Vergil's OneShots (DMC Fanfiction)

Mama

A/N: I hope that everyone is doing well.

[Mama]

When Vergil opened the door to answer the ring of the doorbell, he was completely taken aback by the sight of the person who stood on the other side of that door.

It was extremely hard to take a veteran demon hunter like Vergil Sparda by complete and stunned surprise, and the woman who stood there with a slightly uncertain and confused smile somehow managed to do it without even starting out with the intention of doing so.

"Hello." Her voice was exactly like how he remembered hers to be, the very same caliber of genteel that he never knew he had missed so much until he heard it again. "I know this is a strange thing to say to a stranger upon meeting, but you look really familiar. Do I know you?"

Vergil found that his voice could not come out no matter how much his mouth opened and closed. He had quite literally lost his voice from the shock of seeing the woman standing on the other side of the doorway, looking perfectly fine, and not a day older since the last time he saw her. It could simply not be possible. With manners gone from his head, he unwrapped his fingers from the doorknob, reached forwards slowly and grabbed a limp forearm, expecting his fingers to go through air.

But no, his fingers met resistance. Warm but soft resistance. Resistance of the skin, muscles, flesh and bones beneath it all.

"Um, please let go." The woman said uncomfortably, and Vergil was suddenly struck with the crazy anxiety that he might have hurt her unknowingly that he immediately withdrew his hand as if it he had touched acid, stepping back to give her even more space despite the fact that they were already in good conversational distance.

"I'm actually a little lost." The woman admitted, still holding on to the uncertain look, but seemingly a bit more apprehensive after Vergil's sudden movements. "You see, I woke up and I didn't know where I was. I was on a bed in a broken down and abandoned house, and there were pictures of me and my family. I think it was supposed to be my home, but it became abandoned and torn. Anyway, I was confused and was walking out of that mess when someone passing by the place told me that he had a mission for me. He was talking to me about hunting demons, and he called me Trish. When I told him I didn't know what he was talking about, he told me to come here and find the proprietors, and they would set me right. He gave me directions and left. Are you able to help me?"

"D-Do..." Vergil couldn't believe his reality so much that he actually accidentally bit his own tongue in his tentative question. "Do you remember anything?"

"Not much, actually. I remember putting my children to sleep last night, kissing my husband a good night, then going to sleep myself. There was nothing out of the ordinary, then when I woke up, I was in that abandoned house." She answered, pulling her shawl closer around her shoulders and successfully making her look more vulnerable than she already was.

"T-That was not last night anymore." Vergil shook his head slowly, his mouth becoming dry. "What you are describing was thirty years ago."

"Thirty years?" The woman repeated, her expression one of stunned shock similar to his. "You're saying that I was asleep for thirty years?"

"I'm not sure if asleep is the correct word, because I was quite sure that you had died..." Vergil started again, but recollected himself quickly. "Come in. We will talk sitting. There's someone who will definitely like to meet you too."

"I'm not sure if I should..." The woman still had caution at the front of her mind despite the fact that she had wandered out of what was supposed to be her house confused and followed the instruction of a random passerby all the way here to the Devil May Cry joint.