A few of you have commented that an Epilogue would be nice to add, to show a bit about the characters' life after their return from Hell. I have therefore decided to give you one, so hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think? Chanting: Please review, please review, please review, please review…

Epilogue – Just another day out of hell…

Six months later…

Vergil sat comfortably in his reclining chair, a smirk of light amusement etched on his face. His right leg was sprawled out surprisingly unethically atop the wide wood of the hand rest, bent at the knee, the other laid out nonchalantly in front of him with the flat heel of his brown leather boot dipped into the gravel beneath.

The sun shone brightly in the cloudless sky and glowed around him like a deceptive halo, a vivid contrast to the devil's sheen that was bestowed upon his flawless face. His smirk inclined even further toward the unholy, and very far from the angelic, as a reminiscent thought touched his mind.

Back in Hell, Vergil had tricked Dante into rebuilding their manor house inherited from their parents but he had also known that his brother had an irritant habit of destroying things rather than putting so much as a fraction of equal effort into rebuilding them again. Regretfully, his easily distracted younger twin, often lacking in priorities concerning proper living, was not to blame for the devastation of their childhood inheritance, but still.

"I should have known he'd rather sit on his derriere than contribute to anything vaguely productive," Vergil grumbled in his deeply blasé, deeply languid monotone, slipping a sarcastic quirk of his lips to Vesta.

Vesta sat next to him in a second lounge chair shoved so close to his that the metal frames were touching, sipping a strawberry ice drink with a long, slightly curved straw. Her gaze had been held to him all the while, as she was all this time wondering what magical and wonderful force in the diverse universe had guided her to him, had brought her here. Well, apart from her psycho ex-boyfriend and her super-psycho demonic brother that was.

Yet her life had moved on from nothing, from degraded meanderings amongst the power of the meanest assholes in the galaxy, and landed her with a resounding crash of unbelievable events in this very chair, next to this very half-devil. He could have been her enemy, he could have killed her for what he later told her that her father had done, and yet fate had spun them together into a clear, golden thread of a very nasty, tangled web. And the cold, hostile man she had first met was now right next to her, beaming in his subtly cold way, almost smiling.

After all that had happened, after all the hell they'd been through, Vesta truly hoped that Hell had finally given up on them. It had been six months since they departed from the unholy wastelands of demons and devils, and not a single one had bothered them since, not a single whisper of the underworld had tried to assault Vergil's mind again. She clutched her dewy glass harder in her fingers and bit into her straw, feeling it split in half at the mere thought of seeing him like that ever again, far gone and brutally deranged.

"You mean useful as in being a complete control freak, like you?" Vesta gifted him with a sweet smile that came rushing out of her dimmer thoughts, instantly brightening them. She refrained from speaking the word ass, as she had grown to love both rather wholly and intimately; the arrogant one sitting right next to her as well the one he was actually using to sit down with, right now observing its delightful shift in the seat without him knowing. She would have given her life for both, as equally both had saver her in so many ways.

"There are things that need to be controlled," Vergil enlightened her with a ghost of a smile, one on the exact opposite scale of Dante's wide range of grins. Vesta though knew that smile intimately by now, it was a sign of satisfied contentment derived from his complex of supremacy that was in the process of being appeased. She sometimes indulged it herself, well usually when she didn't feel like being the dominant one in bed. She had started to see this little, fragile smile on him for herself, for the first time when he had placed her on Mercy and out of harm's way before the battle with the giant trees, and it had been growing in frequency ever since.

Vergil though reveled a little more in showing his superiority to those who he did not care about, which was most of the human and demon populace, in the form of aloof stares and heavily blazing eyes, which she tended to laugh off. He then only shot her a reproachful face that made her laugh even more, fondly so. Then with a sigh on his part, they usually crushed into each other's arms and he took her insolence out on her in the form of a passionate zeal while learning the ways of love making and general sexually related activities and tastes. That was also her favorite pastime to see that little smile of course without stripping it right down with her own skillful female techniques, like preeminent kissing by working her tongue that special way he liked.

Vesta never doubted that he would not cease his passions toward her once they left Hell, once he was free of it. After all, he could have taken a bottle of Cognac with him on the trip to the mountains to safeguard him against the pulls of hell, but he had taken her with him instead.

Right now though, his eyes were firmly set on the unfortunate workers that were rebuilding the enormity of the manor house, scrutinizing every detail, and hell forbid should any of them get it wrong. It was fortunate though that not all had burned as they had thought. A good third of the house was still standing and most of the ground floor had been left preserved with furniture and other belongings left intact, especially the two lovely paintings that came alive every Tuesday to clean up the place, as neither Vergil or Vesta were very passionate about that particular task. The entire roof was however gone and that was now the only thing still left to be rebuilt.

"How did you get them anyway? I thought that you lived off the land sort of speaking, you know, no money?" Vesta turned her sparkling eyes to him, resuming to slurp from her glass.

If she wasn't hallucinating, his smirk has grown a notch closer to Dante's equivalent though twisting more evilly than cockily. "They became very agreeable to offering their services as a payment for the services rendered in turn by my dear little brother."

Vesta could not help but blink and elevate her chestnut eyebrow above the rim of her drink in a disturbed surprise. Pleasant somewhat, weird in some twisted way, but definitely disturbed.

"Services? By Dante? Wow, you'd let your little brother do those kind of favors? Man, from the way he used to flirt with me I thought he didn't swing the other way," Vesta marveled open mouthed, turning her head to see where the said half-devil in red had disappeared off to. He was around there somewhere, the sound of the rumbling motor resounding around them.

Vergil's amused gaze drifted to her with an arching white crescent on his smooth as silk forehead. "He flirted with you?" The amusement his face held though shadowed ever so briefly with an unspoken wrath that was not hard to discern.

"Sure. He gave me his business card and asked me to give him a call if I found it hard to sleep at night," Vesta said casually, shrugging as she secretly enjoyed the spark of jealous vendetta reflecting in the growing blaze of his strikingly blue eyes. "I really almost called him, but I am ever so happy that I never did. Well, at least not to call upon his so called services, if that's what he does." Vesta shook her head, making a part relieved and part-disgusted gesture with her mouth.

I see," Vergil said far too dryly, his whole face drawing into a stiffened chunk of ice. But Vesta could not hold it any longer and gave off a hearty laugh, hitting him gently on his arm, not that he couldn't take a lot harder punch.

"Oh, you are just too easy. This happened right after you nearly drowned. And I was never going to call him and I know that he hunts demons for a living, not male affections." She smiled and leaned in to kiss his scowling mouth, feeling as his lips instantly curved upwards.

"I will get you for this," Vergil said threateningly as soon as her lips detached from his like a heavenly cushion of sweet sensations, his eyes promising her exactly what kind of threat he had in mind.

"Ooo, I can't wait. Actually, you could get me for it right now," she suggested alluringly, getting up from her chair with her cold drink still in one hand and started to straddle his lap with her bare thighs, her roughly cut denim shorts brushing against the soft leather of his crotch.

A bunch of excited whistling came rushing down on them from atop the nearly finished roof and Vergil tilted his head just enough around Vesta's bouncing hair to give them a scolding stare. The whistling cut off in an instant and instead frantic hammering and cutting sounds filled the air.

Vesta turned her head to them and smiled, to make sure they'd still be there the next day, as they really needed that roof finished before the rains would come after the very hot and dry spell. Vergil truly did not think of these things when unleashing his hostility at every single display of terrible distaste. Didn't he know that humans were only being human?

"But hey, how is it possible that it happened to be the exact craftsmen you needed to rebuild your house to have demon troubles?" Vesta suddenly pondered as she sat down on him, resuming to sip the cooling ice from her drink.

Vergil slid his hands around her narrow hips and cocked an innocent smirk.

"As it happened, the forest nearby was still rather infested upon our return and hence I took it upon myself to cleanse it. It was not my fault that some of the creatures of hell may have escaped and pestered exactly the right houses in town," He told her entre nous in his deliciously smooth and deep drawl that she secretly listed as the second best thing that brought her closer to an orgasm.

"Uh huh. I never thought you had it in you to be so resourceful. Actually, no, I take that back, because you are extremely resourceful in fact." She looked deeper into his eyes, dreamily, knowingly, wantonly, but then tore herself from the temporary wandering of her lustful mind. "What I meant to say was more like, so devious," Vesta bit her lip enthusiastically. "I like it."

"Well, I'm afraid that I can only take a partial credit for partaking in such a scheme. Dante arranged all the careful placing of the demonic menace after I kindly pointed out whom were needed for the reconstruction of the mansion," Vergil said and tilted his head at her in a way that made her mark it a third best thing that brought her closer to an orgasm.

"You think Dante is Ok?" Vesta threw in randomly, diverting her mind from things too naughty to do in front of so many obviously deprived, sweaty and perverted men atop their unfinished roof.

Plus she was genuinely slightly worried about the younger twin, as Dante was still nowhere to be seen, only heard somewhere in the distance. But the main concern was that ever since they came back from hell, Dante had refused to leave. Not that either Vergil or her wanted him to go at all. Vesta had been happy that Vergil had finally found it normal to have a family around, to talk to and even share an advice with as well as a witty banter at times, and didn't throw him out every time Dante had knocked on the newly built door, kindly refraining from kicking it off its hinges like he had used to do.

But soon, he started to either wander off every time Vergil and her as much as shared a loving or lusting look with each other, or he tried to start a conversation about something completely weird and off topic like he wanted to either interrupt them or wanted to be a part of what they had.

This behavior started to disconcert Vesta to the point that she wanted to ask Vergil what she could do to help, what they could do to help. It was as if Dante could not bear to leave his brother now that he would actually accept him as a family, and yet he grew strangely alone and disconnected at the same time.

"He is moping," Vergil said simply as if unconcerned, his eyes filling with a strange light showing a devious intent. He was up to something, she knew instantly but something got her distracted.

"More like mowing", Vesta corrected, unable to not help it, this time her head inclining around Vergil's silver glowing hair to finally spot the crimson half-devil speeding towards them on his diabolical machine.

"Indeed. He's been on that thing for hours," Vergil added troublingly, still unable to shake that image from the surface of his eyes even without turning his head.

"I think he actually likes it," Vesta concluded worriedly, staring at the incoming half-devil in scrutiny to ascertain the likely truthfulness of her own statement, narrowing her eyes at the sight to behold.

Dante came rushing around, perched atop a massive sit-on lawnmower, hunched over in tremendous concentration that seemed aided by the tip of his tongue stuck permanently out of his mouth. Rebellion clunked against his back with every small bump and sharp turn, the massive hilt of his broadsword sticking above his shoulders like a pitched out banner as he steered around the pair and across the grassy fields, leaving a winding snake of conquered grass in his wake.

"Actually, I think he's losing it," Vesta corrected herself, her chestnut brown eyes following the suffusion of a man and a machine into the distance once more, for a moment sucking in air as Dante carved it way too close to the treacherous lake, almost falling in as the lawnmower jerked and tipped halfway to one side. Relief visited her stomach in time for her not to spit out her drink into Vergil's face, as Dante landed back safely on all fours.

"True enough," Vergil said in the habitual monotone of his voice, looking now at the workers with narrowing eyes as if what they did mattered more than Dante.

Vesta hit him mildly, but a little stronger than before, on his arm. "We should do something," she hissed out quietly enough as if Dante could hear her amidst the drowning noise of the motor.

Vergil's unfazed eyes shifted with languid grace back towards her, a strange triumphant light held there as a minute slip of a smile formed on his curling lips.

"I already have."

Vesta gave him an incredulous look, suddenly perking up on top of him, to the extent of omitting to notice his ever so slowly increasing appreciation of where she was sitting.

"Oh?" Vesta inclined her head at his non-disclosing expression, her mouth curving into an intrigued smile that twitched a little at the edges with a hint of weary apprehension. One thing that she had learned in the time from first meeting the blue half-devil was that nothing that Vergil did was ever normal, predictable or ordinary. "What have you done?" She asked finally, breath held in her lungs.

Vergil studied her expression for a moment as if savoring the amount of suspense so freely advertised in the tension of her finely set cheekbones and the lingering question suspended so expectantly in her chocolate brown eyes.

"I have, what is the saying, killed two birds with one stone," Vergil began somewhat cryptically, not helping the elation of suspense at all as Vesta tensed even more at his use of the word killed thrown so casually in there. In fact she could honestly say that the suspense was literally killing her, the more as he knew it as well, as he was looking up at her with unashamed amusement growing so glowingly on his super-handsome, totally smackable face sometimes, not that she'd ever hit him there, that wouldn't be fair.

"Vergil! Tell me!" She near begged, but then noticed the freezing glass in her hand and made a notion to tip its icy and strawberry goodness straight into the exposed and inviting neckline of his intricately designed ocean blue vest.

Before a single drop managed to slip out however he answered, an admiring deep chuckle accompanying his throatily and somewhat hastily delivered words.

"I have called in for an electrician. The best service in town. Well, we do need to have electricity provisioned in the house, as I refuse to continue living in the dark ages, be it in a figurative or literal sense, and Dante could do with a certain service in turn," Vergil enlightened her in a suggestive manner.

Vesta stared at him, momentarily derailed. "What?"

When he simply extended his smirking appraisal of her disbelief, Vesta spilled out her obvious conclusion.

"You brought an electrician for Dante? No way! So he really is gay?"

"I am afraid that something had to be done to preserve his life. I fear that I would inevitably succumb to the strong compulsion to end him should I be forced to disregard one more of his attempts to pretend he did not observe the divinity of your derriere every time you bent down," Vergil divulged calmly, though one hand moved away from her waist and his long, slim finger began to tap a spontaneous rhythm of displeasure on the metal cladding of Yamato's hilt.

"Call me indelicate but do I sense a little jealousy there?" Vesta leaned in and rubbed her cheek along his chiseled bone so that she could ask it more teasingly.

"You indelicate?" He arched his immaculate eyebrow sarcastically as she pulled away to look at him with a handful of innocence that did not once fool him. "But no. Nothing of the sort. I am merely disconcerted about s persistent lacking in manners," Vergil said, his annoyingly perfected poker face not giving away a single shadow of his thoughts even as she made a doubtful grimace at him.

"Sure you are. The kind of manners you used to attack me sexually in public view?" Vesta made a face.

"If by public you mean Dante…and a clutch of idiotic demons, then yes, however in such cases matters of life and death overweighed that of a proper etiquette. Also, to my defense, you would never catch me in the act of observing the posterior of a woman of another," Vergil remarked matter-of-factly.

"Oh so Dante is less subtle than you?" Vesta gave a hearty laugh and punched him in his arm for the umpteenth time that afternoon. She was sure he'd be bruised there by now if he wasn't a half-demon.

"Dante and subtlety is a known antonym in the dictionary of the human language," Vergil pointed out, not so subtly.

"So you bring an electrician for him to ogle his bottom instead?" Vesta raised her eyebrows at him in playful amusement. He really didn't make sense to her at times, his logic usually far removed from the realms of normal human beings.

"You missed out the secondary benefit of having electricity in our place. I was under the vague impression you enjoyed the conveniences of modern living."

"Yeah, but did you just say…our place?"

Vergil appeared taken aback if only for a split moment which was quickly masked away, but she never missed it. After a short pause, he looked up at her meaningfully and pulled her closer. He opened his mouth as if to say something important when they both heard the distinctive sound of tires rolling over gravel in not so far distance.

"Right on time," Vergil said finally, and Vesta gently cursed the electrician with a small frown for his not so right timing. She'd have to drag that 'our house' statement from Vergil later as any openly disclosed sentiments on his part were far and few between. That said, she had already started to devise very effective methods to cajole them out of him in bed, and this would be a great time to test her inventive ways to tease open the stubbornly enclosed half-devil.

Feeling that his attention was now fully stolen by the car that pulled in front of the nearly rebuilt grand mansion, Vesta hopped off from his lap reluctantly and took to standing to the side of him when he began to saunter towards whom Vesta assumed was the electrician. She wondered what kind of a payment this one received.

The door of the rather posh midnight-black sedan opened slowly, and Vesta watched with a hand propped against her hip as a foot dropped down onto the finely graveled path. A foot dressed in astronomically high heel.

What?

Vesta dropped her jaw at what climbed out of the massive car behind the sexiest foot she had seen, and she had used to move in some very exclusive and perverse circles as a matter of course. But this, this was a depiction of curvaceous sex-appeal on two very, very long legs that gave even Vesta a stab of insecurity deep in her strong and thriving womanly pride.

A gorgeous female electrician? Ok, she sure didn't expect that one!

There were a few low whistles from atop but they soon drowned out as Vergil glided into view.

Vergil, though, seemed completely unmoved by the woman's near otherworldly appearance that sent the wrong kind of a shiver down Vesta's perfectly curved spine, a shiver of jealousy she had never had the misfortune to experience as she had never been one to envy, or had someone to be jealous about, her self-confidence very much healthy and unbroken. But this, this thing…she could never be a darn electrician!

"Welcome," Vergil's velvet smooth, shiver inducing voice, the kind of shivers Vesta always welcomed, greeted the goddess of sex that stepped out onto their driveway. He then proceeded to wind his arms ever so lightly around her shoulders for a brief moment before stepping back again.

Oh. It seemed there would be a lot more of talking in bed than usual that night, Vesta quickly surmised, raising a challenging eyebrow, quickly snapping it down again as Vergil turned to her.

"Let me introduce an old friend of mine. She is an excellent manipulator of electricity, and her name is Trish."

I bet she is an excellent manipulator of many things, Vesta guessed mentally but instead extended her smile as well as a hand to the imposter of her expectations. She would not succumb to petty assumptions though, she would not. She'd get to know this Trish as any friend of Vergil's must have been truly special, well, since he didn't have any. Or never mentioned any. She was really going to need to do more talking from now on, and find out a little more about his past, including any past acquaintances.

"This is Vesta, my…" Vergil began but Trish stepped in languidly with a dazzling smile and shook Vesta's hand.

"Of course, I know who this is," Trish said politely, her eyes sparkling strangely. Damn, Vesta cursed the woman's seeming habit of great timing when it came to interrupting on Vergil's rare confessions concerning the nature of their relationship. Vesta was ever so curious to hear how he would introduce her to a stranger as this was the first opportunity ever since getting rescued from hell. Would he have said - my girlfriend, a lover, a woman, a sex partner, a surprisingly friendly enemy, a…none of the above? Dammit. He had called her dear on many occasions but she really ought to work on a more personal pet name or an endearment.

"How could I have not heard of the one who restored the power of the firstborn son of Sparda," Trish spoke in a regal, dignified and classy voice that only served to spark Vesta's crude and competitive side.

"Oh sure, but I restored his sword actually, only I am not sure which one of his swords was in more dire need of restoring," Vesta shared happily.

Trish only looked at her uncertainly and Vergil, seeing as Vesta was not shy to proceed on demonstrating just which swords she was talking about, jumped in with a smoothly executed digression.

"You are of course aware of the reason for my request of your visit here, Trish. There is however yet another reason why I invited you over," Vergil explained in a darkly polite tone, pausing shortly to get their full attention which didn't take very long. He was however forced to speak in a much louder voice as Dante seemed to have spotted the arrival of the big car despite his deep brooding and was speeding towards them as they spoke, the rumble of the engine drowning all else.

"You are here to stay and get Dante off that lawnmower, daughter of Mundus," Vergil proclaimed out very loudly and suddenly all the noise was cut to naught as Dante veered off the path and crashed, sending the lawnmower into a sideways skid, finally to rest with its four wheels spinning in the air half an inch from stripping the paint of Trish's car.

"What?"

"WHAT?"

"WHAT?"

Dante, Trish and Vesta all exclaimed in unison.

"You are my sister?" Vesta demanded, flabbergasted.

"Stay here? You said a few days! And what do you mean sister?" Trish stared at Vergil, striking a pose, then turning to Vesta.

"Trish? Trish is to stay here?" Dante added over everyone else.

"A half-sister, she was created," Vergil corrected.

"I have a sister! What do you mean created?" Vesta rejoiced, then asked with open mouth.

"I have a sister?" Trish insisted.

"Stay how long?" Dante wanted to know.

"Enough!" Vergil asserted his dominance and all went quiet, including all the work on the roof which he instantly corrected by a precisely aimed upward glare, the on looking heads quickly disappearing.

Vergil then cleared his throat, his finger tapping on Yamato's hilt with clear impatience as he addressed the three in front of him.

"I have invited Trish to stay with us for as long as she would desire. Aside from charging up the generator, which you are aware of from my original request, I also intended for you to get Dante of that wretched machine which you have now successfully accomplished, therefore the length of your stay beyond the original request is entirely up to you. However, be it days, weeks or longer, do note that you are more than welcome to stay here at any time," Vergil expressed tactfully, already pleased to note that Dante was indeed looking at Trish's ass and not Vesta's.

Now for the second issue at hand, and he should have congratulated himself for killing in fact three birds with one stone, Vergil turned to the open question of the sister issue. He had noted on many an occasion Vesta's regrets of never truly meeting or getting to know any of her family, since her real mother had died before her adoption, her real father was a real bastard who also died prematurely, although in this case most fortunately for everyone, and her only brother was simply put an asshole she wanted nothing to do with.

Herewith lain the problem of her not having any family of her own to relate to in times of need, when Vergil astutely realized that this was not entirely the case. Since Trish was created by Mundus, technicalities aside, she was related to Vesta and hence a family. He had soon become fond of the calm, level-headed and kind-hearted deviless that tended to exert the most agreeable influence on Dante, both idiots of course completely oblivious to the mutual benefit that each other's near proximity provided.

As far as his tactical and perhaps even strategic planning, things could not have gotten much better, Vergil surmised, turning back to the girls.

"And to answer both of your questions, yes indeed, you both have a sister. Same father, different ways of maternal delivery yet the same end result nonetheless," Vergil explained perhaps not as delicately as he could have, but they were both mature women who did not suffer from identity crisis so he left it at that.

Vesta though was a little more overwhelmed and leapt legs and arms onto Trish, and squeezed her in an air tight hug, all the jealousy and premature insecurity forgotten in a moment of sheer bliss.

"I never had a sister!" She cried into Trish's shoulder, happy even more when Trish hugged her in return.

"Then, I suppose I am going to be staying a little while longer," Trish announced with a joyful smile, still not quite comprehending what had just happened. She had never really thought of herself as a daughter of Mundus but guessed that Vergil had a point as she had been created partly from his essence, no matter how even the thought of that made her feel queasy. Perhaps this little unsatisfying detail made her always wonder what it would be like to have a real family, just like the humans around her while she had been oft jealous of the fact.

Squeezing Vesta tighter, she knew instantly that they would be great friends. After all, only the strong willed and most amazing of persons could withstand having Mundus for their father and Vergil for a boyfriend. And the fact that she was with Vergil meant that she had not much to do with her father, thankfully so.

Trish had enough trouble with Dante, having lived with him for several years whilst slowly gaining an upper hand over his stubborn insistences that had filled his prolonged solitary life. She had been many times suggestive of her affections towards the half-devil in red but he had been too closed in to even notice. She had missed him terribly when he had set off to try and reunite with his estranged brother, obviously missing that same family connections as she had, and now they all found what they always wanted.

"You are a half demon," Trish noted without any note of prejudice, simple stating the fact as she felt Vesta's gentle aura coil around her own tightly embracing arms.

"Yeah, isn't that fun? But I never knew my father. Extremely lucky as I heard," Vesta sighed, enjoying the surreal moment.

"More than you'd ever know," Trish said in a voice nearing a sad whisper.

"So you actually knew him too? Looks like I am the only one on this planet who didn't."

"As you heard, extremely lucky." Trish had to fight back tears that so unexpectedly welled in her eyes, but they betrayed her voice nonetheless.

"And I think you are wonderful," Vesta nearly cried herself.

When Vesta and Trish finally un-hugged, Dante leaned in to kiss Trish on her cheek lightly as if she'd break from his touch at that very moment and then moved away, his entire face smiling as he kept looking at her, the fact that he had missed her terribly etched in big writing in his grinning eyes.

"Why don't you assist Trish with her luggage, Dante, and settle her in the west wing where you are staying. I will leave it up to you which room you choose," Vergil suggested to his younger brother and didn't have to insist as Dante pretty much leapt over Trish's bonnet and was lugging her womanly possessions before one could say now.

"Vesta dear, why don't you announce the end of the day to our hard working human compatriots?" Vergil told her as she stood next to him, secretly rolling her eye at the only endearment she became stuck with.

"Sure, Vergil dear," she replied resignedly, then started to step backwards, away from the house until she could see the people hammering their roof into place on top.

Vesta readied her lungs. She'd give him his favorite for the Vesta dear, she simpered merrily in her deviousness, but underneath she felt all melted as this had been the way they had first met. Even the dreadful 'No singing' sign was still there, of course that sweet reminder of their ratty beginnings would have survived out of everything!

"You are my sunshiiiiine, my only sunshiiiiiine, you make meeee happyyyyyyyy…" Vesta opened up, even adding her own opera theatrics as she blasted her disharmonious vocals towards the heavens, and mostly towards Vergil, finishing with her usual finale. "Hear ye, hear ye! Put down your implements as I herald the commencement of the sunset and the end of the day. Hear ye, hear ye!"

The brown-haired half-demoness then just about caught the high eyebrows on Trish's exquisitely regal face and waved at her before she was literally jerked into the house, being pulled by Dante.

Once the workmen departed, Vesta met Vergil in the kitchen, seeing him pour a generous helping of his favorite poison, something he had done very rarely ever since they had set off for that mountain.

"Hell's troubling you again, my dearest?" Vesta jibed, feeling a little tingle of victorious pride glide up her spine. Only Hell and she could make Vergil drink, not that this necessarily pleased her.

"Only half of it," he said, eyeing her from under his heavily lashed lids as his head was bowed to the drink, his smirk distorted by the raised diamonds of the crystal glass he was holding.

"Then you only need half of the glass," Vesta responded logically as she came to him, snaking her hand over his to take a sip from his glass. Only not having him would make her want to drink now, when she had used to have a need to drown herself in alcohol to withstand the very presence of her previous partners.

Vesta sucked up another mouthful of the tingling amber liquid while holding his ever so slightly burning eyes, then slowly, very slowly started to move her head toward him, sultrily closing her eyes. She loved to share, especially what was so delectably sparking off her senses in her mouth.

"So, what's for dinner?" Dante clasped his massive hands together somewhere behind them, the sudden loud noise causing Vesta to swallow the whole mouthful of Cognac and nearly choke. She really needed to work on her reflexes a little more, she thought bitterly, disappointed at the interruption of her attempt of an apology for her ruthless signing which had caused Vergil the need for a strong drink. Regardless, she turned to Dante with a smile.

"Potatoes. I got some fresh ones from the field not far from here. Nice round, smooth, baby fresh potatoes." Vesta licked her lips still thinking of her recent intentions. "Oh yeah, and venison," she added when Dante appeared somewhat disheartened at the potatoes for dinner prospect.

"Venison? I've never had venison. How do you get it?" Trish asked delectably, emerging from behind Dante.

"We have Mercy," Vesta said simply, smiling.

Trish thought on that for a little while. "Pardon my urban ignorance, but don't you need to kill the dear deer before eating it? How does mercy put it on the table?" Trish looked genuinely confused.

Vesta turned to Vergil sheepishly before looking back at Trish. She still couldn't believe this sister thing, and she was having an embarrassed blast.

"Well, you see, Mercy provides Vergil with the means to do the killing," Vesta explained happily.

"I am afraid, I am still lost. I get the individual words but they don't seem to fit together," Trish said thoughtfully, her slender finger rubbing against the lip gloss on her mouth.

"Oh! I'm such a dumb ass! Mercy is our horse. Get it? Mercy carries Vergil and Vergil kills the beast, without mercy," Vesta sniggered, conversing almost on auto mode, suddenly aware that she was completely blabbering and had said the 'our' word without first talking to Vergil about how he actually viewed them together.

If only he could talk so much about the matters of their relationship as he could talk during their intimate encounters. But Vesta knew that he was eloquently talkative then only because that was her domain and she had always been the dominating one when it came to sex. This brought out his need to counteract her, overpower her and win over her, and hence also out-talk her. And then it struck her, she would simply have to bring out the question of their relationship whilst in bed! Why didn't she think of that sooner?

"No, you would be somewhat mistaken there," Vergil said suddenly, causing them all to turn to him. "Mercy is not ours," he corrected, his expression blank and statuesque as his perfect always, though there was a strange twitch to his mouth at the way Vesta's joy fell almost instantly from her face. So much for asking him in bed later, as it seemed that he was making himself already very clear, Vesta felt a numbness take hold in her stomach.

"Mercy is not ours," he repeated, as if once was not bad enough to Vesta's tortured womanly feelings. "Because Mercy is solely yours," Vergil said, his voice the depiction of meaningful, deep and sexy, his blue eyes the most intense she had seen of him, usually when annihilating demons that was, only on quite the opposite spectrum of murderous rage and hate right now.

"And I will have my Vengeance," Vergil added, visibly fighting not to quirk a smile at Vesta's drop of her jaw. He knew well that the customary punch into his arm would be coming along later.

"Jeez Verge, didn't you have that already? I thought that we put all this behind us," Dante remarked with a hit of slight apprehension at the sight of his brother's wildly glowing, unnaturally excited eyes.

"Oh sweet Mercy! She is pregnant!" Vesta proclaimed out of nowhere, as everything clicked together, looking around at everyone in turn, and finishing joyously on Trish.

Trish however was completely oblivious to what was going on, since no one could blame her.

"God no! What would make you think that I am pregnant?" Trish protested wildly, long fingers skimming across her neck nervously.

"Oh yeah, I get it now, she's pregnant with a little Vengeance," Dante chipped in, realizing what Vesta meant, grinning merrily at Trish.

"I am not pregnant!" Trish dropped down her eyes, a healthy sprouting of red flushing her face.

"Oh thank you Mercy!" Vesta voiced the hallelujah. And Trish slumped in the chair by the dining table, already mentally exhausted.

"I'm so happy for you Vergil, you will have your Vengeance back," Vesta nearly cried, leaping at Vergil to assault him with a tight hug, knocking some drink out of his glass. Instead of showing any anger though, he slid his own arms around her, kissing her hair while closing his eyes, obviously enjoying the moment.

Trish only gaped at them in awe and shock, never in her life expecting Vergil, the ruthless, coldest and toughest of all mothers she had ever known in the demon world to be so acceptant of woman's affections, not to mention return them! And she thought that Dante was the easier one of the two! She had so much catching up to do, she'd need to stay a whole year!

"I am going to do dinner now and peel some onions before I really start crying," Vesta sobbed, giddy with joy as she reluctantly pulled away from Vergil, then trotted off to the stove.

After dinner and several hours of drinking wine, during which they all had a far more comprehensible conversation by filling Trish in on the general events leading to present from the first time Vesta and Vergil had met, they all decided to crash in for the day.

Dante left with Trish and it wasn't hard to guess which room Dante had chosen for her to stay in, from the way he led her away eagerly by her hand.

Vesta and Vergil settled in their bed, a four poster as deliciously dark and scary as the one he used to have, carved out by another fortunate craftsman repaying for the eradication service of the demonic menace that had happened to pester his unfortunate residence. Well, the village did owe them for blaming Vergil for all those deaths when he would have never done such a thing in the first place!

In her strappy vest and dark blue satin panties, Vesta dropped herself onto her elbow, staring sideways at Vergil. This was so hard, she could tell him what position to change to in mid-sex without batting an eyelid, but to ask what he felt about her or where he thought things were going, she would first scatter to pieces.

"Trish is nice," she whispered, seeing him gaze straight ahead, somewhere at the ceiling as he lay on his back, clad only in his snakeskin trousers. Even topless, Vesta mused, he still managed to preserve his regally badass appearance and an aura of commanding superiority mixed with tangible sex appeal she had not seen in anyone else.

"She is," he said suddenly after a pause, only his mouth showing a small sign of movement. Vesta knew this mood of his, he was thinking about something requiring a hard or a complicated decision, something that used the majority of the processing power of his mind. Whatever he was thinking about, it was big.

Thank you," Vesta said, seeing as the line of his smooth, sharply angled jaw shifted ever so slightly from side to side, as he was mulling that thing, whatever it was, over. This was not big, this was of life changing proportions. This was bad, very, very, bad, Vesta thought, stiffening in turn. This made her nervous, bringing her babbling mood right out. "Thank you for bringing her here, for me and for Dante. I mean, he is so obviously in love with her and he is going to stay off our backs from now on which is so great, and for Mercy! I don't even know where to start there or what to say, except that I'll have to learn how to ride properly, and you said our house before, when you never talk about what we are, and so what does that mean…?"

She nearly gasped when he suddenly rolled over and pinned her with his body, full length on, her wrists flying upwards as they were pressed to the bed. She felt his breathing quicken through her own chest and his eyes held a new light in them, tinged with red, scary, intense and beautiful.

He gazed at her for an eternity which seemed to her too short before he broke it by speaking, gruffly so. "It means that we will always be we, my impetuous, beautiful, sexy, half-demonic love bunny."

Before she could open her mouth and negotiate about the surprising endearment and take down more details about the 'we' part, he silenced her with a sealing, uncompromising and completely everything-disarming kiss.

…apart from her un-disarmed eyes that were left wide open, in shock. Oh no, that's what he had been thinking about so hard. A demonic love bunny? Awesome!

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A/N: Well, there it is. Not as heavy as the previous chapters but this is meant to be post hell-war so they need a little peace, right? And wow! First time ever I wrote Trish! How did I do?

Also if you are at all interested in the Thor fandom, would you mind checking my first ever post on there, please? That would so help me if you left an opinion as it is always so hard to start anew! It is called 'The things I do for you'. It is mainly from Loki's sarcasm-ic POV and humorous. You'd really make my day! Thanks ever, ever so much!