Vergil's OneShots (DMC Fanfiction)

Part Of Your World

A/N: A slightly demonic twist to another children's tale. Do note that I based this off the original Hans Christian Anderson version and not the Disney version (though there are certainly hints of the Disney version in this story).

[Part Of Your World]

Personality: Post-DMC4SE/ Pre-DMC5 Vergil

"Look at this stuff." Axel gestured to her room full of her proud collections, a grin displayed on her face. "Isn't it neat?"

Her friend took a cursory glance at the trinkets that she had collected over the years, from the missions that she had been dispatched on endlessly. The face of confusion that drew on his face shortly after was something Axel had slowly gotten used to. It was time that she accepted the fact that there was no demon anywhere else in Hell who had a burning interest about the workings of human society, of the things and technology that the physically-inferior humans were capable of. Nobody in Hell shared Axel's curiosity and desire to learn.

"S-Sure, Axel." Flint answered with an unsure expression, stepping in carefully as if afraid that something might explode from the precious treasures that Axel had carefully collected and displayed on the shelves all along the walls of her room.

"Look at this." She rushed to the shelf nearest to her bed, grabbing the small item and running back to where Flint had stopped after only one step into the room. She bravely pressed the button on the front of the small device, showing the lit up surface to her friend. "This is what the humans use to communicate with each other over long distances. It's called a 'phone'!"

Dropping the device on the soft cushioning on her bed, she rushed to the shelf nearest to them and grabbed the cylindrical item, brandishing it to her friend. "This is what the humans use to collect and hold water for sustenance! It looks exactly like our container for souls, but they use this to hold water! Look at this, they press this button, and this thing pops out for them to put their mouth here and they drink from here. Isn't this amazing?"

"Y-Yes... Is this what you have been collecting all this time? Taking these as trophies after killing those humans?" Flint's eyes continued to wander around carefully, still looking cautious. "Isn't this enough?"

"Enough?" Axel replaced the item back on the shelf carefully. "This is no big deal. I want more. I want to be where the humans are. I want to see them; see them living their lives. With their technology and their thinking, and how they use their brains to get past their natural barriers. They are such an interesting species with all the things that they make!"

"You want to live with them?" Flint repeated, taken aback.

"I only tell you this because you are my best partner, Flint. The humans are amazing; so much more interesting than us demons! If I could get the chance to be a human for a while... what would I give to spend a day learning all the things they do at the place they call a school!"

"You are a demon, Axel! You are Mundus's best creation, and you want to be with humans? Listen to yourself!"

"Don't you have even just a little bit of curiosity about them? How they create all these things to make their short lives easier? We get what we want as long as we kill enough humans, we change our powers and abilities on a whim whenever we are bored with what we have! Don't you want to know how the humans deal with whatever they have –given from the adults they call parents –and live with it for the rest of their lives?"

"You better stop dreaming. You are a demon. They will never accept you in their folds once they find out. Just continue collecting your treasures and doing what you were created to do. I don't want to lose you just because of your foolish dreams." Flint shook his head in judgement.