Fate ch32 (DMC classic) Reader/Vergil

Fate
Chapter 32: A Man of Many Faces

“Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.”  -Kahlil Gibran

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“I was curious if you were going to tell her of the curse or not.”

You jump from the sudden voice behind you. Quickly spinning around on your feet, your eyes stop on Gilver who stands between you and the stairs. Vergil is unmoving, not caring enough to so much as acknowledge Gilver’s presence in the room.

“Wait, you knew of this curse thing to?” You question.

“I have.” Gilver admits, his gaze holding steadily on you. His eyes always changed when looking at you. You can’t put your finger on the right words to describe it though. His gaze is softer and gentler; almost loving in a way. Yet it’s always shrouded in a layer of sorrow which he attempts to cover up and hide behind sharp, soul piercing eyes.

“So both of you knew about this for a long time and yet neither of you thought to perhaps enlighten me sooner?” Your agitation can not only be heard in your tone but can be seen on your face as your brows draw together and a frown paints your lips.

“It had never been problematic until recently. Until that book the two of you found fell in the hands of a powerful devil.” Gilver explains.

So the whole reason you’re listed as number one on the demon hit list is because of something you did five years ago? If you and Vergil had never gone to that creepy mansion; if you had never went off and found that book in that desk and gave it to Vergil then you would still be living the same life you have been for five years? A knot ties itself in your stomach. You might as well of signed your own death wish. You can picture it now, ‘Dear demons come and kill me because I’m an ignorant airhead that knows nothing about nothing. Will even give you crazy power upon my death; with love, idiotic human girl.’  

Yet, despite the sickening feeling in your gut for getting yourself into this mess to start with, there’s something else there as well. A part of you, bigger than you want to admit, is happy that the book was found and that things have turned out as they did. It takes you a moment to realize that the reason for this twisted happiness is because of him. Vergil had come back to you because of the curse and demons after your life. You hadn’t realized how much you truly missed the cold hearted bastard until that moment at the park when he took off that mask. You remember how it felt like your heart stopped and tried to beat out of your chest all at the same time. If there is a silver lining in this mess, then it’s Vergil.

“So what’s our next move? Go after this devil? We don’t really know where or who he is though. Besides, won’t the bracelet become a bigger issue if we do? I mean, he’s thrown this many of his demons at us and I doubt there’s going to be a shortage of them. I’m not doubting either of your abilities but won’t fighting a horde of demons, this devil and keeping Vergil’s devil from slicing me in two with the bracelet all be a little much at the same time?”

“She.” Gilver says.

“Huh?” You raise a brow confused.

“The devil that possesses the book and seeks to end your life is female.” Gilver corrects.

“Her name is Lorelei.” Vergil speaks up but still does not move his gaze from outside the dark window. “She was once one of Mundus’ trusted generals. After his defeat she sought to take his place and rule over the demon world unchallenged. In her rise to power she assumed much of that which previously was under Mundus’ control, including countless demons.”

There they go again not telling you things unless they deem it absolutely necessary for you to know.  You do your best to bite back your frustrated anger. Then again, what where they supposed to do? You can’t really see Vergil showing up out of the blue and say ‘My devil is trying to kill you through the bracelet I gave you five years ago with the intent to protect your sorry butt. Oh by the way, you have this whole life long curse thing going on. And remember that book we got way back then? Surprise! It goes into detail about the curse and this powerful devil bitch has it and seeks to gain control over the demon world with power; power that she can easily get from your curse by killing you. Ps, I’m not dead’

Instead of putting all of this on you at once they gave you a little time to absorb and accept everything in bite sized pieces. At least that’s what you’re going with because it’s so much nicer to believe that rather then they’re both just really big assholes.  You like to think that after everything the two of you have been through, that you’re past the stage where Vergil’s an ass to you without a really damn good reason.

“So…what? Are we going to go after Lorelei? Cause this brings me back to the whole bracelet, demon horde issue I brought up before we started our gender debate.”

“I shall escort you to a safe house. Then I’ll confront and deal with Lorelei.” Gilver states, no doubt that was his plan from the beginning when he took you from the hospital. “Son of Sparda, you are not needed.”

Vergil finally turns on his feet at face Gilver. His pale blue eyes are not the same ones he gazed at you with only minutes ago when it was just the two of you. No, his glare is cold, sharp, and commanding; daring any who enter its sight to challenge him.

“She stays with me. It is you who is unneeded scum.” Though his face is unreadable, and the glare he’s shooting Gilver is like staring into the eyes of death itself, it’s Vergil’s tone that frightens you. In all of the time you have spent with him, never have you heard him sound so…so…what words can accurately describe such a thing? Terrifying? Spine-chilling? Unnerving? All the words you can think of only seem to be putting it lightly. Even if it’s not directed towards you, you can feel your body wanting to tremble and goose bumps rise to the surface of your skin. It’s only when your lungs start to complain that you realize that you have been holding your breath. You fight the urge of your legs wanting to give out beneath you. Never have you been more horrified of Vergil then you are right now.

Despite everything, Gilver seems unimpressed by Vergil’s threat. Wither he truly is no intimidated or if he’s just really good at hiding it is something up for debate.  “You may have her fooled Son of Sparda, but I can see right through to your true intent. You are known throughout the demon world for being power hungry.  You have gained this girl’s trust, now you wait to end her life to gain power that rivals your father’s.”

“Just as you are a coward hiding behind a fake identity.”

Despite the lingering fear, you know you have to do something. If these two go at it here and now then Delia will be more then displeased when her store and home are nothing more than a pile of rubble in the morning. So you do the first thing that comes to your mind. You try to change the tense atmosphere with a question. After all the only time the two of them seem to stand each other at least a little is when they’re enlightening you. So you ask.

“What do you mean by a fake identity?”

Vergil leaves your side and moves past Gilver to the steps. You assume he’s leaving it to Gilver to explain but pauses at the base of the stairs. “Long ago when I had need to conceal my identity I used the name ‘Gilver’. I also dressed in a suit and hid my face with bandages.” Without any further explanation or interest, Vergil ascends the stairs and disappears into the dark upstairs hallway without a single sound.  

Neither you nor Gilver speak and the darkened room fills with a deafening silence. Minute after minute ticks by as the two of you stare at each other. You want to know and he is reluctant to tell you. Finally he breaths a deep audible sigh, walks over to the chair Delia had instructed you to when you first arrived, and sits down as if bracing himself of sorts.

Reaching up with a hand, Gilver slowly unwraps the bandages concealing his face. Little by little the man beneath is revealed. Black wavy hair flows down framing his face and comes to a stop resting on his shoulders. His skin is pale, almost sickly white which strongly contrasts with his dark hair. His face, although very handsome, is littered with scars all over. Some are faint and small, barely visible unless you really look. Others are large and promenade, spanning the length of his face. What catches and keeps your gaze however, are his eyes. Unlike their normal, everyday, previous appearance they have changed. When exactly, you didn’t notice, to focused on the removal of bandages. His eyes are cat-like, golden yellow and seem to glow slightly in the darkness of the room.

“Y-you’re a demon?” You’re more surprised than you are scared.

“No.” He states quietly. “Those werewolves you previously spoke of. Long ago, they were my family. I am one of them.”

“You’re a…” You try to process what he’s telling you.

“Yes.” He quickly answers your unfinished question as if he doesn’t want to hear in the open air what he is.

“Then…” Realization hits you like a truck or perhaps a train. “I’m so sorry. Your family…they’re…because of me…” Sure they tried to kill you with poison and betray Vergil, but in after all this time looking back, they were hurting for the death of that little girl. She didn’t have to die, but did because you made a mistake. Sure kidnapping and poisoning you was crazy and ended up only leading to their death at the hands of Vergil, but deep in the twisted darkness of their reasoning, you can kind of see their point of view.

“You needn’t apologize. I separated myself from them long ago.”

“Even still, they were your family once.” You frown.

“I admit I would be lying if I said it didn’t hurt. However, I have experienced far greater pain then the loss of them.”

“If you’re name isn’t Gilver, then what is it? Why would a werewolf be interested in helping someone who killed their family?”

“You wish to know.” It’s not a question, more that he saw this coming. “Very well, it is only fair that you of all people hear the truth. My name is Zaide.”