Fate ch27 (DMC classic) Reader/Vergil

Fate
Chapter 27: What Once Was Lost

“The people who are meant to be in your life will always gravitate back towards you, no matter how far they wander.”
-Unknown


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A strong, sharp gust of wind cuts across the park when the swords are only a foot or so from you. You blink, confused, as the swords shatter into crystalized fragments which fall onto the grass. You stumble back a few steps in surprise, Gilver rushing over to your side. Your focus changes from the broken red crystals littering the grass to look up at the man standing next to you. Gilver however doesn’t return the gesture. Instead, his eyes are fiercely focused on something across the park on the direction the strong gust came from. Following his gaze your eyes stop and lock onto an approaching figure.

The figure in question is a man slightly taller than Gilver. While this man too wears a black suit his face is hidden behind a dark blue mask that resembles a devil. His hand is tightly gripped around a large sword as he comes at a halt a few feet away. Gilver moves, placing himself between this masked man and you with his daggers at the ready to fight this stranger off at any moment.

“Leave.” Gilver warns with an even, cold voice. You don’t know anything about Gilver aside from his name, but you do know that, that was going to be his only warning.

“You’re in my way.” Your heart stops and fear courses through your body. The tone of the stranger is so bone chilling cold and intimidating it makes Gilver’s warning seem like baby talk, which is a remarkable feat.

A groan catches your ears and you turn to look in time to see Aaron stiffly walking over towards you, his eyes darting between Gilver and the stranger. “Are you okay?!” You meet him halfway worried that he’s badly hurt.

“Yeah, I think so.” He murmurs and rubs the back of his head. “What about you?”

“I’m fine.” You spread your arms out slightly as if to prove to him that you really are undamaged.

A deep sigh of relief leaves his lips as his warm eyes stare into your own. Reassured that Aaron isn’t hurt, you turn your full attention back to the stare down between Gilver and the stranger. Neither have moved from where they stood; the tension only building between the two. Gilver continues his steady, threatening stare upon the stranger, eyes unwavering. The mysterious masked man however isn’t returning Gilver’s gaze. Instead, the stranger’s eyes are locked on you and every little movement you make. Every rise and fall of your chest as you breath in and out, how you shift your weight nervously as you inch closer to Aaron unaware that you are even doing so. No one little thing escapes this man’s piercing eyes.

After what feels like hours or perhaps even days the stranger once again starts to walk forward, not concerned with Gilver in the least bit, as if he’s not even there at all. The masked man’s destination obvious as he begins his approach on you; eyes still ever locked onto your form as he does so. A blur of black and white appear before you and it takes you a second to realize that the blur is Gilver who has once again placed himself between you and the masked stranger.

Though he’s trying his best to remain unfazed when the masked man’s eyes shoot to him in a glare so intimidating and frostbitten cold that you doubt death itself could manage such a look, you can tell that the look unnerves Gilver by how his body tenses.

“You will not have her.” Gilver’s voice hard and authoritative.

“You know who I am,” The masked man starts as if board by Gilver. “You know you cannot defeat me.”

Gilver’s grip on his daggers tighten, but he doesn’t budge an inch, refusing to step away and allow this stranger to approach you. “Yes, I know who you are. I know what you are and because of that I cannot step back even if I know your strength outweighs my own.”

You turn your eyes from Gilver’s back to stare through the holes in the strangers mask and gaze into his eyes. Everything around you goes forgotten as you stare into the man’s eyes. He seems familiar and yet a complete stranger. Like a part of you is terrified of this unknown man and is sending warning bells shooting off in your head. But at the same time a part of you wants to look deeper, is trying to, in search of…something. What that something is, you have no idea. The man’s eyes dart over to stare back at you like frozen ponds. You can’t look away. Apart of you wants so desperately to, but you just can’t.

“You’re supposed to be dead, elder son of Sparda.” Gilver’s voice and the ice blue of the strangers eyes hit you like a truck, or perhaps a train.

Your eyes widen and your heart races as you step forwards to stand next to Gilver. “V-Vergil?” Your voice comes out shaky but you don’t even notice. You’re too distracted staring at the masked man waiting for some sort of answer rather it is a positive one or negative. The masked man doesn’t answer; he only continues to gaze at you with his frozen blue eyes. After a few minutes that seemed to be frozen in time, the mysterious man reaches up with his free hand, not gripped onto his sword, and removes his mask, letting it fall from his hand to the ground by his feet. And standing there, eyes still locked onto you, is Vergil.

The world around you becomes almost nonexistent. Gilver, Aaron, the demon blood pooled around your feet in the grass, the wrecked car, even the pedestrians slowly approaching the area to investigate and the sirens approaching in the distance all go unnoticed by you. Not even aware of your own actions, you slowly take a step forward, and then another. A hand shoots out and suddenly seizes your wrist, stopping you from getting any closer to Vergil. Following the hand to its owner your eyes settles on Gilver. He doesn’t look at you, only pulls you gently back and stepping between you and Vergil once more. The action causes Vergil to shoot Gilver another death glare, almost challenging him to continue to stand in Vergil’s way.

“You will not have her.” Gilver’s voice, though cold, is calm given the situation. “There isn’t a demon alive that doesn’t know of you son of Sparda; of your true intentions. You desire only power and will do anything to achieve it. You would destroy this whole world if it meant that you could gain even a fraction of power from doing so. Given the current situation I really shouldn’t have been surprised that you would have appeared. The authenticity of your death has always been questioned. I don’t know how she knows you, but I will not allow her to blindly follow you as you lead her to her death. Not with the secret being slipped as it is.”

“What’s going on?” Aaron questions coming to stand next to you, yet your eyes never leave Vergil. Gilver thinks Vergil is going to kill you? Why would he do that? Something about gaining power? What could anyone gain from killing little old you? You bite your lip in thought. Yes, Vergil is dangerous. You’ve seen how easily he can kill pretty much anything five years ago. He wouldn’t kill you though would he? After all if he wanted to kill you for some benefit then wouldn’t he of done so five years ago? He had plenty of opportunity to. Instead of killing you or letting you die, he instead saved you, going out of his way to do so on a few occasions. Vergil won’t kill you. But…then again a lot can change in five years. Perhaps in that time Vergil has changed as well and now he really does want to kill you for some unknown reason.

At the same time, how trust worth is Gilver? You know Vergil, or at least you used to. But you know nothing about Gilver. Sure he’s saved you from those demons and from the car crash. But who’s to say he’s not the bad guy here trying to convince you he’s good and that Vergil is bad so that he can kill you himself later? He didn’t save Aaron from the car wreck like he did you, but you doubt that Vergil would have either in the same situation. This is a gamble and a big one at that. You can either stay with Gilver and may end up dead, go with Vergil and end up dead or just walk away from both of them and end up dead from either a demon attack or the damn bracelet. In a sea of all these unknowns you feel like you’re drowning. The only thing you have to stay afloat may actually bring about your death, but if you don’t try to cling to it then you’ll drown for sure.

You place a hand on Gilver’s arm as you walk past him to keep him from moving in front of you or pushing you behind him again. “If Vergil has come here for me then I’m going with him.”

You can feel Gilver tense at your words, clearly not approving of your decision. “Are you certain?”

“Yes,” Your voice is clear with no hesitation. Your mind is made up and that’s that. “I trust Vergil. If he went out of his way to come here then it’s for a damn good reason.”
“Very well then.” Gilver gives in before stashing his daggers once more within his dress coat. “But I will be accompanying you. I will not leave you defenseless against this power hungry devil.”

“Um?” Aaron questions once more confused.

You turn to him and offer an apologetic look. “I’ll explain later I promise.” Now isn’t the time to tell Aaron that Vergil is the guy from five years ago that you told him about. So far you’ve been able to deflect his questions on what happened back then and why you had to go with Vergil. Not wanting to lie but also not wanting to tell him about the existence of demons. The sirens draw closer and closer and you know it’s time to go. The police are still slightly questioning if you were the one who killed your dad and ran from the scene of the crime. To be caught now by a wrecked car surrounded by blood wouldn’t lessen their suspicion that’s for sure and you doubt Vergil or Gilver have the patience to deal with questioning police. They very well may end up killing the law enforcers out of annoyance.

“Let’s go.” Vergil’s voice is commanding, as he glances off in the direction of the sirens proving your theory correct. Your hand slides into Aaron’s and without a word the three of you follow Vergil out of the park and off into the city. Your destination, once again, is unknown.