O Fortuna (Vergil x Reader - Devil May Cry)

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Gosh, again, so very sorry for the delay!!! Stuff happens but, well, too long to explain xDD

Warnings: Unbetaed work. English is not my native language. Sexual content. OoC. Power imbalance. Misogyny. The views depicted in this story in no way represent the author's ideas in real life. If you don't feel comfortable with the topics of this fic, please, abstain from reading any further or commenting. You've been warned.

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Chapter III

"I'll say it again; I have no idea what you're talking about."

Your voice was uncharacteristically calm, considering your unfortunate circumstances and the fact that you had no way to turn the tide in your favor. The truth was, you were trying so damn hard not to give your emotions away but it was proving to be more difficult than you'd imagined. Perhaps even futile.

Aeneas's cool stare lingered on your troubled eyes for a moment and, somehow, you knew that he had seen right through your facade of pretense. This man had turned out to be more astute than expected and deceiving him wouldn't be easy— if possible, at all. Yet you still tried to mislead him, even when he was certain that you were the princess he was looking for and nothing could change his mind.

"Do you take me for a fool?" he sounded irked by your words, and your nonchalant attempt to deny the truth.

He wasn't expecting for you to readily admit it, was he?

"Make of that what you will. I don't give a damn, to be honest." There you went again, with your insufferable mouth! You had to mentally face-palm yourself, knowing that once more you were being this stubborn woman who didn't want to yield.

In a way, he was right. A smarter woman would have acted accordingly to the situation and tried to take advantage of it, but you were bent on making a point— on showing him that he couldn't exert any control over you. Of course, that was just wishful thinking on your part. The reality was very different and your life probably wasn't even yours anymore. It was a truth you refused to accept, no matter what.

Turning you around in his arms, Aeneas still held you against him— despite your obvious discomfort and your constant struggle. Oh, how you wished he would stop manhandling you already! Being so close to him was affecting you in ways you couldn't, and feared, to comprehend. Never before had you dealt with someone like him and suspecting his less than decent intentions didn't help matters, at all. It made his touch burn, the more certain thoughts kept invading your mind— thoughts that had to be whispers of demons.

He was doing it on purpose, molesting you for the sake of his wicked pleasure. What a hateful man.

"Mind your tone with me. Have you forgotten who I am? You may be of royal blood but against me you hold no power."

His blue eyes narrowed as you pushed him away, eager to get his hands off you. This time you succeeded in breaking free and put as much distance as you could between you two. Without wasting another second, you fixed the cloth tightly around your torso so it wouldn't fall off. Heavens forbid that you would go through such a humiliating display of nudity.

"You're mistaken in your assumptions. I am not the princess!"

Somehow, your pathetic endeavors to deny the obvious seemed to amuse him endlessly. Pacing around you again, Aeneas seemed intent in showing that he was a dangerous predator ready to pounce on you—his not so unsuspecting victim— at any time.

"You were supposed to deliver a letter with the royal seal, which now is in my possession, requesting support to your allies. Will you try to deny that, as well?"