Excuse me. I was wondering if you could help me." He stopped a passing woman with his velvet voice, stunning her into a charmed smile. He was glad that his charms were working. They were an important tool in his new line of trade after all.

"What can I help you with? I'll do anything." The woman in her mid-thirties (by his best guess), smiled widely at him, clearly charmed.

"I don't need as far as 'anything'. Do you know the way to Hell?"

"Hell?" She repeated, looking confused for a moment.

"Yes, Hell." He confirmed, still not letting his smile waver.

"Ah, you mean the nightclub! For a moment there, I thought you meant the real Hell. You know, the place with the fire and tortured souls..."

"Oh no, I'm definitely looking for the nightclub. Why would I want to go to a place with fire and tortured souls?" He laughed along with her.

"Awfully early for today's party in Hell, aren't you?"

"You can consider me quite late for yesterday's party." He answered back charmingly. "Now, where can I find my road to Hell? I was told by a nice young lady earlier in the subway to get off at this stop."

He kindly neglected to say that that nice young lady had screamed it to him when he brought her to the climax of their sexual encounter.

"It's just down this street. You'll come by a tall white building. Hell is quite impossible to miss." The helpful passer-by-lady answered, and he answered in his charming way before walking off. He didn't want to make too much trouble before getting his bearings and surroundings scoped out yet. He needed to be as safe and normal as he possibly could until he was sure of things.

The road to Hell was short, and soon he found himself standing at its gates. He wasn't surprised at all to find a line of poor souls already waiting for the gates of Hell to open for them. Unfortunately, he was not one of them as he approached the bouncer at the front and gave his name. When his name could not be found on the guest list, he suggested the bouncer look a little harder, and that there should be an interesting mark beside his name.

He laughed lightly when he finally found his name on the list, with a little skull and crossbones attached beside it. The owner of Hell definitely had an interesting sense of humour, and he silently approved of it as he found himself waved inside. The doors opened to heart-pounding, soul-shaking music blasting, and the fading light of the late evening was completely swallowed as he walked through the doors to Hell into a darkness that he knew he would get used to sooner or later.

He took his time for a short walk to enjoy the interior design as his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the corridor of entrance. He had been expecting something slightly cheesy –given that the place had been named Hell –but was pleasantly surprised to find a sense of class in the interior design. The corridor quickly opened to the main dance floor, and inside was already a crowd of men and women rubbing each other under the excuse of dancing, clothes losing themselves magically.