Vergil'sBitch
I am Nero's Mom & Obsessed fan girl
Chapter 1
Hoot... hoot....hoot...hoooot
"More owls!" Lore thought to herself.
It was another cold night and the owls were probably at again creating more baby owls. Lore appreciated the fact that owls had to breed to survive, but it was every night.
She sighed heavily.
Years had passed and Lore now live in a cottage in the wood. Nice location, but big bugs.
City life got to her, so Lore decided to go traveling. Two years she spent traveling abroad. Through all of the food poisoning, she carried on regardless. Traveling eventually got to her, so she went back home. Lore left the City for good a few months later.
She decided to go traveling again, but just around the country. The thought of going abroad again wasn't very... appealing.
Lore felt uncomfortable everywhere she went. Most of the time she felt empty. Ever since her last meeting with Vergil, she felt dead inside. Her eyesight had changed a lot. She could see properly and see aura's.
On her travels, Lore found a rundown cottage in the middle of a woodland. It was remote and no one was around. She had to try and settle somewhere, but would this be it?
Three miles by road there was a village. She looked around at the people when she got into the village. To her surprise, every house was inhabited by a demon. The village was called 'Anagenesis"
She got permission to renovate the cottage from the villagers and they all helped her. They got her furniture, paint, wires to re-wire the whole cottage and other little bits as well.
All of the work was done within a month as Lore had hardly slept. She also repaired the outside of the cottage with plaster and cement. After the work was finished, one of the villagers dropped off a present. It was a blue motorbike. The villager could no longer use it as she was expecting a baby.
Lore took care of the bike, and drove it into the village whenever she wanted stuff.
Now, a year on, and Lore was sat on the porch of the cottage listening to owls mating.
"GREAT!" She said to herself.
She put her hand on her chest, near to her heart and closed her eyes.
When she opened them, she got up, walked into the cottage and slammed the door.
Chapter 2.
The next morning Lore awoke to silence.
Normally, after listening to the owls the night before, she would be woken up by birds.
Birds of all shapes and sizes chirping, tweeting, crowing and cooing. However, this morning, it was strange.
Lore lay there thinking about how dark the sky looked when she was back in the flat on that day she and Vergil me,. and all of the strange coincidences that had occurred.
As much as Lore wanted to lay there and enjoy the silence, the whole thing just didn't feel right. So she got and had a shower. She wore by day, what she use to devil hunt in by night, except for a few changes. A long black coat, knee-high black boots which were now covered by her trousers and a white blouse with a black waist coat. He trousers and coat were made of a fake leather material.
Her waistcoat was made out of suede. Her new piece of wardrobe was a pair of long gloves. They almost came up to the shoulder, and only had the trigger finger and thumbs. She wore them to cover the flaking skin that had started to peel a few days ago.
Lore went downstairs and waited behind the front door. She took a deep breath and opened the front door.
There was nothing there. Apart from the trees, ground, grass, flowers. Even the sun was out. There was just no animals.
Lore went back indoors. She thought to herself, 'I hope there isn't another man involved if anything comes of this"
She walked to the kitchen and looked in the fridge. Not surprised by what she found... it was empty apart from a drop of stale milk in a carton.
Lore grabbed her helmet.
Attached to the cottage was a barn. Inside she stored the motorbike. She wheeled it out and drove off.
Chapter 3.
When Lore arrived at the village of Anagenisis, she parked her bike just around the corner from the grocery store. As she was about to go into the shop, something 'flew' across her path, followed by the words "AND DON'T COME BACK!!".
Lore looked towards the ground, the thing that flew out of the shop was a kid, about thirteen. He got up, took looked at Lore, She growled at him nastily, and he took off without looking back. As Lore went to open the door of the shop, Lore tutted to herself.
When she closed the shop door behind her she looked around to see if she could see the owner.
"Hello...Dimitri... are you here?" Lore called. She walked towards the counter. As soon as she got to the counter up popped a figure "Hello Lore... how are you?" It was Dimitri, but he was different.
"What happened to you?"
"I woke up like this two days ago ... and... here I am in devil form... I am okay though, don't worry."
"I take it you can't change back then?"
Dimitri... in human form was a short and fat little man with a bald head, which he desperately tried to hide with a poor excuse of a comb-over. His taste in clothes was pretty poor too. He usually wore a red Hawaiian shirt with yellow trees, black cord trousers and brown slippers. In devil form, he was red, and still short and fat, with black eyes. He had a strong eastern European accent.
"No... something is amiss. Rumor has it that the door to the demon world is open. It may explain a lot."
Lore was intrigued, "Explain what?"
"Well, why the rest of the villagers are afraid to venture out of their houses and why i cannot hear any wildlife"
"Of course," Lore said "If you're in demon form, so is everyone else. By the way, i should have said a long time ago that I knew you were all demons."
"We did suspect that you did know... but we know about you as well... sooo."
"What do you know about me?" Asked Lore
"Your Demonic heritage. We can smell the blood of your ancestors. You also have a smell that is very rare, no one else, apart from one person carries that... smell."
"Well, that one is dead." said Lore
"No..." replied Dimitri "Another still walks carrying that blood, but it is not who you are thinking of."
Lore was confused. They carried on talking whilst Lore collected her shopping, she mainly listened while Dimitri read the headlines in the paper and moaned about the articles. He also said that the kid that flew out of the shop was trying to steal stuff, unaware that Dimitri was in devil form. Dimitri picked the kid up and threw him out of the shop.
Lore payed for her items.
"Thank you for your custom." Said Dimitri with a grin.
"Bye Dimitri" Lore called as she left the shop.
As she left the shop, Dimitri's phone started to ring. The weirdest thing was, Dimitri had never a phone, until now. 'Another coincidence?' Lore thought.
Chapter 4.
Lore pulled up at the cottage and walked the bike back into the barn. She couldn't help thinking about what Dimitri said about another having the blood of Sparda. Obviously, she and Vergil hadn't had time to talk about the weather, let alone their families.
Something else that had bothered Lore was the fact that the door to the demon world was apparently open. She had to arm herself... just in case.
There was a trunk in the corner of her bedroom. Inside it she kept a Katana. It was black with a highly polished blade.
It wasn't Yamato, but it was still a blade.
Lore still carried her gun. Ever since Vergil told her about her heritage, Lore named the gun 'Damnation', which is how she felt when she found out about her demon heritage.
Although she practiced with the the katana, Lore had not 'bonded' with it. She even tried 'shedding' her own blood on it, like her ancestors did with 'damnation', but it didn't work. Lore tried to use it, but it made her think of Vergil and Yamato. She did carry it from time to time.
Lore picked up damnation and the katana and went back downstairs. She gripped the katana in her right hand and looked at it. Thousands of thoughts ran through her mind. Nothing she could make sense of. Lore placed the weapons down on the table in front of her sofa.
She went to the kitchen and grabbed a drink from the fridge and went back into the sitting room, She then flumped into a chair and looked at the sword while sipping at her drink.
Lore then placed her drink on the floor beside her.
She got very tired all of a sudden and drifted off into sleep.
Hoot... hoot....hoot...hoooot
"More owls!" Lore thought to herself.
It was another cold night and the owls were probably at again creating more baby owls. Lore appreciated the fact that owls had to breed to survive, but it was every night.
She sighed heavily.
Years had passed and Lore now live in a cottage in the wood. Nice location, but big bugs.
City life got to her, so Lore decided to go traveling. Two years she spent traveling abroad. Through all of the food poisoning, she carried on regardless. Traveling eventually got to her, so she went back home. Lore left the City for good a few months later.
She decided to go traveling again, but just around the country. The thought of going abroad again wasn't very... appealing.
Lore felt uncomfortable everywhere she went. Most of the time she felt empty. Ever since her last meeting with Vergil, she felt dead inside. Her eyesight had changed a lot. She could see properly and see aura's.
On her travels, Lore found a rundown cottage in the middle of a woodland. It was remote and no one was around. She had to try and settle somewhere, but would this be it?
Three miles by road there was a village. She looked around at the people when she got into the village. To her surprise, every house was inhabited by a demon. The village was called 'Anagenesis"
She got permission to renovate the cottage from the villagers and they all helped her. They got her furniture, paint, wires to re-wire the whole cottage and other little bits as well.
All of the work was done within a month as Lore had hardly slept. She also repaired the outside of the cottage with plaster and cement. After the work was finished, one of the villagers dropped off a present. It was a blue motorbike. The villager could no longer use it as she was expecting a baby.
Lore took care of the bike, and drove it into the village whenever she wanted stuff.
Now, a year on, and Lore was sat on the porch of the cottage listening to owls mating.
"GREAT!" She said to herself.
She put her hand on her chest, near to her heart and closed her eyes.
When she opened them, she got up, walked into the cottage and slammed the door.
Chapter 2.
The next morning Lore awoke to silence.
Normally, after listening to the owls the night before, she would be woken up by birds.
Birds of all shapes and sizes chirping, tweeting, crowing and cooing. However, this morning, it was strange.
Lore lay there thinking about how dark the sky looked when she was back in the flat on that day she and Vergil me,. and all of the strange coincidences that had occurred.
As much as Lore wanted to lay there and enjoy the silence, the whole thing just didn't feel right. So she got and had a shower. She wore by day, what she use to devil hunt in by night, except for a few changes. A long black coat, knee-high black boots which were now covered by her trousers and a white blouse with a black waist coat. He trousers and coat were made of a fake leather material.
Her waistcoat was made out of suede. Her new piece of wardrobe was a pair of long gloves. They almost came up to the shoulder, and only had the trigger finger and thumbs. She wore them to cover the flaking skin that had started to peel a few days ago.
Lore went downstairs and waited behind the front door. She took a deep breath and opened the front door.
There was nothing there. Apart from the trees, ground, grass, flowers. Even the sun was out. There was just no animals.
Lore went back indoors. She thought to herself, 'I hope there isn't another man involved if anything comes of this"
She walked to the kitchen and looked in the fridge. Not surprised by what she found... it was empty apart from a drop of stale milk in a carton.
Lore grabbed her helmet.
Attached to the cottage was a barn. Inside she stored the motorbike. She wheeled it out and drove off.
Chapter 3.
When Lore arrived at the village of Anagenisis, she parked her bike just around the corner from the grocery store. As she was about to go into the shop, something 'flew' across her path, followed by the words "AND DON'T COME BACK!!".
Lore looked towards the ground, the thing that flew out of the shop was a kid, about thirteen. He got up, took looked at Lore, She growled at him nastily, and he took off without looking back. As Lore went to open the door of the shop, Lore tutted to herself.
When she closed the shop door behind her she looked around to see if she could see the owner.
"Hello...Dimitri... are you here?" Lore called. She walked towards the counter. As soon as she got to the counter up popped a figure "Hello Lore... how are you?" It was Dimitri, but he was different.
"What happened to you?"
"I woke up like this two days ago ... and... here I am in devil form... I am okay though, don't worry."
"I take it you can't change back then?"
Dimitri... in human form was a short and fat little man with a bald head, which he desperately tried to hide with a poor excuse of a comb-over. His taste in clothes was pretty poor too. He usually wore a red Hawaiian shirt with yellow trees, black cord trousers and brown slippers. In devil form, he was red, and still short and fat, with black eyes. He had a strong eastern European accent.
"No... something is amiss. Rumor has it that the door to the demon world is open. It may explain a lot."
Lore was intrigued, "Explain what?"
"Well, why the rest of the villagers are afraid to venture out of their houses and why i cannot hear any wildlife"
"Of course," Lore said "If you're in demon form, so is everyone else. By the way, i should have said a long time ago that I knew you were all demons."
"We did suspect that you did know... but we know about you as well... sooo."
"What do you know about me?" Asked Lore
"Your Demonic heritage. We can smell the blood of your ancestors. You also have a smell that is very rare, no one else, apart from one person carries that... smell."
"Well, that one is dead." said Lore
"No..." replied Dimitri "Another still walks carrying that blood, but it is not who you are thinking of."
Lore was confused. They carried on talking whilst Lore collected her shopping, she mainly listened while Dimitri read the headlines in the paper and moaned about the articles. He also said that the kid that flew out of the shop was trying to steal stuff, unaware that Dimitri was in devil form. Dimitri picked the kid up and threw him out of the shop.
Lore payed for her items.
"Thank you for your custom." Said Dimitri with a grin.
"Bye Dimitri" Lore called as she left the shop.
As she left the shop, Dimitri's phone started to ring. The weirdest thing was, Dimitri had never a phone, until now. 'Another coincidence?' Lore thought.
Chapter 4.
Lore pulled up at the cottage and walked the bike back into the barn. She couldn't help thinking about what Dimitri said about another having the blood of Sparda. Obviously, she and Vergil hadn't had time to talk about the weather, let alone their families.
Something else that had bothered Lore was the fact that the door to the demon world was apparently open. She had to arm herself... just in case.
There was a trunk in the corner of her bedroom. Inside it she kept a Katana. It was black with a highly polished blade.
It wasn't Yamato, but it was still a blade.
Lore still carried her gun. Ever since Vergil told her about her heritage, Lore named the gun 'Damnation', which is how she felt when she found out about her demon heritage.
Although she practiced with the the katana, Lore had not 'bonded' with it. She even tried 'shedding' her own blood on it, like her ancestors did with 'damnation', but it didn't work. Lore tried to use it, but it made her think of Vergil and Yamato. She did carry it from time to time.
Lore picked up damnation and the katana and went back downstairs. She gripped the katana in her right hand and looked at it. Thousands of thoughts ran through her mind. Nothing she could make sense of. Lore placed the weapons down on the table in front of her sofa.
She went to the kitchen and grabbed a drink from the fridge and went back into the sitting room, She then flumped into a chair and looked at the sword while sipping at her drink.
Lore then placed her drink on the floor beside her.
She got very tired all of a sudden and drifted off into sleep.
